Not Normal People, Chapter 1: In the Dark
Brian's POV
Justin and I were lying in the darkness. I was on the floor, and he was on the bed.
I was a little nervous, but I managed to ask calmly, "Justin. Did you fuck anyone over the last month?"
He answered quickly and just as calmly, "No."
Doubtful, I asked, "You didn't?"
Again, "No."
Incredulously, I inquired, "You went a month without sex?"
He chuckled and, then, replied, laughter infused in his voice, "Yes. As difficult as it is for you to imagine, Brian, it can be done."
I actually knew all too well that it was possible. I asked, "Why?"
Coolly, but a little sadly, he responded, "No one was you."
Feigning horror, I inquired, "How the fuck did you stay sane?"
Justin giggled. I fucking loved it when he giggled. "Masturbation."
I smiled. "Did you masturbate often?"
In almost a whisper, he replied, "Every day."
"Where?"
Even lower, "In bed. In the shower."
I prodded, "Did you imagine you were with someone?"
I could hear him smile. "Yes."
I teased, "Who? Some gorgeous stranger? A hot movie star?"
He breathed, "No. You. Just you." His voice was so sexy like this. My cock hardened a little uncomfortably (we were still dressed).
I asked, trying so hard to keep my voice even, "What did you imagine us doing?"
"Everything."
I chuckled. But of course. Why shouldn't he be as insatiable in his imagination as he was in real life. "So just imagining gets you hot?"
"Yes."
I purred, "How about watching? Does that get you hot, too, Sunshine?"
"Yes."
I suggested, "Why don't we put that to the test."
"How?"
I drawled, "I'll put on a little show for you. But I don't want you to touch yourself. I want to hear how hot just watching gets you. Are you up for that?"
A little unsurely, he replied, "Yes."
I commanded, "Take your clothes off and lie down."
"Okay."
"You ready?"
"Yes."
I left Justin in the bedroom area and lit all the candles I could find in the living room. By the time I was done, Justin was still enveloped in darkness while I was bathed in light; ironic, really. I pulled the velvet chaise in front of the screen. Then, from my side of the screen, I called out softly, "Can you see me, Sunshine?"
"Yes. I can see your silhouette through the screen."
"Perfect."
I laid down on the chaise and slowly removed my black pullover, arching my back as I did so, and tossed it over the screen. I imagined Justin catching it and bringing it up to his face, rubbing it against his cheek.
At the thought, I rubbed my denim-covered cock and groaned softly. Then, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I reached my hand inside, squeezed my cock, and stroked it a couple of times. I heard Justin's breath grow ragged. I lifted my ass and pushed my jeans down and then toed them off, all the while my stiff cock was jutting out prominently, wobbling a bit as I moved.
I started talking to myself.
I breathed, "Justin" as I grasped my cock firmly in my hand. I cupped my balls and began stroking myself slowly. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I could hear Justin let out a soft moan.
I said, "If you were here, Sunshine, you'd probably lick my shaft or suck the head of my cock."
I licked my lips.
"You'd most definitely deepthroat me, taking it all, taking it all in your hot wet mouth, and, then, slide those luscious lips along its length. Fuck, those lips…"
I moaned softly.
In a slightly pained voice, I continued, "You're probably fucking some trick right now, your gorgeous ass, so round and creamy white, bobbing as you slide your cock in and out. You're probably closing your eyes and biting your lip. You always do that when you fuck someone else. I'd never tell you this, but I always hope you're imagining that it's me. That it's my ass you wish you were pounding. At such times, I want to come up behind you, stroke your soft cheeks, and, then, bend down and lick your crack, your entrance, eventually pushing inside, tonguing your hole."
I could hear Justin whimper.
I panted as I stroked my cock faster. I arched my back a little.
"Justin, if you were here…"
I groaned. "I'd want to feel your cock inside me. It's been too long. Way too long. I'd want to feel your hands around my waist, your ragged breath and soft moans in my ear. I'd want to feel you nuzzle my neck as you whispered my name, whispered 'I love you.' I'd want to feel you gently, slowly slide a hand up my back and then grip my shoulder tight as you started fucking me hard, pounding me."
I heard Justin whimper again, and, in response, I moaned low in my throat.
I whispered, "I must miss you a lot. I feel like I can hear your voice."
That elicited a giggle.
Then, my voice husky, I asked, "If you were here, would you shove me against a wall? Or push me onto the floor, on my hands and knees?"
The thought drove me crazy. I moaned loudly, squeezed my cock hard, and stroked faster. I licked my lips and arched my back.
I started moaning Justin's name the moment my orgasm hit. "Justin…oh fuck!"
I whispered, "So beautiful. Perfect. Mine."
That must have done it for Justin because as I was standing up, I heard movement. A moment later, he was on the floor beside the chaise, pulling me to my knees and pushing me forward until I was on all fours. Next thing I knew, he was quickly, but skillfully opening me up. A minute or two later, I felt his sheathed and lubed cock at my entrance.
Justin started to push his cock inside me slowly, but, then, stopped.
He moaned, "Fuck! I can't take you slow. I need you now, Brian!" and buried his cock completely in my ass. I arched my back and cried out. The pain was excruciating, but, oddly, my cock responded, growing painfully erect. Justin leaned over me, ran his hand along my back tenderly, and threaded his fingers into my hair.
Then, to my great surprise, he tightened his grip and ripped my head back. I couldn't help but moan loudly. I fucking loved it when he played rough. A moment later, he was thrusting his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. He started moving again, pumping me with a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow.
Then he slid back, grabbed my hips, and started fucking me harder.
He moaned, "Fuck, Brian! So deliciously tight. No feeling in the world compares."
Harder. Faster. He angled his hips and moved his cock inside me shallowly, hitting my prostate on each thrust. I couldn't help but moan. Loudly.
Soon, we were both cumming. Justin hadn't laid a finger on my cock. What finally pushed me over the edge was his breathing in my ear, "I love you, Brian. So fucking much…sometimes, when I think about you, it's so overwhelming that I. can't. even. breathe. (punctuated with thrusts)."
I moaned, "I love you, too, Sunshine" and came harder than I can ever remember cumming.
