A/N: Okay, I'm a little apprehensive about this chapter, because writing explicit scenes is not really my forte, so I hope it doesn't tank - LOL! But I had to at least try and do the boys' wedding night proper justice, though - hope I don't disappoint! Thanks as always for the constant encouragement and for hanging in there with me....
If the hotel had contained more than three floors, there would have been an excellent chance that the two men presently waiting impatiently in the elevator car would have been fully unclothed by the time it finally reached their top-floor suite. It was certainly not for lack of trying, as the two newly-married men were currently fumbling to remove as many layers as possible during their interminable ride upward.
"Brian, slow down," Justin laughed breathlessly, after the other man had successfully managed to remove the blond's suit coat, shirt, and belt in about 30 seconds tops, and was presently working on taking his suddenly too-damn-tight pants off. "There ARE other guests in this hotel, you know," he scolded the other man, who was also using his sensitive lips to explore his husband's neck and earlobe, nipping at just the spot he knew would drive Justin crazy; an abrupt groan of pleasure was verification of that.
To his credit, the blonde was trying hard to show a modicum of restraint until they could get inside their suite, but he was also having difficulty following through on his intentions. It wasn't as if he hadn't engaged in this type of activity who knows how many times before with Brian, but the fact that this particular, beautiful specimen of a man was now his HUSBAND seemed to heighten the urgency even more. "Oh, what the hell," he finally said, chuckling, as he attacked the brunet's clothing, also, frantically shrugging the coat off the taller man's shoulders and determinedly trying to unbutton his silk shirt. His husband's lips and hands, which seemed to be roaming EVERYWHERE, were making it difficult, if not impossible, to carry out his task successfully, however.
The door chime dinged, signifying their car was about to open on their floor; both men were too busy trying to finish their task to barely notice until the doors swung open. Fortunately, the hallway was clear of other guests who might not be expecting two extremely horny, handsome men disembarking from an elevator wearing only black Armani briefs.
"Brian," Justin laughed, "Wait," he implored, noticing the other man was actually forgetting his outrageously expensive clothing that was scattered all over the elevator car floor, about to be totally forgotten. Only your hormones in extreme overdrive would make you forget about your Gucci suit, the blonde thought, thoroughly amused.
"Fuck the damn suit, husband!" Brian growled. Justin actually squealed in delight as the taller man unexpectedly lifted the slender body in a fireman's carry over his shoulders as he rushed hurriedly down the corridor toward their suite door. Thank God for key cards, Justin thought, watching over his shoulder as Brian jammed the card into the slot and kicked the door open with his foot.
Like a man on a mission, Brian perfunctorily noticed the hotel staff had fulfilled his request earlier and had furnished their luxuriously-fashioned suite with a silver platter of jumbo-sized, chocolate covered strawberries and a matching silver bowl of whipped cream. Another chilled bottle of Dom Perignon accompanied the fruit nearby. The brunet did not pay it much mind at the moment, however, because he had much more important matters on his mind, namely, fucking the blond dynamo in his arms senseless.
Still carrying the smaller man over his shoulder, he marched over to the French doors and, using one hand, turned the knob that would open onto the balcony. Flinging the door open a little too forcefully, Justin giggled as he heard it bang violently against the wall. "So impatient, Rhett" he teased the brunet. "I thought I was supposed to be the ravisher, and YOU were supposed to be the ravishee."
"Picky, picky," the other growled. "You'll get your turn LATER," he commanded, as he promptly walked toward the hot tub, which the hotel staff had already prepared for their use.
Feeling the slender man begin to shiver, Brian couldn't help taunting him. "You're COLD? That's impossible – I am too HOT for you to be cold."
The blond snorted as he issued a rejoinder. "Brian, it's fucking FREEZING out here, I don't care HOW hot you are."
"Well, in that case, Sunshine, we'd better warm you up." And he proceeded to do so, however not in the method Justin would have hoped, as the older man not so stylishly dropped his new husband headfirst into the heated water.
Sputtering at the unexpected treatment, Justin splashed back to the surface, indignantly yelling, "You fucker! Why did you DO that?!"
Laughing, Brian decided to enter the hot tub in a more fluid manner by gracefully hoisting himself over the edge and slowly inching his long body into the water. "Ah," he groaned in contentment as the heated water washed over his legs and torso as he sat down in the tub. Noticing the other man still glaring at him, he replied, "You SAID you were freezing, Sunshine. I was just trying to get you warmed up in a hurry."
"That's NOT the method I had in mind," Justin retorted, shaking his head side to side to try and wring out some of the water from his ears and hair.
"Just what did you have in mind, Sunshine?" his husband asked innocently, eyebrows raised.
