BJ Action

THEME #18: Dressed & Undressed Master List

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:58:52 GMT

A SINGLE DROP by sangwin

PERSISTENCE by moonbrightnites

A ROOM WITH A VIEW by frantic_quest

NAKED: 6 STORIES by xie_xie_xie

THIS DEVIL'S WORK DAY by mander3_swish

Theme # 18: 5 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:37:16 GMT

Title: This Devil's Workday
Author: mander3_swish
Character/Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 875
Warnings: AU
Summary: Photographer!Brian, Dancer!Justin, around Pittsburgh Pride 2002
A/N: Part 2 of the 'Float On' series. (See part 3 on Cuddle Day) Titles for this series are from Modest Mouse songs...just because.
Prompt: bj_action Theme #18: Dressed & Undressed

Previously...

In the morning, with the light delicately spilling through the gauzy drapes and across the planes of Justin's back and ass, Brian itched for his camera, wishing he'd left it in the bedroom the night before.

Maybe next time.~~~

Brian had never wanted there to be a next time so badly. If he could, he'd finish the first time up this morning, but unfortunately he had to finish all this photography work for Grant asap, otherwise he'd be swamped next week.

He begrudgingly untangled himself from Justin's naked and very warm body. He found the clothes he'd been wearing last night scattered about in the bathroom and pulled them on. He let out a huge yawn, followed by saying "Fuck it" to himself, and went back into the bedroom, laying down beside Justin, fully clothed, for a little bit more rest.

He's not sure how long he was out for, but when he woke up again it was to the feeling of a hot wet mouth on his cock. His jeans had been opened just enough to free his cock and his wrinkled shirt was pushed up past his belly button.

Justin's eyes were smiling up at him when he noticed that Brian was awake. He had one of his hands on Brian's abdomen, gently stroking the fine hairs that trailed down to his cock.

As Justin's tongue explored every inch of the shaft and across the leaking head, Brian half cried out, half moaned, at the sensations. One of his hands found the side of Justin’s head, and he twisted the soft blond hairs through his fingers. It was all he could do to just hold on as Justin worked his cock, pushing him to the edge of orgasm.

Justin sucked and licked up every last drop of come. Kissing his way up Brian's body, under and over his half-undone shirt, he relished the slight scratchy feel of Brian's jeans as his own hard cock dragged across the fabric. When he finally reached Brian's face, he dove in for a kiss, the taste of Brian still on his lips and tongue.

"Fuck that was hot," Brian said, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.

"It was the least I could do. You make the best pillow," Justin admitted, "and that might have been one of the best sleeps I've had in weeks. Plus, I think I did drool all over your chest."

Brian let a little bit of a laugh and half a smile, and then raised his head off the pillow until his lips found Justin's so he could continue exploring the inside of Justin's delicious mouth. He let his hands wander over the smooth skin on Justin's back until one hand firmly held onto that ass he'd been admiring all day yesterday. Their groins were now slotted together nicely, Justin's bare, hard cock pressing against Brian's soon-to-be second hard-on of the morning.

"Fuck me." Justin was breathless and on the verge of coming between them.

"Bossy little shit, now aren't you," Brian said, flipping Justin onto his belly. He spread Justin's ass cheeks and leaned in, licking a wet stripe across his hole. Justin gasped, savoring every second of this perfect Sunday morning.

Brian continued to prep Justin with his tongue until he was passed a bottle of lube and a condom Justin pulled from a drawer in the nightstand. He slowly pressed one finger and then another inside of Justin, enjoying every little dirty sound of pleasure coming out of Justin's mouth.

When he pressed his cock inside of Justin, sparks flashed behind his eyes and the breath caught in his throat. He didn't know what it was with this Justin kid, but it seemed like everything about him was perfect; from his tight ass, to his beautiful skin and hair, and then there was his warm, open smile. Brian gave his head a shake and tried to pull himself back into the moment, to feel the pressure on his cock as his hips pounded into Justin's ass.

He draped himself across Justin's back, nearly falling and crushing him since he wasn't able to get his knees wide enough with his jeans only down as far as the middle of his thighs. One more thrust and he was coming deep inside Justin's ass. He reached around and grasped Justin's cocky firmly. One or two strokes was all it took to finish him off before he came in Brian's hand.

They collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

After only a few short minutes, Brian rolled off Justin and quickly got up off the bed. He was doing up his pants, wishing he could stay in bed all day with Justin - fucking, of course - when he heard himself inviting Justin over later to see the photos he'd taken yesterday. He inwardly cringed at what could turn into a mistake in the long run.

"Are you sure?" Justin questioned. From what he'd heard around the club, that didn't sound like a typical Brian Kinney invitation.

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't. Plus, from the looks of the all the paintings on the walls and that easel in the corner, it looks like you might have an artistic eye yourself and could help me out."

Part 3 will be out for Cuddle Day!

Theme #18: 4 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:35:17 GMT

Title: Naked: Six Stories
Author: Xie
Note: Thank you to Red for the last minute beta, and to Bunny for the inspiration for II and V.

I.

Brian stared at his face in the bathroom mirror, searching for signs that the anti-aging cream he'd ordered from France was worth its $400 price tag. He heard a knock at the loft door, frowned, then wiped all expression from his face when he saw a wrinkle appear.

He didn't remember inviting a trick over, but he tugged the already-loosely-hitched towel that was around his waist a little lower, just in case.

It wasn't a trick. Or rather, it was. Or used to be. Or aspired to be more than. Or whatever the fuck. It was Justin, anyway, a look of studied casualness on his face and a boner in his cargo pants.

"What?" Brian said, a note of challenge in his voice. Justin's reaction was to grin and push past him into the loft, which led Brian to reconsider his moments-old "no more scowling" policy. He'd just have to start a fund for Botox, or this kid was going to fucking move in.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Brian said, blocking Justin with his arm.

Justin just gave him the same smile, looped his arms around his neck, and pressed his cock against Brian's thigh while going up on his toes to try to kiss him.

Brian turned his face away, which was a mistake, because Justin was just as happy to kiss his jaw and neck as his mouth. Brian felt his cock twitch just as Justin started tugging on the towel.

Justin's stroke on his cock was warm and firm, and he was jerking on it just the way Brian liked. Way too much just the way Brian liked, considering that a few weeks before the kid was a fucking virgin.

The towel slipped off his hips and fell to the floor. Justin started biting his way down Brian's chest, his knees bending, but Brian tugged him back up and pulled him into a kiss.

He could see the flush spread over Justin's face and neck as he brushed their lips together, then showered little kisses on Justin's jaw. He pulled Justin's arms back up around his neck, and went back to his mouth, kissing him hard this time.

Then Brian used his weight to push Justin back against the wall. He was clinging to Brian's neck, head tipped back, letting Brian kiss and bite his throat. He was breathing fast, and when Brian slid his hand down inside the loose waistband of his pants, he moaned.

Brian ignored the pressure in his own dick, just kept his fingers loose as he slowly pulled on Justin's cock. It was so hard Brian was surprised he hadn't come when Justin pushed it into his thigh, but maybe the lad was finally learning a little control.

He swiped his thumb over the leaking head of his cock, and thought, "So much for control." Justin grabbed the back of Brian's head and kissed him, their tongues twisting together, while he pulsed come all over Brian's hand.

When he was done, he let one arm slide off Brian's shoulder and most of his weight thud against the wall at his back. "Wow," he said, grinning again.

He tried to slide to his knees, but Brian stopped him again. "That's all for tonight. Don't you have homework to do?"

Justin looked at him in disbelief. "You don't want me to blow you?"

"Did I ask you to come over here and suck my dick?" Brian said.

"Ummm, no." Justin looked at him, still confused. "I just figured..."

"Well, you figured wrong," he said, letting his voice get cold. "You got what you wanted. Why don't you go back to mommy and daddy now, and let me get back to what I was doing before you and your boner so rudely interrupted me?"

The return of the blood flow to his brain seemed to be clearing Justin's thought process. "What are you doing? I could..."

Brian stalked back to the door, and pulled it wide open. "You could go." He nodded toward the stairs. "Now."

He stood in the open door, watching Justin walk slowly down the stairs. When Justin stopped at the bend and looked back at him, he wished he'd slammed the door instead. But he waited until Justin was out of sight before he went back inside.

II.

Justin stared at the tickets to the White Party in his hand, then at Brian, who had gone back to admiring himself in the mirror.

"I can't believe you did this," he said, his face glowing.

Brian glanced at him in the mirror, then away. "I think we need to get back to the important question of my wardrobe," he said, pulling the white linen shirt off and slipping it back on its hanger. He tossed the hat onto the bed, and reached for the button on his waistband.

Justin got there first. "Here," he said, a brazen smile on his lips. "Let me."

Brian gave a half-laugh, half-snort, but didn't stop him when he let the pants fall to the floor and dropped to his knees.

Justin pressed his face into Brian's stomach, breathing in his smell, before he nestled his face into his pubes and snuck his hand between his thighs.

Brian settled his legs a little farther apart and shifted his weight forward, his hard cock pushing against Justin's lips. Justin looked up at him, resting his hands lightly on the backs of Brian's thighs. He licked his lips and blinked, and was rewarded by the sight of Brian closing his eyes while his cock jerked against Justin's mouth.

He tasted good, a little salty and warm, and Justin had to make himself go slow, teasing him with nibbles and kisses, tasting the slit, flattening his tongue on the pulse in Brian's cock.

When Brian gave a moan and put his hands in Justin's hair, he stopped teasing and started sucking, tightening his lips and sliding them up and down the shaft. Justin could hear Brian's breathing change, catch, then start again, but faster.

He didn't take his time; he wanted to taste Brian's come, feel his hands grip his hair so hard it hurt.

Justin shifted on his knees, moving his right hand to the base of Brian's cock, working his mouth faster, his hand gripping tighter, and doing something with his tongue he knew would...

Brian's whole body went tense, and his cock got almost impossibly hard in Justin's mouth. Justin knew he was coming even before he tasted it.

Brian's fingers closed hard on Justin's head, pulling him in closer, burying his dick as deep in his throat as it could go. Justin relaxed, let him in, let his come spurt onto the back of his throat, swallowing it all.

And when it was over, when Brian was standing in front of him, breathing hard, Justin got off his knees and kissed him, letting Brian taste his own come on his tongue.

"Anyway," Justin said, pulling away a little, and pushing Brian's hair back off his forehead. "Thanks."

III.

Brian wasn't sure how many times they'd fucked in the previous twenty-four hours. Two in his office. Once in the elevator going up to the loft. A basically uncountable number of times on the floor, sofa, and bed, then that unbelievable blow job in the shower...

Justin was asleep, rolled close to Brian, one arm across his chest, the other tucked under his own cheek. Brian watched him breathing, and noticed himself checking the movement of his eyes under his lids. He wondered whether Justin was still having nightmares, then cut the thought off. He supposed he'd find out soon enough. Better not to think about it.

He shifted so they were facing each other, and let Justin's head slip down onto his arm. Justin resisted the loss of warmth and burrowed a little closer, but didn't wake up.

Brian sighed and slid himself all the way out of the bed. He padded barefoot to the bathroom and peed, then stood in the doorway to see if Justin had woken up. He hadn't; he'd rolled over onto his stomach, one arm stretched across the space where Brian had been, the other stuffed under the pillow.

Brian couldn't help smiling. He didn't think about why.

He thought Justin might wake up when he showered, but that last fuck had knocked him out, and he hadn't even moved. Brian pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean white t-shirt, and went to make coffee.

He had no fucking idea what time it was until he got into the kitchen and discovered it was almost ten at night. He laughed out loud, and heard Justin's steady breathing pause, then resume.

He'd figured the smell of coffee would wake Justin up, and it did. He sat up, letting the duvet slide down to his waist, and shoved his hand through his hair. "Hey."

Brian laughed from the doorway. "Hey, yourself. I thought you were going to sleep forty days and forty nights.”

Justin looked at him, still half-asleep, and said, "Rain."

Brian sighed. "I know the constant hard-on you've been maintaining for the last twenty-eight hours and thirty-four minutes has impaired your powers of reasoning, but what?"

He licked his lips, and Brian, somewhat to even his own amazement, felt his dick twitch in his jeans. "It rained for forty days and forty nights. It's in the bible. I think you meant sleep for a hundred years."

