Brian was uncertain. About everything. That didn't sit well with him at all. After Justin had cum in Brian's mouth, Brian was so incredibly turned on. Just remembering Justin's half-moan, half-whisper, "Please, I need," had his cock throbbing. Justin's need, which had mirrored his own, which always mirrored his own, and the look he'd seen in Justin's eyes just before cumming (was he crazy to think it might have been love?) had sent Brian so close to the edge that he'd needed immediate release, but, more than that, he'd needed to feel Justin's body against his own and kiss his soft beautiful lips, to answer Justin's look in the only way he could.
At the time, it'd seemed natural, right, to seek his release in the way he had, in Justin's arms, against soft, flushed skin. But now…
A year ago…a month ago, he would never have done that. He would never have felt comfortable. He always needed to be cool and in control. Especially with Justin. Especially with sex. Brian wanted their relationship to be different, but he'd acted desperate, completely lacking in self-restraint. Not sophisticated in the slightest. How would that color Justin's opinion of him? If only he knew what exactly it was that the boy had seen in him that first night so long ago...or since.
Standing up, Brian exhaled and extinguished his cigarette. Justin would be waiting for him in the shower. He'd needed a moment to collect himself, so he'd sent Justin in ahead of him, but he didn't feel confident in the slightest. He whispered, "Pretend until you believe," squared his shoulders, and walked into the bathroom, exuding a calm he didn't feel.
When Brian entered the shower, Justin turned and smiled, so brightly, as his eyes lighted on him.
Justin's breath caught in his throat when he took the sight of the man in; he was a god. His body, lean yet strong and toned, and his eyes. His eyes. Sometimes a warm brown, at others, a cool sea-green flecked with gold, like now. And those perfectly shaped lips. What they did to him! He remembered the deep exploring kisses they'd shared and sighed softly. Justin had read somewhere that when two people kissed, their souls were mingling. After kissing the man, he could easily believe it. He turned a bright pink when he remembered his orgasm. The man's hot wet mouth enveloping his dick, taking him entirely into his mouth…all the way to his throat in one go…his swirling tongue. Justin licked his lips and blinked slowly, languorously.
Suddenly invigorated, he gently pressed his lips against the man's and, then, laid open-mouthed kisses in a trail down the man's chest. He started panting as he neared the man's erect cock. Justin smiled to himself as he wondered if it was ever soft. He kneeled in front of the man, moved his fingers lightly up his muscular thighs, and, then, licked the underside of the man's cock, from base to tip, swirling his tongue as he went along. Justin heard the man breathe in sharply and smiled. Next, he sucked along its length as though it were a popsicle. The man started panting softly, and his cock started leaking. Justin lapped up the man's precum eagerly and sucked the head as he swirled his tongue around it.
Peeking up at the man, he saw that he was looking down at him. His eyes held desire and something else, something softer. That drove Justin wild. Without even thinking, he took the man's entire cock into his mouth. He grabbed the man's ass and bobbed his head up and down furiously. He heard the man place a hand on the wall to steady himself and moan softly. Justin sucked, licked, swirled, and swallowed, eliciting a chorus of moans from the man, soft, loud, and deep.
Much sooner than he expected, the man came with a shout, and Justin swallowed greedily. Observing the blissful look on the beautiful man's face, he smiled brightly. Maybe he was a natural. Thinking about what was to come sent a delicious shiver down his spine. Tonight was already the best night of his life, and it was just beginning.