A/N: This may have one scene that's ... unusual... but this is Brian and Justin... and I've actually heard a story similar to this in real life, so there you go. Hope you enjoy.
I'm giving you chapter a little earlier than planned since tomorrow is Turkey Day (or Thanksgiving :) ) for those of us in America and it's at my house and I do all the cooking and half of the baking. I definitely have fun, but I'll be busy tomorrow followed by shopping on Friday (yes I'm one of those crazy people who shop of "Black Friday"... yes that's what it's called... but only cause I want the free stuff 2 of my favorite stores give away).
Happy Turkey Day to all you Yanks eating some bird or tofu or whatever you eat, and putting up with family you don't normally see... bloody wankers! LOL!
They both got dressed, slowly, and made their way downstairs for breakfast, carefully. Brian's done this before with Justin, not very often, and even then they stayed at the loft, but he would still walk around with the plug in his ass. Not that he minded, Brian would get so turned on watching Justin move around, moaning a little at every move, whether standing or sitting, that Brian never lasted longer than a couple hours before he would attack Justin.
Justin wondered where breakfast was served, he noticed more than one restaurant looking area the previous afternoon, but was too interested in the menus to pay attention to seating arrangements. So he was a bit surprised when Brian knew where they were going. He was going to have to remember to ask Brian when he had the time to learn the hotel set-up. Then again… he loved it when Brian took charge. In the various times he worked at Vanguard and Kinnetik he tried to not work around Brian too much, otherwise he would be begging Brian to fuck him in every office the man was in every time he started shouting orders or commanding attention.
Brian knew right where he was going, after setting up the bathroom last night he took a moment to read all the literature about the hotel. He found where breakfast was served, how it was served, and he knew just what Justin would like. A few years ago, even a year ago he didn't think he would be doing anything solely to please another person, but with Justin it was okay… and now, being married, and being truly together and living at Britin. It gave Brian a sense of security, safety, pride and appreciation he didn't even know he wanted. As domestic as their life was, it was so much different than the previous examples of marriage or relationships he had ever seen.
Brian came home every night after working all day, Justin would be in his studio or kitchen, sometimes the media room or study. The weekends were spent with Gus, or just together, they'd go to Deb's for Sunday dinner occasionally. They'd do things together, relax together, walk around the grounds, talk about anything, everything and nothing. But it was far from even his thoughts of the stepford life. That could be because much of their free time was spent fucking in every room in the house, in various positions. More than once in Justin's studio, he still couldn't believe they had actually gotten all the paint off their bodies… that had been interesting, and a little weird, but definitely fun. They hadn't even gotten around to the stables yet, or the tennis court. The pool though… that was a favorite spot of both of theirs… especially the hot tub… but the fucking was pool side or in the pool. Fucking in a hot tub? Definitely idiotic and fucking hot, and not in a positive, life-affirming way.
Brian led Justin over to two sets of French doors and opened one door for him. Justin followed silently and walked through the doors… to a beautiful covered back patio. It was almost right out of the Victorian era. There were wooden tables, covered in jacquard patterned damask in deep rich shades of burgundy, crimson, royal blue, emerald green, and a purple so dark it looked like it belonged to royalty. There were trellises and columns that were covered in vines surrounding the whole patio and yard. The chairs almost looked hand carved from actual trees, they were so beautiful. Justin looked up to see the covering and was amazed that most of the porch was actually an extension of the roof… like one of those wrap around porches you imagine were in the South on grand estates.
Brian allowed Justin to take everything in… he knew Justin's artistic eye would appreciate sitting outside, but safe under the awning to protect his very fair skin. He'd never known someone who could burn so easily. It wasn't just that he had fair skin, if they were in the sun too long, suntan lotion, or not, Justin would burn. He hated the one sunburn he had seen Justin with. He had gotten this urge to sketch city life in Pittsburgh from an unusual vantage point and found the roof access to his building. He was completely dressed, but it was summer and he had a sleeveless shirt on. It was early morning, but still. Their fucking was limited that week. Not only was he in pain, but it limited positions as well, since Justin couldn't lay down. His arms, neck and face were red.
