Justin woke up to the sounds of water, a lot of water… shower? Then it dawned on him that he had fallen asleep. Why hadn't Brian woken him up? He needed a shower, too. Well, maybe not needed, but certainly wanted, especially if Brian was in the shower... yum! The shower turned off, oh well, he still could go in there and start it back up.
He was comfy though, too. These beds were great, almost as comfortable as their bed in Britin. They lived in Britin, were married, bare backing, and now celebrating Justin's birthday… at a bed and breakfast. Life couldn't get much better than this. He couldn't believe what Brian had gotten him. The scarves were beautiful, but…
His thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening and Brian stepping out; slightly damp, completely naked, semi-hard cock hanging from his now freshly washed pubes… god Brian was beautiful.
Always feeling eyes on him, especially when they were Justin's, knew he was being watched. He threw the towel that he had been drying his hair with in the bathroom before returning to the bed, and Justin. He knew he should have gotten Justin up to join him, but he needed a moment to himself to think. To remember this evening, and to remind himself that no matter what he thought about the past or what he had done, or hadn't done, this was their first year officially together and this was Justin's first birthday as his husband, so it was going to remain special. He knew how he felt about Justin and it was a lot easier to express his feelings, but he still had moments where his brain wanted to put up his walls and push Justin away… and the moment he thought about Justin all was right, again.
He walked over to the bed, over to a naked, sated, and very happy looking Justin. Well maybe sated wasn't exactly the right word. He didn't want to jack off in the shower, but it was hard not to, showers always did that to him, because showers always reminded him of all the showers he took with Justin. And since Justin had just woken up, he had his typical just waking up hard on. Not fully hard, but hard enough to certainly take notice of… and he was more than happy to take notice and help.
They were both admiring the view of their partner as Brian walked toward the bed, both appreciating each other's naked form, and one quickly hardening part of said forms.
Brian got into bed, but didn't lie down on any side, he moved so that was lying directly on top of Justin, who naturally wrapped one leg around Brian, the other caressing Brian's leg with his foot. Brian leaned up on his elbows hovering over Justin, running his hands through Justin's hair, while Justin ran his own hands over Brian's back and arms. They stared into each other's eyes, delighting in the feelings, the pleasure, enjoying the pressure of each other's naked bodies on their cocks, along with just the feeling of being together.
Brian leaned down and kissed Justin, a soft kiss, barely there, once, twice. Justin had different ideas, he took one hand and brought Brian's head closer and deepened the kiss. Both opening their mouth for each other, entering each other with their tongues, mirroring the act their hips were trying to play out. It wasn't frenzied or hurried, nor was it hard and fast. They weren't rutting against each other desperately, it was just to enjoy the pleasure, the touch, the feel, knowing that whenever they were ready, they could begin again… and never have to worry about condoms.
Brian never thought he could be the monogamous kind, thinking that there would always be a situation where he would fail and fall back to his old ways. And he never made a promise he couldn't keep. After much debate and conflict, mainly in his own mind, he realized that he didn't need to put himself into situations where he would be tempted. He didn't fuck his clients to get an account, hadn't since the cancer. After he was better and he was still getting accounts, he knew he didn't need to. And once he had experienced Justin raw, he fucked Justin first, of course, but then he let Justin top him… he knew he would never need to feel another, never look for another, and never want another.
The thought of having to go back to using condoms after experiencing that naked heat, feeling every pulse and throb, sensing even more that your partner was ready to come, and then feeling your come inside your lover and your lovers come inside you. They had been so hard, so wrought with pleasure, so taken and beside themselves with ecstasy that that first week they didn't leave Britin, they cancelled all plans to go anywhere. They recovered so damn fast between rounds that they rarely weren't hard, and then they could use their own come as lube… it was so fucking hot and such a huge fucking turn on… and it was so much more than physical… the emotions and psychological state you had to be in to allow your lover that access to you… it's amazing.
After kissing Justin for what seemed like an eternity, and never long enough, Brian pulled back, kissing one more time, softly.
"So are you having a good birthday, Sunshine?"
