Brian's POV
Justin was lying in the middle of the living room floor naked, and I (also naked) was riding him. Justin grabbed my ass, squeezed it, and then pulled me down harder onto his cock by my hips. He moaned, "Oh fuck, Brian, watching you slide up and down my cock…it's so fucking hot!"
I grunted as I slammed down on him harder and faster. Justin took my cock, which was nearly purple and covered in precum, into his hand and squeezed it tight, eliciting a deep body moan from me. "Ahhh…Fuck yeah!"
Justin looked at me hungrily and whispered, his voice husky and low, so rough and sexy, "You're so wet for me, Brian. You love riding my cock, don't you?" Then he squeezed my cock harder.
I shouted, "Fuck, yes!" and started slamming down even harder, even faster, Then I growled, "Stroke me..."
A wicked glint in Justin's eye, he smiled and said, "I'll do you one better." Then he pushed me onto my back, pulled out, and started feasting on my cock. He licked it clean and then wolfed it down, taking the tip into his throat. He moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking on my cock even as he swirled his tongue along the shaft.
I moaned, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!"
Then just as I was about to cum, Justin pulled away and slammed his dick back into my ass, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. He fucked me fast and hard and then angled his hips and started thrusting inside me shallowly, pounding my prostate. I came with a guttural moan, and, as soon as my ass clamped down onto Justin's dick, he followed, "Oh God, oh fuck, Master, I love you!" He collapsed onto my chest. I held him tight and brushed a few damp strands of hair off of his forehead, replacing them with a kiss, and then whispered, "And I love you, Angel."
I let my head fall onto the floor and closed my eyes. Justin sighed in contentment, but then suddenly tensed up. I opened my eyes to find him staring toward the door, a crimson blush slowly creeping across his face and neck. I followed the line of his gaze and then quirked an eyebrow when my eyes lighted on Ben, Mikey, Emmy Lou, the cop he kissed last week (now in regular clothes), dead man walking, Daphne, and a preppy kid who looked like Archie, probably some guy she wanted to fuck.
I smirked. "That'll be ten bucks each."
Justin looked at me in horror. I nodded. "You're right. Make it twenty."
Mikey, whose eyes were still as wide as saucers, muttered, "Huh?"
I sighed and shook my head. Sometimes he was so dense. "Uh, for the show…"
Then my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, I drawled, "If you enjoyed this one, be sure to come back for the ten o'clock. That'll be light bondage, maybe some flogging."
At that, everyone burst out laughing.
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A/N: Archie, Moose, Jughead, etc. are names from Archie Comics and all refer to Daphne's date. All the B-names (well, except for Brian and Ben) refer to the cop Emmett kissed during the last truth or dare game.
How the hell did we end up here? That is, trapped in the loft with a bunch of tripping lunatics? (I won't begin with a depiction of the gruesome scene. You wouldn't believe me if I neglected to tell you what came before). Okay, Justin and I were tripping, too, but we weren't lunatics, not on any drug. Simple really. The cop, if you can believe it, broke out some "primo shit," and Justin wanted to try something new. He turned his baby blues on me, and they were dancing, leaping, and twinkling with excitement. How could I refuse? Especially after he'd spent the better part of two weeks on "house arrest." Maybe I was still flying from that "primo" ass pounding he'd just given me. Whatever the reason, I locked the door and all the windows (ironically, to keep the lunatics out; ha!), and we all dropped some near pure LSD, straight from the evidence locker of Pittsburgh's finest. Then, about twenty minutes later (when the acid started to kick in), Auntie Em decided we should play truth or dare again, cause it was "oh so fun" last time! (incoherent grumbling) I guess that's where I'll start this tale of woe.
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Justin and I sat on the couch (Justin, of course, on my lap), with Daphne and Archie beside us; Emmy Lou and the cop, Bob, Bill, Bud, or some such shit, sat on the chaise, which they had pulled up to the coffee table; Ted sat across the table from them on the floor; and Ben and Mikey sat across the table from Justin and I on the floor.
