Brian's POV

It was Saturday night. Several days had passed without incident, but Justin and I were both still on edge, so I decided to take drastic measures. I invited Mikey, Ben, Emmett, and Ted over. For the occasion, Emmett prepared trays of hors d'oeuvres, Mikey and Ben and Ted brought wine, and I rolled a few joints. A couple hours into the merriment (and after two of the joints), I suggested, "Let's play Truth or Dare."

Everyone but Justin and Daphne looked at me as though I'd morphed into the Jolly Green Giant. But they didn't object. We turned the lights off and lit some candles I had in case the power went out. Then, Justin and I sat on the couch (with him on my lap), Mikey and Ben sat to our left on the floor, Ted pulled a chair up next to them, Daphne sat next to us on the couch, and Emmett sat on the floor next to her.

Justin was so cute when he was high. At such times, he was always exceptionally affectionate and a little silly. He had his arms around my neck and his head on my shoulder. I slid my arms around his waist and gently rubbed his back.

Mikey piped up, "I'll go first. Emmett, truth or dare?"

"Mmmm…dare."

Mikey's eyes lit up and danced with excitement. "I dare you to go downstairs and kiss the first man who passes by."

Emmett wrinkled his nose, but then smiled brightly. "Ok."

We all went to the window to watch. I was standing behind Justin with my arms around him and my chin resting on his shoulder. Minutes passed. Emmett swung his arms and then clapped his hands gently as he waited somewhat impatiently.

Finally, there was some foot traffic. The first man to head Emmett's way was a bear clad all in leather (with various chains hanging off of him). Emmett grimaced as the man approached, but then put a hand to his chest and sighed in relief when the bear turned down a cross-street. Then something completely unexpected happened. One of the cops guarding the front (his partner was snoozing in the car) approached Emmett, probably wondering whether something was wrong. The cop was kind of hot…stocky, tan, and buff, with sandy blond hair. Mikey gasped. Emmett's eyes grew large. He and the cop chatted for a minute, Emmett smiling weakly and fidgeting. Suddenly, Emmett lunged at him, throwing his arms around the cop's neck and planting one on him (it looked like he was giving the cop tongue). The cop was stunned at first, but then, to our amazement, he kissed Emmett back. He even squeezed Emmett's ass. We were all laughing, hooting, and hollering (especially Daphne; she was even louder and gigglier when high). Emmett came back up and cried out triumphantly, "He could kiss! …and I got his number!"

When we were all seated again, Emmett asked, "Brian, truth or dare?" Justin had a bright smile plastered on his face as he eagerly awaited my answer. After a very long pause (during which I weighed the risk of both), I replied, "Truth."

Everyone was taken aback, even Justin.

Emmett asked enthusiastically, "When was the last time you masturbated and who were you imagining?"

I pretended to think about it for a while, but I didn't need to. Finally, I said, "A month ago."

Everyone but Justin gaped. They probably assumed I hadn't done that since I was a teenager (I had to admit that this 'truth' thing, in general, was a drug all its own; making confessions that, to most, seemed completely out of character for me was a new way to shock people, and I really got off on shocking people). Justin was gazing at me, but no trace of sadness clouded his eyes. That last masturbation session had led us to the relationship we had now.

I paused; everyone looked at me expectantly. I continued, "I was imagining an incredibly hot blond with a luscious ass and crystal-blue eyes."

Emmett looked like he was going to cry. He had both hands over his heart, and he half-said, half-moaned, "Awww…."

Justin nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek. I threw a pillow at Emmett to shut him up.

Then I asked, "Daphne, truth or dare?"

She tilted her head back and forth as she contemplated her answer. Finally, she said, "With this crowd, I better go with truth."

That gave everyone a chuckle. I smirked and asked, "If you had to fuck someone in this room, who would it be?"

Justin pinched my nipple, causing me to yelp, and chastised me: "Brian…you're so mean!" But then he laid his head back on my shoulder.

I just smiled. Daphne groaned, but then looked around the room, weighing her options. After a minute or two, she replied shyly, "I'd have to say…Ben."

