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Rating: R

A/N: This chapter is rated R for a reason. If you do not like sex (what's wrong with you?) and homosexual men are not your thing, our friends of the Internet have proved you with a back button. I don't want to have to deal with mommy or anybody else simply because you cannot handle a blowjob and a hand job and had to cry about it or that you couldn't read ahead. So, on a nicer note, please enjoy!

This is dedicated to all the fans of Brian and Justin who are deprived of the sex that should be going on between them.

Chapter Eleven: Who Came First?

"You have one new message," chimed his computer when he logged onto his email account. Brian looked a little surprised since the last time he checked his email was a little less than half an hour ago.

He noticed that it was from Justin and that the file was rather large. Clicking it open without a single thought, Brian wasn't fully prepared for what quickly loaded onto his screen. His mouth hung open at the display in front of him and he leaned forward, frowning and utterly speechless. It was from a time when Justin had put to use the digital camera that he had saved his money up for but Brian bought it anyway as an early Christmas gift for him in July. Brian remembered when Justin had brought it out and set it beside them on the night table. He couldn't recall exactly when the picture was taken or if it was even taken to his knowledge of. His lover would have been smart enough to switch the flash to off and he could have easily reached it and taken a picture of Justin sucking Brian off much like the picture showed.

However, the picture didn't show that Justin was reaching over for the button to press to capture the moment. It was one of those settings where it took the picture itself and Brian didn't mind at all. It was a picture that would go as his background since no one had access to his computer, not even Cynthia or Theodore.

Brian bit down on his bottom lip as he noticed how perfectly he fit into Justin's talented mouth. The picture was a side view of Brian lying flat on his back and Justin on all fours with his mouth taking as much of Brian into him as he could. Brian's head was arched back as a moan was released from his mouth. He was undoubtedly experiencing an orgasm as the moan ripped through him and he could tell that Justin was milking him with his tongue.

The picture left Brian hard and close to quenching the desire in his loins with his hand. It would be easy enough to do. The bathroom was only several feet away and no one would know. Cynthia was on her lunch break and it was only Brian in the office.

He shook his head. Not an option.

The knock on his glass door startled him and he whipped his head in its direction, frowning and wondering whom it could possibly be. He motioned for Lindsey to step in as he closed the email. He decided not to delete. He might want to look at it later, eh said to himself while he smiled at the blond woman across from him with a large brown paper bag in her arms.

"Lunch?' she questioned.

"Why is it that people assume I don't eat lunch?"

"Because you don't unless someone brings it to you," she smiled simply, setting down the bag on the table. She knew better than to put it on his desk.

She looked at him as he shuffled a few papers around on his desk before getting up and walking towards the couch where she was pulling containers out of the bag.

"You okay? You look a little flushed."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm fine."

"You sure?" she asked again, sitting down next to him and handing him a fork and knife.

"Justin sent me a picture of him giving me head. Satisfied?" he responded coolly, grinning at her while he bent forward to look through one of the Styrofoam containers. "Mmm, Greek food. Good choice."

"It was either that or greasy Chinese."

"I'll stick to Souvlaki."

He began to eat his Greek salad quickly, not realizing how hungry he actually was. He really should have ate the breakfast that Debbie offered him back at the diner. In fact, he always felt himself get really hungry at lunch. Next time, he would take Justin up on breakfast and he might actually enjoy it.

"It's always nice to receive a picture like that."

"I thought so too," he replied after swallowing his lamb. "Very sentimental."

"Very."

"So how are you and your dyke girlfriend getting along? Well, I hope?"

"Would you stop calling her that?"

"Your girlfriend?"

"No, dyke."

Brian raised an eyebrow at her, downing some of the water out of one of the water bottles on the glass table. "Excuse me? Did I miss something?"

"Well, it's not official."

"But…?"

"Her and I got a little intimate the other night."

"Spare me the details, please."

"Though it wasn't very intimate. More like feral."

"Thanks. Now I've lost my appetite," he muttered, chewing slowly on the roasted potato currently in his mouth.

"Oh come on. Like you and Justin never have hot sex on your dining room table."

"Actually, we don't. We both prefer the chaise."

"I'm glad I never sit on it."

"I never let you sit on it."

