The Perfidious Lover
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oh_ameliaTitle: Let's Sell Some Gay Erotica
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hsbfc
Chapter: 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Justin moves to Pittsburgh after ending a four year relationship. What happens when he meets Brian and his past and present collide?
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 1:: CHAPTER 2:: CHAPTER 3:: CHAPTER 4:: CHAPTER 5:: CHAPTER 6:: CHAPTER 7:: CHAPTER 8:: CHAPTER 9
Thursday morning Brian was back in Pittsburgh having breakfast with the guys at the diner.
“So did you get the account?” Nathan asked.
“Of course I did. There was never any doubt.”
“So who is he?” Ted asked.
“You mean you don’t know?” Nathan asked. “I thought you worked with him.”
“Yeah, I do, but Brian has been keeping this one top secret. I’m not even sure that Cynthia knows who he is,” Ted replied.
“She doesn’t. Well, I guess I can tell you this,” Brian said as he took a drink of coffee. “Do you remember the guy I was fucking—”
“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, sweetie,” Emmett chuckled.
“The guy from New York, if you would let me finish, Honeycutt.”
The three friends nodded.
“Well, it turns out that it’s the same guy. When I saw him I was like, ‘what the fuck’.”
“How did you not know it was him?” Justin asked in disbelief.
“The only information I had about him was his first name and a home telephone number. Anything more and the guy would have read too much into it. And all I had from the ‘client’ was his name, which is a very common name, an email address, and a work number,” Brian explained.
“Can you at least tell us what the business is?” Michael asked.
“It’s a gallery that will feature gay erotica. Well, at least that is what he wants to start out with.” Brian sighed. “I have no fucking clue who I am going to have do the art. It has to be handled perfectly. Especially with the shit load of money he is paying me.”
“Why not let Justin do it?” Nathan suggested.
“Hmmm,” Brian mused.
“Shut up, Nathan.” Justin glared at his friend.
“He’d be perfect,” Nathan went on, ignoring the look he was getting from his friend. “He’s a damn good artist, and the fact that this is for a gallery, makes it even more perfect.”
“That does sound interesting,” Brian agreed.
“Hey,” Justin said, waving his hand. “Remember me? Before the two of you start planning out the next few weeks of my life, don’t you think you should talk to me first? I mean, I could be busy.”
“Please,” Nathan scoffed. “Just the other day you were complaining about how bored you are. And that if you didn’t find some more work soon that you were going to go crazy.”
Justin sighed heavily and scratched at the back of his neck.
“What? Are you afraid to work with me, Sunshine?” Brian goaded.
“No. I’m just not sure if you could afford me.” Justin smirked.
“Is that so?” Brian raised his eyebrow.
“Brian,” Michael said, tugging at Brian’s arm. “Are you sure that’s wise?”
“What? Hiring Justin? Yeah.”
“No. Yes. I mean, working with someone you’ve fucked.” Michael said. “And also, wouldn’t the fact that you fucked your client complicate things?”
“No, cause I always keep my fucking separate from my business.”
“What about Kip Thomas?” Michael asked.
“The situation with Kip Thomas has nothing to do with this. It was completely different.” Brian explained.
“Are you gonna keep fucking him?” Michael asked.
“Who? My client? Why the fuck not?” Brian shrugged.
“Well, I’d better get going,” Ted said. Brian and Michael got up to let him out.
“Yeah, me too,” Michael said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Bye, Mikey,” Brian said before turning his attention to Justin. “So, you wanna do it?”
Justin got up and pulled on his jacket. “Yeah. I think I’d like to do it.”
“So do you want to come with me now? The sooner we get started the better.”
“Yeah, now would be fine.” Justin took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Nathan. “Here. I’ll call you later if I need you to pick me up.”
Brian and Justin exited the diner leaving Emmett and Nathan alone at the table.
