The third installment is finally here! Smut and Fluff ahead, because what would QAF be without some smut?
Hope you all enjoy!
At the loft, Brian had Justin pinned against the back of the couch, his smaller body lifting to rest lightly on the top ledge. Justin's arms were wrapped around Brian's neck, pulling him closer and straining to deepen the kiss. His legs lifted to embrace Brian's waist as his back arched to press their bodies more tightly against each other. He moaned.
"Fuck, Justin," Brian murmured into his mouth. With a nip to Justin's lip and a short growl, he hefted the younger man into his arms, encouraging him to cross his legs behind his back and cling to him. Brian quickly maneuvered his way to the raised bedroom and gently settled Justin onto the bed on his back, his own body settling over top of his blonde lover's.
In an almost uncharacteristic move, Brian slid his hand through Justin's hair, reveling in the silkiness of the strands and marveling that this man was still by his side, even now, five years after their first time. He cupped the side of Justin's face and began pressing light kisses over the exposed skin, touching first on his forehead, then his nose, chin, cheeks, eyelids, one, then the other, and finally his lips once more.
Justin's toes curled at the overtly romantic action as a blush flooded his cheeks. He had to pull away from their intense kiss for a moment as a smile broke out on his lips. He stared up at Brian awestruck and stroked the man's cheek with the backs of fingers. "You are truly amazing Mr. Kinney."
Brian scoffed. "Clearly. You couldn't stay away for more than twenty-four hours."
Justin chuckled. He couldn't believe he had gone to New York and left this man. He had known that leaving was a mistake and yet he'd gone anyway. He was just thankful he'd decided to come back before he lost time with this amazing man presently on top of him. "Bri" he sighed, and then whispered, "I love you."
Brian's lips turned up in a half smile, the hand not currently cradling his face securing itself to his hip, searching out the heated skin beneath the waistband of his pants. The brunette stared intently at his partner for a long moment before returning the sentiment. "I love you too, Sunshine." Justin grinned happily and Brian was elated to see the return of his sunshine smile. "So, twat…is your queen-out over?"
Justin lightly punched Brian in the chest before wrapping his fingers around the nape of the man's neck and pulling him down. Right before their lips touched he answered, "As long as you don't plan on making me leave anytime soon."
"Never," Brian vowed solemnly as he sealed their lips together.
After a few moments, Justin pulled away. "Good! Now can we have hot make-up reunion sex?" He grinned impishly.
"Twat!" Brian laughed. "It's only been a day."
"So? We planned for it to be longer and technically we were apart so….I'm demanding reunion sex." His lips turned down in a pout and Brian couldn't help but want to suck on the bottom one. So he did.
A few minutes later, flushed and breathing heavily, Justin reiterated his demand. Brian laughed again, "Your wish is my command, my prince."
Justin's breath hitched at the endearment and his eyes glazed with unshed tears. "Shit…" he sniffed. Every time. Every time he heard Brian call him his prince he got emotional. He never thought he'd hear those kinds of endearments from his older and jaded lover, but he had and Brian continued to surprise him.
Justin forced himself to ignore his sappy emotional side as Brian once more planted a kiss on his lips. His older lover pushed himself to his knees, never breaking the kiss as he reached to begin undoing the buttons on Justin's shirt. With each new button released, Brian swept further down Justin's body, pressing wet, biting kisses to the newly revealed skin. Justin arched his back to press his chest against Brian's mouth, a moan tumbling from his swollen lips.
No matter how many other people he had hooked up with over the years, no one could ever make him feel the way Brian does or elicit the same reactions. The simplest kisses or caresses were like silk against his body and evoked breathy pants, loud moans, and heated whispers from his lips. He was helpless to stop them.