"True," she replied after she swallowed a mouthful of rice. "So what are you doing tonight?"

"Why?"

"Would you and Justin like to come over for dinner?"

"Not if it's on your dining room table."

"That's where we always have dinner when company's over."

"Forget it. I'm not eating on it not after she ate you on it."

Lindsey laughed at what he said and how he winced and slapped himself in the head for saying it.

"Forget I even said that."

"The table's been washed and I'll have you know that she didn't eat me –"

"You're done unless you want the contents of my stomach all over your food."

"Now my appetite is gone."

"I know the feeling."

"So are you coming?"

"Fine."

"Bring Justin."

"He'd follow me there anyway even if I didn't bring him."

"Oh, admit it. You love that boy."

"I assure you that he's not a boy."

"He's a girl?"

"He's a man," stressed Brian, finishing off his potatoes and moving back to the salad.

"Uh huh. You still love him."

"What's your point?"

"So you do!"

"You know that I do. Fuck, everyone knows that I do," he sighed.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"What time should we be there?"

"Seven thirty?"

"I'll tell Justin."

"And tell him that you love him too."

Brian came home earlier than expected as he practically raced home to see his lover. Ever since he opened the email he decided that it was about time that he finished things. He would have Justin surrendering and giving in within minutes.

He stepped into the loft and slid the door shut behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie before completely taking it off once he reached the bedroom. There was no way the he could ignore the guttural sounds that were coming from his shower where Justin was taking his sweet ass time in bathing himself. However, Brian was intrigued by the action he was missing out on.

Walking up the steps to the bedroom he had slept alone in the night before and the night before that, Brian couldn't suppress the smirk from forming on hid lips. The door was ajar and steam was slowly billowing out from it. With a gentle nudge Brian pushed the open the door and went hard at the sight of seeing Justin bracing himself with his hand on the tile and the other one fisting his cock. His blond head was arched back, his lips giving birth to a moan while his hips were thrusting into his clenched hand.

Brian licked his lips hungrily and watched the impressive display with inquisitive eyes. He refused to touch himself and give the young man and gratification though he didn't know it yet. The pressure in his groin was almost becoming too much when Justin's pace quickened and faltered twice. Brian knew that he had no idea that Brian was there in the doorway watching him intently.

It no longer mattered to Brian who won their stupid bet as long as it ended with Brian having an orgasm. It had been too long since he'd had his blond lover writhing underneath him in his bed, panting his name and begging for more. Brian needed him it was as simple as that.

"Oh, Brian," Justin moaned, eyes till closed when he bent his head, reveling in how the spray of the water hit the back of his neck.

The crushing of the water drowned out the sound of Brian's ragged breathing but not the distinct sound of his name like a benediction on Justin's lips.

"Come for me, Justin," Brian whispered, eager to see the other man's release.

It was almost as if Justin had heard Brian's quiet request and he obeyed without protest. Brian observed with satisfied eyes how Justin's head whipped back, producing a moan that was long and patent, and how Justin's hips moved forward twice before he came with a cry of Brian's name. Justin's body shuddered and now he used both hands to brace himself on the tile, trying to catch his breath.

He looked down at the mess he had made and after another minute Justin began to clean it up. But it took a few more minutes for Justin to notice that he had put on a show. Looking twice over his shoulder, the second time just to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, Justin saw a very amused yet feral Brian standing in the doorway, clapping his hands slowly and exaggeratedly. Justin couldn't hear it but he knew what it sounded like.

As he opened the door, Justin gave Brian a seductive grin. He looked the older man down and then back up, almost assaulting him with his gaze.

"You want me to take care of that?" purred Justin, eyeing his lover's hard-on that was encased in constricting dress pants.

"No," was the flat reply.

However, Brian didn't think he was doing a great job of convincing the blond otherwise. It was hard to persuade someone that he didn't want to hop right in the shower and look down at Justin sating him, when Brian could barely convince himself that he didn't want it.

"Yes, you do. You know that you do."

"So?"

"It follows the rules," persuaded Justin, licking his lips gradually and teasingly. "I know you want me to suck you off."

"Who wouldn't?" Brian stated honestly, watching as Justin's hand started to trail up and down his own stomach repeatedly in an unhurried fashion.

