Title: When Fangirlsboys Strike Back

Author: vlredreign

Theme: #7-Justin gets fucked with something large

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Do I gotta??

Beta: Thanks to my bitchesofbritin and xie_xie_xie for pre-reading and threats, and vamphile for pointing out the “oopsies”.

A/N: This story takes place in vamphile’s wonderful Superstar/Visible-verse. Thanks, Vamp, for loaning me your “fangirls must die!”-Justin, and letting me play in your sandbox. I had a really great time!!

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The door to the loft closed with a bang. Brian dropped his coat over the arm of the sofa and stared towards the bedroom. An initial sweep didn’t reveal Justin’s whereabouts, but a soft snicker did. Brian turned and stepped over to the computer. Confused by Justin’s apparent lack of joy that he was home, Brian nudged Justin’s thigh, rather hard. After all, flying to New York and back in the same day was grueling, and Brian felt that Justin should be grateful that he managed to get back at a decent hour.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself.”

“Brian, fuck,” Justin rubbed his thigh.

“That’s what you get for ignoring me.”

“Sorry, I was…busy.” Justin stood and stretched, then kissed Brian.

“So…what were you doing that caused you to not be waiting at the door for me…naked?”

“I was…what? When did I agree to that?”

“Last night, remember? You promised to be waiting at the door, naked, ready to blow me on my arrival.”

Justin laughed hard. “How fucked up were you last night?”

“I wasn’t fucked up. I distinctly remember you offering to blow me.”

“Yeah, last night. I promised to blow you last night. And I did, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, but I still think you should blow me. I did have a hard day, after all.”

“How did the audition go?”

“Fine. I’ll be guest-starring on Grey’s Anatomy this fall.”

“No shit! What’s the role?”

“A paramedic. A Nazi asshole paramedic.”

Justin laughed even harder. “I wonder if they’ll do something cheesy, like draw a humongous swastika tattoo on your back.”

Brian went silent.

“What?” Justin asked.

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth.

“No way.”

“On my stomach, actually.” Brian cocked an eyebrow. “If you don’t stop laughing, I’m never fucking you again.”

“Right. I so believe that. You can’t go three hours without fucking me.”

“And it’s been eight hours already.”

“Poor thing. I thought you wanted me to blow you.”

“Right. Stop distracting me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Mr. Kinney.”

Justin reached for Brian’s zipper, and grinned around his mouthful when Brian groaned.

He was so easy.

*****

“So, what were you giggling about when I walked in?”

“Oh! Remember those stupid fangirls that I talked to in LA? The ones that thought they knew more than I did about us?”

“You mean the fangirls that you ranted, raved and screamed about when we were in LA?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not tonight, dear. By the way, what’s for dinner?”

“Chinese. It should be here any minute. Anyway, I posted something today, and, well…here, sit down.”

“I need sustenance before dealing with your online friends.”

“They’re not my friends!! I hate them!! Stupid bitches, you should see what they’re saying about us now.”

Brian sighed. “What are they saying?”

“Never mind.” Justin pouted.

“Let me see,” Brian said, heading for the computer. Before he could sit down, a loud knock sounded. Cursing, and knowing that Justin never had any cash on him, Brian went to the door to pay for dinner.

Closing the door, he asked, “Just out of curiosity, what if I hadn’t beat the delivery guy? How were you gonna pay for dinner?”

“Umm, duh, you keep a stack of bills on top of the dresser.”

“Because you never have any cash.”

“Quit bitching and hand me my spareribs, please.”

Brian passed over a carton, and stuck his chopsticks into his chow mein. Dragging a chair over, he parked himself in front of the computer, next to Justin.

“Now, no more stalling. What are you and the fangirls fighting about this time?”

“You make it sound as if I do this all the time, or something.”

“Justin, you’ve been fighting with them since LA, and that was over a year ago. I think you like fighting with them. In fact, I seem to recall a particular spirited exchange about fucking raw this summer.”

“As if they have a fucking clue how two guys would do it.”

“Actually, they do. Pornotube.”

Justin made a noise that sounded like ‘pfft.’ Brian could be wrong, though.

“Anyway, it pissed me off.”

“Why? Because we actually aren’t doing it raw?”

“No, it’s…no, Brian.” Justin said, looking serious. “We’re not ready for that. I’m not ready for that.”

“You sure? You were rather pissy around that time.”

“Why? Are you? Ready, I mean?”

“No. If we do that, then…” Brian trailed off. What would that mean, exactly? No more tricking, mono…Christ, he couldn’t even say that, even in his own mind. “No. Not yet.”

