My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
My Stupid Mouth – John Mayer

Brian

Yeah, I never should have done that to him. It would've been totally different if Justin hadn't been in danger of some stalking bastard but…dammit. I was such a fucking asshole. That had been a very, very bad idea on my part. Scaring him like that. God, he had been horrified and it was because of me. Me. I don't regret tons of things in life but I really, really regret scaring the hell out of him like that. I regret even more when, after I led him back to the cabin, three hours later (It's now dark outside), he's still not speaking to me and noticeably ignoring me. Whenever I walk into the room he gets up and leaves.

Without a word.

I'm fucking stupid.

Sighing, I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom, the last room he'd fled into to escape me. As soon as I make an appearance he got off the bed, probably to hurry into the bathroom and lock himself inside for hours.

"Don't even think about it, Taylor." He stops. He's only five steps away from the bathroom. I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest. "No more running away from me." He glares at me. "I wasn't running away from you. I was going to the bathroom." I smirk. Probably another bad idea on my part.

"Yeah, right. I'm not stupid."

"I beg to differ."

Ouch. I deserve it, though. I shrug.

"Differ all you want, but you are not going into that bathroom."

He stands up straight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You're gonna stop me?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Right."

I watch as Justin makes an attempt to walk into the bathroom. In five seconds I'm off the doorframe. I stride over to where he is, and grab his body and pull him against mine. Then I pin him against the wall. I won't even give him a chance to squirm away from me. No matter how much he punches my chest with his fist and no matter how much it hurts as he starts to punch harder and stomp purposely on my feet. God, he's really fucking pissed at me. I'm so fucking stupid sometimes. "Let go of me!" I don't comply. Again. "Justin. Just…stop." He doesn't stop. He doesn't stop struggling and he doesn't stop yelling at me and telling me what a stupid,idiotic bastard I am.

If I had known that what I did would've fucked him up this bad I wouldn't have done it.

I really wish I hadn't.

"Justin. Please, just stop."

"You need to let go of me now."

"Not until you stop and listen to me."

His hands stop thumping against my chest and his body practically falls limp in my arms. I think he might cry again but he doesn't. "Good." He doesn't say anything, just glares up at me, hands resting tensely on my chest, waiting for me to talk so he can listen. I draw in a deep breath and loosen my hold on him so I'm not suffocating him or hurting him. "Justin, I didn't mean to…piss you off. I was joking. Yeah, I know it was a bad joke and I'm…sorry." God. I hate saying sorry…especially when I actually mean it. And when it sounds so…ridiculous. "I'm sorry that I scared you. I wasn't…thinking." I also hate admitting that I've done something wrong. Something the blond knows a lot about.

I move a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. Something that started as nonsexual turned sexual in about five seconds when the soft feel of his skin goes straight to my dick. Come on, I've been sexually deprived for two days and here I was, pressed up against him in a bedroom.

It would've been perfect, if he hadn't been pissed at me.

The memory of fucking him raw just two days ago makes it worst. Damn me and my 'being stupid sometimes' tendencies. "You won't do it again?" I shake my head. I mean it too. "I promise." And I never break promises. Especially ones I intend to keep with every fiber of my being. Like this one. "You won't leave me alone?" I shake my head. "Never." He finally smiles and I sigh with relief. That's probably good news for me and my cock. And his ass of course. "I love you."

When he says that, sometimes I wonder if he ever expects me to say it back. I know he wants me to but I'm not sure if he expects me to. Then again, I have no idea what he expects of me. I can only stand there against him and not say anything. I hope he doesn't make me say anything or ask my why I don't say anything back 'cause I want to but…I don't at the same time. Then again, I've fucked him raw, so what have I got to lose? I've already broken one of my rules. Why not break another one and actually tell him how I feel?

I decide against it and kiss him, instead.

A few minutes later I have him on his back and my cock lubed. His fingers are gripping tightly to my shoulders, legs locked around my waist, and his own leaking cock is trapped between our stomachs. I push inside, and this time I actually take the time to feel. To feel every single sensation as I sink into him raw for the second time. God, I almost come right then. The feeling of his muscles squeezing tight as I move in deeper make me feel dizzy. I can hardly breathe and, by the look on Justin's face, he can't breathe either. When I move out again, so fucking slow I'm gasping, and push forward again, he's coming between our stomachs and I don't last much longer after that. Like a fucking teenager.

