04 June 2008 @ 08:22 pm
Theme #9: Season One With a Twist - 1 of 6  
Title: Those Dawson's River Kids
Rating: NC-17, duh, what else?

Brian was so drunk, Justin had to remind him to put on a condom.

"Oh, right," he said, fishing one out of the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"How did you manage to climb up the side of the house when you're so wasted you can't even remember to put on a condom?"

"I'm not drunk, I'm high on life," said Brian, laughing at his own joke.

"Oh, and that's just sunshine and roses I smell on your breath."

"No, you're Sunshine," said Brian, covering his mouth with a sloppy kiss and grinding himself against Justin's naked leg, causing the bed to squeak loudly.

"Stop it or Deb will hear us," said Justin, breaking the kiss.

"What, you afraid she'll listen and take notes?" he said, rutting harder against Justin's thigh, causing him to answer with his own salute. Justin thought it sounded more like, "Whaddaya 'fraid shell take nose?" but didn't say anything.

"Well at least fuck me on the floor."

"You're the boss," said Brian, yanking at the tank he still had on, getting it stuck around his face as he tried to pull it over his head. "Justin," he mumbled into the black fabric. "Justin, help me get this goddamned contraption off. I wanna feel your skin," he said pulling harder.

"Brian, stop struggling. You've got it tangled up around your elbows," he said, pulling harder. He heard a rip and froze. God, if he'd torn one of Brian's hundred and fifty dollar Hugo Boss tank tops again, Justin was pretty sure that Brian would yell at him for a week and not fuck him for two.

Instead, Brian just laughed. "Why didn't I think of that?" he said, tearing the shirt down the front as he removed the offending article of clothing from his body.

"God, you really are drunk," said Justin, wondering if Brian would be sober enough in the morning to remember that he'd ruined the glorified Hanes tank top himself, or if he'd insist on bitching Justin out anyway.

"Turn over," Brian commanded, now completely naked. Justin had started out that way.

He'd been laying in bed jerking off with a couple of well lubed fingers up his ass, lost in a well worn fantasy which involved Brian on his hands and knees and Justin behind him, thrusting in raw, when a loud thud next to his window caused him to practically jump out of his skin.

"Jesus, Brian. It's fucking 2:30 in the morning," he said, helping Brian open the window and stumble into Michael's old room.

"I see you got the party started without me," he slurred, then reached down and grabbed Justin's dick, pushing them both back onto the narrow twin where Justin had been enjoying his solo flight a moment before. Brian kissed Justin wildly, fucking his mouth with his tongue as though he were the horny teenage and not Justin. Finally he stopped kissing Justin long enough to wrestle with his jeans and when he couldn't get the buttons undone, he got angry and tried to command the pants off his body.

"Why won't they listen?" asked Brian in earnest. Justin rolled his eyes and told him to hold still while he unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down his legs, which was a lot more difficult than he'd anticipated because Brian kept trying to get his cock in Justin's mouth as he was taking them off.

Then the pants were on the floor and Brian had his tongue back in Justin's mouth and it all felt so good. It wasn't until Brian was dangerously close to thrusting his way into Justin's ass sans condom that his brain clicked back on and reminded him that going at it raw was a really, really bad idea, especially when he could still smell the trick Brian had had earlier that evening at Babylon on his neck.

"Brian, you can't fuck me without a condom," he said.

"Oh, right."

Then Brian was telling him to roll over and they were still on the bed, and Justin didn't know how in the hell Vic or Debbie hadn't come knocking on the door yet to tell them to "Keep it the fuck down, it's fucking three o'clock in the morning."

"Brian, the floor," Justin reminded him, and Brian seemed to think that was his cue to roll them both over the edge of the bed, which he'd apparently forgotten included a two foot drop to the rug below.

"Fuck!" said Brian rubbing his elbow.

"Yeah dumbass. I'm surprised you can even feel pain at this point," Justin said rubbing his sore backside.

"Less talking, more dick," said Brian, seemingly over the fall already. Justin got up on his hands and knees and Brian positioned himself behind him, trying to line up his cock with his hole. This time Justin knew he was safe because he'd put the damn thing on him himself.

"Problems?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder when Brian still hadn't shoved his dick inside him.

"Hold on a second, goddamn it, I got it," he said trying again. Then Brian finally hit the mark and slid halfway in and Justin groaned from the tightness of it all. Brian pulled back a little, then got a few shallow thrusts in and slipped out. "Fuck," he said, fumbling with his dick.

