You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
Bedshaped - Keane

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Tonight was the night. The night that Justin had been waiting for since…well, a very long time. The night that everything would change. And it looked like he was going to be late since his mother couldn't help but make him stay and talk to the rest of the family after dinner. His grandparents were there, his aunt and uncle were there, his cousin was there and then his there his mother. His father – No surprise here – was away on 'very important business'. Justin didn't care. His father could go fuck himself.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Justin smiled politely at his grandmother. Justin's eyes flickered over to the clock. Nine-thirty. Dammit. Justin, fake smile still on his face, focused back onto the other people around him. His mom was all smiles despite the fact that she had been more then a little upset that Craig wouldn't be staying for his birthday. The rest of the family was talking, quite loudly, about old memories. Now was not the time to get into a discussion about Justin's potty-training days. Any other night he wouldn't have cared but now, now was sooo not the time. Slouching in his chair, Justin dug his cell out of his pocket and his fingers danced over the buttons texting Daphne and ordering her to immediately call and give him an excuse to get out of the house.

Five seconds later his phone was ringing.

"Hello?"

The entire table silenced. God, talk about a bunch of nosy fuckers. Daphne was on the other end, obviously, laughing her ass off at him, making fun of him because of his predicament. Justin held the phone away from his ear for a second. "It's Daphne. She wants me to come over so she can give me my birthday present." Jennifer looked disappointed and looked like she as going to give him a 'hell no' but, thank fucking god and the hearts of old people, his grandmother made an 'aww' sound and waved a hand at Jennifer. "Let the boy go, Jen. We can keep an eighteen-year-old locked up in the house." A bright smile flew up onto his face and he quickly told Daphne that he would be there in a few minutes, although they both know he wouldn't, and hung up.

"Thanks for everything."

He quickly went around the table, hugging everyone and practically ran out of the house. Jennifer, since he didn't have his own car yet, gave him permission to drive hers. There was no fucking way he was walking all the way over to Brian's loft. The very thought of Brian sent his stomach into uncomfortable motions, caused his heart to beat a little faster then normal. So, he turned the radio on full blast and tried to distract himself by singing at the top of his lungs as he sped down the road. Except the closer and closer he got to Brian's loft the more nervous he got. Then, fucking great, there was a car wreck, which didn't speed things up one little bit. Justin looked down at the radio. Nine fifty. SHIT.

"C'mon fucking morons."

Why did they have to get in a wreck now? Any other time would've been ok but Justin didn't have time for this right now. Any other time he would've been worried about the passengers in the totaled car but, right now, he didn't give a fuck about them. He was being entirely selfish. And he was fucking horny. The minutes ticked by: nine fifty-three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and, FINALLY, the cars ahead of him began to move. Slowly but surly. Not that it mattered now. Justin looked back down at the clock and let out another curse. Ten. It was fucking ten and he was supposed to be getting fucked into Brian's mattress or…wherever Brian had planned on fucking him. Anywhere would've been fine.

Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Justin shoved a hand in his pocket looking for the piece of paper with Brian's address. He was hoping and praying that Brian had left a number on there so he could at least call. He looked down at the paper. The traffic was moving so slow he didn't need to place every bit of attention on the road ahead of him. Lo and behold, there was a number. Thank fucking God. Justin quickly retrieved his cell phone and dialed the number scrawled across the paper in Brian's elegant handwriting. He liked the mans handwriting…as stupid as that sounds. After four rings, Justin was getting anxious; the phone was finally picked out. And not Brian.

Some guy with a whiny voice.

"Hello?"

Justin was silent for a moment, confused as to who the man was. He heard an annoyed 'hello' from the wheezy voice again and Justin snapped back to reality. "Oh – uh – is Brian there?" Silence on the other end for a second. "Who is it?" Why the fuck did this guy care? Justin sighed into the phone. "Someone he'll want to talk to." He heard an irritated sigh on the end and then a, "Alright, hold on a second. Brian!" A few seconds later, Justin heard Brian's voice in the background for a few seconds, Brian was on the phone. "Hello?" Justin smiled slightly.

"It's me."

"Where the fuck are you? It's ten O two."

He sounded very, very irritated at Justin's tardiness. "Sorry. My parents wouldn't let me leave the house and then I got stuck in traffic. I still am actually. There's a wreck…" He quickly stopped. Brian probably hadn't understood a word that he had just said. He had been talking at unhearable speeds. He heard a sigh on the other end and when Brian spoke he didn't sound so irritated anymore. "Good. I thought you weren't coming." Justin smirked.

"I'm not. Not yet anyway."

