testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-04-14 17:06:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Cliffwalking
Written By: sdrichey
Timeline: 220
Rating: R+
What if: Justin didn’t allow himself to be pushed off a cliff in 220.
Summary: An alternate ending to 220
Author's Notes: Thanks to my awesome indwelling beta, tightendboy6829
I thought I was past it. And I am mostly. But when I stood next to that traitorous “best friend” of Brian’s to watch the reenactment of the bashing, I felt numb and empty. It was an all too familiar feeling, and up until recently Brian could fill me up and make me feel just by putting his dick up my ass. But with all that’s happened lately, I haven’t felt comfortable asking for it from him. And as much as I like Ethan, he could never fuck me better like Brian.
With Brian standing behind us, occasionally brushing his thigh against my ass when he was jostled from behind, I could tell he was having his own reaction to our little drama. And if there’s one thing I learned from Brian, it’s that a little drinking, a few designer drugs and a lot of fucking makes for remarkably effective pain management.
After a few Ragetinis and sneaking a tab of E from Emmett I was feeling no pain. As I wandered through the noisy crowd, I came across Mel and Linds, dancing clumsily with their arms draped over each other. They insisted that Brian was looking for me, and even though I knew better than to believe them, or at least to believe that he would express himself like that to the girls, I was high enough to follow my heart and my cock to search for him.
After a quick look around the dance floor, the bar, upstairs on the catwalk, and even in the bathroom, I finally admitted to myself what I had known all along; I would find Brian in the backroom. After all, that was his kingdom and he still ruled supreme.
“Congratulations, Justin,” Todd called to me as I entered the dark, musky-smelling room. He hardly missed a beat as he pushed back on the dark, energetic young man that was vigorously plowing him. Although I could take it up the ass with the best of them, I was definitely going to have to ask Todd sometime about the secrets of his bottom-boy stamina.
“Thanks, Todd,” I replied, flashing my smile at him. “Have you seen him?”
“Follow the crowd,” he answered, nodding his head in the direction of a small group of men, gathered around the obvious center of attention. “He’s in rare form tonight.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, taking a deep breath and steeling myself, determined not to embarrass anyone by acting out my former role as the stalker of the Stud of Liberty Avenue.
As I approached the crowd, it parted enough to let me into the circle of hot, sweaty bodies, sucking and fucking and jerking off with the main attraction as voyeuristic stimulation. Brian, still wearing his Rage mask, was thrusting mercilessly into his costumed alter ego, who had lowered his skin tight suit just enough to allow access to his ass. I felt my heart squeeze a little, but I had learned enough from Brian that I thought I could hide my feelings well.
Brian caught my eye as I made my way to the wall opposite him, strategically positioned so that we would have a perfect view of each other. I felt several of the men around me reaching out to take a brief stroke of my ass or cock as I passed by. I ignored them and allowed the heat of Brian in full fuck mode to wash over me.
As I stared at the beauty of the two men in front of me, I was drawn to the haunted but feral look in Brian’s eyes. Just that look could make me as hard as a steel rod. Never breaking eye contact, I lowered my fly slowly, and pulled out my engorged dick. I used the drops of moisture at the tip as my only lubrication, and began stroking myself in the exact rhythm of Brian’s snapping hips. Brian’s tore his gaze from my eyes to latch on the sight of my hand stroking and squeezing my cock. He licked his lips almost automatically and his jaw became slack, allowing his tongue to protrude just enough to tease. The men around us groaned appreciatively.
A tall, dark, and handsome stranger, probably new to the scene, dropped to his knees in front of me, temporarily drawing my eyes away from the seductive irony being acted out in front of me. The deep brown eyes looked up, silently seeking my permission to pleasure me. I smiled and nodded to him, jutting my hips forward just a bit to allow him to take me completely into the back of his warm and wet throat. As his lips and tongue worked me with an impressive finesse, I let my head fall back against the wall and allowed my gaze to once again meet Brian’s.
Just then Rage the impostor looked up, catching the scene we were making in front of him. Even behind his mask, I could see his eyes fixating on my dick sliding in and out of my new friend’s mouth. He reached down and grabbed his own dripping cock, jerking on it awkwardly as he was being pummeled from behind. I could sense that Brian was speeding up his pace and deepening his stroke, clearly reminding his trick who was running this show.
