A/N: I do believe I have gone more than a week without updating... I am so sorry... RL kicks butt sometimes, and with homework and a family, you can't kick back. Anyway, here's two chapters for you. Enjoy!
Justin is so excited he can barely contain himself, not to mention willing down his libido, since he didn't come and he's really horny, but Brian getting him a birthday gift was more than he could hope for. He thought for sure just being here was more than enough… and where the hell did he get them? Brian didn't even know they were coming here, how… it's Brian, he always does things no one else can figure out… including Justin, rare, but it happens.
Justin hears Brian moving around, opening drawers, and then he hears the cart moving closer, then going into the bathroom? Okay… after a couple minutes the bed shifts and he knows Brian is sitting on the bed and he feels it moving as Brian comes closer.
"You can open your eyes, Sunshine."
He opens his eyes and looks at Brian, first, sees the cart, and is trying not to be disappointed till he sees a small box and envelope on the bed.
"Open the box first."
Justin picks up the box and carefully starts unwrapping it.
"You and your artistic nature… it's wrapping paper, not a work of art."
"Yes it is, in its own way, every package has a story, every paper taken off a gift has a story… the thought that went behind it, the emotions in putting it together, the…"
"Justin… I didn't even wrap it, just open the fucking thing."
Justin holds in a chuckle.
"I figured… but I don't want Cynthia's hard work to go to waste, and I know she would have put in just as much effort that you would have had you tried."
Brian scowls in answer. The little twat always did know him too damned well. Then again, no one else knew him like Justin did, and Justin was still here, had accepted him, loved him and married him… so not all bad. He was very anxious for Justin to get on with this though; he really wanted to see him open the envelope.
"Brian, these are beautiful… so much like… but different colors."
"I know, I saw them and just… it reminded me of that night… but these weren't white, but they match your eyes beautifully, I knew they would."
"I can only remember bits and pieces, but I remember enough to know how stunning you looked in all black, with just a white scarf, it was… you were… I knew, that night…"
"I know Sunshine. That's part of why I got these, to celebrate that you remembered, even if just a small bit. You looked pretty hot that night, too, and the scarf around your neck was, well, before, you know…"
"Brian… hey, it's okay, we don't have to go there, not tonight, not again. And this time we each have one, I'm assuming that's why one is green and one is blue?"
Brian nods, working on being able to speak again. He knew how those scarves affected him in the first place, and he was hoping to make it through this night without too many emotions at seeing Justin open them. … Time to lighten the mood.
"There's another reason I bought these, these are multipurpose scarves."
Justin raises an eyebrow in question, "multipurpose?"
"Mm hmm… after you open your other present I'll show their other purpose, even if we will have to get them dry-cleaned."
"Why would you need to…," he blushes a little and giggles, "oh."
"Oh, indeed… now open your other present and then we can both have dessert," he says seductively.
Justin gets chills from the open want and desire in Brian's voice. He knows what the scarves are for now, and as nervous as he gets sometimes with the things Brian comes up with, he has yet to try anything with this sexy man that he hasn't absolutely loved. Grinning, he picks up the envelope and carefully opening it, chuckling at Brian's eye roll.
The first thing he pulls out is an actual birthday card, but it's beautiful, very simple, yet elegant. All one color, a very dark chocolate brown, but shiny, with a picture of his favorite dessert on the front with … 7 candles. … Weird… artistically it's beautiful, with the candles highlighting the area all around the dessert, making it glow and almost radiate off the page. He opens it wondering if the inside will explain anything or even say anything, this is Brian Kinney here.
"My brilliant Sunshine,
You have helped me change so much, and so much for the better. I never thought I would be a father, never wanted to. I never thought I could have a partner, I definitely didn't want to. And I never wanted to be a husband, not after the role models I had.
You helped me become a father, a real father, a good father. You made me want to be a better man so I could deserve a partner. And you made me want to have you as a husband and be a good husband to you.
As far as the 7 candles, yes I know how you're mind works, you're wondering… this is for all the previous birthdays I missed cause I was too busy being a selfish asshole to want to celebrate… you.
Happy Birthday."
