Brian blindly fumbled through his pocket for his hotel key unable to break the heated kiss they had been locked in since the elevator opened on the 5th floor. He finally freed the plastic card from his increasingly tight jeans and continued molesting Justin against the door as he slid it into the card reader slot. The card clicked and Brian pushed the door handle down but the door wouldn't open. Brian tried again with the same result and once more before breaking his mouth away from Justin and screaming, "What the fuck is the matter with this?" as Justin attempted to jam his hand down into his pants.
Justin shook his head and pulled Brian's mouth back on his. He would fuck him in the hallway if the door didn't open. His hands roamed over the body he had craved so much and he tugged at the offending fabric. "God, I want you so much" Justin moaned into Brian's ear.
Both men were about to abandon their search for a bed and consummate the overwhelming lust in the hallway when the door clicked open and they stumbled backward, Justin falling on his ass and Brian collapsing on top of him. The loud thud of their bodies hitting the floor was dampened only by the loud scream of the shocked woman standing over them holding an empty ice bucket.
"What the fuck?" Brian yelled, flailing about trying to untangle his limbs from Justin, "What are you doing in my room?"
The woman's shocked expression turned to amusement, "I believe you might be at the wrong room. I've been here since Saturday. This is room 501" she offered with a soft laugh pointing to the plaque on the door.
"I'm in room 501" Brian argued holding his room key out, the number printed on the jacket wrapped around the card.
The woman burst into fits of giggles and looked at Justin and then Brian, "Yes, I'm sure you are in room 501 at the Ritz, dear, however this is the Courtyard. Hey, if you boys need a bed, just give me a minute and I'm happy to trade with you."
Justin threw himself back against the floor partly in embarrassment and partly in overwhelming desperation, "Brian, we're at my hotel" he laughed, "Remember it was closer".
Brian swept Justin off the floor and reached into Justin's pocket for his room key. They wished the good-natured woman a brief but sincere apology as she shut her door behind her. Justin was panting he was laughing so hard but Brian was in no mood to abort their mission and quickly moved to refocus. He pushed Justin roughly against the wall and kissed him hard first to stop the laughter. As he pulled away, he gave him his best I-want-you-now look as he spoke, "I've been thinking about fucking you again for months now. So stop laughing and tell me what room you're in or I'm going to turn you around and fuck you in this hallway"
The intensity Brian fed him sent a shiver up Justin's spine and a flash of the angry hurried fuck they'd shared haunted him. He searched his face for signs of that same anger and confusion and sighed relief finding none. He was just as intense but now it was a look of pure sexual want. It made Justin's dick hard again. This new, confident, Brian was a welcome surprise; he had never been so turned on by the man. "I'm in 618" he offered, holding the stare that held both men connected in the moment.
Brian moved over about 25 feet to his left and bumped his hip against the stairway entrance as he grabbed Justin's hand and led him up the stairs silently.
Justin willingly followed comfortably settling into the more submissive role, letting Brian be his man, his top in every way that word stereotypically designated. As they entered the room, Brian had a playful sexy smirk on his face that Justin couldn't get enough of. Justin kicked his shoes off and started to remove his clothes when Brian stopped him.
"No don't" he growled in his ear, "Let me, let me do everything".
Justin moaned as Brian licked and sucked his neck, continuing to feed his hungry desire, "You're so fucking hot". Brian pulled his mouth from Justin's skin to take in the full sight of his aroused blond. He traced a finger over his lips; pink and full, slightly swollen from the kissing. His blue eyes dilated, darkened to almost a stormy blue color replacing the usual light hue of his baby blues. His pale skin was flushed red over his neck and face, a deep purple mark forming up near his earlobe at the spot Brian found formed goosebumps on Justin's skin when sucked. His whole body was warmed more than normal, heated with anticipation. Brian had never seen any man so ready to be ravaged. His entire body screamed for him to take him and Brian's lips curled up knowing he could fully own this man. He felt no reservations or fears this time. Brian's hang-ups about sex had all vanished; his instincts told him exactly what Justin wanted, what he needed. He would waste no time second guessing, nothing and no one had ever felt more right than taking Justin did at that moment.
