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I want to undress you
Wanna caress you (wanna caress you)
Don't wanna be coy
It's time to get me off
Come on baby, thrust me, trust me, get me off
You're my poison an I cannot get enough
Get Me Off – Basement Jaxx
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Brian
We've been driving for exactly two hours. I can tell Justin's getting anxious and tired of sitting. He's fidgeting in his seat, biting his nails, and doing everything in his power to stay awake. First, he wouldn't shut up. But I don't mind it when he talks. Even if it is about stupid things. Then he turned the radio on full blast and sang at the top of his lungs. Lucky for him – And me ears! – He sang good or I'm sure I would've taped his mouth shut an hour ago. I glance over at him. Now he's just staring out the window waiting for us to arrive at our destination. We're there in five more minutes. It's probably one of the crappiest hotels I've ever seen in my life. God. I can't believe I'm going to sleep here.
"Welcome to paradise."
I smile over at Justin who, with tired eyes, rolls his eyes and studies the run-down mess. I walk to the passenger side of the jeep and let him out, grabbing his hand and strolling inside the lobby. It's cleaner on the inside, I'm pleased to see. At least it isn't dirty. Thank fucking God. "Any free rooms?" The man behind the desk, he kind of looks shocked to see that he's getting someone at two in the morning, jumps up from his chair and quickly nods. "Just sign here please." I guess they couldn't afford computers since they have a huge book where you sign your name in and how many days and nights you'll be staying. I scrawl in my name and two days and nights at the most. There's no way I want to stay here longer then that.
"Thank you, sir."
He tells me the price, incredibly cheap, and then hands us a key or our room and our room number. Forty. It turns out this isn't a very large hotel. "I can't believe you're doing this." I look over at the man next to me and raise an eyebrow. "What?" Of course I know what he's talking about but I'm allowed to play dumb. "Driving all the way out here." I shrug, throwing my arm across his shoulders and pulling him against me. I don't answer right away because I'm unlocking the door to our room and looking around. I flick on the light and we take in our surroundings. I shrug. "Not bad. Could be worse." Justin looks up at me with a look of disbelief on his face but he doesn't say anything.
I watch as he walks across the small room where only a couch and crappy TV stand and into another room. I'm only guessing but it's probably the bedroom. The light flicks on and I make my way inside and lean against the doorframe. I watch as the blonde places a hand on the bed, no doubt checking to see how hard/soft the bed is. He's unusually picky about that but, then again, so am I so I really have no room to speak. He looks up at me. "I can't believe you actually want to stay here." He doesn't sound disgusted he just sounds…surprised. Surprised that I would want to stay somewhere so…low compared to the usual high priced places I stay at whenever I have to go somewhere far away from the loft. I shrug and walk fully inside the room, grab Justin by the arm and pull him against me.
"What can I say? I'm just full of surprises."
"The bed's hard."
I smirk.
"So am I."
He smiles slightly, arms coming around to wrap around my neck. He stands on his tiptoes and pushes his lips against mine, tongue seeking entrance. He definitely finds entrance. He quickly pulls away; his fingers trail down my chest and continue their journey downwards. "You're always hard." I grin and shrug. He has a point. "It's not my fault my cock likes you so much." The blonde giggles – I almost point out the fact that he did, indeed, giggle but I decided not to because I'm so…nice. – And his hand begins to slowly undo the buckle of my belt. I allow it because I'm incredibly horny after that long drive and need release. Now. He slides the belt out of the loops and throws it to the floor. I don't yell at him to not through my Gucci belt on the floor 'cause, like I said, I'm fucking horny right now.
He probably did it on purpose too.
I can tell by the gleam in his eyes.
I stand there, allowing the blonde to take full control of getting my undressed. He takes his sweet time too, smiling and moving as slowly as possible. Little fucker. I should punish him but I let him take his time. My pants fall to the floor and I kick them away. Next his hands wander to the buttons on my shirt and undo each one at a slow pace. He smirks up on me knowing very well how agonizingly slow he's going. He kisses me on the lips as he shoves the shirt off of my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor. God – I hope the floors are clean or I'll be extremely pissed in the morning.