Justin had a really hard time reading that, his eyes were so wet with many tears being shed. Boy when Brian wanted to make a point, he certainly went over the top… hello, Britin? … but, god he loved this man with every fiber of his being, he didn't know what he did to deserve this man, he's pretty sure he doesn't, but he knows Brian deserves absolutely every happiness he thinks he's given him, he hopes he's given him more than enough to show Brian how truly wonderful he is… and based on that card, which he's thinking about having framed, he knows Brian truly appreciates everything they mean to each other and everything they have.
He dries his eyes and blows his nose, on a tissue that just happened to appear in front of his face, right after he put down the card, but hasn't looked up yet, he has to get his emotions in check before looking at Brian, or he knows he'll just break down again.
"There's more," Brian whispers quietly. He knows Justin hears him, when he just nods and, with shaking hands, reaches for the envelope to pull out the papers in there. As all this was happening, Brian was really glad they were in a hotel, albeit a bed and breakfast. He was planning on giving these things to Justin later this weekend at home, but now he's really glad that Justin decided to come here.
They get a lot less visitors to Britin than they ever did to the loft (and he loves that), but knowing their family they'd all rush out to see Justin with well wishes and food and gifts and who knows what else and probably drag them both to Babylon… and he didn't want this moment interrupted for anything in the world… well, except if there was an emergency with Gus, but he knew there wouldn't be because they had just visited Gus and the munchers the previous weekend.
He hears a little gasp and looks up at the same moment Justin looks at him. He doesn't see what Justin does next coming, though. Justin launches himself at Brian, knocking them both to the floor, but that doesn't seem to stop Justin's attack on Brian's lips, cheeks and face.
"Justin!"
Justin stops, and with still teary, red eyes, wet cheeks and runny nose (Justin looks so cute, red and wet, but cute) looks at Brian questioningly… until he realizes that they fell to the floor. Justin looks properly ashamed, but not so much that he can't stop smiling… and sniffling.
"Sorry."
"Can we get off the floor and back into bed now?"
Justin quirks an eyebrow at Brian, there was a time when the floor was more than acceptable… come to think of it, it was just last week, but … oh my god, Justin thinks, he knocked them on the floor and Brian hit first… and even with a fantastic ass, Brian didn't have nearly the padding Justin had.
"I'm sorry Brian, are you okay, you hurt?"
"Justin… I'm fine, you twat… and that quirk only works when you're not all wet and red from all the water works," he says, trying to stay light-hearted, he doesn't want Justin to feel bad, "I don't have a bubble butt and it's not that great to fall on my ass, no matter how hot the guy doing the pushing is."
Justin giggles, then he realizes what Brian said about red and wet, and goes to the bathroom.
"Ewww… Brian you didn't tell me my eyes were puffy, cheeks wet and my nose dripping… no wonder you didn't really kiss me back, I look gross."
"Drama Princess," he calls into the bathroom after Justin's little rant, "I didn't kiss you back because I just fell to the floor, on my ass, after you attacked me… I was in shock… you're a strong little fucker."
Justin chuckles as he's coming back from the bathroom… and while still a little red, no longer wet, and his nose is fine. He stops immediately at seeing Brian, who is completely naked, beautiful, hard… perfect. Standing next to the bed holding the ends of the scarves, which are now tied to the rods in the headboard, the cart right next to the pillows, and the look on Brian's face… is the exact same look when Brian first saw him on Liberty Avenue, under that infamous streetlamp (well, at least it's infamous in his own mind).
Brian wasn't sure what he wanted to say next, but he figured the look said it all. And clearly it said more than enough, because Justin immediately dropped his robe, walked right up to Brian, hooked one hand behind his head and the other hand around his cock and kissed him, with all the love and thanks and appreciation and devotion and lust he felt for this man. Brian gladly and willingly gave it all back, with each shared moan, and lick, and caress. Brian dropped the scarves, so he could reach down and grab both of Justin's bountiful ass cheeks. Their tongues dueled, their lips fought… in a primal erotic battle as old as time.
Brian broke away first, and reluctantly released one of Justin's cheeks to move Justin's hand off his cock.