He wasn't gonna take a chance and ruin this perfectly good weekend with a sunburn. And the wrap around porch that had clearly been extended past the original porch to accommodate several tables provided more than enough protected cover. He even decided to be a true gentleman to match the atmosphere and pull out a chair for Justin, who looked almost more shocked than when Brian had proposed monogamy and barebacking. Justin knew him so well that he loved being able to still surprise him and fake him out. There was only one other couple out on the porch, and sitting far enough away to were they couldn't hear them nor had the couple noticed them.
As elegant and old-fashioned as the atmosphere was, because it was breakfast, which was only served outside for a couple hours on weekdays, the menus were on the table. Justin's eyes lit up at reading all the possibilities. There were so many choices, from omelet's, to French toast, to pancakes, to cinnamon rolls, to steal cut oatmeal, to fruit and yogurt. And they still had the same extensive tea menu from their afternoon tea yesterday, along with several flavors and brews of coffee… that should make Brian happy.
Their server came up as they were reading the menu… well, as Justin was reading the menu, Brian's mind, for some reason, was appreciating the time and thought put into the design and layout of the menu.
"Good morning gentlemen, can I get you something to drink to start with?"
Brian looked up, noticing it was the same server who delivered their food to their room the previous night. He couldn't help but smirk when he noticed a blush and the awkward stance the young man took… knowing right away the reason for the position. The waiter was probably glad he had that thick heavy apron around his waist at the moment. Brian glanced over at Justin when he heard him chuckle. Justin was amused at Brian… knowing there was no reason for Brian to be eyeing the young man, but couldn't help appreciate how much the young man responded to Brian… not that he could blame him.
"I haven't had a chance to look at the beverage list, but do you have hot chocolate?"
"Of course sir," the waiter said quietly, still overwhelmed by the beauty of these two men, knowing exactly why two men, these two men, were sitting together, "we have our original hot chocolate and Mexican hot chocolate."
"Oooh, I'd like the Mexican hot chocolate, please."
Brian couldn't help chuckling, at Justin's manners; again… it never failed to amaze him that the boy was always polite, in every situation, no matter what the situation.
"And I'll take a cup of the Irish Cream French Roast."
The server cleared his throat before proceeding; even when this man sounded stern it was beautiful.
"Are you ready to order now, or do you need a few minutes?"
"I think I need a few minutes, there's so many things to choose from, and it says here you have weekly breakfast specials," said the young looking blond, with the perfect lips and eyes and hair that shone like the sun.
He was a little flustered having completely forgetting to start with that. "Oh, of course, I apologize for not telling you sooner."
"I used to work at a diner, I know what it's like to be so busy. So don't worry about forgetting."
Justin said this with a tone that indicated he remembered him as their server the previous night. Their server was very flattered at being remembered. Of course it was only last night, and it wasn't like their hotel gets that busy during the week, but still… he was flattered that he'd been remembered.
He took a deep breath, hoping it wasn't too obvious. "Our breakfast specials this week are Crêpes with sugared strawberries, mascarpone cream, and maple syrup; Eggs Benedict with applewood smoked bacon, sautéed spinach and hot house tomatoes; or Tomato, Anaheim chile, and cheddar cheese Quiche. The Eggs Benedict and Quiche are served with our homestyle potatoes, fresh fruit, cottage cheese, or our buttermilk pancakes."
"Mmmm… that all sounds delicious, I'll definitely need a few more minutes to decide now."
"Yes, sir, I'll go get your hot chocolate and coffee and be right back."
Brian watched their server walk away, amused at the affect he knew they both had on gay men… and some women. Just as the boy was about to walk inside he turned back, just to see how they were with each other, and almost tripped and fell when the tall, brunet was looking at him, and smirked like he knew he'd been caught. Justin turned around to look at what Brian was smirking at. He held in the laugh at seeing the server almost trip and fall… he'd been on the receiving end of that smirk, and knew all to well how that felt.