“So, we have Brian and Justin working together on an ad campaign about erotic gay art,” Emmett commented. “Do you think they’ll ever get any work done?”
~~~~~
“Nice,” Justin commented as he walked into Kinnetik with Brian. “You’d never guess that this was an old bathhouse.”
“That was the plan,” Brian said. “Though, I did keep a couple of the amenities.”
“Oh?” Justin asked suggestively.
“Yeah, and if you’re a good little boy, maybe you can see some of them.”
“Whatever, Brian.” Justin rolled his eyes, but kept the smile on his face.
“Morning, boss,” Cynthia said as Brian and Justin stopped by her desk.
“Cynthia, this is Justin Taylor,” Brian said, gesturing to the blonde next to him. “He’ll be doing the artwork for the Luminescence account.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Justin.” Cynthia smiled.
“Nice to meet you, too.” Justin returned the smile in earnest.
“Okay, well, no interruptions,” Brian said as he closed the door behind them.
“So the guy named his gallery Luminescence?” Justin asked as he sat down on the couch.
“Yeah,” Brian answered as he got the folders and notes on the account out of his desk. He went and sat down next to Justin. “I think he named if for a friend or some guy he’s in love with. Who gives a fuck?”
“Well, it’ll certainly catch people’s attention,” Justin acknowledged as he picked up a folder. “Nice table. Mies van der Rhoe?”
“So you can recognize quality.” Brian smirked.
“What does that mean?” Justin asked leaning back and crossing his arms.
“Nothing. Just that as successful as you are, it’s surprising that you don’t have more expensive tastes. It looks like everything in your apartment, with exception to your electronics and art supplies, was bought at Wal-Mart or some place equally horrifying.”
Justin laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Okay,” Brian drawled.
“It’s just that my ex was into anything and everything expensive. It never really suited me. You’d get along with him great. He likes top of the line everything. He was always first in line when the new Armani collections would come out. That, and Prada, Gucci, D&G, Hugo Boss. We used to have a guest room but he eventually converted it into a walk-in closet for himself.” Justin leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and looked at Brian. “I think that’s one of the main differences between you and him.”
“What? I’d kill for a walk-in closet.” Brian laughed.
“Yeah, okay. But he is an incredibly selfish bastard who thinks only of himself.”
“I think there’s a long line of people who would disagree with you,” Brian scoffed.
“Well, then they don’t know you.”
“And you do?”
“I know what Lindsay has told me. I’ve seen you with Gus. There’s no way my ex would even think of giving up his Saturday morning to spend with his son.”
“He has a kid?”
“No. I just meant hypothetically. Actually, he can’t stand children.”
“Well, the only child I like is my own,” Brian said.
“Yeah, Gus is hard not to like. He’s a really good kid.” Justin took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Okay, enough about that. Let’s sell some gay erotica.”
The owner of the gallery already had a few artists lined up. He had—with their permission of course—made copies of some of their art to be used in the advertising.
Justin spent the day going back and forth between the art department and Brian’s office. He would make rough mock-ups and show them to Brian. Brian, in turn, would tell him what was wrong with them and tell him to fix it. Finally, around 7:00 p.m. Justin couldn’t take anymore.
“Okay, Brian,” Justin called out as he entered the ad man’s office. “If you tell me to redo this one more fucking time, I’ll…well I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but when I think of it, it’ll be very, very bad.” He set the most current mock-up on Brian’s desk before lying down on the couch. “Ugh, I can’t think anymore.”
“Well, if you would have done it right the first time you wouldn’t be having this little problem,” Brian kidded.
“Yeah, fuck off,” Justin huffed. “I was only going by your notes.” He sat up, slouching against the back of the couch.
“But you’re the artiste,” Brian said as he got up and sat down next to Justin.
“And…” Justin said. “Your point being?”
”Uh…” Brian thought. “Oh, fuck. I think your inability to think wore off on me.”