Justin groaned in disappointment, he loved holding Brian's cock, kissing Brian, stroking Brian, touching him, anywhere, he didn't want to let go… he even forgot his dessert was still sitting there.
Brian chuckled a little, always so amused how passionate Justin was, in everything he did. He was so responsive that very first night, to absolutely everything he did… and he hadn't changed a bit, in that aspect, Justin still responding completely and passionately to everything Brian did to him.
"Go lay down Justin, on your back… I need to see your face."
Justin looked momentarily stunned. He loved it when Brian called him Sunshine, and he rarely used his name. But when he did use it, outside of annoyance or anger, and in the heat of the moment… Justin never thought his name sounded better. He nodded, turned and crawled on to the bed. He noticed the dessert cart as he turned, Brian always could make him forget everything else in the world. He was pretty sure if the world were ending, he'd want to spend it kissing Brian. As he crawled, though, he had to suppress a chuckle at the predatory like growl he heard from Brian, knowing how exposed he was, and adding a little swish to the hip with each movement.
"You're adding fuel to the fire, Sunshine."
Justin turned around, laid down, spread eagle on the bed, looked at Brian as lustfully as he felt.
"Then come feel the heat and burn off my desire."
Brian couldn't help moan at that, no matter how cheesy it sounded, it sounded so fucking hot coming from Justin's lips that he didn't even bother commenting on how ridiculous he sounded.
With slow, seductive, sensual movements, Brian stalked over to the bed, tying Justin's hands with each scarf. It was only tight enough to hold him, they both knew Justin could pull free if he wanted or needed to. After each hand was secured, he had to stand back and admire the view for a moment. Justin looked absolutely radiant, with the glow and flush that only arousal can bring. His blue eyes a darker blue, darkened with desire, slightly swollen lips from their animalistic kisses, his little pink nipples a darker pink, and hard. He was panting with need, his stomach moving faster than normal, his cock hard, almost purple, twitching in anticipation, and dripping. God, he was magnificent… and suddenly he understood why Justin was always drawing him, if he was an artist he would sketch this moment, this picture, this glorious beauty over and over again.
"Now I think we're ready for dessert… what do you think, Sunshine?"
Justin just nodded, unable to speak, unable to beg, or do much of anything. He really felt he was Brian's dessert, and the look on Brian's face said he was about to be consumed, and he couldn't wait.
Brian walked over to the side of the bed, with the cart of dessert, quickly finding what he wanted.
"You know how I feel about carbs, but I also know you have been patiently waiting your dessert, so while you eat, I'll just have to enjoy the flavors of these little delicacies after you eat them."
Justin moans again, far beyond all coherent thought. He knew those desserts looked good, but Brian feeding him and then tasting them from his mouth… at that moment he was really glad he was tied to the bed or he would have attacked Brian again and ravaged his mouth and body long before Brian could do what he wanted.
Brian chuckled huskily at Justin's lack of comment, but very much appreciating his little noises, and his deep breathing, struggling with the need to be touched. His Sunshine had a lot less control than he did, but could go longer without coming. He'd have to make sure his Sunshine was more than taken care of this night.
Moving very carefully so he didn't touch Justin, anywhere, he picked up the (all be damned, he thought, they actually have little name cards on the tray identifying what each dessert was) Belgian Chocolate Dipped Vanilla Cream Stuffed Éclair and held it over Justin's mouth, running the dripping cream along Justin's lips. Justin moaned in response, to not only the contact, but the smell, the taste (it was divine) and the fact that it was Brian feeding him… and it looked like Brian was just as turned on as Justin was. Justin opened his mouth to take a bite, and Brian fed him, slowly pushing the éclair into Justin's mouth, very reminiscent of what Justin had done earlier, right before the dessert arrived.
Justin moaned even louder as he bit and chewed this amazing delicacy. Thoroughly enjoying the chocolate and cream and pastry. He swallowed and looked again to Brian, who had moved the rest of the éclair back to Justin's mouth for his next bite. Again Justin moaned at the flavors, the site, the incredibly intimate act of having your partner, your lover, your husband feed you. As Justin relished in the bite and swallow of the other half of this mini dessert, he saw, and more than approved, of Brian descending down to meet his lips in a sensual kiss that curled his toes and made him see stars. Brian licked Justin's lips first, appreciating the taste of cream and chocolate mixed with Justin. They both moaned at the contact, Justin opened right up and moved his head to kiss Brian's mouth, to suck his tongue in, and lick it, just like he had Brian's cock earlier.