Mikey fixed Daphne with a cold stare, Justin nodded in approval, and I cried out, "You wound me!"

Daphne quickly explained, "I'm no longer allowed to covet you…there's like a commandment against coveting friends' spouses, or soon-to-be spouses, isn't there?"

I could feel Justin smile against my skin, but everyone else turned toward Justin and me, eyes wide and jaws on the floor.

Mikey cried, "Brian, did you propose?"

I shrugged. "Kind of."

Justin and I exchanged a look. Technically, Justin had done the proposing, and the proposition hadn't been for marriage as most would define it. But no one else needed to know that.

The expression on Mikey's face was one of horror. I couldn't blame him. A year ago, the idea would have been beyond ludicrous. Emmett stood and hugged Justin. Ben came over, patted us both on the shoulder, and congratulated us warmly. Ted remained seated, but when the shock wore off, he congratulated us, too. Mikey hadn't said a word. Finally, at Ben's urging, he muttered, "Congrats," but it wasn't exactly heartfelt.

Fortunately, Daphne redirected everyone's attention by asking, "Justin, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What is your wildest fantasy?"

Justin looked at me nervously. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "It's Saturday night, Angel. Your wish is my command."

Then he wrinkled his nose adorably and smiled a soft smile. Finally, he said, "I'd like to fuck Brian while looking into his eyes."

Ted asked incredulously, "That's your wildest fantasy?"

Justin nodded.

Mikey huffed. "Well, I can tell you right now that it's gonna stay a fantasy. Brian would never allow anyone to fuck him missionary style!"

Justin's eyes twinkled, and what I've come to recognize as his wicked grin spread across his face.

Justin asked, "Ben, truth or dare?"

Ben responded quickly. "Dare."

Justin rubbed his hands together in excitement. His voice bubbling with laughter, he said, "I dare you to kiss Daphne."

Ben rubbed Mikey's leg and whispered something in his ear.

I held Justin a little tighter and started sucking on his neck, right above his left shoulder. I was so fucking proud of him, dispensing revenge discomfort like a pro, and on the fly. He tilted his head to the right to give me greater access and moaned softly.

Meanwhile, Mikey was fuming, Daphne was blushing, and Ben was headed our way (Daphne was still sitting next to us on the couch). Ben kneeled in front of her, oddly enough, still reaching her height when sitting, gently took her face in his hands, and kissed her passionately. Daphne threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The peanut gallery started hooting and hollering again, all but Mikey, who now had his arms crossed and was glaring at them.

Ben finally pulled away to reveal a flushed and somewhat dazed Daphne and then returned to his former spot. Justin smiled at Daphne brightly and started poking and teasing her. Daphne blushed and giggled in response. Ben pulled Mikey so that he was sitting in between his legs and wrapped his arms around him. He nuzzled Mikey's neck and whispered into his ear until Mikey couldn't help but smile.

After Mikey had nestled more snugly in Ben's arms, Ben asked, "Ted, truth or dare?"

A little smugly, Ted answered, "Dare." I'm sure he assumed what we all assumed…that Ben was too nice to dare him to do anything truly embarrassing. We were all wrong. In that pleasantly calm voice he always seems to use, Ben said, "I dare you to act out a scene from the last porn you watched."

Ted paled. Justin's eyes grew wide, and then he burst out laughing, although I could tell he had been trying to hold the laughter in. At that, Mikey, Daphne, Emmett, and I joined him. I took pity on Ted, so I lit the last joint and passed it to him. After a few puffs, he passed it on. He seemed emboldened. He directed Emmett to bend over the dining room table and then grabbed Mikey, placing him directly behind Emmett but a little to the right. He took position next to Mikey and then pushed Mikey against Emmett's ass while humping Emmett. Ah…a double penetration. After a moment of confusion, Mikey humped in earnest with Ted. We were all laughing, especially Emmett and Mikey. Justin managed to quietly snap a few pictures with a digital camera lying under the couch. He whispered in my ear, "What do ya think? Christmas cards?"

I just giggled.

When everyone was seated again, Ted asked, "Michael, truth or dare?"

Mikey shook his head as though replying to a question in his head. Then he answered, "Truth."

