Justin's POV
Britin – Friday – 6:00 p.m.
"Hello?"
"Hey"
"Hey, I was wondering what was taking so long, but I know how busy you get."
"It's not easy running your own company, and convincing everyone you had plans and were not going to go out with them."
"If you want to go out with the boys for drinks or something on your last night of freedom, I don't mind."
"Well I mind, you twat, I'm not going anywhere except coming home to my fiancée … see I didn't even flinch at that word. Besides I'll be more free tomorrow evening than I've been my whole life."
"Brian… I don't care what anyone else says, you're sweet. And I love the word fiancée, but… sometimes I can't believe that not only soon will I be able to call you my husband, but that soon is tomorrow. And I can't wait for you to get home tonight."
"I know. I didn't want to go anywhere else, you said we have plans, and that's what I'm looking forward to. I must say I'm very curious as to what you have planned I haven't heard anything from anyone about tonight or tomorrow, except show up. And it seems there are a few planners involved in whatever you're doing this evening."
"What we're doing this evening… and I did have a little help… you'll see. It's… I hope you like it, and understand why I'm doing this, especially before tomorrow. It's just that, well, please keep an open mind and know that I love you so much."
"Okay, Sunshine, now you're scaring me. It's just us, right? And I'd be happy if the plans we're you, me and our bed. And… I love you too."
*Sigh*
"No reason to be scared, just, like I said open mind and if we get through tonight then tomorrow will truly be the first day of the rest of our lives."
"Such a sentimental little twat I have, I didn't know you felt so strongly about my cock."
"Brian! First, I know you don't mind that I'm sentimental. Second, tonight is going to be different and please, please, PLEASE keep an open mind. Third, I think you know exactly how I feel about your cock, especially how it relates to my ass and mouth and hands."
"Too true Sunshine, too true. I feel the same way about your cock, and it's relation to my mouth… and hands… and ass."
*Gasp*
"No fair… I have plans tonight and I'm … not going to be delayed … because we can both wait to fuck till later."
"Are you sure? Because now that I think about it it's been far too long since I rode your surprisingly thick… long… cock… All. Night. Long."
"Brian" breathing heavily "Just come home, and I'm going to hang up before you distract me."
"Oh I plan on coming… again and again…"
*Click*
I hate it when he does that, now I have to go jerk off before he gets here. There's no way I'm going to be able to get through this evening with a Brian induced hard on. Course it doesn't take much to get one of those, but I do have self control usually. Unless it involves him saying things like that in person or over the phone then I have absolutely no control.
I wouldn't mind going all the way to bedroom and lay down in our bed so I can smell him while jerking off, but I don't want to mess anything up in there, and the bathroom, well, who needs the bathroom when you own the whole house and no own else is here. Oh, perfect, Brian's study.
I sit in his chair and just inhale, deeply. God, this room smells just like him. Cigarette smoke, cologne, his clothes, his gum, and that smell that's just Brian. Even right after his shower with his ridiculously expensive soap, he still smells like Brian. Of course the best musky smell in the world is his cock and ass. God, I can't wait for him to get home, not just for later, but because of what I have planned. I hope he understands and doesn't run screaming away from me, or, rather like Brian Kinney, shut down and demand to fuck.
Hopefully he's changed enough to be open to this. Well, given the fact our wedding is tomorrow (I still can't believe that) I know he's changed enough. And I have to do this tonight for us, before our lives become one. Everything's ready and I hope the evening goes as I have planned. I know something will probably go wrong, I mean this is Brian we're talking about, and no matter how much he's changed, he's still not fond of emotions, feelings or walking down memory lane, especially painful memories. I just hope I can get across what I need to get across before he shuts down. This won't be easy on either of us, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life, well, except for Brian and my love for him, but that's directly connected to what I'm planning this evening.
The phone rings… I know who it is (I checked caller ID this time), and I don't really want to answer, but…
"Hey"
"You hung up on me Sunshine."
"You were interrupting my plans for this evening and I can't be all hot and bothered for tonight."
"You're always hot, but I can take care of the bothered on my way home."
He's such a pain in the ass, but oh so sexy when he talks in that low sex god predator growling voice he has. It makes me want to run away, as good little prey does, or jump on him and ride him for all he's worth. Oh God.
"Brian" I know I sound breathless, I don't care, I need this man so fucking much it hurts sometimes.
"Yes, Sunshine? I know you have plans, but maybe right now you need to take care of a little problem."
