Fic: Making Up For Lost Time, Part 9 (Brian/Justin) Title: Making Up For Lost Time, Part 9 Author:mander3_swish Fandom: QaF(US), Brian/Justin Rating: NC17 Timeline: around 311/312 Word Count: 780 Summary: Bring back the porn to Brian's loft... A 'fucking' gapfiller. Justin's POV. A/N: link to Part 1, but this can totally be read as a standalone.
9. dining room table
I'm cleaning up from a late dinner with Brian (you wouldn't believe how much spaghetti sauce splatter covered the table), scrubbing away, when Brian comes up behind me, grabbing me by the hips. I feel his erection pressed against me as he rocks against my ass.
He's freshly showered - and still naked - and plans on heading to Babylon in a bit, although I don't really see the point. The back room is still locked down tight, and he'll probably just spend his time there bemoaning the fact.
His hot breath ghosts across my ear as he drapes himself over my back. "Up for one before we go?"
"Always. But only if we do it right here," is my reply. I've been trying to get him to tell me every sordid detail about every guy he fucked while I with Ethan, and so far I've only managed to get a couple juicy tales out of him. So now it's my goal to erase those memories for Brian and replace them with a million times better sex with me.
I quickly slip out of my cargo pants and underwear, and resume my previous position. Brian slides his hands up along my sides, underneath my t-shirt. I flinch when his fingers pass over that one particular ticklish spot just at the base of ribs, but he doesn't pause, and his hands continue upwards before pulling the shirt over my head.
He slowly kisses his way back down my spine.
"I thought you wanted this to be quick?" I ask.
"We've got time," is his reply, pausing at my lower back and resuming at the swell of my ass. His tongue dart out, and the saliva feels so good cooling my overheated skin.
Spreading my ass cheek apart, he licks down my crack and works his spit into my hole to get me wet and ready.
I move my legs further apart, which gives him easier access to suck my balls into his mouth. He teases the skin with tight little sucks that alight my body with so many sensations. He works a lube-slicked finger, and then another, into my hole at the same time. I could probably come from just this in no time, but I'm hoping Brian will fuck me over the table like I want him to.
"Fuck me," I say when his other hand reaches between my legs and starts stroking my dick. I'm so close and I don't want to come until he's inside of me.
I'm laying across the table, face down, panting to get my breathing under control and trying not come while I wait for Brian to put a condom on. And then he's there, pulling my arms behind my back and holding my wrists with one of his hands, pressing down just above my ass, keeping me firmly in place. I feel the slight dampness of the table as my torso molds to the table.
Brian continues to tease, rubbing the head of his dick over my hole with only slight pressure. I try to push back, but he tightens his one-handed grip on my wrists and presses down harder.
"Uh-uh Sunshine," he says with a chastising tone. "Good things come to boys who wait."
I just groan at his cheesy line, but I don't have to wait any longer when he presses inside me then, one long, hard push all the way, giving me everything at once.
"Holy fuck," I squeak out once he sets a fast and brutal pace, the complete opposite to all of his teasing minutes before.
"Like that?" he asks, and I just nod, my cheek squished against the table top.
He manages to get a hand on my dick, and I come seconds later, my hole squeezing around him. He slows his pace to a crawl, feeling my orgasm as it courses through my body.
When my dick is fully spent, he pulls out, turns me around and hoists me onto the table.
He leans down and kisses me, hard and brusing, all the while stroking his dick to get himself off. When he comes all over my abdomen, he cries out in sheer ecstasy.
Flopping down on top of me, he keeps rutting, our spent and over-sensitive dicks sliding together in his come like he's try to draw out every possible sensation and lingering spark of orgasm from our bodies.
I put my elbows on the table, trying to raise my chest up to get him to move. "Come Brian, get up. I seriously need a shower now, and you probably need another."
At this rate, we might make it to Babylon by one in the morning.