Brian walked to the edge of the bed and dropped down onto his knees on the mattress. Looking down at Justin in concern, he said, "Was making that correction worth the time and effort it to took?"

Justin flopped back against the pillow, the duvet slipping even further down, and smiled. "No," he said, his voice soft. "Come here."

Brian crawled right on top of him, shoving the duvet entirely out of the way, laying his body over Justin's, his whole weight resting on him.

Justin spread his legs, letting Brian drop between them, and then hooked his feet over the backs of Brian's knees. Brian just lay there, his head resting in the space next to Justin's on the pillow, breathing in his smell. Not thinking. Not remembering anything.

"Brian...." Justin's voice was still soft, but it sounded a little huskier than before. "Brian... "

Justin had his hands on Brian's shoulders, and Brian lifted his head, put his mouth against Justin's, and gently, slowly traced his lips with his tongue, then slipped it between them.

Justin's mouth opened, his tongue stroking Brian's while he pushed up with his hips and tried to pull Brian against him with his legs.

Brian kept kissing him, kept using his tongue, on his jaw, his neck, the swirls of his ear, his collarbone. He licked him and kissed him, moving down, feeling Justin's legs slip back onto the mattress. He kissed his nipples, then grazed them with his teeth. He touched every rib, his belly button, the hollows under his hip bones.

He buried his face in his pubes, spread Justin's thighs with his hands, and nuzzled into his balls.

"God, Brian," Justin breathed, hands in Brian's hair, his feet bracing on the mattress. Brian mouthed his dick, then swallowed it, as deep as he could.

Justin's skin was hot and tight over his cock, and Brian could taste his pre-come when he tongued his slit. Justin reached down just as Brian reached up, and their fingers entwined just as Brian felt Justin's back arch as he started to come.

When he was done, Brian knelt between his legs and opened his own jeans, freeing his aching cock. He reached for Justin's hand again with his left, and jerked himself off with his right, slowly, never breaking eye contact, not saying a word, not even when he spurted white ropes of come over Justin's chest.

They lay there after, not talking, while Brian smoked and Justin traced patterns lightly on Brian's skin.

Brian stared at the smoke drifting toward the ceiling, then glanced down at Justin. "You do realize it's Saturday night?"

Justin tipped his head back and looked at him. "Really?" Then he grinned. "I lost track of time the third time you fucked me." He paused. "Or maybe it was when you were eating my ass and begging me to..."

"Well," Brian cut him off, "whenever it was that your internal calendar started to short-circuit, it's still Saturday night. I may have told Mikey I'd meet him at Babylon. We should..." he cleared his throat. "Go. To Babylon."

Justin propped himself on his elbow, and looked Brian in the face. "Are you sure?"

Brian didn't pretend not to know what he was asking. He just shrugged, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, and said, "I'm sure."

IV.

Justin stole a glance at Brian out of the corner of his eye. He was leaning on the edge of the sink, but trying to make it look casual instead of essential to his remaining upright.

Justin flushed the toilet, then came and stood next to him, looking at him in the mirror.

Brian didn't quite meet his eyes. "Well, how do I look?"

"Good," he said, looking at Brian's crisp shirt, his impeccably folded tie, his expensive jacket, which still fit him perfectly in the shoulders even if the waistband of the pants was a little loose. "Great."

Brian snorted. "Don't lie to me, Sunshine. I know I look like crap."

Justin bit his lip. "Are you sure you're ready..."

Brian nodded. "It's now or never. Cynthia and Theodore will run the place into the ground if I don't get back in there soon."

Justin didn't respond to that; it was bullshit, and Brian knew it as well as he did. But it was pointless to tell Brian not to go back to work until he'd been able to keep down at least two meals in a row, or get a hard-on that lasted for more than two minutes.

Thinking about hard-ons was a mistake, Justin discovered, as his gave a painful jerk under his still-damp towel. He hoped Brian wouldn't notice, but despite his own temporary problem, his radar for a stiff dick was entirely unimpaired.

Justin felt himself flushing as Brian gave him an expression that was half-amused and half-mocking. "Anyway," Justin said, then didn't know what he'd meant to say after that.

Brian put his hands on his shoulders, and turned him so Justin was backed up to the sink, Brian in front of him. Then Brian ripped his towel off and tossed it away. Justin felt his breath catch when Brian cradled his balls, and he closed his eyes.

Brian's hand felt hot and strong, and Justin hadn't come in a week. He knew it was stupid, but he just hadn't. And Brian's hand, god, so slow, so perfect, like he knew Justin's dick as well as Justin did. Which he probably did.

Brian's suit jacket brushed against Justin's chest as he leaned in to kiss him, hand tightening on his cock, that little bit of come leaking out, making it slick, letting it be fast...

Brian angled himself out of the way when Justin came, while Justin's fingers dug into his arms.

And when he'd finished, Justin let his forehead rest on Brian's chest, the wool of his jacket rough on his cheek, his heart still pounding.

When he lifted his head, Brian was looking at him, something so soft in his eyes Justin wanted to cry.

But he just said, "If that's any indication, you haven't lost your touch."

Brian laughed, a little bitterly. "Let's just hope that holds as true in advertising as in hand jobs."

Justin made himself grin at him. "Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about." He stood on his toes, and kissed Brian on the jaw. "At all."

V.

Brian hesitated in the doorway to the bedroom. Justin was wearing his wedding suit, standing in front of the mirror, twisting and turning to look at himself from every angle.

"Hey," Brian said, keeping his voice neutral. "Having second thoughts?"

Justin turned around, and smiled. Brian felt his whole body relax when he saw it.

"No," Justin said. "Not about calling off the wedding. But..."

Brian laughed. "We're keeping the suits."

"That's not what I meant. I mean..."

Brian had come over to where Justin was standing, and put his hands on his shoulders. "I know what you mean." He kissed him. "It's what you need to do, for you."

Justin brushed his finger along Brian's jaw. "But what about us?"

"Ah," Brian said, working his hands into Justin's hair. "If you're doing what you need to do, and I'm doing what I need to do, then by definition, we're doing what we need to do."

"There's a flaw in that logic," Justin pointed out.

"Don't tell me you're trying to apply logic to true love's pure magic?" He sighed. "You disappoint me, Sunshine."

Justin laughed. "There's another problem... do we really have to return the presents?"

"I think we'll want to," he said. "I believe Lindsay bought us a water buffalo."

Justin stared at him, then slowly said, "I don't think I want to know."

"That alone is not a bad reason to call off the wedding," Brian agreed, lifting Justin's hands off his arms. "Now, I have to shower if we're not going to be late for the non-rehearsal dinner."

Everyone else at dinner seemed dazed, but Brian and Justin ate the food, drank the wine, and even made out so passionately Jennifer blushed and Debbie asked if anyone had a camera. They were still drunk when they got back to the loft, and barely made it into the elevator before Brian began trying to get Justin's suit off.

"No," Justin said, flushed and laughing. "You'll ruin it. Wait til we get..."

"Now I know the honeymoon's over," Brian said. "Justin Taylor is more concerned over his clothes getting wrinkled than getting my cock in his ass."

The elevator stopped, and Justin pushed the gate open. "This is my wedding suit."

"Your non-wedding suit," Brian corrected him, starting to fumble with the lock on the loft door.

"Right," Justin said, helping him slide it open. When they got inside, he turned to face Brian, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "And now we need to have our non-honeymoon."

Brian laughed, which turned into a gasp when Justin slid a hand inside the front of his shirt, teasing his nipples. "Don't ruin my wedding suit," he said, still half-laughing.

"Fuck your suit," Justin said, and pulled his head down and kissed him.

"What do you have against my suit?" he said, mouth just inches from Justin's.

"This," Justin said, pulling Brian's hand down between them, and pressing it against his cock. "Come on..."

Brian tipped his head back, feeling Justin's tongue lapping at his throat. He was drunk and dizzy and his life was doing things he'd never imagined it would, and Justin's cock felt so hard... he worked his hand inside the front of Justin's slacks, flattening it, feeling the taut skin burning his palm.

Justin had pushed Brian's jacket off, and let it fall to the floor. He was opening Brian's pants without breaking their kiss, and Brian used his free hand to push them to the floor. He stepped out of them and his shoes at the same time, then pulled away and looked down at Justin.

He stared until Justin looked at him, and kept their eyes locked together for a long, long minute. And then he smiled, and Justin smiled back.

They went into the bedroom, and Justin started to take off his jacket. Brian stopped him, holding him close in a kiss while he unbuttoned his own shirt and let it drop. He could almost hear Justin's heart start hammering.

Brian pulled away from Justin and crawled onto the bed.

He thought Justin might be surprised, but when he glanced over his shoulder, Justin was just divesting himself of the minimum amount of clothing necessary to get his dick into Brian's ass as fast as possible.

It wasn't gentle or slow; as soon as Justin had rolled on the condom he was pressing it against Brian's ass, pushing in steadily until he was as deep inside him as he could go. Brian pressed his forehead into his folded arms and breathed against it, letting him in.

"God, Brian," Justin breathed against his neck. "I love you..."

Brian didn't say anything, just moved his legs, angled his ass, tried to get Justin's cock to hit him... there...

Justin laughed, but it was breathless. "Do you really think I don't know where you want it?" he said, changing the angle of his thrust.

"Then do it," Brian said, "Come on..."

And then Justin was right there, relentlessly on that spot inside of him, where it was all sweet and hot and full of light, spinning against his eyelids, burning up the base of his spine, spilling out of his balls... Brian groaned and reached for his cock, pulling on it, everything bright and exploding as he felt Justin freeze against his back, and gasp.

A few minutes later, Justin pulled out of him carefully, and then his weight was off Brian. He rolled over onto his back, and watched Justin stepping out of his pants, pulling his unbuttoned shirt off and tossing it into the corner. "Sorry about your suit," Brian said, half-seriously.

Justin just climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet over the wet spot. "Fuck my suit."

Brian laughed. "Give me five minutes, Sunshine."

Justin brushed his lips across Brian's. "That was the best non-honeymoon ever."

Brian pushed Justin's hair out off his forehead, and surprised himself by saying, "The first of many."

Justin's face changed. His smile faded, but he didn't look sad. His eyes just got very dark. "I love you," he said, and kissed him.

VI.

Brian walked into the loft, phone clutched to his ear. "No, Theodore," he was saying, "I did not sign off on the new storyboards for the presentation tomorrow, I sent them back for..." he stopped talking. "I'll call you back."

Justin was sitting at the kitchen counter, his laptop open in front of him, grinning at Brian's momentary confusion. "Hey," he said, eyes raking Brian's body up and down. "Nice suit."

Brian almost laughed, but instead he dropped his phone and his briefcase, and strode over to where Justin was sitting.

The kiss was fierce enough that Justin had to hold onto Brian's arms to stay on the stool. He didn't try to talk, or stop Brian from frantically pulling his sweater over his head, then attack his neck with his mouth.

Finally Brian stopped, hands behind Justin's head, staring into his eyes. Then he turned toward the bedroom, pulling Justin after him.

Brian stripped off Justin's jeans and underwear. He pushed him down on the bed, turning him over, fingers pressing against his hips until Justin went halfway up on his knees.

Justin heard a condom wrapper tear, and tried to get up a little higher on his knees, tried to get ready for the pressure and stretch of Brian's cock. But he still gasped when the head pushed into his ass, shoved himself back against the pain, waiting for the glide of cock over prostate, that feeling he'd come all the way from New York for... Brian inside him, fucking him...

"Justin," Brian said, his voice sounding strangled.

Justin could feel the zipper from his slacks rasping across the backs of his thighs, the buttons on his shirt pressing into his back. "Come on," he said, reaching back and pulling Brian in deeper. "Come on, Brian... "

Brian pulled out until the head of his dick was holding Justin's ass open, pain and burn, and then the thrust, deeper than before, right over that spot inside him. Justin tried to find a way to channel it, make it turn into an orgasm, but he couldn't, it was too big and diffuse, on his skin, inside his mouth, behind his eyes.... until Brian's hand reached under him, cradled his balls, pressed against them.

Justin felt all the static start to collapse inward again, focusing on that spot inside his ass, following Brian's hand to his balls, and then to his cock when Brian wrapped his fingers around it. The thrust and the jerk of it was too much, and Justin started to come, ass clenched tight on Brian's dick.

