|xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_challenges,|
@ 2007-11-17 00:10:00
"What's with the hat?"
Brian looked up at Ted with a wry smile from where he was standing against the light post. "Justin gave it to me. Said it would keep my head warm. You know how he is right now," Brian said while waving his hand around and not finishing the sentence.
"I think it's a good idea," Michael said. "It's really fucking cold." Michael emphasized the point by jumping up and down.
"Well I think it's cute," Emmett said matter-of-factly.
Brian scowled at the group and pulled the knit cap further down over his hair. Truth be known, he put it on to make Justin happy when he left the loft even though he never did anything to make people happy and was thinking about taking it off outside when he realized it was probably too late as he, no doubt, already had procured hat hair.
"I'm amazed you're wearing the thing. You know you'll get hat hair, doncha?" Ted asked, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile.
"Never crossed my mind," Brian said flippantly.
"Well, I for one think it's sweet the way he's been taking care of you. Making you eat chicken soup...nursing you back to health...the hat," Emmett said while pointing to Brian's head as if Brian had forgotten it was there.
"I lost a ball, Emmett. 'M not sick," Brian mumbled.
Just as Brian was starting to wonder why he ever put the damn thing on his head, Justin and Ben showed up, the former looking up and smiling at Brian.
Oh, yeah. Now he remembered.
"It's a good thing you two showed up. Me in this hat with these three? Someone could mistake us for the Monkees."
"Oh I loved that show," Emmett said dreamily.
"Who're the Monkees?" Justin asked.
Ted sighed. "Everyone knows who the Monkees are!"
"Sorry. Remember," Justin said trying not to laugh, "I wasn't born in the fifties like you."
"Yeah, well...hey!" Ted exclaimed indignantly. Everyone turned as one when they heard Justin squealing as Brian manhandled him.
"Hey! No groping here," Ted said. Ted watched as Brian paid him no mind and continued with his fondling. "What are you? The lost muppet, Groper?"
In his best Cookie Monster voice, Brian said, "ohhh what do we have here? Cookies!" as he slid his hand down Justin's pants.
Justin swatted Brian's hand away while laughing.
"Wearing a knit cap and doing muppet impressions, you sure you're not sick?" Ted queried while shaking his head back and forth.
"Well I think it's sweet," Emmett cooed.
"Would you please shut the fuck up!" Brian scowled as he returned to the task of devouring Justin's ear.
"Come on you two," Michael said while leaning back on Ben. "You can fuck Justin after we go to Babylon."
"Who's to say I won't be the one fucking Brian tonight?" Justin said while smiling. What was even more shocking to the group was that Brian smiled back.
Ted scoffed. "I think all that groping has gone to the young lad's brain."
"What? Are you saying," Justin started and then stopped. "You think he tops me all the time?"
"Come on Justin," Michael started. "I mean...Ben, help me here," Michael whispered behind him.
"You're on your own on this one."
"All I'm saying is that every gay man likes to," Ben paused while thinking over his words, "be on the receiving end every once in awhile."
"So you mean?" Michael started. "Do you...?"
"Not now Michael," Ben said in his Professor voice.
"You know, it's true," Emmett said while shaking his head in agreement.
"Emmett...you?" Michael gasped.
"Can we not go there right now?" Brian asked.
"Okay, fine. So Justin tops. We know he does," Michael said. "But Brian? Brian?" Michael said as he looked at Brian.
"It happens," Brian shrugged. "It's all about the giving and receiving and isn't that what Christmas is all about?" Brian said sarcastically.
Michael looked on incredulously at Brian. "Christmas is long gone."
"Oh for Godsake Michael!" Justin scoffed. "You can't believe that sometimes we go home and that I fuck Brian against the counter top?!" Justin had dragged the word 'fuck' out to emphasize his point.
"Okay, way too much information," Ted said.
Ben laughed at that moment.
"Ben?" Justin asked, his head tilted to the side.
"Sorry. It's just," Ben started and then stopped while taking in a deep breath. He then started to chuckle again. "I mean, come on. Okay look, it's about physics," Ben said as he started holding his hands out to the side as if he were balancing lunch trays. He then put his hands down when everyone looked at him in confusion. "You know, physics. I mean," Ben said while blushing slightly. "Okay, it's just funny. I mean you're much shorter," Ben continued as he looked at Justin. "Which is to say, Brian is just much taller and...I'm burying myself, aren't I?"
"Six feet under," Justin nodded. "So if I'm to understand you correctly," Justin said while Brian came up behind him and rested his chin atop Justin's head thereby proving Ben's point even further, "you're saying there's no physical way I could top Brian against the countertop because I'm shorter than him."
"In essence, yes," Ben nodded.
"We improvise," Brian said while smiling. "Now let's start walking. Babylon awaits."
"Yeah, here we come, walking down the street," Ted mumbled.
Later on that night, after Babylon, at the loft...
