He notices Justin too. No shirt. Cargo pants with the legs rolled up to his knees. He’s running and it appears that someone is chasing him. He’s laughing but he’s screaming for the person to stop. That’s when Brian realizes that the person that’s chasing Justin is him.
Brian’s splashing him, kicking the water up with his feet. Justin kicks back. Water and sand lands on Brian’s thin white button-up shirt that’s not buttoned. It was blowing in the wind but now wet it clings to his body, the white material turning slightly pinkish-beige as it molds to his skin. His white jeans are heavy from the weight of the water being absorbed by the denim. It makes it harder to run and splash but he’s bound and determined to catch Justin so he continues on.
It’s all so sweet and fun and silly and Brian’s smiling and laughing. It reminds him of the opening sequence of Grease, which doesn’t sit too well in his twisted brain. They are not Danny and Sandy by any means and he totally hated that movie anyway. He must stop Justin from making him do these idiotic, lesbianic things. Damn it. Maybe that’s why he’s chasing him and maybe that’s why Justin is running… but he’s not exactly sure.
One more hefty sprint and Brian nabs him. The sheer force of the lunge lands both of them on the wet sand… Brian on top, Justin pinned underneath him, panting like crazy. Brian lifts Justin’s arms over his head and holds him down, pressing the back of his hands into the wet crystallized shell dust that lines the beach. They kiss and a big wave rolls in, cresting over the top of them. Justin’s hair fills with sand as does the inside of his pants, his waistband not tight enough around his pumping belly gasping for breaths as Brian kisses him relentlessly. Their conjoined fingers disappear under the mock quicksand and when the wave retreats their hands are buried and packed tight in the constricting muck.
Brian pulls them free, releasing his locked grasp at the same time. Justin wraps his arms tightly around Brian’s neck, still kissing, more intently now, and they roll. Making out and grinding their hips in unison. It’s getting really hot and they’re aroused and want to have sex. Right fucking now!
No one else is around, which does seem strange for what Brian assumes is a public beach, but he dismisses it without too much thought. It’s just them, so they could, Brian thinks, as his hand plunges into Justin’s pants. His cock is covered with tiny granules and it scratches as Brian starts to jerk him off. Justin moans with a little discomfort but he’s too turned on to really complain.
It’s all so fucking romantic and Brian has flashes of the famous beach scene in From Here to Eternity. And that has to be the weirdest thing ever. He never even saw that movie. What the fuck?
Justin writhes beneath him, pumping his dick into Brian’s fist. He squeezes Brian’s neck tighter. Their cheeks are pressed together and they’re nibbling each other’s ear lobes. Another wave engulfs them and Justin uses the force of the water to arch his back and flip them over. A sharp intake of Justin’s breath sizzles in Brian’s ear and as the air is pushed out, the words, “Fuck me,” go along with it. Brian growls with relief because he snaps back to reality. They are still Brian and Justin. Not Lancaster and Kerr and this is a California beach, not Hawaii. But just for safe measure, he decides that he’s not going to let Lindsay pick the movie for them to watch on the nights he spends with Gus anymore. She is obviously melting his brain and confusing his heart while he’s weak with Justin away. Bitch. Taking advantage of him like that. But that’s par for the course, Brian muses.
They become more frantic. Tearing at wet, clingy clothes. Their bodies getting pummeled by the stinging, swirling sand with every crash of the tide. Gurgling, salty seawater kisses ensue and all Brian can think about is fucking Justin right there on the beach. Peering eyes and fucking sand and classic romantic movies be damned. He flips them over during a particularly hot kiss. Justin moans into the kiss then grunts when Brian plops on top of him. Brian pulls back on his hands and knees and stares at Justin. He’s panting, his cheeks flushed pink from arousal and the biting surf. Bits of seaweed cling to his hair, clumps of sand attach themselves to his eyebrows. Right beside Justin’s head, a shell appears through the sand after the wave slinks away and it’s odd, Brian realizes, but the shape of the shell is molded exactly like Justin’s perfectly shaped outer ear.