“Excuses, excuses.” Justin sat up a little straighter. “Okay, I do have to say this.” He cleared his throat. “If I am going to keep helping you on this, it has to be done in moderation.”
“Why is that?”
“Because, if I have to look at all this,” Justin said gesturing to the copied pieces of art displaying images of naked men on the coffee table, “day in and day out almost every single day, I’ll either end up with a permanent hard on, or become immune to it altogether. Neither sounds too appealing.”
Brian let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that happened to Ted.”
“What? When?” Justin asked, turning to face Brian.
”Oh, about a year and a half ago. He had a porn site, jerkatwork.net—”
“I know that site.”
“Spend a lot of time on there, Sunshine?” Brian teased.
“Now why would I need work safe porn in my private personal studio? Go on.”
“Anyway, he saw so much whacking off, so many naked guys that he couldn’t get it up for days. Finally Emmett gave him some Viagra—”
“Wait! What was Emmett doing with Viagra?”
“It wasn’t his. It was his boyfriend’s,” Brian explained. He saw the confused expression on Justin’s face. “You know who George Schickle is?”
“Oh, yeah. The Pickle People Prefer,” Justin rattled off. “He was Emmett’s boyfriend?”
“Yeah, now stop interrupting me, twat.”
“Okay,” Justin lightly swatted Brian’s arm and laid his head on the back of the couch. “Continue.”
“So he got the Viagra. He took it and nothing happened. Well at least not when he wanted it to. All night, nothing. Then the next morning he woke up with a woody that wouldn’t go away.”
“Shit. What did he do?”
“He went to the doctor. Turns out, there was a blood clot or something. It was either stick something up his dick, or take an antihistamine. He took the latter.” Brian started to continue but couldn’t stop laughing.
“What? What’s so funny?” Justin asked. He really wanted to hear the rest of this.
“Well,” Brian said, calming down. “He finally got rid of it. But it happened at the worst possible time.”
“When?”
”While he was in the backroom getting sucked off.”
“Oh, my God! I would die if that happened to me,” Justin said, covering his mouth to stifle his laughter. “He told you all this?”
“Fuck no. Emmett was there and regaled us all with it later.”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to make sure this doesn’t happen to us,” Justin said as he sat up and straddled Brian. He leaned forward, pressing his cock into the brunette’s and nibbled on his earlobe. “Wanna play boss and office boy?”
“Are you gonna be a good or bad little office boy?” Brian gasped as the blonde continued to move against his cock.
Justin slid off Brian’s lap and knelt between the older man’s legs. He looked up with a smile. “I plan on being bad. Very, very bad.” He unzipped Brian’s pants and pulled out the hard leaking cock. He leaned his head forward and ran his tongue over the slit. He lifted his head up and glanced up into the dark hazel eyes and sighed. “Oh, my lunch break is over, and I need to get back to work so my boss won’t fire me.”
Brian reached down and gripped the sides of Justin’s head. “Your boss doesn’t fucking care if you take a long lunch. Trust me on this.”
Justin smiled up at him and said, “Anything you say, sir.” He lowered his head back down. He licked the hard cock from the base to the tip, and swirled his tongue around it. He could hear the moans coming from Brian and he glanced up to look at him, his head thrown back and his mouth agape.
He opened his mouth and sucked the head, his teeth gently scraping across the slit. His tongue pushed in and out of the little hole as he brought his hand up to massage Brian’s balls. He pushed his head down, humming and moaning until he felt it hit the back of his throat. Brian arched his hips beneath him. He pushed down harder and swallowed around the shaft, his throat squeezing it tightly. He pulled his head up slowly as he tugged on the brunette’s sac, licking the tip before pushing down hard, once again.
He felt Brian’s hips lift as the man took control. The fingers tightened in his hair and gently pushed his head lower to meet the thrusting hips. He relaxed his throat and let the other man take charge. He moaned and sucked as best he could as the hard shaft slid in and out of his mouth. He placed his hands on Brian’s thighs and moved his head faster, sucked harder and with more enthusiasm. The hands in his hair tightened and his mouth was filled with Brian’s cum. He eagerly swallowed each drop.