As Brian’s eyes locked onto mine again, I sensed an urgency and desperation in them. As he saw me coming closer and closer to my climax, I grabbed the long curly hair of the talented man on his knees in front of me and fucked his mouth furiously. It was almost as if our sexual frenzy was feeding each other, challenging the other to give in to his release. At that moment, try though I might, I couldn’t pry my eyes from Brian’s. The words he could never say to me were all there, spilling out into me just as surely as if he was fucking me raw.
Just before he came, Brian swatted the mask away from his face, revealing all of the pent up feelings behind it. Although he usually closed his eyes and arched his back when he came, Brian forced himself to keep looking at me, as his release overwhelmed the walls that had been recently reinforced around his heart. At that moment, just as my juices were filling my trick’s mouth, I saw everything that I had been missing for the last few weeks. Suddenly the confusion and resentment that I had been feeling were overshadowed by the desperation and sadness on Brian’s face.
The man on his knees in front of me licked me clean and politely tucked my half-erect penis back into my slacks. He rose up to kiss me and probably say thanks, but something in the look on my face must have deterred him. Able to read the writing on the wall, he reached up and stroked my cheek gently, turned and disappeared further into the depths of the backroom.
I took a quick glance back over at Brian, and I was aware that despite pulling out of his trick, removing and tying off his condom, and replacing his cock back in his pants, he never took his eyes from me. Peripherally, I could see that the Rage actor was cleaning himself up, but it was apparent that he knew his role in this little scene without any further direction. I’ve never seen him since.
I don’t know if it was the heat, or the sweat, the drugs or the intensity of my orgasm, but I suddenly realized that I just had to get out of there. I grazed Brian’s shoulder as I passed him, and he grabbed my arm briefly, attempting to hold me in place. But he must have been able to see my desperation, because he reluctantly let go, and I left there as fast as I could without seeming to be escaping from something. I was, of course, but no one needed to know that.
As I reentered the main room of Babylon and headed for the door, I suddenly saw Ethan come through it, walking under the crotch of the enormous cardboard image of Rage. I stopped short when I saw that he was obviously looking for me, but his eyes found me nonetheless. As we stared at each other, neither one moving, I felt the warmth of Brian’s presence coming up behind me. I could see Ethan divert his gaze from me to Brian, and it was as if he was sizing up the situation. Finally, a look of resignation came over him, and he gave me one more wistful look before turning and walking back out the door.
“You were hot back there, Sunshine,” Brian growled into my ear, causing me to shiver with emotion. If he was trying to distract me, it worked.
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see Rage fucking himself,” I retorted. “If you wanted to give me a visual to jack off to when I’m home alone at night, you succeeded.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was really trying to do,” Brian huffed back. “I know how much of a little voyeur you are.”
“I didn’t see you covering your eyes yourself,” I quipped, suddenly feeling a little lighter by the return of our usual banter. “By the way, that young man on the floor in front of me was a natural born cocksucker.”
“Well, it takes one to know one,” Brian replied, finally allowing his characteristic smirk to return and his tongue to drift back into my favorite spot in his cheek.
“Why Mr. Kinney,” I teased. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Yeah, well, keep it to yourself,” he muttered, slapping me teasingly on the ass.
Just when I thought that this could turn out to be a reasonably fun party, Michael had to find us in the crowd.
“Justin, your little boyfriend was here looking for you,” he whined in his most annoying voice. “I’m sure he wanted to rescue you from the thumpa-thumpa and whisk you off to the land of violin music and the artsy crowd.”
“I don’t do boyfriends,” I replied, turning around slightly to flash Brian a smile. “A wise man taught me that a long time ago.”
“Mikey, why don’t you go find your professor and let us immature club boys have some fun on the dance floor?” Brian kissed Michael briefly on the cheek and pulled me behind him, heading for the bar.
“But Brian, are you just going to forget about Justin fucking around with the fiddler?”
“We both fuck around Mikey,” Brian said offhandedly. “It’s what gives us our charm. Let’s go give ‘em something to look at, Sunshine.”
As Brian draped his arms over my shoulders and put his forehead to mine while we swayed to the music, I felt this lump that I have had in the pit of my stomach for the last few weeks slowly dissolve.