"Describe the most embarrassing fantasy you've had while jerking off."

Mikey sighed heavily. "I think I should have chosen dare…"

I chuckled. "Too late. Fess up."

Mikey looked at me leerily. "You might regret saying that in a minute."

I quirked an eyebrow.

He sighed again and then admitted, not meeting anyone's eyes, "Once…I imagined that Justin was on his knees sucking my cock…"

Justin exclaimed, "What? When was that?"

Mikey hung his head even lower. "Shortly after we started working on Rage. I don't know, I mean, Brian was always bragging about the blowjobs you gave him (Justin smiled brightly at that) and that night we fell asleep together, I woke up in the middle of the night and, I don't know, you looked kind of cute…"

Emmett and Daphne were giggling, Ted was gaping, and Justin was smiling at me cockily.

I muttered, "Twat. You know you give fantastic head. Not exactly a newsflash."

But I couldn't help but smile a little. I liked seeing Justin so confident, even if only for a moment.

Mikey asked, "Truth or dare, Brian?"

"Truth."

"Why did you propose? Do you just feel sorry for Justin?"

Ben looked at Mikey sternly. "Michael, don't forget that you helped to reunite Brian and Justin. You saw how miserable they were apart. How can you ask such a question?"

Mikey retorted defensively, "Wanting to be Justin's boyfriend is one thing. But isn't marriage, so soon after they got back together, a little extreme?"

Ben philosophized, "No person or relationship moves or grows at the same speed as others. Each person, each relationship, is unique."

Mikey harrumphed. "Well, I just think that this is completely unlike Brian, which makes me wonder whether he's thinking clearly. He said the other night that he feels bad because he wasn't able to protect Justin. But marrying him won't change the past, so if he proposed to assuage his guilt…"

Justin had been listening to this exchange somewhat uneasily. Finally, he burst out, "Enough!"

I whispered, "You don't have to do this, Angel."

He countered firmly, "Yes, I do."

After a moment's hesitation, Justin stated flatly, "He didn't even propose."

Mikey, Emmett, Ben, and Ted looked over at Justin in surprise.

He continued, "I did."

Mikey laughed. I pursed my lips.

I pointed out, "But I said yes. It doesn't really matter who proposed to whom."

Mikey replied patronizingly, "You didn't have to say yes, Brian."

Exasperated, I snapped, "I never do anything I don't want to do, Mikey. You of all people should know that. I…"

Justin interrupted me, whispering, "You don't have to do this."

I countered firmly, "Yes, I do."

With no hesitation, I declared, "I love Justin. I'm in love with him. I need him in my life…in the loft, in my bed…everywhere I am…always. Does that clear things up for you?"

Disconcerted, Mikey muttered, "Yeah."

I asked, "Justin, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What is a secret you've never told anyone?"

Daphne giggled. "I'd love to hear this one!"

Justin furrowed his brow. "Hmmm…"

"Oh! Uh…"

I chuckled. "Spit it out."

"Well, you remember the king of Babylon contest?"

"Yes…?" I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as I waited for Justin's response. He chewed on his thumbnail for a moment, but then finally replied, "I didn't spend the night fucking that guy Sean. I mean, I could have. He was hot to come home with me, but I left him in the alley after we fucked the first time."

Daphne and I posed different follow-up questions at the same time. I asked, "Why?" and Daphne asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

We all eagerly awaited Justin's answers, though my face was impassive. Despite our growing intimacy, I wasn't always able to be completely open, especially with an audience and especially about the king of Babylon contest.

"I didn't tell you, Daph, because you were so proud of me for asserting myself. I would have, but you assumed I'd spent the night fucking him, and I just didn't have the heart to tell you otherwise. As for why I left him in the alley…that should be obvious. I only entered the stupid contest to get your attention, Brian. I wanted you to choose me over that guy, and when it looked like you wouldn't, I wanted to hurt you, but I really didn't want to fuck him."

