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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Thirty-Five
The phone rang at nine.
“What?”
“Good morning sir, this is the front desk with your wake up call.”
“Fuck off.”
“Yes sir.”
Justin groaned, he didn’t feel like spending an entire day at the gallery arguing with Ranston but he knew he had to. He crawled out of bed, his only goal a shower.
“I’m gonna get going sweetie, my plane leaves in a little over an hour.”
Justin had forgotten Emmett was still there. “Why’d you sleep on the couch?”
“I like my arms attached.”
Justin smiled, “Brian only pretends to be jealous.”
“He’s not pretending, besides, better safe than sorry, especially when you were flying so high last night.”
Justin’s smile widened, “last night was fun. Fuck, did I do that to you Emmett?”
Emmett looked at him questioningly and then noticed where his eyes were directed; there was a large hickey on Emmett’s neck. “No baby, that was someone else.”
“Good, that’d be awkward.”
“I gotta go, see you at the show.”
“Yeah, and don’t forget…”
“I know, take care of Brian, we will.”
Justin leaned in to kiss Emmett on the cheek and once the door shut behind him he turned the shower on as hot as he could stand it and stood under the spray.
Emmet was in the elevator before he put a hand to his neck. Yes, Justin had done that, but in his sleep, and there was no reason to make an issue out of it. Emmett had lay down next to Justin after handing him his meds and some water. Soon after they both drifted off. He had awoken to Justin whispering Brian's name and nibbling at his neck. He’d pushed the blonde off of him and moved to the sofa for the rest of the night. Brian was one lucky bastard, he thought to himself as he hailed a cab to get him to the airport.
Justin was at the gallery by ten thirty, and ignored Ranston’s ramblings about punctuality. They started to go through the catalog for the show and time flew.
Brian tried to call Justin twice but there was no answer on the hotel phone and his cell went directly to voicemail. After the third message he stopped calling. Justin would call him when he could. He was at the gallery today.
He focused instead on the new line of cosmetics that he was working on making more upscale. Trying to get them into finer stores instead of hanging on racks at the Big Q. He thought he might have come up with a marketing angle that hadn’t been done a thousand times before when his phone rang.
“Is it too late to go to Dartmouth?”
”I think so, rough day?”
”Grrr, you don’t want to know.”
“Sure I do.”
“Fucking Ranston, wants to hang pieces so that they’ll juxtapose.”
“Juxtaposition is bad?”
“I want the show to flow, I want to start with certain pieces that ease into other pieces, kind of telling a story. In his version the story looks a lot like memento.”
”Well, that’s…. artsy.”
“It’s bullshit Brian. It’s MY stuff, it should hang in the order I say.”
“Sadly, he’s not as willing to put up with your being a bossy bottom as I am.”
Justin took a long drag of his cigarette, he was walking towards the nearest Starbucks, he wasn’t even sure he wanted coffee, he had just used the need for a latte as an excuse to get away from Ranston before he smashed one of his own paintings over the mans head.
“Brian, he’s an asshole.”
”Yeah, he is.”
“I suppose you won’t help me kill him either?”
”Not 'til after the show at least.”
“After the show I won’t need to kill him.”
“Then the problem goes away either way.”
“Brian.”
“Yeah?”
”You’re coming on Friday right?”
Brian sighed, “I’m getting really tired of that question.”
“I’m really getting tired of Ranston telling me what a wonderful contrast numbers 39 and 7 would be hanging next to each other.”
“Why don’t you take a break and get some lunch.”
“I’m getting a latte.”
“That’s not food.”
“Are we really gonna have this conversation?”
”Not if you ate this morning.”
Justin was silent.
“Last night?”
Justin still didn’t say anything.
Brian’s free hand balled into a fist. “I’m not coming to New York if you’re gonna be all skinny and crazy when I get there.”
“You said you liked me crazy.”
“Fucking eat something.”
Justin took his latte and left Starbucks. “There’s a hotdog vendor, will that make you happy?”
”Sure, botulism sounds delicious.”
“Fuck you.”
”I’m planning on fucking you.”
Justin rolled his eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
”How the fuck did you know I was rolling my eyes?”
”I heard it.”
“I’m gonna scream.”
“You’re on the street in New York, I don’t think anyone will even notice.”
Justin shook his head. “Hang on Brian. One with mustard. Okay I’m back.”
“You’re really eating a hotdog on the street.”