Dead man walking started us off by asking Jughead, "Truth or Dare?"
Jughead glanced around, with a mild look of terror on his face, finally replying, "Truth."
The look, and his answer, gave us all a chuckle.
"If you were gay, who in this room would you fuck?"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and gave us all, in turn, a quick once over.
"Uhhh…."
I had a good idea what his answer would be, and when his eyes lighted on Justin and he tilted his head a little bit, I knew I had guessed right. "Him, I mean, Justin."
Justin giggled. Then he purred, "Is it my long silky blond hair (running his fingers through it) or my rotund rump?" (leaning forward, away from Moose and Daphne, and giving it a slap for good measure)
I chuckled. "If we were drinking, you would soooo be cut off."
Then Justin flashed me a million-watt smile, leaned in (giving my earlobe a nibble), and whispered, "You LOVE it when I'm fucked up!"
I scoffed, "Love is a little strong…"
"Hah!"
I couldn't help but smile. Apparently, I also couldn't help kissing him on the cheek. Cause that's what I did.
Then I patted Daphne on the back and consoled her. "That sucks. I guess he likes Betty better than Veronica."
Daphne frowned. "Who the hell are Betty and Veronica?" She looked at Justin. He shrugged. Then I had the great pleasure of being laughed at by dead man walking, who, I'd like to point out, is much, much older than me. Well, older anyway.
So…then Moose turned to Daphne and asked, "Truth or Dare?"
She looked down and then peeked back up at him from under her long brown lashes (a move she clearly stole from Justin) and replied, "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss me."
Good grief. "Why not go for the big score? We have a bed right through there."
Daphne complained, "Brian!"
Then she leaned over and pecked him. What is she, a fucking bird? Apparently, I wasn't the only one who was unimpressed because everyone else started chanting, "Boo! Give him some tongue."
I shuddered and looked away, but she must have done just that because, in short order, the boos turned into hooting.
Daphne asked Emmy Lou, "Truth or Dare?"
He smiled, looked over at Buck voraciously, and then turned back to Daphne, stating firmly, "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Brad."
I rolled my eyes. "Did you two ladies plan this out? If you just wanted to neck, you should have gone parking."
When Daphne and Justin exchanged a confused glance, I sighed and preemptively shot a pillow at Ted. Got him right in the face, too (hee-hee).
Emmy Lou grabbed Biff by the neck and planted one on him, a kiss that seemed to go on forever. In fact, he straddled the poor guy halfway through and, by the end, was lying on top of him and grinding against him. That caused a great deal of whooping in the peanut gallery, as well as some licking and sucking on Justin's part (my neck). For the first time that night, I was glad that Justin's knowledge of 50s slang was woefully inadequate. When Emmy Lou let Burt up, he was grinning like the Cheshire cat and Bret was blushing (and wiping lip gloss off).
Then Emmy Lou asked Mikey, "Truth or Dare?"
Mikey smiled brightly and half-said, half-giggled, "Dare."
"I dare you to call Mel and talk dirty to her!"
Mikey didn't even blink; he just reached for the cordless.
I interjected, "Hell fucking no! Use your cell phone! Mel wouldn't even blink before sending the cops for me."
Justin nodded slowly, a solemn look in his eyes.
I muttered, "Twat" and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled a big smile. He was fucking toast. Course, so was I. But then I had been since that fateful day the sex god met his intrepid twink.
Mikey was now dialing the munchers' number on his cell phone. His eyes brightened, I'm guessing cause Mel answered. In a comically low voice, Mikey 'drawled,' "Hey baby, I wanna pound your cootchie with my huge wiener."
We all burst out laughing.
Mikey turned away from the phone to giggle, allowing us to hear Mel. She was screaming, "Who are you, motherfucker? If I find you, you won't have a wiener to pound anyone's cootchie with!"
