A/N: Sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it.

If Justin could have laughed, he would have had a nice long chuckle at himself. But he was too tense to even smile. The irony was, what Justin had said about Joe might end up being true about Brian. Justin was so excited and nervous (bordering on frightened). Brian was too beautiful. Too perfect. Justin was afraid he could never measure up, never please him. Worse yet, Justin would have to be completely naked in front of him. So following the five-minute drive back to his house, he was well on his way to a full-blown panic. In fact, when he opened the car door, he nearly fell out, he dropped his keys (twice) when he was trying to unlock the apartment door, and he bumped into a table while trying to switch on the lights. If Brian hadn't have caught Justin, slipping an arm around his waist, he would have tumbled to the floor for sure.

Justin was already trembling a little. But the trembling just got worse when Brian whispered into his ear, "Relax, Sunshine. It's just fucking." Justin poured all of his willpower into trying to follow Brian's advice, but, apparently, nothing less than divine intervention (and that of a higher power than Brian) would stop the trembling.

A moment later Brian spun Justin around in his arms. Then he growled, "Did you kiss him?"

Justin was so surprised (by the spin and the question) that he barely managed a "What?"

Brian smiled. He liked how easy it was for him to throw Justin. He repeated slowly, seductively, all the while looking into Justin's eyes, "Did . You. Kiss. Joe?"

Justin flushed, partly in embarrassment (he really didn't want to talk about Joe…to be reminded about what he'd almost let Joe do) and partly in pleasure (Brian was sooo jealous). He answered firmly, as firmly as he could manage, "No."

Justin could see a hint of a smile cross Brian's lips before they came crashing down onto his. Then Brian's tongue was in his mouth, his hands in Justin's hair, pulling and clawing as Brian tried to close what little space remained between them. Justin slid his hands around Brian's neck to get the leverage he needed to kiss Brian back as forcefully. Brian's lips were so soft, yet firm, his mouth so warm, and his kiss so deep and passionate that Justin's heart kept stopping. He never wanted this moment to end. Especially when Brian started grinding against him. That caused waves of the most intense, pleasurable heat to rain down and course through him. He was still trembling, and the disparate sensations, hot and cold, shaking and tingling, combined to make him feel as though his body were a live wire, rippling with electricity. He felt so alive, yet so completely out of control. At that point, if Justin hadn't been gripping Brian's neck so tightly, he would have slid to the floor, his body a pile of Jell-o. Unfortunately for Justin, they did eventually break apart, but their kiss left them both panting and breathless and Justin's entire body tinged with red. He'd never been more turned on in his life.

And Brian? He'd never kissed anyone as often or as long as he'd kissed Justin, now or ever. He generally considered kissing the first volley in his effort to conquer, particularly with so-called straight guys (or notorious tops). But kissing Justin was nothing like that. He enjoyed it, so much, more than he'd ever be comfortable admitting, but the whole time, Brian felt as though he were struggling…he wasn't quite sure against what or why. Maybe just struggling to remain a separate person, to not be conquered himself.

Justin looked into Brian's dark, intense eyes, now a deep brown, and swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what to do (obviously he knew the mechanics of sex, and had done a fair amount of fucking in his life, but this situation was like facing a buffet of all your favorite foods…he didn't know what to 'sample' first). He inquired, a little nervously, "Do…do you want me to suck your dick?"

Brian licked his lips as he ran a finger over Justin's own (Justin wanted to do a back flip when he felt Brian's cock jump at the words 'suck your dick'). Brian most certainly did want those plump lips wrapped around his cock. But not yet. He needed to be inside Justin as soon as possible. So he mumbled, "Later" against Justin's lips before thrusting his tongue into Justin's mouth once more and picking him up. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist, let his eyes flutter closed, and then allowed himself to fall back into the dizzying heat, kissing Brian hungrily as he carried Justin into the bedroom.

Brian actually crawled onto the bed, still kissing Justin, before letting go. Justin whimpered softly when Brian disengaged, trembling even harder in response to the chill Brian left where his searing lips and body had once been. Still Justin smiled, his eyes sparkling. This was really happening. That is, until Brian started to pull Justin's shirt off. Then his eyes widened and filled with fear. He sat up quickly, moving so that he was sitting on the side of the bed, facing away from Brian, his legs hanging over the edge. Brian got up on his knees, observing Justin closely as he rolled his lips into his mouth. Brian needed to get Justin over his body hang ups. And fast. He watched Justin pull his shirt off and toss it onto the floor, noting his terrified expression when Justin glanced back. Then he watched Justin stand up and remove his jeans (and shoes and socks). Finally, he watched Justin turn toward the headboard and lie down. Justin had managed to keep his stomach out of sight the entire time. Brian ran his hand slowly upward along Justin's back, relishing in his soft skin, but then he brought his hand back down and slapped Justin's ass. Justin laughed in pleasure and shock. Brian whispered huskily, "Roll over."

Justin raised his head in alarm. Then he asked breathlessly, "What?"

Brian repeated, a little more loudly, "Roll over."

His voice desperate, Justin protested, "But Brian…"

"I want to see you…and, more importantly, I want you to see me."