“I don’t have time to do much else, if I stay away too long I’m going to have to revisit the fights I’ve already won this morning.”
“I’d help if I could.”
“I know you would.”
“Who’s babysitting you tonight?”
”I think Ted and Blake are in town, but I’m thinking of blowing them off. I’m tired. You?”
“I’m going over to Lindsay’s to help her assemble something for Gus, or JR.”
“Did she buy something just so you’d have to assemble it?”
Brian laughed. “Maybe she took something apart so I’d have to reassemble it. The kid is six, I still don’t know what a fucking gratchett is.”
“Well, it’ll be nice for you to spend time with Gus, you haven’t had a lot of time lately.”
“You mean I haven’t been using my time wisely lately.”
”I was trying not to nag.”
”It’s amazing how well you can nag without actually saying anything.”
”Yeah, I’m just that good.”
“You are good.”
“Except when I’m bad.”
“Even then, you’re pretty fucking good.”
“Stop, I’m blushing. I’ve got to go, I’m back at the gallery, and GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! He’s rearranging things we’ve already agreed on.”
“Friday.”
”Yeah, later.” Justin said distracted as he closed his phone and stormed into the gallery to fight for his vision of his first solo show.
Brian put the phone down relieved. Justin was angry, but he wasn’t scared, and he’d at least tried to eat. Two fucking days. No big deal, they were grown men, he was Brian fucking Kinney for fucks sake, he could handle two fucking days until he saw Justin.
At seven Justin’s phone rang again, It was Ted and Blake. “Hey, we were wondering what you were doing for dinner.”
“Joining you, but I have to get back to the hotel, shower and change. I’ll meet you in the lobby at eight?”
”Sounds good.”
He hung up quickly and promised Ranston he’d be at the teaser show on Saturday, and at the Sunday brunch with the backers. He also made Ranston promise not to touch the order they’d agreed upon, and headed back to the hotel.
Blake and Ted were waiting for him in the lobby when he came back down. They debated options and ended up at an upscale trendy annoyingly pretentious place with mediocre food but Blake was actually pleasant company. He had amusing client stories and Ted filled Justin in on what he’d missed while he was gone. Neither one would tell him what kind of car Brian had bought; they’d been sworn to secrecy.
At eleven they left and Justin went back up to his room. He was tired, and his head was spinning with ideas for the show, and ideas for new paintings, he grabbed his sketchbook, he took his meds and waited for Brian to call.
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Brian showed up on Lindsay’s doorstep at seven, he’d changed into jeans. She greeted him with a hug and a large box. “It says all the tools are included.”
Brian snorted, “They’re always missing something, what is this anyway?”
“It’s a play center for JR.”
Brian stared for a second. “If I promise to stay and be babysat anyway, do I still have to put this together?”
Lindsay laughed, “Yes, you know Michael can’t work a gratchett, and you were so good with Gus’s swing set.”
“Yeah, great, as I recall Mel was the one who actually got it to stand up and hold weight.”
“Well, Mel isn’t around to do that now.”
Brian tried to ignore the note of sadness in Lindsay’s voice. Instead he opened the box and pretended to study the assembly manual.
“Brian… About the car.”
“You don’t like the color?”
“You know I can’t accept it.”
“Bullshit, you need to be able to get to work, it’s the safest thing on the road, and it’s what’s best for Gus, and JR.”
“Brian, I’m trying to stand on my own here.”
“I’m not stopping you, go stand all by yourself, stand anywhere you want, just stand there with the keys in your pocket.”
Lindsay sighed. “It’s too much.”
“It’s nothing. Give it to Gus when he’s 16 we’ll call it an early birthday present.”
“Brian.” Lindsay laughed.
He smiled at her, “I want you to have the fucking car okay, you and the kids need it, you can’t keep taking Justin’s and I’m sure as hell not lending you mine so really, it’s for me. This way I don’t have to lend your or Justin my new car.”
“So you bought me the new Volvo SUV with a DVD player for the kids and all the bells and whistles because you’re selfish and won’t share your car with me or Justin?”
“Yes.”
She laughed again. “Fine, but this is the last thing I’m accepting from you.”
“Actually I was thinking we should put an addition onto this house.”
“Brian!”
“Seriously, JR’s a regular speed demon, and Gus isn’t exactly shrinking, I figured we’d add on a large living room, a study and Make the kitchen a little bigger, nothing too extravagant but…”
“Brian you can’t just give me a house.”
