TITLE: Ready to Go
AUTHOR: tweedygal
WARNINGS: It's porn, be warned.
A/N: This takes place at midnight in a studio on the PIFA campus, with snowballing of sorts. Thanks to my beta jule122. I had some encouragement from besamislabios and dirtylttlescret. Otherwise I wouldn't have finished...



Brian tried to focus on the blowjob. The trick was hot. Gorgeous body, beautiful lips made for sucking cock. Which he did, unfortunately, very badly. Brian closed his eyes and tried to relax. When he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, he couldn't answer it fast enough.

"What?" he barked.

"Brian? I need you to come pick me up. I missed the bus back to the loft."

"I'm in the middle of something." Brian looked down at the trick. The middle of nothing was more like it.

"Please? I don't have cab fare. Daphne isn't picking up. I lost track of time…" Justin sounded tired and a little plaintive. Brian relented a bit.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes. Be waiting." Brian said gruffly. "I'm not waiting for you."

"I'll be ready." Justin said. "Thanks. I owe you. Again."

Brian hung up the phone and said, "That's it, Mr. Hoover. We're done." He pushed the trick away, ignoring his protests as he left the back room.

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The art building was mostly dark when Brian pulled up just after midnight, but the front entrance was well-lit, and Brian expected to see Justin waiting there for him. He shifted into park and and honked his horn. No Justin.

Brian heaved a sigh. "Stupid little fuck," he thought. "He's never where he's supposed to be." He waited impatiently, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, he killed the engine and climbed out of the Jeep.

He called Justin, who picked up on the first ring. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't want to wait down there alone. I'll be there in a minute." Brian felt his anger at Justin fade at the vulnerability in his voice.

"Wait...where are you?"

"Second floor, the only studio with the light on."

"I'm coming up. Stay there."

Brian took the stairs. As he entered the large room, Justin was sitting on a sofa near the back, putting sketches into his portfolio.

"Hey," Brian said. Justin turned and flashed him a smile. At that, the very last of Brian's frustration vanished. He walked over and kissed Justin. Putting his portfolio aside, Justin wrapped his arms around Brian and said, "Thanks for coming."

"Ahhh, but I haven't come," Brian remarked. "Yet."

He kissed Justin again, his tongue tracing the contours of his lips before plunging into his mouth, tangling with Justin's. Justin's moaned into Brian's kiss, his hands reaching around Brian's neck, fingers curling into his hair, pulling his mouth closer. Brian's mouth left Justin's, his tongue trailing over his lips again, then moving down Justin's neck, licking and sucking his collarbone. He tugged at Justin's hoody, pulling it back to expose more of his shoulders.

Finally, Justin pulled away, unzipping his hoody and pulling off his t-shirt. He reached for Brian and began working at his clothes too. Brian let him take off his shirt and undershirt, but when Justin reached for the buttons on his jeans, Brian grabbed his hands in one of his and walked him backward to the sofa. He pushed Justin with his other hand until Justin sat, then let go.

Justin looked up at him coyly before he pulled Brian's hips closer. His hands ran over Brian's ass, and he brought one to the front to rub Brian's dick through his jeans. He kissed it through the denim, mouthing and rutting at it. It was hotter than anything the trick at Babylon had done. Grabbing his head, Brian tried not to buck into Justin's mouth.

"Damn, Justin." The words were out of his mouth before he even realized it. Justin didn't seem to hear, and continued his assault on Brian's crotch. After a while, he began to unbutton Brian's jeans, pushing them down Brian's legs so he could kick them off.

Justin mouthed at Brian's dick again, rubbing his face against it, inhaling his scent. His hands followed his mouth as he licked and sucked his balls, then his thighs, before finally wrapping his mouth around his cock. Brian's fingers tangled into Justin's hair, his hips matching the rhythm of Justin's mouth as he sucked.

Justin sucked him deeper and deeper until unable to hold back, Brian pushed harder, bumping the back of Justin's throat. Justin moaned around his dick, choking just a bit, and Brian's hands moved from his hair to the back of his neck. His hips began to jerk more erratically, and Justin held them tightly, feeling Brian's cock tense.

As he came, grunting and thrusting uncontrollably, Brian's hands relaxed, moving back to Justin's hair, only stroking softly now. Justin rested his head briefly against Brian's thigh, then tugged at him, pulling him down to kneel between his legs. Justin leaned in and kissed Brian, feeding his come into his mouth. Brian sucked at Justin's tongue, tasting himself mingled with the sweet taste of Justin. His tongue traced Justin's teeth, and he felt his cock hardening again. When the kiss ended, Brian leaned his forehead against Justin's.

"Damn." It was all he could manage.

"Now you've come," Justin chuckled.

Brian laughed. "I have. And you're about to."