Brian lifted the blonde up and thrust his tongue into Justin’s mouth tasting himself. He pulled at the boy’s pants and opened them, never breaking the kiss. He gently shoved Justin back on the couch and released the hardness that was confined behind the denim. He watched as the blue eyes clouded over and a small pink tongue darted out to lick the red swollen lips he had just been kissing.
“You were a bad boy. How ever will I punish you?” Brian asked, grinning mischievously down at the blonde. He felt Justin’s hips lift as his back arched up off the couch, pushing the hard cock into his hands repeatedly. He smiled as he scooted down and lowered his head to lick the clear liquid pooling in the little slit. “Now that’s a good boy.”
He sucked the cock into his mouth in one swift movement. He heard the almost desperate strangling sound coming from the blonde as he swallowed deeply. He smiled around the cock and lifted his head, only to shove it back down with the same urgency. He grabbed Justin around his hips and pulled down the denim, his fingers sought out the tight hole between the cheeks. He gently tapped it, as he continued to suck the head hard and fast. He heard the way the blonde’s moan escalated and he knew that it wouldn’t be long. He pushed down one last time, swallowing repeatedly, his throat milking the hard shaft. He felt the cock being pushed deeper as Justin lifted his hips completely off the couch. Every drop was swallowed as Justin screamed out his pleasure.
He lifted up his head and smirked as he slowly climbed up the blonde. He claimed the swollen red lips in a hard demanding kiss. After a few minutes he broke the kiss and looked down into the dazed blue eyes. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch as much as I did mine.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Author:
hsbfc Chapter: 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Justin moves to Pittsburgh after ending a four year relationship. What happens when he meets Brian and his past and present collide?
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 1:: CHAPTER 2:: CHAPTER 3:: CHAPTER 4:: CHAPTER 5:: CHAPTER 6:: CHAPTER 7:: CHAPTER 8:: CHAPTER 9
Thursday morning Brian was back in Pittsburgh having breakfast with the guys at the diner.
“So did you get the account?” Nathan asked.
“Of course I did. There was never any doubt.”
“So who is he?” Ted asked.
“You mean you don’t know?” Nathan asked. “I thought you worked with him.”
“Yeah, I do, but Brian has been keeping this one top secret. I’m not even sure that Cynthia knows who he is,” Ted replied.
“She doesn’t. Well, I guess I can tell you this,” Brian said as he took a drink of coffee. “Do you remember the guy I was fucking—”
“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, sweetie,” Emmett chuckled.
“The guy from New York, if you would let me finish, Honeycutt.”
The three friends nodded.
“Well, it turns out that it’s the same guy. When I saw him I was like, ‘what the fuck’.”
“How did you not know it was him?” Justin asked in disbelief.
“The only information I had about him was his first name and a home telephone number. Anything more and the guy would have read too much into it. And all I had from the ‘client’ was his name, which is a very common name, an email address, and a work number,” Brian explained.
“Can you at least tell us what the business is?” Michael asked.
“It’s a gallery that will feature gay erotica. Well, at least that is what he wants to start out with.” Brian sighed. “I have no fucking clue who I am going to have do the art. It has to be handled perfectly. Especially with the shit load of money he is paying me.”
“Why not let Justin do it?” Nathan suggested.
“Hmmm,” Brian mused.
“Shut up, Nathan.” Justin glared at his friend.
“He’d be perfect,” Nathan went on, ignoring the look he was getting from his friend. “He’s a damn good artist, and the fact that this is for a gallery, makes it even more perfect.”
“That does sound interesting,” Brian agreed.
“Hey,” Justin said, waving his hand. “Remember me? Before the two of you start planning out the next few weeks of my life, don’t you think you should talk to me first? I mean, I could be busy.”