Justin trembled under Brian's slow inspection. His mind racing with erotic thoughts and his muscles twitching wanting to grab on to Brian; pull him in and push them quickly to a place they both wanted to go. He clinched his fist instinctively knowing this was Brian's moment. This is the moment where he showed Justin the man he actually was; not the pusillanimous man a lifetime of self-denial and obligation had turned him into. No longer adorable; the man was a total stud; confident in his own skin, aware of just how sexy he was, unashamed to flaunt it and in total fucking control of his life.
Brian sank his fingers under Justin's shirt hem and pulled it free in one fluid motion. He studied the smooth, hairless chest and ran his hands over the hard, erect nipples begging for attention. Bending down he alternately pulled the pink nubs between his teeth biting gently before licking the pain away. Justin held Brian's head in place as he laid his first claim on his eager body.
"Oh fuck that feels good" Justin grunted, fisting Brian's hair.
Brian mentally recalled the layout of his suite. He didn't want to just take Justin to the bed; he wanted him in a new, more adventurous way. A column of the suite, a wet bar, a large shower…so many options to prop this man up against while he fucked his brains out. He unbuttoned Justin's pants and supported him by the waist walking him back against the nearest surface. They bumped up against the wet bar first. It had a waist-height counter, smooth black marble top, slightly cold to the touch. Brian pulled Justin's pants down and lifted him up to the counter. His pants and boxers falling to the floor once his feet were clear of the ground. Justin shivered against the cold surface but Brian quickly remedied this kissing him fully on the mouth, wet and warm. He lifted Justin's legs up to his shoulders and probed his hole with the head of his cock he freed from his pants.
"Fuck me" Justin begged sensing Brian's sudden hesitation. Brian's pause was only long enough to take the time necessary to remove his shirt and prepare himself but it left Justin exposed and hungry to be filled. Brian rocked back on his heels and reaching into his back pocket, retrieved the condom in his wallet. He rolled it on quickly, not wanting to lose momentum, and pushed forward letting his bodies primal instincts take them forward and shutting all his inhibitions off.
As he rocked into Justin, holding his slender hips for leverage, he kept his eyes open and fixed on his lover. Justin's head was tossed back, contorting his bodyline to allow Brian to slide more easily inside him. Justin kept his eyes closed tightly, breathing methodically as he relaxed into the sensation of being impossibly filled. Brian tempered his movements to Justin's reactions, stroking along the sensitive bundle of nerves and relenting when his face changed and his moans became too guttural, holding him at the edge. Brian loved this control, his ability to elicit the beautiful noises of ecstasy flowing from those perfect full lips.
Justin rode wave after wave, ceasing control completely. No longer able to speak in words; only able to grunt, moan and writhe in response. Only once before had Brian taken so much ownership in their lovemaking, just at the car, but this was so different. This fuck wasn't fueled by anger or confusion; it was filled with passion, a selfless desire to please, and it fed the fire between them to scorching new levels.
"Open your eyes" Brian ordered as he found the sweet spot inside Justin again.
Justin honored Brian's request and ran an adoring look up his sweat-filled torso until he met Brian's eyes now darken by lust. "Come for me" he commanded and thrust harder, wrapping his hand over Justin's cock and jerking in time with the movements.
Justin stopped his conscious attempts to hold back and allowed his body to react as instructed. He watched as Brian milked ribbons of come from his cock; spraying onto his chest and belly. Brian ran his hand over the mess, lubricating his movements over Justin's skin, the image combined with the sensation of Justin's pulsations, rocketed Brian in orbit as he convulsed through his own full-body orgasm.
Brian helped Justin off the counter and kissed him fully as they cleaned up and settled back into the bed. They continued gentle stroking and playful kissing while lying in each other's arms. Justin's mind celebrated the new dynamic between them.
"This was perfect" Justin murmured, "except for going to the wrong room, which was embarrassing as hell. What you just did to me that was heaven."
Brian smiled warmly basking in the compliment. He nodded silently.
"I'm sort of afraid to ask where you learned it" Justin teased.
Brian pulled away from Justin reading the insecurity, "I didn't learn it" Brian smiled warmly, "I learned you. I'm just starting to figure out your body, that's all"
Justin shook his head, "No it's more than that" he pushed, "You were different this time".