"Nothing that would involve YOU," Justin replied haughtily, crossing his arms across his chest in emphasis. His eyes narrowed, however, as he saw the sudden, predatory look that instantly appeared on the brunet's face.
"Oh, is THAT so?" The hazel eyes studied the blue ones closely as Brian slowly crept in the water toward his prey, watching as his husband's eyes grew larger and dilated with lust. You little twat, he silently joked to himself. Much too easy.
As Brian came within a foot of his quarry, he was suddenly splashed full in the face; this time, HE was the one sputtering. "Why you little FUCKER!" Brian cried in mock outrage, as he reached out to snare his prey before the blond had a chance to escape. Giggling openly now, Justin did not put up much of a fight once the brunet wrapped his arms around the slender body and his lips plastered themselves to his. Tongues came out quickly to duel with each other and both pairs of arms traveled over each other's back in a mirrored, urgent caress.
Brian removed his hands from around Justin's back just long enough to remove the blond's briefs; once that was accomplished in efficient fashion, he reached down to do the same to his own pair. Now totally naked, there was at last no barrier to the expression of their love. Brian looked at his new husband, the love of his life, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The full moon overhead made his hair shine; even soaking wet, the hair was golden. And his skin – the pale skin almost shone translucent in the light above. But perhaps most captivating of all was the pair of blue, sparkling eyes that were shining back at him with so much love. Just then, Justin rewarded him with one of his trademark smiles and his happiness was complete.
Justin looked over at Brian, who had suddenly changed from a man intent on a fucking mission to a man now staring unabashedly at him with so much love, it made him blush. The hazel eyes twinkled in the moonlight shining overhead, and the auburn hair had hints of reddish-gold. As Justin smiled at his husband - God, he LOVED that word – he was rewarded with a smile in return that almost rivaled one of his own.
"Brian," he murmured softly. He was so overcome with emotion at that moment, he wasn't really sure he could speak. Swallowing the lump in his throat, however, he was finally able to say the only words that were important at that moment: "I love you so much."
Brian slowly inched back toward the blond; there was no rush – they had all night to celebrate their union. But there WAS something he needed to take care of first. As he came close enough to place both hands gently on either side of the blond head, he softly replied, "I love you, too, Justin. You're my EVERYTHNG," he explained simply, before both came together of their one accord for a passionate kiss.
Finally pulling back from their kiss, breathless, they both decided it was finally time to inaugurate their hot tub in proper Brian and Justin fashion. There was no question, however, that what occurred afterward was lovemaking and not just fucking. It was plain in the tender kisses that Brian rained all over his husband's face, and in Justin's soft whimpers in response. It was clear in Justin's slender hands almost reverently caressing every inch of Brian's body, and in Brian's sighs of pleasure as he was being worshipped endlessly.
Finally sated and satisfied after an hour of aquatic exercise, Brian was the first to emerge from their watery pleasure palace, turning to help his husband out of the hot tub. As Justin jumped down to the ground, the brunet couldn't help stealing one more kiss from the plump lips before reaching for a nearby, jumbo-sized Egyptian cotton bath sheet and wrapping both of them together, cocoon-style.
Observing the noticeable boner the blonde was displaying, Brian teased, "Are you just cold, Sunshine, or is there another reason for your excitement?"
Justin smiled, huskily whispering in the other man's ear, "Let's go inside and you can find out."
As Brian opened the French doors, he heard Justin exclaim, "Ooh, chocolate-covered strawberries," as he broke from the brunet's grasp and scurried over the bedside table to check them out.
Smiling indulgently, Brian sat down next to Justin on the bed and reached over for a particularly large berry, holding out the chocolate-end to his husband's luscious lips. The blond did not need any encouragement to open his mouth and bite into the succulent fruit, closing his eyes to savor the combination of sweetness on his tongue. "Mmmm," he hummed in contentment.
Opening his eyes, he smiled sheepishly. "Your turn, Mr. Kinney," he whispered seductively, partly expecting Brian to protest and make some comment about the fuckingly high-carb content of the chocolate. Instead, the brunet simply smiled and opened his mouth in concession. As Justin moved to place the large berry in his mouth, however, the brunet took the opportunity to suck not only on the food but also the two pale fingers holding it anchored in his mouth.
"Delicious," Brian declared huskily, before swooping down for a chocolate-berry flavored kiss. He gently pushed the blond down on the king-sized bed, surprised to find out it was actually a waterbed.
"Hope you don't get seasick, Sunshine," he teased the other man. "I see some high waves coming up shortly," he warned.
Justin reached to pull Brian down on top of him, purring, "I guess I'll just have to ride it out then, won't I?"
Brian groaned as their bodies rubbed together. Smirking, he commented, "I guess you weren't cold before, huh?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say THAT," Justin whispered playfully. "But I'm definitely NOT cold now." The slender hand groped below for its target; locating the object of his search, he firmly wrapped his hand around the other man's fully-erect cock. "And neither are YOU."
