testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-06-03 18:06:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: The Remembrance of a Long Ago Night
Written By: randysgirl_645
Timeline: Post season 5
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Justin remember the best night of his life.
Author's Notes: This story marks my 20th fic. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks to my beta shadownyc for her help :D
He helps me put my luggage in the trunk of the corvette. It’s been a month since we’ve seen each other. He can’t stop touching me, kissing me. I return the kisses with just as much hunger and desperation to have any piece of him touching me, loving me. We can’t stop smiling at each other, knowing that this time I’m staying here in Pittsburgh for good. There won’t be anymore of that ache in my heart every time I leave him and I know although he won’t say it because some things don’t change he feels the same way.
We’re on our way to the loft; we decided that the manor wasn’t us and that the loft, although it harbors some bad memories, there are also a lot of very good memories. We are thinking however of selling the ’vette and buying another more spacious car.
“So fucked any hot guys as a farewell to New York?” he smirks.
I smile back, “A couple but none compare to you.”
“Of course, I’m the master,” he says proudly.
I roll my eyes, fidgeting with the radio. I land on an oldies station. The singer is crooning, “So darling save the last dance for me—”
“Change that!” Brian tells me firmly.
I look at him with a what-the-fuck look but suddenly it all hits me. I flash back to my 17 year old self dancing with Daphne, having fun. The flash back is brief but I remember feeling happy to have Daphne back as my friend. I start to remember Brian showing up looking handsome in his tux, I remember feeling elated and shocked at seeing him there.
As the memories go from black and white, choppy quality to Technicolor digitally enhanced I start to remember dancing to the song that was just playing in the radio, I remember the song’s name now “Save the Last Dance For Me,” we were amazing on the dance floor, I felt invincible.
I vividly remember the kiss that Brian and Daphne tried to describe to me when I had just moved in with Brian after the bashing. I remember feeling pulled into the kiss returning it with every bit of force that I had. Every memory and all of the emotions of that long ago night return to me as if the bat that had bashed them out was finally doing justice by bashing them back in.
“Justin!” Brian is yelling at me. I realize that he has pulled to the side of the road.
“I remember everything, Brian.” Tears are running down my face, “I remember you dancing with me, kissing me in front of everyone.”
He looks at me, unbuckles his seat belt and hugs me tightly. I cling to him, my tears falling on his shoulders.
“Shit, I thought I would never remember it; that Chris Hobbes had stolen that moment forever.” I mumble against his shoulder.
I compose myself and wipe my tears because I‘m not some silly fag that cries, he lets go of me.
We’re both silent for a long time, “I should never have gone.” He breaks the silence, his voice struggling to maintain a false calm.
“I thought you didn’t do regrets.” I tell him with a little bit of resentment.
“Maybe if I hadn’t been there he wouldn’t have hit you with the bat.” He’s gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“He was fucked up. If you hadn’t been there it could’ve been worse. I could be dead right now,” I say.
He closes his eyes tightly and his knuckles turn white from the powerful grip he has on the steering wheel.
“I wouldn’t know what to do.” He whispers it.
“It’s okay, I’m alive thanks to you. You gave me the best night of my life.” I smile at him.
“I still think it was ridiculously romantic.” He smiles weakly as he opens his eyes and I can see the love he has for me all there.
I lean towards him, I have the urge to have his mouth against mine, kissing me. It’s a deep hungry kiss. We’re both panting when we pull apart. He puts the car in drive and I assume we’re going to the loft but we end up at an empty parking lot. The sun is setting, and I feel like drawing the image of us in this parking lot looking at the sun set.
“What are we doing here?” I ask.
“I can’t wait until we get to the loft, I need to be in you right now.” He kisses the profile of my ear and shivers run down my spine.
I turn around and face him, we kiss once more this time more slowly but just as passionately as our last kiss. He pulls back his seat as far as he can. I move over to his seat and straddle him. We’re grinding against each other, letting the friction build. He’s kissing my neck while my hands discover the skin underneath his shirt as they travel up and down his firm torso.