Brian reached over and grabbed a cigarette. "Yeah, I'm starting to feel like myself again. You should see my place; it's everything I ever wanted. It's so fucking me. I love it."
Justin kissed him and took the shotgun of smoke into his mouth as Brian exhaled, letting the buzz of the nicotine light up his brain, "Well zombie Brian was just as hot as you, but I like real Brian is so much better"
"Zombie Brian?" he laughed, "what the fuck are you talking about?"
"When I first saw you outside the gym, with Mikey, you were one person. You were so sexy, so confident. Michael adored you, everyone that left that gym looked at you twice and you loved it. That was the person I painted, the one I thought was the face of God. That was the man I thought you were" Justin continued, "Then I met happily married suburban father Brian, working ridiculously hard to line someone else's pocket book. It was like all that crap siphoned your brain out of your head. You were a shell, a zombie, it was disturbing."
"I couldn't have been that far gone, you still pursued me after all?"
Justin chortled at the memory of his first proposition, "Well you were kind of adorably lost. We'd be old men if I waited for you to make the first move"
Brian grew serious and kissed Justin firmly, "I was lost before you" he admitted, "I swear the last few months the only time I felt like I had any idea what I was doing was when I was looking into your eyes."
Justin warmed at the sentiment, "Damn, it's like that song I heard" he recalled.
"Song?" Brian asked curiously, "which song?"
"I'm not sure. I heard it on my way to the airport. It's an old song"
"Sing some of it" Brian requested amused.
"I don't remember all the lyrics, but when I heard it I thought of you. It goes something like:in your eyes, the light the heat, in your eyes, I am complete"
Brian groaned as he recognized the song and laughed.
"What?" Justin asked growing embarrassed, 'Too lesbianic?"
Brian stopped laughing, "Say Anything?"
"Huh?" Justin asked confused.
"Say Anything" Brian repeated slowly, praying for some sort of recognition in Justin's face.
"What do you want me to say?" Justin asked growing irritated.
"Justin, that song, it's from a very popular 80's movie called Say Anything, John Cusack holds a boombox over his head. Come on, you must have heard of it before."
Justin shook his head, slapping Brian's chest playfully, "Brian I wasn't even born until 1983; why are you always surprised when I haven't seen these movies?" he laughed.
"83? God you make me feel old" he huffed burying his head in the pillow.
Justin pulled the pillow down, "Oh poor baby. Tell me, do you think you can go again or do you need a little more time to recover old man? Maybe we should get you some Viagra so you can keep up with me!"
"Viagra? You little shit!" Brian called rolling Justin on to his stomach and showing him exactly how young and virile he still was.
After round two was completed, Justin suggested they try out the shower and without Brian's cast in their way, round three quickly commenced. As they exited the shower, Brian slipped his clothes back on.
"Are you leaving?" Justin asked trying not to sound too concerned but really dissapointed.
Brian slipped his watch on his wrist checking the time, "It's 11:00 Sunshine" Brian smiled, "You did say you wanted to go out, correct? Do you think that ass of yours will get you in to the New York clubs?"
Justin bounced almost giddy with excitement, "We're going dancing?"
"If you want" Brian smiled at the young man's excitement, "C'mon get dressed" he added picking some clothes out of Justin's bag and tossing them at him. He uncovered a thick blue butt plug in the process and smirked holding it up to him. "This explains a lot"
Justin blushed, "What?"
"Well you were so much easier to fuck this time, I thought maybe it was from, you know, being with other men"
"Fuck you! Are you saying I'm not tight enough?" Justin joked slightly offended at the thought of not be tight enough for his lover.
Brian pulled Justin in close, "That's not what I meant. I just fit perfectly in you now and before it was, well you were a virgin. I thought maybe…."
Justin nibbled at Brian's ear, "You thought maybe I've been whoring around, like you" he teased.
Brian moaned, "You'd have every right to…."
Justin smiled sweetly answering the question he was hinting around, "Brian, you're the only one; the only one that I've let inside me."
"Good" Brian managed to admit, "That's good. I'd like to keep it that way."