Justin would have laughed if he wasn't so horny and desperate to have the shit fucked out of him, so he reached around and flipped Brian on his back on the rug, which wasn't that hard given Brian's current state of inebriation.

"What are you doing?" asked Brian with a stupid grin on his face.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" said Justin as he straddled Brian's stomach. He reached behind him so he could lower himself onto Brian's cock. He grimaced a little as the head pushed past the tight ring of muscle, then pushed himself down further as he felt his ass relax and open up. Justin breathed in deeply, feeling Brian fill up every part of him as he stilled himself for a moment.

Then he lifted himself up using his knees on the floor and his hands on Brian's chest as leverage, and brought himself back down harder, taking in every inch so that he felt like he was being split in two. It had been a couple of days since they last fucked, and the burn in his ass was glorious proof that the brief but all too long period of celibacy was over. Justin wondered if there would ever come a time when he wouldn't have to wonder when he'd next be fucked by the great Brian Kinney, that he'd always have access to this ridiculously gorgeous man and his achingly beautiful cock.

"Justin, I want you to ride me," said Brian, breaking his train of thought. Justin laughed.

"Brian, you idiot, I am."

"Don't call me an idiot, Dawson."

"Stop doing that," said Justin, pulling himself up and then slamming down hard. Brian groaned.

"Doing what?" he asked innocently.

"Every fucking time you climb through my window, you make a goddamn crack about Dawson's Creek." Brian only responded by raising his eyebrow and sticking his tongue out. Justin leaned over and sucked it into his mouth. "So Brian," said Justin breathlessly as he leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "if I'm Dawson, does that make you Joey?"

"No," said Brian, pulling him closer to kiss him again as he ran his fingers through Justin's recently shampooed fluffy hair. "It makes me Pacey."

Justin smiled like a silly schoolgirl, then kissed him back with raw abandon. When his ass demanded more than the short, shallow thrusts that the position accorded them, Justin leaned himself back against Brian's knees which Brian had so thoughtfully brought up for him, and rode him hard. He raised himself up off of Brian's lap so that his cock rubbed against his prostrate, causing Justin to spill out unintelligible noises that probably sounded sexier in his head than out loud.

"Brian, please," he commanded more than asked. When Brian didn't comply, Justin grabbed his hand and moved it up to his leaking dick so they could both stroke it together. The next few seconds were a blur of blinding heat and unimaginable pleasure. Justin ground down on Brian's cock, while Brian seemed to regain some of his mojo and started thrusting his hips up in time to meet Justin's strokes.

"Oh fuck," Justin moaned as he felt his orgasm forming deep inside him. It seemed to pull out of everywhere, from his ass to his balls to the tip of his dick to the oxygen his cock was trying to steal from his brain. He thrust down hard once more and that was it. Brian was coming into the condom and he was spilling out everywhere, hot white spurts of cum that hit his chest and Brian's stomach, running slippery and slick over their fingers joined together.

Justin collapsed onto Brian's chest, their sweat and his cum mixing together between them as they panted heavily, coming down from the orgasmic high. Brian carefully pulled out of Justin's ass, removing the spent piece of latex from his dick, and had enough sense to tie it off before he aimed it at the trashcan. And missed.

"Shit, I ripped my shirt didn't I?" said Brian after Justin climbed off of him and help him up into the empty bed. Justin nodded. "I'm spending the night, aren't I?" he said, crawling under the covers without waiting for answer. His feet hung over the edge of the mattress and Justin smiled, realizing it was the first time Brian had ever come over, fucked him and not immediately peeled out of there the moment it was over. Justin slipped into the tiny bed, curling around Brian's body so he wouldn't fall off the edge, and pulled the covers over their spent and sated bodies.

In the morning Brian would probably bitch about his shirt, his back, the cuddling, and the fact that he had to face Debbie downstairs for breakfast and a lecture. But right now he was here and happy and lost in a hazy state of post-orgasmic bliss, and that made Justin love him even more. Even if he was too afraid to say it out loud, afraid that the words might be the tiny pin prick that burst the fragile bubble that surrounded them, a bubble that made him feel warm and wanted and protected.

"Justin?"

"Yeah Brian?" he asked, wondering if maybe something softer would spill from Brian's lips this time, something that he could cling onto when the world got rough and spun around a little too fast. He quietly stroked his tanned and muscled chest beneath his fingertips, drinking him in through his skin.

"Don't tell Joey. It's a secret," Brian whispered. Justin smiled. That was enough.

 
 
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qafcracked[info]qafcracked on June 8th, 2008 12:43 am (UTC)
YES!

I win! And it's three hours earlier.
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