Ny (not_yet_defined) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-05-07 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: not_yet_defined, challenge #63: hair porn |
Challenge #63: Hair!porn
Title: The things that really matter
Author: not_yet_defined
Warnings: tiny tiny bit o'angst, set during the pink posse arc, porn-lite.
A/N: not beta'd, sorry it's down to the wire. :D it's been awhile.
Condom: 3 for Brian, 2 for Justin
I slide open the loft door, expecting to find Brian at his desk, or watching some old movie, but the lights are off, save the one over his bed. It's not that late, a little after one. I'm surprised he's already asleep. I rub my hand over my head, the short hairs tickling my hand and wonder if I should go back to my place. Fuck that. I'm already here. I toe off my shoes at the door, drop my bag on the island and slip off my jacket, draping it over the back of the couch as I pass.
By the time I reach the bedroom my shirt is off, my pants unbuttoned. They slide off. I kick them to the side as they hit the floor. He is breathing softly and he looks so fucking peaceful. I lay down on my side, facing him. I'm tired myself. If I let my eyes shut they will stay that way, but I can't help watching him. I reach out, running my fingers gently through the hair at his temple, playing with it, twisting strands around my fingers, wondering when his hair had gotten long enough for me to do that.
"Do you mind? I'm fucking asleep in case you didn't notice." I yank my hand back and suck in a breath. He is smirking and raising an eyebrow, but his eyes are still closed. It makes me laugh. His eyes open and he stares at me for moment before rolling onto his back. "I used to be able to do that you," he murmurs. "You like my haircut," I remind him, "You think it's hot." He doesn't answer, just reaches over and rubs his palm over the fuzz a few times before dropping his hand back down to my pillow.
I lean over, head butting his side. I move my head back and forth, dragging the top of my head over his skin as I work my way down his body. He flinches when I hit a ticklish spot and I glance up to find him watching me, lips rolled in. I smile and turn back to my mission. As I take his cock in my hand and stroke my tongue over the head, his hand is on the top of my head, his fingers instinctively trying to grab at my hair, before resigning themselves to digging into my scalp.
When he comes one hand is thrown over his head, the other is clutching my head. The memory of his hands clenching strands of hair between his fingers is so strong I almost feel it as I swallow around him. Afterwards, his hand slides down my head, neck, and back as I crawl up his body. He grins at me, now very much awake, and flips me on my back, attacking me with his lips, tongue, and teeth. I don't think he misses my hair much, but I think maybe I do. For 5 seconds. Then he makes me forget everything.