RIDING IN CARS WITH BOYS Title: Riding in Cars with Boys Written by:sunshinyday5762 Timeline: Gapfiller between Season 1 Episode 3 and Episode 4. Theme: In Cars. Author’s Note: Title taken from the movie "Riding in Cars with Boys." No infringement intended. And this story obviously has nothing whatsoever to do with the movie, but it has our boys riding in a car, so it works.
"Is he going to do it with both of them?" Daphne sounds amazed.
"He can do anything he wants." Oh shit. I sound like I'm whining. Enough of this.
"What are you doing?" Daphne's voice is already fading, drowned out by the music.
That’s it. I’ve seen enough for tonight. I want Brian, and I’ll just have to take Daphne’s advice and show him that I'm what he wants. That I’m worth a second chance.
That I’m more than just a one-time fuck.
As I head down the stairs towards the dance floor and start to unbutton my shirt, I feel powerful. And sexy. My shirt is off, tossed to the side. What a fucking rush! The heat here on the dance floor is palpable. All these guys want me, but my eyes are focused on what I want: Brian.
Glitter rains down. Let’s Hear it for the Boy plays in the background. How perfect is that for me to make my entrance?
I know how hot I look. I know how many eyes are on me now that I’m moving on the dance floor. I use that, all of the appreciative looks, to push the last piece of self-doubt away.
I make eye contact with Silver Shirt. Flirt shamelessly. It works, he's actually moving over here to me now. I feel so fucking powerful.
I’ll make him see me again. I’ll make Brian notice me.
This guy I’m dancing with is so fucking hot. Not like Brian, of course, but fucking hot. And he’s touching me… his hands on my stomach and my hips, such strong hands. And there’s Tattoo Guy with his bare chest, mmm, sliding right up behind me. Running his hands up and down my thighs, up and down my arms.
I’m right in the middle between the two men Brian Kinney thought he had tonight. But I’m young and so fucking hot, these men want me instead. If I can't get Brian's attention alone, maybe taking these other guys away from him will make a difference.
There are arms coming down to separate me from my dance partners, like a barricade saying hands off.
He chose me. He came after me. He’s come to take what he wants, and what he wants is me. Here, now, tonight.
In front of everyone, he chose me. Again.
How many men can say Brian Kinney wanted them twice?
We’re dancing and it is so hot and like nothing I’ve ever felt. He’s licking me, running his tongue up my neck. Chest to chest and dick to dick.
Holyfuckingshit. He’s doing it again, running his tongue from my chest up my neck. Tasting me. Marking me. So fucking hot. And I’m so hard… and yes!
Those lips. Kissing me. Staking his claim on the dance floor at Babylon.
I wrap my arms around Brian; he knows why I came here, why I did what I did.
He picks me up and holds me around the waist, above the mass of hot bodies, and he smiles.
At me. For me.
I'm the luckiest 17-year-old in Pittsburgh. Fuck that. The luckiest anywhere.
"Follow me, Justin. Now." Brian issues a command, and I know better than to say anything yet. I don’t want him changing his mind. I just smile and follow Brian out the door of Babylon.
Once we’re in the Jeep, I figure it’s safe to at least speak to him. I know we don’t have much time before we get to the loft. I better say my piece now.
"Brian…" I start quietly, almost afraid of his reaction.
"Justin, what exactly did you think you were doing in there?" Brian's piercing gaze focuses on me instead of the road. He drops his hands from the steering wheel and, in the silence of the parked car, glares at me. The look, the words, the tone all tell me he really is annoyed.
Not the reaction I was expecting once we were alone. "What?"
"Putting on that show just for me, in front of everyone in Babylon? You don’t know what you’re up against, Justin. You have no idea." He seems like he's shaking his head at me, thinking I'm just some little kid who has no idea what he's doing.
"I just…" and before I can get another word out, I've made up my mind. Fuck making excuses. Truth is, the second I unbuttoned my shirt I had decided.
I’m feeling braver by the second. I know he wants me, in spite of his words, in spite of the look on his face.
I can see how hard he is through his jeans. I place my hand over Brian’s crotch and add some pressure to my grasp, and yes, fuck yes, there it is. Target sighted, my ass.
Not his heart, I won’t get that. But I’ll get his dick. And it's hard, he's hard, all because of me.
