Justin didn't know what had gotten into him. He had been generally in awe of Brian since he'd first glimpsed him on the train, what seemed forever ago. Brian was a god to him. A wildly successful gay man … who wore designer clothes and lived in a fabulous loft. And he was beautiful. More beautiful than seemed possible, even in New York City. He was a lot older. He even had a son. He was WAY more experienced. Intelligent. Confident. Brave. Honest. Yes, he was a god to Justin, everything he desired to be, everything he desired period.

But …

Justin's god had clay feet (he was jealous; insecure – though he'd throttle anyone who said so – so insecure that even though he wouldn't lie, he couldn't bring himself to admit out loud what Justin meant to him, certainly not in front of non-Justin people; and a little childish – the revenge hand job was exhibit A). That had the opposite effect than one would expect. Most would say that discovering their idols' humanity caused their idols' stock to drop. Not so for Justin, at least not in the case of Brian. Brian's flaws … Brian's weaknesses DID humanize him, but his falling to Earth just made Justin want him more, love him more.

A secondary effect of THAT (Brian's humanity) … plus the new sexual element to their relationship … and Justin's being more privy to heretofore unknown parts of Brian's life (Gus, his surrogate family) made Justin act a little differently with Brian. More assertive. More outspoken. All of that had made it possible for him to tell Brian to fuck off, a second time and in as many days (two). Daphne would never believe it.

All of that

PLUS some other stuff (Justin's joy that Brian would be his, REALLY his, for at least three months; the realization that Brian was, in fact, SO TOTALLY jealous and even a little insecure about them; and Justin's annoyance at Brian's lunkheaded behavior)

made Justin more assertive not only in word but also in DEED (where deed = sex).

So once the door slid shut and Brian pulled off his shirt and reached out to grab Justin, Justin surprised both Brian and himself by pushing Brian onto the bed. Brian was surprised, if his wide eyes and gaping mouth were any indication. Justin flushed from head to toe. And shivered. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

Justin declared, "I think you've done enough for now." He grabbed a tie off a hanger (holding also Brian's suit jacket and pants on the nearby wardrobe handle), so quickly and firmly that the silk made a soft zipping sound. Justin climbed over Brian (his legs on either side of Brian) until he could reach Brian's hands and the bedstead. He grabbed Brian's hands and proceeded to tie them together and to the bedstead.

One might have expected Brian to complain (Justin certainly did – causing alternate waves of heat and cold, a Gulf Stream, within Justin's body). One might have expected Brian to complain if not about the use of bondage without prior consent then use of a silk tie that cost more than Justin's weekly pay. But he did not. Complain. In fact, Justin noted, with great pleasure, that Brian's dick was growing larger with every yank of the tie.

Once Brian was 'secured,' Justin started undressing Brian, well his lower half. Brian had dispensed with the top. Justin did so all the while looking at Brian (his face). Justin's eyes were intense and locked on Brian's. One might have expected Brian to look away (Justin certainly did). But he did not. And THAT intensified the cool waves washing through Justin and added minijolts of electricity to the mix.

Justin decided to max out this newfound assertiveness – decided to take it as far as he could. He slid the yellow plaid shirt off and tossed it over a chair.

He quickly (in four very quick movements) un-shoed and un-socked himself (he didn't want to lose momentum).

Then he slowed down. He slid the chainmail shirt up, but he did so by gathering the material upward from the waist, showing off his slim torso. He continued to do that, slowly revealing his flushed skin, covered with a light sheen of sweat, until he reached his shoulders. Brian's eyes held no expression, but his dick appeared to be enjoying the show. It was fully erect. Justin whipped the shirt over his head and tossed it on the chair.

Justin unbuttoned the blue plaid pants and slid them and his underwear down far enough for Brian to see his dick, which was also fully erect … and leaking. Brian's dick twitched. Justin smiled a half smile … a smile he might have picked up from Brian, where it slowly played across his lips. Brian swallowed visibly. Justin turned around and pulled his pants and underwear down far enough to give Brian a perfect view of his ass. Then he casually (not too fast) bent all the way over ('to remove them' – which of course he did, but the all-the-way-over bending and the slight wiggle were not exactly necessary). Justin was pleased to see, when he turned around again, that Brian's dick was now also leaking.

Brian looked eager. Eagerly anticipating what Justin would do next. Justin decided to tease Brian a bit more. So he licked his lips … swiped the precum over his shaft and then started slowly sliding his hand up and down. He squeezed his dick HARD as he jerked himself off and ran his hand over the tip at the end of every upstroke. His eye lids drooped, and he moaned. The combination of the physical sensation and knowing Brian was watching (and getting off on it) was too much. His eyes never left Brian's. Brian was rapt. His eyes traveled between Justin's face (his mouth in particular) and Justin's dick.

Brian's eyes fell on Justin's dick once more, but this time, he licked his lips. That … THAT multiplied the minijolts of electricity prickling over every inch of Justin's skin. And caused Justin to be bolder. He released his dick and started crawling over Brian again. This time, he crawled ALL the way up. He was right above Brian's chest, his dick within reach of Brian's mouth. Justin swallowed hard and then said, his voice a near rasp, "When Seth was on his knees, rubbing my shaft through my pants, all I could think was how much I wanted your mouth wrapped around my dick." He paused – wondering "Can I REALLY do this?" Terrified, but on some kind of crazy near self-destructively brave high, he commanded, "Suck my dick, Brian."