Justin smiles at him as Brian stares. The drying sand around his mouth falls off as his lips curl up and Brian wonders briefly if he’s ever seen anything more beautiful. He sits back on his haunches and lifts Justin legs to his shoulders before leaning back up. He uses the next wave to wash the sand off his dick and Justin’s ass the best he can. The fact that their pants have somehow magically disappeared without either one of them removing them doesn’t register at all. It’s as if that kind of thing happens all the time. He drops down for another kiss, presses his forehead against Justin’s and closes his eyes as he positions himself and nudges at Justin’s opening, telling him to relax and let him inside.
Justin gasps. “Oh, God, you’re gonna fuck me raw!” His voice quivering from the excitement.
Shocked, Brian’s eyes popped open… but instead of looking down at Justin’s sky blue eyes, he finds himself staring at very blurry strands of short blond hair.
He blinked and realized that he wasn’t on a California beach about to fuck Justin, skin against skin, but rather in bed with him… sleeping… and dreaming.
Fucking dreaming… about fucking Justin.
The only thing worse than actually carrying out the horridly romantic and stupid acts that he’d been so close to doing on the beach was dreaming about said horridly romantic stupid acts. It was a fucking nightmare! And it was to only get worse.
As he regained his faculties piece by piece from the horrendous, yet surprisingly and noticeably peaceful sleep, he began to become aware of the placement of his body in conjunction with Justin’s. Brian was on his side, head resting along side Justin’s and sharing Justin’s pillow, for cryin’ out loud. His chin on Justin’s shoulder, his nose pressed into Justin’s ear. One arm underneath Justin’s neck, the other draped carelessly over Justin’s stomach, his top leg bent at the knee… thigh across Justin’s upper thighs and flaccid dick, his ankle on Justin’s left shin and if all that wasn’t bad enough, his toes that were attached to that ankle were tucked snugly under Justin’s calf. His body had Justin’s all wrapped up like a fucking birthday present.
How he’d gotten into that position, he just couldn’t understand. Brian was not a snuggler when sleeping and they usually slept on their own sides of their giant king size bed once their post-coital sex snuggle had gone on long enough for their breathing to regulate and their hearts to beat normally.
Justin certainly wasn’t draped all over him. The little shit was sleeping just like he always did… all stretched out, flat on his back. Both legs straight out, toes up, left arm out to the side all by itself, his right arm straight down the length of his body, wedged between their tightly pressed bodies. Actually, if it wasn’t for the fact that Justin’s hand was nestled palm-side up, right under Brian’s balls and his thumb resting on top of Brian’s dick, Justin probably wouldn’t be touching him at all.
Once the realization completely occurred to him that he was indeed snuggling, he groaned inwardly. First a romantic dream of them frolicking on the beach… Yes! Frolicking! And now snuggling! Christ! Brian often thought that their little separation would be the death of him because he always blamed it on his stupid insecure tendency toward jealousy, certainly not his secret desire for mushy love stuff. He had to pull away before Justin woke up or he would never live it down.
He quietly and slowly untucked his toes, lifted his arm and leg and rolled onto his back. His arm under Justin’s neck was imprisoned and there was nothing he could do about that so he didn’t even try to set it free. He could just blame that on Justin after all.
The skin underneath all the heated contact points where their bodies were touching had become damp and clammy. They’d obviously been positioned that way for quite awhile. He felt the cool air brush over him as he rolled, his body keenly aware that it was no longer snuggled, yes snuggled, against Justin. The tip of his nose that used to be buried in the shell of Justin’s ear got cold… the little spot on his chin that rested on Justin’s shoulder pulled tight as the goose bumps raced to the area. The inside of his leg and the under side of his arm that’d been draped over Justin’s body both chilled to the bone at the loss of contact. His whole body shivered as the draft of the air conditioner blew on his damp skin.