"You're evil."
Brian pulled his lips in and bit them a little to prevent from smiling too much, before responding, "I'm sweet."
Justin couldn't reach his face to kiss Brian, so he reached out one hand to hold one of Brian's hands. Brian entwined their fingers together and they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly for a few seconds before Brian broke their stare to see if there was anyone else watching. He didn't mind being more open about his feelings now, and he didn't really care what people thought about how he felt, but he still was self-conscious at times about showing how he felt about Justin in public. Fortunately there was still only the one couple, who seemed to be wrapped up in each other… huh, kind of like him and Justin were a second ago. Then he truly noticed their surroundings.
"You know it's hard to believe that we're still in Pittsburgh."
"I know, you can't see anything here other than the house and yard. It's so beautiful and peaceful back here; so green and serene. I love the large gazebo back there… it's like nature's own art work, with all the trees and luscious green grass and the winding paths that lead around the backyard. I'd love to explore back there, see what's there."
"It's a bed and breakfast, Sunshine, not the forest… there's probably not much. Besides I have plans for you for the day."
"Oh really?" Justin questions seductively.
"Not those kinds of plans… not yet anyway. I have something else in mind for you today, that doesn't include being here… I still have yet to enjoy watching you walk around… full," Brian says the last word huskily, causing Justin chills at the seductive quality Brian's voice can have.
Justin has just recovered from the thoughts and images in his head, remembering the plug, remembering Brian's plug, how they filled each other, and what might come later, when they were to be taken out… when their server comes back with their drinks.
"Here's your coffee sir… and your Mexican hot chocolate… and here's a basket of our Orange Pecan Crumble muffins, their made fresh daily and are complimentary at breakfast time."
He places down the drinks, a creamer for the coffee and the basket, along with some butter and orange marmalade for the muffins. The blond one looks like a cute little kid who really wanted a treat when he eyes his drink. He has to force himself to be professional and take their order when he takes a spoon to take a bite of the whipped cream.
"Have you decided what you want to order, sirs?"
Brian speaks up first, knowing that Justin was a little side tracked with his huge mug of hot chocolate… and again, Brian is grateful for their daily activities that must prevent Justin from gaining a pound from all the sugar and carbs he consumes.
"I'll have the Greek omelet, egg whites only, whole wheat toast, dry, and fresh fruit."
The server is a little shocked at the serious tone of the brunet for a moment, thinking he hears something behind that seriousness, but can't place what it might be. "Very good, sir… and what can I get you… sss…sir." He wrote the order as the brunet spoke and had to fight stuttering too much when he faced the blond to take his order, noticing he had just taken a mouthful of whipped cream, to which he moaned softly to, and there was still a little cream on his lips. Goodlord, he thought, how the brunet can sit there so stoically and not reach over and attack those lips… he was really, really glad he had a thick heavy apron now.
"Justin," the brunet said sternly.
Justin looked up at Brian, then at the server, recognizing the kids desire… oops,he thought,butIcouldn'thelptakeatasteofthatdeliciouslookingwhippedcream. He wiped his mouth with his napkin… no need to cause the kid to spontaneously combust if Justin were to lick his lips clean.
"Sorry… my compliments to the chef, this whipped cream is delicious, it definitely tastes homemade."
"Um… oh, yes, it's made here by our pastry chef. Do you know what you'd like to order, sir?"
"Yes, I'd like the crepes special, with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs, please. Oh, and a glass of water."
"Of course sir, I'll go put your order in, let me know if you need anything else in the mean time."
He turned and walked a little quicker back to the kitchen this time, and didn't look back.
"Now, who's evil Sunshine?"
"I didn't mean to be, it just looked so good, and I had to taste."
"I noticed," Brian said with a low sexy voice. "I also noticed you used your napkin to wipe away the excess."
"Well I didn't want the kid to have a heart attack if I licked my lips clean. Not to mention, since I couldn't have you lick it off, why bother?"