Justin nodded in agreement and finished getting ready.
As they headed to Therapy in a cab, Brian had to actively contain his excitement at having a night with Justin. All the attempts at being a carefree single gay man with his friends the last few weeks had gotten him laid, sometimes more than once a night, but it felt nothing like it did when he was with Justin. In his head he knew that it might be short-lived, their time together might have an expiration date, but it didn't matter.
As they exited the cab, there was a line about 50 men deep leading to a blackened-out double door. A large, hairy, burly man in really unflattering leather pants was checking ID's and Brian glanced at Justin nervously. He lifted the back of Justin's shirt up, taking a glance at that perfect bubble packed into tight jeans and smiled, "You got this" he jested, "but when we get home I'm getting you a fake ID"
Justin laughed, "You're too late. I still think my ass is enough but Emmett gave me one already as an early Christmas present".
Brian noticed security moving down the line as he joined Justin at the end of the line. "Watch this" he smiled, flipping Justin around and cupping his ass in full few of security as he kissed the line of his jaw. He left his eyes open, keeping tabs on the security.
The security man watched entranced by the display the two men were putting on and the crowd of drooling men watching their act. As he tapped Justin's shoulder and escorted them to the front of the line letting them in the club, Brian smirked at the success of his brilliant plan. Justin caught the self-satisfied grin of his lover and shouted over the blaring music, "Why are you gloating? It was my ass that got us here".
Brian pulled Justin by the front of his shirt to the dance floor and as he watched him dance he wondered why he had let Mikey talk him into playing the field and fucking around before having a boyfriend. This felt perfect. Besides Justin was the hottest guy in the place and by far the best dancer. Every man either wanted to be Brian or fuck him and the envy was palpable as they grinded together. They danced their asses off, oblivious to their surroundings, taking breaks only to take shots. Between the two of them, they had been cruised by practically every man in the place.
Justin enjoyed every second of watching Brian turn down offer and offer. Some of the men were really hot and he felt just the slightest bit guilty keeping him all too himself. After turning down a particularly enticing offer left Brian a bit flustered, Justin decided it was time to head to the backroom to shore up Brian's resolve. "Come on stud" he said shaking his head and pulling Brian by the belt into the dark, seedy room hidden behind the one way mirror that ran the length of the bar.
Brian let himself be led for a few steps and seeing Justin's intention, quickly pulled him into his chest and kissed him. He turned them around so that when they broke their kiss, Brian was closest to the entry of the backroom. Justin threw his head back and laughed at the lack of subtleness. It seems his top wasn't about to let anyone see him out of the alpha position. Justin didn't mind, he kind of liked it actually and willingly followed. As Brian claimed their corner of the room, he nudged Justin's shoulder to instruct him on his wishes. Justin rolled his eyes at the unnecessary show but sank to his knees obliging him with the blow job he originally intended to give in the first place.
It was nearly closing time when they emerged from the back. One more spin around the dance floor and Brian nudged Justin to the exit. As they left the club, Justin heard a man's voice yelling from behind, "Hey Kinney".
Justin turned first to find the owner of the voice. A nice looking brunette with large biceps in his mid-forties called again from the entry way, waving to get their attention.
"Brian, do you know him?" Justin asked kissing his neck in full view of the man.
Brian swung around, "Kinney, hey, Kinney" the man continued to rush them.
Brian's face changed in recognition, "Eric? Hey, fuck me, isn't anyone straight anymore?" he joked.
Eric's face lit up at the joke, "I guess not. I heard you got the account for your new agency. Congrats man, that's great!"
"Thanks, yeah. Maybe I'll get to work with you again?"
Eric shook his head, "Doubtful, I've moved up now to the VP office. You'll be working with one of my minions. He's good though, straight, but you'll like him anyway very artsy-creative type. Just don't go trying to steal him for um,….I'm sorry what's the name of your new agency?"
"Kinnetik" Justin answered for Brian, mainly to remind him of his presence.
Brian looked at Justin's pained look and immediately felt remorseful. "I'm sorry, Erik Bradford, allow me to introduce Justin Taylor. Erik works at Best Sports, one of the clients I just booked. Erik, Justin is, well um, Justin is my boyfriend"