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I TOLD YOU
Justin pulled the door closed behind him, and it echoed loudly. He hadn’t gotten used to the loft being so empty yet.
He glanced at Brian who was currently lying on his back his eyes closed, a soft haze of smoke around his head. Justin inhaled deeply. Brian was stoned.
He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the floor next to Brian, opening several of the containers Debbie had sent home with him.
Brian turned his head a little, looking up at Justin through his lashes. “What the fuck is that?”
“Dinner.”
“We don’t fucking need her charity.”
“This isn’t charity, it’s food. I’m hungry and it was too busy to take a break tonight.”
“Right.” Brian plucked a french fry out of the box and dipped it in the ketchup Justin was squeezing onto them.
Brian took the other half of the sandwich Justin was eating and took a bite before letting his head flop back against the floor and taking another long toke from the joint. “Deb and her fucking good deeds.”
“It’s not a good deed, it’s a sandwich. And it’s a damn good thing she sent so much,” Justin added as Brian rolled fully onto his side, put the roach out in the ashtray and opened a bag of potato chips that were sitting on an unopened container. “You apparently have the munchies.”
Brian put several chips in his mouth at once and then opened the last Styrofoam package. “I do not.”
“You do, but it’s okay. You’ll work it off soon.”
“I will?” Brian raised an eyebrow.
Justin nodded and swallowed the last of his half of the sandwich. “Yeah, when you fuck me.”
“Who says I’m going to fuck you?”
Justin was proud of himself for not rolling his eyes. “I’ve seen you this stoned before; it always makes you horny.”
Brian shook his head. “Me being this stoned makes you horny.”
“I’m nineteen; I don’t need a reason to be horny.”
“And yet…” Brian took a bite out of one of the lemon bars, and Justin realized that Brian might be more stoned than he’d first assumed.
“Have you been just lying here all day getting wasted?”
Brian shook his head and then reached backwards 'til he found the canister. He rolled another joint and lit it. “I jerked off a couple of times, too.”
“Christ.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You didn’t say my name?”
“You want me to call your name when I’m jerking off?”
“Are you saying you don’t think about me?”
“I can have you anytime I want. Why would I put you in my fantasies?”
“Why indeed?”
Brian took another long inhale and offered Justin a hit. He shook his head. And then pushed Brian back onto the floor. “I’m done eating.”
“Are you?”
“For the moment.”
“Okay.”
Justin took the joint and put it out carefully, straddling Brian’s hips, his ass grinding down on Brian’s cock while he pulled slowly at the buttons on his fly. The first one had handily been undone when he started.
“What are you doing?”
Justin leaned forward and kissed Brian. “Are you really too stoned to know?”
Brian pulled Justin closer, kissing him again. Then his hands moved to his pockets, pulling out condoms and lube and tossing them a little to the side. Justin lifted his ass and pulled Brian’s jeans below his hips. He moved over Brian’s body, and Brian groaned, clearly frustrated that Justin was still wearing pants.
Brian's hands moved towards Justin’s fly, his movements a little slow but determined and directed. He pulled at the zipper slowly. Justin tried to speed things up but Brian was clearly not in the mood for speed. Each click of the zipper made Justin harder. Brian looked up at him smiling. “Welcome home, by the way.”
“Oh yeah, um, hi.”
“Pleasantries out of the way?”
“Yes, now can we get my jeans out of the way?”
Brian pressed up against Justin’s ass and this time it was Justin’s frustration that flared. Brian, naked, beneath him, and what was keeping them apart? Denim. He hated denim at that moment. Cursed its very existence.
Brian’s hands pulled Justin's fly completely open, stroking Justin through his underwear. Justin’s hands moved from Brian’s chest to his own waistband, sliding both the briefs and his jeans down over his hips. As he lifted up, trying to remove them completely, Brian’s body arched with his, preventing it. Justin growled in frustration and stood up.
