Justin was in a bad mood. He was trying to get started on another canvas that his agent had commissioned. Nothing came to mind. He couldn't visualize a damn thing. He'd been having trouble lately focusing on his paintings. Things hadn't been the same at home.
Brian had recently taken on some new clients and he'd been swamped with work. By the time he'd get home from work, he'd be wiped out. He'd been working long hours and was wearing himself out.
Justin could remember how it was when they first were married. Brian would be home well before dinner time. Either Justin would make dinner or they'd order in. Some evenings they'd go to Woody's or Babylon. Whatever they did for the night, the evening would inevitably end with over an hour of fucking and love making.
These days, though, Brian usually had a reheated dinner before his nightly shower. He'd be too tired to go out and it was sometimes days in-between their sexual encounters. Justin had noticed, too that Brian just didn't look well. He was concerned about his husband. He had begged Brian to take time off, but he kept saying that he'd be able to 'after this week' or 'after the new contract is signed'. Justin did manage to get Brian to get a complete physical and everything checked out fine. He'd just been worn out.
That evening was no different than the others recently. Brian had called saying he'd be late for dinner. Justin had decided to just wait until his husband got home before having his dinner. He'd rather eat late than eat alone.
Finally, around 7 pm, Brian was home. He threw down his briefcase and coat and collapsed on the couch. Justin heard him and left the studio area to greet his husband.
Justin went to the couch and lied down on top of Brian. "Hey there."
Brian opened his eyes and smiled at his energetic lover, "Hey there, yourself."
They kissed and embraced for a while. Justin said, "Dinner's ready. Waiting for you."
"I told you that you didn't have to wait for me."
"That's OK. Come on, let's sit and eat."
As they ate dinner, Brian had something to tell Justin that he didn't want to bring up, but he knew he had to. "I'm going to have to go on another business trip. This time I'm flying to Detroit to put a bid in for that auto supply place I told you about."
"How long will you be gone?"
"At least 4 days. We have to get some background information to use for the presentations and then 2 days of presenting. I'll try to be home after the presentation. I know I said that I'd try to be home more, but this is a million dollar contract. I can't pass it up."
Justin sighed. It was a familiar story. Usually, though, the trips are a couple of days, but this one would be even longer. He wanted to be understanding, but it's tough when he missed Brian so much. "Do what you have to do, Brian. I'll be here when you get back."
"I know, Sunshine. Thanks, I'll make it up to you."
"Can you at least let me give you a good send off tonight? Nice warm shower and …" Justin got up from his chair and sat on his husband's lap. "…we fuck each other's brains out. It's been a while." He started to kiss Brian's neck.
Brian smiled. "Sounds like a plan. To ask an open ended question… how long is it?"
Justin chuckled and put his hand on his husband's bulging cock, "I don't remember, but I'd like to refamiliarize myself."
"I don't know about you, but I'm done with dinner. Time for dessert." Brian stood up and pulled Justin towards the bathroom for the promised shower. They undressed hurriedly and all but ran into the steamy shower.
Brian really had been tired lately, and he didn't know how long he could last. But for Justin he would last as long as he needed to. He always loved fucking Justin, rimming him, blowing his beautiful cock that fit so perfectly in his mouth, running his hands all over Justin's perfectly smooth body, slowly and sensually, enjoying every shiver and moan he got in response. Justin still looked 17 and Brian had a feeling he always would.
He decided to extend this shower for all that he was worth, hoping it would give Justin something to remember for the days he would be gone, longer than he's been apart from Justin since they came back from Los Angeles. He decided to slow down Justin who had been kissing him fervently, almost as if trying to breathe in his very essence. He pulled away from Justin, much to the blonds' dismay. Brian wrapped one arm tighter around Justin's waist, and bent slightly while sliding one leg between Justin's, lining up their cocks perfectly. They both moaned at the contact. Brian used his free hand to smooth back Justin's wet hair and used his thumb to caress Justin's cheek and beautiful, rosy, kiss swollen lips.
He leaned their foreheads together and gently kissed Justin's lips, cheeks, eyes, chin, and neck. He licked up Justin's sweet neck, stopping to suck on his pulse point, enjoying the feeling of Justin's pulse race beneath his mouth. He was marking him so that Justin would see who he belonged to the whole time Brian was gone. Justin knew what Brian was doing, and was flying under his husband's magnificent, masterful, pleasurable touch, kisses and tongue. His cock was so hard it hurt and he definitely needed release, but he was letting Brian take him, control him, mark him, own him.