"You just what? You just assumed. Too much. This what you want?" He puts his hand over mine, pushes his dick up into my palm. His voice is getting deeper, the arousal obvious in more than his straining crotch. "You want me to fuck you again, Justin? Want to feel my cock inside your tight little ass again?"
He sounds almost conflicted, like he's fighting what he's feeling. And that means it's more than the need to fuck. Time to go in for the kill.
"I want to touch you, Brian. I want to taste you. Now."
Before he has a chance to stop me, I begin popping open the buttons of his jeans. Brian’s eyebrows go up; I think I actually surprised him. It’s only been a week, but I lost a lot of inhibitions in the past seven days. Most of them in the first night alone.
Brian settles himself in the seat, adjusting. His buttons are all undone now and I can see his cock. Hot, hard, pulsating. I grasp it in my hand firmly, licking my lips in anticipation. I can almost taste him and I haven’t even touched my lips to it yet.
As I lean my head down to his lap, he places his right hand between my shoulder blades gently. "Brave young man, aren’t you? What do you think you’re going to do there?"
His voice sounds like he doesn't think I'm up to this, but his hand on my back tells me this is just what he wants, what he expects me to do.
Before he can say another word, I take the head of his cock into my mouth. This is what I was born to do apparently, because nothing has ever felt so right between my lips.
I lick the head of his cock, running my tongue over and over the slit.
This is where I belong. I can't help the sounds I'm making. This is my flavor, my poison, my addiction. His cock fills my mouth and it's like something primal takes over.
Brian’s hand is running up and down my back the whole time, the motion continuous. Like he’s petting me. Encouraging me.
"That’s it, Justin. Suck my cock. Take it all in."
God, when he talks like that I think he knows how I’ll react. I open my mouth and take more of him in, as much as I can. And I fucking love it.
Honestly, I was born to suck Brian’s cock.
My nose is nestled in Brian’s pubic hair, and I’m just swallowing around the head of his cock. He's taken over all my senses.
He's all I smell, the smell of heat, of want. Basic. Earthy.
He's all I taste. Sweat. My tongue memorizes his flavor.
He's all I see. I open my eyes and glance at his face, briefly releasing his cock from my lips. His head has fallen back against the headrest and his mouth is open; I know that the only thing on his mind is what I'm doing.
He's all I feel. Soft and velvety yet hard as steel. Wiry hairs. Wet heat. His hips lifting slightly to push every bit of himself in my mouth.
He's all I hear. His breathing speeding up, coming in gasps. His pleasure. I'm hearing him lose control. And with the sounds he’s making, I feel like I’m going to come right here in my pants.
Brian’s hand comes up my neck and into my hair. As I bring my head up, Brian gently applies pressure to the back of my head with his right hand just at the base of my skull.
"Don’t pull off all the way, Justin. Keep sucking. You’re doing it. Suck my cock, Justin. You said you want to touch me." Brian's speech is broken, the fragments revealing he's losing some of his precious control. "Want to taste me. Want me to come in your perfect fucking mouth."
His right hand is still on my head, and now he’s giving me his full concentration. He can't control himself, but he's in control of this blow job. Guiding me, showing me how to do it just the right way. Talking me through every step.
"Use your tongue, Justin. Along the underside of my cock. Press it harder, just below the head. Yeah, right there… How the hell does a kid like you know how to suck cock like this?"
I’m doing it! I’m sucking Brian Kinney’s cock, in the car, on the side of the road. He thought he didn’t want me a second time, but he was so wrong. I’ve made sure he wants me tonight.
And now that I've done it once, I know I can do it again.
Up and down, over and over, I’m giving it my everything. Using my tongue like Brian said. My lips. My hands.
Fuck. Brian's close. His thigh muscles tense. The pressure on the back of my head increases. His breath seems to catch in his throat. I wrap my lips around his cock and suck as I’m bobbing on his dick, using my hand around the base to increase the friction. Good thing the top’s not down or everyone around would hear us.
Brian tenses up, grunts, and then fuck yes, there it is, hot salty come sliding down my throat. Yes, my reward. The taste I'd been waiting for.
I lick Brian clean and he tucks himself back in his pants. He gives me a satisfied smirk.
"Well, I guess you’ve earned something after a performance like that." And he's starting the engine, finally pulling onto the road heading toward the loft.
If this is what happens in the car, I can’t wait for round two in bed.