NEW ZEALAND
Title: New Zealand
Written By: ahaw9913
Timeline: Post 513
Author's Notes: Thank you, suze_y! Just a little PwP.



Practically every muscle in Brian’s body was visible as he stretched lazily on the double beach lounger. “You know, Sunshine, some days I question whether you really are a genius.”

“Oh, really?” Justin’s head lolled to the side so he was looking at Brian. It didn’t matter that he had seen, touched, tongued every inch of that body countless times over the years; he was drawn every time Brian moved. He watched Brian relax back down on the cushion, and couldn’t help tracing with lazy fingers a bead of sweat sliding slowly down Brian’s hip. Brian’s eyes blinked closed as he shifted under Justin’s touch. “However, today is not one of those days.”

“So, you like New Zealand after all?” The smugness in Justin’s voice was mirrored in his smile. “I was sure you would.” Justin’s fingers found the spot over Brian’s hipbone that felt like silk and, when stroked, always made Brian’s dick start to harden. Justin resisted touching that now-hardening flesh, continuing to tease, grazing Brian’s taut abs. “Good thing I ignored you and booked this resort.”

“Normally I don’t like to be ignored, but in this case, you may have been right.”

“What? Has the sun softened your brain? Did you just admit that you were wrong?”

“I didn’t say that.” Despite Brian’s mock-offended tone and closed eyes, Justin knew he had his attention. He could feel an almost electric change in the air as Brian’s body started shifting from lazy to alert.

Brian continued. “I said you were right. There’s a difference. Besides, who the fuck knew that New Zealand had isolated resorts, with private beaches where we could fuck our brains out and be waited on like kings. I’m going to kick someone’s ass in the marketing department for not, at least, exploring New Zealand for potential business before now. It’s not just a big jungle island. Three days on the beach and I haven’t seen a piano yet.”

“Huh?” Justin realized he was starting to lose focus on the conversation, and didn’t really give a shit, but a piano? He twisted, leaning up and over Brian, and ran his fingertips lightly up the inside of Brian’s thigh, determined to have his complete attention.

The sun continued to soak them, and that, combined with the increase in their internal temperatures, made the scent of hot, horny Brian almost overwhelming. Justin loved that scent, could never get enough of it. It made his mouth water and made him need to taste.

“The Piano. It’s a movie about a chick and a piano...won best picture...oh, yeah, and it had a dick shot of Harvey Keitel,” Brian explained, voice a little strained, still pretending that he wasn’t three seconds from shoving some part of his body into some part of Justin’s body.

“Harvey Keitel? Really?” Justin grimaced. “Brian...I’d rather you were thinking about our dicks.” Justin decided it was time to end this stupid conversation and game, and get down to something they’d both enjoy a lot more. He gave in to the impulse to taste, and ran his tongue over the lightly furred belly, savoring sweat-flavored Brian, and up his chest to taste sensitive nipples. He licked and nipped as Brian writhed.

“Hmm, like I said, Sunshine...” Unable to restrain himself any longer, Brian reached over, grabbed Justin’s still-teasing fingers and wrapped them tight around his now completely hard dick, and stroked it once with both their hands. Justin lifted his head and he gasped at the feel of the hot flesh on his palm. Brian arched up, gave two firm strokes, ending with a squeeze to the head of his cock. Precome bubbled from the slit, glistening in the sun. Releasing Justin’s hand, Brian ran one of his own fingers over the sticky fluid, and painted Justin’s parted lips, tracing back and forth as they became shiny and slick. As he leaned up to erase that shine, Brian murmured, “A genius.”