Justin's Naughty, Very, Very Naughty

Brian was surprised when Justin broke their kiss, taking Brian by the hand and leading him into the bathroom. Justin quickly shed his clothes and then started to remove Brian's. Slowly.

Justin didn't speak or even look into Brian's eyes. He was completely absorbed in stripping Brian naked. Brian found this strange, but he was eager to see where Justin was going, where his strange behavior would lead.

Justin tugged at Brian's tie until it was loose and then slipped it over Brian's head, casually tossing it aside. Then he pushed Brian's suit jacket off his shoulders and pulled it gently down and off Brian's arms. He actually hung that up on a hanger on the back of the bathroom door. Then he started unbuttoning Brian's shirt, staring at Brian's skin as he exposed it inch by inch. Mesmerized.

Justin spread his hands along the bronze expanse of Brian's chest as he pushed Brian's shirt open and licked his lips. Then he slid his hands up to Brian's neck and down along his arms as he pushed Brian's shirt off. It fell to the floor, but Justin didn't move to pick it up. He was unbuckling Brian's belt. His breathing was ragged now. He pulled Brian's belt off fast, making a soft zipping sound, and then let it fall carelessly. His hands shook as he unbuttoned and unzipped Brian's pants. When he slid his hands over Brian's small firm ass, pushing Brian's pants down, his entire body began to tremble.

Suddenly, he swung around and turned the shower on, pausing a moment to adjust the temperature. Then he turned back and took Brian by the hand, still avoiding Brian's eyes as he led him into the shower. Once they were under the water, Justin soaped up his hands. He moaned softly as he ran them over Brian's cock and balls. He bit his lip as he squeezed Brian's cock with one hand, hard, and slid it up and down Brian's shaft, slow at first, but then more quickly. Meanwhile, he ran the fingers of his other hand lightly over Brian's balls. Brian closed his eyes and leaned back against the shower wall.

Justin then thrust his hands into the water and stepped back until the water was pouring down Brian's chest and groin. Brian's eyes flew open when he felt Justin's hot wet mouth envelop his cock. Justin had slid to his knees and had placed his hands against the shower wall to brace himself as he slowly took Brian's cock into his mouth.

Brian was unable to stifle a shout as Justin suddenly deepthroated him and swallowed around the head of his cock. He threaded his fingers into Justin's silky blond hair, now damp from the spray, and watched the young man slide his cock in and out of his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down fast, as though possessed, as though desperate to feel Brian's orgasm shudder through him and swallow his cum. The thought brought Brian closer to the edge, and he started panting. He grunted when Justin grabbed his ass and started devouring his cock even more feverishly. Justin was moaning now, which sent trills of delicious heat vibrating through Brian's body. His eyelids were so heavy, but he wouldn't allow them to close. He was fascinated by the sight of Justin wolfing down his cock, by the pleasure doing so was clearly giving him (his cock was leaking profuse quantities of precum and nearly purple, and his face was the picture of bliss).

When Justin slid a finger inside Brian it was all over. He threw back his head and shouted, "Fuck! Oh fuck!" as his orgasm burned through every cell in his body and then poured out of him into Justin's eager mouth. Justin greedily gulped it down, swallowing even as he continued to suck Brian's cock.

Brian was pleasantly surprised when Justin pulled Brian to his knees and pushed him so that he was on all fours. Justin rarely took the lead when they fucked, but when he did, he was so overcome by passion and fear that Brian found Justin even more irresistible. But he was shocked beyond belief when Justin began pushing his bare cock inside him. Justin's entire body shook with the force of the passion he felt and…something else. It was as though he were desperate to tell Brian something, to speak through his body.

Brian was even more shocked at his response to Justin's surprising act. He did not resist. At all. In fact, he relished in the contact of skin on skin, relished in the many new sensations he was experiencing, relished in the feel of Justin's hard cock throbbing inside him. Brian was so unaccustomed to being fucked that he was incredibly tight. His ass clung to Justin's cock even as it opened to admit it. It was as though Justin's body were an extension of his own. He could feel every twitch, every tremor of Justin's cock as well as its contours. It was the single most incredible experience Brian had ever had. The fact that barebacking was usually a no-no in Brian's book, a big no-no, just made the experience more thrilling for him. Even stranger, he found himself wanting to let Justin have all of him, to risk everything for him, for this young man he'd known less than a month. He wanted to give and risk and fall. And keep falling.