"The best… I mean it, the best birthday I've ever had."
"Well in that case, we'll probably never celebrate your birthday again."
"What, why?"
Brain noticed a slight panic in Justin's voice, a little concern, not sure if Brian was playing or not.
"If this was the best, then how am I supposed to top it next year?"
"Oh… Brian… you had me worried."
"Hmmm... maybe we'll just have to equal this birthday then, and come back here each year."
"Oh my god, you mean it… you'd come back here, just for me?"
"Anything for you Sunshine… certainly your gift should say that."
"Brian… you… that and more. Everything you've done, from my first computer to pushing me away for my own good to Britin to asking me to marry you, then actually getting married, and being able to fuck bareback."
"I must say I'm rather fond of the last one."
"Mmm… it is one of the best there isn't it?"
"One of the best… what could possibly be better?" Brian asked almost incredulously.
"Coming back here of course… I get to eat their desserts every year for my birthday."
Brian bursts out laughing at that, he can't help it. "You're such a…"
"Twat?"
"What have I told you…"
"About finishing each other's sentences?"
Brian glares at him, just barely containing a playful smile.
"I know, I know… that's why I don't do it in front of other people."
"I love you Justin."
Justin gasps, not only from the sudden statement, but the use of his name, and both together.
"What's gotten in to you… you've become this romantic version of Brian Kinney and while I love it, I'm not sure my brain can handle it."
"Well, you've gotten in to me," he says with a sexy lilt to his voice and one eyebrow raised, "I had time to think in the shower and I just realized that I really do love you, and while it's taken me a long time to figure that out and be here for you and support you… I don't want to live in the past anymore. I want to live in the now, with you by my side… or under me or on top of me, as the case may be."
Justin was fighting back tears, and chuckles a little, although it sounds kind of funny.
"My sentimental little twat."
They both chuckle at that.
"I love you, too Brian. Always, no matter what. I'm never going anywhere again and I'll follow you anywhere you want to go."
"Likewise Sunshine… and I know you love me, and I'll never push you away again, cause… I don't think I could make it without you."
Justin knows, they've had this conversation before, and he knows it's hard for Brian to talk about his emotions, no matter how open he is now compared to ever before.
"And I know I can't make it without you… and we'll never have to."
Brian smiles a tender loving smile at Justin and leans down to kiss him again. Justin pulls away this time.
"I just can't believe that you got me those tickets."
"I knew it was something you've always wanted, and I wanted to give you something special, something you wouldn't get yourself, and something that you didn't already have."
"Well you certainly managed to do all that… it's just… I've always wanted to go to Italy, to see the great artists. I love painting modern and abstract art, and I think modern artists are amazing, but to see the greats, the masters, in the birthplace of some of the greatest painters and sculptors of all time… oh my god, Brian… I'll get to see Michelangelo's David,Pieta, the Sistine Chapel. We'll see Renoir, Monet, Raphael, Duccio, Titian…"
"Slow down Picasso."
"Oooh... we'll be able to see him, too. And the architecture."
"The architecture? I thought you wanted to see the paintings."
"Well of course I want to see the paintings, and the sculptures, and the gardens, but did you know that during the second half of Michelangelo's life he designed, sculpted and carved architecture, inside and outside buildings?"
"I did not know that Sunshine… so I'm assuming you want to go see all of this, huh?"
"Can we, I mean, how long are we staying for?"
Brian can't help but chuckle at Justin's enthusiasm, and his knowledge in all things art. He knows going to Italy, possibly France, is a big thing for most artists, to see the true masters and their creations.
"Personally I'm looking forward to being in the birthplace and home to Armani, Gucci, Cavalli, Versace…"
"Brian… label queen… so we'll be going for 2 months?"
"Two months… where did you get…" he sees Justin's teasing eyes and little smile and trying not to laugh.
"Why you little…" and he attacks, and starts tickling right where he knows Justin is ticklish. He loves hearing Justin laugh, almost as much as he loves hearing Justin's moans.