Brian swore this was the only way to eat dessert, and he promised himself and Justin right then and there that anytime he could, this is exactly how he would eat dessert from then on. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, knowing there was more than enough dessert to share, loving the closeness he felt at feeding Justin this way. Brian gave Justin a quick kiss, pulling back before Justin could suck his tongue or lips again, before reaching over to get something else. He picked up the Citrus Tartlet with Chocolate Crust and Fresh Fruit Topping.
Brian took each of the fruit pieces and slowly fed them to Justin one at a time: blueberry, kiwi slice, and raspberry. He then took the little tartlet and held it over Justin's mouth, who locked eyes with Brian, opened his mouth and sucked in the tartlet, along with Brian's fingers. Brian slowly extracted his fingers (ignoring his cock which was becoming harder and dripping more each time he put something in Justin's mouth) and leant down to savor his Justin dessert once more. Both moaning again at the exquisite contact, savoring the flavor of the dessert almost as much as each other. Brian pulled back allowing Justin to finish the tartlet, but couldn't resist Justin's skin and started kissing his cheek and licking his lips.
Justin swallowed the tartlet, hoping and praying that Brian wouldn't do this with everything on that tray, his cock was so hard it hurt and every time Brian would kiss him or lick his lips, even just Brian watching him eat. He so needed Brian to hurry up and fuck him. But at the same time he was so enjoying the intimacy and the limited touching, that he didn't want this to end either.
Brian could tell that Justin was close to begging, and while he had no problem with Justin begging, because it was fucking hot, he had one more thing to do and didn't want Justin begging just yet. He hadn't planned on giving Justin everything on the tray, there was quite a bit there.
He leaned down to kiss Justin once more, savoring, again, the flavor of the dessert and Justin. Both moaning into the kiss, no matter how many kisses they shared or how many times they came, they would always get lost in their kisses. Brian moved away from Justin's mouth, kissing a trail to his ear, then whispering, "and now on to the main event."
Justin groaned at not only the words, the longing, he was so ready to come, but also at Brian's breath in his ear, his cheek against Brian's.
"Please."
Brian loved hearing Justin beg, and couldn't help but moan at Justin's begging, so beautifully, and sexily.
Brian wanted to please his lover, he wanted to take him, to pound into his tight ass, he needed relief, relief only Justin could give. But he also wanted to extend the pleasure he was giving to Justin as long as possible. Knowing Justin would be ready to come much sooner than him, he decided to prolong the sensations he knew he could make Justin feel.
He kissed and licked his way down to Justin's neck, stopping for a moment to nibble on his ear lobe, causing Justin to moan his name. He licked down to Justin's nipple, being very careful not to touch his body anywhere else. He licked the little nub until it was even harder, then carefully kissed his way over to the other and licked that little nub as well. Loving the sounds Justin was making at his ministrations, he licked a path down to Justin's navel, and down to his pubes. He put his nose and mouth as close as possible and inhaled Justin's unique musky scent, a scent that Brian had slowly grown to live for.
He moved his body all the way down, kissing and licking Justin's legs and feet, lightly touching them with his lips or hands, but purposely not touching Justin's cock, yet. He wanted him writhing, panting and wanton before he gave into to both their needs.
"Justin," he whispered almost reverently, as he spread Justin's legs wider, hardly controlling himself from ravishing his lover.
Justin moaned a response, trying to beg, but hardly able to think to say anything.
Brian picked up the tube of lube he brought with him, applied some to his fingers, all the while caressing Justin's balls with his other hand. He took a lubed finger and pushed on Justin's hole.
