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@ 2007-01-03 19:06:00
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Understated Gift
Written By: faile02
Timeline: Post Season 5, though with no real spoilers
Summary: Brian gives Justin the last gift he has to give.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Josh for beta-reading this, even though there is gay butt-sex and I know how much you hate that. Thanks also to Taryn, who will watch QaF with me, seeing as how she loves the gay sex enough to beta read this at 1 in the morning. Also, I wrote this in present tense, just to switch things up for myself a bit. I apologize if there are any missed tense shifts floating around in there.
“Justin.” One single word from Brian, and Justin comes to the tall figure standing in the alcove of the loft. The moon is high, casting a light through the huge window, setting the cigarette smoke aglow. Justin came from the bed, where he had been dozing, standing nude and unashamed as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.
Brian had pulled on old jeans hastily, leaving the top unbuttoned. Justin walks up behind Brian, sliding his arms around the smooth skin of Brian’s torso and tucking his hands under the soft fabric. Justin caresses the strong line of Brian’s pubic bone comfortingly and presses a kiss into Brian’s shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, knowing that whatever is on Brian’s mind will be shared when Brian is ready.
Leaning back into Justin’s embrace almost imperceptibly, Brian offers Justin a drag of his cigarette, letting the warmth of Justin’s skin leech into his. They don’t say anything; just standing together in the moonlight while Brian chain smokes. Eventually, the tension drains from Brian’s body, Justin now able to feel the slight shift in stance and the hardness under Brian’s jeans, a simple effect of being near each other. He takes a step to the side, leaning forward to trail a line of kisses up Brian’s neck, stopping at the place where Brian’s ear meets his jaw, sucking hard, the way Brian likes it.
Brian groans slightly before dragging Justin around to kiss him properly. His hand finds Justin’s neck, gripping tightly in a gesture Justin has learned means so many things, but always ends with ‘love.’ For half a moment, Brian pulls Justin’s entire body against his own before leading him to the bed.
Justin falls back with a grin, wrapping his legs around Brian’s waist and pulling him down with him. He slides his hands down Brian’s pants, cupping his ass with warm fingers and pushing Brian’s clothed cock against Justin’s nude one, the friction making Justin arch up. Brian growls and bites Justin’s neck before pulling himself away. Justin waits impatiently as Brian’s clothing disappears, touching as much of Brian as he can, missing him, but then Brian’s heat comes back, his warm, lean body sliding up and along Justin’s smooth skin.
Justin can feel the tension still in Brian’s muscles. He pushes one shoulder, guiding Brian on to his back. One hand gently massages Brian’s balls, carefully paying attention to each one, while his mouth, starting at the hollow of Brian’s neck, slowly presses warm, wet kisses, stopping only to lick and nip at Brian’s nipples, swirling around the peaked nubs of flesh, his tongue outlining Brian’s strong chest muscles, sucking at the firm flesh of Brian’s stomach, licking around the hollow of his belly button, kissing the line of hipbone, following it down to the base of Brian’s cock, all the while Brian’s hands fisting Justin’s hair.
By the time Justin finally makes it to Brian’s erection, he was squirming on the bed. Justin pauses for a moment, shifting into a more comfortable position and grinning at Brian. There is a glint of triumph in Justin’s grin, the knowledge that nobody has the same control over Brian’s body; that nobody knows it as well as Justin, and this makes him happy, making Brian happy as well. Seeing that grin makes the rest of Brian’s tension leave his body. A sense of calm envelopes him, though it might have been the sensation of Justin’s talented mouth wrapped around his cock. It doesn’t take long for Justin to bring Brian off. Years of experience and learning have taught Justin everything he needs to know in the sexual care of Brian Kinney. He knows that when Brian is stressed over something, that if he licks the tip of Brian’s cock just so, it will make the other man moan, and if Justin sucks at Brian’s balls while using one hand to put pressure on the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, Brian will buck up towards Justin’s mouth.