He’d tried really hard to remove himself from Justin without disturbing him and it appeared that he’d been successful, but then those nasty goose bumps marched right to his balls where they had been warmly encased in Justin’s hand earlier and to the small strip of skin that had been the touch point for Justin’s limp thumb. His dick started to stand, stretching up his belly in search of warm skin and tight confinement. He fought his body and stretched and twisted the best he could to retrieve the tangled bed sheet at the foot of the bed while his other arm was still trapped. That’s when he noticed…
Justin’s shin and thighs and stomach were like goose flesh and he actually watched the soft, unblemished skin change right before his eyes like a wave. Brian gasped. He should have known. If his body reacted to the lost touch then of course Justin’s would too. And probably wake him in the process. Shit. It would only be a matter of seconds now. Brian laid back down slowly for fear of disturbing the event and watched mesmerized as it happened.
Justin’s previously squished hand twitched as the blood rushed back into its fingers. His dick fattened and grew. His outstretched arm lifted and landed haphazardly with almost a slap on his right ear, his fingers dug around then scratched his right shoulder.
Brian almost laughed but he contained it. Justin’s body was reacting to all the clamminess just like his had. Justin’s eyelids fluttered and Brian turned to his side, reached for his dick, softly stroked it, waking him completely. This way Justin would only think that Brian woke him from jerking him off, not because he’d been snuggling.
Justin smiled and stretched his arms above his head as he opened his eyes. “Mmmm, I woke up like this yesterday.” Brian huffed and tried to remember the previous morning. Had he done the same thing then, too? Oh fuck. “It’s nice. You’re gonna spoil me and then leave me.” He swiveled his hips around in small circles.
Brian removed his hand and yanked his arm free from under Justin’s head as he rolled onto his back on his side of the bed once again. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Justin followed, turning to his side, closing in on the space between them and covered Brian’s cock with his hand, gently caressing it. “Please. Come on. Spoil me.”
Brian rolled his eyes as he turned to his side. “Fiiiine,” he drawled, seemingly to appease only Justin and not himself. But if truth be known, which Justin was fully aware of, he wanted to spoil Justin in that manner. In fact, he had every intention of spoiling Justin six ways from Sunday from then until it was time for him to leave. He had nothing else on his mind and nowhere else he needed to be except right there… spoiling Justin rotten… and of course having a few orgasms of his own. Just one of the perks of being a dutiful boyfriend.
Justin did have other places he wanted to take Brian to before he left and they did enter his mind. But there would be plenty of time to devise a plan for that later. At that moment, he had other things to contend with… like a nine-inch cock in his hand.
They jerked each other off and kissed hungrily. Sharing morning spit, cum-tainted with remnants from the night before. But neither one of them minded. Knowing it was their last day together, every minute needed to be cherished, so bad breath and all, it was perfect. The best wake-up hand-job ever.
Afterward, they relaxed into a sticky and sweaty and stinky pile of body limbs and bed sheets. And that’s exactly the way Brian wanted to stay until it was time to leave for the airport. Nothing was as important to him as just being there and savoring every possible second with Justin… naked… and in bed.
Of course the naked Justin recovering from his orgasm beside him had other plans and after kissing Brian’s cheek, he sprang out of bed, swatting Brian on the thigh. “Get up.”
“Justin, fuck, let’s just stay right here. It’s cold out there,” Brian groaned rather enticingly.
Standing by the side of the bed, Justin pleaded, “Briiaaann, come on. We’re in California, for fucks sake, and it’s warmer outside than inside. And since it’s your last day here, take advantage. Get your lazy ass…”
Brian glared, brow raised in warning.
Smiling apologetically, Justin amended… “Your purr-fect ass out of that sticky, disgustingly ripe bed and into the shower so we can actually leave here before the day’s over.”
Ah, to be young and full of vigor. Fuck that, Brian thought as he growled and rolled to the edge of the bed to grab Justin and hurl him back onto the mattress. But Justin knocked his outstretched arm to the side and jumped out of the way, leaving Brian’s upper body hanging half on and half off the bed. His tired arm fell lifeless to the floor, his knuckles scraping the carpet. “Noooo,” Brian growled again with a hint of a whine.
