InsaneJournal

Graphic Number 5: "Vacation"
Title: Vacation
Author: testdog65
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: R
Author's notes:Thank you to the artist and to my beta.
Graphic: #5 by LJ's lego_4ever




"Ow." Justin's sudden yelp startled Brian out of the light doze he'd been drifting in a minute earlier. He thought about getting up, but the sun was warm and he was too relaxed to do more than turn his head in Justin's general direction. Except…

"Hey, I could use a beer out here."

Brian waited, absorbing the sun like a cat and thinking only of cold glass dripping with condensation and the feel of icy liquid sliding down his suddenly dry throat. After another minute, and no sign of beer, he thought a reminder might be in order.

"Still thirsty out here." Moments later, Brian felt the heat dissipate slightly as a shadow covered the sun. He cracked open one eye and lifted his sunglasses enough to see that the culprit was Justin. Brian frowned when he realized that the bottle Justin was holding wasn't a beer.

"I'm not your fucking slave, Brian. Jesus Christ, if you want a beer, maybe you could, you know, get off your lazy ass and get it yourself."

But Brian's brain had stopped processing after "fucking slave" and he smiled lopsidedly at the memory of last night.

"I seem to recall a rather willing slave boy and… Ow." But Brian's yelp was met with as little sympathy as Justin's had been earlier. He reached out and picked up the plastic bottle that Justin had dropped on his chest.

"What the fuck?" Brian grumbled, but Justin was pushing him off the lounge chair and positioning himself facedown in the now empty space. Brian stood somewhat groggily, holding the mystery bottle and puzzling over the sudden loss of his place. Then a slow, lazy smile crept over his face as he realized that Justin was lying ass-up and had even been considerate enough to bring the lube. Only…

"Um, Justin. You grabbed the wrong bottle. Unless you want me to fuck you with," he squinted at the label. "Soothing, cooling, 100% natural aloe vera skin relief gel?" Brian's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out how Justin could have made such an obvious mistake. Justin huffed impatiently and then wriggled his ass.

"You're not fucking me with it. It's for my skin, asshole."

"What's wrong with the skin of your asshole," asked Brian, still trying to reason why Justin couldn't have grabbed him a beer on his way out to the terrace.

Justin gave an exasperated sigh before turning to glare at Brian. It's not my asshole, you asshole. It's my ass. As in the skin of my ass. And since it's all your fault, you might as well start making it up to me by rubbing some of that stuff on it."

Justin flopped back down on the chair and waited, wriggling a little bit to try and keep Brian's attention. But the hot sun and vacation mentality might have been a bit too much for Brian this early in the morning. Or afternoon. Or… Brian thought about checking a clock for the time. Or even a calendar for the day. But he lost the thought as Justin shifted below him, and he decided that 100% natural anything was probably OK to use as lube, and Justin's ass was right there, and it had been at least four hours, and…

"Brian, would you hurry the fuck up. I didn't put any sunscreen on yet, and at this rate, I'll be burned to a crisp before you actually smear that stuff on."

Finally the effects of the sun wore off enough for Brian to wrap a few brain cells around the events of the last five minutes, and as he popped the top on the bottle and sat down on the edge of the chair to carry out Justin's orders, he asked, "How did you even manage to sunburn your ass? I'm pretty sure I haven't let it see the light of day long enough for that to happen." Brian smirked when Justin sucked in a breath as the cool gel hit his reddened and sensitive skin.

"It's not sunburn. It's beardburn. And I swear there will be no more rimming until after you shave that thing off." Brian was about to say something when Justin continued. "And no more blowjobs either." Brian lost his train of thought after that, and couldn't do anything more than rub the slick lotion over the smooth, pink skin of Justin's ass.

After a few minutes, and a lot more purposeful wriggling and squirming on Justin's part, Brian leaned down close and whispered in his ear, "I'll shave it off now." He gave a final caress and started to stand up. But Justin's hand caught his wrist and pulled him back down.

"Maybe later. I think you missed a spot."

Brian settled himself back on the chair as he dribbled another healthy amount of gel from the bottle, watching as it made a slow, glistening path down the crack of Justin's ass where he followed it with his fingers.