It hurt and felt good, it was almost too much, Brian's cock still raking over his prostate even after he'd finished coming. Then Brian held still and Justin could feel him jerk once, then twice, heard him say, "Justin..."

Brian fell onto his back, and Justin let his weight push him down onto the mattress, off his knees. Brian brought his hand up, and let it drop onto Justin's hair. "You're here."

Justin shifted, laughing until the pain of Brian's dick slipping out of his ass made him flinch. "I'm here."

Brian gently moved away from him, then pulled the condom off. "How long are you here for?"

He made a face. "I shouldn't even be here now."

"Ah," Brian said knowingly, tying off the condom and tossing it in the general direction of the floor. Then he glanced down at his own body and sat up. "Christ. This suit is ruined. And it's from the Armani spring collection."

Justin smiled lazily, and watched Brian struggle out of his shirt and jacket, then stand up on the bed and strip off the pants.

"Fuck," Brian said, pushing his clothes onto the floor with his foot. "They're soaked in sweat and come and lube..."

"Don't worry," Justin said consolingly as Brian lay down next to him again. "It's not like your dry cleaner isn't used to that."

Brian laughed, and pulled Justin over on top of him. "Seriously, how long are you here for?"

Justin dropped his face down, and kissed Brian's jaw. "My flight back's at noon tomorrow."

Brian raised one brow while he traced lightly over Justin's lower lip. "Want company?"

Justin's smile was worth what the last minute first class tickets were going to cost. "Always," he said.

Theme # 18: 3 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:29:16 GMT

Title: A Room With a View
Author: frantic_quest
A/N: Several years post-513 with no other relevant plot details necessary.

Brian's day had been for shit.

The client was a moron who obviously had more money than taste, proceeding to dismiss his fabulously classy campaign as being better suited to Big Q rather than her exclusive and trashy line of hooker wear.

Fucking bitch!

The only bright spot was her insistence that Brian make his presentation on her dime in Palm Beach, a city where he fucking loved to tan his ass, and loved to look for other tanned and tight asses to fuck.

He decided to stop in his hotel room just long enough to change into his hot new black Speedo, before venturing outside to the beach to explore the scenery and possibly acquaint himself with other like-minded sun worshipping fags.

He stopped in front of his room, frowning at the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging from the doorknob, wondering for a moment if the hotel had fucked up and given his room to someone else. Pausing for only a moment he muttered, "Fuck it" beneath his breath, and slid his keycard down the slot, smiling in satisfaction as the light turned green and the lock clicked open.

Maybe some fucking joker had placed the sign there thinking they were a clever devil, a position that was already filled, quite satisfactorily in Brian's opinion, by his ambiguously defined partner-type person who currently resided in the wilds of New York City.

Pushing open the door and dropping his briefcase near his luggage, Brian was just starting to loosen his tie when he noticed the French doors that led to his balcony were open, curtains billowing slightly in the ocean breeze.

Looking around cautiously, Brian didn't see anything that seemed out of place or missing, and since he always locked any valuables in the hotel safe, he wasn't really too worried that a thief would have found more than his designer suits and club clothes to steal anyway.

Hearing a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan from the patio, Brian briefly considered calling hotel security just to be safe, but curiosity won out over caution.

Since moans tended to be a positive form of communication in his world experience, Brian slowly walked toward the balcony, slipping his sunglasses back on to combat the glare of the late afternoon sun.

A smirk crossed his face, quickly replaced by desire at the sight that greeted his eyes. Spread out before him on the padded lounge chair was a New York City artist of his intimate acquaintance, naked and stroking an impressive boner.

"Well, well, well; the ubiquitous Justin Taylor." Brian intoned, amused and aroused in equal parts, especially when his unexpected roommate turned lazy and lust-filled eyes slowly in his direction.

Justin's 'Fuck me now' glance was all the invitation Brian needed to cross the short distance, still fully clothed, to kneel next to him, hand lightly pushing Justin's from his hard and dripping cock, replacing that touch with his own mouth, swallowing expertly around the girth, humming in appreciation as Justin cried out his name, fingers moving through Brian's hair, petting and smoothing their way over his scalp in greeting.

Releasing Justin's dick from his mouth abruptly, Brian moved his body over Justin's, crawling slowly upward until his mouth was able to claim Justin's roughly, teeth nipping teasingly at his full bottom lip, fingers entwining with Justin's to push his arms high over his head, pressing them down firmly, wordlessly telling him to keep them still.

Sliding his cloth-covered dick against Justin's, he whispered all of the nasty, dirty things he wanted to do, right here on the second floor balcony, in full view of anyone who might be walking on the white sand beach, or swimming in the turquoise blue ocean beyond.

Justin's breath caught in his throat, and he nodded his head in agreement with every last wicked suggestion Brian made, feeling exposed yet protected in a way no one but Brian could manage.

Brian suddenly pulled Justin to his feet, aligning every inch of Justin's naked body to his Armani clothed one. Claiming Justin's mouth with a wet, open-mouthed kiss, seeking and gaining entry with his tongue, Brian continued his assault on Justin's lips until they both were panting for breath, before slowly pushing them toward the balcony wall, only releasing Justin briefly to spin him around, pressing him forward against the wall.

Justin opened his eyes wide at the view spread out before him. There was a wide expanse of beautiful white sand, dotted by beach umbrellas, and sunbathers that upon second glance most likely wouldn't be able to easily see him about to get his naked ass plowed by Brian's beautiful dick.

Playing to the voyeuristic tendencies in both of them, Justin started to beg for Brian's cock without waiting for Brian to strip himself down. They had this down to a science; each of them knowing the words and gestures that would guarantee the mind-blowing fucks that defied traditional terms of endearments for them.

"Fuck me now, Brian." He pleaded, looking over his shoulder, licking his lips hungrily, smiling in invitation as he saw Brian's eyes darken with a familiar hunger, fingers reaching to unbuckle his belt before pausing to change direction to cup Justin's ass instead. A packet of lube was torn open quickly, two coated fingers slid into his tight hot hole, stretching him, opening him. Justin placed his head down on his forearms and moaned, increasing his volume when he heard Brian's zipper lower, and saw the torn and empty condom wrapper fall to the floor near his feet.

"Please." It was just one word, but Justin had quickly learned the power of this particular word when he spoke it to this man. There was a not so well hidden kink contained there, but that was simply what made it all so fucking hot.

He felt the heat from Brian's body as he pressed in close behind him, briefly mourned the loss of Brian's slippery fingers with an impatient huff that ended in a yelp of pure pleasure and pain as Brian slid inside of him, slowly pushing until he was balls deep, head resting between his shoulder blades, mouth open and sucking on Justin's heated flesh.

With a sharp slap to his ass, Brian pulled out and then thrust back in, picking up speed and snapping his hips as he felt Justin pushing his ass against him.

"What a fucking view!" Brian whispered in Justin's ear, teeth nipping lightly at his lobe before trailing his tongue slowly down the side of his throat, pausing to suck a possessive mark on the pale flesh.

"And the optimum view for getting fucked." Justin answered, eyes looking out to the horizon, mind firmly with the man pumping in and out of his ass steadily, who was grunting as the tight fit of Justin's hole surrounded his cock perfectly.

"Later tonight, I'll fuck you on that beach, Justin." Brian promised, wrapping his fist around Justin's dripping cock, thumb playing teasingly in the slit until Justin tensed and sprayed several streams of cum against the balcony wall. He hazily heard Brian's satisfied groans behind him as he shot his own load deep inside Justin's ass.

Brian draped himself tiredly across Justin's body as they both recovered from the usual fucking awesome high that defined just about every sexual act they had shared from the night they had met.

Justin reached behind to cup Brian's face, laughing quietly as their racing heart rates began to slow to a more normal speed.

"That was totally fucking hot." He murmured, feeling Brian nod his agreement against the nape of his neck.

They stayed joined together for a few more minutes before Brian finally pulled out and tossed the condom to the side, zipping his spent dick back into his now wrinkled designer pants.

Justin turned and wrapped his arms around Brian's neck, smoothing his hands through Brian's sweaty hair, pressing a kiss to his lips at the grimace Brian made at the mess his suit had become.

"This fucking suit will never be the same." He grumbled not very convincingly, as he let Justin pull him back over to the balcony wall. "Impatient twat."

"Don't worry about it. I'll let you punish me for fucking up your suit later on that gorgeous beach right down there." Justin leaned his head on Brian's shoulder, smiling smugly as he felt Brian's strong arm slip around his waist. "Now admit that your day got a little better by my being here."

Brian dropped a kiss on the side of Justin's face in answer, quietly deciding that his shitty day had indeed improved drastically, and the fucking spectacular view he'd unexpectedly discovered in his room had made all the difference.

Theme # 18: 2 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:27:16 GMT

Title: Persistence
Author: moonbrightnites
Timeline: Post-series
Word count: 2,100
Warnings: It’s PWP!
Author’s note: Thank you so much to LJ’s Ardatli for a super-fast last-minute beta.

“Come on,” Justin coaxed – or maybe it was a whine. It was dangerously close to a whine, even to his own ears, but he decided that he didn’t care. He tugged hard on Brian’s jacket, not wanting to bother with the line of brass buttons securing it in place. “I’ve been waiting for hours…”

Brian’s smile was just short of a smirk. “And I’ve been traveling for hours,” he said, hauling his suitcase into Justin’s tiny apartment and locking the door behind them. “Can I have five minutes to put down my things--”

“No.”

“…and take a piss, maybe have a glass of water--”

“No.”

Justin plastered his nakedness against Brian, attempting to mold himself into every groove and ridge of his body. The effect would be easier to accomplish without the aching erection that was entirely Brian’s fault. “Now.” He wrapped his legs around Brian’s Armani-encased thigh and began grinding himself against it.

Brian released a theatrical sigh. “We’ve waited almost a month,” he said, slowly playing his fingers through Justin’s hair. “You can’t wait five more minutes?”

“I’m not sure I can wait five more seconds,” Justin admitted, the declaration ending with a gasp as Brian tightened his hold on his hair and laughed into his ear.

“If you come on these pants, you’ll spend the rest of the weekend tied to the bed – and not in a fun way, either.”

Groaning with frustration, Justin backed off a miniscule amount and let up on the rhythm he’d established. “Then take… them… off!” With slightly shaky hands, he reached for Brian’s belt and fumbled with the notches, cursing himself as his fingers became useless as a set of thumbs.

Brian was no help at all. Once Justin finally succeeded in unfastening his belt, he grabbed Justin’s wrists. With a cobra-quick movement, he hauled them above his head and pushed him against the wall. He then stared at Justin’s face, his eyes dark and strange, looking at Justin as if he were something curious and anomalous rather than his long-term partner whose face and body were as familiar as his own.

“Brian,” he said as last, feeling a twinge of concern through his all-consuming need, but it was difficult to turn the name into a question when Brian had him firmly pinned.

There was no answer, no words anyhow, just Brian’s lips against his and then Brian’s tongue invading his mouth, hot and wet and swollen. Justin parted his lips eagerly, his tongue sliding against Brian’s in a sequence of spasming thrusts that he hoped would provide Brian with inspiration.

If it did, it made no difference, as Brian was clearly determined to stay in control and take this at his own pace -- and his preferred pace was apparently glacial. Rather than heating up and intensifying, Brian’s kisses grew deeper, longer, slower, and then ceased entirely while Justin whimpered in protest. Brian ignored that and stared into his eyes again.

“I was looking forward to undressing you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up this

morning.”

Justin groaned and attempted to rest his forehead against Brian’s neck but found it frustratingly just out of reach.

“All day,” he continued, his voice just short of a growl in Justin’s ear, the same ear that was nicked a second later by Brian’s teeth, a sharp nip almost immediately followed by the press of his warm tongue. “And as I’ve been denied that pleasure, I demand compensation.”

“Fine,” Justin said, all but panting. “Take off your clothes, and you can fuck me as many times as you want.”

At first Justin thought he’d convinced him, especially when Brian’s fingers released his wrists and assisted with the maddening buttons of his coat, but once they tugged off the thick woolen garment and tossed it onto the bed he gave Justin another gentle backwards push.