“Please,” Nathan scoffed. “Just the other day you were complaining about how bored you are. And that if you didn’t find some more work soon that you were going to go crazy.”
Justin sighed heavily and scratched at the back of his neck.
“What? Are you afraid to work with me, Sunshine?” Brian goaded.
“No. I’m just not sure if you could afford me.” Justin smirked.
“Is that so?” Brian raised his eyebrow.
“Brian,” Michael said, tugging at Brian’s arm. “Are you sure that’s wise?”
“What? Hiring Justin? Yeah.”
“No. Yes. I mean, working with someone you’ve fucked.” Michael said. “And also, wouldn’t the fact that you fucked your client complicate things?”
“No, cause I always keep my fucking separate from my business.”
“What about Kip Thomas?” Michael asked.
“The situation with Kip Thomas has nothing to do with this. It was completely different.” Brian explained.
“Are you gonna keep fucking him?” Michael asked.
“Who? My client? Why the fuck not?” Brian shrugged.
“Well, I’d better get going,” Ted said. Brian and Michael got up to let him out.
“Yeah, me too,” Michael said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Bye, Mikey,” Brian said before turning his attention to Justin. “So, you wanna do it?”
Justin got up and pulled on his jacket. “Yeah. I think I’d like to do it.”
“So do you want to come with me now? The sooner we get started the better.”
“Yeah, now would be fine.” Justin took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Nathan. “Here. I’ll call you later if I need you to pick me up.”
Brian and Justin exited the diner leaving Emmett and Nathan alone at the table.
“So, we have Brian and Justin working together on an ad campaign about erotic gay art,” Emmett commented. “Do you think they’ll ever get any work done?”
~~~~~
“Nice,” Justin commented as he walked into Kinnetik with Brian. “You’d never guess that this was an old bathhouse.”
“That was the plan,” Brian said. “Though, I did keep a couple of the amenities.”
“Oh?” Justin asked suggestively.
“Yeah, and if you’re a good little boy, maybe you can see some of them.”
“Whatever, Brian.” Justin rolled his eyes, but kept the smile on his face.
“Morning, boss,” Cynthia said as Brian and Justin stopped by her desk.
“Cynthia, this is Justin Taylor,” Brian said, gesturing to the blonde next to him. “He’ll be doing the artwork for the Luminescence account.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Justin.” Cynthia smiled.
“Nice to meet you, too.” Justin returned the smile in earnest.
“Okay, well, no interruptions,” Brian said as he closed the door behind them.
“So the guy named his gallery Luminescence?” Justin asked as he sat down on the couch.
“Yeah,” Brian answered as he got the folders and notes on the account out of his desk. He went and sat down next to Justin. “I think he named if for a friend or some guy he’s in love with. Who gives a fuck?”
“Well, it’ll certainly catch people’s attention,” Justin acknowledged as he picked up a folder. “Nice table. Mies van der Rhoe?”
“So you can recognize quality.” Brian smirked.
“What does that mean?” Justin asked leaning back and crossing his arms.
“Nothing. Just that as successful as you are, it’s surprising that you don’t have more expensive tastes. It looks like everything in your apartment, with exception to your electronics and art supplies, was bought at Wal-Mart or some place equally horrifying.”
Justin laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Okay,” Brian drawled.
“It’s just that my ex was into anything and everything expensive. It never really suited me. You’d get along with him great. He likes top of the line everything. He was always first in line when the new Armani collections would come out. That, and Prada, Gucci, D&G, Hugo Boss. We used to have a guest room but he eventually converted it into a walk-in closet for himself.” Justin leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and looked at Brian. “I think that’s one of the main differences between you and him.”
“What? I’d kill for a walk-in closet.” Brian laughed.
“Yeah, okay. But he is an incredibly selfish bastard who thinks only of himself.”
“I think there’s a long line of people who would disagree with you,” Brian scoffed.