In this moment, he clutched a hand to the back of Brian's neck, the other restlessly flitting from Brian's fabric covered shoulder, to the sheets beneath him, and up to twist into Brian's hair. After a seemingly long time spent on his shirt, Brian pulled Justin upright and helped him slide it off of his shoulders, flinging it aside as he again captured the blonde's lips, his hands clasping the sides of Justin's chest, thumbs flicking over his nipples. Justin gasped into Brian's mouth and reached for the front of the older man's shirt. He fumbled through unbuttoning the barrier between them before gliding his hands over Brian's shoulders to push it off. Brian yanked it the rest of the way off and reached for the waistband of his sweats, Justin's hands flying to his jeans to undo the button.
Pulling apart, they quickly shed their pants and underwear, reveling in each other's bodies as they were unveiled. "Christ, Justin."
Quickly, Brian climbed back on top of his lover, sighing with contentment as their naked skin slid together. Justin immediately wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and pulled him down into a kiss. As the heat continued to build between them, Brian reached to the side table for a condom and the bottle of lube. Rising to his knees, he prodded Justin's legs apart, sliding his hands feather light over the sensitive skin of his thighs. Another gasp exited Justin's throat and he bit his lip when Brian's fingers finally aimed for his entrance.
Coated in lube, Brian entered one finger into Justin, slowly sliding it in and out until Justin's breath caught in his throat and he pushed back on the digit. Needing no more encouragement, Brian proceeded to add another and finally the last when he felt Justin was ready.
Despite their frequent activities, Brian always thoroughly prepared his younger lover. Ever since that first time together when Justin had told him to "go slow", Brian was careful to take the time and do it properly. There was a sensuality in it, an intimacy only present between them that Brian reveled in and desired every time they were together, though he'd never admit it aloud.
Feeling that Justin was more than ready for him to move on, evident in his repeated wetting of his lips and the flush across his chest, Brian removed his fingers. "Ready, Sunshine?" he whispered, pumping Justin's erection a few times before putting on the condom and stroking his own cock with lube. He smirked at the nearly irritated look that graced his younger lover's face.
Justin raised his legs, preparing to settle them over Brian's shoulders as he said, "What do you think?"
A half smile graced Brian's face. He helped Justin settle his legs and braced himself over the blonde's body, sliding inside him in one solid movement. They both groaned loudly at the reunion of their bodies, Justin's hands rapidly moving to clutch at Brian's shoulders. Their separation may have been brief, but in this moment they were able to shed the intense emotions raised from the last few days.
Groaning, Justin rocked his hips, desperate to feel all of Brian, wanting nothing more than for his older lover to start moving. Brian leaned down to claim Justin's lips and gently withdrew from the smaller man's body. He sucked the blonde's bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled before releasing it and roughly thrusting back inside, forcing a sharp gasp from Justin. He repeated the motion evenly a few more times before picking up the pace and rapidly slamming his hips forward and back. Breathy pants erupted from Justin's lips, his toes curling in the air above their bodies, and his knuckles turning white from the force of their grip on Brian's shoulders. A loud moan of "Briiiaaan" was pulled from his mouth as the older man drilled repeatedly into his prostate.
"Like that Justin?" Brian asked rhetorically between kisses before pulling away only a few inches, sliding his hand down between their bodies to slowly stroke Justin's cock. He stared down at the blonde, amazed by how content and happy he was to still be with him after all this time. "Beautiful," he whispered before sealing their mouths together again, a blush rising in Justin's cheeks. Their hips were moving in tandem and Justin disconnected their lips to throw his head back on one particularly hard thrust. The muscles in his neck strained against the movement, his mouth open in a wordless cry. The sweat dripping down his neck glistened and called to Brian so strongly he immediately stooped to drag his tongue along the pale column. He nipped at the sensitive skin and trailed kisses up to Justin's ear, nuzzling the soft skin behind it.
With a whimper, Justin turned back to face Brian and desperately sought his lips, his nails clawing into the bronzed skin of his lover. Their hips were rocking erratically by then and in seconds, Justin was crying out his orgasm into Brian's mouth, sticky white spurting out to coat his and the older man's heaving chests. Brian moved a hand to cup Justin's cheek and, staring directly into his eyes, followed the younger man over the edge.