Justin’s goal is to get Brian off as quickly as possible, and he accomplishes this, enjoying the groan of release Brian makes, while relishing the taste of Brian’s come in his mouth. Justin swallows, kisses Brian’s belly, and then wiggles his way back to Brian’s side. Brian kisses him, the first thing he always does after a blow job, then they settle next to each other, Justin’s head in the crook of Brian’s arm. Though his own erection is present, Justin ignores it until he knows Brian has calmed down enough to take care of it properly. Besides, Justin thinks, he always liked just laying with Brian.
“Christmas at Debbie’s tomorrow.” Brian’s voice breaks the quiet. He fingers Justin’s hair, an old habit, one Justin can attribute to nervousness. Justin’s curious now.
“Mmhmm,” he responds, “I finished wrapping the gifts earlier. Gus is going to love that laptop.”
“Justin…” Brian stops, looks at the ceiling for a long moment, glances down at Justin, the sits up. He leans over the side of the bed, pulling out a manila envelope from a drawer in the night table. “Here. This is your gift.”
Justin’s eyebrows crinkle together as he takes the envelope from Brian’s hands. There’s nothing on the front to give it away, just Brian’s name on it, and a number. He glances up at Brian, who is looking everywhere but at Justin, and then breaks the seal. There are papers inside, and it takes Justin several moments to understand what he’s reading.
He doesn’t say anything, just sits up to place the papers carefully on the night stand. Then Justin straddles Brian’s hips and kisses him tenderly. “Are you sure?” he asks, the only question he can. Anything more and Brian is liable to bolt, and Justin doesn’t want that. Instead, he waits for Brian’s careful and steady nod and kisses him again. This time, the kiss is hard and hot, mouths sliding together in sudden anticipation for what they both know is coming.
Brian's hands are all over Justin's body, rubbing circles on heated flesh, his mouth following suit. Kisses on the mouth are rare, in the state they're both in, but when lips do meet, it's an explosion of pure heat. Justin's hands roam Brian's chest, over smooth muscles, carefully crafted in a gym, stretched over the taunt lines of Brian’s natural curvature. Excitement transforms sensation two-fold, leaving them gasping for breath.
Justin reaches, finding the lube in the mess next to them. He passes it to Brian, loving the feel of Brian’s fingers over his ass, the cool glide of gel between his cheeks. Brian’s fingers slip inside him, filling him. Justin breaths against Brian’s neck, mouthing him as Brian’s fingers slide in and out, opening him; making him ready.
Justin’s erection is almost painful now. He’s pressed against Brian’s body, letting the feel of one, then two, then three fingers fill him. Slowly he becomes used to the stretch, begins to ride with the movements, and then Brian’s fingers are gone, Justin sliding down the hardness of Brian’s naked cock. Surprise forces him down to the hilt in one smooth motion, shock startles him still.
“Justin.” Brian breathes out, an exhalation of air barely forming a word. Justin doesn’t respond; it’s all he can do to draw in a lungful of air, resting his forehead against Brian’s. Their eyes lock, and Justin offers a smile. Brian leans up and kisses him, and knows this moment means everything. More than words and rings and houses, the action of Brian’s cock filling Justin without a condom is the last step for them.
The sex is amazing. It always is with them. This time, though, every sensation is more potent, every action has more strength, every sigh and gasp and name uttered multiplies the emotions and feelings between them. When they come, Brian first, then Justin, Brian’s hand helping, it’s an explosion, years of waiting and anticipation released.
Afterwards, they lay together in bed, sweaty and come-covered, uncaring in their sticky states. Justin lays with his head on Brian’s chest, and Brian keeps his arms wrapped around Justin’s body. They trade lazy kisses and no words, until Justin looks at Brian.
“You didn’t have to. That didn’t matter to me anymore.”
“No,” Brian replies, “I did. Only you, Justin. It’s only ever you.”
The next morning at Debbie's, nobody would mention the glint of gold rings on fingers.