Justin should have known better.

“I think I need to teach you some patience,” Brian said with a smile composed of equal parts tease, rapaciousness, and self-satisfaction.

Justin wanted to scream. “It’s been a month,” he protested. “Over a month! I haven’t had so much as a blowjob in over a month – I think that’s the very definition of patience!”

Brian’s smile twitched into a full smirk. “I’ll fuck you,” he said, as if this were some grand concession. “As soon as I’m ready.” And then, maddeningly, he carried his suitcase over to Justin’s wobbly card table, cleaned his sunglasses and tucked them away, then casually strolled into the bathroom while Justin watched, mouth agape.

“I can’t believe you,” he called as Brian shut the door in his face. “I could have just about any guy in New

York, you know. All I’d have to do is walk into the street and wave my arms in the air.”

“I suggest at least putting my coat on,” Brian replied, his voice muffled over the flushing toilet and water running into the sink. “I wouldn’t want it to freeze off before an acceptable candidate happened along. I do have plans for it… eventually.”

Justin paused, curious. “My dick or my ass?” he asked as Brian opened the door and padded the three steps that separated the bathroom from the kitchenette’s mini-fridge.

Brian shot him an enigmatic look while twisting open a bottle of water. Justin waited while he swallowed it down, slo-o-o-o-owly, his eyes never leaving Justin’s face. Justin glared, sicker of this game by the second. As soon as the empty bottle was placed into the paper bag designated for recycling, Justin launched himself into Brian’s arms and went up onto his toes to press their crotches together. “Now,” he insisted, his voice sharp. “Or else I get dressed and go out.”

To his annoyance, Brian looked even more amused. “So, it’s ‘put out or I’m leaving?’”

It was all Justin could do not to stamp his foot, but he was keenly aware that a naked foot-stomp would make him look ridiculous. “Fine,” he huffed out, heading for the bathroom in search of his rarely-used robe. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Of course he couldn’t find it because the only things reliably found in his bathroom were damp towels and misshapen tubes of half-used toothpaste. He considered shutting the door and making Brian wait for him but then Brian was in the doorway, peering inside with that maddening look of bemusement. It was a look that said he knew exactly what Justin was contemplating and that he found his current frustration adorable.

“Fucker,” he spat, suddenly furious. “Just turn around and go home.”

“And leave my Sunshine to peddle his ass on the street?” If anything, Brian sounded even more delighted. “Besides, you know how I feel about leaving unfinished work behind.”

“Most people wouldn’t consider this work,” Justin said, but his treacherous body was already responding when Brian reached for him and pulled him close. When Brian’s hand slid down to cup his hardening dick, it was all over – all he could do was wrap his arms around Brian’s neck and groan as he was fondled and caressed in a way that only Brian had ever gotten exactly right. God, he wanted him.

“Come on,” he urged, but Brian kept his arms where they were. He groaned again, this time in frustration. He was dying to feel Brian’s skin against his but almost none of it was exposed. He made do with his neck, licking a fat line up to his jaw and then gliding his fingers along the wet stripe.

Brian was still trying to play unaffected but there was no disguising his surging heart rate or his suddenly rapid pulse, which radiated through his throat to Justin’s tongue and went straight to his dick. “Come on,” Justin whispered again, tugging him towards the bed. “It’s time for me to give you your compensation for my oversight. I should have waited for you and let you undress me. I’ll begin the necessary reparations….” He gasped as Brian’s teeth connected with the skin between his neck and his shoulder and gasped again when he began sucking on the spot. “…immediately.”

Brian allowed him to steer them to the bed and even agreed to sprawl backwards against the mattress, but when Justin attempted to unbutton his shirt his hand was sharply knocked away and before he knew it, he was on his back with Brian’s weight pressing down against him. “Oh,” he managed in lieu of protests, because there really wasn’t much about the present situation that he objected to – except for Brian’s continued insistence upon wearing clothes.

That was fucking irritating.

But then Brian’s leg was between his, grinding downwards. Justin arched his back, gasped and attempted to latch onto Brian’s neck with lips, teeth, and tongue, but his partner remained maddeningly elusive.

“Wait,” he whispered. “Just… wait.”

It was all Justin could do not to scream and he might have gone ahead and done so if not for the fact

that he was suddenly flipped and then face-down against the mattress and Brian’s tongue swirling around the small of his back. Sighing, he began grinding himself against the sheet, but Brian instantly froze and gave a sharp tug to his hips. “Don’t,” he said, and waited until Justin was still before sliding down lower, and lower, then playfully dipping his tongue in between Justin’s ass cheeks.

“Brian,” he whined, begging for more, and quickly, and now, but Brian proceeded at his own maddening pace and Justin had no doubt that he was enjoying every minute of this.

His tongue lapped broad stripes up and down Justin’s crack before finally, finally circling the tensed muscles of his hole. Justin tried to relax, he really did, but every muscle in his body felt strung to the point of snapping. Not even his chest wanted to relax enough to allow for normal breathing. “Please, Brian,” he managed. “Just… just…”

And then Brian’s tongue was inside him, sending him flat against the bed as he grasped the sheets and groaned. It was hot and wet and perfect but still not enough and within minutes he found himself begging again. “Just,” he said between panting breaths, “fuck me. Please.”

Brian continued teasing him with his tongue like the heartless, pitiless bastard that he was until Justin gave up and collapsed against the bed, shivering with unresolved tension. A second later Brian’s mouth returned to the small of his back and pressed a kiss against it as his hands smoothed long strokes along Justin’s spine. Then his hands were gone and Justin was twisting his head back because what the fuck. Brian was stretched out on top of him and reaching for the lube and carelessly smearing it here and there while Justin squirmed beneath him. “Your pants,” he managed to bite out, but Brian ignored him. Instead he reached for a condom, tore into it, and had it on within a matter of seconds.

“Oh, god,” he whimpered as Brain pushed into him. He’d waited so long and then suddenly there was no warning, no preparation, not even a moment to catch his breath before Brian was setting a steady pace and grinding their bodies together. His pants were rough against Justin’s bare thighs and the zipper’s edge scratched and dug into his skin but he didn’t care because he had Brian inside him, hitting him at just the right angle and in just the right rhythm.

He attempted to grind himself against the bed but Brian’s hand was there, cupping him and caressing before forming a tight chasm. Delirious at finally making skin-on-skin contact, he whimpered as Brian slowed briefly before rocking them together faster, shoving into him harder, bringing them both to the

squirming, gasping, shaking place right before –

Without warning or preamble he suddenly came, crying out Brian’s name as Brian went rigid behind him, then filled the condom with a few more long, slow thrusts. “Justin,” he murmured as he lowered his head against his back, and Justin went limp against the bed and enjoyed the soft warmth that washed over him.

He must have fallen asleep at some point – perhaps they both did – but when he came to again it was all at once and with a terrible realization. “Brian,” he whispered. “Brian!”

Brian’s head shot up off his back and both hands appeared by his head. “What’s wrong?”

Justin cleared his throat, fighting back a smile. “Remember when you warned me about not coming on your pants? The ones you’re still wearing?”

“Mmmm.”

Justin grabbed his hand and guided it down to the garment he was half-sprawled against and Brian’s forehead smacked into his back again as he groaned, this time with far less pleasure than before.

“Well, you didn’t mention anything about your coat.”

Theme # 18: 1 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:11:26 GMT

Title: A Single Drop

Author sangwin

Timeline: post S5

Word Count: 1024

Author's Note: This is unbeta-ed. Sorry for an mistakes. All this my very first porn.

Summary: PWP with paint and Prada.

“If you get a single drop of paint on my Prada I will never fuck you again.”

Justin spins around - startled - his hand fluttering at his heart, paintbrush swirling through the air spattering small dots of green on his cheek.

Brian is standing at the door of his New York studio, completely unexpected and so fucking hot.

“Don’t get all goopy and sentimental on me. I have to be at the airport in an hour. I figure you have just enough time to suck my cock.” Emphasis on the word cock - clicking in his mouth as he steps into the small room.

Justin smiles a full wattage smile, but his heart won’t slow down; hand shaking slightly. Brian notices but doesn’t point it out. He regrets startling Justin, but doesn’t say so.

“You’re fine, Sunny Boy.”

“Of course,” Justin answers, a fake laugh shaky on his lips.

But, the closer Brian’s body gets to his own, the more fine he actually is.

“Take off your clothes.”

Brian is standing right next to him now - soft lips just inches from his ear. Justin’s heart is still pounding hard and fast in his chest, but now it’s for an entirely different reason.

Justin’s brush hits the cement floor with a smack and a wet splat. His paint spattered shirt with a soft whisper and his belt buckle a metallic clang. His feet are already bare. No underwear.

Silence as Brian’s Prada covered knees join them on the hard ground. Justin hands instinctually move towards Brian’s hair.

“Uh Ah.” Brian shakes his head with a smirk. “ A single drop and this is over. Don’t you dare touch me.”

With a growl of frustration, Justin tangles his paint-cover fingers behind his own neck to resist temptation. He can feel colors mixing against his skin.

If he could just paint how Brian feels - ugh. how so fucking incredible he always feels - he would be the most famous, richest, critically acclaimed artist in the whole goddamn world.

Brian buries his face in Justin’s crotch and just breaths. His fingers dig into the roundness of his ass. His teeth nip at the soft skin of Justin’s belly. He runs his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, just as his fingers slide into the crack of Justin’s ass.
Painting is a similar high to Justin as sex. A pleasure and a tension and a release. Something he NEEDS and WANTS and aches for. But, it is never quite as good as this. He can never find just the right color or stroke that is...

“AHhh. Brian.”

The head of his cock is buried in the back of Brian’s throat as a lubed finger slowly breaches his hole. Of course Brian would have lube in his suit pocket on a last minute business trip.

Justin’s legs are shaking and he struggles to stand with nothing to hold onto as Brian sucks and finger fucks.

His hands slide at the back of his neck wanting to touch but holding back.

“Please. Brian.

Please.”

Brian stands quickly and pushes Justin towards the ratty couch a few feet away. Justin’s whole body sways at the sudden movement - arms flying from their locked position to keep his balance. His finger comes oh so close to the shoulder of Brian’s suit jacket.

“Don’t you dare.”

Brian pushes Justin flat on his back on the couch and covers him completely with his clothed body. Justin can feel the texture of the material against the length of his skin, heightening every sensation. Jacket buttons press into his naked stomach. Silk tie pools at the base of his neck, tickling his skin every time Brian moves.

Brian unzips his fly just enough to take out his cock and slide on a condom. Justin legs move around his waist, suit jacket draping over his knees as Brian enters him in one long trust.

“Ughh.”

Justin’s hands go to his own face just to touch something. anything. He knows this is leaving marks - colorful streaks that will make him blush when he is alone again.

It hard and fast and rough in the way Justin loves it to be. Brians pants are rough on the sensitive skin of his thighs.

“Don’t cum on my suit, Justin.”

Brian pounds into him and Justin fights to hold on. He bites down on his hand to keep from reaching out. He taste paints and smells sweat and expensive cologne and all he sees is Brian.

When Brian cums, Justin can feel the zipper of his pants digging into his skin. He hopes it feels a mark as well.

He feels completely exposed and yet warm and covered at the same time.

Brian slides down Justin body and swallows his cock. sucking. sliding. humming. Justin cums instantly - hard and long - hands grasping desperately into his own hair, wishing it were Brian’s.

Brian stands, smooths his expensive suit and straightens his tie. He leans down and gently kisses Justin once on the mouth.

“I’ll pick you up at the airport on Saturday.”

Justin’s hand moves to caress Brian’s check.

“Uh Ah.”

“I can just get a cab.”

Brian raise one eyebrow and presses his tongue into his cheek. Then he stands and walks away. At the door, he turns one last time to look at Justin, pale skin soft and relaxed against dark grey fabric - blue, and green and gold in his hair and on his face and down his chest.

For a second Brian is thankful Justin was not painting with red that day.

He clears his throat and mind, turns and walks down the hall.

Two hours later, as Brian settles into his seat on the plane he notices a tiny smear of green paint on his pants, hovering just over his cock - just one single drop.

It looks electric against the matte black fabric. The corners of his mouth turn up involuntarily. His pants are ruined but he can’t find it in himself to pretend to be upset. All he can think about is fucking Justin again. and again.

