Re: Brian and John
"That's bullshit," he answered laughing. "Haven't you heard? Life is a bitch and then you die. You need to grab the good things before they fly away." If patience was a virtue, then he was the biggest sinner of them all, but then he liked that title anyway.
Brian shook his head. "You don't have to. You know that I won't answer if I don't feel like it. I'm a self centered ass, in case you had missed it."
He knew that they'd never had that, because John wasn't Justin. Hell, he wasn't anyone he'd ever met, but if he could create the fantasy for the two of them, then he would. "The game is as erotic as the fucking, I guess, although there's something invigorating about fucking in a backroom with the music so loud that it reverberates all inside you." He was practically dancing or fucking, either could be applied as he moved slowly with John, pulling him close, touching him, kissing him. "You can stroke anything you want." He smirked, before he kissed John hungrily, teeth scraping John's lip, until he could capture his lover's tongue and suck on it. There was no room for shyness or modesty, before he pulled back. "What's appropriate requires a lot less clothes and a lot more drinking, or... if you don't like the public displays, there's a bedroom. We can take advantage of it."