7wildwaysup (7wildwaysup) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2010-11-25 11:30:00 |
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Mascara…
Title: Mascara…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 1581
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion and Lust…
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Summary: Justin does a little experimenting with his look. How will Brian react? Will he show or tell?
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Mascara…
Brian looked up from his desk as Justin pulled the loft door shut behind him; smiling back at Brian. Brian was just relieved that he was home. That he went out all by himself and he didn’t seem to be anxious; nor did he sense a panic attack in the near future. No, Justin looked happy, calm, and maybe a little drunk; he’s been experimenting a little with new things. Having no memory of certain aspects of his life, he was now more willing to see what he liked and disliked from his new perspective.
Brian had to do a double take as he looked up at his blond with flawless porcelain skin, and the deepest blue eyes. As Justin moved closer, finally climbing up into his lap, Brian noticed the smell of beer on his breath and the very thin line of eye liner and mascara that rimmed his eyes. Now this is not the type of man Brian was usually attracted to, but on Sunshine it was fucking hot… He could feel himself growing hard and so could Justin as he blushed, looking down at Brian. Yes, Justin enjoyed sex immensely; but he was now shy and blushed often when his need showed.
Brian couldn’t help thinking that a shy Justin was adorable; but this new Barbie Justin… Well it was just HOT… He’s sure he would never feel this way about this look on any other man. However on Justin…all he could do was lift him, carry him into the bedroom, and lay him in the center of the bed. Looking down at him with lust filled eyes; he notices the shear shine and hint of color that stained his lips; just before he devours them with his own. Justin moans into his touch as Brian claims his lips while peeling his clothing from his body.
Yes, Brian had noticed that it also wasn’t his usual cargo pants and sports polo he was wearing. No, he was wearing snug pale peach jeans and a tiny tie-dyed t-shirt that said New York across the front; showing off his well toned arms and chest. Leaving a good four inch band of skin exposed between his waistband and the bottom of his t-shirt. He had traded is his worn out tennis shoes for a pair of tan suede clogs that made a loud thud as they hit the hardwood floor. He’s pretty sure this outfit came from the junior miss department at Bloomingdales; but its one of the hottest things he’s allowed himself to be attracted to in along time.
Brian’s know that he could never feel this way about anyone else, the way Justin is driving him absolutely crazy right now. He’s not sure what, exactly, it’s all about. All he knows is that there’s something about how innocent and shy Justin looks. That he’s squirming and blushing under him, not knowing how to ask for what he wants; what he needs… Sometimes he’s like a born again virgin, so shy and insecure; overcome with longing and desperation, only the way a teenager can be all nervous and yet demanding at the same time.
Looking down at his own chest, he almost seems surprised to see his nipple pierced; the golden ring glistening in the blue lights. Justin moans as Brian licks his way up his chest, flicking his tongue across it several times as it stands tall and hard. Then, taking it into his mouth, gently sucking and pulling on it with his tongue as his other hand twists and pulls his ring-less nipple. Elating moans and stirring desire deep within his blond; the sensations flooding Justin’s system are on overdrive as his stout cock pokes and prods Brian’s belly, oozing pre-cum from his slit across his designer jeans.
Justin wiggles with excitement as he fists Brian’s hair; Brian’s tongue has found its way to Sunshine’s slit, lapping at his juices as Justin’s head flails back and forth on the pillow; sending a stream of drool flinging across the sheets. Brian snickers at how helpless his boy is as he asks him what it is that he wants; what he needs. Tells him he has to say it. Justin’s eyes hood over as he makes some gurgled noise that could only be understood by someone that knows his body as well as he does.
Brian takes his arms and places them over his head, looking down at him asking him with his eyes if he needs to be restrained or if he’ll be a good boy. Justin simply smiles and nods yes, and then lowers his eyes in approval encouraging Brian to continue playing. Brian flips open the toy chest he just pulled out from under the bed, and takes out Justin’s favorite red dildo that’s all textured along with several pieces of white rope. He’s drooling again as Brian ties his wrists so they’re taut, but not tight; so he still has some room for movement.
Next, he takes out some strawberry lube; coating his fingers and spreading his legs wide open, running his finger back up his crack until he reaches his pink rosebud. Slipping one, two, then three fingers into him Brian works him; teasing him with his long fingers, grazing his prostate. Then, working his tight ring of muscle; pulling and stretching him as his moans escape him, wanting and waiting. His body fills with uncontrollable need and desire… Then he takes the large foam wedge from the corner of the room and lifts Justin up. He slides it under Justin’s ass, then lowers him down, resting his ass as he prepares Justin’s beloved joystick; covering it in a generous amount of lube before filling him with it.
Brian pushes it in as far as possible and clicks it on, so that it vibrates; sending shudders throughout Sunshine. The big mushroom head twists and pumps against his prostate in a random pattern. Justin can’t help all the little squeals and squeaks that seem to pour out of his body from somewhere deep within. Brian smiles down at him as his ass settles down into to form fitting foam that cushions his beautiful bubble butt. If you didn’t know, he’s fighting with himself to contain sexual control; you might think he was having a seizure or stroke with the way he’s drooling and wiggling…
Brian whispers, “Now be a good boy, I have to finish my presentation for my meeting tomorrow morning at nine AM.”
Justin’s eyes beg him not to take too long. He doesn’t really want him to leave at all. Really Brian just wanted to go over it one more time and double check everything; so he could focus on his real project for the night. Besides, he loves making Justin writhe and thrash. About twenty minutes later he can see that Justin is almost delirious and straining not to cum as his body trembles. Once Brian turns off all the lights and sets the alarm, he walks to the bedroom and slowly strips off his clothing as Justin watches. Then he climbs up on the bed and he leans down, kissing his beautiful blond.
He’s untying his restrains and rubbing his wrists as he whispers what a good boy he is, how proud he is of him, how turned on he is from watching him laying there; waiting for him. Asking him if he’s ready for his monster cock that’s throbbing and leaking for him? Asking him if he knows just how much he loves him, loves everything about him? Does he have any idea just how much that hint of mascara and lip gloss has been making him hard since he slid the loft door closed? Is he ready for him to fuck his brains out, deep into the night…
Brian reaches down and removes the dildo and takes a condom; handing it to Justin. He blushes, but eagerly slides it down Brian’s shaft. Brian pulls the wedge out and places Justin’s legs over his head as he leans down and kisses him; penetrating him, watching his eyes glaze over as he starts a slow rocking. It isn’t long before the rhythm increases and Justin is pulling and fisting Brian’s hair; kissing him madly on any exposed skin he can find. He’s been so lit for the last hour that it’s all he can do not to cum, and he really doesn’t want to disappoint his Master, so he writhes and waits for permission; thinking his cock is going to explode.
Brian’s amazed at how much control his sweet boy has, considering he’s been torturing him since he got home. He truly is so fucking proud of him. He takes Justin’s legs, placing the bottom of his feet against his palms, and starts thrusting himself down; firm and hard. As he says, “Jerk yourself off for me Sunshine, I need to see you cum…” That’s all it took; Brian’s permission and a couple of strokes, as he shot all over his chest. Brian smiles as it runs down around his neck. Watching Justin quake into oblivion as his muscle walls squeeze and clutch his dick; pulling him into coital bliss. He’s still panting as he collapses on top of Justin; trying to catch his breath. A few minutes later he rolls off, tosses the tied off condom away, and pulls Justin in close to him; still needing to feel the contact. Because of course, Brian Kinney doesn’t cuddle…
The End…