britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2009-06-22 00:54:00 |
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Title: Justin's First Ride
Disclaimer: I don't own QAF
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Season One
Summary: Consider the title
For one wild second, I thought he meant for me to fuck him.
I'd managed to wriggle my way on top of him, straddling his hips, grinding my ass playfully into his rock hard dick. I'd been waiting for it...the moment he decided he'd had enough of my torture and rolled me over to fuck the shit out of me, which, of course, I was all for. But that moment never came.
Instead, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he handed me a condom and the tube of lube.
I stared at him. No fucking way. He was actually going to let me...?
“Ride me.”
I faltered. On one hand, I was terribly disappointed that I wasn't actually going to get to fuck him. On the other, I desperately wanted to do it. We never had before—I'd always been flat on my back or stomach. Not that I was complaining, but I couldn't deny the interest the prospect held for me. Fuck, it was making me hard just thinking about it.
Nearly trembling in anticipation, I tore the condom with my teeth—just the way he always did—and rolled it onto his dick. I let my hand linger a little longer than strictly necessary, but I forced myself to pull away. I wanted him inside me, sinking onto his cock....
I almost considered forgoing the lube in my haste, but popped open the cap anyway, squeezing a generous amount into my hand. He groaned when I took his dick into said hand, coating it well, then watched with mesmerized fascination when I reached back to do the same to my ass, slipping my fingers inside and fucking myself with them. He reached for his own cock, which only made me want to suck it down my throat, which would not include riding him until his dick fell off, so I bat it away.
“I'm going to ride you,” I told him, leaning forward over his chest to kiss him. “I'm going to ride you all night long.”
He grinned against my lips, his hands groping my ass. Unable to wait a second longer, I pulled back, straddling him once again. He watched with lust-glazed eyes as I lifted myself up, lining his dick up with my ass, and lowered myself back down.
He groaned; I gasped and nearly came all over his chest right then. It burned like always, but it was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever done with him. Sitting on top of him like this, his dick inside my ass as I sank lower and lower, taking more and more of him inside of me....
“Jesus...” I hissed, crying out with the intensity of the pleasure/pain. I collapsed on top of him, doubled over on his chest.
“Christ, Justin...” he growled, his hands at my sides. “Move.”
Right. Right, I had to move. I had to— Oh, God. Christ, this was hot. Sitting up, I pushed myself off him with my hands on his chest and my knees on the bed, and then slammed back down. He groaned again, his eyes screwed up in pleasure. So I did it again, this time moaning along with him.
It was the most amazing fucking thing. Of course, sex with him was always amazing. I absolutely loved watching him while he fucked me, arching above me, taking me hard and deep. But this...this was something different. He threw his head back against his pillow, his fingers digging into my thighs, probably leaving the type of bruises I'd relish tomorrow. Marks of passion, as I liked to think of them. Actually, he was probably going to have a few of those himself, come tomorrow morning, and we'd just walk around all day wearing the evidence of what we'd done. What we were doing now.
It was different, that was for sure. Not quite topping, but not quite bottoming, either. It must have felt incredible for him, though, if his groans and curses and everything else were anything to go by. I found myself wondering if he would do it to me. Probably not, since it did kind of involve bottoming, in a way, and he'd never let me do that. But maybe....
Anyway, it didn't matter right now. All I was really aware of was overwhelming ecstasy and the fact that I was so hard, it hurt. I grabbed my dick in my own hand, and angled myself so that his cock hit that sweet spot inside me that he always seemed to find. I wanted more of it, barely lifting myself up anymore before slamming back down in sharp, quick movements. I didn't think too much about it, just moved, fucking myself on his cock and jerking myself off, our every movement liquid, instinctual.
I assumed it was my voice that called out his name, because all I really knew at that moment was the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life, rushing through me, a complete loss of control as I came all over his chest. My ass clenched around him, and then he was coming, too, and I nearly collapsed on top of him again with the sheer intensity of it all.
It was completely silent for a long moment except for our ragged breathing, and then I felt his palm against my thigh. “You've got to get up,” he told me, his voice rather hoarse. I jolted myself back to the moment, remembering as I did that his cock was indeed still inside me. Somehow, with shaking limbs, I managed to push myself off him one more time, his dick slipping out of me, and rolled over to empty space of bed beside him.
I waited while he tied off the condom and threw it away, then accepted when he offered me a cigarette.
“It's late,” he remarked after a moment. “You shouldn't be out alone. You might as well just stay here tonight. It's practically fucking morning, anyway.” He spoke with that perfected air of annoyance of his, the one that was just too perfect for him not to have had to work at it to make it sound so casual and indifferent. I forgot to breathe for a moment, and choked on the cigarette smoke I'd neglected to exhale, smiling secretly to myself.
Too late, my ass.