xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2008-05-17 01:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge in two parts |
Graphic Number 15: "Love by Definition"
Title: Love by Definition
Author: testdog65
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: NC-17
Author's notes: Thank you to the artist for providing the beautiful graphic, and thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
Graphic: #15 by badbapixie
"Mom. Mom, I said I'm going to be there. Yes, I'm sure. Tomorrow. No, I'll tell him. I love you, too. Bye."
Justin pushed the end call button on his phone, took a deep breath and then turned it off altogether before tossing it back on the cluttered surface of his worktable. He still held the wet paintbrush in his right hand, and he stared at it for a moment, almost surprised to see it there. But then his eyes fell on the canvas in front of him, and he reached forward instinctively to finish blending the dark blue into the section he'd been working on before his phone rang.
He shivered as he felt a draft of cold air seep through the window that never seemed to close all the way.
*****
Justin watched as the grimy Pittsburgh skyline slid by outside the window of his cab. It was colder here than in New York, and he was grateful that the driver had the heater blasting. He crossed his arms more tightly around himself and waited to feel the warmth.
Fuller Street was quiet and the glow from the streetlights made small pools of light at regular intervals. Justin found the symmetry comforting in its predictability, but couldn't help imagining the slightly off-kilter effect that must occur when one of the lights burned out.
Justin jumped as the driver harshly announced that they had arrived, and he regretted having to unfold his arms in order to dig out his wallet and pay the fare. Minutes later, he stood alone on the sidewalk under one of the pools of light and glanced up to the top floor of the building. But the brightness directly above him made it impossible for him to see anything beyond its harsh edge. He stooped to collect his bag and then made his way deliberately up the steps and inside.
*****
Justin slid the loft door shut, its familiar rumble drowning out the tangle of thoughts in his head. Once it came to a stop, he rested his forehead against the cool metal, letting the altered silence settle in around him.
"Hey. You just going to stand there all night or did you want to actually come in and take your coat off?" Justin let himself smile at the sound of Brian's voice as he dropped his bag and finally turned around.
Brian was sitting in front of the computer, the glow from the monitor and a lone desk lamp creating a small island of light in the evening darkness. Justin took off his coat, reluctant to let go of the warmth. He hesitated only for a second before walking over the expanse of hardwood, watching as Brian rose to meet him halfway across the distance.
Justin's mouth was on Brian's and his hands were grabbing at Brian's shoulders before either of them had stopped moving. And then Justin was pulling both of them towards the steps, still kissing and almost tripping in his haste to reach the bed and remove the layer of clothing separating them. He was suddenly desperate to feel Brian against him, on him, in him as they fell to the mattress in a jumble of grasping hands and tangled limbs.
They were breathing hard against each other, and Justin answered the question that Brian didn't ask with another unrelenting kiss as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs. He was oblivious now to anything other than the warm weight of Brian's body on his as he arched up and rubbed himself against hard muscle and damp skin. And then he was gasping at the feel of cool slickness against his hole followed by fingers sliding inside.
"Now," Justin breathed against Brian's lips as he pushed the fingers away. "Now, now, now." And he would have kept repeating it, but Brian's tongue was in his mouth, and the hard press of Brian's cock was against his entrance, and there weren't any words left as he felt the tight fullness finally overtake him.
Justin pushed into the penetration, using his hands and his thighs to draw Brian all the way inside. And then he was grinding up further, wanting everything deeper and harder and more. He could feel warm breath against the side of his face and fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly in cadence with the push and pull of hips. Justin dropped his legs to the bed and used the added leverage to thrust against Brian's rhythm, pushing the pace and groaning as he felt Brian slide in even further, move even faster.
Justin let the fuck take over everything as he stopped existing outside of this moment and this need. Until finally there wasn’t anything else left of him but burning fullness, hard cock and Brian. And as he felt his orgasm descend over him, the very last piece of the world beyond fractured and broke, ceasing to matter as anything more than a distant, hazy shadow of memory.
*****
"So, do you want to tell me why you're here, or should I just assume that you missed my cock?"
Justin sighed before turning to Brian, a small, forced smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Could we just go with that?"
"We could." Brian turned his head on the pillow, stared and waited. Justin let the silence draw out like a half-formed thought as he tried to make sense of the murky shadows that played against the ceiling.
"My dad died."
Brian curled his lips in and didn’t say anything for a minute. Finally he reached out and ran his hand through Justin's hair.
"It's longer than the last time you were here."
Justin turned his head into Brian's touch and closed his eyes. And then he felt the warmth as Brian slid his arms around him and pulled him close.