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HE CALLED.

“Justin?”

“Hey.”

“Hey.” A genuine smile appeared on Brian’s lips.

“What are you doing?” Justin asked from the other line.

“Contemplating on whether I should eat the pizza I ordered.”

“Oh. Chinese.” Justin replied, referring to his dinner. Brian imagined Justin’s full lips pouting as he mentioned food.

“Are you watching ‘Dirty Dancing’?” There was a slight laugh in Justin’s voice. Brian forgot to turn the TV’s volume down.

“They cancelled ‘Gays as Blazes’ remember?” Brian remarked sarcastically.

“And there is nothing else to watch,” Justin said.

“Nothing at all,” Brian replied, fixing his eyes on the semi-nude Patrick Swayze.

THINKING OF JUSTIN. 

He sat on his luxurious couch. Eyes fixed on the movie. He closed his eyes; he felt warmth just by hearing Justin’s voice. He knew the scenes in this movie by heart; Baby’s now over at Johnny‘s place; he knew so well Johnny’s not wearing a top, his muscles glistening in the light. He wanted to reach next to him for a body, but he knows there’s no one there. He wanted a particular warmth; he thought of his age. Nights shouldn’t be spent like this. He opened his eyes, terrified. That’s what he gets from watching this old movie.

ISN'T THIS NORMAL?

“Brian? Are you still there?”

“Yes,” he replied eyes still on the screen. Baby’s hand move down Johnny’s back, she feels his left cheek. Brian adjusted in his seat.

“So, what’s Patrick doing now?”

“About to have a hetero sex. You want details?”

“Please, spare me. Are you getting hard?”

“Harder, you mean.”

“Alright, harder.” A laugh escaped Justin’s throat.

“You wanna feel it?” Brian felt himself over his jeans.

“I’d love to, but-”

“Then go ahead. Wrap your hand around my cock.”

“Do you really want to play this game, Brian?”

“Isn’t this normal in a relationship?” Brian asked.

 


DID HE HEAR IT RIGHT?

Justin couldn’t say anything for a second. Did he hear it right?

His eyes wandered in his room; art materials in one corner, a single bed on one side next to an old dresser. On top of his bed’s a Rage poster seemingly staring at him. He felt his dick twitch.

Brian said something about Patrick Swayze being half naked. He once again looked up at Rage. He closed his eyes… Brian’s hand slowly unzipped his pants as he sat back on his bed anticipating. He saw a sexy smirk appear on Brian’s lips.

TIGHTER. 

Johnny’s chest glistened; as if oil was rubbed on them. Brian’s eyes focused on his well built back, but someone else is in his mind. His hand’s over a fair-skinned hand tugging on his shaft; slowly, lightly. Justin’s handsome face looked up at him, his tongue licking his lips. He wanted to tell Justin to lick his dick, but he likes what he’s doing to him right now. Nice and slow, he thought. Johnny just took Baby’s blouse off, his leg between her legs… “Brian…do you want me to tug on your cock tighter?” He saw Justin’s full lips move.

NICE AND SLOW. 

“No. Do it nice and slow.”

“Like that?”

“Just like that.”

A sigh escaped Brian’s lips; Johnny moved his hips, pressing it harder on Baby.

“Tell me what you want, Justin.” Commanded Brian.

“I want you to suck me.”

“Let’s not hurry, Sunshine…” Brian grinned, “let me lick on your balls while you play with my cock.” He heard Justin gasped. His hand tightened on his own shaft, pre-come leaked from his slit. It spread on his whole shaft as his hand went up and down on its length.

“Justin…” he whispered.

“Does it feel good?”

“It does, pull tighter…”

HE MISSES BRIAN. 

Justin listened to Brian’s breathing; feeling it on the skin of his neck. He missed his hard hand on his nape, his kisses on his cheek. His eyes tightened as Brian licks his balls, putting them in his mouth alternately. His eyes slightly opened, catching a glimpse of Rage, his tight outfit acted like a second skin, perfectly shaping his bulging manhood. He didn’t even bother to ask Brian about Patrick Swayze; he wanted Brian’s lips around him. He wanted Brian inside him. His breathing quickened, making him close his eyes tighter, once again. Brian’s tongue now teases his hole.

HE ACHE FOR JUSTIN.

Justin’s in front of him, his beautiful naked body aching to be touched. And he ached to do just that. Justin continued to tug on his shaft, tighter this time. Now he wants his lips around his cock.

Johnny and Baby are both under an orange/reddish light; his hands dramatically feeling her slender shoulders.

He guided Justin’s head towards his stiff cock, without any hesitation, Justin covered his throbbing dick with his mouth. Its warmth and wetness made him release a long moan. He felt his tongue twirl around his head inside his mouth. He grabbed Justin by the nape.

SUCK ME OFF. 

“Brian…” he heard Justin groaned in the other line.

Johnny is kissing Baby’s throat, his lips touching her from that spot up to her neck.

His wrist’s movement intensified as he listened to Justin.

“Do you like it when I play with your hole?”

“Yes…”

“What else do you want me to do, Justin?”

“Suck me off.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you to suck me off, Brian.”
He deliberately stop his hand from moving on his shaft. He focused on Justin.

Johnny and Baby faded in the screen. But the image of his naked lover remained in his head.

RAGE.  

Justin doesn’t hear Brian’s TV anymore. He was never a fan of Patrick Swayze. Although, thinking of Brian jacking-off to Patrick’s picture’s actually hot. How about jacking-off to Rage’s poster while talking to your boyfriend, who happened to look a lot like Rage?

Brian continue to play with his hole using two fingers. Then they were replaced with his tongue. Afterwards, Brian move to the base of his cock, licking his way up. He watches Brian put his dick all the way down his throat. He bobs on it stopping once or twice, letting his teeth grit on his shaft.

HARDER. 

Justin sucked harder on his pulsing cock. He pulled harder; sucked harder. His eyes no longer wandered on his TV screen; Johnny‘s not even in the scene anymore. His eyes are rolling in his head as he’s about to explode in Justin’s mouth.

He steadied his hand holding on to the phone on his ear. He wished they were holding on to Justin’s golden hair instead. Tugging on them as he thrust inside his mouth. Then afterwards, feeling it’s smoothness, playing with it with his fingers, as if to calm his heartbeat down after a wild orgasm. He sighed loudly.

I'M ABOUT TO COME. 

“Justin, I’m about to come…” he growled as he neared climax.

Justin tugged harder on his own dick, staring at Rage, thinking of Brian, young, horny, lusting over Swayze.

“Wait for me…”

“Ahhh..” Brian moaned, Justin’s lips tightened around his cock. He thrusts further down Justin’s throat.

“Brian…” Justin felt it coming; Brian’s teeth gritting gently on his shaft sent ecstasy on the tip of his cock.

He heard Brian curse as he exploded in his hand; he responded by releasing himself too.

Brian’s chest is covered with come.

He heard Justin sigh on the other line.

“You had fun?”

BRIAN LOVES JUSTIN. 

Justin heard Brian asked him if he had fun.

He grinned looking at the mess he made. What can he tell him?

“You should watch ‘Dirty Dancing’ whenever you call me. Patrick Swayze makes you hornier.”

“I have to admit, this was quite an experience. Although I’d rather get a blowjob in person.”

“Oh.” Justin thought of Brian’s future nights without him. Disappointed, he got up and walked towards the bathroom to wash up.

“That’s why we’re gonna have to make an arrangement on how we’ll see each other, say every weekend?”

“Brian…” His smile has never been this wide.