“Yes,” Justin argued, running his fingers through Brian’s matted hair, dried crunchy from sweat and God knows what else. “Come on, old man. We have things to do.”
Old man? Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s thighs and to Justin’s surprise, used his newfound bit of strength to flip him onto the bed then scrambled on top of him, holding his arms down and straddling his body.
“I’m not old and worn out, little boy.”
Justin laughed and fought to get Brian off of him. It was no use, even tired, Brian was stronger.
“We need to shower. And the bed stinks,” Justin grumbled through clenched teeth, still struggling. “I want to take you to see my office.”
“Well, I want to fuck,” Brian said, before covering Justin’s mouth for a kiss.
Justin relaxed and kissed him back, a slight moan vibrated in his throat as he started to succumb to Brian’s ministrations. But then Brian made a fatal error in judgment when he broke the kiss on Justin’s lips and moved his mouth to Justin’s neck. It gave Justin’s mind enough of a jolt to snap him out of the excitement of sex and back to his original plan of getting Brian out of bed and into the shower so he could take him to his office. “Brian, please? It’s important to me,” he finished with a slight hitch in his breath from Brian nibbling on the sensitive spot just below his ear.
Well how could Brian resist now? He let Justin go and plopped down on the mattress. Knowing Brian had just given in, Justin kissed his cheek. “Besides, my ass needs a rest. As it is, I’m not gonna be able to sit down for a month.”
Hopefully three months, Brian smirked to himself. “And your point is?” Not that Brian wanted to really physically hurt Justin, but the idea of putting his ass out of commission for the rest of his stay did have a certain appeal to it.
“Brian. Seriously.”
Blue eyes gazing down at him, Brian groaned loudly in typical overly dramatic fashion. “Okay. Finnne.” He dragged his tired body up and out of bed, his feet landing with a thud as they hit the ground.
Smiling brightly, Justin grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled him toward the bathroom, Brian dragging his feet the entire way. Justin laughed, plans of a reward for his weary lover’s sacrifice swirling around in his head. Once inside the glass-enclosed shower Justin eagerly dropped to his knees, taking the swollen head of Brian’s cock into his mouth, watching as Brian’s other head tipped backward and silken beads ran down his sleek, beautiful body. The sight was Justin’s reward.
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The ride to the studio didn’t take that long, something that Justin was grateful for. Even though the little treat in the shower had taken the edge off of Brian’s mood, having disrupted his plans of staying in for the remainder of his trip, he still had his usual Kinney charm at work… and that was something that Justin was always happy to avoid.
Of course Brian’s indifference was just an act. He really was interested in seeing Justin’s office. He wanted to be able to envision Justin in all the places that Justin would talk about once he was back home and they had to return to phone calls to communicate. Meeting the principal players and seeing Brett’s house and the guest house where Justin was living had been accomplished so Justin’s office was logically the next on the list… if he had such a list… which he didn’t. Not one that he would admit to anyway. So even though he hid his enthusiasm, where Justin worked everyday was something he needed to see so he could envision Justin sitting at his drawing table. He just wished there was a way for him to do both… see where Justin worked and still have his way with him. Hmmm, maybe, Brian thought.
Just as they were pulling into Brett’s assigned parking spot at the studio’s office building, Brian turned to Justin and grinned.
Justin returned the smile. “What?”
“Nothing,” Brian answered, opening the door before Shane even had a chance to put the limo in park. He hopped out, eager to get inside, pulling Justin along with him. “Let’s go see how movies are made.”
Justin stumbled to get his footing and tried to shut the car door behind him but Brian was pulling too hard, so when he swung his arm it missed the door entirely. Justin laughed and was extremely pleased that finally Brian’s mood had changed. Once they reached the door, Justin was practically tossed up against it as his forward momentum came to a screeching halt. “Jesus, Brian.” Justin fumbled in his pocket for his keys, unlocked the door and went inside. Brian was right on his heels.
