qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Title: Wake-Up Call

Condom: Blow jobs 

"You look like shit," Brian observed as Michael slumped into the booth across from him.

Michael groaned. "I was up all night, thanks to Ben."

Brian looked impressed. "I didn't know you two had it in you."

"Not that. He fucking snores."

"So does Justin."

"Really? How do you deal with it?"

"Stick my tongue up his ass to wake him up," said Brian matter-of-factly. "Works every time."

"Sunshine lived with me for months. I never heard him snore," said Debbie, setting down two cups of coffee.

"He does it like four nights a week."

Debbie and Michael stared.

"Oh."

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Brian and Justin sprawled in bed, legs entangled, twisted in stained sheets. Their lazy stupor was interrupted by a sharp knock.

"Must be the delivery guy," said Justin, nudging Brian. "Your turn to get up."

"Is not," protested Brian from beneath the pillow. "Got the water last time."

"No, I got water in exchange for a rim job, remember? It's your turn to get the food."

"I'll rim you again if you get it."

"My ass hurts."

"Fine. A long blow job... and I'll let you do that thing."

Justin deliberated, then groaned as he sat up. "Where's the cash?"

There was nothing he was better at than this.

Not writing ad campaigns, not pitching to skeptical clients, not convincing random tricks to bend over and then get lost. When it came to sucking dick, Brian was, without question, a virtuoso.

He began as he often did, mouthing his head until Justin began murmuring and thrusting. He accommodated him by licking up and down the shaft, pausing to suck a ball into his mouth or gently finger the outside of his hole. Then he swallowed him down, completely and without warning, and sucked as if Justin contained some life-saving elixir.

He forgot to set a stopwatch – did he even own a stopwatch? – but it hardly mattered. Justin came within a matter of minutes, flooding his mouth with salty sweetness and filling him with the warmth and well-being that he once hadn’t known another person’s orgasm could inspire.

He knew now.

Which was why Justin’s visits were always too fucking short.

“That was amazing,” Justin breathed, tugging him up to mesh their tongues together, contented and lazy.

“So tell me,” Brian prompted once they broke apart.

Justin smiled, eyes closed. “You’re better at blowjobs. Or… at least you were tonight.”

Fucking twat.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

"...and he grabbed my hair and came in my mouth." Lisa's story was met with a mixture of giggling, sounds of disgust, and questions, such as "what did it taste like?" that Melanie really didn't want to hear answered. Still, she folded her legs beneath her on Lisa's bed and tried to look interested instead of grossed-out as her friend described her first sexual experience. Then Sarah started talking about her and Scott, and Diane started in about Alan.

"What about you, Mel? Anyone at school you like?"

Melanie forced away thoughts of the gorgeous homecoming queen, Wendy. "Not really."