“Who’s giving you a house? I’m increasing the resale value of the property. Besides, if you want Gus to have a dog, you should probably fence in the back yard, and if I’m going to do that, then we need to figure out where the back yard is, and we can’t do that until we put the addition on. It’s just more practical this way.”
Lindsay sighed and went to the kitchen to check on dinner, trying to decide if she wanted to strangle or hug him for his unwavering generosity. In the end she just decided to feed him, and they both got slightly buzzed from a couple of bottles of wine before he kissed her lightly on the cheek and walked back to the house. It was a little after 11.
He pulled his cell out of his pocket and called Justin.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“You sound tired.”
“You got that from hey?”
“I know everything remember?”
“I remember lots of things.”
“How was dinner with Ted and Blake?”
“Blake has a personality, did you know that?”
“Yeah, found out last night, shocked the hell out of me.”
Justin laughed, “Me too, but he’s funny.”
“His client stories are great.”
“Have I mentioned how much I am not looking forward to tomorrow?”
“You and Daphne, sounds like fun.”
“I’m too tired to keep up with her.”
“Someone’s getting old.” Brian singsonged.
“I’m not getting old, but these stupid meds make me tired, and I’ve been working all day.”
“And partying all night.”
“Just last night.”
“And the night before.”
“We’re not really having this conversation.”
“No, we’re not. I am not a hypocrite.”
“Oh you so are, but I’m not tired because I’ve been dancing I’m tired because…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What.”
“It’s stupid.”
“So.”
“Because it’s hard to sleep when you’re not in the bed.”
Brian laughed.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you sunshine, I’m just glad you didn’t get to used to me not being around.”
“I hate it when you’re not around.”
“I know the feeling.”
“What are you wearing?”
Brian smiled widely, “nothing.”
“Mmmmmm, that’s too bad.”
“Why’s that?” Justin could hear him smirking.
“Because I was gonna take your clothes off with my teeth, but you’re already naked.”
“I can put them back on.”
“No don’t bother, I’m too tired to do much anyway, I’d probably have fallen asleep after your third button.”
“I’m not wearing a button down.”
“I thought you weren’t wearing anything.”
“Yeah, that too. What are you wearing?”
“Just my white underwear, I’m in bed, tired.”
“You take your meds?”
“You know I did, they make me groggy.”
“You drink anything tonight?”
“Some pretentious microbrew beer.”
“That all?”
“And one tiny tiny tiny bottle of gin.”
“Tell me you didn’t take your meds with a mini bar bottle of gin.”
“I thought you told me not to lie to you.”
Brian sighed, “Someday you’ll go a whole day without making me worry.”
“Someday you’ll stop worrying about things that don’t matter.”
“You matter.”
“I love you Brian.”
“I love that about you.”
“G’night.”
“Sleep well sunshine.”
“Friday?”
“Friday.”
“Promise?”
“Mmmmmm hmmm.”
“K”
Brian closed the phone and left a message on Cynthia’s voicemail.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Daphne was staying on the same sofa that Justin had slept on for months while he was in New York. She was banging on his hotel room door at ten the next morning.
He flung the door open and greeted her with a wide grin.
“You’re a freak.”
”You’re the freak, banging loud enough to wake the dead.”
“I’ve been knocking for ten minutes.”
“I was in the shower.”
He moved aside to let her in. “So what’s on the agenda today?”
“Whatever you want, I’m just here to…”
“Don’t tell me Deb roped you into babysitting too.”
Daphne shot him a confused look, “babysitting? No, I just haven’t had a chance to hang out with you in like forever.”
“That’s because you and Brad have spent like, every waking moment together.”
“Well, yeah, he’s been around a lot, but you haven’t exactly been Mr. Available.”
“I was working.”
“Among other things.”
“Hey, it’s been a rough year.”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “In the six years you’ve known Brian, which year wasn’t rough?”
Justin thought about it, he almost said something and then closed his mouth again. “Brian is high maintenance.”
“So are you.”
“We have one of those roller coaster relationships.”
“Sounds nauseating.”
“It is, but what am I supposed to do, I love him.”
“Duh, you told me that the day after you met him.”
Justin shrugged. “He really is a great fuck.”
Daphne leaned back on the bed and threw a pillow at him. “Are we going to spend yet ANOTHER day hanging out and talking about Brian or might we actually do something?”
“Lets, go, we can be tourists if you want.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Daph.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry. I forget sometimes that you’ve been there for like, all of it, Christ, I must be the most annoying best friend ever.”