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 15 Jun 2012 20:37:53 GMT

My fellow pornoholics,
I'm having a few technical issues and need to post the fics tomorrow so you have one more day!

SORRY ALL!!

Come on feel the porn...

action.bj@gmail.com — Wed, 13 Jun 2012 02:04:34 GMT

DON'T FORGET, fics are due on June 15

Looking forward to them!

Theme # 18: Dressed & Undressed

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:13:15 GMT

I feel the need...the need for porn! And xie_xie_xie came up with an idea so here it goes.

BRIAN IS DRESSED....JUSTIN IS NAKED...AND THERE'S SEX

or

JUSTIN IS DRESSED...BRIAN IS NAKED...AND THERE'S SEX

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Theme #17: Desperation 5 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:55:37 GMT

Title: Holding Out
Author:</a> xheartrockx
Pairings or Characters: Brian/Justin
Genre: PWP
Kinks/Prompt: “desperation” for bj_action; orgasm denial for kink_bingo
Setting: after 309
Summary: Justin works long, hard hours deep into the night... and hard hours they are.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings: There is porn, you've been warned.
Author's Note: Many, many thanks to mander3_swish for the short-notice beta. And I obviously don't own these guys...

Holding Out

This is punishment. Justin knows it.

He knows he deserves it, but he won't tell Brian that. He won't give him even more satisfaction when he, himself, won't get any.

He has already come today. Twice. Once in the shower this morning, thinking about Brian, fantasizing how it would be to be back with him, drawing from countless memories. And once in Brian's office as a result of the most glorious reconciliation-fuck in modern history.

While that had satisfied the most urgent... well, urges, as soon as they collapsed on the expensive yet uncomfortable carpet, both knew it was only just the beginning of the night. Staying true to Brian's words, he has been working for long and painfully hard hours under him, on top of him, beside him... you name it. And not once has he come.

Correction, Brian hasn't let him. Each time Justin has been close to climax, Brian has put on the breaks, leaving him just on the verge but never tipping him over the edge.

Now raw, exhausted, and actually close to tears, Justin finds himself tied to the bed. How that’s even possible is beyond him, as there are no posts or anything else that’s visible to tie on to, but he’s to far gone to even care. Maybe it's the result of one of Brian's home-improvement projects he sometimes undertakes when he's stressed or upset (oh yes, Justin has noticed).

He is bound by black silken restraints. They seem fragile upon sight, but they don't give any when he tugs on them. Then again, Justin isn't really trying. He doesn't even dare move because each time he does, the black latex butt-plug hits his prostate just right, and all it would take is a few dry humps against the mattress and he would come.

Brian wouldn't be happy about that, and who knows what kind of punishment he would cook up if Justin came without his permission.

So he just lies there with his feet propped up, cock hard as a rock and a nice shade of purple thanks to the ring fastened around its base. If physically possible, he becomes even more hard under Brian's scrutinizing gaze.

Dark eyes glide over his body, over his sweat-coated forehead, his pink and bruised nipples, and the slick plains of his stomach. It must be some sight, judging by the self-satisfied smirk on Brian's face, and for the first time, Justin wishes there was a mirror above the bed (maybe that's the next stage of home-improvement).

As if he has all the time and not a care in the world, Brian lounges at the foot of the bed, a drink in hand. He is naked and he is hard, but knowing him, he can draw this out some more. He is a determined bastard if need be.

“Spread your legs,” Brian says in that obnoxious conversational tone like he's just ordering a pizza.

Justin tries, but he can't. He simple can't move. He's too exhausted and afraid that if he does move, he'll just come and be done. “I can't,” he manages barely.

Brian chuckles. “Of course, you can.” He downs his drink, sets the glass aside, and then slowly panther-crawls up Justin's body, keeping his weight on his arms and a save distance between them. “You're not trying hard enough.” He lowers himself down to draw a long kiss from Justin's mouth, but doesn't touch him with anything but his lips.

He withdraws again and Justin tries to crane his head to see where he's going, but his position doesn't allow it. The next thing he feels is Brian's hands on his ankles, pulling his legs apart. The plug shifts inside him and Justin arches against his restraints. “Fuck,” Justin exclaims along with a moan.

“Told you, you could do it.” Brian is hovering above him again, and this time he trails open mouthed kisses down the side of Justin's neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Justin’s throat.

The flesh around Justin's nipples is already raw from his previous ministrations and Brian doesn't show any mercy. He licks and he bites around the perky buds, making them harder than they ever were.

As he travels lower, he is careful to avoid Justin's cock. He arches over him, lips trailing down his lover's stomach, then off to the right and over Justin's thigh. He kisses his way down the inside but stops short just as his mouth is about to touch Justin’s balls.

Justin moans as he feel Brian withdraw again. “Please...” He tries to arch his back, to seek friction. Or any contact at all.

“Please.... what?” Brian drawls. He has his chin propped on his hands, peering up Justin's body through his spread legs, and he has the audacity to smile like Justin isn't trussed up like an oversexed turkey right in front of his nose.

“Let me come,” Justin manages, straining to lock eyes with Brian. “Please.”

Brian's smile turns into a self-satisfied grin. Yeah, he has Justin right were he wants him and he loves it. And to be honest, Justin loves it, too. “That's more like it.”

As he dives back in, he licks one swift line up the seem of Justin's balls and the young man whimpers, bucking against the restraints. With the same skilled move, he takes Justin's cock into his mouth, swallowing him whole until the tip hits the back of his throat.

Justin lets out a litany of useless curses. His eyes are squeezed shut and tears of frustration and exhaustion run down his cheeks.

But Brian isn't done yet. He licks his way down over painfully sensitive skin, teeth grazing Justin's balls, before he sucks first one and then the other into his mouth. He traces a line across Justin's perineum, then slowly – oh so fucking slowly – circles the end of the plug.

'How many licks does it take,' crosses through Justin's mind, and he almost laughs but he has no energy left. The only thing he is capable of is trying to meet Brian's ministrations, tilting his hips to force his tongue into a more vigorous contact.

“Please,” he presses through gritted teeth, but the words only elicit a chuckle from Brian.

“Say it,” Brian challenges in between rounds of licking around the stretched skin of Justin's hole.

Justin does rise to the challenge, in more ways than one. He cranes his head and something in his shoulder pops, but it doesn't matter. “I want you to fuck me.” His tone is surprisingly firm now, resolute. “Make me come, you bastard.”

Brian laughs. He fucking laughs, but he is not making fun of Justin and his... predicament. There is something else in that laugh which Justin can't place. There is a lot things you can't place with Brian Kinney and this laugh is one of them. Maybe it's because Brian isn't prone to laughing.

Justin's musings scatter as Brian presses a kiss to his mouth that takes his air. “You want to come?”

Justin nods a little helplessly, biting his bottom lip.

“You want to come for me?”

Again, Justin nods. The anticipation, the teasing is killing him.

“You want me to fuck you until you come?”

This time, Justin only looks at him, blue-eyed gaze fixed on almost-black. It is answer enough.

Without touching him, Brian leans over him to grab a condom and lube from the nightstand. He makes a show of it as he pulls the package open with his teeth and rolls it down his dick. Then he squirts some lube on his hand and spreads it down his length.

It is going to be a slippery affair given the times they had already fucked tonight and that the plug has been lubed up as well. But Justin knows one thing, no matter if this is punishment or or some elaborate scheme to drive him insane, Brian wouldn't do anything to actually physically hurt him. Never.

With one hand, Brian pushes against Justin's thigh, helping him to open up some more. With the other, he reaches for the plug and gently tugs on it.

“Push back a little,” he instructs and Justin does, feeling the smooth object glide from his body. The wet sound it make as it slips from his sphincter is ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that.

As soon as the plug is out, he feels Brian's cock press against his opening, not hesitating but driving into him in one swift motion.

Both men groan in unison and Justin's back arches, meeting the hard thrust. He wants to wrap his arms around Brian, to hold on to his shoulders, but he can't. All he can do is lie there and enjoy the ride.

“Look at me.” Brian's hand is in his hair, fisting the blond strands to make him comply.

Justin doesn't know what he sees in his eyes, but something shifts in Brian. Right there, when his cock hits Justin's prostate, something is changing and Brian hesitates.

With his weight supported on one arm, he reaches to untie Justin's left hand, then his right. At last, he unfastens the cock ring and Justin breaths out a moan. His arms are numb and he can't move them so Brian helps him, guides his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. His own hands slip beneath Justin's shoulders, lifting him up against his own body before he starts to move.

Brian withdraws almost entirely, leaving only the head of his cock inside. As he pushes back in, Justin sees stars. How Brian does it, fucks him so hard his vision turns black with only as much as the roll of his hips, is a mystery to Justin.

Their rhythm is slow and hard and it hurt so deliciously every time Brian's cock hits home.

Justin almost doesn't realize when he’s coming; he has been on the edge for hours now. What he does notice is the rush in his ears, the pulsing of his own blood that blocks out Brian's guttural moans. His eyes roll back and he squeezes them shut despite Brian's order. Every single muscles of his body tightens: his arms around Brian's neck, his legs around Brian’s hips, his ass around Brian’s cock. He feel the cum spurting from his cock, coating both their stomachs, and just when he thinks he can't come any more, Brian hits that spot again and he comes some more.

He would black out now and just give in to oblivion, but that is one more thing Brian will not let happen. Instead, he fucks Justin through his orgasm, keeping the rhythm steady.

Justin knows Brian is barely holding on, he had learned to decipher his moans and groans by now. With more effort than he ever thought necessary, Justin blinks his eyes open to look at Brian and the breath almost hitches in his throat.

And then he understands what this is, what he is doing.

Brian marks him.

He claims him.

Just like he had on their first night, he leaves his mark deep inside Justin; not only with his cock, but on a whole other level as well. Justin isn't sure if Brian is aware of that other place he leaves his imprint on; maybe he knows and intends it, maybe it's something even Brian Kinney can't control. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he does and that – once more, and after months spent in the proverbial dark – Justin knows his place again.

It's here. It's with Brian.

This time, it's Justin's hands in Brian's hair and he clutches so hard at him that he feels some of the brunet folicles give. Their gazes lock as Brian leans his head down against Justin's forehead, sweat and breath mingling.

He doesn't even blink as he comes. His body goes rigid and he just lets it happen, let's it roll over him and out along with a low growl.

They stay like that for... Justin doesn't know how much time passes before Brian slowly disentangles himself from him, pulling out and away.

Justin's head rolls back on the sweat-soaked pillow and his eyes flicker shut as he listens to Brian dispose of the condom and take a leak. He hears him walk down to the kitchen, hears the clatter of the fridge opening and closing, and the next thing he feels is Brian's weight next to him on the mattress.

Justin turns his head to look at him, but Brian doesn't return the gaze. Instead, he wipes the cum off Justin's stomach with a towel he brought from the bathroom. Once that's done, he presses a water bottle into Justin's hand.

“You okay?” Brian asks as Justin takes a sip.

Justin nods and drinks some more. He’s almost startled as Brian threads his fingers through his hair, brushing the wet locks from his forehead. It's the most affectionate gesture he has made today.

“You know,” Justin begins when he is able to speak again, “if this is what make-up sex with you is like, we should breakup more often.” He has no idea why he said that. Brian has probably fucked all sanity from his brain and he regrets his words as soon as they are out.

Brian regards him for a long moment. He doesn't reply and the only indication of an answer is the slight – and slight is an overstatement – shake of his head.

Justin reaches up and pulls Brian down for a long, slow kiss. As the kiss deepens, Brian settles down next to him and his arm snakes around Justin's chest.

“Get some sleep,” Brian tells him as they break apart. His voice is very quiet and the tip of his nose brushes against Justin's.

“Or my boss will have my ass?” Justin feels a smug smile curve his lips.

Brian matches the expression and he pulls Justin against his chest, finding a more comfortable position. He reaches back and pulls the blanket around them to ward off the post-coital chill. “I already do.”

Justin chuckles and manages a: “You got me,” before drifting off to sleep.

He doesn't hear Brian when he speaks again, “And you got me.”

