britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2010-04-03 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: britin1729 |
Best Laid Plans
Title: Best Laid Plans
Disclaimer: I don't own QAF
Pairing: Brian/Hunter (yeah right, in Hunter's dreams, maybe) Brian/Justin, with pining!Hunter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian isn't the only one worth Hunter's adolescent, fanboy-like attention.
Notes: For Alyssa. Happy "Holidays" ;)
It was a Sunday evening when Hunter decided that Justin had to die.
In fact, he was pretty sure he might have a few old “contacts” that might be willing to help him out...the petite blond couldn't be that hard to take down. On the other hand, with the way Brian was ramming into him, seemingly as hard as he possibly could, Justin was certainly proving to be a resilient little fucker.
Hunter stood just behind the bedroom door, out of the line of sight, peering into the sliver of space left between the door and the wall. The two sex-obsessed freaks hadn't even been able to wait long enough to close it behind them on their way in.
He'd been told that this was Michael's old bedroom, but it was only the second time he'd ever been to Debbie's house for dinner, and the first time he'd actually seen the room in person. Just minutes before, Brian and Justin had excused themselves for a quick post-dinner smoke. Now, Hunter realized why the hell the supposed “smoke” was taking so long. And also why everyone else at the table had simply rolled their eyes at Brian and Justin's rather transparent excuse.
Hunter had half a mind to barge in there right now; how he hoped to accomplish Justin's death and the subsequent burying of Brian's cock in his own ass, he wasn't sure, he just knew it was his intended result. As it was, however, the plan was pretty far fetched, and from out here, he couldn't exactly say he didn't appreciate the view.
Well, half of the view, anyway. He could have done without the scrawny little blond freak.
Brian, though...damn. Hunter watched, mouth slightly open in fascination, as the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen continued to thrust into the smaller body beneath him. Justin or not, Brian was a beautiful thing to watch when he fucked. Or at least, Hunter was guessing he always looked this hot, sweat glistening over lightly bronzed skin, mouth agape, hair sticking up in every direction...though he had an unpleasant suspicion that Justin's fingers were responsible for that one.
Over and over again, Brian slammed into Justin, so hard that Hunter could practically feel it from where he was standing. It was carnal, and wild, and...hot. He watched as Brian crushed their mouths together in a desperate kiss that Justin returned with equal fervor. The blond could really take a good, hard fucking, he'd give him that. Hunter claimed to be a professional, but there was no denying that these two had skill. He could almost see why Brian put up with the little asshole.
Almost.
Though he was willing to admit— to himself, at least— how much he longed to be in Justin's position, taking what promised to be such an impressive cock inside him, again and again. He wanted to hear those moans firsthand from Brian's mouth, and be the one procuring them. From things he'd heard and the few times he'd been around them, Hunter got the impression that Brian and Justin were sort of...well...horny. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. And still, Justin must have been pretty tight. With the way Brian was moaning, his perky little blond boy ass had to have felt good.
Well, Justin did have a nice looking ass, Hunter would admit, even if he was a shithead for constantly fucking Brian every chance he got. And he supposed Justin, though rather pale and scrawny compared to Brian, was kind of good looking. Maybe. In a twink-ish sort of way. He had nice hair; Hunter imagined it was rather soft, and the color was sort of pretty. At least, it looked good when Brian was clenching his fingers in it, like now. And Justin had a nice smile, too, bright and even sort of sweet. Unlike Brian, who certainly had a perfect set of lips, but who tended to smirk more than outright smile. At least, Hunter had never seen him do it. He wondered if Justin ever managed to procure real smiles from the older man.
And then there were Justin's hands. Long fingers that were sometimes covered in paint. Hunter imagined they'd feel pretty damn good around a cock...say, his. Same with Justin's lips, all pink and plump and kissable. Or fuckable. Sort of like his ass. It was kind of hard to see from this angle, but Hunter was willing to bet that Justin's cock was pretty big, too. Did the guy top at all? Then again, that ass was made for being fucked....
Hunter doubted that Brian would ever consent to being fucked, but maybe Justin would be more likely to bend over. Or maybe it wouldn't be too horrible to let Justin fuck him. He wondered if the blond was as good as his boyfriend was at fucking, if he looked as hot doing it.
Inside the room, Brian had just come to a very loud, very intense (by the sound of it) climax, with Justin shaking and shuddering through his own orgasm beneath him, his mouth open but no sound coming out. Brian collapsed on top of his younger boyfriend, brushing aside strands of blond hair.