Justin pushed his cock inside Brian slowly, so slowly that Brian could feel the tension in his body. He was using every ounce of willpower to resist the temptation to thrust his cock all the way inside Brian. As he entered him, he slid his hands up Brian's legs slowly, sliding them toward his hips. When they were finally, finally, fully joined, Justin gripped Brian's hips tight and moaned loudly. A deep, deep, deep body moan. Then he leaned over Brian so that his chest was covering Brian's back. He rested his cheek against Brian's and whispered huskily, "You're so beautiful, Brian, and I love you so much…So fucking much." His voice broke on the last three words.

Brian didn't even hesitate. He replied softly, "I love you more."

Suddenly Justin froze. He cried out, "Oh God, Brian, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking" and started to pull out.

Brian didn't say anything at first. He simply grabbed Justin's thigh with one hand and pushed back, hard, so that Justin's cock was once again completely buried in Brian's ass. Both Brian and Justin moaned loudly when they were again fully joined.

Justin continued to object, "Brian, I…"

But Brian interjected, his voice low and husky, "Fuck me, Justin."

These words seemed to reach Justin's unconscious mind first, for he automatically arched his back, thrusting his cock a little deeper inside Brian. Then he moaned, "Oh God," grabbed Brian's ass, and started thrusting in and out, slowly, arching his back every time they were fully joined. He'd thrown back his head and shut his eyes tight and was biting his lip, fighting to maintain control. But he soon lost whatever tenuous control he'd been able to muster. He let out a guttural moan and started slamming into Brian, gyrating his hips even as he thrust in and out.

Brian was overwhelmed by sensation, so much so that he could no longer see or hear. Just feel and respond, and only instinctually. He felt electricity crackle throughout and an inferno rise and surge within his body, and he wanted more. So much more. Thus, he lay his chest on the shower floor so that Justin could penetrate him more deeply and started pushing back. Brian's very clear need and willingness to show Justin, at least for a moment, his vulnerability, his desire in all its forms, further enflamed Justin. He moaned loudly, "Oh fuck! Oh Brian!" and thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.

All of a sudden, a delicious, dizzying vortex of heat and electricity surged through them both. They froze as it ravaged their bodies with pleasure and flowed out of them, drawing with it shouts ("Ohh, Ohhh, Ohhhhhhh!) and leaving them exhausted and limp. Justin collapsed on Brian's back, and Brian, on his arms. They both fought to catch their breath and slow their rapidly beating hearts. Neither noticed that the water had grown cold, for intense heat still coursed through their bodies.

Finally they separated. Justin placed a hand on the shower wall to hold himself steady and then helped Brian to his feet. Once standing, Brian took Justin into his arms. They both involuntarily sighed in contentment when they felt the other's arms around them, and each buried his face in the other's neck. They stood there like that under the freezing cold spray for a few minutes, oblivious to everything but each other.

Later, they were lying in bed, when Justin exclaimed, "I can't wait to feel you inside me, nothing separating us."

Brian didn't say anything for a long moment. Justin wasn't sure how he'd expected Brian to answer, but he'd expected some response. He looked over at Brian, trying desperately to read his face, but it was impassive, completely devoid of expression. Finally, Brian declared, "Never gonna happen."

Justin furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why not?"

In a disturbingly calm voice, Brian replied, "I've been with many, many, many other men. I could be positive."

"I swallow your cum." After a short pause, he added, "And as often as possible."

That gave Brian a giggle.

Justin couldn't help but smile. Then, more seriously, he added, "If you're positive, I've already been exposed."

Brian shook his head. "True, but you're 50 times more likely to be infected through anal sex than through blow jobs."

"For all you know, I'm positive."

"Justin, you were only ever with one other person. The chances of that are slim."

"If you're so against it, why did you let me fuck you raw?"

Brian had been meeting Justin's gaze, but now he looked away.

After waiting a long moment for a response, Justin sighed. "Part of being in a relationship is allowing yourself to be vulnerable, risking."

Brian exploded, "I did risk. That's what all that was about!"

Justin was stunned into silence.

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth.

A few moments later, more softly, he said, "But just because I…that doesn't mean that I'd let you…"

Justin protested, "Brian, my body and my life are my own. It's not your job to protect me."

In almost a whisper, Brian asked, "And if I don't…"

Justin shook his head. "You certainly don't need to protect me from you. You get tested monthly, you're always careful…wouldn't you know if a condom slipped off or broke? And…you and I are monogamous."