As they wound their way through corridors lined with offices on one side and open pits of cubicles on the other, Justin explained what each section was and what they did for the movie. Brian glanced around, following Justin’s pointing finger, nodding and occasionally giving Justin an, “Uh-huh.”
At the end of the hall, Justin stopped in front of a closed door and stuck a key into the lock. “This is where the art department is.” He turned the key and opened the door. It was a big room, a huge table in the center with poster boards strewn about all over it. Brian huffed and shook his head. Artists were never very neat in their work space, he knew that from his own art department at Kinnetik. Sometimes he hated to go in there. He never could understand how people could work like that.
Individual drawing tables lined the walls on both sides and Justin made his way to a station at the back in the far corner. “And this one is mine.” The neatest and most organized one of the bunch, Brian noticed. Maybe his anal retentiveness for everything having a place was rubbing off on Justin. He smiled at the thought.
“Well?” Justin asked, eager to know what Brian was thinking.
Brian just shrugged as he stared at all the drawings on Justin’s table. A bulletin board was hung on the wall just above Justin’s station, issues of Rage and pencil sketches of various villains were thumb tacked vicariously to the cork. And in the lower left hand corner, one drawing in particular caught his attention. A pencil drawing of him that Justin had obviously drawn long ago, before the bashing and the injury to his hand that prevented him from drawing in such detail anymore. He liked the drawing and liked the fact that Justin had pinned him there. He smiled again and looked at Justin.
Justin smiled back, his cheeks flushed a slight pink. “I drew that a long time ago. I guess I never showed it to you.”
Brian shook his head. “No, you didn’t. It’s good.”
“Yeah?”
Brian nodded, his lips curling into his mouth as he mussed with Justin’s hair. Justin huffed and batted his hand away.
Brian continued to look around, picking up storyboards and admiring the rest of Justin’s work before tossing them back down. Justin stood in front of his drafting table fiddling with the various pencils. “It’s nothing spectacular or anything, but what do you think?”
Brian pulled open drawers, snooping to get a feel for Justin’s day. In the top drawer, thrown vicariously in the back among the colored pencils and erasers was a tube of lube and a string of condoms. Brian’s eyebrow went up. “It appears to have all the necessities of a brilliant artist.”
Justin smirked when he saw what Brian had found. “Always be prepared, right?”
“Hmmm,” Brian agreed… though somewhat reluctantly. He could have done without that thought.
”Well? You like it?” Justin asked again, eager to get Brian’s thoughts about his office.
Brian walked up behind him, pushed his lips into Justin’s hair, snaked his hands around Justin’s waist, popped the snap and unzipped his pants. Justin’s breath caught in his throat and he grabbed the edges of the table.
“What I like…” Brian began as he tucked his thumbs inside the waistband of Justin’s pants and underwear and slid them down together, until they were bunched around his ankles. “…is your pants around your feet.”
Justin knew that song and it made his dick hard immediately, just like every time he heard it on the radio. He’d often thought about what it would be like to hear Brian say those same words to him in that sexy, seductive way that only Brian could do justice to. A little moan escaped his lips as the next line of the song played in his head. Justin turned his head and looked up at Brian, playing it out for him, and begged with a slight hint of passion, “Please.”
Brian pulled his lips in and grinned in appreciation that Justin played along with his corniness instead of laughing. He pushed Justin’s upper body down, bending him over the table then stepped back and took in the sight, Justin bent over, bare ass begging him, pants trapping his ankles. “Shit, that’s fucking hot.”
Justin gasped at Brian’s words. Brian ran his hand up and down the smooth contours of Justin’s back as he pulled open the side top drawer and retrieved a condom and the lube. He placed them on the table in front of Justin’s face to let his intentions be known and Justin let out a groan. “You’re gonna fuck me right here in my office?” he asked, panting already at the idea alone.