"Brian?"
I do my best to ignore the extremely seductive tone the blonde speaks to me in.
I raise an eyebrow, not speaking. He doesn't speak for a moment. Instead his fingers trail down my bare chest, which causes my skin to quiver. I inwardly curse the effect he has on me. His face falls in the space between my neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to trail across my neck, across my shoulder – Dammit. My skin quivers again. He's probably smiling about it – and then his teeth gently bite into it. If he leaves a hickie I'm going to kill him. He meant what he said about getting me back. His mouth wanders towards my ear, teeth nipping gently at my ear lobe. I use every ounce of self-control to not moan or whimper or use any of my vocals. "Brian…"
"Hmmm…."
Damn him. He did that on purpose. Whimpering my name like that. Sounding so fucking needy and wanting and…fucking sexy. I hear and feel him chuckle against my neck. I ignore it, one of my hands gliding up his back and thrusting into his hair. "I want to ride you…" Fuck. Him. My other hand lands on the small of his back, pulling his clothed body tight against mine. His teeth dig into my neck again, pulling gently at the skin, and then sliding over the tender spot with his tongue. Damn the little fucker. He could go from being extremely childish and innocent to sex animal in five seconds. I hated him for it but loved him for it at the same time.
"I want to ride you all. Night. Long."
I don't kiss him no matter how much I want to. I gently push him away and watch as he stumbles backwards a few steps. He watches me curiously, eyes embedded with lust, pupils dilated and the bright blue shaded dark. God – he's so fucking beautiful. Not that I notice such things. I ignore the fact that that is such a fucking lie. "That's gonna be hard to do, Sunshine, with all those clothes on." He smiles, the whites of his teeth just barely showing, and his hands fly to the fabric of his turtleneck. In a flash it's pulled over his head and thrown on the floor next to my forgotten clothing. His hands fly to his jeans and I stop him, hand flying over his and shoving him against the nearest wall.
A loud thump and I hope the wall doesn't break.
"How 'bout I help you with that."
He says nothing and lets me unbutton his jeans. He kicks them away and his hands come to rest on my shoulders, shoving me down on the bed. His body lands on top of me, delicious friction between are bare cocks, and skin feeling like it's on fire. I wonder, for a few split seconds, if the air conditioning is broken in here. His lips finally crash against mine and there's really no stopping us at this point. Well, of course, if Daphne shows up like she did last time we'd have to stop but, other then that. I don't mind an audience. He forces his tongue into my mouth, legs straddling my hips, and hands still on my shoulders to keep me from rolling us over. It's rare that Justin ever shows any real dominance when we're in bed together, but, when he does…god – I won't admit it but…it's fucking hot.
His lips lift from mine, breath coming out hard against my cheek.
"Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in your jeans."
Fuck. I better have one or I'll be…extremely pissed. And when I'm horny and pissed no one's going to want to be around me. Groaning, I reach over the edge of the bed blindly searching for my jeans. I finally find the rough denim and search through the pockets. Thank. Fucking. God and all that is good. "Two more, Sunshine." I'll have to make a run to the nearest drugstore in the morning. Or right after we're done 'cause who knows when we'll stop fucking. He eagerly takes the condom from my hand, opens it with his teeth and slips it onto my cock before I can blink. And then, before I can register anything, he's lowering himself down on my cock, head thrown back in complete sexy ecstasy and hands tightly gripping on to mine. He hisses out my name, purposely, because he knows, even though I haven't' admitted to it, it drives me crazy.
"Move, Taylor."
I can't take it, him just sitting there, smirking down at me with his ass squeezing around my dick like, he squeezes – On purpose no doubt – that. He starts off slow, rising and then slowly sliding back down, squeezing hard around my cock. "I'm going to," I draw in a deep, quaky breath as he suddenly slams down. "Kill you." His hands tug and I'm suddenly sitting upright, back against the headboard, his hands gripping the unsteady wood behind my head, slamming down as hard as possible, head turned into my neck. I grip on to his hips, adding to the force of his slamming down on me, gripping so tightly there'll probably be bruises in the morning. I hope not. "B-Brian, oh fuck!" His teeth bite into my shoulder as he slams down on me again.