Brian chuckled on the other line. Justin suddenly heard the annoying voice somewhere in the background asking Brian who the hell he was talking to. Justin let his curiosity take over. "Who the hell is that?" Brian laughed again, quickly telling the guy to shut the fuck up. "No need to get jealous, Sunshine. It's no one special." Justin smiled slightly. Partially because of Brian and partially because the traffic in front of him had began to move faster. "I'm not jealous. I was just curious."

"It's a friend and he's leaving."

It kind of sounded like a threat and he heard the man protest in the background. "Get the fuck out of my house, Mikey. I have company comin'. In more ways then one." Justin grinned and hung up on the man. He devoted his attention to driving now that the traffic was moving at a steady speed once again. Eight minutes later he was getting out of the car, heart hammering in his chest and roughly against his rib cage, and stepping into the large elevator and on his way up to Brian's floor. The higher and higher he got the more harshly his heart hammered inside his body. God, it was even starting to hurt. That was just fucking pathetic. When he got to Brian's door he knocked before he could convince himself not to.

That would've been a waste of the long drive here.

When the door opened the man that Brian had told to leave was still there. "Oh fucking God. Don't tell me that you're actually fucking him! The student?" Justin blinked. Did he really look like that much of a student? Ok, yeah, sure he looked younger then most of the guys in his class but…ok. Yeah. His looks blatantly stated that he was a student. But he was eighteen and no longer a minor, which meant that this was no longer all the way illegal. Sure, it was probably illegal to be doin' things with your teachers but who the fuck cared. Justin sure didn't and neither did his teacher. Mikey seemed to though. There was disgust and shock written all over his face.

Brian smirked, grabbed Justin's tie, Justin had been dressed up slightly for his family's arrival since his mom had wanted him to look like a "nice young man" and shut the door behind him. "Mikey, don't talk that way about my guest. It's his birthday." Michael rolled his eyes, running a hand furiously through his hair. "You're a fucking moron, Brian." Brian shrugged and shot the guy a look that obviously told him to shut up and get out of his loft. The man made no move to leave. "Do you know how much trouble you'll both get in to if someone finds out about this?" Justin sighed and shifted next to Brian who still had a firm grip on his tie. Brian yawned and rolled his eyes.

"No one will find out will they, Michael. Now go away."

Huffing, Michael stamped out of the house. He made sure to slam the door behind him. Brian grinned down at the blond. "Sorry about him. He's so immature." Justin smiled. He couldn't talk. Maybe it had to do with the way none of body parts wanted to cooperate with him. Except his dick, which happened to be standing at full attention. The brunet smirked, curing the tie around his fingers and letting it slid out again. Justin was suddenly shoved against a nearby wall, hip bumping with a stand. It tipped slightly, a few CDs fell off it's surface. Brian didn't seem to care and Justin didn't.

"Did ya get any nice birthday presents?"

Justin demanded that his mouth work and, thankful, it did. Kind of. "Y-yeah. Sure." He wasn't able to get anything else out and Brian seemed to understand. The brunet smirked and pressed his body tightly against Justin's, hand still gripping the tie. He seemed to have an infatuation with it. Justin could only imagine what was going on inside his teacher's mind right now. "How'd you get out of the house?" Justin opened his mouth to speak except nothing came out. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Brian's hand had suddenly grabbed hold of his cock. Instead of words a gasp slid out of his throat. Brian found it rather amusing. "What was that, Sunshine? I don't think I heard right."

"D-Daphne got me out."

"So your mommy and daddy think you're over there?"

Justin nodded vigorously causing the brunet to chuckle again.

"All night?"

Justin's heart began to beat a little faster. All night? Fuck. His dick had somehow managed to get a little harder at those words. Justin slowly shook his head. No, of course they didn't think he would be out all night. Brian still smiled though, not seeming fazed at this. "But, of course, when one turns eighteen his parents expect nothing more then their little boy to stay out all night to celebrate his newfound ability to do whatever the fuck he wants." Again, Justin nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Brian looked down at him, clearly amused at his silence. Then, finally or Justin would've literally died, Brian's head lowered and his lips pressed forcefully against the blonde's. "Mmm…"

And once they started there was no stopping or turning back. Justin didn't think Brian would've let Justin walk away if he had wanted to put a stop to all of this. Good thing there was no way Justin wanted Brian to stop. The hand on Justin's cock squeezed then, Justin let out a whimper of protest, released the throbbing member and dragged Justin, lips still attached, towards the bedroom. Brian walked backwards until the back of his legs connected with the stairs up onto the large platform where he slowly made his way up, fingers clinging to Justin's shirt to make sure the boy's lips never disconnected with his. Justin hadn't even been able to come up for air yet. Suddenly, the blonde was twirled around and shoved backwards until his calves met Brian's bed.

Brian shoved him down. Sadly, for Justin, Brian stayed standing.