Mikey continued, in his imitation of Barry White, "Come on, baby. I know you want the dick. I know you wanna feel it sliding in and out of you."
Justin was laughing so hard that tears had sprung to his eyes, though he tried to muffle the sound by burying his face in my chest. I took the opportunity to hold my Angel tight. God he felt so good in my arms.
Suddenly we heard Mel bellow, "Michael, is that you?"
Mikey's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He cried out, "Oh shit!" and threw the phone at Ben. Then he started giggling when Ben put the phone to his ear and said in his most ZenBen voice, "Mel, this is Ben. Michael accidentally called you. He thought he was talking to me."
Mel snapped (so loud that we could all hear her), "Why would he call you if you were with him, and since when have you had a 'cootchie?'"
Ben rubbed his forehead. "Uhhh…."
I laughed my ass off. For a solid thirty seconds. Then I crooked a finger, indicating that he should toss me the phone. He did (and breathed a sigh of relief).
"Mel, this is Brian. Mikey and Ben are drunk. Mikey was just fucking around."
Suddenly Lindsay was on the phone, asking, "You're having a party? Why didn't you invite us?"
Justin started laughing even harder, but now he was pointing at me, too. I flicked him in the forehead. He frowned and rubbed his head. I sighed and then 'kissed it better.' He rewarded me with a bright smile. I found myself smiling, too. I was so caught up in Justin that I'd stopped listening to Lindsay. The last thing I heard her say was "We'll see you soon!" Then she hung up.
I tossed the phone at Mikey, hard, and hissed, "That's just great, Mikey! Now the fucking munchers are coming!"
Justin nearly rolled off of my lap he was laughing so hard. Meanwhile Mikey shrugged and looked at me innocently. "Maybe they like acid…"
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "There goes my visitation with Sonnyboy."
Justin lifted my chin with a finger and gave me his best serious stare. Unfortunately, he kept breaking into giggles. "Brian." Giggle. "Wait, wait." Giggle. Deep breath. "Brian. You're…" Giggle. "You're being paranoid. We'll just maintain for a little while."
I tilted my head and gave him a blank stare. "You can't even maintain a straight face for two minutes."
Justin folded his arms on his chest and pouted. "I can, too!"
I rolled my lips into my mouth. Then I whispered in his ear, "Wiener."
Justin started giggling again. He covered his eyes with his hands and lamented, "You're right. We're fucked!"
Auntie Em froze and then jumped up. "That's it! Fuck."
I quirked an eyebrow. Everybody else gaped (even Justin; he'd come out of hiding).
"Let's all fuck! Then they'll definitely leave right away! I'm brilliant!" He took a bow.
Justin giggled and waggled his eyebrows at me. "I like that idea." Then he straddled me and started rubbing his cock against mine (which had been half-hard pretty much since the game began), while also lifting up my shirt and licking and sucking on my left nipple. In seconds, my dick was as hard as a rock.
Daphne furrowed her brow. "But…we're having fun. Don't you think they might want to have fun, too?"
Justin hadn't heard a word his best friend had said. He was now moaning and trying to unfasten my jeans. "Mmmm…Brian you're wearing too many clothes." He scratched his head. "How're you gonna fuck me with all these clothes on?"
I smirked. "Pardon us for a moment." Then I carried a wiggly and very horny Justin into the bedroom, where he proceeded to narrate our fuck.
"Oh yeah, that's it, lick my hole. Ohhhh, yeah. That feels soooo incredible."
"Could you spank me a little? I've been…I've been a very naughty boy."
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
"Ohhh, Ohhhh…harder, faster. Please…"
Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack.
"Oh…I feel like I'm floating…fuck…fuck me."
"Oh! Oh yeah. Ram my tight little ass with your huge, no ginormous, cock!"