He pulls his head back to meet his lips with mine, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. Fucking it. Loving it. "Bri-please," I don't know what he's asking me to do so I don't say anything. I only kiss him harder, hold his hips more tightly. I'm so fucking close. He must be too. I can tell by the look on his face. "P-please, Brian, say," His hands release the headboard and his arms encircle my neck instead, fingers sliding against my sweaty back and his teeth nipping gently onto my chin. "Say my," He slams down again. "Name." I don't reply immediately, I attack his lips with mine, he slams down once more and he's there. Shouting my name and I'm sure it can be heard through the paper-thin walls. In the next second I'm coming and, as he asked me to, I moan out his name.
More then once because that was probably one of the best fucks ever.
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Justin
I wake up feeling fucking wonderful. Not. This is probably the most uncomfortable bed I've ever slept on before in my life – But I can't complain too much because Brian did this for me. I smile at the thought, hesitating to open my eyes. The sun's peering through the window, I can feel it, and I don't want to blind myself. It's only when I feel shifting beside me, an arm swinging over my naked body, that I finally open my eyes and meet the eyes of my lover. I automatically smile and move closer to his body. His arm wraps more firmly around my body and I wrap my own arm, which had been curled in between our chests, around his back.
"Good morning."
He smiles back at me, fingers trailing up and down my back.
"Good morning yourself."
"Ha. Ha. I gave you some hickies. Like I said I would."
He rolls his eyes, mumbling something under his breath about me being immature. I don't care though. He loves me and my immature self even if he won't say it out loud. I watch as his eyes trail down my body, slowly and appreciatively. His hand follows, leaving my back, traveling down my side – Ticklish skin quivering under his fingers. – And over my hips, where he stops and meets my eyes again. "Looks like I left some bruises last night." There's a smile in his voice whereas I immediately grab his hand, move it and inspect my hip. "Brian! And I've been bruise free for so long now! I thought I had a record!" Of course I was only joking. I had a smile on my face but he seemed to take it…personally. I frown and lace my fingers with his, resting our joined hands back on my hip.
"I was only kidding."
He still doesn't say anything.
He actually looks…sorry? I kiss him quickly on the lips.
"Brian…I-" Fuck. I always say the wrong things. "I like these bruises. You should leave them more often." I lean over to kiss him again but he suddenly rolls out of the bed, mumbling something about needing to take a shower. After he walks into the bathroom, he shuts the door behind him, I fall down on my back groaning in frustration. I'm not sure what the fuck just happened. He couldn't seriously be…upset about that. I inwardly cuss myself out. I'm so stupid sometimes. I shouldn't have said anything like that! Sighing, I roll out of bed and wander towards the bathroom door. The shower's running and, thankfully, the door's unlocked and I take the liberty of striding in.
It's really small.
A small sink right next to the toilet, which is right in front of the bathtub/shower. The shower curtain is drawn and I pull it aside and peer inside the small space. He doesn't say anything to me so I just climb in next to him. God, it's so fucking small. We're practically on top of each other without meaning to be. I look up at him; his back is facing me. Frowning, I grab his shoulder, carefully turning him around so he's facing me. Wet hair plastered to his face. I'm still pretty much dry since it isn't anywhere near big enough for the two of us to be under the spray at the same time. I bite my lip for a second before speaking. I don't really trust myself to speak anymore.
"Brian…what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
Yeah fucking right.
"You know I was only joking back there…sure, I guess I shouldn't have joked about it. I didn't realize you would take it so…I don't know."
