TWAT Title: Twat Written By:u223501 Timeline: Post 513 Author’s Notes: I would like to thank positive_pat for betaing this for me!
Justin POV
As I step from the confines of our cabana onto the smooth, hot sand, I know immediately that my opportunity for revenge is at hand.
Though he has come out on top during the last few pranks, I am certain that this time I have the cock in the condom…so to speak: Brian…soundly sleeping face down on a lounge chair, wearing only his swim trunks.
I quietly walk over and sit on the chair positioned next to him…I assume meant for me, though he would never admit to such a lesbionic gesture. An old Brian *fucking* Kinney hang up I still absolutely adore.
Noiselessly uncapping my sunscreen, SPF 45 to his mere tanning oil, I smile. And silently giggle. And hope that this works. Squirting some onto my fingers, I gently put my plan into action.
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A few hours later…
Brian POV
Fuck! I roll over and shield my eyes with my hand. I’m coated with a sheen of sweat and know I have been in the sun much longer than I had wanted.
Glancing to my right, I notice Justin laying next to me, almost completely covered by clothes and towels, the warm sun touching only an inch of his pale chest where his shirt is open.
There’s a bottle of water sitting in the sand between us with a few pieces of ice still floating on top, which tells me he hasn’t been there very long. Unable to resist temptation, I quietly get up, grab the bottle, twist the top open and unceremoniously dump the cold contents onto his shirt.
“What the fuck,” he yells, jerking his body up off the chair and staring at me as if I suddenly grew two heads.
I smirk and plant my tongue in my check while trying to smother the laugh making its way up my throat. I turn to run, knowing the blue eyes currently burning holes through me will quickly follow.
After a few lazy strides, I turn back and laugh,
“Thought you could use a little refreshment, Sunshine.”
Expecting to find him relatively close behind me, I’m surprised to see that he is still standing in the same place by his chair, bent over and body shaking with…laughter? Suddenly I hear it,
“Twat!”
I stop running and glance quickly to my right to see a suntanned jock strolling down the beach, grinning stupidly in my direction. Twat? I decide to ignore him…not my type and besides, having finally decided to take a vacation with Justin, I am only interested in what his ass has to offer. His ass that is still standing by the chair…fucking laughing.
“What the fuck Justin? Get your ass down here and lets go for a swim,” I yell, stepping ankle deep into the warm ocean water.
“Hey twat.”
Again, I hear someone’s voice, filled with mirth, addressing me with the term of endearment solely reserved for Justin.
I look over and see a tall, lithe brunette smiling at me.
“Fuck you,” I bark at him, and he just laughs and walks off shaking his head in apparent amusement.
I turn and look for Justin again, and see that he is making his way toward me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Brian,” he says as he gets close, “Brian, wait up!”
When he gets within striking distance, I reach out and grab his neck, pulling his ear to my mouth and whisper,
“Any idea why the fuck I keep getting called twat? Twat.”
He breaks out into uncontrollable laughter and gives me his patented Sunshine smile as he pulls back to look at me. Fucker knows I can’t resist that damn grin of his, especially when it creeps up into his eyes.
He opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted by another “twat” being hurled in my general direction, which causes him to erupt into a third round of hysterics.
This time I don’t bother looking for the culprit, but instead stare at Justin and give him my best Brian Kinney *what the fuck* eyebrow raise.
He finally stops laughing just long enough to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me flush against his warm skin; the wet shirt having been carelessly discarded on his chair earlier.
He stares at me for a minute and struggles with another round of giggles as he says,
“Because Brian, it is tanned on your back.”
And then he slowly runs his fingers across my lower back.
“Whaaa…” I stammer, struggling to comprehend his statement and action.
“You really should be more careful about falling asleep in the sun. Luckily though, you have me. And I thought you could use a little sunscreen.”
Finally, the result of his apparent mischief dawns on me.
I lean down and bite his ear lobe which results in a small yelp immediately smothered by a groan as I soothingly lick the sensitized skin in mock apology.
“Your ass is mine…hour for every fucking hour it takes me to get rid of it in the tanning booth,” I growl as I grab his ass and start walking us back towards our cabana.
Justin grins and turns his head in for a very long, very wet kiss that quickly erases all thoughts of sunscreen and errant suntans from my mind.
Somehow, I suspect that was his plan all along…clever.fucking.little.devil.