Theme #17: Desperation 4 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:53:39 GMT
Title: Welcome to Taylor West
Author: frantic_quest
Warnings: RAW
Author’s Note: Assume several years post-513 with Brian & Justin in a *gasp* monogamous relationship. Not really my idea of a likely post-canon scenario, but its PWP so what the hell.

I caught his eye across the crowded room, jerking my head to the right, in the general direction of the stairs that led to a loft area that housed the private studio of the Taylor West Gallery’s owner and sometime resident artist.</p>
It had been eight weeks since I’d had my dick in his ass, and the timing of the grand opening of his West Coast gallery had threatened to turn an already unacceptable situation into a fucking catastrophe.
I watched him head toward the spiral staircase letting my eyes feast on the ass I would soon be mounting, as its owner mounted the stairs slowly enough that I knew that he knew I was leering at his assets.
Deciding that two could play the teasing game, I waited until he reached the top before I stalked across the room, giving him a good view of my long legs encased in perfectly fitted Prada slacks, knowing full well he would be watching me hungrily from the shadows of the studio that was to be his home away from home.
I reached the landing and grabbed him by the arms, pushing him swiftly backward until his back was to the wall; a darkly tinted glass wall that gave a panoramic view of the crowded gallery below us, while almost completely hiding us from sight. To anyone with extremely sharp eyesight, we would appear to be abstract shapes moving behind the nearly opaque glass.
“I like your new gallery, Sunshine.” I praised his newest endeavor as I slammed my lips down upon his without waiting for a reply. His hands reached for me, grabbing the back of my neck, forcing my lips to stay joined with his, pushing his entire body against mine until he was able to spin me around, so that my back was now to the wall.
He released my head, and we pulled apart to catch a gasping breath, eyeing each other warily, unsure for the moment just who was going to take control.
“I’d give you a private tour,” he said with an evil grin as he ground his hard cock against mine, “but something came up.”
I reached between us and slid my hand beneath his waistband, smearing the pre-cum I found on his tip across the head before giving his dick a few firm strokes. “I can see that you are otherwise occupied, Taylor, so I’ll just leave you my calling card.” He moaned out a shaky breath as my fingers dipped lower to caress his balls.
The time for conversation was officially done as far as I was concerned, and the only place I was interested in touring at the moment was his sweet, hot, tight ass. I loosened his belt and opened his fly, totally approving of his lack of briefs as I slid the soft material of his pants below his ass, and urged him to face forward against the glass once again.
He arched his neck gracefully and I was predictably distracted, pausing to bury my face into his neck as I released my own erection and shrugged off my jacket. I reached around him and cupped his balls in one hand, his leaking dick in the other, pressing my own cock into his crack, rutting myself against him mindlessly, totally consumed by the touch, and smell, and taste of him.
I took a generous amount of his pre-cum and pushed two slickened fingers into his hole, his muffled shout no doubt causing a few heads to turn curiously in the gallery beneath us. I could tell he was just as ready to blow as I was; his need for a good stiff dick equal to my own desperate desire to provide one for him.
I guided myself into him as slowly as I could, since I was in take-no-fucking-prisoners mode after our several month dry spell. He whispered that he loved me as I began to thrust; the heat and the smoothness of my naked cock sliding within him nearly causing me to shoot my wad after only a few strokes.
He urged me to fuck him harder and faster, tightening his ass and squeezing my cock, grunting in satisfaction as he felt my dick pulsing, filling his hole with my jizz. I found myself repeating his name, my hand full of his warm come as he shot his own load into my palm, with enough excess spunk to paint the glass before him with a very unique Justin Taylor original.
We took a moment to catch our breath before I pulled out and dropped to my knees, needing to taste my seed as it dripped slowly from his ass. He reached behind to gently pet my hair, letting out a tired moan as I continued to rim him.
“That was so fucking hot, Brian!” He pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest contentedly. “I can’t believe you fucked me over there.” He gestured to the glass wall and the come that was slowly dripping toward the floor.
“It’s bad luck if you don’t christen a new business venture with a delicious and expensive liquid.” I smirked at him as he rolled his eyes at my pathetic attempt at humor.
“That’s champagne, you freak.” He couldn’t help but add, in his eternal need to provide useless information to a person who would just end up punishing his perfect ass for it later. Come to think of it, that’s probably exactly why he continued to do it after all these years.
“So, it would appear your West Coast debut is a big, fat, fucking success, Sunshine.” I wrapped my fingers gently around the nape of his neck, pulling him close enough that I could press a kiss to his temple. “I’m fucking proud of you.”
He beamed up at me, trying not to look too smug, but I had trained him well, and a little arrogance never hurt anybody anyway.
His smile dimmed slightly, and he caressed my cheek as we shared a look that spoke volumes between us. “I really missed you, you know. No more long term separations?” He fluttered his lashes at me before pressing his lips to mine and whispering, “Please?”
He was a shameless twat, but he was mine, and I proceeded to seal my end of our little deal by fucking him all night long.
It was the ultimate binding Kinney contract.

Theme #17: Desperation 3 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:48:39 GMT
THEME #17: DESPERATION

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

Author: mander3_swish

Beta: 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…

Theme #17: Desperation 2 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:47:12 GMT
TITLE: Desperate

AUTHOR: alafaye

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I have nothing to say! Other than I do not own the show or its characters. At all. Sadly.

The door slammed open as two bodies pushed through, uncaring of whether the door got shut. Shirts were untucked, unbuttoned, and thrown away, one landing in the hallway outside. The smaller of the two got down on his knees and was fast unbuttoning the others pants.

The taller one put his hand on the others shoulder and leaned back against the wall. "Hurry up."

The other looked up with a smirk. He slowly pulled out his partner's cock and licked the tip. "Or what?"

"Justin," the other growled. "Now."

"Patience is a virtue, Brian" Justin said.

"And bottoms who quote that stupid line get a spanking," Brian said.

"Promise?" Justin begged. He slowly licked the cock in front of him, tip to base and then back to take the tip into his mouth. He used every trick he had, desperate to make Brian come.

It had been far too long since they'd seen each other--Justin had to get ready for his first solo show and Brian had been traveling for work. Tonight had been opening night at the gallery and Brian had somehow managed to attend. Brian had hoped for a quick bathroom break, but every time they tried to leave, Justin was called to talk to this person or that.

It was worth it, making the contacts, but it drove them both crazy. In the end, they made their excuses to leave early.

Brian swears as he comes and then is pulling Justin up for a messy kiss. "Bed."

"It's clean," Justin jokes as he finally closes the door and pulls Brian to the queen size that takes up most of the room.

"Better be," Brian says under his breath. He pushes Justin down and kisses him, hands quickly pushing away Justin's pants. A tube is pressed into his hands and he prepares Justin in a few practiced moves.

Justin turns himself over and lifts his ass. Brian bites it and rolls on a condom. He pushes in and groans. "Too long."

"Faster," Justin moans under him.

Brian smirks and slows down. Justin reaches back and hits him. "Come on. Faster!"

"What is that saying about patience?" Brian teases. He shifts forward to rest his weight on his arm and wraps his other arm around Justin's waist. Justin lifts his hips up a bit higher and swears when Brian hits his prostate. Soon, though, the pace picks up and it's over too soon.

After, Brian rolls Justin onto his back for the next round. They were far from done.

Theme #17: Desperation 1 of 5

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 02:45:34 GMT
Title: Fuck Me!

Author: techgirl

Warnings: The boys are monogamous - the sex is raw

A/N: Thank you later2nite for the beta!

Justin waited for Brian outside of Babylon.

He'd still been asleep when Brian had left for work in the morning, but he'd been happy to hear Brian's voice on the phone during his lunch break, asking to meet at Babylon that night.

Justin sighed when he thought about the long hours they'd both been working these last few months. He missed just hanging out with Brian; not having to worry about paintings and ads, nor their deadlines. Shrugging his shoulders, he felt fortunate that at least they'd been able to take tonight off together.

When Brian's car pulled up, Justin turned around in time to see his partner step out of it. Still in his work clothes, Brian looked so fucking handsome it almost killed Justin. Smiling, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Brian walked straight into Justin's arms. "You look hot. I need to fuck you," he said, pushing his rock hard cock against Justin's stomach.

"Impressive." Justin palmed Brian's dick through his pants.

"I feel like I'm going to explode. I haven't jerked off today."

"Me, neither." Justin rubbed himself against Brian's body. "I wanted you to do it for me."

"Justin…" Brian sighed, his boyfriend's cock poking into his thigh.

He put his hands on Justin's ass, pulling him close. With their crotches pushed together they started to kiss, slowly humping each other.

"God, Brian, I want you," Justin moaned, pushing his cock harder against Brian's.

Brian felt himself leaking in his pants. Taking a step back to get some distance from his excited, blond boy, he opened Justin's shirt, running his hands over the smooth chest. Brian pinched Justin's nipples, Justin arching his back as Brian bent down to lick at them.

"Want to go inside?" Brian asked, smiling at the catcalls coming from all the guys who passed by. He knew just how hot Justin looked when he wanted to get fucked.

Justin shook his head. "Can't wait." He popped open his pants, pushing them down under his ass.

"Hey! I can't fuck you in the middle of the street."

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, walking them towards the alley behind Babylon. Reaching a dark corner, he turned him around to face the wall. Leaning against Justin's back, Brian opened his own pants, freeing his hard-on.

He'd been hard for so long. He smiled as it throbbed in his hand; just holding it felt amazing. Brian jacked his dick a couple of times, feeling his precum oozing out of it. He smeared some over the head and down the shaft, saving most of it to rub around Justin's hole.

"Do you want me to open you up?" Brian let his finger trace around Justin's rim.

"No." Justin moaned, pushing his ass backward into Brian.

Brian laughed quietly, spreading Justin's ass cheeks, then pushed the head of his cock slowly inside.

Justin reached his arm back and pulled Brian closer, gasping at the sensation when Brian's cock slid all the way in.

"Aaah! Fuck, Justin!" Brian forced himself to hold still. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just fuck me already!"

Brian began to pump, quickly picking up the speed. It was so good; warm and tight. He slammed harder and harder into his boyfriend, every sound Justin made going straight to his cock.

Justin craned his neck backward, his lips meeting Brian's in a deep kiss. Just the way he liked it, he felt Brian's hand creeping around his hip to grab his cock, jerking him off with long, hard strokes. Not able to stop himself, Justin reared his ass backward into Brian's cock, fucking himself hard on it.

Looking down, Brian couldn't hold back any longer when saw his cock ramming in and out of Justin's incredible ass. He felt his orgasm boiling up.

Justin moaned as Brian's hot cum shot deeply inside of him. He came all over the wall when Brian jerked his cock a few more times.

After Brian carefully pulled out, Justin turned around in his arms. Foreheads resting together, they smiled at each other.

"So good, Brian! So fucking good."

"Yeah, that was perfect," Brian whispered, pulling up Justin's pants. Buttoning his shirt, he kissed him hard. "I can take next weekend off if you want to go away somewhere."

Justin couldn't stop a wide smile from spreading across his face. "I'd love to!"

"Let's go into Babylon and get cleaned up."

"Or, we can just lick each other clean." Justin dropped to his knees, pulling Brian's zipper down again.

"Fuck! You're horny tonight." Brian leaned against the wall, spreading his legs.

"Are you complaining?" Justin smiled up at him.

"Never!"

THEME #17: Desperation

action.bj@gmail.com — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 01:21:56 GMT
BRING BACK THE PORN...ONLY ON INSANEJOURNAL IS September 1.

So, because we are the ultimate canonical porn fandom...and this is the ultimate porn asylum, it's theme time!

THEME #17: DESPERATION

Who: Brian or Justin

What: Desperate to have sex...can't wait to touch, can't wait to get clothes off, can't wait to come, can't wait for a sweaty, hot and porny fuck. (you get the idea right?)

Where: Anywhere and Everywhere

When: Whenever...after a business trip, after a night dancing at Babylon, after a night spent working in the same room with no time to fuck - but so horny!, after dinner where Justin was a tease, after a sweaty workout...I DON'T CARE, BE CREATIVE. lol

Why: Uhhh, who the hell needs a reason for porn?

Sign up in this post, so I have an idea how many are going to participate. Sign ups are open until Friday.

Fics are due by: Thursday September 1 at 7pm EST. I'll be posting promptly so I can leave on time for not_yet_defined's wedding!

