Brian's POV
"Come on, Deb!" I whined. "You know he'll want to see me."
"Nope. We don't accept tricks after midnight. It's the only rule."
I growled. Earlier at Babylon, Anita had made an unexpected appearance. She had scored the best E, or so she had claimed. To my surprise, she had actually come through this time. In a really big way. My body thrummed, buzzed, and rippled. Feeling yummy, I had scanned the dancing throng, the thumpa, thumpa, thumpa of the music coursing through me like blood. Blech. Why was it that Babylon seemed to have so few hot men these days?
Thinking back, I noted that there had been blonds a plenty, but none with his silken hair or his crystal blue eyes. None with his soft skin, smooth and creamy white, like porcelain. How I loved setting a fire in his veins just to see his skin flushed with pink. At such times, he seemed to sparkle, the light film of sweat reflecting the multi-colored lights of Babylon or the blue lights at the loft. Why was that such a turn on? Mmm. I needed Justin. Time to go MacGyver.
Justin's POV
Earlier, Brian had curtly informed me that he would be going to Babylon. Alone. Unfortunately, I had spent the bulk of the school day fantasizing about him. While my math teacher droned on about isosceles triangles, I had imagined Brian fucking me slow and hard. My entire body suffused with heat, next, I had pictured myself sucking Brian's cock, licking the head and shaft until it was dripping and quivering and then taking its entire length into my mouth. After Brian's abrupt dismissal, out of my mind with built up lust, I had considered going to Babylon to pick up a trick of my own, but then quickly rejected the idea. No nameless, faceless trick could satisfy me. Despondent, I had decided to go home.
Now I was lying on my bed naked stroking myself. I poured more baby oil into my right hand and slid it along my shaft, gripping it tightly and imagining my cock enveloped in Brian's hot, wet mouth. Oh God. With my left hand, I gently fingered my slit, spreading my precum over the head and tracing its rim. I licked my lips and opened my mouth a little. My breath ragged, I moaned softly. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. Grunting in annoyance, I grabbed my phone, planning to send the call to voicemail, but then the ring tone registered in my lust-addled brain. "Stayin' Alive." Brian. I had downloaded it as a joke, but I ended up keeping it when I saw Brian's reaction. Cute as hell. He had sputtered, "That, THAT, brings me to mind? Uh…you know, I am only twenty-eight!" Smiling brightly, I had countered, "Twenty-nine." Continuing to stroke my cock, I opened the phone and purred, "Hey."
Brian's POV
My face breaking into a wolfish grin, I responded, "Hey. Whatcha doing?"
"Uhn. Studying." He was adorable when he tried to sound nonchalant.
I had successfully dug a ladder out of Deb's garage, managed to find Justin's window, leaned it against the house, and climbed up. Reaching the top, I had peeked in. At the sight of the slight blond pleasuring himself, my cock had hardened immediately. I had wanted to sneak in and gently suck on one of his nipples, eager to hear his surprised gasp and see desire for me darkening his eyes. But the little twat had locked the window.
"Oh," I said, doing my best to sound disappointed.
"Wha…what's wrong?" he stuttered.
"Oh, well, I was hoping to see you tonight, but if you're busy…"
"Oh, no!" he shouted. Then more calmly, "I mean, I might be able to come over. I think I'm almost done."
"Really? That's good because I have this crazy urge to get fuck..."
Excitement in his voice, he interjected, "Wait, what?"
"I was lying on my bed, thinking of you, more specifically, your cock. You are surprisingly well endowed. Before I knew it, I was sliding lubed fingers…"
Unable to contain himself, Justin interjected again, asking in a breathy voice that sent shivers through my cock, "You…you want me to…"
"Fuck me," I finished, pronouncing each word slowly, with emphasis.
"Oh God." Justin closed his eyes and buried his head in a pillow, stifling a moan.
"I can imagine your huge cock at my entrance, you slowly pushing it inside me. Mmm."
I was originally trying to torment my blond. To send him over the edge. But his torment quickly became my own. I found myself becoming increasingly turned on by the thought of this beautiful boy topping me. I decided that I really wouldn't mind his light body stretched across mine, feeling his soft skin and hard thrusts.
Justin arched his back, fisting his cock faster, and moaned loudly, "Oh. Fuck. Oh Brian. Brian."
He fell back on the bed and rubbed his back against the blanket, wiggling his ass, as though he were a cat bathing in the sun. I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
"Sunshine."
"Mmm."
"You looked so HOT stroking yourself."
Justin's head popped up quickly in alarm, looking around. When he saw me, his alarm immediately became embarrassment. He turned bright red and buried his head in his arms.
Smiling softly, I asked, "You wanna open the window and fuck me or should I go home?"
Lifting his head, Justin shot me his highest-wattage smile yet and flipped the lock.