After giving Justin a perfect mark of his lips, his kiss, right where anyone could see it, he slowly licked up Justin's neck and nibbled on his ear lobe, much to Justin's satisfaction. His ears had always been so sensitive, an incredible erogenous area under Brian's talented mouth. Brian then slowly licked down Justin's chest, sucking and biting his nipples, making Justin moan his name. Brian never really thought one way or the other about his name, but when coming from the lips of his husband, through whispers or moans or erotic screams, he never thought his name sounded better.
Brian slowly made his way down Justin's chest and stomach, rimming his navel, knowing that also drives Justin crazy. And as he slowly licked Justin's cock from base to tip he felt Justin's hand in his hair, he looked up to see Justin's face and eyes so full of love, lust, longing, desire and pure joy and arousal… knowing that his face and eyes were hopefully saying the same thing back to Justin. He was going to extend this, but he could tell how close Justin was, so instead of playing more like he wanted, he engulfed Justin's cock in his mouth all at once, all the way to the soft musky pubic hairs Brian loved rubbing and playing with. Justin screamed out his name as he doubled and tripled his efforts to make Justin come, to taste his husband's come. He sucked hard at the tip and closed his lips tight as he moved up and down the perfect shaft. He started humming to provide that extra stimulation which would get Justin off fast. Justin couldn't even talk he was so overwhelmed by Brian's cock sucking skills. No one has ever been able to suck like Brian, he can't yell, can't say his name, can barely breathe it feels so fucking amazing, such pleasurable torment, desperate to come, knowing it will happen all too soon.
Justin was so caught up in the pleasure, eyes closed, panting, groaning, practically fucking Brian's mouth; he didn't notice Brian reach for the lube. Brian coated his fingers liberally and pushed two into Justin's perfectly sweet tight ass, taking perfect aim based on years of practice. Justin's breath caught and just as he thought he couldn't last any longer Brian stroked his prostate and sucked impossibly harder and Justin came so hard he almost passed out.
As Justin was coming down from such an orgasmic high he just barely felt Brian climb up his body, while keeping his fingers in his ass. He was on overload and didn't think he couldn't take any more. Then he heard the tell-tale ripping of the condom wrapper and heard Brian's sultry, husky voice almost growl "turn around Justin." And he thought he was done… with that voice, knowing he's about to be taken by the world's most perfect cock of the man he loves and is married to, he would do anything Brian asked.
Brian removed his hands, hiding a chuckle when Justin groaned at the loss of fullness… a loss he knows all too well when it comes to Justin, and only Justin. He took his cock and slid it home, both men moaning at the incredible, indescribable feeling. And this was home, inside Justin, how the fuck could he still be so tight after all this time he didn't know, but loved fucking him every single time he did.
They both ground into each other, unable to slow down, having to move faster. Brian changed angles slightly to hit Justin's prostate with every glide. Justin's writhed under him, against the glass wall, pushing his ass back into Brian's cock as Brian pounded his ass like his life depended on it. In and out he continued, barely able to move from being so fucking tired, but using every ounce of energy left in him to pound the most perfect ass he'd ever had, and the only one he'll ever have and need again.
Brian knew he was close, and he could feel Justin was close, too. He ran his hand down Justin's chest to find his cock. He grabbed it and started stroking in time with his thrusts. Justin was in heaven, absolute heaven, feeling Brian behind him, in him, on him, their smells, sounds, moans and breathing practically in time. He started chanting Brian's name unable from keeping his true feelings from coming out, and reveling in the fact that he doesn't have to hide it. "Brian, Brian, Brian," he moans at every thrust and stroke.
"I love you!" they both scream as their orgasms consumed them simultaneously. Justin collapsed against the wall with Brian's hand still lovingly wrapped around his softening cock. Brian collapsed against Justin's back, not wanting to pull out, ever. He kissed Justin's neck while caressing his hips, knowing he had to pull out and get ready for bed, but enjoying every second he could just be in and hold Justin.
Brian delayed pulling out as long as he could, but eventually had to. Both groaning at the oh so familiar loss. They rinsed each other off, dried off and finished their normal bedtime routine, which should really freak Brian out. But this is Justin, his husband, his partner, his best friend and strongest supporter, and he couldn't care less how domestic they are, he wouldn't change a damn thing.
Brian finished his routine first and gave Justin a kiss on the back of his neck, then went to lie down on their bed. When Justin was done he entered the bedroom, thinking they would have another 'go round' before they slept. But, Brian, so exhausted from his day, was on top of the covers sound asleep. Justin admired the beautiful body there before him, wishing he could explore it more. Not tonight… he wouldn't wake Brian up if he was that exhausted. Justin gently pulled the duvet out from under his sleeping husband and covered him up. He then slid into the bed himself, putting his arm around the sleeping figure next to him. He whispered, "Goodnight, my love." A tear formed in his eye as he thought how much he'd miss Brian in the days to come.