He doesn't say anything and I really don't know what to say. I stare up at him hopelessly, wishing that he would say something. I reach out and grab his hand, fingers lacing together. With a sigh I let go and offer him a small, unsure smile. "Uh, I guess I'll get in when you're done." I make a move to leave before he grabs my hand again, gaining my attention again. He hesitates before speaking, his other hand coming forward and gently resting on my hip, thumb running over the small bruise for a second. "Does it hurt?" His voice sounds unusually quiet and hoarse and I lean forward slightly so I can hear him. He avoids eye contact with me for a few seconds before looking down at me.
I quickly shake my head.
"What? No – no. Of course not. It doesn't matter, Brian. I bruise easily anyway and last night was pretty intense and,"
"It does too matter."
He sounds strongly passionate about it although his voice is still quieter then normal and a little hoarse still. I blink up at him, teeth biting at my bottom lip again. Not sure of what to say. He looks down for a second, probably at his hand, which is still located on my hip and then back at me again. "Justin…" I look up at him, waiting. His other hand comes up to rest on the side of my face, thumb caressing my cheek. I automatically lean my face into the touch. "From the first day you moved in with me I told myself that I'd take care of you. That I wouldn't hurt you. That," I cut him off, frowning. "You didn't hurt me, Brian." He basically ignores me. "And…that I'd try not to remind you anything of…him,"
I shake my head, protesting.
"I can't believe you're saying that! Fuck, Brian. Do you think that…if you reminded me anything of Ethan I would be here right now? Do you really think that I thought that about you this morning? You remind me nothing of him. Nothing. God, Brian, I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes and you honestly thought that I…"
Suddenly his mouth is engulfing mine, he's pulling me as much as he can against himself under the hot spray, and his arms are wrapping tightly around my body. His lips leave mine and travel hotly down my neck and my hands grip onto his back, fingers scraping gently but roughly at the same time against his skin. He's probably leaving me a million more hickies but I don't care. It feels so good the way he's biting, licking and sucking on my skin all over. It's like…sensory overload. I bury my face in his neck, gasping for air. "Brian…Brian…bruise me…please…" He bites into my neck – I wonder if it's bleeding not that I care. If it is I know his tongue and the running water soon wash it away. Suddenly he shoves my back, roughly, against the shower wall.
I suddenly feel slightly cold without the hot water on me but Brian's body against mine soon makes up for the lost heat. "Jus-Justin…" I grip on tightly to his shoulders as he begins lowering the both of us to the bottom of the tub, his lips savagely attacking mine, teeth tugging roughly at my lips, and hands cradling me with care as he lies on top of me, water from the shower head beating down on us, well more him then me since his body's hovering over mine. Soon his teeth are tugging at my nipples, tongue swirling over the nub to make the pain of his teeth fade away, spending about five minutes on each before his lips and teeth trail back up my chest, throat, chin and find my lips again. He pulls away, and makes a move to get out of the tub, no doubt to get the last condom from his jeans.
I quickly grab his arm, stopping him.
"Brian…"
It's probably a bad idea to even think this much less request it of him. It's only been two weeks since the first time he fucked me, even though we've known each other about two months from the very beginning but that's still a short period of time. "R-raw – fuck me raw…please." He stares at me for a few seconds. I almost tell him to forget it. That I don't know what I'm talking about. I was with Ethan for years and I had never asked him to fuck me without a condom. I had never wanted him to. Never needed him to. His lips gently descend on mine again, all his body weight resting on me again. I'm not sure what's going on in his head, if he's going to fuck me without a condom. If he's mad at me for asking.
I can't tell. All I do is kiss him back hoping that I haven't said the wrong thing.
Again. His head lifts and he looks back down at me, eyes never leaving mine.
"…Are you sure?"
I blink. Is he actually contemplating my request? I swallow and nod. Why the hell not? I'm negative. I know he's negative. We both just got tested together a week ago. We made it into a fun outing. "Y-yes. I want you inside me." He nods, hands sliding down to my thighs. I lock my legs firmly around his waist, my hands wrap around his broad back and his own grab the edges of the tub. The water is our lube. I hope it's enough. God, I think I'm even a little scared. As if sensing it, his head lowers and he captures my lips in another slow, gentle, 'I love you even though I'm afraid to say it out loud' kiss and he moves forward. He's inside of me. Raw. For the first time and, oh my fucking god, it's fucking amazing. "Bri…fuck, Bri…love you." I think I begin muttering incoherent things under my breath soon after that.