"Stop *laugh* Brian *giggle* I can't…" Brian changes tactics, and instead of tickling, moves his hand lower and rubs Justin's cock. His laughter turns to moans and his giggling Brian's name becomes an erotic gasp as he starts thrusting into Brian's hand, suddenly desperate to come.
Brian releases his grip a little and pushes into Justin to holds his hips still, but still stroking, "easy Sunshine, we have more than enough time."
"Don't want… easy… need you… please…"
Justin's so hot when he begs... and who is Brian to deny such a heated, passionate request. He reaches over for the lube, but Justin stops him.
"Don't need it… just you, Brian."
Brain can't help but moan a little. They usually use lube, with or without condoms, but Brian forgets sometimes that without condoms, the lube from before is still there, as well as Brian's come… still sitting there. God, what a rush, he thinks, it's at times like this, as he feels Justin's actually still wet hole, and sliding in again, without any preparation at all, that he wonders why it took him so long to commit to Justin.
They both moan each other's name in response as Brian slides in to Justin's moist, tight heat. And now Brian's the one that can't slow down, needing to take Justin hard and fast and deep. He pulls Justin's legs up over his shoulders, slides his own legs under and to the side of Justin's ass and back and folds Justin practically in half as he pounds as hard and deep as he possibly get. He attacks Justin's lips, kissing him as if his life depended on it; Justin's meeting each thrust, each movement, each kiss, momentarily thinking about another hotel, oh so long ago, that Brian took him this hard in.
Little does Justin know that Brian was having similar thoughts. The moment he went to enter Justin, laying there on white sheets, overcome with lust, needing Brian, he immediately thought of that hotel. He should have known then that he would never be rid of Justin… and he's so glad now that he isn't. He took Justin just as hard and rough and demanding he had that night… but this time was so much more. It wasn't out of anger, or desperation, or lust… this was passion, and devotion and raw unadulterated lust made all the sweeter with the trust and love that was always there, now.
Brian lifts his head a moment, cradling Justin's head in his hands, while Justin is trying to pull Brian even deeper. Their foreheads touch, eyes open a little, and they look at each other, and realize they're both thinking the same thing… they smile, just like they did that night, and continue to kiss and lick and suck each other's tongues and lips. Their hips continue to rock together in a perfect rhythm that they've always had, that just seems to get better each time they fuck or make love.
Justin knows he's about to come, and wants Brian to come at the same time. Right before the point where he has to come and can't stop, he starts squeezing his ass, tightening the grip it had on Brian's cock. Brian groan's Justin's name, knowing what Justin is saying. He reaches between them and starts stroking Justin's cock, fast, in time with his thrusts, which also speed up. Both moaning into each other's mouths as they continue to kiss with wild abandon.
Justin comes first, squirting all over his chest and Brian's hand, his ass clenching in conjunction with his orgasm, milking Brian's come out of him. He feels like he's shooting buckets into Justin's sweet tight ass, and loving the fact that now Justin's ass and his own cock is covered in his come. And as exhausted as he might be, he knows it's late, well, late for them, which is really late for most, he keeps thrusting just a little to keep his come inside Justin, keeping himself imbedded deep, knowing how Justin loves that full feeling. He's familiar with that feeling of fullness and completeness, cause he feels it whenever Justin is in him… huh, he thinks, that gives him an idea for later. He needs to think of some way for him and Justin to be full at the same time.
Brian's softening cock slips out of Justin slowly, both feeling the loss, but still knowing that they are at least in each other's arms and that makes up for that momentary emptiness. Brian reaches over to the cart for a napkin to wipe up the Justin's chest and his hand, as well as Justin's hole, a little, he doesn't mind seeing his come there, but it's uncomfortable to sleep when wet. Justin moans soft, sweet contented moans at Brian cleans him.
Brian pulls the blanket over both of them and pulls Justin back into his arms and lays on his back. Justin lays almost on top of him, one arm and leg wrapped around Brian, feeling safe, and sated, and comfy and wonderful, and Brian's feeling the exact same way. He has his Sunshine in his arms, they've had amazing sex, and they still have the whole weekend to explore each other with absolutely no interruptions.