Brian undid his pants and pushed them down around his thighs. “Uh-huh.” He grabbed the condom, ripped the packet open with his teeth, blew out the torn piece, pulled the condom out and rolled it over his cock. “I think it’s only fair, since I’ve fucked you in my office.”
Justin was a goner. The anticipation was too much and his whole body twitched. Brian kissed his way down Justin’s back and nipped at his ass. Justin’s shoulders shook as a chill ran up his spine. Brian lightly ran his fingers over Justin’s butt cheeks, feeling the soft, downy hairs that were standing straight up from Justin’s gentle shivers. Brian could never get enough of Justin’s ass... how it looked… how it felt… and how it reacted to his every touch. He grabbed the sides of Justin’s hips and squeezed as he turned his head and pressed cheek against cheek, reveling in the soft skin and wishing secretly that he could stay there, just like that, forever. He didn’t want to let go but he wanted more… he dragged his lips over the smooth flesh and nipped again then released his grip, wrapped his arms tightly around Justin’s thighs to readjust his hold and just breathed, taking in Justin’s familiar aroma. The scent permeated his brain like a security blanket. It was something he couldn’t get enough of and something he was trying desperately to sear into his brain. Turning his head from side to side to feel every inch, the prickliness from his whiskers scratched tiny red lines onto the pale, white skin and made Justin shiver again.
“Brian,” Justin rasped between panting breaths. He knew what Brian was doing and he didn’t really want to end it because he so loved that Brian wanted to take him all in, bombard his senses with him, but sometimes it was just so hard to remain patient as Brian explored his body and reacquainted himself with all that was Justin. It was times like these that words were completely useless. No words could ever penetrate his soul as much as this. He reached behind him and threaded his fingers into Brian’s hair.
Brian stood up, reached for the lube and leaned over Justin’s back, pressing his forehead against Justin’s temple and placing his mouth right next to Justin’s ear. He squirted lube onto his fingers and dropped the bottle at their feet. “Spread your legs,” he whispered.
Justin had learned long ago that when Brian was like this, it was best to remain quiet to give Brian the freedom to tell him how he felt without saying anything. Justin reciprocating the feelings with words would shut Brian down, so he did as he was instructed and Brian slicked him up then positioned his cock at Justin’s opening before taking both of Justin’s hands in his own and pulling them to the top edge of the table. “God, I want to fuck you.” Still not wanting to say anything, Justin nodded the best he could with Brian’s head pressed against his then hooked his fingers over the side just as Brian slid inside. He paused and they panted in unison, each one trying desperately to regain control so it could last.
Brian pushed in further. “Christ,” he mumbled. He had been in the same place over a thousand times, yet for some reason, it felt so different. He thrust a few times, working his way in deeper and deeper. Once he found the perfect depth for maximum pleasure he began pivoting his hips in tiny circles, relaxing Justin’s anal walls and awakening all the tiny nerve endings. Justin moaned and rotated his hips in time with Brian’s. “Hold still,” Brian told him and Justin let out a groan as he forced his body to quit reacting. Brian pressed inward, angling his cock in a perfectly straight line so it rubbed over Justin’s swollen prostate at one point then bumped the base of his dick from the inside once he was all the way in. Justin’s breathing sped up, his chest heaving against the cold surface, his hard dick that hung in the air below the table bobbed up and down with every gentle, interior nudge.
Justin’s mind began reeling… thoughts of his dick fitting over Brian’s like a glove entered his mind. He knew that wasn’t physically possible but the way his cock felt with every hit from the inside sure made it feel like it was.
Brian was relentless and repeated the motions over and over again, wanting Justin to feel everything, to feel what he was trying to tell him in the only way he knew how. “Oh, God,” Justin whimpered.
“You feel that?” Brian said, still whispering with hot breath right into his ear.
Justin nodded. “Yessss,” he breathed.
“I want you to feel every bit of it and remember it...”