He takes my shirt off, I lean back against the steering wheel while he kisses my chest. I moan when he pinches my nipples. His touch marks me, claims me. I take off his shirt, lean down to kiss his neck. His cologne infiltrating my nostrils, I love his smell. There is never enough of his smell, his taste, his touch, his love. I want him inside me. I want to feel the burn of his cock stretching me.
“Brian fuck me.” I moan as he kisses my neck.
He motions for me to get a condom and the lube from the passenger side glove compartment. I twist my body so that I can reach the compartment grabbing only the condom and not the lube.
He raises his eyebrow, “I want to feel it, feel you stretching me, pounding into me.” I whisper it seductively and I can feel his arousal.
I return to my seat for a brief moment so that I can remove my pants. He pushes his pants down to his knees. I return to straddle his lap, as he rolls the condom on. Then he licks two fingers and pushes them inside my hole, preparing me. I’m moaning by the time I feel his dick inside me.
He starts thrusting upwards as I push my hips down. It’s rough, fast, full of love, desire, fear of losing each other. My hands clutch his back. His hands are on my hips guiding my movements.
“So tight, so hot,” he grunts as he thrusts upwards.
“Fuck Brian.” I moan as I push my hips up and down wanting more of his dick in me.
He changes his angle so that he hits my prostate on every other stroke. I’m riding him hard, my hair sticks to my forehead with sweat; my whole body is in overdrive. My head keeps hitting the roof and my back will have a bruise from the steering wheel digging into it. None of that matter though, only the sensation of his cock up my ass.
He has his eyes closed and is thrusting upwards into me with the same vigor and passion as I’m riding him. We’re both in our own world, where nothing matters, only this feeling, this connection.
“Don’t ever want to lose you.” He whispers it hoarsely against my ear.
“You won’t.” I tell him. It’s true he won’t lose me not if I have anything to say about it. He is it for me. I kiss him to prove it.
I can feel my orgasm coming and I know he is close too. I start jerking myself off in time to his thrusts. He continues hitting my prostate on every thrust. A few more strokes of my hand and I’m coming all over his stomach and chest, I scream out, “I love you.” My orgasm triggers his as my ass clenches around his dick.
He thrusts a few more times before coming into the condom. He whispers, “I love you too” against my ear.
We both rest a few minutes before I disengage myself from his dick I pull my pants on and he removes the condom and disposes of it in a convenient trash bag he has for these types of occasions. I return to my seat and finish dressing.
“Fuck that was hot.” I say, “You know how we were thinking of selling the ‘vette and buying another car?”
“Uh huh?” He raises his eyebrow waiting for me to continue.
“Let’s not do that anymore, I can see why you’re so attached to the car. How about we buy another car?” I tell him.
“You‘re such a slut for car sex you know that Sunshine,” he teases and smirks smugly. “We’ll look at some cars tomorrow but now let’s go home so that I can fuck you properly.”
“Shut up. You like to fuck in the car just as much as I do.” And then I tease him, “Such a gentleman.”
“With a hot ass like yours damn right I do.” He dramatically shudders, “If I become that type of fag who opens the door for you, who does gentleman shit like that then you have my permission to leave my ass,” all the while buckling my seatbelt.
I just roll my eyes. My stomach alerts me that I haven’t fed it. Brian laughs knowing that I’m hungry. Asshole.
“We have food in the loft. Lindsay and Debbie put a lot of unhealthy shit in the refrigerator while Gus was staying with me,” he informs me. Mel and Lindsay and the children had come for a weekend visit last week. Gus stayed with Brian Friday night through Saturday afternoon, I spoke with Gus briefly that Saturday.
We drive out of the parking lot into the main road towards the loft. We make small talk on the way there. I ask about Kinnetik and he asks me about the next show I have. I might not be living in New York but I still plan on showing some of my paintings to the galleries there now that I’m better known.
We finally reach the loft and I have never been so happy to see it. It’s so good to be home.
The End.