"Mmmm…oh wait. Wait. I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you. You always taste so good. Your lips, they're so soft, but firm, too. No one can kiss like you do."
Bounce.
Kissing noises.
(muffled) "Brian, oh Brian…"
Creaking (though quieter than that made by regular beds).
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Brian, Brian, I'm…I'm…gonna cum…OHHHHH!! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
Bounce.
Heavy panting.
"That was fucking amazing!"
"Fuck yeah, it was!"
(in a whisper) "I love you, Master."
(in a whisper) "I love you, too, Angel."
A couple minutes later, we were dressed again, though sweaty and a bit rumpled, and sitting back on the couch. Justin was in my lap again, his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder, his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face.
Archie couldn't even look at us. He stared at the floor. But Mikey had no trouble. In fact, he was eying us up and down. Suspiciously. After a minute or two, I snapped, "What?"
Justin lifted his head and opened his eyes.
Mikey asked petulantly, "Why did Justin call you Master, Brian?"
I just stared at him and tried to maintain an impassive expression. Thankfully, I was saved from answering by the bell (well, a knock really). The munchers had arrived.
A/N: In Pieces world, Mel and Lindsay are not in the process of having another baby, not yet anyway.
Mikey cried out, "Oh fuck! They're here. Hide!" Then he ran behind the chaise and hunched down. I rolled my eyes. I pushed Justin off my lap and into a standing position. Then I took his hand and headed for the door. I laughed and shook my head when I saw Mikey moving as Emmett moved so that he was continually hidden from view. I took a deep breath and slid the loft door open.
Lindsay smiled brightly and said, "Hi!" Then I stepped aside and let her and Mel in. Mel looked around at everyone, her brow furrowed as though she were deep in thought. Then she asked, a hard edge to her voice, "Why are all your pupils dilated so much? And why is Michael hiding behind Emmett?"
Realizing that he'd been spotted, Mikey exclaimed, "Shit!" and hunched down even more.
I couldn't help but chuckle. Mel hissed, "Did you all drop acid?"
Justin smiled and nodded excitedly, like a little kid on Christmas morning. "We have more if you want some!"
Lindsay's eyes widened, as did her smile. "Oh Mel, could we?"
Mel shot her partner an incredulous look.
Lindsay leaned in and kissed Mel gently on the lips. Then she took her hand and squeezed it. "Come on, it'll be fun. We're always so busy being parents that we hardly ever have fun anymore."
"Lindsay…"
Lindsay grinned, and, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she whispered into Mel's ear, "I bet sex on acid is incredible!"
Mel stared at her partner for a few moments before smiling softly and nodding. "Ok."
Lindsay actually jumped a little and giggled. I drawled, "Mikey, I think it's safe to come out now."
Mikey poked his head out from behind the chaise, and then, after a moment's hesitation, he crawled back over to Ben. Ben smiled. "I was wondering where you disappeared to." I shook my head. Acid was the great equalizer. Ben pulled Mikey into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Mikey snuggled deeper into his embrace.
That was the beginning of phase two in the chaos the loft had been thrown into. Twenty minutes later, Justin and I were back on the couch, playing Truth or Dare once more, but now Mel and Linds were sitting together on the floor next to dead man walking. Or dead man sitting, I guess. Mikey asked Justin, "Truth or Dare?"
Justin, who was back on my lap, his head resting on my shoulder, nuzzled my neck as he pondered this question. He brushed his lips, gently, so gently, over my earlobe causing me to shiver and giggle. Yes, giggle. Finally, he turned toward Mikey and said "Truth."
Mikey's eyes narrowed. He inquired, "Why did you call Brian Master before?"
Justin smiled and replied simply, "Cause that's what he is." As if that explained everything.
Mikey scratched his head. "You mean, like a master at sex?"
Justin looked at Mikey like he'd said monkeys had wings. He laughed and shook his head. "No…Cause Brian's my Master."
"Like he orders you around? Like you're his slave?"