“Well, you’re not always the easiest to get a hold of, but I get it. I mean, you two, and you and me, we’re friends, that’s what we do, I mean how many times have I made you bring me ice cream at four in the morning because some asshole called, or didn’t call, or left, or wouldn’t leave, it’s what we do, it’s how we are.”
“I know but, just, thank you okay?”
“Thank you too. Now can we go do something corny before I cry?”
“Sure, Empire State Building or Statue of Liberty.”
“Uggggh, suddenly touristy sounds less fun, can’t we just go shopping.”
Justin smiled and Daphne’s smile was even wider, “I know just the place.”
They were laughing and joking and generally acting like the teenagers they used to be, and drawing odd looks from some of the clientele at Barney’s.
Justin bought Daphne a pair of earrings she’d been eyeing, and she bought him an outrageously expensive messenger bag to replace the ratty one he’d been carrying for years.
“Daph, you can’t afford this.”
“Of course I can.”
“While working for practically minimum wage at the clinic?”
“Didn’t I tell you, I got approved for licensure, I’m a therapist.”
“You’re a…”
“I finally finished my Masters and my supervision training. Fucking internship impoverished me but now they brought me on at the hospital as a full time clinician, so real money.”
“Yeah but even hospital clinician real money…”
“Justin, how many months did you pay half the rent even though you were living with Brian.”
“We weren’t living together, that’s why I paid you rent.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you weren’t living together how come I saw you like, twice a month?”
“Ummm…”
“Yeah, so let me do this for you.”
“Fine, but then I’m buying you the matching necklace.”
“Don’t be a dork.”
Justin went back to the jewelry counter, and Daphne smiled. She was just relived to see Justin so happy, and to think that she’d finally finished school. Maybe after all the drama, they could both be happy.
They continued to prattle on, finishing each other’s sentences, oversharing about their love lives, and generally reminding themselves why their friendship had lasted so long while they had lunch, and continued to shop. Justin was looking for something to wear to the opening, but he wasn’t too worried about it, he still had the stuff Brian had bought him on his first trip to Barney’s.
Daphne was looking for something for a special occasion but she wouldn’t mention what it was. Finally Justin spun her around. “Just tell me what’s happening, then I can help you find the right outfit.”
“I um…”
“You umm….” Justin rolled his hands trying to get her to finish her sentence.
“I ummm, think Brad’s gonna propose.”
Justin pulled her into a hug. Then pulled back “you think?”
“Well, we’ve talked about it, and we’ve kind of looked at rings, and then I kind of got some signals, and then I um…”
“You ummm…”
“I sort of found the ring in his underwear drawer.”
“Which you were rifling through because?”
“Because I thought there might be a ring in there.”
Justin laughed “and you’re sure it’s for you?”
She pushed Justin, “who else would it be for? We’ve been together almost a year, and well, I think I love him.”
“You think?”
“I love him.”
“Good, so when?”
“I don’t know, but I think this weekend, when I get back, he’s got reservations at Papagano’s and well, it seems the perfect time, and it’s where we went on our first real date…”
“Two months after you’d already been fucking.”
“Why date a guy if he’s gonna be lousy in bed?”
“And I’m the freak.”
“Can we just accept we’re both freaks?”
“Sure, so lets find you something dazzling.”
Daphne smiled and followed Justin who helped her find the perfect outfit for the upcoming occasion.
When he dropped her off back at her friends house he was sad to say goodbye, but they’d both be back in Pittsburgh by the end of the month. He stayed for a little while with his old roommates, had a beer or two, and was going to head back to the hotel when they invited him out to the club with them.
He had turned them down so many times before but tonight it sounded like fun. They were surprised when he said yes. Daphne was invited as well, but she begged off, claiming to have a headache. Justin knew that Daphne was a great fag hag in almost every aspect, but she HATED to watch him club. She hated to watch him with anyone but Brian. He loved Daph, and never minded the quirk. He found it cute that she was bothered far more by the tricking than either Brian or Justin. He kissed her on the cheek and left with the guys.
The club was packed, and Justin, as usual lost himself to the beat. He ordered a shot and a beer, and then another shot. When Paul, one of his old roommates offered him a bump he took it.
“Shit that’s strong.”
“My own special trail mix.”