Brian looked at Justin sharply and hissed, "And how do you know that I haven't been fucking someone at the office? Ian promised to be faithful, too."

Justin sighed heavily. "Don't even compare yourself to him."

Brian pressed, "How do you know I wouldn't lie to you? You've only known me a few weeks."

"I know."

"But how?"

Justin had reached the end of his patience. He snapped, "Because, asshole, I knew you before we met."

Brian just stared at him.

More softly, Justin continued, "I dreamed you in Aidan, and…and when I looked into your eyes for the first time, I saw you, really saw you, all of you. And every moment, from that to this, you've proved over and over that you are exactly who I think you are."

Brian swallowed hard. "And who is that?"

"A man who doesn't need to lie to get what he wants. A man who, on principle, tells the truth even if it causes someone else pain, knowing that a lie would hurt worse later. You might not always offer up information, I mean, I did have to push you to tell me what you saw at Ethan's apartment that made you beat him to within an inch of his life. Even then, you could have made something up. Something that would have hurt me less. But you didn't. And I know, I know, that you'd never make a promise if you knew you couldn't or wouldn't keep it. You said you'd get my money back from Ethan and you did. You said you'd get the tapes back, and you went right back over there to do just that. If I hadn't freaked out, you'd probably already have them."

Justin took a moment to breathe, but he didn't lose any steam. He continued full throttle, "On top of all that, you were so worried about me that first morning that you followed me to Ethan's and then IMed me from a coffeeshop, even coming over to make sure I was okay. You weren't even angry that I hadn't told you I was still with Ethan. You asked me to be your boyfriend, you promised to be faithful, you asked me to move in with you, you let me buy a new bed for us to share, you re-enacted a scene from one of my romance stories (and knew the words by heart), you took an interest in my writing and even helped me with it, you told me that you love me, and you not only let me fuck you, but you let me fuck you raw. You are everything I ever dreamed of and more!"

Brian didn't reply; he just looked at Justin with an expression so intense that it nearly knocked the wind out of Justin.

After a long, long, moment, Brian asked in a low growl (that sent a frightening, yet delicious shiver through Justin's body), "You want me to fuck you raw? You want to risk everything for me?"

Justin didn't hesitate. He stated firmly, "Yes."

Brian's eyes lost focus for a moment (and though the changes were slight, Justin noticed that Brian's breathing grew shallow and he trembled a little), but then he trained that same intense gaze back on Justin and declared, "You got it."

In one movement, he flipped Justin onto his back, climbed on top of him, and kissed him passionately. The kiss was so deep that Justin's heart stopped beating, and he forgot how to breathe.

Brian's Something, Very, Very Something

Brian moved his hands underneath Justin's neck and tilted Justin's head, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into Justin's mouth. Justin met Brian's fire with his own, fire that burned as hot or hotter.

The excitement of what they were about to do urged Justin forward, giving him a confidence he rarely felt. He slid his hands over Brian's ass, caressing his small, firm buttocks and pulling him closer, rubbing their hard and leaking cocks together. Brian moaned into Justin's mouth.

Justin broke their kiss, but slowly, pausing a moment to draw his lips softly over Brian's and again when their lips were so close, but not touching, to examine Brian's face. His skin was flushed, his eyes closed. Justin sighed as he focused on the bits and pieces, one by one: Brian's chestnut hair, damp and mussed, the few beads of sweat on his brow, his long eye lashes, his thin but perfectly shaped lips…Justin's breath caught in his throat as he remembered the feel of Brian's soft lips on his own, on his body. Then he began licking and sucking and nibbling on Brian's neck. His tongue, his mouth, and Brian's skin were wet and warm, and together, heaven.

Brian breathed, "Sunshine…"

This just spurred Justin on. He flipped Brian onto his back and mounted him, placing Brian's cock at his entrance. His breathing was ragged, and his body hummed electric.

Brian stared at Justin, his eyelids heavy with desire, his breathing shallow, and his face flushed. He whispered, "Lube…"

Justin shook his head firmly, Brian thought, a little like an impertinent child. Brian couldn't help but smile. But when Justin half-stated, half-moaned, his voice so husky that Brian's cock jumped, "No, I only want to feel you inside me. I don't want anything between us," his body burned and trembled with the force of those words, the implications. Justin saw the fear in Brian's eyes and breathed, pleading, "Please trust me, Brian; trust us."

