Justin sighed as he paced. "This sucks. We have a beautiful brand new bed to break in at home (a word that brought a smile to his face), and we're stuck in an uncomfortable jail cell. I hope we don't have to stay here all night. I would normally love being trapped here with you, but I have a deadline to meet."

Brian looked up at Justin from the bench. He repeated, "A deadline? What sort?"

Justin blushed a little before he answered, "Well, uh, …"

Brian stood up and approached Justin. He mimicked, "Well, uh…" He chuckled and then asked, "That's Sunshine for 'I have to write some smut,' isn't it?"

Justin nodded as he turned a brighter red.

Brian, now behind Justin, grabbed him by the waist and whispered in his ear, "Well, art imitates life, doesn't it? Or is it life that imitates art?"

Justin smiled brightly and replied softly, "Both. At different times."

Brian spun Justin around and shot him a tongue-in-cheek expression. "Well, Sunshine, prison movies are hot!"

Suddenly, Justin felt warm all over. He laughed and asked, "But how do I get them to jail? That's a pretty unlikely plot twist."

Brian countered with "When's the last time you went to jail?"

Justin looked down and replied, "Never."

Brian tilted his head. "And yet, here you are…"

"Touché."

Brian encouraged Justin, "So…you're the writer…what would you have your characters do in such a setting?"

Justin contemplated this question for a moment. "Maybe role play with a role reversal. My audience eats that sort of thing up."

Brian's eyes widened, and he smirked. He drawled, "You want to fuck me, Sunshine?"

Now it was time for Justin's eyes to widen. He also blushed three shades of red, unconsciously licked his lips, and closed his eyes for a moment as an image passed through his mind. Then, he shook his head.

Brian asked incredulously, "You don't?"

Justin explained quickly, desperate not to give Brian the wrong idea, "No. I mean, yes, yes, I do. God, I do. But I don't want my first time to be here, as hot as it may be…"

"Ah."

"I just meant that maybe I would have the one who is not typically the aggressor, James, seduce Aidan. Maybe Aidan could pretend to be a straight man just sent to prison and James could turn him on, and then start to pleasure him slow…a touch here and there…then maybe a blowjob…finally, he could convince Aidan to let down his defenses and fuck him, which he would really want to do."

"But doesn't that send the wrong message?"

"What do you mean?"

"Won't your readers start trying to turn straight people?"

Justin fixed Brian with an intense gaze as he replied softly, "Love is love…desire is desire. We label ourselves and each other too much. Labels are terribly limiting. A study indicated that men who identify as straight or gay were rarely turned on by a non-standard object of affection, but it did happen. If there were one man on this earth to whom a straight man was attracted and that attraction was stronger than any he'd yet experienced, even though he identified as straight, wouldn't it be stupid to avoid that man? To refuse to pursue those feelings? You don't need to be attracted to all men to be in a happy long-term relationship with one man."

"True…Ok…so I'm straight, and you're going to seduce me."

Justin smiled and nodded.

Brian said, "It's a shame we don't have a tape recorder with us…"

Justin chuckled. "Trust me, there is no way in hell I'll forget any part of this scenario."

Brian stood so that he was facing away from Justin. Justin approached him and turned around so that he could see his face, leaning back on the bars.

"You're new, aren't you?"

"Yeah. So?"

Justin moved so that his lips were as close as they could be to Brian's without touching. "You have beautiful eyes."

Justin ran his finger lightly against Brian's cock (through his jeans).

Brian's penis moved visibly, and Brian cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking down.

Justin moved forward a bit and rubbed his own achingly hard cock against Brian's as he kissed Brian's lips gently.

Brian pushed Justin away and snapped, "I won't let you fuck me!"

Justin laughed. He purred, "I'm not asking to fuck you."

He approached again and traced Brian's cock through the fabric of his jeans.

"But I wouldn't mind having your huge cock in my mouth, maybe even my ass."

Justin leaned forward against Brian and whispered in his ear, "Would you like that? My lips around your swollen cock? I'd lick it from tip to base and take it all into my mouth, sucking on it hard as I deepthroated it. I'd suck your cock until you were quaking with pleasure…until your cock erupted in my hot wet mouth. After that, if you want…"

Justin turned so that his back was against Brian's chest, but he leaned back on Brian's shoulder so he could still whisper in his ear. Then he rubbed his ass against Brian's now rock hard erection.

"…if you want, I'd let you shove your cock deep inside me. I'd let you take me any way you want…hard and fast…or gentle and slow…I'd even let you spank me first or get a little rough. I think I might like it if you shoved me roughly against a wall or the bars and pounded my tight little ass."

Brian moaned and then cursed, "Fuck!"

Then Justin went in for the kill. He spun around again, grabbed Brian's ass as he rubbed his cock against Brian's, and then slid to his knees. He breathed, "You're so gorgeous. I think I'd let you do just about anything you wanted to me. I want you so much my chest aches. Well (he chuckled)…and some other parts."

Though his desire was clearly written in his eyes, on his face, and on his body, Brian stared at Justin warily...but he didn't move as Justin unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down.

Justin was a bright red…he was experiencing a lust stronger than he'd ever experienced, even with Brian. It was a little frightening, but he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

He purred, "Tell me you want my mouth on your cock…tell me you want me…"

Brian swallowed hard, grabbed one of the bars tightly, and ran his forehead along it. Then he looked into Justin's eyes and stated, though quietly, "I want your mouth on my cock…I want…I want you…"

A couple seconds later, Justin was devouring him. He grabbed Brian's ass, deepthroated his cock, and then started bobbing his head so fast…desperately.

Brian moaned, threaded his fingers into Justin's silky hair, and whispered, "I want…I want…"

Justin pulled away and looked up.

"What do you want? I really would do anything to please you."

Brian bit his lip to stifle a moan…the blond's voice was so sexy that that alone drove him wild. He growled, "I want to bury my cock in your ass. I need to fuck you now!"

Justin stood up and came close, so close. He breathed, "Take me, I'm yours. Any way you want me."

Brian shoved his jeans all the way down and sat on the bench. As he sheathed his cock, he commanded, "I want you to ride me. I want you to impale your luscious ass on my cock, no lube, and ride me hard. I want you to show me just how much you want me, how much you want my cock inside you."

Justin's breath hitched. He's eyes glazed over with lust, and he licked his lips. He quickly removed his pants, moved so that one leg was on either side of the bench, and pushed down onto Brian's cock. He had to stop halfway, letting out a grunt and closing his eyes tight, but then he slammed down hard, completely burying Brian's cock in his ass.

Brian moaned. Then he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "How does it feel?"

Justin breathed, "My entrance stings and my ass feels a little sore already, but feeling your huge cock fill me…throbbing inside me…is fucking incredible."

Brian let out a moan from deep within.

Justin kissed Brian hard, passionately, ever deeper, devouring him. Without warning, Justin started riding Brian. Hard and fast. Brian grabbed onto one of the bars tightly, using every ounce of self-control he had to delay his orgasm. Meanwhile, Justin moved Brian's cock not only in and out but also around inside of him. When Brian's cock hit his prostate, he licked his lips and started panting. He rode Brian increasingly harder and faster until Brian let out a guttural cry and came. Justin followed a moment later, shooting stream after stream of white.

Brian let his head fall onto Justin's chest and said, somewhat breathlessly, "Sunshine, I think we just wrote a bestseller."

Justin smiled brightly. Once he was in character, all his shyness had vanished, but now, he blushed furiously as he remembered what he'd said and done.