Justin was feeling good, the four of them danced together until Joe and Raymond found other guys to disappear with. He and Paul were dancing when Justin felt a strong arm at his waist. He spun to see who was invading his space and smiled, the guy was not too tall, probably about 5’ 11” with light brown hair and gray eyes. He was a good dancer too. When they spun again Paul was off with someone else and Justin continued to dance with gray eyes. They were moving against each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together when he felt a taller presence against his back.
Justin continued to move, gracefully backing away a bit to see what this one looked like. He was hotter than gray eyes. Olive skin, broad chest, strong hands, Black hair and tall. He was definitely Brian’s type Justin thought as he let himself be sandwiched between the two.
Paul joined them again after a couple of songs and offered Justin another bump. He took it gratefully and then headed back to the bar for a drink. Grey eyes and Olive Skin followed him. They each bought a round, and after the three shots, and another beer Justin whispered leaned in to lick Olive Skin’s ear, “Wanna come back to my hotel?”
Olive skin nodded and Grey eyes looked disappointed until Justin smiled his patented sunshine smile, “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you here alone”, and he pulled Gray eyes by the waistband as Olive skin followed the two out of the club.
“Fuck” Paul said to Raymond, I thought he was…
“Yeah,” Raymond said, I didn’t peg him as that good.
“But he is”
“Apparently.”
The two went back to dancing.
“Either of you have a car?”
Gray eyes and Olive skin shook their heads. Justin hailed a cab.
When all three were in the back Justin gave the address and leaned back as the four hands of the other men began to stroke him. He stroked back, and sighed softly as he felt his shirt lifted and a tongue on his nipple.
They tried to restrain themselves as they headed up to the suite but by the time the elevator was opening Grey eyes shirt was off and Olive skin was tugging at the waistband of Justin's jeans.
He opened the door and directed his guest to the bed. He pulled a few more bottles out of the mini bar and tossed them onto the bed, downing one himself.
Then he took control.
“I want you.” He pointed at Grey eyes.
“You.” He gestured to Olive skin, can eat my ass while I’m fucking him.
They were both naked now and Justin pulled out a condom and some lube, he was shoving his fingers into Grey eyes, watching as his ass pushed back on his hand, making him even harder, and as he moved himself towards the man kneeling on the bed he felt hands on his ass cheeks, and a tongue along his crack. He moaned and pushed himself into the willing ass on the bed, burying himself to the hilt.
He heard the moans the man was making, he leaned forward, and pushed the tricks head down with his hands, while pumping into him with long and slow strokes.
He felt a lubed finger in his ass, and pushed back against it while he fucked the other man. The guy was tight, good, and squeezing his ass around Justin’s dick. He felt another finger in his ass and was pumping back on the fingers and then into the ass in front of him. He kept his rhythm moving faster and harder as the fingers found his prostate and started to wriggle against it. He moaned louder, and let out a yell as he came.
Sweaty he lay back on the bed.
“Suck him off.” Justin ordered olive skin, motioning towards Gray eyes. And as the man crawled across the bed to do just that Justin watched the action.
Grey eyes was on his knees, his mouth licking at Justin's neck and nipples, his hands stroking his thighs. Olive skin was on his back, sucking Gray eyes off, letting him fuck his mouth.
When Justin was hard again he got up from the bed and pushed his re-sheathed cock into Olive skin, resting the mans long dark legs on his pale shoulders, grabbing and fisting the guys thick cock at the same time.
A few seconds later Brian walked in.
Both men stopped moving when they saw a new player enter the suite.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Brian had decided to cancel any Friday meetings he had and take a late flight Thursday night instead. He figured he’d surprise Justin. By the time he got out of the airport and caught a cab it was well after midnight. It was almost one when he finally got to the hotel. Cynthia had called ahead, so the concierge had the key ready for him. He hoped Justin wasn’t asleep.
He wasn’t.
When Brian walked in he was a little surprised, but then he was just fucking hard. Christ the kid looked hot, fucking that guy, the dark legs on his shoulder, his head thrown back.
The two men stopped when they saw him enter. He closed the door behind him.
“Hi honey I’m home.”
Justin smiled “You’re early.”
“Looks to me like I’m right on time.”
The men began to move again when they realized they were not in the middle of a domestic dispute.
Brian pulled off his sweater and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his jeans and the men were more than happy to let the gorgeous new player onto the field.
Brian stood behind Justin, his arms around his waist. Justin leaned his head back to kiss Brian, while continuing to thrust into Olive skin. “He’s hot.” Brian whispered in his ear.
“You’re hotter.” Justin said.