I was stunned. I'd always thought of that night as the night I'd seen Justin's baser instincts for the first time. I'd imagined him taking pleasure in my humiliation all night long, every time they fucked. But, as it turns out, he'd never taken pleasure in it. That first time was a reaction to my cruelty. I just stared at Justin. I couldn't have spoken even if I wanted to. Justin held my gaze for a couple of minutes, but then turned to Daphne and asked, "Truth or dare?"

I interjected, "Why don't we all just go around the circle answering the same question I asked you and end there?"

Everyone (but Justin and I) exchanged nervous glances, but then nodded. Justin smiled brightly, probably because he thought that meant that I had something I wanted to confess and that I wasn't angry about Sean. If so, he'd be right on both counts.

Blushing, Daphne admitted, "Once, when I was dating Ken, he, his roommates John and Steve, his roommates' girlfriends, and I were all sleeping in their dorm room, and, during the night, both John and I woke up. He was so hot! I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anyone, well any straight guy, anyway. I fucked him right then and there, five feet away from our sleeping significant others."

Justin's eyes grew as large as saucers. He exclaimed, "Holy shit!"

I chuckled and patted her on the back.

Emmett piped up, "Guess it's my turn…Once…I was attracted to a woman."

Everyone either gaped or gasped.

He continued, "She wasn't particularly girly…or manly…she had an even mix of feminine and masculine qualities. I have no idea why I was attracted to her. I've never been attracted to other women…anyway…I fucked her. I even went down on her."

More gaping and gasping.

Emmett wrinkled his nose. "I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it."

For a full minute, no one could speak. We just stared at him.

Ted finally broke the silence. "After I was fired, but before I cleaned out my desk, I snuck into Worcshafter's office, jerked off, and sprayed cum all over his chair and couch."

That admission was met with gales of laughter.

Next up was Mikey. He confessed, "Once, some guy I went home with asked if he could pee on me, and…I let him."

Everyone laughed except me. I just shook my head. Fucking Mikey.

When the laughter died down, Ben admitted, "My first lover wasn't a friend at summer camp like I told you, Michael. When I was 15, at a fourth of July party, I fucked my cousin Jordan. Twice."

Everyone was stunned. Except me. I laughed my ass off.

Finally, it was my turn. Everyone, especially Justin, looked at me eagerly.

I confessed, "I only ever let one person fuck me besides my gym teacher."

Justin smiled softly.

I continued, "Justin."

Mikey's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Incredulously, he asked, "You let Justin fuck you?"

I nodded. "The first time was his eighteenth birthday. After that, I let him fuck me every few weeks, sometimes more often…and…"

Justin, of course, knew all this, well, except for the fact that he was only the second person to ever fuck me. So his eyes widened a little when he realized I had more to say.

"and…I fucking love it every time."

Justin looked down and then peeked back up at me shyly. Yet another soft smile on his lips.

I smirked. "He's got a huge cock."

At that, Justin pounced on me (well, as much as a person can when he's already on your lap), kissing me passionately.

*******

Mikey, Ben, Emmett, and Ted were all a little too merry to drive home, so I grabbed a few blankets that I miraculously had for…I have no idea for what…and they roughed it on the floor. Daphne of course went to sleep, well, passed out, in her cot, and Justin and I retired to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, still dressed, and drawled, "Well, Angel, if you want me, you're going to have to take me…"

Justin stared at me for a moment, his mouth open a little and his eyes wide as he raked them over my body, and purred, "I've never wanted anyone more, and, as you noted, I'm not shy about taking what I want."

I leaned back onto my arms and waited. Justin unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall as he pulled his shirt off. Both hit the floor at the same time. I observed with pleasure that his cock was fully erect. Precum bubbled out of the head. He licked his lips and approached me slowly, finally kneeling in front of the bed. He ran his hands up my thighs until they converged on my cock and rubbed it through the fabric of my jeans. I started panting. The sound of my irregular breathing caused Justin's cock to jump, and he licked his lips and then bit his lower lip. Fuck! He was beautiful when he did that.

Justin unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, smiling when he saw that I was wearing nothing underneath. I lifted my ass, and he pulled them off slowly. My cock was already painfully erect at this point, so, to move things along, I pulled my black wife beater off and tossed it to the floor.