"You haven't had an orgasm in four days."

"You're counting. I'm not."

"That's a long time for you. For anyone."

"I'm fine, Sunshine."

The younger man pouted a little, starting to realize that if Brian really didn't want Justin to please him, it wasn't going to happen. He sighed softly and waited for Brian to say something.

"Get dressed. We've been invited to dinner at our favorite dykes'."

"Brian," Justin began as the other man started to leave.

"Yeah?"

"You can't go there like that."

"I don't intend to.

A confused look was sent in Brian's general direction.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Sunshine," Brian smiled sweetly.

"Get in here," he commanded.

"Manners, honey. Where are your manners?"

Justin stepped out of the shower after turning off the water that had started to run cold. Water was everywhere on the floor from Justin's wet form as he padded his way to Brian still in the doorway. With eyes that were practically oozing sexuality, Justin pushed Brian back into the frame of the door before dropping to his knees.

Brian's hand fisted in Justin's hair as he looked down at the blond, who was dragging down the zipper of Brian's pants slowly over his swollen cock. He groaned loudly when Justin's lips wrapped only around the head of Brian, adding light suction and his tongue to flick at the tip.

There was absolute truth behind Brian's words every time he said that Justin was the best at giving head. The kid had, after all, a lot of practice – mainly on Brian.

Justin was undoubtedly teasing him. He was stroking Brian with only his tongue while he gripped Brian's hips.

"Justin," he groaned, resting his head back against the frame of the door.

He could feel Justin smiling around him just before he took Brian even deeper into his mouth, moaning as he did so. The vibrations that Justin made coursed through Brian's body and sent shivers down and then back up his spine.

Nothing could compare to having Brian Kinney moaning your name above you as you have him in your mouth.

At first, Brian had fought the impulse to thrust against Justin's purposely tight mouth but after Justin massaged his balls with a leisure pace, not to mention how his mouth was sliding against his heated flesh, Brian couldn't resist driving himself into Justin's hot mouth, urging him to quicken his ministrations.

"Justin, please," Brian implored, tightening his hold on the blond's hair and pushing himself further into his mouth by arching his back off of the doorframe.

He compliantly obeyed with Brian's hidden request and sucked harder while finally stroking the base of Brian's erection with a firm grasp. Justin stroked him from the base to where his own mouth was wrapped around Brian, and then pumped up and down the way that he knew Brian liked it.

Brian moaned and panted out, beginning to beg Justin for his release. Justin sat back on his feet, sliding his mouth off of Brian, slowly as tease, and he suppressed a smirk when Brian hissed down at him at the lack of contact. Justin just sent him a sultry stare, licking his lips.

"Don't come," Justin purred before tasting the tip of Brian's heavy and throbbing cock.

"What?" he gaped.

"Not until I say so."

The tip of Justin's tongue ran down from the head of Brian's penis to swirl around the base. His fingertips were digging into Brian's hips where they would certainly leave bruises in the shape of Justin's fingers. Brian let out a surprised gasp when Justin gently started to suck on his testicles, keeping his teeth behind his lips.

It was the first time that Brian could recall whimpering in his entire life. Shivers were running from his fingers to his toes and it seemed that there was a breeze in the loft that caressed his skin and sent his hair on ends. There were goose bumps across his arms and his nipples were straining against his silk shirt. He groaned when they rubbed against the fabric and he whimpered again when Justin's mouth was sucking his dick again. He hadn't noticed that his lover's hands had roamed from his hips to the small of his back. It was then that Brian learned that Justin had nails as they scratched down the small of Brian's back, causing Brian to buck forward into Justin's mouth.

One hand remained on the lower part of Brian's back, pressing against the skin there, while the other slipped underneath the front of Brian's shirt to graze the skin with fingertips. What Justin would never tell anyone in fear of his health was that Brian was terribly ticklish. Brian tried to control his body when it started to shake as Justin trickled his fingers down the side of Brian's ribcage. Brian was trying to not let the sensation nerve him but between the feeling of Justin's hot mouth sucking him, his tongue laving the underside of Brian's cock, and the feeling of Justin rolling Brian's nipple in between two fingers was driving Brian nuts. Before he knew what he was saying, he begged Justin over and over again to let him come.