COME ONE, COME ALL, PIMP THE PORN AND DON'T FORGET TO SIGN UP!

BBTP anyone?

action.bj@gmail.com — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 00:15:00 GMT
Any interest in participating in a bj_action challenge with submissions due September 1st so they can also be posted for the bbtp_challenge?

I mean, I can't believe I'm asking this, since I'm getting married 3 days after that and certainly will have no time for any of this...but I kinda feel like coming up with a theme, so I thought I'd throw it out there and see if there is any interest.

Please comment if you think you might be interested in contributing.

Theme #16: Let's Get Soaking Wet

action.bj@gmail.com — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 00:23:14 GMT
It's a few days late...but that just means we get to enjoy the porn a second time!

Theme #16: Let's Get Soaking Wet Master List

1. The Man of My Dreams by techgirl

2. Can I Take a Shower? by guavejuice

3. The Proposal by later2nite

4. Mediterranean Sunshine by frantic_quest

5. Steam by notreallyme10

6. Planting Seed in Some Hole by mander3_swish

7. Soaking Wet by rainbow1907

8. Soaking Wet by etextraordinary

Thanks to everyone for participating, happier_bunny for posting the fic, and mander3_swish for pimping and coding the master list. You all rock!

Theme #16: Let's Get Soaking Wet Fic 8 of 8

action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:13:04 GMT
TITLE: Soaking Wet
AUTHOR: etextraordinary
WARNINGS: Nothing but dripping wet porn.
A/N: Set sometime after 513 at Britin. All mistakes are mine.

Justin sips his Vodka-berry smoothie from the side of the pool. It was the first truly hot day of the summer, the air was thick with humidity, and what precious little breeze blew, however brief, was met with a sigh of relief. Justin lounged in the pool, leaning his head on the side letting his legs float in the water. Justin took a long sip of his frozen drink as Brian swam by, doing laps. It was way too hot to be swimming laps. Brian had tried to convince Justin to swim laps too, but he just continued chopping fruit and throwing it in the blender–one part fruit, one part vodka. The only way to beat this heat was to be drinking something alcoholic and frozen.

Brian purposefully splashed Justin as hard as he could the next time he swam past, Justin may have the perfect twink physique, he doesn’t need to flaunt it by drinking a vodka smoothie at 3 in the afternoon. Two more laps, Brian decided, that would be enough for today. It was a little bit too warm to be swimming laps, but after the three weeks of rain, the hot sun was a welcome change. At every turn, Brian made sure to splash Justin and get as much chlorinated water in his drink as possible. But Justin was unfazed; he just lay there sipping on his drink, driving Brian crazy.

After Brian finished his last lap, he swam up to Justin, pinning him to the wall and capturing the straw for the drink in his mouth. Brian slurped down the rest of the drink in one swallow while Justin laughed. Justin brought his legs around Brian’s torso and pulled him even closer; then locked his ankles around Brian’s back to prevent him from swimming away. Justin pulled the straw out of Brian’s mouth, replacing it with his own, kissing the last of the taste of the drink out of his mouth.

“What the fuck was in that?” Brian asked pulling away from the kiss.

“Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, and a shit ton of vodka.”

“It was good. You should make some more.”

“Hm. I could. But I was thinking of something else we could do right now.” Justin said, thrusting up into Brian.

Brian pinned Justin to the wall and leaned in to capture his lips, but at the last second turned his head and bit Justin’s neck. Justin’s yelp was followed quickly by a moan. Brian sucked and bit at Justin’s neck until a satisfying mark was beginning to show and he was thrusting up uncontrollably into Brian.

Brian whispered, “Out of the water,” as he pulled back and swam over to the ladder, leaving Justin gasping for air and scrambling out of the pool.

Justin walked over to the lounge chair where he put his towel and was drying off when Brian threw his arms around him and pulled him back into his chest. Brian’s hard cock was resting against Justin’s ass, and he pressed back turning his head to kiss Brian. Brian returned the kiss and turned them around. Brian gently pushed Justin down on the lounge chair then lay down on top of Justin. Brian leaned in and captured Justin’s mouth in a long kiss. Justin slid his hands down Brian’s back and under his swim trunks. He thrusts up at the same time that Brian grinds down into Justin’s hip. Justin pushes Brian’s shorts down at the same time he pulls his own down.

Justin breaks the kiss and groans, “Unn…Fuck me!”

“Condoms?” Brian asked.

“Fuck,” Justin sighed, “They’re all inside.”

Brian starts to get up to go inside, but Justin tightens his grip on Brian’s ass and holds him down. “I’ve got a better plan”

Justin takes Brian’s cock in his hand and starts to jerk him off. Justin spreads Brian’s precome down his shaft, adding to the slickness. He takes his own cock in his hand and uses his hand and cock to jerk them both off. Brian thrusts down at the same pace Justin set, grasping Justin’s hip to steady them both and increase the friction. He leans down to suck on one of Justin’s nipples, causing Justin to arch up into Brian. Justin quickens the pace and before long they are shooting all over each other’s chests.

Brian collapses onto Justin, resting his head on Justin’s shoulder. Justin wraps his arms around Brian’s back and holds him close. After a few minutes their breathing has slowed and Brian stands up pulling him up.

“Come on, I know we have condoms in the shower.” Brian says swatting Justin’s ass and jogging naked towards the house. Justin picks up his discarded swimsuit and follows Brian into the house.

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action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:09:30 GMT
Title: Soaking Wet
Author: rainbow1907
Warnings: None, just lovely porny B/J Action.
A/N: Written for the Let’s Get Soaking Wet Challenge at rainbow1907. Sorry, there was no time to get it beta-ed, all mistakes are mine.

Soaking Wet

With a loud bang, Brian pulled the loft door shut.

“Now look at what you’ve done, Justin, we’re both soaking wet, and it’s all your fault! My favorite pair of Gucci loafers is ruined and this suit here won’t ever be the same again either.”

“I’m sorry that it’s raining, Brian, though I don’t see how you can blame me for the weather. And you know that I don’t do umbrellas…”

Justin tried very hard not to grin at his disgruntled lover.

“But if you want, I can make it up to you,” he suggested with a sly smile.

“You can do that, huh?” Brian raised one eyebrow in speculation. “Sure about that?”

“Uh-huh… I am. Very sure… Sir?”

“Then get to it, boy! Down on your knees,” Brian ordered. “And wipe that smirk off your face!”

“Yes, Sir.”

Justin was down on his knees in an instant, hastily opening Brian’s fly to pull out his dick. As Brian watched, Justin licked his lips and inhaled deeply, then curled his tongue around his lover’s dick to suck gently while his clever tongue rubbed insistently over the sensitive spot right under the head.

Brian hissed trying to stay in control or else this would be the fastest blowjob in history. Justin gently poked the tip of his tongue into the slit, moaning at the taste of Brian’s pre-cum. Then without further ado, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed him down whole.

God! Brian arched his back and ground his teeth so as not to scream out loud. With his lips forming a tight seal around Brian’s dick, Justin set a fast pace bobbing up and down, sucking furiously.

“Stop!”

Brian grabbed Justin’s head and pulled him off.

“Open!”

He aimed his dick at Justin’s mouth and came with a harsh groan, shooting messily all over the lower half of his lover’s face.

“Don’t swallow.”

Brian waited until Justin’s eyes met his own then he smiled at him, gently stroking his face and rubbing a spot of his cum into the smooth skin of his cheek.

“Good boy…. come here.”

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action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:07:13 GMT
Title: Planting Seed in Some Hole
Author: mander3_swish
Time Line: post-513
Word Count: 1,116
Warnings : …other than perhaps too much plot in this supposed PWP?
A/Ns: 1. This is a redux of a drabble I wrote last week 2. this is self-beta’d, so any concrit would be greatly appreciated! (thanks notreallyme11 for the quick once over!)

Brian’s POV

Holding me to my word that I liked to plant seed, or at least that was his excuse, Justin dragged me to every fucking garden center and greenhouse he could find. Since he had such an artistic eye, Justin wanted to find just the right flowers for his first ever garden at Britin.
Later, when we had FINALLY returned home…

The entire time I was helping prepare the garden soil, Justin was being sooo funny, cracking jokes about having his very own ‘ho’ (re: hoe) to help him in the garden –meaning me. Seriously, he had a hard enough time getting me to help… did he really think teasing me like that would win him any points? I’d eventually shot him enough death-glares that his mouth stayed shut as we worked –surprising, I know. It was hard work, but at least it was such good exercise I didn’t need to go to the gym later.

And then Justin stopped to take a break. I swear to god he did it on purpose, sensuously wiping the sweat from his face and from the back of his neck. His skin immediately beaded back up with sweat and it was so…luminescent… Fuck off, I’m an adman with an enormous vocabulary –get over it.

Anyway, I stopped what I was doing and just watched him. It seemed Sunshine needed some cooling off, so I grabbed the garden hose and quickly got him soaking wet.

He shrieked and looked pretty pissed at first, but then a big grin spread across his face. He began to provocatively peel the wet cloth of his t-shirt from his torso, pulling it over his head to reveal his toned, ivory skin. He discarded the shirt and then slid his hands down the aforementioned skin towards the waistband of his shorts. He oh-so-slowly popped open the button and slid the zipper down; he wiggled the shorts down past his hips and soon the shorts were no more. Oh, and did I mention, a certain someone wasn’t wearing any underwear…

His little striptease distracted me so thoroughly that I somehow failed to notice that Justin was now in possession of the sprayer end of the garden hose. I was soon soaking wet myself, thanks to one sneaky twink. I didn’t provide him with the same lengthy floor show and was undressed in record time.

We essentially lunged at each other then; wet flesh against wet flesh, mouths smashed together, and tongues feeling the hot breath of our desire. I reached both hands down to his ass to pull him closer, our cocks tightly pressed between our bodies. My right hand slid between his ass cheeks and I began to slowly circle a finger around his hole. Justin’s moans urged me on as I gently pressed my finger inside of him, and he threw his head back in pleasure. Leaving his neck exposed, I licked a path from his collarbone up towards his ear, leaving a glistening wet trail behind. The taste of his skin, which right then was a mix of sweat, water, and a hint of dirt, was such a fucking turn on.

“uuuh…fuck me, now…pleeease,” Justin begged as my finger managed to brush against his prostate.

I pulled him down onto the blanket that was still spread out from lunch. So what… yes, Brian Kinney was a willing participant in a picnic. I only ate the fruit salad, which was conveniently served on the delectable skin of Justin’s stomach. But I digress… the blanket provided a more comfortable location for our ‘seed planting’…as opposed to rolling around in the very muddy veggie patch.

Justin was down on all fours and I positioned myself behind him. I paused then for a moment, taking in the beautiful way the sunshine reflected off of the light sheen of moisture on his back. We were both already so wet and sweaty that I just slid my dick along his crack until it was all I could do to not just slip inside of him bare. I hastily grabbed a condom that was never far out of reach and put it on before I did something neither of us was ready for, yet. I slicked some lube at Justin’s hole and worked it inside of him until I could feel that his muscles were relaxed.

I slowly inched my dick inside of him, pausing whenever I felt Justin needed a moment to adjust. When he started pushing back, urging me deeper, I knew he was ready to take whatever I could give him. My hips began to pulse back and forth, and I varied my pace so that every drag of my dick across his prostate was a surprise jolt of pleasure. The noises he made when that happened only urged me on more.

My lips grazed the nape of his neck and I trailed a path of tender kisses between his shoulder blades. I reached around and grasped his cock, squeezing gently. Then I began to jerk him off. Two or three pulls was all it took to finish Justin off, and I had his come shooting all over my hand. He grasped my wrist and brought it towards his mouth so that he could lick my fingers clean.

My orgasm wasn’t far behind his; one more thrust and I was done. “Fuck,” I moaned, as I came. We collapsed onto the blanket and my whole body was draped over his, his head slightly to the side as I licked behind his ear.

Seconds later, Justin and I were being sprayed with water. “What the hell!!” we both shouted in unison. I craned my neck and saw that it was Lindsay at the other end of the sprayer. “Jesus Christ Lindz, ever hear of knocking?”

“Knock where, Brian? I’ve been ringing the bell at the front door for ages trying to get your attention, or did you forget that you promised Gus and Jenny they could come over for a swim today?”