"I've waited so fucking long for this."

Justin nodded, gasping for breath. "T-two weeks."

"That's a long fucking time."

"Your fault."

Brian smirked and Justin's eyes trained on the man's hands as they began to slowly and skillfully unbutton each button. Justin thought he might die if Brian's shirt didn't come off sometime tonight. Justin all but drooled all over Brian's duvet when Brian shrugged off his shirt. He was the definition of perfection. All lean, muscled and a golden god. He was the most beautiful man Justin had ever laid eyes one. Fuck. He all but came at the sight. Brian chuckled at Justin's rapt attention as the man's fingers trailed down his chest and undid the buttons on his jeans and then his fly. Justin swallowed and forced his eyes to trail back up Brian's chest and meet the man's dark, lustful eyes. Brian smiled slightly.

"But the wait will be worth it, Mr. Taylor."

Justin just nodded, feeling like an idiot for not talking.

Brian chuckled again.

"I'll get you saying something before this night is over. No, I'll have you screaming and moaning before this night is over." A shiver shot up Justin's spine. There was no doubt that he wouldn't be moaning incoherent things sometime soon and writhing underneath Brian's gorgeous body. Justin smiled slightly but still said nothing. The brunet laughed again and before Justin knew it Brian's pants were being kicked away. He was completely and beautifully naked. Justin was surprised that he didn't have a coronary just at the sight. Justin's cock was probably screaming for release by now. Swallowing, Justin forced his eyes, once again, to crawl back upwards to the brunet's face.

Suddenly Brian's hands came down to grip Justin's shirt once again and haul him upwards so that he was standing up on the bed; his full body weight leaning against Brian and arms draped over the man's shoulders. Justin's lips were pulled into a fierce kiss, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, tongue sliding into the boy's mouth and exploring every crevice there was to explore in the blonde's hot mouth. Justin shamelessly let out a loud moan and tangled his fingers in Brian's hair with one hand and his other gripping into Brian's smooth bare shoulder. His body still sagged against Brian's but the man didn't seem to mind. Brian's own hands had began to untie his tie and fling it somewhere on the ground.

Once that was gone, he was out of his shirt before he knew it was off at all and then Brian's hands quickly got rid of Justin's pants and underwear and did away with them. Now that all his clothes were strewn on the floor, Brian's arms encircled Justin's small waist and pulled the blond flush against his own body. Justin nearly came as their bare cocks rubbed together. Justin peeled his lips away from Brian's to get a breather and he spoke the first words in about ten minutes. "Fuck me." Brian had no problem with complying and the two toppled clumsily onto the bed, Brian leaning his upper body on his elbows as his lips greedily captures Justin's into another rough kiss.

"That won't be a problem."

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Brian had been scared that Justin wasn't going to show up. Ok, not scared. Brian Kinney did not get scared. Especially about blonde's coming over to his house for him to fuck. He had just been…anxious. Ok, whatever. He had been worried that Justin was going to stand him up. Logic hadn't registered into his mind yet. Logic being that Justin Taylor would not stand him up because the student was abso-fucking-lutely smitten by Brian. The blond wanted Brian. The blond wouldn't miss this for the world. So, when he got that phone call he was fucking ecstatic.

"Fuck me."

Oh, he would. Brian was going to fuck Justin's tight ass into total oblivion over and over again until the blond's ass couldn't take it anymore. Until he was so sore he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. Until his dick was sore from fucking his tight ass so much. It took a lot to make Brian's dick sore so this boy was in it for the long haul. Brian had to keep reminding himself that Justin wasn't a boy any longer although he still looked like one. He didn't look old enough to be out of the house. He didn't look old enough to be able to know what a blow job was for fuck's sake. "That won't be a problem." And it won't be. Brian had been waiting for this night since he first laid eyes on the gorgeous senior.

Fucking asshole for being so fucking beautiful.

Brian couldn't seem to get enough of his lips either. His lips were so fucking good. His mouth tasted so fucking good. He could only imagine what his glorious body would taste like and he would know if he could just get his fucking mouth to abandon Justin's perfect mouth. Brian finally tore his mouth away from Justin's – This earned him a moan/whimper of protest – and trailed his lips down the boy-man's beautifully pale throat, leaving him hot kisses and trails of saliva. Down his collar bone, teeth leaving a few marks there and down towards his nipples. Justin arched under him, hips bucking for attention. Smiling, Brian's hands gently gripped onto Justin's hips to hold them down on the bed.