"Mmmm… I'll agree with you there, Sunshine, I do so love licking cream off you, especially your lips."
Justin held back a moan at that… who knew that eating could be so sensual and such a turn-on? Then again, after last night, and everything he'd done with Brian, starting with…
"Mmmm… like ice cream kisses."
They both get lost in each other's eyes for a moment, remembering. Justin had to look away this time before he got too caught up in those thoughts and that look. No matter how much he would love for Brian to take him back up to their room, he really wanted to see what Brian had in mind for the day… and he was really hungry. Food didn't come first when it came to Brian, and with Brian he was always thrilled that sex came first, but he also knew that his stomach could interrupt even the most intense sexual moment between them… short of actually fucking, and better not tempt fate on that one.
"You always have liked to play with your food."
"I've never heard any complaints."
"Only in the bedroom… when we're out in public it can be kind of embarrassing."
"It is not embarrassing, and it's not playing if I'm really enjoying something."
"It's playing when you take a sundae and mix it all up like you were 5 years old and wanted ice cream soup."
"And if I recall you particularly liked watching each and every bite I took, especially when I licked the spoon clean."
"See? Embarrassing, you have clearly forgotten your reaction to my watching you eat."
Justin blushes a little at that… he remembered, he was hoping Brian hadn't.
"So you do remember?"
"Of course I remember, I was hoping you hadn't… I couldn't help but be embarrassed at that… we were in the middle of the diner and you… you…" he couldn't even say it, he knew he was getting pinker and hotter as the seconds passed.
Brian grinned evilly, toed off one of his Gucci loafers, lifted his foot up – thankful of the large tables, chairs and extra large table cloths – and moved his foot to Justin's chair to push up against his hardening cock, and a little pressure on the plug, "did this?"
Justin bit back a loud moan, and gasped instead, took both hands and grabbed the table's edges, and closed his eyes at the sensation of Brian's foot and toes caressing his cock and balls… his twitching dick and muscles causing the plug to move a little and create just a little pressure on his prostate. "Brian," he gasped. Fighting the urge to rock into Brian's foot… but as Brian pushed a little harder, moving his whole foot to almost mold to Justin's cock, his heel digging into Justin's ass… appreciating the view, very turned on himself, in awe, still, of how sexually charged Justin could become, and how fast. He was also very pleased that Justin, while fighting the sensations, spread his legs a little further to allow Brian's foot more room.
"Justin," Brian whispered sexily, applying a bit more pressure on Justin's cock, rubbing it, simulating what his body would be doing if he were lying on top of Justin.
"Uuuuhhh," Justin groaned back, unable to keep from rocking any longer, trying to stop, knowing where they were, but needing to respond to Brian and the delicious feelings running through his body.
"Unzip your pants Justin."
Justin complies, unable to fight it, not caring where they were, really glad they were back in the corner. Brian sees Justin move his hand, hears the zipper, his foot allowing the movement, right before he feels Justin's cock bounce on to his foot.
"Take off my sock … we wouldn't want to get come all over my sock, now would we."
Justin shakes his head, eyes still tightly shut, struggling to comply with Brian's request. He shakily takes Brian's sock off and moans a low moan the moment Brian's barefoot is against his freed, very hard, cock. Justin can't help but rut into Brian's foot, desperate to come, embarrassed, the thought of getting caught, he can't help but be turned on more by that.
"Now take your napkin and cover your cock…"
Justin does that, not understanding why, but following orders.
"That's it Justin," Brian whispers in his sexiest voice possible while whispering, only slightly moving his foot, letting Justin do most of the work, "such a slut for any part of my body… using me to get off… my horny boy… you could get caught at any moment… you don't know what's coming or if anyone is behind you… such a naughty little boy… such an exhibitionist… you're getting off on that thrill aren't you… that excitement… that's it… rub harder… move your hips… grind against my foot Justin… imagine its my hand… then my leg… you like using my leg don't you… rubbing up against it when you blow me… when my cock is deep down your throat… you love my cock down your throat don't you… you can't help but hump my leg… desperate to come… desperate for my come… I can see your close Justin… give into the pleasure… let it go… give it to me… come for me Justin… now."
