Chapter Seven

"What the fuck are you doing?" Brian asks as he pushed me off of him.

"Well, I was trying to kiss you."

"Yeah, I caught on to that."

"Well, then, why did you-" then his lips are back on mine, our tongues battling out the emotions that we could not speak to one another. I place my hands on the back of his neck and pull him even closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but he has other actions in mind. He removes his mouth from mine but continues to kiss along my jaw and down my neck. The desire within me is building more than I thought possible. I want to feel him, to remove all barriers between our two skins. As if he can read my thoughts Brian's fingers are worming their way up my shirt. I lift my arms to allow him to remove my shirt, and action which, sadly, causes us to break our intimate hold for only a mere second, but it feels like a lifetime.

Soon, all of our clothes are on the bare floor. I'm holding the man that I love in my arms, and his figure is still as breathtaking to me as it was the first time I saw it. Both of our bodies are begging for the same thing, so I decide to do something about it. I push him to the floor and kiss my way down his chest, making sure to pay special attention to his nipples. I know how much he loves that. I hear him moan and know that my memory has served me well.

"Fuck!" I hear Brian exclaim.

"What?"

"I don't have a condom!"

I can't help but snicker. Brian Kinney without a condom on his person is like a traffic cop without his citation booklet. It's something one just doesn't fathom a possibility.

"That's alright," I say, making sure my point gets across by kissing the head of his erection, "I'm sure that there's some other way I can help you."

And with that I begin to suck on his cock. It takes only three minutes of deep-throating before I can feel his abdominal muscles clenching, signaling his upcoming release. I bask in it. I want to feel everything. When he finally comes, moaning louder than I remember ever hearing before, I'm content. At least I think I am, that is, until he returns the affection.

Then, just as suddenly as it begun, the sex is over. He coughs, I shuffle my feet, and the moment is gone. We both retrieve our clothes and get redressed. Then, I flee.