One might have expected Brian to smirk and counter, "No, YOU suck my dick" or just to roll his eyes and laugh dismissively (Justin certainly did). But he did not. Instead, he drew the tip of Justin's dick into his mouth and started sucking on it. The Gulf Stream whirling and rising and falling within Justin's body intensified to the point that he thought he might lose consciousness. Then his crazy near self-destructively brave high spurred him onward. He ran his fingers gently through Brian's hair … and then not so gently … and THEN started to fuck Brian's mouth. Not slowly.

One might have expected Brian to complain or bite him (Justin certainly did). But he did not. He simply wrapped his lips around Justin's dick more firmly and swallowed every time the tip of Justin's dick hit the back of his throat. When Justin couldn't take the pleasure (of Brian's hot wet mouth and firm lips – or of the situation) anymore, he pulled back, grabbed a condom off the nightstand, and moved in between Brian's legs.

While sliding the condom over Brian's dick (which SURPRISED Brian – an observation that threatened to take Justin's consciousness with it – he'd have to try topping Brian another time, and soon), he breathed, "Your dick is so huge. I'm going to ride it." Then he added, in his commanding voice, "Don't move."

Justin moved forward and placed Brian's dick at his entrance. Then he started inching himself down. Justin had to pause a couple of times and breathe (he hadn't used any lube, and he'd gone a long time before Brian had entered the picture) before Brian was halfway inside him. Then, he swallowed hard and, his eyes firmly locked on Brian's, slammed himself down. Brian arched and moaned, loudly, in response.

Justin placed his hands behind him on Brian's thighs, mostly to balance himself but also to keep Brian still, and started riding him in earnest then, trying to set a medium rhythm. He wanted this to last. Every time he'd lifted himself almost all the way up and then pushed down, Brian's dick rubbed up against his prostate, and Justin moaned softly. Justin watched Brian's face, his lips and eyes, the whole time. He wanted so much for Brian to REALLY, REALLY enjoy it. Brian's mouth was open slightly, and his breathing was ragged. Justin started periodically squeezing Brian from the inside. Every time Justin did that, Brian moaned (loudest the first time – he was probably surprised). Justin smiled.

Then something AWESOME happened. Brian half-moaned, half-growled, "Faster." His eyes were intense. He was clearly frustrated at having absolutely no control – he couldn't grab Justin to pull him down or even really thrust upward.

Justin licked his lips and swallowed. He asked, his voice all husky, "You want to cum?"

Brian growled low in his throat, but then replied, "Yes."

More crazy near self-destructively brave shit (he may have wanted a little payback for the subway ride, the cop, and all the bullshit that followed). Justin whispered, "Ask and you shall receive." For good measure, he squeezed Brian from inside. Hard. Brian moaned loudly.

One might have expected Brian to refuse (Justin certainly did). But he did not. He did clench his jaw first. And then, oddly, he smirked. Justin was about to be reminded of what a passive-aggressive fuck Brian could be. Brian widened his eyes … they got that wild, intense look they sometimes wore (when something dark was just beneath the surface) … and Brian … he somehow managed to make his voice sound a little helpless and yet ubermasculine as he begged, "Ride my dick faster, Justin. Fuck me, harder. Give me what I want. What I need."

The Gulf Stream and the surface jolts returned full force then. Justin felt dizzy, and so fucking close to cumming. Brian's eyes danced as Justin moaned, "Fuck, Brian …" and started riding him faster and faster, almost unconsciously, as if driven by some unseen force.

Justin wasn't too out of control to forget his own arsenal … he squeezed Brian's dick from the inside, doubletime and harder, which caused Brian to start moaning in spite of himself.

Brian came a couple minutes later, and with a roar.

Brian allowed himself a few moments to catch his breath and then narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Untie me. Now."

Justin was worried that he'd crossed a line, so he moved off Brian and quickly released his hands. He was actually a little scared. He didn't want Brian to be mad at him.

Brian ditched the condom and, to Justin's great joy and surprise, flipped Justin onto his back in three seconds flat. Then he was wolfing down Justin's cock, sucking and swallowing and even sliding his hands beneath Justin's ass and pushing him up even as he slid his lips down. Justin slid his fingers into Brian's hair, gently this time, and closed his eyes. He tried to hold back, but everything … the role reversal, the fucking, and now Brian feasting on his cock like it was a fantasy come to life … it was too much for Justin. He cried out, "Ohhhh fuck, Brian, OHHHHHHHHH." All the heat, the cold, and the electricity converged on his dick and shot through it and out of him, along with his cum, down Brian's throat.

Justin threw his arms out and let them fall onto the bed. Then he breathed, "Holy fuck."

Brian swung around and plunked down next to Justin. He shrugged. "It was alright."

Justin turned to face Brian (rolled onto his side) and shot him an "are you crazy?" look.

Brian followed suit, rolling onto his side so that he was facing Justin, and then, more softly, admitted, "More than alright." He looked into Justin's eyes (holding them with his for a moment) and then kissed Justin gently on the lips. Justin beamed. From Brian, that was better than the highest praise.