Title: Creative Control
Author: testdog65 aka Ellen
Warnings: NC-17
A/N: When - Midnight; Where - Studio; How - Finger Fucking
Thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!



Justin stood at his worktable, head bent in concentration, body humming with creative need, the swish of brush against canvas the only sound that resonated in the still air around him. The paint was dark, almost black, but the effect was translucent, producing a deep shimmer of contrast over the existing light-hued background. He stretched to add a swath of color near the top of the piece.

"You're working late." Justin jumped involuntarily at the fractured silence and looked up to see Brian leaning against the studio's doorframe. He felt momentarily disoriented by the interruption and took a couple of deep breaths before responding.

"For future reference, scaring me half to death isn't the best way to earn yourself more blowjobs."

Brian moved into the room. "Since when do I have to earn them?"

Justin smiled but didn't say anything else before refocusing on his work. Brian finished crossing the room and stood behind him, looking over Justin's shoulder as the wet paint took shape and form from his brush.

"It's good," he said, feeling the barely controlled energy radiating off of Justin as he continued to stroke.

"Good? It's fucking fantastic, and you know it," Justin responded, and Brian had to suppress a laugh at the complete lack of modesty. And the fact that he was absolutely correct.

Brian let his hand rest on Justin's waist where his jeans met the threadbare t-shirt that was more paint than cloth at this point. "When will it be done?" he asked as he let his hand slide under the shirt and against Justin's bare skin.

Justin gasped but didn't stop what he was doing. "When it's finished," he answered without a hint of sarcasm. "It's getting close, but it needs something else after this, and I'm not there yet."

Brian didn't say anything else, as he slid the palm of his hand over Justin's warm belly and down lower. Justin let out a small laugh and squirmed a little.

"Are you trying to distract me? I really want to get this done."

"Don't stop on my account," said Brian as he let his hand slide lower, now fully cupping Justin's cock through his jeans. "I'll just entertain myself." As he finished the last word, he leaned in closer to Justin, bringing their bodies in full alignment. Justin continued to paint.

Brian let his fingers wander back to Justin's waistband, slipping the buttons through the buttonholes, the worn fabric opening with ease. He pushed the pants below Justin's ass and then let his palms rest against the smooth skin of Justin's hips.

Justin turned his head, looking over his shoulder at Brian with a raised eyebrow. "Something you needed?"

Brian lifted his chin in indication. "Finish what you're doing." Justin watched Brian for a second longer before turning back to his work, immediately re-wetting his brush and reaching forward to add another stroke to the section he'd been working on. The change in angle pushed his ass harder against Brian's crotch.

Brian moved his hands, snaking one down the front of Justin's open jeans to palm his already hard cock and raising his other to Justin's lips just as he gasped at Brian's touch.

"Open your mouth," Brian breathed against the side of Justin's face and he was rewarded with the feel of a warm wet tongue, before Justin's lips parted fully, taking his fingers inside. He'd stalled in his painting, but once he was sucking on Brian's fingers, he began to move his brush again.

Brian had kept his touch on Justin's cock light, only using his palm to apply slight pressure and heat. But now he began to stroke, lazily letting his fingers curl around Justin's length, but not gripping too tightly. Justin groaned, but didn't stop what he was doing.

Brian continued the unhurried pace of his hand, all the time watching as Justin revealed more of the finished work on his canvas. He let his fingers slide from Justin's mouth and smiled a little at the slight sound of protest. But he chose that moment to tighten his grip on Justin's cock while he brought his other hand down, pushing it between them and inside Justin's pants from behind. His wet fingers caressed down Justin's crack and he rested just one fingertip at his entrance. Justin's breath hitched and his brush stalled before completing its line.

Slowly Brian began circling Justin's hole, pushing his finger a little harder with each rotation while continuing the measured stroking of his other hand. Justin was leaking and on his next upstroke, Brian moved the palm of his hand over the head of Justin's cock, slicking it and biting down on Justin's ear at the same time. Justin didn't try and stifle his moan, and his brush faltered.

"Keep painting or I'll stop." Brian's voice was barely above a whisper as he stilled both of his hands. Justin pushed back into Brian, forcing his finger deeper and at the same time causing Brian's other hand to move against his cock. Brian allowed it, but then began to move both hands away while Justin's brush remained motionless on the canvas. Justin resumed his work and Brian rewarded him by pushing his finger all the way inside. Justin gasped but didn't stop painting.

Brian took a firmer grip on Justin's hardness, moving his palm faster to create that extra edge of friction that Justin was craving. At the same time, he drew the finger of his other hand back out and when he pushed in again this time, he added a second finger.

Justin breathed in sharply at the increase in pressure, wanting to rock back and take more of Brian inside him. But between Brian's hands and the press of his body, he held Justin firmly in place, controlling how deep, how fast and how hard it was going to be. And all Justin could do was balance that lack of control against the power he felt flowing from his brush as he continued to transform the canvas in front of him.

"Do you want a third one?" Brian let the words uncoil in a heated exhale.

"Yeah, do it." Justin's voice was throaty and hoarse with need, but Brian watched as he continued to shape the pattern and swirl of color in front of him. Brian pulled his fingers out and overlapped a third before pushing them back in. The skin of Justin's hole was tight around them and Brian waited for Justin to relax before pushing forward with steady, controlled pressure.

Justin sucked in a breath as Brian's fingers went deeper and then he let out a harsh moan as they reached his prostate, sending an electric charge that he could feel everywhere at once. He barely registered the sound of his brush as it rolled off the table and clattered to the floor.

Justin pressed his head against Brian's shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open. He rocked his hips back, forcing Brian's fingers deeper, and then forward, fucking into Brian's fist, matching the pace that Brian had set. Brian pushed his buried fingers down hard, rubbing them against Justin's prostate on every thrust and intensifying Justin's growing need for release.

Justin's cock began to swell against Brian's palm, his whole body trembling and on edge. And then he pushed back a final time, his ass gripping Brian's fingers impossibly tighter while the sudden flow of his orgasm moved through him, uncoiling and spilling out from his pulsing cock in electrified waves. Unbounded, limitless, absolute.

Time stretched, reality blurred and then sharpened as Justin let light and dark fuse before finally re-forming around him. He rested his full weight against Brian as he shook through the last of the tremors, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

Justin gave a final hum of pleasure before they both looked down at the glossy surface in front of them. Then without hesitation, he grabbed for another brush that lay next to the canvas and swirled it purposefully through the most recent set of splatters on the surface. Brian laughed as Justin gave the brush a final flourish.

"Are you finished with it now?"

Justin looked thoughtfully at the painting, taking in the balance of color and shape and light to dark. It was exactly as he'd pictured it in his mind when he'd laid the very first stroke of paint on the stark white surface of the canvas, down to the very last detail.

"I'm finished," he said, his voice carrying a tired confidence along with a hint of deep satisfaction. Justin turned his face to Brian then, and his contentment was echoed in his kiss.