Title: Layers

Author: sunshinyday5762

Beta: All praise to florida_minxie!

Theme or Prompt: Theme #14 – Amnesty (Theme #2 – Frottage w/Hair Play)

Warnings: Umm, we're all over 18, right?

Author’s Note: Standard disclaimer for the boys. All in fun. My first bj_action entry, so feedback helps. Greatly. Please and thank you!



Layers


Justin.


I hear the name and my cock hardens.


Justin.


I say the name and he comes to me, for me, with me.


His name conjures up so many thoughts in my head, so many urges, so many temptations.


I call him to me. He's close enough to touch now. His hair tempts me from a distance, and once he's near me, my left hand gravitates to his head, like an urge I can't resist and wouldn't anyway. I begin to card my fingers through his hair, my fingers tightening slowly as I bring him closer.


Close enough to breathe him in.


* * * *

My left hand still tangled in his hair, I slowly move my right hand to his hip. Just above the waistline where a sliver of skin shows. Yet another temptation of Justin. Another irresistible part of the puzzle that is Justin in my life.


His jeans will stay on for now, because this is all about temptation. About me tempting him. Because I can't be the only one this overwhelmed, this obsessed, this fucking turned on.


I palm his cock through his jeans and feel his heat, his length, his desire. So fucking hard for me. Because of me.


Pulling his hair to bring his body even closer, I work my thigh between his, my lower thigh resting just under his balls.


Skin, denim, denim, cotton, skin. I can see the band of his underwear just under the waist of his jeans. Christ.


He'll always look seventeen in those white cotton briefs. And the thought of him in just those briefs pushes me closer to the edge than I can afford to be now.


I will make this last.


* * * *

I begin gently rocking Justin on my thigh, twisting my left hand in his hair and then gripping with my right on his hip for leverage. He's totally under my control now, putty in my hands. His face flushes and his eyes darken. "Brian…" he murmurs.


"Justin." One word from me, and his breath hitches, skips, goes from orderly to random, from his control to mine.


I know he's listening, and his senses are all on full alert now. I've taken over his sight, his mind, his thoughts, his touch.


His face is so amazing when he's turned on like this. So expressive. I can read his arousal in every part of his body. He responds to my every movement. As I move him up and down my thigh, his sighs become pleas. Asking me for more. Wanting more. But not today, not now. He'll come just like this, when I tell him, right in his jeans.


I lean down and cover his lips in a kiss. Taking his tongue in my mouth, and continuing to push against his groin with my leg, his movements turn frantic. He grasps my arms with both hands, pulling closer to me. Up and down. Harder, faster, stronger. Oh, he's close all right. So close, I can smell it.


* * * *

I'm ready now, ready for him to come for me. "Justin, tell me what you want."


He grunts, gasps, catches his breath again. Against my neck he murmurs, "I want to come, Brian. Please."


That's it. I can't hold back now, and the heat between my thigh and his groin is palpable. I'm no longer moving my leg, just grinding against his cock and balls. Taking every last bit of breath he has. Molding my left hand to the back of his head so I can move his mouth exactly where I want it.


"Now, Justin," I murmur against his lips. "For me."


His arms go around me and he's grinding, grinding, Christ, pushing so hard — and he stills, so tense around me.


"Brian," he sighs again into my neck, the only sound I need to hear as his hot come spills inside his jeans.


Even through the layers, I can feel the heat and wetness of his pleasure, proof of his desire.


* * * *

Justin.


This fucking amazing man who does things to me I didn't think possible, makes me feel things I didn't think I'd ever feel.


Makes me want.