“Well, then they don’t know you.”
“And you do?”
“I know what Lindsay has told me. I’ve seen you with Gus. There’s no way my ex would even think of giving up his Saturday morning to spend with his son.”
“He has a kid?”
“No. I just meant hypothetically. Actually, he can’t stand children.”
“Well, the only child I like is my own,” Brian said.
“Yeah, Gus is hard not to like. He’s a really good kid.” Justin took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Okay, enough about that. Let’s sell some gay erotica.”
The owner of the gallery already had a few artists lined up. He had—with their permission of course—made copies of some of their art to be used in the advertising.
Justin spent the day going back and forth between the art department and Brian’s office. He would make rough mock-ups and show them to Brian. Brian, in turn, would tell him what was wrong with them and tell him to fix it. Finally, around 7:00 p.m. Justin couldn’t take anymore.
“Okay, Brian,” Justin called out as he entered the ad man’s office. “If you tell me to redo this one more fucking time, I’ll…well I don’t know what I’ll do yet, but when I think of it, it’ll be very, very bad.” He set the most current mock-up on Brian’s desk before lying down on the couch. “Ugh, I can’t think anymore.”
“Well, if you would have done it right the first time you wouldn’t be having this little problem,” Brian kidded.
“Yeah, fuck off,” Justin huffed. “I was only going by your notes.” He sat up, slouching against the back of the couch.
“But you’re the artiste,” Brian said as he got up and sat down next to Justin.
“And…” Justin said. “Your point being?”
”Uh…” Brian thought. “Oh, fuck. I think your inability to think wore off on me.”
“Excuses, excuses.” Justin sat up a little straighter. “Okay, I do have to say this.” He cleared his throat. “If I am going to keep helping you on this, it has to be done in moderation.”
“Why is that?”
“Because, if I have to look at all this,” Justin said gesturing to the copied pieces of art displaying images of naked men on the coffee table, “day in and day out almost every single day, I’ll either end up with a permanent hard on, or become immune to it altogether. Neither sounds too appealing.”
Brian let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that happened to Ted.”
“What? When?” Justin asked, turning to face Brian.
”Oh, about a year and a half ago. He had a porn site, jerkatwork.net—”
“I know that site.”
“Spend a lot of time on there, Sunshine?” Brian teased.
“Now why would I need work safe porn in my private personal studio? Go on.”
“Anyway, he saw so much whacking off, so many naked guys that he couldn’t get it up for days. Finally Emmett gave him some Viagra—”
“Wait! What was Emmett doing with Viagra?”
“It wasn’t his. It was his boyfriend’s,” Brian explained. He saw the confused expression on Justin’s face. “You know who George Schickle is?”
“Oh, yeah. The Pickle People Prefer,” Justin rattled off. “He was Emmett’s boyfriend?”
“Yeah, now stop interrupting me, twat.”
“Okay,” Justin lightly swatted Brian’s arm and laid his head on the back of the couch. “Continue.”
“So he got the Viagra. He took it and nothing happened. Well at least not when he wanted it to. All night, nothing. Then the next morning he woke up with a woody that wouldn’t go away.”
“Shit. What did he do?”
“He went to the doctor. Turns out, there was a blood clot or something. It was either stick something up his dick, or take an antihistamine. He took the latter.” Brian started to continue but couldn’t stop laughing.
“What? What’s so funny?” Justin asked. He really wanted to hear the rest of this.
“Well,” Brian said, calming down. “He finally got rid of it. But it happened at the worst possible time.”
“When?”
”While he was in the backroom getting sucked off.”
“Oh, my God! I would die if that happened to me,” Justin said, covering his mouth to stifle his laughter. “He told you all this?”
“Fuck no. Emmett was there and regaled us all with it later.”
“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to make sure this doesn’t happen to us,” Justin said as he sat up and straddled Brian. He leaned forward, pressing his cock into the brunette’s and nibbled on his earlobe. “Wanna play boss and office boy?”