“That was fucking fantastic,” Hunter just managed to make out Brian's words. Justin muttered something in return that sounded like an agreement, stroking patterns into the skin of his lover's back. Yeah, Justin definitely had nice hands.
“We'd better get back to the table in time for dessert,” Justin said, a little louder.
“I'd be happy to feed you dessert, Sunshine,” said Brian, lifting his head from Justin's neck and giving him that smirk. The blond followed with one of those bright, blinding smiles.
“I'm sure you would be,” he laughed. “But Debbie made pie. I promise I'll suck you off on the way home, though.”
On the way home? Not after they got home, but on the way? Fuck, who knew Justin was up for that kind of thing? Adventurousness. That's what Hunter liked in a man. Well, that, and a hot ass or a big cock. Traits that Justin, Hunter noticed as the not-as-scrawny-as-he'd-previously-though
Hunter watched, somewhat disappointed, as the two helped to dress each other. Brian had this thing he did that involved kissing practically every inch of Justin's skin before covering it with clothing. Justin just stood there and beamed, occasionally tilting an arm or a leg at an angle that Brian could work his clothes over. How the hell did he do that? Keep Brian wrapped around his little finger?
Well, he had to admit, he supposed, that if Justin kept smiling at him like that, he probably wouldn't be able to resist for very long either. And if Justin regularly let him fuck him like that, it was really no wonder Brian was constantly glued to his side.
Hunter rolled his eyes while the lovestruck pair kissed inside the bedroom, smiling and all but drooling over each other like lovesick schoolboys. Brian seemed to have a “thing” with Justin's hair—he couldn't seem to keep his hands out of it. And Justin was just...well, he was kind of hot when he was kissing someone. They broke away every once in a while to breathe and grin at each other, and Justin always offered the most enticing smiles, as though he were communicating with just his lips.
Finally, they seemed to get their fill, and suddenly Hunter realized that he was still standing with his eye pressed against the crack in the door. They swung it open just as he backtracked several feet, nearly tripping in his haste to get away. He dared a glance in their direction; Justin was sort of flushed, his mouth open in shock. Or maybe that was embarrassment. Brian merely raised an eyebrow.
“Enjoy the show?”
Hunter looked from one to the other, leering at the blond and trying to adjust his pants, which had been growing steadily tighter the longer he watched them together. “Hell, yeah. It was fucking hot. You two ever think about doing porn?”
Justin blinked at him, apparently surprised at his boldness. Brian just snickered.
“Who's to say we haven't already?” the brunette asked airily.
Hunter ignored him, turning instead to his boyfriend. “So, Justin, do you bottom for everyone, or just Brian?”
“Uh...excuse me?”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “You up for some action?” he said slowly.
Brian looked mortally offended. “Hey, I thought I was your walking wet-dream?”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Hunter distractedly. “So, Justin, what do you say?”
He was oblivious to the desperate look Justin cast in Brian's direction. “Uh...no?” Hunter's face fell.
“So...am I the only one you bottom for, Sunshine?” Brian turned to his partner. Hunter shot him a glare of death for effortlessly capturing Justin's attention.
If possible, the blond's flush deepened as he glanced back over at Hunter, apparently not wanting to get into this in front of the young ex-hustler. “Can we talk about this later?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Brian grinned, and then suddenly his mouth was fused with Justin's again, and the blond was against the wall, Brian's thigh pressed between his legs.
Hunter rolled his eyes, stomping off in the direction of the dinner table, not really in the mood for another show. What the hell did a guy have to do to get laid around here?
“They're fucking again, aren't they?” Michael asked as Hunter rejoined the rest of the gang for dessert. The force with which the young man through himself into his chair was apparently answer enough.
“You won't break them up, you know, Pal,” said Ben, giving him one of those stern “parental” looks that had been becoming more and more common lately. “They're partners, and it's going to stay that way.”
Hunter snorted, but couldn't deny that they were certainly enamored with one another.
“Trust me,” said Michael, clapping Hunter on the shoulder. “They may be annoying as hell when they're together—and they definitely can't be trusted in public—but they're about ten times worse when they're apart.”
Hunter frowned at his plate, but accepted the slice of pie Debbie slid in front of him. About ten minutes into dessert, Brian and Justin returned from doing God knows what, taking seats side by side and shooting each other stupid little grins that Hunter was almost sure were meant to be dirty in some way.
He sighed. He just couldn't win around here.