Last chappie, sniff, thank you all for your love and reviews. One last lemon.

Justin pushed Darry towards the bed and searched in his nightstand. He chuckled when he found real lube rather than lotion. He locked the door and shut the blinds like Darry had so many times before.

"Real lube. You must really love me." Justin slid onto the bed, his leg under him for a moment as Darry sat on the other side of the bed. His hot tail underwear were abandoned somewhere between the foot of the bed and the pillows.

"I loved you long before I thought of needing lube." Darry said, chuckling and extending his arms in a hug like shape, waiting for Justin to snuggle close. Justin crawled over to him and let Darry press him close, feeling the warmth encircle him once more. It had been a long two weeks.

Darry kissed Justin's temple and felt him exhale as Darry pressed him closer, pulling and pressing until their heartbeats blended. He felt the fiery heat of Justin's cheek against his chest and felt the boy's every breath. Soon that burning heat would spread through Justin's frame until even his fingertips were laced with heat until their lust was as tangible as they were. God he'd missed this boy.

Justin kissed Darry's collarbone and smiled. He hadn't noticed yet. He would.

Darry moved to kiss Justin's shoulder, his hand traveling up Justin's back and he started, seeing a black smudge on Justin's neck. It wasn't a smudge. It was a new tattoo. An inverted curve just below where his neck met his spine, a single word. Yours.

Justin heard a moan followed by his name and smiled, moving his head to kiss Darry's forehead. He shivered as Darry's tongue licked his Adams apple.

"No matter where you go, what you lose or gain, who you forget or meet, I am yours."

Darry let Justin urge him to his back and blinked up at the boy who was again pensive. The next instant the lube was on Darry and sliding to his stomach, very cold. He grasped and arched upwards, hearing Justin chuckle.

"Sorry. I'm a little nervous. She only explained how to do this."

"We have had sex before you know." Darry said, blinking. "Don't worry yourself. You've heard of performance anxiety?" Justin laughed.

"All right all right." He handed Darry the lube and scuttled next to the older man. "That's still your job."

"It's my pleasure."

Darry coated his fingers in lube and urged Justin into his lap. Justin wrapped his arms around Darry's neck and buried his face in Darry's chest. Darry ran his hand up Justin's thigh and slid it in between his legs, a finger gliding further. Justin gasped and tension wracked his frame. He exhaled and forced himself to accept the intrusion. He wriggled closer to Darry and pressed his lips to Darry's shoulder.

Justin yelped at the second finger and his fists clenched as his arms hung around Darry.

"Easy." Darry murmured and Justin felt the rumbling tone as it resonated in his chest and throat. Justin's senses reeled with fresh pain and he muttered something in between gasps. "What?" Darry asked, glancing at his lover's face. His eyes were clenched as tightly as his fists and his breathing wrought tremors through his frame.

"I'm too small. It's been too long."

"Justin, that's ridiculous. You're scared and you're drawn as taut as a piano wire." Darry pressed his chest closer to Justin and tilted Justin's face to his. "You aren't too anything." Justin kissed Darry and Darry continued stretching the boy. He willed himself to relax and Darry's third finger only drew a start from him. Darry was amazed at the variations of security his lover had been through in roughly five minutes but he didn't mind. He was lucky to have a chance at all with the boy who'd been tainted by abuse and left so bereft as to have no one and nothing. Then he found Darry. He'd fought for Darry.

Justin urged Darry to his back again and Darry folded his hands under his head, waiting. Justin reached over him and fluffed a pillow under his head. He chuckled and threw the other pillow at him. Justin chuckled.

"I figured I didn't need to thank you for dealing with my, insecurities because I am about to fuck you." Justin said as he slid onto Darry's thighs.

Darry moaned as Justin's flesh set his aflame. Justin's blood, he swore, ran fifteen degrees warmer than his. It certainly felt like it when his thin frame was perched on top of his. Justin's hands played across Darry's chest and Darry let his head drop against the pillow as he groaned.

"What?"

"Seeing you there, the right expression on your face would finish it." Justin chuckled.

