Justin's POV
As an American, I was accustomed to happy endings (in films). But as Justin, Brian's partner, I'd given up any hope of ever walking off into the sunset with Brian's hand in mine. I know. Sounds so cheesy, doesn't it? But now…now, everything I'd ever dreamed of having with Brian was possible. I remembered Brian's response to my marriage proposal, "Yes. There is nothing I would like more than to marry you, Justin Taylor," and smiled brightly. Then and there, I silently vowed that I would hold onto my happy ending with all that I had. I could feel Brian smile against my neck and wrap his arms around my waist as we climbed the stairs. I looked down and saw the engagement ring I gave him on his hand, gleaming in the bright early afternoon light. I sighed in contentment.
I tried not to worry about what could break us apart. Tricking. Pride. Passive aggression. Breakdowns in communication. Misguided beliefs. Fear. Vanity. Unsolicited portents about my future.
Likewise, I tried to shove aside the doubts creeping up on me, but, in spite of my efforts, I wondered, "What happens once 'and they lived happily ever after' fades from the screen? Would our passion wane? Would we soon begin worrying about bills, home repairs, pets' illnesses, and kids' soccer games rather than who's got the best E, what we'll do in the middle of the night when the seemingly endless supply of condoms dries up, and how we'll function on just two hours of sleep, Deb's coffee, and memories of the best orgasm either of us have had to date? Would we be able to find a middle ground?"
All these thoughts passed through my mind on our way to the roof to "celebrate our engagement." Brian was amazing. I hadn't even considered the roof, though I'd lived in this building off and on for months. But Brian could sense a good spot for fucking a mile away.
Once there, Brian spread his leather jacket on the ground, sat down, and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. He placed his hands on my neck and slowly pulled me in for a kiss. He pressed his lips against mine softly and, then, pulled back to gaze, yes, gaze, into my eyes (with such intensity that he literally took my breath away), before tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, pushing it into my mouth, teasing mine out, and exploring every inch of my mouth. He threaded his fingers into my hair (so slowly that it gave me chills), tilted his head, and deepened our kiss. Oh. My. God. That may have been the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.
I ground my growing erection into Brian's and moaned in his mouth. He broke our kiss and began sucking on my neck, focusing on my pulse point. I groaned. It had been too long. Way too long. I needed to feel him inside me as soon as possible. I stood up, pulling him with me, as I whispered, "Undress." I was naked in under a minute, though I made sure my white jeans and blue cashmere sweater were safe from harm. I didn't want to wreck my perfect outfit.
Once Brian was naked, I pushed him back down, took the lube from his hand, and prepared myself quickly. I needed him inside me so badly that my chest ached. He watched me, his eyes darkening with lust. Brian sheathed his cock, and I knelt down, inching it inside me slowly. I loved feeling him enter me, stretching me to accommodate his size. We gazed into each other's eyes the entire time. When I pushed the last inch of Brian's cock inside me, he moaned loudly and breathed, "Justin." Hearing him speak my name with such desire set butterflies to fluttering in my stomach. I bit my lip and started riding him, slow at first but, then, faster.
Brian kissed me passionately and grabbed my ass. I moved him around inside me until his cock hit my prostate, setting my entire body on fire. I started riding him hard and fast involuntarily, propelled as I was by desperate need. Brian leaned down, tracing my right nipple lightly with his tongue and, then, sucking on it hard. Dizzy with pleasure, I started half-muttering, half-moaning a barely coherent chain of words, "Brian. Fuck. Oh yeah. More. Christ." Brian, realizing that I was close, worked his hand under and behind my balls and started tracing circles on my perineum. That sent me over the edge. I shouted, "Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh, Brian, oh fuck." My cum spurted up into the air like my cock was some crazy fountain, and Brian grabbed my waist and pushed me up and down faster and harder until his orgasm began to rip through him. He froze, wrapped his arms around me tight, and let out a guttural moan, more loudly than I have ever heard him. Then he cupped my face and brought my lips crashing down onto his, kissing me desperately. When he finally released me, he whispered, "I love you."
I teared up a little as I responded, "I love you, too Brian. So much." My voice broke at the end.
Brian rested his forehead against mine until he caught his breath and, then, pulled back and grinned as he looked at his chest, arms, and thighs, all of which were covered in my cum.
"You sure know how to mark your territory, don't you, Sunshine?"
I giggled and blushed.
Then I looked at him with a serious expression and asked softly, "You're my territory?"
He smiled, but his eyes were intense. "I am," he said huskily.
My heart skipped a beat, and my body flushed. When I recovered a little, I smiled softly and said, "We'd better get back to your birthday party. People will wonder where we wandered off to…"
Brian quirked an eyebrow.
I laughed. "Okay, maybe not. But still…"
I stood up and started dressing as Brian cleaned up and did the same.
Luckily, he was wearing a wifebeater underneath his black pullover.
When we made it back, everyone in the room stared at us.
Hunter asked cheekily, "So how was the reunion fuck?"
Daphne punched him in the arm. So hard that he winced.
Brian replied evenly, as though Hunter had asked about a presentation, "I think it went quite well. Wouldn't you agree, Sunshine?"
I repeated softly, "Quite well" and smiled shyly.
Hunter said, "Oh we know." Then that little bastard started imitating me. "Brian. Fuck. Oh yeah. More. Christ…Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh, Brian, oh fuck."
Daphne was trying to cover his mouth, but he ran, and, Daphne, being even more persistent than I am, gave chase. Everyone was laughing, even Brian. Well, except me. I turned bright red and buried my face in Brian's chest.