Justin grinded and moved and rocked, imagining it was Brian's leg… knowing how much he can get off just sucking Brian, tasting Brian… listening to Brian talk so dirty to him, in public, god! Fuck! Even Brian's foot is fucking talented. His ass is moving against the chair, the plug stimulating his prostate, Brian's foot rubbing against his cock, the fabric of the napkin a delicious torment against the head of his cock as he thrusts against Brian's foot. He can't last very long when Brian starts talking like that… and then Brian tells him to come… for him… now… and he does.
"Brian… Fuck." It's barely audible, but Brian hears it. He sees Justin tremble a little, he feels Justin's come on his foot. He moves a little, to take away some of the pressure, but doesn't move all the way. His feet have always been sensitive and the feel of Justin's cock under his foot, while he doesn't do this that often, but he loves it… exactly what he said to Justin to get him off, that's exactly how he feels.
Once Justin calms down, he wipes off his cock and Brian's foot. He takes Brian's sock, which was between his leg and arm of the chair and puts it back on Brian's foot. He has a very pleased, sated look to him. A post-fuck glow and calmness that Brian finds very attractive and just as much of a turn on as Justin when he's aroused, or mid-orgasm. Brian's aware that he's hard, but he has better control and can ignore it, for now.
"Still embarrassed Sunshine?"
Justin blushes a little, looks around quickly, suddenly remembering where they were, and shakes his head no. He was a little embarrassed, but less about getting caught, and more about the fact that he was getting off on the possibility of being caught.
Brian smiles back at him… his patented Kinney smirk, but a little softer than other's get, because this is Justin, his Sunshine. Suddenly Justin gets this look in his eyes, almost devious, but still grinning, rather salaciously if Brian had to guess… wondering what the blond was up to.
"But I think turn about is fair play."
"But your legs aren't long enough, Sunshine… and I've never minded public displays of fucking."
"At certain places… but here… and who says I need my legs?"
Brian's actually at a loss at this, not sure what Justin is up to… but definitely curious. Justin looks behind him, at the open space, and now empty porch… what is his blond up to?
"And just what did you have in mind Sunshine?"
Before he can get an answer, almost before he finished the question, Justin is under the table, spreading Brian's legs and grabbing his crotch through his pants. Brian fights back yelling a curse at the surprise and sudden pressure, and his now achingly hard, leaking cock. He feels Justin pulling his zipper down, pull out his cock, let it go and he blows on the tip.
"Justin," he harshly whispers. Not harsh from anger, but at the sudden feeling… and knowledge of what Justin is doing. Then he feels Justin grab his cock gently and feels it being engulfed by Justin's warm inviting wet mouth, and he can't help but groan at that. Fuck! Justin gives the best fucking blow jobs, knows just when to suck, when to lick, when to speed up, when to slow down, how to make it slow and last a long time, how to go fast and make Brian come in less than 2 minutes.
He feels Justin's hand move under his ass and push hard against the plug that's there… he almost forgot it was there. "Christ," he can't hold in the utterance, but still keeps it quiet. There's no one else out here, thank god, or whoever the fuck, he thinks… then stops thinking, closing his eyes, head down, just feeling Justin's mouth, his sucking, he's speeding up, wanting this to go fast, wanting Brian's come in his mouth, down his throat. He starts humming, really low, knowing that will set Brian off. Brian gasps, grips the table with one hand, and can't help but move his other hand to Justin's hair, gripping his head and hair, pushing Justin closer, fucking his mouth as much as the table and his position allows. Justin pushes once more against the plug and Brian can't stop his orgasm if he tried. His hand stills and holds Justin's head in place. Gasping for breath through his orgasm. Fuck… that was hot. Justin pulls off, licks any excess come, kisses Brian's softening cock, tucks him back him and climbs back up to his chair, with a very satisfied look on his face, licking his lips and smiling a very satiated smile.
