01 September 2011 @ 10:47 pm
Theme #17: Desperation 3 of 5  
THEME #17: DESPERATION



Title: Making Up For Lost Time, Parts 1-4

Author: [info]mander3_swish

Beta: [info]later2nite thank you so so much!!!!

Paring: Brian/Justin (QaF-US)

Timeline: S3 (post-308)

Word Count: 1,320

Summary: Bring Back the PWP to Brian's Loft: 10 'locations' in the loft for some 'desperate' sex acts. A pseudo continuation of "A Not-So Fairytale", but this can definitely be read as a stand alone. This part contains the first 4 locations… 6 thru 10 to follow later on my journal!



1. the loft’s elevator

Even though Brian just got off in the ‘vette, thanks to one of my world famous blow jobs, he’s all over me when we enter his building. I quickly find myself pushed up against the back of the elevator with my jeans around my ankles, my dick so far down Brian’s throat… I could just die happy right now!

His hand is squeezed around the base of my dick, his tongue swirling around the head as he licks up my trickle of pre-come.

I’m on the edge and need to get off. I’ve been hard for a good hour, now, without any release. Pumping my hips forward, I hope I can just come if my dick hits the back of Brian’s throat.

But, no. He wants to drag this out… see how desperate he can make me.

It’s a game I both love and hate.


2. against the loft door

Moaning with impatience, I see that we've reached the top floor. I step out of my jeans as Brian stands up, grabbing them off the floor. They won't be needed until some time tomorrow.

Stepping into the loft behind him, I slide the door shut. Before I have a chance to turn back around, Brian has me pinned against it, sucking and kissing my neck. It feels incredibly good, but I can think of other things that would feel even better.

Soon enough, Brian pulls off the rest of my clothes, keeping me pressed against the door with his own very clothed body. His hands caress the skin on my torso as he moves them down to my hips. He runs his wet tongue down my back, quickly falling to his knees. Gently massaging my ass, he spreads my cheeks apart.

I gasp when I feel the wetness of his tongue make contact with my opening. His tongue probing me, getting me all wet, only makes me want him more. I need all of him inside of me. I push back, hoping he’ll take the hint and realize my desperate plea. I need him to finish this!

Luckily he does, standing up to turn me around. Magically, Brian’s pants have disappeared… or he’s just so talented I didn’t notice him taking them off.

He presses a lubed condom into my hand. “Put it on me,” he groans.

Brian licks his lips, rolling his head back as I do. His exposed neck is just too tantalizing. I have to taste and kiss it.

With his hard dick fully sheathed and ready to go, Brian grabs onto my ass, lifting me slightly for better access. I wrap my legs around his hips and thighs, hoping to hell he won’t drop me as he thrusts into me.

The pace he sets is fast and hard. I’m pinned to the door, clutching the back of his neck and shoulder, moving my hips to match his thrusts. It’s glorious. I’ve missed this so much.

How could I ever have thought I could live without this; without him?





3. on the bare wooden floor

We both come, collapsing onto the bare, wooden floor. Its sensation on my back cools my overheated skin as I breathe hard, my head resting on Brian's chest.

His shirt is drenched in sweat so I pull it open, freeing his warm skin beneath. Licking and tasting him, I feel one of his hands come up toward my head. I love it when he plays with my hair, twisting the sweat-soaked strands between his fingers.

Licking down Brian's chest to his abdomen, and then lower, my tongue traces lines across his left hipbone. Gently nudging at him to roll over, I’m desperate to taste all of him. We’ve only been fucking again for like thirty-six hours, the opportunity not yet arising until now.

He seems pretty spent, easily giving in to my ministrations as my tongue brushes over his puckered hole. I pull back to admire Brian's now shiny-with-spit opening, seeing that it's started to pulse.

I hear his breath catch in his throat as he moans out what sounds like my name. His exhaustion must be waning, I think to myself, as Brian writhes slightly beneath my touch. Leaning back in, I kiss all along his crack.

He's so incredibly hard when I reach around to grasp his cock. Hand slightly lubed with pre-come, I begin to stroke his shaft as my tongue plunges into his hole, darting in and out.

The friction on his cock and in his ass brings Brian to the edge, his whole body shuddering beneath mine as he comes with a loud cry of pleasure.

I wake hours later, sore all over… mostly in a good way. At first I don’t know where I am. I only know that I’m with Brian. That’s when I realize we must have passed out on the floor after our vigorous fuckfest.

Brian’s gonna be pissed, all snarky and achy, when he wakes up to find us on the floor.


4. the shower

What day is it?

Shit! It’s Saturday and I have a drawing class in, oh, about an hour and a half… way across town.

Groaning as I roll off of Brian, I try to make my legs work to stand up. Maybe, if I’m quiet enough, I can fit in a quick shower and get out of here before he wakes up. I place the blanket from the sofa over his naked, gorgeous body before heading to the bathroom.

Jumping when I hear the shower door open, I certainly wasn’t expecting the company.

Although, I always hope.

The look in Brian's eyes is still sleepy. When I smile at him it turns to lust.

Pulling me into his arms, his lips crash down upon mine, his tongue pushing for entrance into my opening mouth. The juxtaposition of its soft wetness sliding against my own tongue and Brian’s urgency makes me forget all about my rush.

When I eventually break the kiss, coming up for air, he takes the pause as an opportunity to spin me around, pressing me into the glass wall of the shower. I hear him grab a condom from the soap dish, tearing open its wrapper.

At first, I thought Brian would just thrust his dick right in, but he takes a moment to run his hands over my wet skin, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I groan in pleasure when his finger slides into my hole, opening me up. Pushing backward, I always want more.

Brian rubs his finger in and out a few times before pulling it out completely. Then he pushes his dick inside of me. A whimper escapes from my throat as he sets a frenetic pace for his thrusts. I feel as though I could slip and fall at any second, but he just holds onto me tighter.

Reaching down to my own dick, I begin to work the shaft. Running my hand over the head and back down to the base, I give it a little squeeze… and that’s all I need. I come in my hand, Brian climaxing shortly thereafter.

Licking a bit of come off my hand, I let the rest wash away. Turning to pull Brian in for a kiss, I give him a taste. He eagerly swallows it all, sucking my tongue into his mouth, gently nipping at it as he lets it go.

“Mmmm that was great,” I sigh, leaning against his body with my arms wrapped around his neck, standing under the hot spray.

“Yeah… It reminds me of that first morning. And then we had to be all rushed afterwards... trying to get you youngin to school on time.”

“Shit! School… which I need to get to... now!”

I burst out of the warmth of the shower, hastily readying myself to rush out the door to class.

Who the fuck schedules classes on Saturday mornings, anyway?

TBC…



 
 
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rosy5000: BJ against showerwall[info]rosy5000 on September 3rd, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
Very yummy. I'm sure there were a night or two (at least) that they were like this. ;)
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mander3_swish: arms[info]mander3_swish on September 7th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
Thank you sooooo much! they sure are a delicious pair ;)
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