qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

"I hope you two have learned a lesson from all this," griped Michael.

"We did. We learned jail isn't nearly as hot as prison porn pretends it is," said Justin, sighing.

"Not when they put us in different cells, it isn't," said Brian, laying a consoling hand on Justin's back.

"I should have left the two of you in there the rest of the night!" said Michael. "Arrested for fucking in public... you're fucking lucky I bailed you out."

"It was just a blow job," Justin muttered.

"We should sue Pittsburgh PD for interrupting," said Brian. "I didn't even come."

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

"You did not fucking keep track of how many blow jobs I owe you," said Brian, grabbing the paper from Justin's hand.

"You agreed that, in exchange for helping you catch a murderer last month, you owed me a hundred blow jobs," Justin reminded him.

"I didn't actually agree to anything. And the fucker didn't show up— you didn't do anything."

"I pretended to be a prostitute. That's something. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that your debt has been paid in full."

Brian stared at the hundred tally marks. "That took a surprisingly short amount of time."

Brian sighed and flopped onto his back. “Fine,” he said, bored. “Get to it.”

Justin surprised him by delivering a sharp slap to his ass. “You think I’m gonna stick my tongue anywhere near your unwashed hole? Come on.” He hoped to his feet, his movements so limber that Brian couldn’t repress a flash of jealousy. 

Brian found himself being dragged towards the shower by a smiling, laughing Justin who all but danced his way across the loft. Just to mock him, no doubt.

“Come,” he purred. “Let’s get you cleaned up… and then we can get down to business.”

Brian was nothing if not an accommodating partner. Being in a long-distance relationship required a lot of concessions, and Brian gladly made them. Most of them.

A shower with Justin, especially when he was sticky with come and sweat, wasn’t even a concession.

He took his time lathering and rinsing Justin’s hair as Justin began soaping his skin, his skilled hands working lower and lower until –

Oh.

He hissed in a breath and held it as Justin glided his touch down his shaft and focused his talents on his balls.

His forehead dropped into clean, wet hair as he groaned.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

When Justin's ancient, half-broken, piece of shit cell phone finally met its death by New York sidewalk, Brian bought him a new one and gave it to him on his next visit. It happened to be February, but Brian assured him it was definitely not a Valentine's Day present.

"It means even more that you thought of me just because," said Justin, beaming and leaving Brian to try and figure out when the fuck he'd become so unwittingly romantic. But then Justin was on his knees, giving him a very enthusiastic thank-you blow job, and he stopped thinking at all.