Addicted
Title Addicted Author: Kinwad Pairing: Brian and Justin Rating: NC17 Summary: Short ficlet, early in their relationship Disclaimer: I own nothing/QAF
I like to fuck, plain and simple. I make no excuses, offer no apologies. It’s who I am. For better or worse, take it or leave it. For anyone who can’t read between the lines, it means take me or leave me. Fortunately, Sunshine decided on the former. “Oh, God!”
It’s 2am and he’s gasping for every breath, chest heaving with the effort. I see the struggle in his eyes as he tries to stay in control, to fight it—to fight the raw need that threatens to overtake any reason he has left, leaving him open and wanting. He’s a slut for me...as I am for him. We’re addicts, each other’s drug of choice, and there’s only one way for us to get a fix.
“Please, Brian!”
He always begs so beautifully. His words spring from an unseen well, unable to stopper themselves, reaching out and touching my dick like a fucking Diana Ross song. His raspy voice is music to my ears, scraping across every fucking nerve like sandpaper, filling me with the uncontrollable urge to do filthy things, unspeakable things, to him and with him. Knowing that I have the power to make him lose himself is a heady and dangerous feeling.
I force myself to stop moving, leaving us on the edge, and push up on both arms, unable to turn away from his flushed and sweaty face, scrunched eyes and swollen lips. Still buried to the hilt in his ass, my cock throbs with each deliberate clench of his muscles. He’s testing my resolve, goading me to keep moving, to finish this. But I’m just as determined and have the stamina to prove it.
I shift slightly and the change of position rubs his twitching dick against my stomach, the friction triggering beads of pre-cum on my skin like hot wax. There’s no way he’s going to last. But I already know that because I know him, every fucking inch of him—because some gay god created this kid especially for me.
I’ve had more than my share, what a fucking understatement, of partners or “conquests” as Justin likes to call them. The number is probably into five digits by now. I’m not saying it to boast—ok, maybe a little—but to make a point. With him, it’s more than getting my rocks off or having my dick sucked. With him, I feel something.
Sometimes I have to rein in my thoughts and remember his age. He’s not ready yet for everything, for all I can teach him but, with his enthusiasm for the act and his appetite for my cock, not to mention my expertise, he will be. I guarantee it.