Close your eyes so you don't feel them
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try
Eternity – Robbie Williams
J.T
Shit.
Fuck, Daphne! For one, she scared the shit out of me. Secondly, fuck her for that stupid look of stupid satisfaction on her face. She's clearly amused that I am so embarrassed. Cheeks flushing, I rush out of bed, pull on the first pair of jeans I see and drag Daphne out of the room and shut the door behind us. I hadn't really gotten a long glimpse at him, but Brian had seemed almost as amused as Daphne. I take her down the hall a few feet away from my bedroom door.
"What the fuck was that? Haven't you heard of knoc-?"
"Is that him? He's fucking hot – I should have gone to camp."
"What the fucking are you doing here, anyway?"
"Did you guys do the dirty last night? Without me here?"
I roll my eyes, cheeks probably tomato red right now. "Daphne!" She smiles innocently and shrugs. "I was just curious." I groan and cross my arms over my chest, eyebrow raised and waiting for her to tell me what the hell she's doing at my house. "Your mom called me and told me to make sure you were ok. By the looks of it - - you're more than ok." I smile slightly and nod. "But I was gonna come over anyway. You should have told me he was gonna be here."
"He just…showed up and if I would have told you, you would have been here last night instead of this morning."
"…You make a valid point."
Suddenly my bedroom door opens and there's Brian - - In all his naked glory. He never has been the modest type. I inwardly groan and look over at Daphne who definitely doesn't mind the view. I look back over at Brian who has his infamous smirk decorating his face.
"You're wearing my jeans."
I look down at the jeans I had pulled on that morning and realize that they are, indeed, Brian's jeans. I don't know how I didn't notice how much they were hanging over my feet. He steps out into the hall and I really think Daphne has seen way too much of my…my…Brian. "I'm gonna take a shower - - I think you should come with me 'cause…I might drop the soap." He's doing everything he can to make me as embarrassed as can be in front of my best friend. He disappears around the corner and a few minutes later we both hear the water running in the shower.
Daphne, frowning slightly, looks at me.
"What happened to him? Rough night last night?"
She's obviously referring to his wounds. I shake my head, rolling my eyes.
"I didn't do that to him. His parents did. That's why he came over last night."
She glares at me.
"You didn't tell me about his parents!"
"I'm telling you now."
We both hear Brian calling me from the bathroom. Daphne suddenly smiles. "I'll go make breakfast and you…go pick up that soap for Brian." She winks at me, laughing, and heads down the hall and downstairs. Shaking my head, I head to the bathroom and than head inside, peeking my head around the shower curtain.
"You can pick up your own damn soap."
Though, I'd probably do it 'cause he looks really fuckin' hot. Steam from the hot water billowing lightly around him and streams and streams of water sliding down his bronze skin. Yeah, I'd love to pick it up for him. His fingers dance across his taut stomach, abdomen and end up winding around his morning boner. I follow every move with my own hand, removing Brian's jeans off of me, rubbing myself in the process to allow a whimper to slide out of my throat for his benefit.
I know he likes it when I vocalize.
"C'mere…"
I obey, stepping into the shower, which isn't very big in size, and stand in front of him; his body is like a shield, keeping the water away from me. He reaches towards me, moving my hand from my cock and placing it on the back of his neck. Then he bends at the knees just slightly and the head of his cock meets mine and his hand moves from shaft to shaft; he jerks us off at the same time in fluid strokes. I don't last very long. I'm not sure if it's because I know Daphne is just downstairs or because Brian looks too hot (or if it's because of what we're doing is so…yeah) for words but, either way, I only last a minute or two and when I come he comes not too long after with my arms around his neck to hold me up.
The next five minutes is spent with sharing languid kisses while we try to get ourselves clean. Five minutes soon turns into thirty minutes and I finally manage to get him out of the shower. We both go back to my room, the smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen upstairs. He thrusts the pair of jeans, his jeans, at me.
"You look hot in my clothes."
"I don't look hot in my clothes?"