Ted, Emmy Lou, Jughead, Brent, Lindsay, and Mel were staring at Justin, eyes wide. Ben had tilted his head and was also watching Justin, his chin resting on Mikey's shoulder. He didn't seem shocked at all.
Daphne was shaking her head. She started to answer for Justin. I quirked an eyebrow. "Justin lets Brian do his, you know, his control freak thing (my eyes widened at this), and, in return, Brian worships Justin (Mikey looked at me then, jealousy clouding his eyes; I took Justin's hand in mine and threaded our fingers together. I could feel him smile against my neck). They provide for each other's, you know, physical and emotional needs, but, like, in different ways. Brian (she pointed to me and then furrowed her brow, as though she were trying to remember something, probably what Justin had told her) Brian….takes pleasure in and is, like, comforted by Justin's obedience and desire to please, and Justin, well, he gets the same, you know, pleasure and comfort from Brian's…Brian's…shit! Um…from the way he looks at Justin, his…"
Ben interjected, in a soft voice, "His reverential gaze."
Daphne smiled and clapped her hands. "That's exactly it! Yeah, his reverential gaze. Doesn't that sound cool?"
Ted, Emmy Lou, Jughead, Brent, Mikey, Lindsay, and Mel didn't seem to know what to make of this.
Daphne added brightly, "And…and…well, you know that they're gonna get married, right? (Mel and Linds looked at me in surprise), well, it's not going to be a regular ceremony. It's gonna be a…a…what did you call it, Jus?"
"A collaring ceremony."
"Yeah. That's it."
Auntie Em jumped a little. "Ooo…a leather wedding! Can I help you plan it, Justin?"
Justin shrugged and smiled. "Sure."
Ted, Moose, and Boyd were still staring at Justin, eyes wide, and Mikey, Linds, and Mel were shaking their heads.
Daphne harrumphed when she perceived Mikey, Mel, and Linds's disapproval. "Well I think it's great! Brian is finally able to tell Justin all the things he needs to hear, they aren't tricking anymore, and Brian even bought him a ring." She took Justin's hand and lifted it up for all to see. Then in an awed whisper, she continued, "And, you know what it says on the inside part?"
She waited a few seconds for impact, and then, still in that awed whisper, she said, "Angel, Angel's what Brian calls Justin, 'Angel, my heart beats only for you.'"
Emmy Lou and even Linds awwed. Mel still seemed leery, but she looked less hostile, and Mikey looked so jealous; he was glaring at Justin. I turned and kissed Justin softly on the lips. Daphne sighed, "Shit if that's what it's like, I'd love for some hot guy to collar me!"
I chuckled, and Justin beamed. I held him tighter. I was kind of glad that Daphne couldn't keep anything to herself. I didn't want Justin to feel like our relationship was something to be ashamed of. Something less than what everyone else had. He'd felt that way for far too long already, before our relationship had changed.
Justin asked Ted, "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Mmmm…I dare you…to dance like ballerina, no, no, a slutty ballerina and to strip as you pirouette!"
I whispered in Justin's ear, "And I thought I was evil…I'm impressed."
Justin just beamed.
Ted sighed and then stood up. Everyone watched him, eagerly anticipating the show.
Ted first removed his shoes and socks and then unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. Emmy Lou was whooping and Linds and Mel were yelling, "Ooo baby, take it off!"
Ted lifted one leg up, letting his pants slip off of it and bringing his foot, perfectly pointed, up to his knee. Then he placed the foot back down. Now it was pointed outward. Next he kicked his other leg back, sending his pants flying across the loft as he stretched his leg out and high behind him. Then he brought it back down, pushed his underwear (tighty whiteys, of course) down past his belly, and got up on both toes, arms out and curved in front of him. He jumped up and down a couple of times, which caused his underwear to fall the rest of the way. He jumped again, this time so that they fell past his ankles and onto the floor in a little pile.