Justin in reveled in the fact that he had Brian Kinney trembling beneath his mouth and beneath his hands. The man was positively shaking and begging for his climax. Justin was beginning to like being in control, being the one to say 'no' to the ever oppressive Brian.

"Do it," Justin ordered.

He took Brian as far into his mouth as he could and then scratched his nails down Brian's sides, making the brunet writhe underneath his touch. Justin's hands slipped around behind Brian's back and they grabbed the other man's ass, pulling Brian closer to Justin and farther into Justin's mouth.

With a loud cry, Brian came hot and hard in Justin's mouth and he panted heavily as Justin milked him for all he was worth, continuing to suck Brian until Brian was finished coming. Licking his lips, Justin sat back on his heels, his hands in his lap, and watched as Brian remained trembling slightly and panting slowly while he looked down at Justin.

Justin smiled sweetly at his lover and then turned to go into the bedroom, wincing slightly when he realized that throughout the entire ordeal, he had been hard.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Brian, grabbing Justin by his rather excited and aroused dick.

"Brian, we're going to be late for dinner," Justin said simply, his voice hitching at the end when Brian began to expertly stroke him.

"Then I'll make this quick."

Justin's head rested forward on Brian's shoulder as Brian switched from leisure and enticing strokes to fast and callous ones. From base to tip, Brian moved his hand in a firm fist, hardly listening to his lover's pleas.

"Brian, get the lube. Please, Brian," pleaded Justin, trying to stop Brian's hand that was pumping up and down.

"No, Justin."

"Brian," he whined.

"Straight out of high school," Brian smiled, referring to the rushed and careless style that he was pleasuring his lover with.

"I'm not in high school any more."

"Then stop whining and enjoy it."

"It's a little hard when I feel like I'm getting rub burn on my dick."

"You're not fucking a twat so I don't see how that's possible," Brian responded smartly.

"Fuck!" Justin swore as Brian stopped and squeezed the base of Justin's hard-on. He did this repeatedly up and down until Justin felt like he was going to explode.

Justin didn't realize the full extent to how much he had missed Brian touching him until Brian finally did touch him. He stopped whining and just relished in Brian's hand wrapped tightly around him. Justin didn't care any more and hadn't ever since Daphne's who won the deal. All he cared about was Brian pleasuring him and that's all he could manage think about right then.

Since his head was resting on the arch where Brian's shoulder met his neck, Justin had perfect access to Brian's throat. He kissed the soft skin beneath his lips while he wrapped his arms around Brian's waist, beginning to thrust into Brian's hand. Justin licked over Brian's Adams apple and sucked on the flesh, leaving behind a mark. Brian growled when he felt Justin's teeth nibbling the same spot that he had sucked. Fuck, Brian thought. That was definitely going to be hickey.

Justin felt a pull in the pit of his stomach and an ache in his groin that would ultimately lead to the finish of Brian's hand stroking him. Brian grasped the back of Justin's neck with his free hand, feeling the little wet hairs beneath his fingertips, and pulled Justin into a deep kiss. Their mouths were molded perfectly together and after a long moment of just merely kissing, Brian secretly asked with his tongue sliding across Justin's bottom lip for permission of entering. When Justin's tongue slid against Brian's, he groaned and felt his knees start to give in. Brian caught him with the hand that had been on his neck, pulling him flusher against his own body, still caressing Justin with his other hand.

Brian's strokes were hard and haste. It was the pace that Justin got off the fastest and he was satisfied a few seconds later when Justin cried out against his mouth and came in Brian's hand and over Brian's stomach. Justin leaned his head against Brian's forehead and just stood there for a brief minute in Brian's arms.

"We need a shower," murmured Brian against Justin's ear.

Brian pulled Justin, who still a little shaky on his feet, by the hand towards the shower where Justin had been merely fifteen minutes prior to their sexual activities. The water felt so good against his skin and Justin sighed as Brian pulled him close for another kiss.

"Can we not ever do that again?" said Justin when he broke the kiss to grab the soap.

Brian raised his eyebrow. "Hand jobs?"

"Make deals."

"That's fine by me," he muttered, kissing the side of Justin's neck. "But I do believe that you came first."