He offers me a lopsided smile, arms wrapping around me and pulling me hard against him, his teeth playfully nipping at my earlobe. "You look hotter in my clothes." I push him away, grinning, and shove his jeans back at him and reach for a pair of my own. "You need to wear them. I don't have any clothes that'll fit you."
"I don't need clothes on when I'm around you."
"Incase you forgot – it's not only me and you. My best friend is downstairs waiting for us to get our asses downstairs and eat."
He sighs, attacking my mouth with his again. Only when he pushes me down on my bed do I push him away - even though I really don't want to.
"Bri-aan."
"Sorry – I guess I'm only hungry for you right now."
BK
Justin finally manages to make me get dressed and we both head downstairs. Justin's best friend, Daphne, is sitting at the dining room table eating pancakes and reading the comics. She looks up when we arrive, though.
"It's about time. Breakfast is cold by now."
She smiles at me.
"I'm Daphne."
"Brian."
"I've heard a lot about you."
I look over at Justin who looks slightly embarrassed and then back over at Daphne. "Well, he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to me." Daphne laughs slightly, shaking her head and pushing her empty plate away. "I have a feeling that has a double meaning." Justin rolls his eyes over at me, shoving me lightly on the shoulder before going to get the both of us some of the pancakes that Daphne made. I grin.
"I have a feeling you're right."
Justin hands me a plate and he sits down next to the grinning girl. I sit next to him, my hand connecting with his thigh underneath the table. His hand lands on top of mine – probably to keep me from touching anything while Daphne's here.
"So, did you boys…sleep good last night?"
"We fucked good last night.
Justin groans and tells me to shut up; however, he was smiling when he said it.
DC
Brian is really fucking hot.
Justin is really fucking hot.
Together - - they're more than really fucking hot.
I'm even kind of jealous that they're so hot. I mean – I want in on some of that action. Who wouldn't? After we're done eating – It takes Brian and Justin a while to finish since Justin keeps having to slap Brian's hand away from his crotch area (to which I responded with a, "Hey, don't mind me. Go for it.") Every twenty seconds. "Sorry, I just really like your dick." Justin is so cute when he blushes so, basically, he's cute every minute of the day since Brian does such a good job of making him blush.
When they do finish,
"Wanna go swimming?"
Justin has a pool, his parents aren't home and I'll see two shirtless gorgeous bodies at one time. I'm a very, very smart girl. Plus, they might forget that I'm here and have hot pool sex. Justin immediately nods. He loves swimming – lucky for me. Brian shrugs and nods. He'll probably do anything that Justin will do. Lucky blond. Sadly for me I have to walk over to my house to go get my suit.
Who knows what I'll miss while I'm gone.
JT
As soon as Daphne is out the door Brian pushes me out of the kitchen, through the living room, and outside into my backyard where my pool is. He pulls my shirt up over my head and than goes down for my pants.
"What are you doing?"
"We're going swimming, Sunshine."
"Naked?"
He smirks down at me, hands shoving my jeans off my hips.
"You're still modest around me?"
"No, what about Daphne."
"How long until she gets back?"
I shrug, "I don't know – ten minutes, I-"
His clothes are off and he's suddenly dragging me into the pool and then pushing me gently against the wall of the pool, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"That's enough time for me to fuck you then."
He tears open a condom wrapper and slides it on, pretty much ignoring my weak protests. He doesn't have any lube with him – we don't really need any, we have the water. He holds onto my hips and slides inside of me in a single stroke, which always leaves me breathless, more breathless than usual when he's inside of me. He tries to make this as quick as possible, moving in and out of me fast and rough. I bite hard into my bottom lip to not make any loud noises as I wrap myself tight against him, mouth near his ear so he's the only one who can hear my soft gasps and whimpers.
He pulls all the way out, slams back in, dragging the head of his cock across my prostate and I'm coming – being louder than I want to.
Then he's gasping, his lips on mine, and, at the same time, I hear a click like a picture being taken. I quickly look over in the direction and see Daphne standing there with a camera.
She is such a sick fuck.
"I'm back."
I groan as Brian pulls out of me, not appearing to really care at all. He only smiles and,
"You better give me a copy of that."