"Uuuhh!" Justin cried out, eyes tight shut, struggling for breath, crying out further as Brian pressed his finger in, all the way in, and all the way out, slowly moving in and out of Justin's ass, like his own cock was craving to do. As Justin lay there panting and moaning, he increased to 2 then 3 fingers, slowly working them in and out, stretching Justin, making sure he was completely lubed. Noticing that Justin was so wrapped up in the pleasure that Brian was giving him, he knew that Justin had no idea what he was doing, he was just lost is sensation. Brian bent forward and licked Justin's cock from base to tip.
"Aaaaah! Bri… Uh…" he loved it when he could get Justin to mutter incoherently, it meant he was so close it hurt. And that's just when Brian loved to take him, cause he knew that Justin would come fast and then ride the wave of that orgasm as Brian made love to him.
He lubed up his cock with his free hand, desperately wanting to jerk off and come, but even more so, to pound into Justin's sweet tight ass between those perfectly plump ass cheeks. Still hardly believing they had made the commitment to fuck raw. It wasn't a decision they made lightly, and while the anticipation had killed them, it had so been worth it. So many emotions and thoughts and fears and feelings flooded both their minds the moment the skin to skin contact was made, but forgotten almost instantly the moment Brian was completely inside Justin, raw.
He let go of his cock before he came on the bed. He sucked down Justin's cock, sucking and licking while stimulating his hole and brushing against his prostate, and Justin came, shouting his name… what a magnificent sound. He slowly removed his fingers from the contracting, twitching hole, Justin gasping at the loss, but still on fire and riding the orgasmic high from the blow job Brian just gave him.
Brian placed Justin's legs on his shoulders, grasped his cock and entered the most perfect ass he had ever had… the most perfect ass he would ever have… and knowing he would never need another, ever… why would he ever want anyone else, when he had this, Justin, fuck!
"Fuck, Sunshine."
"Bri…so… good…." Justin barely got out… he loved when Brian made love to him like this… he'd done it from almost their first night together, he'd make Justin come somehow and then immediately fuck him.
Brian slid all the way in, balls to cheeks, completely embedded… home. Brian felt like weeping for joy, again, at this most amazing man under him, who would allow him, after everything he'd done and everyone he'd said, into his body, his heart, his soul… and he wouldn't have it any other way. But he didn't weep, cause that was way more sentiment than he was comfortable with, and he'd much rather show Justin exactly what he felt.
Rocking and thrusting into each other, barely moving, but enough to feel every single movement, every wrinkle, every ridge, every bump, so hot, so tight, unbelievably moist from all the lube. Brian leaned forward to untie Justin's hands, needing to feel Justin's hands on his skin, kissing him while gliding his hand across Justin's arms to reach the scarves. Justin met each kiss, each thrust, each moment, moaning into each other's mouths.
Justin's hands were free and they traveled, seemingly on their own, right to Brian's back, to pull him tighter, deeper, hold him closer. He wrapped his legs around Brian's waist as tight as he could. Their kisses were hard and hungry, lips bruised, teeth clicked together, unable to get close enough, but knowing they were as close as two men could ever be.
Their lips broke apart momentarily, but stayed touching, so many sensations washing over them, through them, breathing in each other, unable to concentrate on anything other than where Brian entered Justin, pounding, thrusting, rocking as one. Hips meeting in a frenzied passionate dance that they had long since perfected, but trying to hold off the inevitable.
Justin was hard again, not surprising, his cock trapped between their abdomens, both covered in sweat. When Brian could feel Justin was getting close to coming, again, he pulled back a little and while still pounding into Justin's bountiful bottom (he'll appreciate that alliteration later), he looked Justin right in the eyes…
"Come… with me… Justin… come… now!"
They did come, at the exact same time, screaming each other's names, holding on for dear life as they rode their waves of one of their most powerful orgasms ever shared. Both bodies jerking as the pleasure washed through them.
Brian collapsed on Justin, Justin collapsing on to the bed, but not wanting to let Brian go. One thing they both loved so much about their journey to having sex raw was that they could stay in each other as long as they wanted. Brian had long ago figured out that Justin like Brian being on top of him and he didn't have to move, but with a condom, he had to move. Now, though, he didn't have to move, he could stay buried in Justin, until nature took over and his softened cock would slip out, but until then… they stayed wrapped in each other, joined together, riding high in post-orgasmic bliss.