Suddenly determined, overwhelmed by the rare desire to give everything, to take everything, he grabbed Justin's ass and yanked him down hard until his cock was halfway inside Justin. Justin's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and he cried out, "Fuck, Brian! Fuck yeah!"

Brian felt laughter bubbling up through his body; it was the strangest sensation he'd ever felt, a tickling burning, like he wanted to giggle and moan and just ram his cock into Justin, over and over, until he had no strength left. In one quick movement, Brian flipped Justin onto his back, his legs on Brian's shoulders, and drove his cock home. Justin moaned, "Ohhh, Ohhhhhh!"

Brian threw back his head and began to thrust in and out of Justin. The tight wet heat surrounding his cock was even tighter, wetter, and hotter now that nothing separated them and that was saying a lot. Justin was already the source of the greatest pleasure Brian had yet known. So tight. Even after Brian had pounded his ass at least a hundred times. He started to pant. Being inside Justin like this was the sweetest torture. It took everything in him not to explode immediately, the moment they were fully joined, like an inexperienced twink.

Brian slid his hands up Justin's legs and arched his back, thrusting as deeply as he could. Then he moaned a deep body moan.

Without even being conscious of it, Brian was inching Justin's legs up higher and open wider as he thrust in and out. Meanwhile, Justin, lost in sensation and their rhythm, was riding the waves of heat and electricity Brian's thrusts were eliciting even as he rode Brian's cock, and ride it he did, despite his odd position.

Justin, too, arched his back while meeting Brian's thrusts, spreading his arms wide on the bed as he did so. Brian was suddenly taken with the sight. So much so that his breath caught in his throat. Justin's eyes were closed, his face flushed, and his mouth open slightly. A few strands of silky blond hair had fallen onto his forehead. Strangely, Brian ached to brush them aside, but, more, just to touch his boyfriend's face. There was something so fragile and precious about Justin that no amount of fucking, sucking, and rimming could sully or otherwise diminish. At this moment, Brian found Justin so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him. Yet nothing could force Brian to tear his eyes away. This was certainly not a solitary experience. Brian had often had that feeling, that thought, in the last two weeks. He was suddenly desperate to possess Justin, in every conceivable way, though Brian knew that he would not, could not, succeed; he would never feel that he had all of Justin. Some part of him would forever elude Brian, for it was not of this world.

But Brian was not one to be put off by impossibility. He was at his best when attempting to achieve the impossible. In fact, he'd made a career out of doing just that. Unfortunately, Brian knew he'd spend a lifetime trying to possess Justin. He shook his head to banish the thought, moved his hands down to Justin's ass, gently sliding them over Justin's ass cheeks and grabbing his hips firmly. Then he pulled Justin toward him even as he thrust, quickening the pace, fucking Justin harder.

Justin moaned, "Oh…dear…God…" and involuntarily arched his back even more, pushing back faster and harder. Brian continued to hold Justin's hips just as firmly, but he let Justin's legs slide off his shoulders, leaning down to capture Justin's lips in a searing kiss. Only then did Brian release Justin's hips, though maintaining their quicker, harder rhythm. He slid his hands along Justin's chest until they reached his face. Brian cupped Justin's cheeks gently, so gently, but, paradoxically, thrust his tongue deeper, plundering Justin's mouth and lips. When Brian finally pulled back, he rubbed his cheek against Justin's and started licking and sucking and nibbling on Justin's ear lobe.

Justin moaned, "Oh fuck! Oh Brian…oh Brian….I….love…you…so…fuck—ing…much..."

Brian chuckled at Justin's declaration, but then, softly, so softly, Brian said, his voice breaking halfway through. "You couldn't possibly love me the way I love you."

Justin's chest constricted and he was about to protest, when Brian rotated his hips and thrust impossibly deeper. Justin's mind suddenly went blank, and he shouted as his orgasm rose and exploded through him.

Justin's shout was quickly joined by Brian's as Justin's ass clamped down, like a vice, on Brian's naked cock, sending his orgasm rushing through and out of him like a freight train. Brian threw back his head and roared.

Brian and Justin's gasps, as they tried to catch their breath, were unexpectedly drowned out by the shrill ring of the phone.

Brian ignored it, but as soon as it stopped, it started again.

He sighed deeply and, still inside Justin, he reached for the phone (it was on the end table). Then he barked, "This better be good!"

Justin bit back a smile.

Brian let his head fall onto Justin's chest and closed his eyes when he heard Ted's low monotone asking, "Has Justin ever done porn?"

Brian replied with a single word, "Fuck."