TITLE: Stress relief

AUTHOR: ohfreckle

WARNINGS: PORN! And a bit of slutty!Justin, if you're into that.

NOTES: I'm a virgin writer, this is my first fic, so please don't hurt me much. I wrote this for happier_bunny, because she demanded that there should be lots of orgasms in this challenge.

Thanks a lot to faile02, who made this readable ♥"






"Justin…" Brian’s voice held a warning tone.


"I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm about this. What if the delivery company won’t make it in time? It’s already 2 pm, and they aren’t here yet." Brian could tell just from the sound of Justin’s aggravated voice on the phone that he was in full drama queen mode.


"Will you fucking stop being a fucking twat! They said they would be at the loft at 4 pm, so shut the fuck up and CALM DOWN! Besides, we can always find Jen and Tucker another present. There’s still 4 days left until the party." Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, fuck, he was getting a headache. He had a shit load of work to do, and this was already the third of Justin’s calls today. Fuck.


"Another present? You think they won’t like it? I thought you..."


Fuck! Had he already mentioned fuck? Shit, he knew the present for Jen’s and Tucker’s fifth wedding day was only part of the reason for Justin’s recent queen outs, he was also stressed out about his upcoming show at this fancy new gallery in New York, but this was getting out of hand. Time to make the kid think about something else.


"I’ll be home at eight," he interrupted him brusquely. "I want you naked, on your knees, ass in the air."


Brian thought he could hear Justin snap his mouth shut. He dropped his voice to a silky growl.


"I’m gonna make you scream."


There was a sharp intake of breath.


"Then I’ll fuck the shit out of you."


He disconnected the call and signed some more papers.



*****



Brian barely managed to close the door to the loft at 20 past eight, before he had his arms full of horny, naked blond. He smirked to himself. Eleven years, and the old trick still worked. Making Justin horny was always the best way to take his mind off other things.


"You fucking shit, where have you been?" Justin asked.


Brian poked his tongue into his cheek instead of a reply.


Then his lips closed over Justin’s and everything else faded away. All the shit about work and their life wasn’t important right now, only this, their own way of telling each other how they felt. No bullshit words, a look, a simple touch or a kiss was all they’d need.


Brian nipped Justin’s full bottom lip and Justin’s lips parted easily, inviting him in. Brian slipped his tongue inside, tasted him and stroked Justin’s tongue with his own. Justin sucked hard on his tongue, making the heat that was already pooling in his belly climb up another notch. One of Brian’s hands were fisted in Justin’s hair, the other pulling them both against each other, their bodies pressed together from their mouths down to their toes. Brian opened his mouth wider and stroked his tongue even deeper in Justin’s mouth. Justin had somehow unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his chest and stomach.


Brian reluctantly broke the kiss. This wasn’t Justin’s show, tonight Brian was in charge and he’d make the kid fly high enough to forget all the bullshit.


"Get that pretty ass in bed, where it’s supposed to be." He briefly palmed Justin’s hard cock, then turned and started walking toward the bedroom.

Justin was on the bed before Brian even reached it.

Brian started to get rid of the rest of his clothes and laughed. “Christ, you’re easy.”


Justin leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs. "You like it." He was breathing heavily.


"You’re right."


Brian climbed onto the bed and settled down between Justin’s spread legs. He burrowed his face in Justin’s pubes and breathed him in. Soap, sweat and Justin’s own musky scent. It never failed to make him hot and horny. He reached down and gave his hard cock a few rough strokes. Then he put his hands on Justin’s ass and parted the perfect round globes. He looked up from his position between Justin’s spread legs until their eyes locked.


"I’m going to eat you until you scream."


Justin gasped. He’d fantasized about what Brian would do to him while he’d kneeling on the bed, and rimming had definitely been on high on his wish list. God, he loved having his ass eaten as much as getting fucked. He was such a whore for a rim job, and Brian was a master at giving it to him. His ass already clenched in anticipation of what Brian was going to do.


Brian lightly slapped Justin’s side, a sign for him to turn around.


"On your stomach. Legs spread, knees under your body. I want that pretty ass open for me."


Justin immediately complied. His head rested on his folded arms and his ass was raised high, open for Brian’s scrutiny. The position gave Brian a perfect view on the valley between the perfect globes of Justin’s ass, and the sight hit Brian hard, as always. The area glistened with sweat and his eyes were drawn to the center.


The small hole was his favorite part of Justin’s body, partly because of the unbelievable pleasure it gave him when he sunk his cock deep inside, and partly because of the incredible reactions his touch there caused. Justin was a total slut for having his hole played, there were no other words for it. He went absolutely wild with it and Brian was only too happy to oblige. The fierceness of Justin’s response could almost make him come himself, sometimes. Brian couldn’t get enough of it.


Brian brought his face a bit closer to Justin’s cleft. Someone had been definitely eager.


"You slut, you shaved your hole. What did you think I’d do to you?"


"A lot more than just looking," Justin pouted. "A man can hope, can’t he?"


"Mhm," Brian murmured in answer. "God, I love it when you shave. I can see everything, even the tiniest wrinkle." He took a firm grip on both cheeks and deftly spread him open even more with his thumbs. "Spread your legs as wide as you can," he instructed.


Justin eagerly obeyed, spreading his legs as wide as physically possible in his position, baring himself completely.


He gave a startled gasp when Brian blew a stream of warm air over his hole. Brian watched as it instantly contracted violently at the small stimulation. He repeated the action and was rewarded by the same reaction, this time accompanied by Justin’s choked intake of breath.

Encouraged he lightly rubbed his thumb over the small pucker. Dear god, he could actually feel the movement of the quivering hole’s wrinkles on the pad of this thumb. He rubbed a bit harder and Justin groaned helplessly, obviously trying to be quiet.