“Well, then,” Justin said hesitantly. This felt like a conversation that they’d be having again at some point. He shook his head briskly. “Anyway, they’ve been having this writing contest. Most of them suck, by the way.”

“I’m sure they do,” Brian answered, smirking.

“They do! God! It’s awful. Some of them wouldn’t know a comma if it bit them on the ass, and some of them…I would never call you baby.”

Brian couldn’t help but laugh at Justin’s righteous indignation. “You say that like it’s offensive.”

Justin looked Brian in the eye, batting his lashes in that slow-blink way that made Brian want to give Justin all his money…what wasn’t on the dresser, anyway, and said in a breathy voice, “Hey, baby.”

Brian lasted two seconds before laughing, then choking on a piece of wonton that went down the wrong tube. Justin pounded him on the back, exclaiming “See? It’s so ridiculous that the very mention of the word makes you choke. Literally.”

“Shut the fuck up and get me a beer,” Brian wheezed. Justin went to the kitchen and returned with two beers, handing one to Brian, who look a long swallow.

“Better?”

“Yeah. But don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“What?”

“Stalling. Now, show me whatever it is that has you all aflutter.”

Justin sighed and maximized the screen.

Brian skimmed over the page, eyes returning to the top and reading slower. He turned to Justin.

“Fisting?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s…”

“Yeah. Of course they got that all wrong, too.”

Brian stared at Justin. “Let me guess. You wrote one, too.”

Justin scrolled down to the next post and clicked.

Title: Take It All

Author: blondeboyass23

Rating: NC-17

“’Take It All?’” Brian asked.

“I saw it on one of your porn tapes, sounded like a good idea.”

“Hmm.” Brian scrolled down a bit.

Justin gasped sharply as Brian’s wrist, shiny and dripping with lube, disappeared another fraction inside him. As what Justin suspected was Brian’s middle finger slid past his prostate, he shuddered. Brian’s free hand was there, stroking his thighs and belly lightly.

“Easy. Breathe, Justin.”

Justin nodded and attempted to calm down. He couldn’t help it; this was something they rarely did, which made it that much more intense. It wasn’t something that he immediately bounced back from. There was pain, sure, and cramping that continued into the next day, and the emotional toll was overwhelming. But he wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.

Of all the things that he and Brian had done, this one thing was perhaps the most intimate act they ever performed together. It bespoke of a love and trust that ran deep, so deep that they sometimes forgot it was there, and other times overwhelmed all else.

Brian looked at Justin. “Is that how it really feels to you?”

Justin bit at his thumbnail. “Sometimes. It...” Justin trailed off. “Keep going.”

Brian frowned a bit, but did as Justin asked.

Justin’s body began to arch as Brian curled his hand into a fist. Brian held him down with the other hand, ever wary of hurting Justin. As Justin’s breathing and heartbeat calmed, Brian began to move his fist, slowly. Very, very slowly. As before, it didn’t take long.

For Justin, the pain and pleasure morphed into something else, something inexplicable and unobtainable. It was as if this were the orgasm he’d been waiting his whole life to have, this avalanche of feeling and emotion and...it was electric. Like being struck by lightning, only the lightning felt amazing, even as every nerve short-circuited and all he could do was scream, because there were no words, nothing to coherently explain this adequately. But Brian would understand. He’d know what Justin felt. He always did.

Justin looked up. “Does that answer your question?”

Brian nodded. “So...what did the fangirls say that got your boxers in a twist?”

“Oh, they just...they’re so...unrealistic about all this. Half the time they think I’m a human pretzel, other times they think my asshole is the size of the Holland Tunnel...you should see how they write this shit. Like my asshole has an open/shut switch like a garage door opener. I’m surprised that they don’t have you shoving a zucchini up there.”

Laughing, Brian pulled Justin closer. “So, you wanna ‘feel the lightning’?”

“Oh my god, Brian, that’s as cheesy as this!”

“It wasn’t cheesy. It was...kinda hot, actually.”

“Really?” Justin asked, rubbing his forehead against Brian’s chest.

“Yeah.” Brian nudged Justin’s head up and kissed him. “I love the way your face looks when you come like that. It’s amazing.”

“I love the way you look at me when I come like that.”

“Come on,” Brian said, pulling Justin up from the chair. “Let’s go give your fangirls something to squee about.”

“Squee? Have you been checking my bookmarks again?”

“Once or twice. There is this one person, Vamphile, I think....she’s crazy.”

“God, she so is! You should see the things she does to me...I mean, Justin...fuck, this is confusing.”

“Shut up and get naked,” Brian said, pushing Justin up the stairs.

“Yes, Mr. Kinney.”