Justin buried his face in his pillow for a moment, but then, hesitantly, he rolled over. He couldn't even look at Brian. Not until Brian climbed off the bed and started stripping. The second he saw Brian unveiling the first inch of his beautiful bronze skin, Justin's eyes were glued to his body. He was so mesmerized that he didn't even think to cover his belly.

Watching Brian undress was better than watching him wash in the shower. Soon, Justin would be able to touch every inch of Brian's beautiful body, not just his back. It was even better than jerking off to Brian's voice or jerking Brian off…soon that huge cock would be deep inside him, filling him up, pounding into him. With that thought, Justin's cock started to throb and precum bubbled out of his slit. When Brian was completely naked, he lifted his arms over his head, ran his fingers through his hair, and smiled. Then he narrowed his eyes and climbed back onto the bed. The silky blond hair on Justin's arms, legs, and chest, so light it was almost invisible, bristled in anticipation as Brian climbed over him. When Brian reached Justin's head, he kissed Justin's lips gently and then fell to the side, his head resting on his arm. He stared at Justin intently for a moment, but then rolled onto his back. Then in a husky whisper, he demanded, "Ride me."

Justin swallowed hard, but sat up on his knees. Brian moved to the center of the bed. Justin straddled him. Justin couldn't even look at Brian. His stomach was right in Brian's face. He grabbed a blanket off a chair next to the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Only then could he lift his eyes. His face was beet red. But Brian wasn't having any of that. He whispered, "Don't hide. Confidence is hot." Then he started pulling the blanket away.

Justin protested, his voice tinged with desperation and fear, "Brian, don't. Please."

Brian ignored him. He pushed the blanket off Justin and ran his hands down Justin's sides to his ass and then back up over his belly. Justin stared into Brian's eyes the entire time, looking for the faintest flicker of disgust. But all he could see was desire. Justin's breath caught in his throat when Brian's eyes met his once more. Still looking deep into Justin's eyes, Brian threaded his fingers into Justin's hair and pulled him down, down, down, until their lips met. Then he plunged his tongue into Justin's mouth, kissing him hungrily. He kissed Justin deeper and deeper, drawing him closer and closer. When Brian finally broke their kiss, Justin was a little dizzy, his lips red and swollen. Yet he managed to grab the lube and a condom from the nightstand. He rolled the condom onto Brian's hard, leaking cock and slicked it with lube. Then he started impaling himself on it slowly. Brian slid his hands down to Justin's ass, squeezing and rubbing, but not pulling Justin down, though he was dying to do just that.

When Brian was ensconced in Justin, the moment they were fully joined, Brian's eyes widened and he actually moaned, and loudly (Justin was so fucking tight), an abnormal response for him during sex. Brian usually managed to remain silent while fucking, except for some occasional panting. He didn't like his partners to know whether or not they were pleasing him. He liked to be completely in control. At that same moment, Justin, in contrast, shut his eyes tight and threw back his head, his breathing shallow and almost soundless. After a few heartbeats, Justin started moving again, slowly riding Brian's dick, his eyes closed the whole time. Brian watched, rapt. Justin's mouth was open slightly, his skin damp and flushed. When Justin licked his lips, which were still red and swollen, Brian lost it. He flipped Justin onto his back, lifted Justin's legs onto his shoulders, and began thrusting. Not fast, but deep. Meanwhile, he licked the sweat off of Justin's skin. This quickly progressed to sucking on every inch of skin Brian could reach. Justin's neck, his chest, his shoulders…then came the biting. But nothing sated Brian's desire to consume Justin. And Justin's soft moans, roaming hands, and that intense look in his now-open eyes just caused the ache in Brian's chest to grow. Brian stared at Justin for a moment, gaping a little. As ridiculous as it sounded, Brian felt like he was falling, like Justin's eyes, no longer filled with fear or even simple lust, but something transcending everything physical, were drawing him in. Brian couldn't breathe, and his heart stubbornly refused to beat. Then he was kissing Justin, clawing at his shoulders, pulling hair, all the while thrusting into Justin, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster. They were sweating and writhing and moaning through kisses, no longer conscious of anything but desperate need and the single inferno of heat coursing through both their bodies. Then they were cumming, still kissing, moaning louder, and clawing at each other like animals. Brian didn't even remember touching Justin's cock, but it erupted all over his chest nonetheless. Then they were holding onto each other so tightly, like their lives depended on it, and gasping for air. Squeezing their eyes shut to stave off dizziness, to reorient themselves.

Once Brian regained his balance, he carried Justin into the bathroom. They showered until the hot water ran out, running soapy hands all over each other's bodies and kissing, sometimes soft and tender, sometimes rough and desperate. Brian couldn't get enough, of touching Justin and especially of kissing him. If he'd thought about it, his urgent need for that kind of connection would have scared him, would have sent him running. As far and as fast as he could possibly go.

After two blow jobs and a few more fucks, Justin was laying in Brian's arms. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon. In the dim light, Justin gazed at Brian, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Justin's chest ached, and he felt a little like crying, though he didn't. He wouldn't. Instead he whispered the words that had been thrumming through his body all night, the words he thought might eat him alive if he didn't express them. In the softest of whispers, so soft he could barely hear his own voice, he breathed, "I love you, Brian. So much." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

TBC…