Shit. “Not forget, just distracted. Anyway, why didn’t you call before you headed out here?” I grabbed a nearby towel and crawled off of Justin.

“I did, but again, no answer. You’re just lucky the kids are out front entertaining themselves and didn’t walk in on you two going at it like…like I don’t know what! You’re also very lucky I waited ‘til you were finished before I turned the hose on you!” She laughed at that and Justin was blushing like an idiot and giggling the whole time.

“Fine, well, go show Gus and Mel Jr. to the pool, and Justin and I will be with you all shortly, once we’ve had a chance to… freshen up…”

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action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:05:17 GMT
TITLE: Steam
AUTHOR: notreallyme10
A/N: Thanks to mander3_swish for the fast beta!

The steam is so thick that it’s hard to breath. Justin’s hand slips on the wet tile and when he moves to readjust, Brian’s cock hits him even deeper. He gasps and hot, wet air fills his lungs.

His vision is a little bit blurry and he isn’t sure if it’s from the steam or the way Brian has been relentlessly pounding into him for the last thirty minutes. His first orgasm was strong but as the second one approaches he knows it’s going to overwhelm him.

Brian’s hands move to his hips, pulling him back on each thrust forward.

The heat and the steam and Brian suddenly feel like too much. Like maybe Justin just might suffocate or pass out. He can feel his body starting to go limp, and Brian lets him slump against the wall of the shower without so much as a falter in his rhythm.

Everything narrows. All Justin can think about is breathing in and out. And Brian’s cock fucking him endlessly.

They come together this time. Brian makes that noise he makes when it’s so good it almost hurts, but he still manages to catch Justin before he crumples to the ground.

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action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:03:45 GMT
Title: Mediterranean Sunshine
Author: frantic_quest
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Post-513 Vacation Fic

“Shit, Brian! I can’t believe we’re finally here.” Justin walked slowly out onto the large terraced patio, spinning around to look back at the private villa he had just exited.
Brian emerged from the wide French doors, his admiring gaze taking in more than just the tropical scenery to encompass the very attractive blond boy ass presently heading toward the tranquil emerald sea a short distance from the patio steps.
“Did you ever see anything so beautiful?” Justin glanced eagerly back at his partner, beginning an impromptu strip tease as he reached the soft white sand, unable to wait to feel the fine, smooth grains between his toes.
“Well, I am kind of partial to what I see in the mirror,” Brian answered with a knowing smirk, “but this view will probably end up in my top three.”
“Oh really?” Justin laughed as he ran back to Brian, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to the gently pounding surf. “I agree that your mirror doesn’t lie, but what exactly ranks number two on your beauty meter?” He slid his naked body seductively against Brian’s, slipping his hands into the waistband of Brian’s pants and pulling his shirt loose.
“Get sand in my Prada loafers and it’ll come out of your ass, brat.” Brian warned, only half-joking as he eyed the offending matter scattered within inches of his feet.
“An evasion of the question? Some things never change.” Justin snorted loudly, but bent over to help Brian slide his shoes and socks off. This was a long anticipated, oft-delayed vacation, and there was no way he was going to let a dramatic label queen moment ruin even a second of it for them.
“There.” He soothed, pausing to gently stroke and pet Brian’s slender and quite attractively pedicured toes. “Doesn’t it feel better to be barefoot?” Justin spent a few more moments admiring Brian’s feet until he felt Brian’s fingers threading gently through his hair.
Pausing to press a kiss with just a hint of tongue on the top of Brian’s foot, Justin wrapped his arms around the back of Brian’s legs, stroking upwards until he reached Brian’s ass. He cupped the tight muscles still covered by Brian’s dress pants, and looked up into Brian’s face with a lust-filled smile.
“You are horribly overdressed, Mr. Kinney.” He nuzzled his face into Brian’s cloth-covered crotch, quickly reaching around with one hand to unbuckle Brian’s belt and pop open the fly. He grabbed the zipper with his teeth, pulling it down slowly while he watched Brian’s expression turn from mildly interested to completely horny.
“And since this is our private stretch of Mediterranean beach and surf, it’s time for you to get in touch with your inner naked native.” Justin pulled back long enough for Brian’s pants to slide like silk down his legs, hungrily licking his lips as Brian kicked the out-of-place article of clothing off to the side.
Justin leaned forward and palmed Brian’s cock in greeting, having only briefly encountered it in the first- class bathroom on the flight, and later, in the back seat of the ridiculously opulent and totally private limousine that delivered them to this secluded villa that Justin was sure he had seen on TV once as a child on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. It had been a long-and-winding road that had led them to this place in both of their lives, and there was no way he was going to waste a moment of their “reconnection” time together.
“Ah!” Brian let out a low moan as Justin played with the slick on the tip of his dick, quickly shrugging off his shirt and tie to expose his bronzed torso to the kiss of the Mediterranean sun.
“Mmm.”Justin answered, licking his way down the length of Brian’s cock, inhaling deeply as he pressed his nose into Brian’s familiar thatch of pubic hair, before moving his mouth lower, pulling Brian’s ball sac gently inside, sucking wetly until the saliva began to drip from around the seal made by his lips.
Justin was always sure to pay extra attention to that part of Brian’s anatomy, ever mindful that Brian still felt damaged and diminished by his missing ball. Just another small battle in the war to disprove every last one of Brian Kinney’s fucked up self-beliefs that Justin had been chipping away at since the night they’d met.
Justin felt Brian’s fingers tighten around the strands of his hair before relaxing slightly into the stroking and restless weaving that he favored when they had no audience watching. In private, Brian had learned the difference between fucking a nameless trick, and making love to the man who had taught him that lesson through their combined blood, sweat, and tears.
Justin moved up Brian’s torso, licking and nipping his way from Brian’s inner thigh to his abdomen, tongue-fucking his navel, before moving on to bite and lightly scratch at Brian’s nipples, knowing exactly how much pressure to use to draw grunts and groans of pleasure from Brian’s mouth.
He travelled quickly from shoulder to neck, catching Brian’s lips roughly in a kiss full of teeth and tongue, that left no room for breathing until Justin added two of his fingers into the mix, sliding them between both of their mouths, making sure they were dripping with spit before dropping back to his knees, pulling Brian’s hard and leaking cock as deeply into his throat as possible, and taking those two wet digits to push teasingly against Brian’s hole.
“Jesus Christ, Justin!” Brian cried out, as Justin slid his fingers into the tight heat, relentlessly searching for Brian’s prostate as he continued to bob his head back and forth, feeling like he was drawing energy from the seductive warmth of the Mediterranean sun and the powerful music of the surf pounding the beach just a few hundred feet away.
Brian was not unaffected by the view on the horizon and at his feet, and he barely managed to pull Justin off his cock before he shot his load, which a clever Justin quickly realized was aimed at his face, catching a few drops in his open mouth as well.
“You made a mess, Brian.” He whispered as he presented his come splattered face to his lover, who laughed softly as they shared the jizz together for a few moments before breaking apart so Brian could examine what remained of his handi-work.
“And I’m not done yet, Sunshine.” Brian spared a glance at Justin’s erection bobbing stiffly from between his legs, caressing it lightly enough to make Justin hiss from the too-soft touch on its achingly hard surface, before turning and leading Justin toward the shore line.
A brightly colored cabana had been placed just past the high tide line, and as they approached, Justin could see a tapestry covered chaise lounge roughly the size of a futon, with a bottle of sangria nestled beside it in a silver ice bucket.
Brian was watching Justin’s face, and saw the amusement flash briefly across his features. Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, and pushed Justin gently onto the cushion, following right on top, pinning Justin’s hands above his head, while he slowly claimed Justin’s lips with his.
“Did you think I was going to fuck you on the sand, with the waves crashing over us, like in From Here to Eternity, twat?” Brian raised his eyebrows teasingly as he prepared Justin’s hole with spit and slick, pausing to snap a condom on from a hidden stash Justin hadn’t even bothered to worry about. Raw fucking on the beach with no prior discussion was not the point they were at right now.
“Well, the thought had crossed my mind, “Justin panted, scratching his fingernails down Brian’s back as he impatiently wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist. “But, since it would probably be my ass on the sand getting grains embedded in every crack and crevice, I am quite happy to cast my romantic delusions aside to get fucked by you in this expensive as hell location.”
Brian shoved his tongue in Justin’s mouth, both to get a deeper taste of his boy, and to hopefully shut him the fuck up so Brian could concentrate on ramming his ass properly.
It worked out better than Brian had anticipated, and within a short while, they were finishing off the chilled bottle of sangria, a bowl of native fruits with whipped cream that was not likely getting anywhere near the fruit it was intended for, and, as an added bonus, he had a sun and sangria drunk blond in his arms, happily sucking on his neck.
They spent their afternoon splashing and swimming in the warm Mediterranean water, thoughts of clients and commissioned works, meddlesome yet well-meaning friends and family, fading away until it was easy to believe as the sun set in a fiery glow over the ocean, that they had finally found their perfect world.
They made an offer on the villa before the sun set the next day.

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action.bj@gmail.com — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 00:00:33 GMT
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

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action.bj@gmail.com — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 23:55:14 GMT
Title: Can I take a shower?
Author: guavejuice
Beta: mander3_swish
Challenge: “Let’s get soaking wet!”
Timeline: 5 yrs post 513
Warnings: unprotected sex

Justin feels Brian's warm breath on his neck as he leads him to their new bathroom. The tiles are shiny and new and the state of the art fixtures are in their place. The huge mirror reflects their naked bodies.

"We just christened our new kitchen table yesterday, so I thought we should give this a try," Brian smirks, and waves his hand towards the shower.

It is similar to the one Brian had at the loft, only bigger. It could have hosted a whole orgy, if they were so inclined.

Justin sighs as he feels Brian's throbbing dick pressing against him. He tilts his head back so the warm water can wash over him and relax his muscles. His body receives a jolt of pleasure as Brian's long, lean fingers trail down his crack.

"Guhhh… now, Briaan," Justin moans like a cat in heat, and then pauses.

"Wait, don't tell me," Brian snickers, reaching for the lube, "It's that time of the month again?”

"It's empty,” Justin continues.

“Look again." Brian grabs his own full dick and directs it towards Justin's hole.

"I meant that…" Justin mumbles, his stomach pressed to the shower tiles and his butt cheeks spread wide open.

"Got a problem with that, kid?" Brian replies playfully. He knows the twat noticed that there are no condoms in the little compartment right under the state of the art shower head.

Justin didn't answer. He just shakes his blond, damp hair, as Brian's wet, hot dick pushes inside of him, pressing deeper and deeper until a spray of white hot cum splashes all over the slate shower tiles.

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action.bj@gmail.com — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 23:52:50 GMT
Title: The Man Of My Dreams
Author: techgirl
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you later2nite for the beta! Late S1.

Justin woke up when Brian's arm hit him in the chest. He moved away and was about to fall back to sleep when he heard Brian moaning softly. Turning his head towards him, Justin smiled when Brian kicked off the covers.

Brian's dick was lying hard against his stomach.

Brian groaned loudly when he took a firm grip around his own cock and started to jerk off. His other hand roamed over his chest and he writhed when he pinched his nipple.

Justin couldn't look away. The only thing hotter than having a wet dream was watching Brian have one.

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Justin wondered what Brian was dreaming about; probably fucking five strange men on the same night, or maybe having an orgy at the loft.

Brian, now semi-conscious, reached out his arm to search for Justin's body on the other side of the bed.

"Justin…" Brian grabbed a handful of Justin's hair and pulled him close.

Justin sighed happily when Brian pushed his head down to his chest.

Brian came on his hand, stomach, and all over Justin's face. He smiled when he looked down and saw a still sleepy Justin lapping cum from his chest while purring like a cat.

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Brian's hand found Justin's crotch.

"You are soaking wet." Brian licked slowly at the cum on Justin's face.

"Want to help me with that?"

Brian took off Justin's underwear and moaned when he saw the pre-cum oozing out of Justin's cock. He moved down the bed and let his tongue run around the head before taking the whole length of Justin's hard cock into his mouth. His finger brushed over Justin's hole as Justin shot his load down Brian's throat.

"Brian, what did you dream?"

Brian smiled and licked his cum wet lips.

"I dreamt about our first night together."