Brian watched him, and Justin smiled. He looked down and then over at Brian through his lashes and then turned his back to him, letting his ass shake a little more than completely necessary. He heard Brian grunt and bent over to retrieve the supplies Brian had scattered. He turned and smiled. Brian pulled his shirt over his head. Justin straddled Brian’s thighs and took his own shirt off.
Brian’s hand reached for the condom packet, but Justin’s reflexes were faster at the moment and he snatched them away from him. He leaned forward then and whispered in Brian’s ear. “Just lie back and enjoy.”
Brian watched as Justin coated his palm with lube, and then his eyes fluttered closed. Justin turned his attention to Brian’s cock, coating it with lube and rolling the condom over it as slowly as Brian had unzipped his jeans.
Brian’s hips were pushing up into Justin’s hand, but still in a somewhat languid way. Justin continued to match Brian’s pace, sliding forward over his body until he was hovering on his knees over Brian’s chest.
He took Brian’s hand in his and drizzled the remaining lube over two of his fingers. Brian smiled a little loopily as he pulled Justin forward and pushed two wet digits into him quickly. Justin gasped. Brian’s smile didn’t wane. His eyes half lidded, he stroked Justin’s cock with his free hand while Justin pushed back on his fingers.
“Ride me.”
Justin nodded. Biting his lip, beyond words, he slid back, impaling himself on Brian’s cock, letting his head fall back in pleasure as the familiar stretch and burn made his body shudder.
Brian sat up and Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck, using his shoulders for leverage as he raised himself up and then slammed back down. The sounds of their bodies connecting echoed through the empty loft.
Justin kept moving. Brian’s arms wrapped loosely around his waist, letting Justin do all the work. Justin bit his lip. He was close. Brian pushed up into him, hitting his prostate and making him gasp and grind down harder, wanting more.
Brian’s arms tightened around Justin’s waist and they moved together. When Brian pulled Justin’s head down for a kiss, he breathed into Brian’s mouth, letting his tongue plunder it in the same rhythm that he was using to ride Brian. Then he pulled away, leaning back and bracing his hands behind him on Brian’s thighs.
Brian bent his knees and fell back against the floor, his hands flat against the hard wood, his back arched, his hair wet and tangled on his forehead. Justin stroked his own cock while he continued to ride Brian, watching, mesmerized, as Brian’s stomach muscles flexed and contracted under his skin.
Justin’s eyes traveled up Brian’s body, stopping to stare at Brian’s throat – open, exposed, beautiful. He pushed himself off of Brian’s thighs and fell forward, catching himself just before they crashed together. He let his teeth scrape Brian’s Adam’s apple before he licked a long line from his shoulder up to his mouth. Justin pressed his tongue inside, and Brian’s arms wrapped around his waist, moving with him as he slid up and down over Brian’s cock.
When he came, Brian’s body was tensed with its own orgasm. Justin collapsed on top of him. Brian didn’t stop. He rolled them both over, still hard and moving inside him. Justin let out a long breath as his body shuddered with post-orgasmic sensitivity.
They continued to fuck, faster this time. Brian pulled out, moving Justin’s legs to his shoulders. Fucking Justin with fast long strokes, burying himself as deeply as possible.
Justin moaned Brian’s name. Brian still didn’t stop. He folded Justin in half and kissed him, groaning Justin’s name into his mouth.
Justin’s hands dug into Brian’s back, holding him close, pulling him even deeper. Brian came again, and Justin’s own orgasm followed almost immediately. Both of them were sweaty and breathing hard, their chests seemed fused together. Justin could feel Brian’s heartbeat thumping through his own body.
When Brian pulled out of him, his hands were still running through Justin’s hair. Justin rolled to his side a little, resting his head on Brian’s chest. “Told you that you said my name.”
Brian kissed the top of Justin’s head and reached for the discarded joint, lighting it with his free hand and exhaling smoke. “Did Debbie send any of that turkey meatloaf?”
Justin smiled and closed his eyes.
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: I Told You
Written By:
Timeline: Post 314 pre 401
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: If you’re offended by pretty boys having sex you really shouldn’t read this.