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Brian
What the fuck am I doing?
Fucking him raw…that's so…irresponsible! But, fuck, his facial expressions, the sound of his voice…it all seems worth it. I shove into him, it feels different. Fuck – of course it does. I'm fucking him RAW. I draw in a deep breath as his nails break the skin on my back. I grip tighter to the edges of the tub, it's hard to gain a grip on the wet surface. I bite hard into his shoulder as I thrust forward again, his muscles squeezing sweetly around me. I'm. Fucking. Him. Raw. Is this even…wise? Why did I even do it? I should've ignored him and gotten my last condom but…he looked so…fuck.
It wasn't like I didn't want it to.
It wasn't like I didn't want him squeezing around my bare dick. I had wanted it since the first day I fucked him, maybe even before that and, oh fuck, here I was thrusting into him without a condom. And loving it. Of course I was loving it…I just couldn't believe I was doing it. We had only known each other for two months tops and had only been fucking for two weeks. Love really messes with your mind. Fucks it up but, oh fuck, in a good way. My hands lose grip on the edges of the tub and I lean on the bottom of the tub, on my elbows over Justin's wet body. His nails continue to dig into my back. I don't feel any pain though.
"Brian…Brian…bruise me…please…"
I hear him clearly in my mind. Oh, God, I want to listen to him. Bruise him like he wants me to. I grab his parted lips in mine again, kissing him with as much ferocity as I can. He groans into my mouth causing me to moan back. "Justin!" I thrust forward harder, faster, his hips snapping up to meet mine. I grab his cock, trapped between our stomachs, with one of my hands and stroke him in time to each thrust, thumb gliding teasingly over his slit each time until we're both coming simultaneously. Oh god. I'm coming inside his ass. Filling him up. For the first time. "BrianBrianBrian!" One more thrust and I fall forward on top of him, hoping that I'm not hurting him too bad. We lie there for a few minutes, regaining breath and letting the realization of what just…happened dawn on us.
I found myself, surprisingly, not regretting it.
"…Brian?"
He sounds scared. So fucking scared. I slowly ease out of him, hot water turning slightly cooler, and meet his eyes, kissing him slightly on the cheek. I taste something slightly salty and warm and I realize he's crying. A) He either regrets it so much he's crying or B) he's so happy that he's crying. I hope for letter B. I stroke his hair out of his face, tucking the wet strands behind his ears and offering him, what I hope is, a kind, 'I love you Justin Taylor' smile. He doesn't say anything for a minute, stares up at me and then kisses me. A chaste kiss on the lips. Without another word, at first, I stand up and then help him out of the tub, making sure that he doesn't trip on his way out.
Still holding his hand, I lead him out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. I turn to him, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him against me. "Justin – I just…I just want to let you know that…I don't regret it. I'll admit, I never thought I'd ever do…that but I guess if I'd ever want to do it raw with someone it would be you." He smiles a small smile up at me. "Me too." I smirk at him, trying to lighten the mood. "You mean you would do it with yourself too?" He slaps me on the arm and walks over to where his jeans are on the floor and pulls them on. I do the same – the realization of what I, we, just did still running through my mind. I'm still slightly shocked that I did it without even…a fight.
Love is so…yeah. Not that I am in love with him…whatever.
"Brian?"
I turn around, his voice sounds panicked all of the sudden, and he's holding a photograph. I raise an eyebrow. "What's that, Sunshine?" He thrust the picture at me, fear across his face, as if it's burning him and he sits on the edge of the bed, his face resting in the palms of his hands. The picture, I'm shocked to see, is of us. Of last night. I look over at the window. There are no blinds. I look back at the picture. There's no note, just like the last picture. "Fuck. Fuck!" I grab Justin's hand and we're out of the hotel and into my jeep, after paying the man in the lobby, and in my jeep. We don't even out on our shirts until we're halfway down the road.