Title: The Proposal
Author: later2nite
Beta: The amazing frantic_quest Thank you so much!
Warnings: No condom is used in this fic because Brian and Justin have been living together monogamously for five years.





THE PROPOSAL


"Hey."

"Hey."

"What time do you think you'll be home tonight?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you this morning? I'm not coming home." Brian smiles slyly into his cell phone. "Tonight's the night I'm running away with Ricky Martin."

"Shit! You did forget to tell me that. Oh, well, I guess this means that I'll just have to sit here in our finished bathroom, luxuriating naked in our finished Jacuzzi, sipping a glass of Jim Beam all by myself." Justin takes a sip of his Beam, all by himself.

"They finished?" Brian's dick perks up and pays attention. "No fucking way!"

"Yes fucking way. The workmen pulled out of here about an hour ago. I just wiped the fine layer of dust off of everything, put out the new bath sheets we bought, and..."

"I'm leaving now. See you in about twenty minutes."

Brian starts to toss a few client files into his briefcase but winds up taking them right back out again. Suddenly, work is the furthest thing from his mind. He does, however, carefully unlock his bottom desk drawer, removing two black velvet ring boxes that have been safely stored inside for the past week.

"And Justin?" he adds, slipping the boxes confidently into his pocket.

"Um hmm?"

"I love you."

"What about Ricky Martin?"

"Asshole."

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"Cynthia, reschedule the two appointments I have this afternoon to tomorrow." Brian stops at her desk in the outer office, loosening his tie with one hand. His dimpled smile foretells his story. "I'm leaving early."

"Oh my God! It's finished?"

"Jesus, Cynthia, am I that transparent?" Brian glares at her, checking the crystal clock on her desk that he and Justin had given her for Christmas. He's losing time as they speak and his heart is pounding in his chest.

"Go!" Cynthia waves him off, standing up and planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek. "Congratulations, Boss! In advance, I guess. Oh! Did you remember the rings in the drawer?"

Brian is already halfway down the corridor toward the exit. "Got 'em right here," he calls out, patting his pocket. His widening grin threatens to blind oncoming pedestrians.

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"Fuck, Justin!" Brian can't believe the scene he walks in on. "It's fucking beautiful! You're fucking beautiful! You started without me?!"

"Just a little...get naked!" Justin takes another sip from his Beam, throwing his head back as he swallows. "It's so bubbly in here," he giggles. "You're gonna love it, Brian."

"You look fucking hot in there. Your dick bobbing in the bubbles..." Brian kicks off his shoes and drops his suit pants to his feet, stepping out of them quickly. "Bare assed, tipsy Justin in our new Jacuzzi! We may never leave this room again." His dress shirt and tie are soon thrown on top of his pants.

"Come fuck me. I can't wait any longer." Justin sets his glass down, fondling his balls in the steamy, swirly water, leering at Brian and licking his lips. "Hurry!"

"Ouch! Shit!" Brian lowers himself into the huge tub. "What temperature do you have it on?"

"Hot." Justin strokes his hard, pink dick, teasing Brian deliberately. "Get in. I've been thinking about you all...aaahhh...day."

Justin's voice drops an octave and Brian's cock hardens instantly. He slides across the bench until he's close enough to pull Justin into his arms.

"Brian, I-"

Brian shuts Justin up with lips that cover and urgently lick at his, and arms that cling to him tightly. "So, you've been thinking about me?" Brian repeats against Justin's ear, dropping his hand between Justin's legs. "Must be why you're so hard."

Brian's long, slender fingers start to slowly knead Justin's dick as his tongue pushes its way through Justin's plump lips, their throaty moans filling the large bathroom. Brian's cock pokes at Justin's hip as he massages Justin's cock and balls in the water.

"Don't come yet," Brian whispers after a few minutes. "I'm gonna suck you off, and then I'm gonna fuck your pretty little ass." He squeezes the head of Justin's throbbing dick before gently rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth over the slit.

Justin melts into Brian's arms, gasping softly at the sensation.

"Stand up." Brian maneuvers Justin until he is standing in front of him, cock pointing directly at his lips. "I want you to come in my mouth."

He winds his hands behind Justin, pushing his ass forward, then parts his lips to suck on the swelled head of Justin's dick. His tongue darts into Justin's slit, eating the pre-cum hungrily.

"Brian, that's going to make me come...so hard...in your mouth..."

Justin's eyes are closed as he lets Brian's hands on his ass guide his movements. When Brian's middle finger works all the way into his asshole and presses on his prostate, Justin shouts out Brian's name, his cum gushing into Brian's mouth uncontrollably. Brian sucks hard while long strings of Justin's cum slide down his throat, his finger still teasing Justin's prostate.

Brian saves the last mouthful of cum on his tongue as Justin collapses onto his lap in a pliant heap. He feels Justin's arms wrap snugly around his neck, feeding him his own cum during their heated kiss.

"Fuck me, Brian." Justin reaches down and grasps Brian's granite-like cock. "Fuck me."

"Turn around."

Brian lifts Justin's buoyant body, turning him so that his back is against Brian's chest with his open asshole directly over Brian's cock. Brian grabs Justin's hips as he sits him down on his lap, impaling his ass with the tip of his cock. He rocks Justin back and forth until his dick plunges deeply between Justin's ass cheeks, the aerated water roaring all around them.

With practiced stamina, Brian fucks Justin's ass in their new Jacuzzi until he feels his balls start to tingle and his cock explode inside of Justin's asshole. He pulls Justin back against his chest, sucking on the side of his neck, prolonging and deepening his orgasm.

Justin rolls his head backward, resting it on Brian's shoulder, neither of them in any hurry to separate.

"That was fucking amazing," Justin whispers.

"You're fucking amazing." Brian picks up the glass of Beam that Justin had poured for him before he ever got home. "I need to catch up with you," he laughs softly, savoring the smooth whiskey.

"I think you fucked me sober." Justin sips at the remaining third left in his glass. "Can you believe it's finally finished? What do you think?"

Brian sets his glass down, sliding Justin off of his dick and turning him around in his lap. He splays his fingers on either side of Justin's face, kissing him deeply before reaching beside the tub for the pocket of his pants.

"I think I want to fuck you in this thing every night for the rest of our lives."



THE END