Brian's mouth twisted into an amused expression. "Up, periscope."
Justin laughed as he used his free hand to pull the brunet down for a sound kiss. "Hold onto your life preserver then, captain, because this sub's about to dive!" He suddenly reversed their positions, flipping Brian over and using his advantage to slide down the other man's toned body, kissing every inch he could find along the way as his hands preceded him. Finally locating Brian's periscope, he proceeded to take the man's entire length greedily into his mouth, lips humming and sucking on the cock harder than a Hoover.
Brian arched off the bed in extreme pleasure; Justin was an absolute consummate artist, and Brian was his masterpiece. What this man can do to me! It didn't take but a couple of minutes of the blond's skilled ministrations before the brunet climaxed in an explosive eruption, Justin greedily swallowing every sweet drop of the nectar.
"Proud of yourself?" Brian asked his Picasso, who was presently looking up at him like a cat that ate the proverbial canary.
"Extremely," the blond reported, grinning wildly and licking his lips.
"Well, that's good, because now it's time for the big boy to do some scuba diving," Brian drawled. Justin laughed and rolled his eyes as the brunet turned him over onto his stomach. As he looked at the pale, smooth, glowing skin splayed before him, Brian couldn't help briefly reaching down to softly run his fingers through the soft, blond hair he loved so much, before his hand traveled gently from Justin's neck down to his lower back, then over the curve of the wonderfully-shaped buttocks. The blond shivered in pleasure as Brian replaced his hand with his lips, licking a wet trail down the same path. Justin whimpered slightly in disappointment as Brian's lips abruptly stopped their gentle trek downward.
Noticing Brian hesitating before going any further, Justin turned his head to ask, "Brian?"
Brian whispered softly in his ear, "Turn over, Sunshine. I want to see your beautiful face while we're making love." The blond was happy to oblige as he slowly turned over to stare into the mesmerizing, expressive hazel eyes.
As Brian kneeled in front of him and reached over for the lubricant, Justin's eyes never left him. The sapphire eyes, however, became big as saucers as he noticed Brian NOT reaching for something else before he began to prepare the younger man for penetration. "Brian? Are you…."
As Brian warmed the liquid up and rubbed it on his now rock-hard cock and on Justin's hole, he answered, "I haven't been with anyone else for a long time, Sunshine," he confirmed. "After you, there's just no comparison," he explained, almost shyly. "This IS what you want, isn't it?" he asked, seeing what appeared to be a look of wonder on the blond's face.
Justin's heart was beating rapidly in excitement as he answered, breathlessly, "More than anything."
Nodding, Brian threaded their hands together as he slowly plunged into his partner's welcoming body. Having made love in the hot tub earlier, Justin's body was already prepared suitably for penetration; however Brian had used a condom then. This time, well, was NOTHING like Justin OR Brian had ever been able to imagine. God knows they had both dreamed of this day for months now, hell, probably YEARS, almost since the first day they had met. But nothing prepared them for the feeling of unsheathed skin on skin. Brian moaned in ecstasy as Justin moved in rhythm with him; they knew their partner's body so well by now. But the feeling, the slickness, the sensory overload. This was heaven.
As Brian's tempo increased in speed and urgency, he reached down to pleasure his husband as he felt his climax nearing; this new experience for both of them would not require much time before they both would fall over the edge in absolute euphoria. A few determined pumps on Justin's cock was all it took before they both cried out in unison and climaxed violently together.
Afterward, Brian remained slumped over the slighter man, too overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of what had just happened to think about pulling out just yet. Justin's hands slowly wrapped themselves around the brunet's waist possessively, signaling his wish for Brian to stay where he was.
After a few minutes, however, Brian pushed away gently from his husband, the slender hands reluctantly releasing their hold on him to allow the larger man to turn over onto his back beside him.
Totally sated and thunderstruck by the emotion coursing through their bodies, it was several seconds before either could speak. Finding his voice first, Brian turned toward the blond and coarsely whispered, "Sunshine, that was…….incredible."
Justin smiled and returned his gaze, eyes shining with unshed tears. He shook his head slightly, still too choked with emotion to speak. He simply turned on his side, reaching a slim hand over to caress the other man's chest. Brian leaned down to kiss the top of the soft, blond head, resting one of his long hands on the other's hip. "I love you, you sentimental twat," he whispered.
Justin murmured, "I love you, too," before, totally exhausted, his eyes fluttered closed and he fell asleep. Brian watched the regular rise and fall of his husband's chest for a few minutes before he, too, fell into a blissfully deep sleep, arm wrapped tightly around the other's slender waist.