Summary: See Warnings
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta Xie
Inspired By Icon:
Justin pulled the door closed behind him, and it echoed loudly. He hadn’t gotten used to the loft being so empty yet.
He glanced at Brian who was currently lying on his back his eyes closed, a soft haze of smoke around his head. Justin inhaled deeply. Brian was stoned.
He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the floor next to Brian, opening several of the containers Debbie had sent home with him.
Brian turned his head a little, looking up at Justin through his lashes. “What the fuck is that?”
“Dinner.”
“We don’t fucking need her charity.”
“This isn’t charity, it’s food. I’m hungry and it was too busy to take a break tonight.”
“Right.” Brian plucked a french fry out of the box and dipped it in the ketchup Justin was squeezing onto them.
Brian took the other half of the sandwich Justin was eating and took a bite before letting his head flop back against the floor and taking another long toke from the joint. “Deb and her fucking good deeds.”
“It’s not a good deed, it’s a sandwich. And it’s a damn good thing she sent so much,” Justin added as Brian rolled fully onto his side, put the roach out in the ashtray and opened a bag of potato chips that were sitting on an unopened container. “You apparently have the munchies.”
Brian put several chips in his mouth at once and then opened the last Styrofoam package. “I do not.”
“You do, but it’s okay. You’ll work it off soon.”
“I will?” Brian raised an eyebrow.
Justin nodded and swallowed the last of his half of the sandwich. “Yeah, when you fuck me.”
“Who says I’m going to fuck you?”
Justin was proud of himself for not rolling his eyes. “I’ve seen you this stoned before; it always makes you horny.”
Brian shook his head. “Me being this stoned makes you horny.”
“I’m nineteen; I don’t need a reason to be horny.”
“And yet…” Brian took a bite out of one of the lemon bars, and Justin realized that Brian might be more stoned than he’d first assumed.
“Have you been just lying here all day getting wasted?”
Brian shook his head and then reached backwards 'til he found the canister. He rolled another joint and lit it. “I jerked off a couple of times, too.”
“Christ.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You didn’t say my name?”
“You want me to call your name when I’m jerking off?”
“Are you saying you don’t think about me?”
“I can have you anytime I want. Why would I put you in my fantasies?”
“Why indeed?”
Brian took another long inhale and offered Justin a hit. He shook his head. And then pushed Brian back onto the floor. “I’m done eating.”
“Are you?”
“For the moment.”
“Okay.”
Justin took the joint and put it out carefully, straddling Brian’s hips, his ass grinding down on Brian’s cock while he pulled slowly at the buttons on his fly. The first one had handily been undone when he started.
“What are you doing?”
Justin leaned forward and kissed Brian. “Are you really too stoned to know?”
Brian pulled Justin closer, kissing him again. Then his hands moved to his pockets, pulling out condoms and lube and tossing them a little to the side. Justin lifted his ass and pulled Brian’s jeans below his hips. He moved over Brian’s body, and Brian groaned, clearly frustrated that Justin was still wearing pants.
Brian's hands moved towards Justin’s fly, his movements a little slow but determined and directed. He pulled at the zipper slowly. Justin tried to speed things up but Brian was clearly not in the mood for speed. Each click of the zipper made Justin harder. Brian looked up at him smiling. “Welcome home, by the way.”
“Oh yeah, um, hi.”
“Pleasantries out of the way?”
“Yes, now can we get my jeans out of the way?”
Brian pressed up against Justin’s ass and this time it was Justin’s frustration that flared. Brian, naked, beneath him, and what was keeping them apart? Denim. He hated denim at that moment. Cursed its very existence.
Brian’s hands pulled Justin's fly completely open, stroking Justin through his underwear. Justin’s hands moved from Brian’s chest to his own waistband, sliding both the briefs and his jeans down over his hips. As he lifted up, trying to remove them completely, Brian’s body arched with his, preventing it. Justin growled in frustration and stood up.