"Oh god…"

He's right. Oh god. I pull out of him. After I pull out and roll over, not wanting to crush him, although I'm not at all sure he would mind if I do. I pull him against me though, the come on his stomach mixing with my sweat. All hot and sticky and I don't care. He smiles timidly at me. "I lasted longer when I was a virgin." I chuckle and shove a hand through his sweaty hair. "I have that affect on people." He rolls his eyes and swats at my shoulder.

"Shut up! You lasted like, what? Two seconds?"

"No."

"Yes."

I choose not to answer him even though he's right. It might as well have been two seconds. I yawn and pull his body tighter against me. I plan on just letting myself fall asleep like this. All dirty. But Justin has other plans. I open my eyes as his head rest in the crook of my neck and shoulder, tongue sliding and teeth nipping at my skin. "Brian?" His tone of voice clearly states that my cock isn't done with his ass yet. That he wants more and that he wants it now. I guess I should be happy since I had been begging to fuck him a few hours ago. "Hmm?" He's silent for a few seconds, teeth, lips and tongue still trailing lazily across the skin of my neck. I could fall asleep to him doing that.

"Tell me how it feels…when you're inside me raw."

I'm just about tell him just how fucking good it felt when a phone starts ringing. Justin groans besides me and rolls off the bed, digs in his pants pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He immediately looks concerned when he looks down at the number. "Who is it?" He looks over at me and shrugs. "Unknown number," He bites his bottom lip and holds the phone out towards me. "Can you answer it?" I quickly nod. Of course I would. I'd rather me answer it if the number's unknown anyway. Getting ready for some stupid 'heavy breathing' thing on the other end of the line, I answer.

"Hello?"

"Brian!"

Daphne. Fuck her!

"Damn you and your fucking interrupting tendencies. I was just about to talk dirty to your best friend"

Justin looks thoroughly relieved that it's Daphne and not his stalker. I close my eyes and hope that Daphne doesn't talk to me any more. That she'll be courteous and not ask to talk to Justin so we can engage in hot, raw fucking. "I'm sorry." I shake my head. "No you aren't. You're probably laughing your ass off. Can you call back later? I need to fuck him." She giggles. Stupid bitch. I, grudgingly, love her though. I could really strangle her right now. What is it with her and her fucked up timing?

"I need to talk to Justin."

"I'm the screener. You can't get to him unless I think the call's worthwhile."

Suddenly Justin snatches the phone out of my hand and walks out of the room, saying something to Daphne still beautiful, naked, and slightly hard. I groan and feel like having a tantrum like a little baby when it doesn't get his way. I hate Daphne. Hate her right now.

Justin

"We got to Vermont yesterday morning."

I sigh into the phone, glad to know that she's safe and that she's not anywhere near me. I pad out of the bedroom and down the stairs so I'm not tempted to hang up on her with Brian's naked, glistening body in my line of vision. I don't thing she'd appreciate it. "I'm glad you're safe." Daphne sighs on the other end of the phone and agrees. I smile and, once in the cozy living room, I fling myself on the couch and stare at the dead fireplace. I'll get Brian to light it later.

"Guess what, Daph."

"What?"

"Something happened."

Her voice is slightly concerned.

"What? Are you ok?"

"I'm more than ok."

"What happened, exactly?"

I look towards the stairs to make sure Brian isn't coming down and then, "He fucked me raw." Silence and then: "Oh my god! Are you serious?" I have to hold the phone from my ear because she's being so loud. When she's done, I hold the phone back up to my ear, smiling. "When? I thought he was against all of that raw stuff." I shrug then realize that she can't see me. "Two days ago. He is, was. That's besides the point." I listen as she sighs on the other end. "That must've been hot." I laugh. "It was hot."

"Are you almost done, Sunshine?"