Justin licked my balls and then took them both into his mouth and sucked on them gently. I just gazed at him, my eyelids heavy with desire. Justin drew his tongue along the underside of my cock, from base to tip. He traced the head of my cock with his tongue and then slid his hot wet mouth over it, sucking on it hard. My breathing grew even more ragged. Then when he took my entire length into his mouth, swallowing around the tip of my cock, which was in his throat, I threw back my head and moaned. Fuck! He had the softest, plumpest lips. I loved seeing them wrapped around my dick. He spent the next few minutes deepthroating me, which was about all I could take before I was ready to explode.

Justin whispered, "Lie down."

I complied.

He bent my legs and set my feet on the bed. Then he slicked the fingers of one hand with lube. He caressed my perineum with the fingers of the other, using light whispery touches in some spots and firmer circular touches in others. Meanwhile he pushed a lubed finger inside me, which was slightly uncomfortable until he lifted it up and curved it back, hitting my prostate. He massaged it gently, watching my eyes the whole time, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. After a minute or two, he inserted another finger (causing me to tense up), brought them together, and then made a few scissoring motions. When I relaxed, he brought them both up to my prostate and massaged it for another minute or so, eliciting from me a loud moan.

I saw a look of near pain in his eyes. He breathed, his voice breaking a little, "You're so beautiful, Brian. I…I need to be inside you now, to feel your tight heat surrounding my cock."

I just moaned softly in response. With an urgency I found irresistible, Justin removed both hands, which had been caressing me inside and out, quickly sheathed his cock, and slicked it with lube. Then, his breathing ragged, his eyes intense, he crawled up onto the bed, kneeling in between my legs, lifted them to his shoulders, and started to push his cock inside me. The moment the tip entered me, Justin closed his eyes and moaned. I could almost get off on his desire for me, the pleasure he took in my body.

When I tensed up, Justin stopped. When I relaxed, he started moving again. Like this, he proceeded by inches until his cock was completely buried inside me. At this point, he was so close to the edge that he bit his lip hard to regain some control. He leaned down, nudged my nose, and then kissed me passionately as he started to thrust in and up.

I slid my arms around his waist, until my hands reached his gorgeous ass, and then began squeezing and caressing it. Just then, his cock rubbed up against my prostate, initiating a pulse of pleasure, which coursed throughout my body. At the same time, we both let out deep body moans. Justin broke our kiss and began thrusting more quickly. I slid my hands slowly up his back, enjoying the feel of his soft flushed skin. He gyrated his hips and arched his back a little on each thrust, which was causing all manner of sensations inside me, pulsating heat, tingling electricity, and a feeling like we were connected in the most fundamental way, inextricably linked, one.

Justin had established a steady rhythm, not too slow or too fast, but he'd been struggling to maintain it. He grunted and moaned and had broken out into a sweat. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He started fucking me hard and fast. I was dizzy with pleasure. I cried out, "Fuck! Yes, oh yes, Angel, fuck me, tear me in two with your huge cock."

Justin began thrusting even faster, moaning and panting as he did so. I suddenly felt as though my body were melting. I was a warm pool rippling with pleasure. I moaned loudly and cried, "Fuck, oh fuck me. Pound my ass. Oh yes. Harder. Harder!"

Justin obliged. He also grabbed my cock, now throbbing and purple and covered in precum, and began jerking me off. Seconds later, my orgasm charged through and poured out of me. The moment my ass clamped down on Justin's cock, he froze, cumming with a loud guttural moan. Then he collapsed onto my chest, all sweaty and out of breath.

When Justin had recovered enough to move, he pulled out and disposed of the condom. Then, always the gentleman, he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a warm damp washcloth with which to wipe the sweat and cum off my body. I stared while he did so, my eyes dancing. After he tossed the washcloth into the hamper, I pulled him into my arms and covered us with the duvet. Then I turned the blue light off, nuzzled his neck, and whispered, "You're amazing, Angel." He whispered back, his voice husky, "Not me, Master. We're amazing." Then he nestled his head in the crook of my neck and fell asleep. For a long time, I just lay there, listening to him breathe. Eventually, I drifted off, too.