Brian watched him, and Justin smiled. He looked down and then over at Brian through his lashes and then turned his back to him, letting his ass shake a little more than completely necessary. He heard Brian grunt and bent over to retrieve the supplies Brian had scattered. He turned and smiled. Brian pulled his shirt over his head. Justin straddled Brian’s thighs and took his own shirt off.
Brian’s hand reached for the condom packet, but Justin’s reflexes were faster at the moment and he snatched them away from him. He leaned forward then and whispered in Brian’s ear. “Just lie back and enjoy.”
Brian watched as Justin coated his palm with lube, and then his eyes fluttered closed. Justin turned his attention to Brian’s cock, coating it with lube and rolling the condom over it as slowly as Brian had unzipped his jeans.
Brian’s hips were pushing up into Justin’s hand, but still in a somewhat languid way. Justin continued to match Brian’s pace, sliding forward over his body until he was hovering on his knees over Brian’s chest.
He took Brian’s hand in his and drizzled the remaining lube over two of his fingers. Brian smiled a little loopily as he pulled Justin forward and pushed two wet digits into him quickly. Justin gasped. Brian’s smile didn’t wane. His eyes half lidded, he stroked Justin’s cock with his free hand while Justin pushed back on his fingers.
“Ride me.”
Justin nodded. Biting his lip, beyond words, he slid back, impaling himself on Brian’s cock, letting his head fall back in pleasure as the familiar stretch and burn made his body shudder.
Brian sat up and Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck, using his shoulders for leverage as he raised himself up and then slammed back down. The sounds of their bodies connecting echoed through the empty loft.
Justin kept moving. Brian’s arms wrapped loosely around his waist, letting Justin do all the work. Justin bit his lip. He was close. Brian pushed up into him, hitting his prostate and making him gasp and grind down harder, wanting more.
Brian’s arms tightened around Justin’s waist and they moved together. When Brian pulled Justin’s head down for a kiss, he breathed into Brian’s mouth, letting his tongue plunder it in the same rhythm that he was using to ride Brian. Then he pulled away, leaning back and bracing his hands behind him on Brian’s thighs.
Brian bent his knees and fell back against the floor, his hands flat against the hard wood, his back arched, his hair wet and tangled on his forehead. Justin stroked his own cock while he continued to ride Brian, watching, mesmerized, as Brian’s stomach muscles flexed and contracted under his skin.
Justin’s eyes traveled up Brian’s body, stopping to stare at Brian’s throat – open, exposed, beautiful. He pushed himself off of Brian’s thighs and fell forward, catching himself just before they crashed together. He let his teeth scrape Brian’s Adam’s apple before he licked a long line from his shoulder up to his mouth. Justin pressed his tongue inside, and Brian’s arms wrapped around his waist, moving with him as he slid up and down over Brian’s cock.
When he came, Brian’s body was tensed with its own orgasm. Justin collapsed on top of him. Brian didn’t stop. He rolled them both over, still hard and moving inside him. Justin let out a long breath as his body shuddered with post-orgasmic sensitivity.
They continued to fuck, faster this time. Brian pulled out, moving Justin’s legs to his shoulders. Fucking Justin with fast long strokes, burying himself as deeply as possible.
Justin moaned Brian’s name. Brian still didn’t stop. He folded Justin in half and kissed him, groaning Justin’s name into his mouth.
Justin’s hands dug into Brian’s back, holding him close, pulling him even deeper. Brian came again, and Justin’s own orgasm followed almost immediately. Both of them were sweaty and breathing hard, their chests seemed fused together. Justin could feel Brian’s heartbeat thumping through his own body.
When Brian pulled out of him, his hands were still running through Justin’s hair. Justin rolled to his side a little, resting his head on Brian’s chest. “Told you that you said my name.”
Brian kissed the top of Justin’s head and reached for the discarded joint, lighting it with his free hand and exhaling smoke. “Did Debbie send any of that turkey meatloaf?”
Justin smiled and closed his eyes.
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