A few seconds later Brian pads down the stairs. He has the decency to put on sweat pants. I shake my head and he lets out a loud sigh of irritation. "Tell Daphne to hurry up. I have needs, to." I roll my eyes and proceed to listen to Daphne as she tells me about their cabin that they were staying in while in Vermont. "It sounds amazing, Daph." She sighs. "Yeah, it is. What about your cabin? Debbie told me you were staying somewhere in the woods. Brian must be flipping." I laugh and Brian looks over at me with a raised eyebrow as he strides over to the couch I'm sitting on. He sits down next to me and his hand comes to rest on my naked thigh. I shoot him a warning look and he only shrugs.

"He is flipping. He complained all the way over here."

Brian rolls his eyes, fingers trailing lightly over my skin now. I swat his hand away but a few seconds later his hand is back on my thigh, sliding up and getting closer and closer to my cock. "You'd think he'd be happy to do this. For you, I mean." I grin. "He is happy to do this. What's not to like about getting a hot blond like myself out in an isolated cabin?" Daphne laughs and agrees. My breath hitches as his fingers wrap around my cock causing it to go from half limp to rock hard in five seconds. Daphne must've heard. "What's wrong?" Oh, if only she knew. "Nothing. I, uh, I have to go. Brian's threatening me." Yeah.

"Alright. I'll call you tomorrow sometime. G'night."

"Goodnight."

Brian grabs the phone out of my hand with his free one as soon as I say 'goodnight' and flings it on another sofa, where it lays forgotten. His hand pumping my dick picks up speed and he teases my neck with his teeth. I let my head fall back on the comfortable cushions of the sofa. I wrap an arm around his head, fingers pulling at his hair, and place a hand over his pumping one and help him jerk me off. "It feels so fucking amazing when I'm inside you raw…" I gasp as his lips brush across my ear, hot breath making my entire body start to burn. Inside and out. "You can feel everything…fuckin' amazing."

His hand squeezes around my cock for a few seconds, thumb rubbing over the slit repeatedly.

"And when I come inside your tight ass…"

God, I can still feel the dry come on my ass and thighs. He bites down on the lobe of my ear and I let out a moan of frustration. I want and need to come so fucking bad, but he won't let me. No, not yet. "It's so fucking-" he bites roughly at my ear lobe again. His tongue slides across my neck and collar bone. He starts to pump his hand faster and harder, thumb pressing hard against the head of my cock. God, I feel so fucking dizzy right now. "Hot." As soon as he says 'hot' I come in the palm of his hand. Just like clockwork.

"Brian!"

He leans over and captures my lips with his and drowns out the sounds of me calling out his name. His tongue shoves into my mouth needily. Wanting. His hand covered in my come slides up my chest between our mouths leaving a trail of the liquid. I suck a finger into my mouth tasting myself on him and my dick begins to come to full alert all over again. I don't think this night will ever end. Another finger slides into my mouth and I lick it clean until every one of his fingers has been in my mouth and sucked clean. By the time I'm done sucking his fingers, I'm so hard it hurts.

An hour later, after he's fucked me again, I'm lying on his chest, our bodies sprawled out on the couch.

My hand begins sliding over his chest and then down to his taut, muscular stomach. I love touching him. He's fucking perfect. A fucking god. And his skin is glistening with sweat, which makes him all the more appealing. I nuzzle my nose against his neck, burying my face in the space where his neck and shoulder meet. "That sounded fucking hot…you telling me." Brian nods against my forehead but says nothing so I keep talking. Out of habit. "Maybe…you could…sometime give me a chance to experience it." He says nothing still but I know what he's thinking -

Fuck no.

Brian has told me time and time again that he doesn't bottom for anybody. But a little part of me hoped that someday he would. Plus, me topping for once didn't even seem like a huge deal anymore, now that he's fucked me raw. I sigh and slowly sit up, positioning myself between his legs. "I'm starving. You go take a shower and I'll make dinner then I'll take a shower." He grabs my hand to keep me from getting off the couch. "No, we'll shower together and then I'll help you make dinner. I'm not leaving you alone anywhere." I smile and yank his arm, pulling us both off the couch.

"Sounds good to me."