“Are you gonna be a good or bad little office boy?” Brian gasped as the blonde continued to move against his cock.
Justin slid off Brian’s lap and knelt between the older man’s legs. He looked up with a smile. “I plan on being bad. Very, very bad.” He unzipped Brian’s pants and pulled out the hard leaking cock. He leaned his head forward and ran his tongue over the slit. He lifted his head up and glanced up into the dark hazel eyes and sighed. “Oh, my lunch break is over, and I need to get back to work so my boss won’t fire me.”
Brian reached down and gripped the sides of Justin’s head. “Your boss doesn’t fucking care if you take a long lunch. Trust me on this.”
Justin smiled up at him and said, “Anything you say, sir.” He lowered his head back down. He licked the hard cock from the base to the tip, and swirled his tongue around it. He could hear the moans coming from Brian and he glanced up to look at him, his head thrown back and his mouth agape.
He opened his mouth and sucked the head, his teeth gently scraping across the slit. His tongue pushed in and out of the little hole as he brought his hand up to massage Brian’s balls. He pushed his head down, humming and moaning until he felt it hit the back of his throat. Brian arched his hips beneath him. He pushed down harder and swallowed around the shaft, his throat squeezing it tightly. He pulled his head up slowly as he tugged on the brunette’s sac, licking the tip before pushing down hard, once again.
He felt Brian’s hips lift as the man took control. The fingers tightened in his hair and gently pushed his head lower to meet the thrusting hips. He relaxed his throat and let the other man take charge. He moaned and sucked as best he could as the hard shaft slid in and out of his mouth. He placed his hands on Brian’s thighs and moved his head faster, sucked harder and with more enthusiasm. The hands in his hair tightened and his mouth was filled with Brian’s cum. He eagerly swallowed each drop.
Brian lifted the blonde up and thrust his tongue into Justin’s mouth tasting himself. He pulled at the boy’s pants and opened them, never breaking the kiss. He gently shoved Justin back on the couch and released the hardness that was confined behind the denim. He watched as the blue eyes clouded over and a small pink tongue darted out to lick the red swollen lips he had just been kissing.
“You were a bad boy. How ever will I punish you?” Brian asked, grinning mischievously down at the blonde. He felt Justin’s hips lift as his back arched up off the couch, pushing the hard cock into his hands repeatedly. He smiled as he scooted down and lowered his head to lick the clear liquid pooling in the little slit. “Now that’s a good boy.”
He sucked the cock into his mouth in one swift movement. He heard the almost desperate strangling sound coming from the blonde as he swallowed deeply. He smiled around the cock and lifted his head, only to shove it back down with the same urgency. He grabbed Justin around his hips and pulled down the denim, his fingers sought out the tight hole between the cheeks. He gently tapped it, as he continued to suck the head hard and fast. He heard the way the blonde’s moan escalated and he knew that it wouldn’t be long. He pushed down one last time, swallowing repeatedly, his throat milking the hard shaft. He felt the cock being pushed deeper as Justin lifted his hips completely off the couch. Every drop was swallowed as Justin screamed out his pleasure.
He lifted up his head and smirked as he slowly climbed up the blonde. He claimed the swollen red lips in a hard demanding kiss. After a few minutes he broke the kiss and looked down into the dazed blue eyes. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch as much as I did mine.”
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Date: 2006-12-02 02:54 am (UTC)I'm guessing that it's Derek and I'm probably wrong lol...
This will be a collision course from hell ;)
I really love this!
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Date: 2006-12-02 03:04 am (UTC)More will be known soon...
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Date: 2006-12-02 05:40 am (UTC)Hugs : kaylin
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Date: 2006-12-02 07:08 am (UTC)I'm working on getting the next chapter ready. I'll try and update soon.
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Date: 2006-12-02 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 07:59 pm (UTC)And now the wait... Thanks for the review!