A very drunk Justin was pushed inside while being kissed thoroughly by an equally drunk Brian. "Um...Brian...you...me...the counter," Justin moaned while leading Brian to the aforementioned counter.
Brian stopped in his tracks. "You weren't kidding earlier tonight. You want to fuck me...here...now." Brian looked on puzzled and then smirked. "You feeling a little insecure Sunshine."
"Mmmm...just horny and I wanna fuck something," Justin moaned again while trapping Brian against the counter.
Brian smiled and leaned down to come into contact with Justin's dazed eyes. "Well than you better go get the thing."
"Oh yeah," Justin smiled, "the thing." Justin planted one more kiss on Brian's lips and walked away. "Now don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," Justin said as he headed toward the windows.
"Justin...bathroom's through the bedroom," Brian droned.
"When did that happen?" Justin asked in wonderment.
Obviously Brian wasn't as drunk as Justin. Brian started to take his shirt off when he heard Justin's swearing and cursing coming from the bathroom. "Justin?" Brian called out.
"Brian!" Justin yelled when he came through the bedroom carrying a stool. Justin held the stool up to Brian's face. The stool had a sun with a happy face on the top and the word SUNSHINE printed under it. "This was under the sink. That wasn't the last place I put it!" Justin said waving the stool in Brian's face once again.
"Oh yeah, Lindsay came by with Gus today. He must've used it to wash his hands at the sink," Brian finished with a leer and then leaned into Justin for a kiss so they could continue with what they were doing before.
Justin stepped back. "Gus used the stool?!? My stool?"
"Yes. But I'm pretty sure he didn't use your toothbrush though so what's the big deal? You're obviously quite territorial of the thing. Maybe you should pee on it next time. Now come here," Brian said while he grabbed Justin around the waist and pulled him toward him. He placed a few light kisses along Justin's throat and moved up the column and engulfed his ear. "Come on."
"Sorry Brian," Justin moaned as he tilted his head back giving Brian better access. "It's just...the stool...I mean...I don't care that Gus used it....mmmm...it's just...it's weird."
"Yeah, I got that," Brian whispered as he attacked Justin's lips. "Put the stool down and fuck me."
"How can I refuse," Justin said with a leering smile. After having divested each other's clothing, and some more kissing and groping and teasing and tickling and preparing, Justin climbed onto the stool positioned behind Brian, snapped a condom on and slowly lined his cock up to Brian's entrance.
"Mmmmm...just fuck me already," Brian moaned, bracing himself against the counter.
Justin bit Brian's ear and smiled. "You know, I wouldn't need this thing if you didn't have such a kink about getting fucked against the counter." Justin pushed himself into Brian's prepared passage, eliciting a moan from both men.
"Oh yeah...right there," Brian gasped. Got this felt good! It wasn't often that he bottomed for anyone but Ben's words kept ringing through his head. It was true. He did want it.
And who better than someone he trusted implicitly.
Not to mention the fact that Justin was damn good at it too.
Too bad he had to use the stool though. Ben got that one right. It was physically impossible for Justin to fuck Brian against the counter.
"I'm gonna fuck you...gonna fuck you good," Justin grunted dirtily while thrusting into Brian relentlessly.
"Such dirty talk coming from someone standing on a kiddy stool with a sunny happy face," Brian smiled and then bit back a moan as Justin fucked him harder.
"Not my fault you're so freakishly tall," Justin gasped out as Brian squeezed his inner muscles.
"Not my fault...my partner had...to be so short," Brian got out while he bit his lip as Justin hit that little bundle of nerves.
Justin stopped for the briefest of seconds while he took in what Brian had just said.
He then continued thrusting, a smile on his face as he bit down on Brian's shoulder.
Brian thrust back to meet each one of Justin's, reveling in the pleasure he was receiving. Brian knew what he had said.
He used the 'P' word.
And it was true. And he knew Justin knew what he had said. And Justin probably knew that Brian knew that Justin knew what he had said.
And that was another one of the many reasons why he lov...liked having Justin around. Because even when Justin knew that Brian knew, he didn't throw it in Brian's face. He let Brian think he didn't know even though he knew that Brian knew.
And of course, all the 'he knew's' in the world went right out of Brian's head as Justin repeatedly hit Brian's prostrate on each thrust.
"Oh...cumming," Brian gasped out. And he did with a loud grunt and moan, followed closely by a thrusting and shaking and shuddering Justin.
"Mmmm...Brian...that was," Justin panted out.
"Yeah. Yeah," Brian said while leaning against the counter, sweat starting to drip all over the granite, an equally sweaty and sticky Justin behind him. Justin stepped down off the stool and bent down to pick it up. He looked at the stool and then up at Brian, who was raising one eyebrow in question.
They both looked down at the stool and then laughed.
For today was the day that Gus had unknowingly discovered Justin's Sunshine Topping Stool.
BTW, here is a picture of the Monkees in case you were wondering:
Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the stool.