“Brian,” Justin cried out softly. He was so overwhelmed with emotion, his fingers gripped the table tighter under Brian’s strong grasp to ground himself.
“…remember what it feels like when I’m… right… there...” Brian bumped the head of his cock against the base of Justin’s again… once… twice… to accentuate each word. “…so that when you’re sitting here creating and making Rage all that it’s meant to be, you’ll feel me… right… here...” Brian jabbed with each word again, this time spending a little more time crossing over Justin’s prostate. Getting into the sound of his own voice and the words he was speaking to Justin, Brian’s balls twitched and he gasped.
“Oh, God,” Justin moaned into the electrifying jolts of ecstasy.
Brian took a deep breath and held it to calm himself, never stopping the motion of his hips… in and out… in and out, slow and definitive. Finally back in control of his body, he continued, “…and know you’re not alone.” He panted and rolled his head to the side, resting his cheek against Justin’s ear.
“Ummmphf,” Justin grunted, unable to form a coherent word. He pulled his hand free, wanting to give his aching dick some relief and commiserate Brian’s declaration. Just as he was about to grab it, Brian realized what he was doing and grabbed his hand, bringing it back up to the table.
“Brian, please,” Justin begged, his breaths short and shallow. Sweat forming on his forehead from the strain of needing release.
“No, just feel it. Relax and let it happen.”
“Ummmph,” Justin was a whimpering mess. He did indeed feel it. He felt every rub, every nudge, every bump, every bob of his cock. He felt it all. Including how much Brian loved him at that very moment. And how much he’d missed him while they were apart. The sex they’d had all weekend was like making up for lost time… loving, yes, but still urgent and needy. But this… this was so different. He would never forget this one and what it meant. He would remember it and he would remember exactly how it felt when Brian was… uh… right… fucking… there.
He felt it… the familiar tingles marching right down his back and he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop moaning and gasping and panting either.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Brian took his earlobe between his teeth and nibbled softly.
He relaxed and just let Brian’s feelings for him wash over him. Relaxed so much that his cushy anal walls clamped down. Brian tensed from the extra tightness and fought to continue the thrusting at the same angle and depth.
“Don’t hold back,” Brian breathed, his fingers digging into Justin’s. “Let it go.”
And he let it happen… all over the floor under his drawing table, the last little drop falling onto Brian’s shoe.
“Christ, Justin,” Brian mumbled as Justin’s throbbing ass milked his cock, making him unable to stop himself from letting it happen to him as well. Brian’s body went heavy and squished Justin into the hard surface below him.
“Fuck, I love you,” Justin said with a heavy sigh. Brian squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his lips in, relieved that Justin had heard and felt all that he was trying to say.
Justin smiled, struggled to fill his lungs with air under Brian’s weight and when he couldn’t completely, he let out a tired laugh. “That was fucking amazing.”
Brian had to agree and he had wanted it to be. He just wasn’t expecting it to be that intense and he was completely spent, not so much physically, because they’d done far more energetic things when they had sex, but emotionally, he was flat worn out. “Yeah. It was,” he agreed with a tiny hitch in his voice.
“You’ll have to do that again sometime.”
Brian growled and struggled to lift himself off of Justin’s limp body. Placing his hands flat on the table on either side of Justin, lifting his torso and turning his head so that his forehead was in between Justin’s shoulder blades. “Yeah,” he grunted, pushing up with hands and off with his forehead, breaking that last bit of contact as he reluctantly stood up. He shook his head to clear the fog and pulled out with a quick jerk. “I will… when you get home.” He patted Justin’s ass softly and smirked. “Give you something to think about until then.”
Justin planted his arms beside his body and pushed himself up as he rolled his eyes and huffed. “Asshole.”
Brian smiled and Justin grinned, standing up on his toes to kiss him. “I can’t wait,” he whispered. Exactly what Brian wanted to hear… needed to hear. He smiled, wrapped his arms around the slim waist and kissed him back.
“Good.”
Yeah, going to see Justin’s office had been a pretty good idea.