Justin studies the masculine form before him, paying close attention to the strong curve of his squared jaw and the lines of his wide pouty mouth as he sketches the lean musculature of his buttocks. The musical sounds of art coming to shape fill the modest studio bouncing off the splattered walls.
Gotta be implants. Brian would still be all over it though
A smile creeps across his face at the thought of his former fiancé and he redirects focus back to the model. Soulful green eyes peering back at him through stray wisps of sandy brown hair. Justin evaporates into his work sketching and rubbing like a madman. He works on autopilot while images of this beautiful creature's perfect mouth hungrily sucks him almost to completion before he flips him over and shoves his hard cock into his tight ass. The model begins stroking his semi hard dick as Justin's eyes roam his body licking his lips.
Finish the portrait then fuck his brains out
Not even the cramping in his hand can slow the process of transferring the taut, tanned muscles before him into something marketable...something beautiful and untamed like Brian.
Just then, Justin feels a hand on his chest and slowly follows it to the arm draped around his chest pinning his arm to his side as moist lips caress his neck. The body behind him is is long and slightly muscular as it presses against him. The smell-Hugo Boss and French shaving lotion-is familiar and he shuts his eyes hoping he's not dreaming again.
Dare I dream?
The hand smoothes down the front of Justin's body to his pants and slips inside. He opens his eyes and sees that the model is watching as this unseen entity entices him stroking a rather impressive boner and he turns to find himself eye to eye with Brian Kinney. Their mouths come together in a passionate exchange as they start to undress one another.
"Mmm...mind if I join you?" The model sandwiches Justin between them gripping his shoulders as he kisses the bare skin around his fingers and down his back. Justin reaches into his pocket and takes out a wad of bills forcing them into the model's hand.
"Get the fuck out" he mutters gathering the third wheel's clothes and tossing them into the hallway after him.
"That wasn't very nice, Sunshine..." Brian smirks grabbing Justin from behind again "That could have been fun." He plants soft kisses on the smaller man's neck and shoulders.
"Brian Kinney doesn't do grand romantic gestures...there's no way I'm sharing you with some skanky nude model." Justin turns to face Brian kissing his long beautiful neck sucking the skin gently. "Plus, I've already had him." Justin kisses Brian's chest as he blindly works the zipper on his lover's black pants.
Fuck he smells good...tastes good too.
Justin drops to his knees taking Brian's pants with him and takes the full length of his semi-erect cock causing him to grip a handful of his blonde hair as his eyes roll back in his head. The warmth of his mouth surpassed only by the eagerness with which he swallows him whole. Brian tugs on Justin's hair as he blows his load long before he'd hoped.
"Fuck...I'm sorry, Sunshine" Brian looks down at Justin watching as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"They say you start losing control of your body when you get old" Justin flashes his signature grin and stands sharing his burden with Brian then swallowing the rest.
"Funny..." Brian grabs him by the hips baring his tight little ass and gives him a couple of hard whacks "I seem to recall a certain young lad having the same problem the first night we fucked." Brian picks Justin up carrying him over to the unmade bed where he pulls off his jeans and runs his tongue down the middle of his spine. "It was the same night I taught you what rimming is."
And what a fine teacher you turned out to be
Justin tangles his fingers in the eggplant sheets riding the wave of pleasure as Brian's tongue breaches the interior shooting sparks throughout his thin frame. Not ready to come just yet, Justin rolls onto his back and scoots toward the head of the bed watching patiently as Brian removes what's left of his clothes and joins him. The taller man covering his paramour as they once again melt into a steamy kiss. Brian grabs Justin's legs dragging him underneath him flat on his back, but Justin reverses the move and pushes Brian down on the bed and straddles his back. He leans down taking in the smell of him once again and whispers in his ear.
"No man tops me in my own home...not even big bad Brian Kinney" Justin reaches on the bedside table and unwraps a condom. "Put this on me."
Brian obeys and Justin lubes up before pushing his rock hard dick into Brian's waiting anus. He finds a rhythm easily then leans forward gently catching Brian's earlobe between his perfect teeth.
They fuck long into the night taking turns dealing out various acts of sexual delights before finally collapsing on the bed holding each other.
"I love you" Brian whispers in Justin's ear as he folds him into his arms falling asleep with his face buried in blonde hair.
"I love you too" Justin mumbles as he nods off.
Justin wakes to find himself in bed alone though the extra sets of clothes still littering the floor tell him his visitor is still around somewhere. He reaches over and pulls a mangled cigarette from the crumpled box in a nearby drawer and lights it taking a long, satisfying drag before sliding on his boxers and stepping onto the balcony where he finds Brian leaning over the rail looking down at the city.
"So what brings you New York?" He finally asks tucking himself under Brian's arm and interlacing their fingers.
"Just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by for a visit"
"You just happened to...what? Justin passes the cigarette to Brian "No one just happens to be in Alphabet City."
"Fine. We'll just say...I wanted to check out the action in the Big Apple."
"Or you could just stop being ridiculous and tell me you missed me." Justin stubs out the cigarette on the railing and kisses Brian "I missed you too."
"What do you say we get out of here and you can show me the town" Brian reaches for Justin's hand and pulls him close "Introduce me to all the hot, young studs...some overpriced drinks and a little thumpa-thumpa."
"Sure...let me grab a shower and get dressed." Justin tries to hide his disappointment under a smile as he turns to go inside, but Brian stops him.
"Just for a couple of hours so I can experience a real, honest to goodness New York nightclub. I won't even trick...just you and me getting sweaty on the dance floor."
Justin's face lights up, but he doesn't speak as he goes inside to shower. Brian follows watching as water cascades down Justin's alabaster skin.