As the tension receded from both of their bodies, Brian guided Justin's legs back down to the mattress and rolled to his hip briefly to remove the condom, tossing it aside, to immediately reclaim his position on top of Justin. He cradled Justin's smaller frame in his long arms, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. Justin eagerly returned the kiss, and slid his own arms around Brian's back to pull him closer. After the events of the last forty-eight hours, he felt more content than he imagined was possible. "I love you, Brian," he whispered into his older lover's mouth, not stopping to wait for a response, but instantly tangling their tongues together.
Minutes later, Brian pulled back, lifting a hand to stroke Justin's cheek. "You know I do too," he whispered huskily. He may have met his quota for using the "L" word that day, but he would never pass up the chance again to tell Justin he returned his feelings. He'd lost him too many times to ever take the chance.
"I know," Justin smiled back. He stroked his hands up and down Brian's sides. "So we're keeping Britin?" He asked hopefully, his eyes shining.
Brian smirked back at him, ducking down to lick a stripe up Justin's neck. The blonde giggled. "We're keeping it," Brian reassured his younger lover. Justin's grin in response lit up the room and Brian felt his heart jump in his chest. He would do everything in his power to see that smile every day.
With another gentle kiss, Brian rolled off of Justin and sat up, reaching for a pair of jeans. "Where are you going? Justin pouted. A chill rushed over his body in Brian's absence, goose bumps rising on his skin.
Brian's lips quirked up in a half smile at the sight. He retreated into the bathroom and came back moments later, a damp cloth dangling from his fingers. His own chest now mess free, he gently mopped up the drying come that coated Justin's skin. Throwing the towel into the bathroom, he looked to Justin who was still sporting a small frown. He reached out a hand and brushed down Justin's chest to his stomach, stopping before he reached his cock so as not to tempt himself. Leaning down, he captured Justin's lips in another kiss. "As much as I would love to stay here in bed with you all day, you weren't supposed to be here. I have plans to meet the guys at the diner."
"Oh," Justin replied mournfully. His arms curled in around his chest, shielding himself from the cold settling over his body and the mild hurt from Brian's rejection. He forced his face to remain impassive.
Brian stood and buttoned his pants, bending down to snatch up a shirt. Yanking it over his head and into place, he grabbed his cowry shell bracelet off the side table and fastened it, looking around for his shoes at the same time.
Justin blinked repeatedly, tightening the hold of his arms on himself. Brian glanced up as he pulled on his second shoe.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Sunshine? Get dressed." He stood to his full height and stared down at his blonde lover, one eyebrow lifting.
Justin blushed. "Oh," he murmured, hurriedly standing and pulling on his clothes, ducking his head so he wouldn't have to look Brian in the face. He felt stupid. One day, and suddenly he thought Brian was going to leave him on his own? He felt ridiculous. Shaking his head to dispel the feelings of hurt and embarrassment, Justin, now dressed, walked out of the room to meet Brian at the front door. "Let's go then."
Brian bit his lip to prevent a smirk from appearing on his face. He knew exactly what Justin had thought was happening before and he thought the younger man's reaction was adorable, though he'd never admit to it.
In the corvette, Justin turned to stare out the window, drumming the fingers of his left hand on his thigh. Brian, glancing at his lover, reached out and settled his hand over Justin's, hoping to calm him. He twined their fingers together and rested them over Justin's knee, immensely happy that the younger man was back where he belonged. "I'm glad you came back," he whispered.
Startled, Justin turned to face him, a brilliant smile slowly spreading across his face. "Me too," he whispered back, tightening his fingers in Brian's.
TBC
There you have it! My first foray into a Brian/Justin smutfest. And of course some fluff.
As always, the next chapter should be posted soon!
