TITLE: House Guest
AUTHOR: notreallyme10
A/N: NYC a few years post-513. Huge thanks to _alicesprings for the beta!



Michael’s been staying with us for three days when I make the mistake of telling Brian that I can’t wait for him to go home so that we’re no longer confined to fucking in our bedroom.

Never tell Brian that he can’t do something.

The words are hardly out of my mouth before he pushes me up against the refrigerator.

I do some quick math in my head and we have time for a fast fuck before Michael gets back from the comic symposium he’s in town for. But of course a fast fuck is not what Brian has in mind.

He kisses me, just kisses me, until any thoughts of Michael’s impending return melt away. Brian has this way of completely consuming my entire body with just his lips on my lips.

I try to pull his shirt off but he pushes my hands away and strips off my clothes instead. The stainless steel of the fridge is cold on my bare skin, so Brian moves us out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He finally lets me take his shirt off, but before I can unbutton his jeans he turns me around and bends me over the back of the couch. I let me legs fall open and my face sink into the soft cushion.

He runs a finger slowly down my spine to the top of my ass. He pauses, so I spread my legs wider. And then suddenly he’s on his knees with his tongue on my hole. I let myself relax into it because I can tell that we are going to be here for a while and that is a very, very good thing.

I don’t realize Michael is in the room until he speaks.

“Jesus!”

He sounds more amused than anything else and I guess after all of these years of being friends with Brian he expects this sort of thing.

Brian removes his tongue from my ass long enough to say, “Mikey, you’re stifling Justin sexually.”

My eyes roll back into my head as Brian starts tongue fucking me again before Michael even has a chance to respond.

“Yeah, I can see that. I’ll give you guys another hour of alone time.”

“Make it two.”

It’s my lame attempt at a joke, but my voice sounds weird and squeaky.

He just laughs as he closes the door behind him.

Brian lays his tongue flat on my hole and then drags it all the way up my back until he is leaning over me on the couch, his weight pressing against me. I turn and we kiss awkwardly over my shoulder.

I can taste myself on his tongue and I want more. Now.

“I want you to fuck me on the rug.”

He laughs because I love fucking on the rug. I bought the rug because it’s so soft, just laying my hands on it in the store created images in my head of writhing against it while Brian fucked me.

I pull at his pants as we move around the couch to the rug.

The rug is soft and cool against my skin and then Brian is inside me. He isn’t moving fast, but he’s slamming his cock into me and I raise up higher on my knees for leverage. His cock drags over my prostate on every thrust and the pleasure is building fast.

I stroke my cock but Brian is in my ear, breathing hard, moaning softly and asking me to wait.

I stop stroking, but I don’t move my hand away. Instead, I palm my cock and then pull gently at my balls.

He comes and I can’t see his face but I know exactly what it looks like in that moment. His come spills wet and so fucking warm inside me. He pulls out and then his mouth is back on me, sucking his come from my hole.

I come instantly when his hand wraps around my cock. I collapse fully onto the rug while Brian continues to lick me clean.

I’m hardly conscious but Brian is next to me offering his half smoked cigarette. I take it and inhale deeply.

“We better get up, you know Mikey is going to show up early hoping to get another show.”

I smack his shoulder playfully but then just in case, I get up and pull Brian behind me to the shower.