"You coming?" he turns looking at Brian, who accepts his invitation.
"You shouldn't pout, Sunshine...it's an unattractive quality" Brian takes the soap from Justin and soaps his body before his own. "Listen to me..." he says pulling Justin under the spray with him "Are you listening?"
"I'm listening."
"You have to speak up when you disagree instead of moping like some little drama princess." Brian slides his fingers through Justin's wet hair tugging his head backward using his tongue generously. Then he spins him around pinning him against the wall still holding him by his hair as he eases his cock inside Justin fucking him hard and fast. Afterward, he helps him get dressed and they walk down together. "Taxi!" Justin holds up his hand waiting for the car to stop before sliding across the seat making room for Brian.
"Therapy on West 52nd" Brian speaks up then looks over at Justin "Unless you plan to suck me off, Sunshine, close your mouth." Justin smiles brightly and looks out the window as he speaks.
"How did you hear about Therapy?"
"A tip from one of the local papers."
"It's a little pricey. My first big introduction to New York society was there."
"Only the best for my sweet prince" Brian reaches for Justin's hand noticing that he's still wearing his engagement ring.
"It's not what you think"
"Don't do me any favors, kid, I don't wear mine either."
"You won't believe how many studs I've picked up wearing this...it's like a dick magnet," he smiles with that cute little nose scrunch.
"And here I thought you wore to feel close to me" Brian pulls Justin closer to him in the seat draping his arm over his shoulder. Justin leans against Brian riding in silence as the city lights dance in the reflective bulletproof divider.
Brian pays the cabbie when they reach their destination and hurries Justin inside by the collar of his leather jacket. After checking their coats, Brian heads for the bar and orders two shots each for himself and Justin.
"Hey, big spender...think I can get Cosmo?" Justin recognizes that Southern drawl immediately and wraps Emmett in a big hug followed by a quick peck on the lips. Upon closer inspection, he notices that Ted, Blake, Michael, and Ben are also here.
"Oh my god! What are you guys doing here?"
"Brian thought it would be fun to surprise you. We expected you two hours ago..."
"But clearly, we underestimated the level of...fondness your absence has created." Ted breaks in handing Blake and Emmett drinks.
"At least I finally made it to New York." Emmett takes a sip and cracks a smile then hugs Justin once more "Let's dance, honey."
"Now it all makes sense..." Justin turns back to Brian taking both his shots then lets Emmett drag him off to the the dance floor followed by Ben and Blake. Brian watches until they're out of sight then orders two more.
"So when are you going to tell him?" Michael asks taking a sip of his beer as they watch their friends split the crowded dance floor.
"When the time is right...no need to rush into anything."
"Yeah, only been four years...what's another hour or so?"
"Lay off, Mikey..." Brian squeezes Michael's face in his hands kissing him to stop his mouth "It's amazing how much you're starting to look like Deb."
"Fuck you" Michael pulls away setting his beer on the bar "Come dance with me."
Brian finishes his shots and they join their friends dancing close together at first then trading off.
Several hours and partner changes later, Brian and Justin finally end up together and make all the other patrons envious as they make out with their hips cemented rhythmically gyrating to the pulse of the last call music.
"You sure you're not even a little interested in one of these hot little twinks?" Justin gestures with his head rather than hands "Not even that one over there with the tight ass stuffed in skinny jeans.
"Well, if you insist" Brian starts across the floor before Justin grabs him by the sleeve pulling him back.
After closing down Therapy, the gang walks a few blocks to an all-night diner and take up a booth in the back. Thus order lots of food and even more coffee trying to metabolize enough alcohol to make it back home. Eventually, it's too late and Brian offers up the luxury suite he reserved so that they can crash and get a fresh start in the morning.
On the cab ride back to Justin's place, they hold hands out of sight while looking out opposite windows-both trying to stay awake. Brian thumbs the decorative band on Justin's left hand with a pensive look when they finally come to a stop.
"Are you coming or going? Or coming then going?" Justin flashes that luminescent smile that makes him crazy.
"Very funny..." Brian climbs out, his grip slipping from Justin's hand to his wrist as they climb the endless flights of stairs to his flat. He wraps his arms around Justin's waist and presses his entire body against him willing the door open. When they step inside, candles are lit all around the room and moonlight cuddles the soft shadows of the room. Justin turns to Brian speechless and starts searching the flat.
"What are you looking for?"
"You tell me..." Justin lifts throw pillows on the couch then looks between the cushions.
"You find anything?" Brian follows Justin around watching him look in every crack and corner of the apartment. He unbuttons his crimson shirt exposing his perfect abs hoping to distract his lover but not putting forth any effort.
"Just tell me where it is...what it is" he eyeballs Brian's body sensing he's being sabotaged. He looks up into his eyes wanting to kiss his cherry lips.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about" Brian avoids Justin and walks to the fridge retrieving a bottled water then takes a sip.
"Fine..." Justin plops down on the couch his blue eyes twinkling in the flickering light. "Then what's with the mood lighting?" He watches Brian wander the room.
"Just doing my part to save the planet" Brian stands in front of Justin sucking water from the bottle so hard it caves in. "Haven't you heard of global warming?" Justin pulls him closer by his belt loops kissing his stomach as he removes his belt. Brian looks down on Justin holding his face expressionless. Justin trails kisses up Brian's body running his tongue up his long neck then giving him a playful bite. Brian grabs Justin pulling his shirt up but not off as he kisses his chest taking advantage of his arms pinned over his head by tickling him. Justin fights to free his arms stumbling blindly toward the couch before tripping over the area rug. Brian catches him just before he hits the floor and lays him down softly pulling off Justin's dark skinny jeans without bothering to unbutton them.