A/N: For those of you who don't know, I'm in the process of moving, which is why I missed a whole day and am posting today's update late…sorry it's a little short. I ran out of time (actually took me more than two hours to write)…I'll update B&E again later today.
Justin felt exhausted and excited and ridiculously happy. He had quite literally taken his first step out into the light (given that the sun was still shining quite brightly and less so in the loft, due to the angle between the sun and the windows at this time of day). His joy and enthusiasm, his relief, surged in proportion to the level of fear he had experienced, due to not only exposing himself to the scrutiny, judgment, and possible violence of the outside world but also facing down an "actual" threat – that is to say, red hoody guy.
Justin looked over at Brian. Brian had his eyes trained to the road. He casually pushed the blinker upward, turned the wheel slightly, and merged onto the highway. Then he slid his hand down to and over the shifter, changing gears with a quick fluid movement. Justin found himself growing aroused observing Brian engaged in the most mundane of acts. Why he didn't really know. Maybe because Justin had only witnessed Brian engaged in this particular mundane act twice. Maybe because this particular mundane act required Brian to slid his hand along and over phallic objects (the blinker and gear shifter).
So for the moment, all thought of telling Brian about red hoody man disappeared into the increasingly blinding heat of Justin's sudden, surprising desire. The high of beginning to overcome his debilitating fears was causing Justin to become bolder in other ways. So once Brian had settled into the center lane, Justin unbuckled his seat belt, turned to face Brian, and started unbuttoning and unzipping Brian's pants.
Brian was momentarily stunned. Justin knew this because Brian actually drew his breath in sharply and gaped. For all of three seconds before relaxing and actually sitting back a little and opening his legs wider to give Justin better access. Brian's initial surprise followed by calm acceptance caused Justin to grin and then ache. He liked that he could surprise Brian, but, for one ouchy moment, he let himself wonder how many other men had done THIS for Brian, and in this vehicle, in this very seat. He shook his head to banish the thought. It didn't matter who Brian fucked and sucked along the way … not as long as the way ended here, with Justin.
Justin knew he shouldn't be TRYING to get them killed, but the truth was that every time he managed to throw Brian off by means of his quite talented mouth or tongue, Justin experienced the most delicious frisson of electricity. This happened a number of times.
Justin began the aforementioned blow job by drawing the flat of his tongue, all of it, over every inch of Brian's dick, all the while swirling (his tongue). No mean feat, but worthwhile … This, as Justin discovered with a casual glance, actually caused Brian to put both hands on the wheel for fear he might lose control of the Jeep.
Once Justin had made two 'go rounds' like this, he started sucking on Brian's dick like you would a popsicle … all lips and suction – sideways. This produced an even more marked effect – Brian gripped the wheel more tightly and started panting. Those soft puffs of air were music to Justin's ears. In fact, his dick started to harden. Nothing turned Justin on faster than turning Brian on.
Two go rounds of that and Justin started treating the tip of Brian's dick like an ice cream cone, running his tongue all around and over it and then sucking on it hard. He continued his ministrations for several minutes, causing Brian's panting to grow MUCH more pronounced.
But the best part was when Justin suddenly deepthroated Brian's dick and swallowed hard when the tip entered the back of Justin's throat. Brian actually cried out, "Oh fuck!" and drifted into the left lane. He nearly hit a minivan! Quickly realizing his error, he cursed (again – but this time not in half-moan) and jerked the wheel right as the furious beeping of surrounding cars hailed down on him. Justin giggled, despite the fact that his superlative cock-sucking kills had nearly gotten them killed, BECAUSE his superlative cock-sucking kills had nearly gotten them killed!
Justin made this up to Brian by falling into a steady rhythm, with LOTS of suction. No more sudden anything, just a slowly rising, intensifying wave of heat, tinged with electricity. When Brian started approaching orgasm, he wisely pulled over onto the shoulder, leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. He ran his hands (and more importantly his fingers) gently through Justin's hair and began thrusting upward, slowly at first but with increasing desperation. He came with a roar.
Brian then rewarded Justin by pulling Justin onto his lap, releasing Justin's dick from its denim confines, and then jerking Justin off, very, very slowly, with a firm, FIRM, grip and lube, all the while kissing Justin deeply, almost frantically. Justin was in the Jeep, outside in the world, with tens of cars rushing by. He had his arms around Brian's neck, and his tongue deep in Brian's mouth, and that, the closeness and the kissing, and the exposure, the boldness, plus, of course, the hand job, all together, made Justin hyperaware and hypersensitive. He had NEVER felt more turned on in his life. He came embarrassingly quick and so hard he nearly blacked out.
Brian grimaced slightly at the cum painting his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it onto the floor of the back seat. This ended up being quite fortuitous for Justin, as he was still recovering from his earth-shaking orgasm. He spent several minutes clinging to Brian, his face buried in Brian's neck, his chest heaving, and his vision swimming. In fact, he required an anchor to normalize … he chose more french kissing, but this time deep and SLOW. By the end, Justin felt so raw and connected to Brian, he nearly cried. Nearly. Instead, he breathed a particularly intense "I love you." Brian reciprocated, but he pressed his forehead against Justin's, sliding his hands onto and up along Justin's neck, and closing his eyes first. Brian still struggled to be perfectly comfortable expressing such feelings. It was easier in the loft. And in the dark.