I quirked an eyebrow. Ted was wayyyy too good at this. Everyone else had fallen into a stunned silence. Then Ted pulled his sweater off and, while pirouetting, twirled it above his head like a lasso, finally sending it flying across the room. He rose up onto his toes once more and then back down, ending with a deep bow. Auntie Em, Mikey, Ben, Mel, Linds, Justin, Brady, Moose, and Daphne all clapped and cheered as Ted collected his clothes and dressed.
Justin exclaimed, "Wow! I didn't know that you'd taken ballet."
Ted nodded. "For a few years. Baryshnikov was my idol. Course, I stopped dancing when the kids at school found out. They kept calling me Tedra Pavlova."
Emmy Lou wrinkled his nose and frowned. "Kids can be so cruel."
Ted nodded. Then he asked me, "Truth or Dare?"
Justin smiled and turned toward me, eager to hear my choice.
"Dare."
"I dare you to sing a song to Justin."
That got a few laughs.
"Can I just dedicate a dirty limerick to him?"
I cleared my throat and recited, "There once was a boy named Justin
After my cock he was always lustin
He'd lick and hum
And gulp down my cum
Like it was peach-flavored ice cream."
Mel and Jughead grimaced, Linds and Daphne smiled and shook their heads, Barry, Emmett, Mikey, and Ben grinned, and Justin giggled. And giggled. Then he giggled some more. I couldn't help but smile (and gaze at him a little).
But dead man twirling shook his head firmly. "It has to be a song. And you have to sing it."
I groaned.
After a couple minutes of dead silence, everyone staring at me in anticipation, and me racking my brain for a song, one popped into my head. It was perfect. I cleared my throat again and then began to sing (softly), all the while looking at Justin,
"Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the vine does twine,
Tell me why the sky is blue,
And I'll tell you why I love you."
Everyone just gaped at me, stunned. Well, except Justin. He was suddenly troubled by his allergies.
I muttered, "Sentimental twat," wiped away his tears, and then kissed him passionately. A couple minutes in, when Justin had moved to straddle (and grind against) me, my fingers tangled in silky blond hair, we were attacked with a barrage of pillows from all directions. I broke our kiss and snarled, "What the fuck?"
Ted deadpanned, "Uh, it's your turn…"
Justin and I both sighed (at the same exact moment), and he turned so he was sitting sideways in my lap.
Emmy Lou inquired hesitantly, "How did you know that song anyway?"
I looked down at the floor and cleared my throat. "My…my mother used to sing it to me."
Then I laughed, not a little bitterly. "Funny, right?"
Avoiding everyone's eyes, I smirked and asked Mel, as evenly as I could, "Truth or Dare?"
Her eyes held mine for a few seconds. She could see the challenge there. Never one to back down, even when it was in her best interest, she replied, "Dare."
My tongue firmly planted in my cheek, I said, "I dare you to get a beer out of the fridge, drink it, and then blow it."
That elicited quite a few gasps and giggles and one angry exclamation ("Brian!") from Lindsay.
My eyes never left Mel's. She gritted her teeth, but then went for a beer. She actually rinsed it off before bringing it back. Then she slammed it.
"How long?"
"A minute."
"Start timing me."
I pulled out my cell phone and hit the stop watch. "Go."
Lindsay was desperately trying not to laugh, but she was having trouble, so she hid her face with her hands, although she peeked through her fingers once in a while.
Mel licked the bottle from bottom to top (on all 'sides') in four long licks. Then she took three-quarters of the bottle into her mouth, earning her hoots and whoops from the peanut gallery (she had nearly seven inches in her mouth). Then she bobbed her head, drawing the bottle in and out, taking a little more each time.
Finally I called, "Time."
Mel smiled at me triumphantly. Impressed, I nodded.
Emmett shook his head. "What a loss for dick the world over!"
That gave just about everyone a giggle, even Archie.