"Not so little."
"No not little at all, last time my ass checked. It felt so good in me. I know I'm a top, but my bossy bottom can top me any fucking time he wants"
"Brian… Fuck" I can't help it, I unzip my pants, pull out my dick and start stroking.
"Whatcha doin' Sunshine?"
"You know… what I'm… doing." Slow down "I'm sitting in your study, it smells like you and I can remember when we christened this room and your chair, that was fucking hot." I can hear him unzip is own pants, and he sounds a little more breathless when he starts talking again.
"I was working on the computer and you came in completely nude. You naughty boy."
"You were so engrossed in work I had to get your attention somehow. You'd been tense all week and needed a break."
"So you pulled my chair back and crawled in my lap."
"I got your attention, didn't I? Your lips are so soft and kissable, and you taste so good. I couldn't help but attack your mouth." Never thought I could do phone sex before Brian, now I don't know how I ever got along without it. It's not as good as sex with Brian, but a hand job with Brian's voice in my ear, close enough for right now.
"And attack it you did... with your soft lips... dominating tongue...rubbing your hard-on... against mine..."
"Brian...Wait... please tell me you're not still driving."
"No, I pulled over right before I called… I love your lips too, I love to kiss them, I love to taste them, I love to fuck them, I love when they're sucking me, I love when they're rimming me."
"Brian, Oh god… love my lips… on you… love rimming you… sucking you… tasting you."
"Justin… Fuck…. Gonna fuck you… so hard… later… then… gonna ride you, Justin."
"BRIAN… I'm … gonna come."
"Come for me Sunshine. Come… with… me."
"AAAHHHH!"
"UUUHHHH!"
"God I love you… thanks, I needed that."
"Anytime… Sunshine. I love you too. You more relaxed now?"
"Yeah, I'm all melty… feels good. I can't wait for you to get home, but I'm much more relaxed."
"Good, I'll see you soon."
"Later"
"Later"
Dammit, should have brought a towel in with me. Oh well, good thing I haven't finished dressing for when Brian get's home. I'll just use my t-shirt and go upstairs and change. I want to be waiting in our formal dining room when Brian gets home. Fortunately planning and setting up this evening was a piece of cake, since we haven't decorated or furnished that room, yet. I'm thinking maybe once this evening and tomorrow and our honeymoon is done, I might have to talk to Brian about turning it into a dance studio/room. Kind of our own mini Babylon/back room.
I couldn't see ever using a formal dining room, like our friends and family need that. The last couple times we've had everyone over we end up sitting out back or in the living room and kitchen, occasionally the dining room, which is attached to the kitchen and big enough for our needs.
I'm so glad I was able to call in help for the evening (and tomorrow). Daphne and Emmett we're huge helps. If all goes the way I planned I'm going to have to give them something special for all their hard work. I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I'm still fucking nervous, but Brian certainly helped ease my mind with that impromptu phone sex. I still can't believe it sometimes that our life has worked the way it has. I told Brian when I first came home for New York that we still had some things to talk about, but I didn't tell him when we would talk. I know he doesn't have a clue what I'm doing tonight, or what our ceremony tomorrow will include.
I think he's nervous about tomorrow, but only because he knows me and he knows I'm working with Emmett. Neither one of us are nervous about actually getting married. We have both wanted this for almost 2 years. Well, I've wanted it longer, I think, but neither of us we're ready then. We are more than ready now. And regardless of how nervous he is, he gave me free reign to do whatever I want to do, because he trusts me. And I implicitly trust him, too. I have to, I let him plan our honeymoon, and I know he has a surprise for me, too. We've asked that no one give us gifts, just make sure they're there.
I love how Brian worded it when we sent the announcements (again) and then talked to them in person. He said that there was nothing we needed or wanted that he couldn't buy himself, and he would probably end up returning everything anyway; he just wants a ceremony to show everyone that I'm the one he loves and who he wants to spend to rest of his life with. For someone who doesn't do romance, he certainly speaks it very well. Well, there was that one time, but, I'm getting ahead of myself, you'll find out my plans soon enough… because, I can hear his car pulling in the garage. Garage… I love this house. House, more like palace ("It's for my prince"). Have I mentioned how much I love Brian Kinney, and how fucking thrilled I am that tomorrow, in front of all our friends and family, I get to say that Brian fucking Kinney is mine and I belong to only Brian Kinney. Un-fucking-believable.