“Still mine?”
Justin gave him a look that told him everything, and within moments Brian slid a condom on and was buried deep inside Justin, who was now moaning more loudly.
“Fuck me Brian.” He said as Brian pushed into him while he pushed into Olive skin. Brian was setting the pace now, and soon Grey eyes came, his head thrown back, his mouth open. He moved out from beneath Olive skin and began to use his mouth and his hands again. He was kneeling over the man Justin was fucking and licking at Justin's nipples, tugging at them with his teeth, taking small nips and long licks and butterfly flicks of his tongue along his chest and around his pink and hard nipples. He leaned up to kiss the him but the blonde leaned his head away, offering his neck as he kissed the really hot hazel eyed guy behind him.
Justin was on overload. His tongue and Brian's swirling together. His cock thrusting into the hot guy who was making small mewling sounds in the back of his throat. The feather light and then pinching nips of a hot mouth across his chest and belly. His ass burning and full, Brian moving inside him expertly. He came moments later, shooting hard. He would have fallen if Brian hadn’t held him upright. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, Brian’s hard chest to lean back on.
Justin pulled out, and Brian pushed into him again. Justin was on top of Olive skin now, His mouth finding neck, nipples, chest, to lick and suck as Brian fucked him harder. Justin was pushing his cock against the man under him. They rubbed themselves together until he felt him come. The sticky warm fluid making them slide against each other while Brian continued his assault until Justin felt himself about to come again.
“Close Brian.”
“I’ll get you there sonny-boy”
And that did it. Justin came again, his ass squeezing against Brian until he could hold back no longer and he came as well, feeling Justin’s anal walls milking him. He groaned loudly as his head fell back.
Wet, sticky, naked, both Brian and Justin lay on the bed, kissing each other, and letting the other two move their mouths along their prone bodies.
“You’re not supposed to be here 'til tomorrow.”
“Yeah, but then I would have missed all this.”
“Bullshit you missed me.”
“Well, you apparently weren’t missing me.”
“Please, it took two of them to even come close to satisfying me, you can do it in five minutes without taking your clothes off.”
Brian raised an eyebrow, “really?”
Justin let out a hiss as Gray eyes licked along his thigh and lathed his balls. “Mmmmmm really.”
Brian smiled again, leaning over to kiss Justin deeply, allowing Olive skin to rim him.
The two of them lay, tangled in each other, murmuring to one another, while the other two men worked them back to full arousal.
“Want you inside me again.” Justin whispered.
“With an audience?”
“Don’t fucking care.” Justin almost growled with need.
Brian took it upon himself to dismiss the tricks. “We’re done now, you guys can go.”
They looked at each other, and the couple intimately entwined on the bed and grabbed their clothes quickly.
When they were gone Brian lay fully on top of Justin, stroking the blonde bangs off of his sweaty forehead. “You are so fucking hot.”
Justin smiled, “You are beautiful. Now fuck me.”
“See what I mean about bossy bottoms?”
“Brian.” It was almost a whine, as he wrapped his pale legs around Brian's waist, thrusting his erection against Brian's body. Please.
Brian needed to hear more, the kid had already come at least three times tonight, but he wanted to make him desperate again. He smiled and moved his mouth down Justin's body, blowing hot kisses against his chest, licking lightly at the head of his cock, sucking his balls, gently rolling one around on his tongue, and then the other. He felt Justin's breathing become more rapid. He felt his own desire increase.
He moved his body up again, rubbing their erections against each other, slowly, almost languidly, until Justin was beyond need.
“Now Brian, NOW!”
Brian smiled, and grabbed a condom, he pushed into Justin, folding him in half, watching his blue eyes turn darker, and glaze over with pleasure. He was on his knees now and he lifted Justin's body, his small feet hitting the headboard, his shoulders the only thing on the bed and he slammed into him, hard.
Justin's scream was probably heard throughout the entire hotel as he did it again.
Justin had wanted Brian, needed him, and now, all the blood was rushing to his head, his body felt like it was freefalling, it’s only connection to the earth was Brian inside him, and then he pulled out and slammed back in, hard, hitting the sweet spot with agonizingly beautiful force. He cried out Brian's name, again and again and when he finally came, Brian was right behind him.
The two of them lay on the bed, drenched with sweat, and come. The room smelled like sex, and lust and them. And they slept like that, entangled both sleeping better in their naked wet and sticky condition than they had since Justin left for New York less than a week ago.
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