Re: Brian and John
"I'm pretty sure it is. You're a teenager after all," he pointed out. "Am I? You sure waited a long time before going for a ride." He nodded. "You do that. Sit back and enjoy the ride."
Brian laughed. "Maybe, but I'm not holding my breath." He reached for John's glass and put it on the nearest table, before returning to John and pulling him close. "You really can ruin the fun with all of these questions." Not that Brian was letting go or not answering. He just wasn't sure that John wanted to hear it here.
"It's not just visual. You're in a backroom. The music is loud, but you can still hear the moans, the grunting, the gasps. The lights are low, but you still can see asses flexing as they move, cocks slipping from red lips. You can smell sex all around you," he said softly, words mixed with random kisses over his jaw and lips. "If that weren't enough, you look up and you see someone looking your way, eyes hungry for more, and it's not visual, it's a fucking war, knowing who's better, who gets the most gorgeous guys, and watching you would be a rush, because I know that everyone would have their eyes on you, and then me, and there's no need for guns or threats, just a few looks and they'll know to back off, because you might be fucking someone else, but you'll come back to me. It's not even possession, it's more... ego," he admitted with a laugh.