"You say that but I bear witness to your longevity. I'm going to try it, slowly. Try not to buck or anything."

"What am I, a bull? Do you get eight seconds and then off?" Darry asked, chuckling.

"Hmmm, you're more of a bronco and I hope to get more than eight seconds, but then again, I don't have spurs." Justin looked down at Darry and Darry laughed, shaking his head.

Justin slid to Darry's erection and took a breath. He was really going to impale himself on Darrel's erect "member". He bit down on his lip to prevent the scream he knew would meet this endeavor. Gravity was against him, those ten pounds he'd gained were against him and his entire body, braced for a vicious intrusion rather than his lover, was well set against him. Darry smiled and touched his arm. Darry wasn't against him.

Darry watched Justin lower himself on his erection and the sensations that battered him caused him to throw his head against the pillow and fist the sheets. He made the slightest move with his hips and a whimper scolded him. He willed himself still, breathing and sweating as Justin lowered himself all the way down. When he was in Justin it was like he was being burned, but God, in the very best way possible.

Darry felt like his nails must be digging holes in the sheets and he opened his eyes, still gasping like he'd been drowned half to death. He looked up to Justin and saw his breathing was much the same. He'd broken into a sweat and he hadn't changed his position a millimeter, a few tears passing through his eyes before he shut them. Darry let his hands touch Justin's thighs to reassure him and they slid to his legs, feeling sweat gathered on the underside of his trembling knees.

"Easy. I love you. You, feel, wonderful." Darry gasped and moaned as Justin shifted.

"Do I get my eight seconds now?"

Darry felt Justin shift and noted a startled gasp. He was already hitting that spot in his lover that drove him to a grinding, sweating, moaning release. This position for "weak kneed" lovers wasn't so bad after all. Darry edged his hips up and Justin blinked, a frisson of pleasure coursing through his small frame. He was still very sensitive. Justin smiled a smile underlined by his trembling as pleasure burst through his veins.

"Not even out of the gate yet."

"When did you become a bronc rider?" Darry said, letting his hands rest on Justin's hips as he prepared for what he hoped would be more than eight seconds.

"When I topped you and tamed little Darry." Justin said, leaning forward and resting his palms on the bed.

"Tamed?" Darry arched again, a little wobbly but hell, he was taught to have sex with women and a thin boy was riding him. The thought made Darry laugh and Justin keened in pleasure.

"I'll bring spurs next time." Justin shut his eyes and let the bronco buck until they were both to the mutual point of exhaustion and ecstasy. Justin leaned down, Darry's hand over his erection and Darry plunged upwards into him as hard as his young back and hips would allow, sending them both over the edge, screaming.

Justin let Darry untangle them and snuggled closer. He didn't remember what he'd been screaming but he knew he'd scream his throat raw. Darry coughed and Justin guessed he felt the same way. That had been the roughest, hardest sex they'd ever had and with it came great possibility of guilt. They both felt it crawling towards them like a shadow in a bad dream; a nameless, shapeless and vague sensation that would overwhelm them and strangle the peace they'd found.

Darry's fingers played over the flesh ornamented by the new tattoo as his eyelids drooped. Sweat trickled across their frames and Darry let his hand stray into Justin's hair, feeling the unfettered heat at his scalp.

"You aren't just here to ride broncos." Darry said. He was trying to find his vocabulary again and it was difficult when he was confronted with a bare expanse of porcelain flesh, talented flesh. Very talented.

"Oh?" Justin inclined his face to Darry's, his green eyes as bright as a pure emerald.

"You're here because we belong together." Justin kissed Darry's shoulder, too wearied to move closer.

"I love you."

"I love you too Justin. And I am yours, I'm just too much of a pussy to get a tattoo."

I had to end it thusly. Like? I heart you all. If you love me too, I'm starting a new story and I may be alluding to this couple in it eventually, and I will say that the pairing will involve someone who was shot down this time around.

It won't let me paste the address, check the just in or my profile. I'm sorry, I tried to make it easy... It's called Brooklyn from New York...

Enjoy, hugs and kisses. (Btw, does anyone know how to indent that frigging paragraphs?)