Brian tries to scowl, or say something witty, but all he can respond to Justin's look, glow and smile, is a smile of his own, definitely appreciating the view and their pre-breakfast activities.
"That was fucking hot."
Justin nods, settles in more comfortably and breathes a contented sigh.
"Now that was the perfect cream with my breakfast."
Brian can't help but laugh at that, to which Justin joins him.
Their food was ready, the server was just on his way to the kitchen to pick it up, and he glanced out to see them, and did a double take… then a triple take. Not only was the blond not sitting in his seat, but the look on the brunet's face, from what he could see with the man's head tilted down, was… there was only one reason that someone would look like that… ohmygod! He thinks… they're… he… ohmygod! The look on his face, he could only imagine the sounds that might come out of his mouth. Suddenly he realizes his mouth is open and he's standing there staring, gawking, absorbed in this beautiful man and his obvious pleasure.
He stands to the side a little, and makes sure there's no one watching him, watching them. He notices one of the brunets arm's, the arm of the hand that's under the table, starts moving, ohmygod… thisis… god, he wishes he had someone in his life… this will… he is so going to jerk off to that image later tonight at home. Then he sees the arm still, the brunets face freeze, eyes squeezed shut, his mouth making a noise, but he can't hear it… what he wouldn't give to hear that. He looks like he's twitching a little, he knows what the brunet just did, holy shit, he looks fucking amazing when he… then, ohmyfuckinggod, he thinks… and then, shit! The blond climbs out from under the table, into his own chair, with the most satisfied, satiated, brilliant, post-orgasmic look he's ever seen… he's stunning. He licks his lips… ohmygod! They talk for a moment, and then laugh… such a carefree laugh he's never heard… and he can hear that… so beautiful. Shit! Forget waiting till he gets home… if he doesn't jerk off right now he's never gonna make it to their table with their food.
Before running to the bathroom, he tells one of the other servers he had to run to the bathroom, but if he could tell the couple outside that he would be right out with their food, he'd appreciate it. The other server was concerned about him, he looked flushed, almost sick, and in a hurry… who knows what was going on, but he was happy to relay the message. He asks if he can take them their food, he delays a moment and agrees, not wanting to keep the beautiful couple waiting, but not knowing how long he would be. He'll have to check on them shortly after he's finished and catches his breath.
He goes to the staff bathroom, making sure it's empty, locking the stall door, taking off his apron and pulls out his achingly hard cock. He leans against the wall, and gasps the moment he grips it, it's dry and needs it wet, but as soon as he starts moving his hand, images from last night and this morning flood his brain, and his cock begins to drip and leak and soon he has enough pre-come to provide the wetness.
He speeds up as he sees the blond one in just a robe, standing there looking peaceful, but hungry (for food and more)… then he sees the brunet come up behind him and wrap his arms around him… also in only a robe… the way the blond leaned against the brunet… he imagines what they would do with all that dessert… he slows down, wants this pressure to last. He sees them this morning… sees the blond putting whipped cream in his mouth, hears those moans, imagines him licking those perfect lips off. Ohgod!
He sees the brunet… when he was alone, or seemingly alone at the table… those faces he made… knowing what his harsh voice sounded like, imagines that voice barking out a curse or moan like it looked like he was doing… then he imagines them together… imagines the blond the bottom… he's leaking more than he's ever leaked when masturbating… imagines the brunet on top… imagines both their sounds and moans together… ohmygod… ohmygod… he comes, hard, fast, spurt after spurt, all over his hand, all over the floor. Shit!That… fuck!
That was the hardest he'd ever come from jerking off… he slowly opens his eyes, squinting at the brightness, struggling to breathe… that was fucking intense. He doesn't even want to let go of his cock, but has to. He has to go see that couple, hear their voices again… god, he hopes he'll find someone one day like that, but until then… he hopes this couple stays a while… and he knows until he does find someone… he'll have the best fucking jerk off sessions he's ever had in his life.