After round two, Justin was ready to admit defeat. Brian had just traced the tip of his tongue around Justin's right nipple and nibbled on its little peak, causing Justin's entire body to flush and his cock to strain so hard against the fabric of his pants that it ached and made him very uncomfortable. He adjusted himself and then swallowed hard, blinking slowly, languidly. Brian, it seemed, could read his mind (which was completely focused on the strip of skin and the small patch of pubic hair beneath it exposed by Brian's unfastened top button). He licked his lips. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to have Brian's cock in his mouth. But Brian wasn't ready to stop playing. So he smirked and asked, laughter bubbling up through his voice, "Don't you want a toasted marshmallow?"

Justin stammered, "Uh, sure."

Brian chuckled. Then he took the second skewer and slid a marshmallow on the end. He thrust it into the fireplace just above the flame, spinning it a few times, until it was slightly charred and melty. Then he pulled it out and thrust it toward Justin. Justin smiled and slid the marshmallow off. Then he broke it into two pieces and ate it, leaving his fingers gooey. Justin declared, his mouth still full, "Yummy." Brian laughed (Justin, eyes wide and mouth full of marshmallow, was fucking adorable), but Brian was turned on, too. He couldn't help imagining Justin's mouth filled with something else. Brian licked his lips and, just as Justin was about to start licking the melted marshmallow from his fingers, leaned in and took two of Justin's fingers into his mouth. Justin couldn't hold back a moan as Brian licked both fingers clean, drawing his tongue slowly over each before sucking on them gently. Brian then repeated the process with Justin's other hand. Brian could never remember marshmallow tasting that good. He muttered, "Yummy indeed." At this point, Justin was panting.

Brian decided that it was time to break out the E. He couldn't wait much longer. He need to be inside Justin, pounding his tight little ass, as soon as possible. Brian reached into his pocket, taking out a small envelope with two tablets inside. They were green with question marks etched into their surface. He popped one into his mouth and offered Justin the other. Justin's eyes widened. He asked nervously, "What is that?"

"Ecstasy." Then he thrust his hand closer and drawled, "You'll love it."

In a hushed tone, as though he were telling a ghost story, Justin said, "I heard that some people die from taking that just once…"

Brian huffed a laugh. "Your health teacher would be very proud."

Justin colored, but barreled on. "And isn't Ecstasy a gateway drug? Leading to much harder things like cocaine and heroin?"

Brian didn't answer Justin's questions. Instead, he said, "On E, sex is phenomenal, and you can fuck all night."

Justin flushed and swallowed hard. Did Brian just say he wanted to spend the entire night fucking him? God he wanted that too. More than anything in the world. So he smiled shyly and took the tablet from Brian's hand, tossing it into his mouth and swallowing it fast.

Brian smiled. "Good boy." Justin couldn't help but beam at Brian.

Brian smirked and said, "My pants and shirt are chafing me something fierce. Mind if I take them off?"

Justin laughed and shook his head. Brian stood and slid his shirt off. Justin panted a little and bit his lower lip as he watched Brian undress. Fuck, he was beautiful, with his bronze skin, tousled chestnut hair, and hazel eyes, which now appeared chocolate brown flecked with gold. Justin barely staved off the urge to grab Brian by the waist and cover his strong muscled chest with open-mouthed kisses and then lick, suck, and bite on his nipples. Fuck, Justin wanted so much to lick every inch of Brian's body. He swallowed hard as Brian began unzipping his jeans. Again Justin had the disturbing thought that Brian could read his mind. His eyes were so dark, and his face so tight as he regarded Justin. Brian relished in Justin's want, his desperate desire for him, but even more, he was trying to temper his own desperate desire. Trying and failing. What Justin thought was a predatory expression in Brian's eyes and on his face was something altogether different, the result of an internal struggle. Brian didn't want to want Justin this much. For a split second, he considered ending this, ending everything. Leaving this half-naked beautiful boy in his office and bolting. Going to the nearest gay club and tricking all night, until every breathtaking impression Justin's simple presence had burned into Brian's mind disappeared. Sending him back to Ryan the next day.

But that thought caused Brian's chest to tighten painfully. It was too late. Way too fucking late to escape. Whatever this was, Brian had to see it through until the end. He swallowed hard and pushed his jeans down over his hips. Justin, without even thinking, pulled them all the way down. He couldn't help but peek at Brian's ass. His underwear covered almost nothing in the back. Justin swallowed hard and then moved back to a sitting position. Brian stepped out of his jeans and then hooked his fingers into his underwear and pulled them all the way down, leaning over completely as he did so. When he stood up again, his fully erect cock bounced a little. Justin's breath caught in his throat (he was eye level with Brian's dick), and his eyes widened. Brian's dick was fucking huge. Justin was filled with a sudden, overwhelming need to suck on it, though he wasn't sure he'd even be able to get the whole thing into his mouth. He licked his lips and looked up at Brian. Brian was smiling at him, as though he could read every thought in Justin's head.

Justin blushed. But he was determined. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then slid them and his tighty whiteys off. He moved to a kneeling position. A strange feeling washed over Justin then. He couldn't put a name to this feeling, but it brought tears to his eyes. Was it awe? Worship? Love? Justin didn't know. He blinked a few times. He didn't want Brian to see his tears, the vulnerability that made it suddenly so difficult to breathe.

Brian's eyes widened when he caught sight of Justin's cock, hard and leaking. It wasn't quite as big as his, but it was damn close. Brian was pleasantly surprised (he hadn't actually seen it their first night since they were in a dark alley). Justin slid his hands around Brian's waist (until they reached his ass) and then drew his tongue along the underside of Brian's cock.

Brian watched Justin's face intently. His lips were plump, cherry red…perfect. When Justin wrapped them around his dick and started drawing Brian's length into his mouth, Brian drew his breath in sharply. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything more beautiful than Justin in this moment. That impression, coupled with the lingering effects of the hour they'd spent teasing each other, had Brian wondering whether he would last for any substantial length of time. He was so close already. Justin lips were simultaneously soft and firm, and Justin took his entire cock inside his warm wet mouth on every downstroke, swirling his tongue along his shaft as he did so and swallowing around the tip of his cock every time it entered his throat. Delicious torture.

But when Justin cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, while also pushing a finger inside him with the other hand, Brian lost it. He roared, "Oh fuck!" and threaded his fingers into Justin's silky blond hair. He fisted it and took control, fucking Justin's mouth. Justin gladly let him. Brian's being suddenly so rough with him, pulling his hair and thrusting his dick into his mouth so hard and fast had Justin so turned on (well, more turned on) that he moaned loudly. The vibrations sent Brian over the edge. Soon he was exploding in Justin's mouth. Justin swallowed Brian's cum eagerly and then pulled back, licking his lips. Brian slid to his knees and pulled Justin into his arms, burying his face in Justin's neck. Justin smiled a million-watt smile, despite the continued aching of his chest. In that moment he understood. Everything. Justin was in awe of Brian…worshipped him (he was truly a God)…and Justin was falling head over heels in love with him. Fuck. He never imagined love would feel like this. He felt alive in a way that he never had in all his twenty years, every sense heightened, and terrified and trembly. Justin slid his arms around Brian (whose face was still buried in Justin's neck) and held him tight. Only when he was like this, in Brian's arms, holding him close, did the aching abate. He never wanted to let go.

TBC…(soon; I'm embarrassed to say that I laid down last night to get rid of a headache and fell fast asleep. I was sleeping until a couple hours ago. So I wanted to post the next part asap, even though their date isn't quite over.)