"Let me hear it. Show me what a slut you are for it," Brian demanded.


"Oh god," Justin whispered. He’d been so hot for so long and those few small touches to his ass had almost undone him. Brian took his time and Justin anticipated every touch, strung tight as a bow and desperate for more.


"Brian… oh god please…" he breathed.


"You’ll love this" Brian murmured and pressed his thumb into the tight pucker.


Justin’s hole clenched around the digit and his balls tried to climb into his body at the jolt of pleasure the slight penetration sent through him. There was no way he wouldn’t do what Brian wanted, if only it got him more of this.


"Ok, whatever you want" he panted.


He didn’t get a verbal answer, but was rewarded with a swipe of tongue over his balls and perineum, the touch firm and warm and so wet, sending tingles right to his center. Firm lips suckled on the tender strip of skin behind his balls, slowly moving upwards, sucking stronger once they reached his crack. The whole area between his cheeks felt as if they were on fire and in just a heartbeat that sinful mouth would reach where he wanted it most. He shivered in excitement and then groaned in disappointment when the mouth was taken away before it reached his needy hole. Once again he felt Brian’s breath ghost over it, quickly changing the sensation of warm wetness to a cold tingle.


"Oh god, please…, I need… please…" Justin whispered. He felt the ghost of a touch on his opening and instantly recognized it as the soft press of lips. He rocked his hips back excitedly, hoping to get more.


"What do you want?" Brian asked. "Do you want me to kiss you here?" He pressed a tiny kiss to Justin’s pucker, his tongue flicking out for a quick first sample of sweat and Justin’s own sharp taste.


"Do you want me to kiss your hole like I kiss your mouth? Open you up and eat you? Oh fuck, you have no idea…"


Justin was trembling with need, his hands fisted in the sheets. His balls ached so much, tightly drawn to his body, and his cock was leaking copious drops of precum at an alarming rate. He reached for it, but Brian slapped his hand away.


"No, you’ll come like this," Brian breathed. Again he rubbed his wet thumb over Justin’s hole.


"Please Brian, you’re killing me," he panted.


Then he felt it, Brian’s tongue licking over his crevice, centering in on his hole with tiny flicks of tongue, stabbing right into his pucker.


It was enough, his hips bucked helplessly and he shoved his ass back into Brian’s face. He came hard, his orgasm thundering through him, from his ass to his throbbing and spurting cock. He wasn’t able to utter a single sound except a startled gasp, his orgasm taking him by surprise.


Justin’s knees gave out and he collapsed on the bed. He lay there utterly pliant, trying to regain some control. He was still partially hard and his asshole pulsed with the aftershocks of the force of his orgasm, still hungry for Brian.


"Oh god, don’t stop", he mewed.


"Felt good?" Brian asked, his voice low and rough from his own arousal. God, he loved Justin like this, utterly lost in passion. His own cock throbbed painfully and he rubbed it on the sheets for some friction, but had to stop almost immediately to keep himself from coming. He had other plans.


Brian didn’t wait for an answer. He parted the mounds of Justin’s ass again and dove in. He rubbed his nose over the whole cleft, hungrily breathing in the musky smell that drove him nuts. He licked the small, still fluttering hole with tiny darting strokes around the rim, combined with firm strokes of the flat of his tongue.


"Harder, oh please harder. God… yes…" Justin was beyond caring, all he could think of was that he needed deeper, harder, more. His hole clenched violently when Brian complied, rubbing the hard tip of his pointed tongue over the small opening.


"Yes!" He shouted his approval when Brian’s lips clamped down on his asshole, giving a hard suck that sent fire through his whole body. He tried to spread his legs to allow Brian more access, but he didn’t have enough leverage. Brian’s thumbs dug hard into the tender flesh of his rear, right next to his hole, spreading him impossibly wider. He kept sucking his hole and Justin felt his tongue slide slowly, so slowly inside. It was wet and warm and slick and it felt so dirty and hot it made him dizzy.


He felt his entrance loosen around the intruder and willed every muscle to relax to allow it in. Brian wiggled his tongue deeper, licking his way inside the tight channel. Every time he fucked into the small opening he gave a hard suck with his lips, the slurping sounds the only sounds besides Justin’s whimpers.


Justin was sure he’d died. His ass felt sore, wet and stretched impossibly wide open around the slick muscle that was now plunging inside him relentlessly, licking and rubbing against his inner walls without mercy.


"More, oh please… more… ohgodyes, Brian!" Justin tensed when another wave of pleasure left him panting and breathless.


"Deeper" Justin pleaded. "…oh please deeper, all the way inside. Fuck me!" Brian opened his mouth wider to comply, fully caught in his lovemaking. The movement made his teeth scraped over Justin’s crack and the resulting jerk of Justin’s lower body almost dislodged him.


"Again!" Justin demanded. "Oh god, please."


Sharp teeth nipped the wrinkled folds around his hole, the sting immediately lessened by wet licks. He sobbed his need when Brian licked deep inside again. His hole clamped down on the wet tongue, trying to keep it in and suck it inside. Brian’s tongue probed impossibly deeper, licking him from the inside, and sucked the rim of his hole bruisingly hard until Justin came again, screaming Brian’s name, his orgasm almost dry so soon after the first one.


Brian crawled up Justin’s body and kissed him hard, letting him taste himself. He was painfully and urgently hard himself, but he couldn’t stop from smiling back when Justin gave him a drowsy, blissful smile. He smoothed the sweaty hair back from Justin’s forehead and touched his nose to Justin’s, then he kissed him again.


"I believe I mentioned fucking the shit out of you," he murmured against his lips.