TITLE: Of Chest Monsters, Lists, and Midnight Assignations

AUTHOR (BETA): florida_minxie (sunshinyday5762)
WARNINGS: Other than the total and absolute lack of anything resembling plot? No.
A/N: Replaying Theme #10: Choose Your Own Adventure (Midnight, Office, Snowballing) for Theme #14: Amnesty Round at IJ's BJ_Action.. Huge thanks to the mods for the time extensions. Srsly.


Of Chest Monsters, Lists, and Midnight Assignations

by Minxie


It starts with the usual flirting, them teasing each other with touches and looks over a game of pool at Woody's, and then moving on to Babylon with the gang, drinking and dancing, grinding together until the early hours of the morning. All of it — every touch, every taste, every fucking look — is meant to build the tension between them, making the sex that much hotter when they finally stumble into the loft, stripping and groping their way to the bed.


Then someone happens to stare at Justin a fraction of a second too long, and Brian's chest monster — the streak of possessiveness that fuels Brian's long denied jealousy — rears its head.


He threads one hand through Justin's hair and, with the other at Justin's waist, he tugs, pulling until the small slip of air between them is gone and they're wrapped around each other, fused together from chest to thigh as they move with the beat echoing through Babylon.


And Brian sends a strong version of the Kinney Death Glare to the trick across the room.


Justin follows Brian's line of sight and chuckles. And when Brian's hand slips from Justin's waist to cup his ass, Justin's chuckle turns low and throaty. "Guess we're not waiting 'til we get home, huh?"


Brian arches a brow and casts another glare towards the trick. "I'm not fucking you here. Not now."


"I didn't say here." Justin rolls his hips, and rubs his dick against Brian's thigh, grinning when Brian's grip tightens and his body responds, pushing and undulating against Justin. "Just don't think we're gonna make it home."


"Probably not," Brian agrees with a shrug. Then Brian leans in and drags his tongue over Justin's neck and jaw, and hums, "Kinnetik's not that far away."


* * *

They stumble into Kinnetik at midnight, groping and stripping and Brian's thinking that buying the bathhouse was the best fucking idea he's ever had. Right behind taking Justin home and fucking him that first time.


And, as Justin hits his knees and starts mouthing Brian's dick, Brian adds teaching the boy how to give a proper blow job to the list. That had been a damn good idea too.


Justin holds nothing back. Ever. The boy doesn't know how to.


It's hot and wet and as fucking sloppy as giving head should be. Justin uses his tongue, slurping and sucking, and his hand is loosely grasping Brian's dick, jacking Brian off as much as he's sucking him off.


And then he drags his teeth lightly against Brian's dick and flicks his tongue against the cockhead, lapping up precome with groan.


"Justin." Brian tightens his fingers in Justin's hair and rocks his hips forward. His dick slides further into Justin's mouth, deep enough to bump against the back of his throat.


And then he does it again. And a-fucking-gain.


"Jesus."


Justin hums and sucks and, when he feels Brian's jerk, feels it harden just that much more, he pulls back, holds only the first couple of inches of Brian's dick in his mouth and he works the rest with his hand, and lets hot spurts of come splash his tongue and fill his mouth.


Before he can swallow, Brian growls, "Share, dammit," and, one hand still locked in Justin's hair, the other holding a shoulder, he drags Justin up the length of his body and crushes their mouths together.


Their tongues slide against each other, pushing come and saliva back and forth between them until it dribbles from the corners of their mouths and down and over their chins. And when they pull apart, panting and gasping for air, Brian follows the shiny trails, licks Justin's lips and jaw line, and then drops his head to Justin's shoulder and rubs, spreads the slick on his own face between them.


Minutes pass, their harsh breaths the only sound breaking the silence, and then, lips brushing over Justin's neck, Brian murmurs, "Fuck, that's hot."


"Good," Justin says with a smirk. He runs his hands from Brian's chest to his shoulder and then pushes Brian away and down. "Your turn to return the favor."



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