His mouth, tongue and lips continued their assault on his hard nipples, sucking and biting until Sunshine was mumbling incoherent things under his breath a mile a minute. Once he thought he had tortured him enough, Brian's mouth tongue slid all the way back up Justin's trembling and slightly perspiring chest until he reached the man's tasteful lips once again. "Want me to fuck you?" Justin didn't say anything for a few seconds and then: "Y-yes." He said it with an obvious tone since he had already commanded Brian to fuck him. Brian smirked and sucked Justin's bottom lip into his mouth for a second before replying.

"Want me to ram into your tight ass?"

Justin let out a moan that went straight to Brian's already hard dick.

"Yeah…please…"

"I'm gonna fuck you until you can't speak, think or even breathe…"

Another whimper/moan that made Brian want to groan. Of course he didn't. That would be totally out of character and not allowed. Brian Kinney moaning because of a blond boy with a nice ass under him. Yeah fucking right. "Yeahyeahyeah…do it." Brian had told him he would get him to speak before the night was over and the night had hardly even started and, here he was, speaking. Moaning, speaking. Same thing. Brian grinned down at the blonde, hand wandering down his flat, heaving stomach until he reached the blond's erect cock. His fingers curled around his dick and began pumping. Justin's hips leapt forward immediately and Brian placed his free hand on Justin's abdomen to keep him still.

"Brian,"

He sounded like he was going to cry if Brian's dick wasn't up his ass and soon.

"Fuck me please…"

"Since you're so polite."

In a span of five seconds Brian had lube coating his fingers and Justin lying up near the headboard, hair splayed out across his pillows and panting in anticipating as Brian's fingers hovered centimeters away from Justin's puckered hole. "Ready?" Justin let out a long sigh; skin jumping underneath Brian's had as he rested a hand back on Justin's flat abdomen. "Just f-fucking do it." Tongue-in-cheek smirk on his face, Brian eased a lube coated finger slowly until Justin's hole. He shuddered underneath Brian's hand, face contorting into a look of discomfort, and his breath coming out in small gasps. Brian stopped and then eased forward again until he was in to his knuckle. "Another one…"

Another finger and the blond was moaning and his body was shaking underneath his hand, body glistening with sweat. God, he looked fucking hot. As soon as the blond relaxed, finally catching up with his breath, Brian eased another finger inside. The gasping breaths took over again for a few seconds, pupils more dilated then Brian had ever seen them, and whole body tensing. Tight. His muscles squeezing around Brian's fingers. Brian nearly came right there and that was fucking pathetic. Not giving Justin anymore time to relax, Brian scissored his fingers, which sent the blond into spasms. Entire body shaking beneath him, head tilted back into the pillows, and lips parted for a beautiful moan to slide out from between them.

He looked so fucking wanton.

Brian couldn't wait a second longer.

Grunting, Brian quickly pulled his fingers out of Justin's ass, slapped on a condom before he could blink, and positioned the head of his cock at Justin's entrance. He placed Justin's legs on his shoulders and placed his own hands next to Justin's head. Justin stared up at him, eyes wide and waiting. Brian quickly grabbed Justin's lips in his before he could do something lesbian like and get lost in them or some shit like that and slowly eased forward, getting the head of his cock inside. He tore his lips away from Justin's and held still. "Let me in, Sunshine. Relax." The blond swallowed and then nodded. Brian eased forward again, slowly but surly. Justin's breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds before snapping open. "It hurts – does it always hurt?"

Brian nodded, taking a chance to ease forward again, Justin's cock rubbing against his stomach as he did so. "Yeah, a little, but that's part of it. Relax." The blond nodded underneath him, swallowing again. His hands came up to grasp Brian's neck and forcing the brunet's lips against his. Brian complied and pushed forward again, digging himself to the hilt in Justin's ass. God, he was so fucking tight. Tighter then he had imagined. Tighter then he and his cock had bargained for. It was fucking perfect. "Oh, fuck, you're so t-tight." Justin moaned in response, fingers clutching tight in Brian's hair and holding Brian's lips against his with a bruising force. Brian could no longer settle for this slow, 'I'll take care of you' fucking. He needed to move. Ram. Fuck.

He swiveled his hips aiming for Justin's prostate. He wanted to make Justin's "virtue losing" experience the best experience that the blond had ever had. The best fuck that he had ever had. One that he would always remember. No matter who the fuck he was with. Not matter what he was doing. Justin wasn't going to forget this one. And when Justin came between their stomachs, "BrianBrianBrian!" screamed out of his mouth, and his body shaking and gasping underneath his Brian knew he had done just that. Brian glued their lips together the second he came to keep from yelling out something he wasn't supposed to. Like the blond's name that had been on the tip of his tongue when his balls had emptied.

Groaning, Brian slowly slid out of the blond's ass. The condom was thrown to the floor without a care.

"Happy birthday, Sunshine. How'd you like your present?"

Justin answered with a fierce kiss, another hard cock and tons more fucking.