Always Young Always Beautiful (absolutefiction) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-07-08 01:09:00 |
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Series of Five Drabbles B/J
Author: absolutefiction
Title: Sucking and Fucking
A/N: A series of six related drabbles. Not beta'd, although it probably should be. </edit> I meant to add that I lifted some quotes, paraphrasing the show for fun. :)
Condom: JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN (heeheehee)
Parts One through Five
Brian’s eating-out Justin’s ass, slow and excruciatingly soft; like the first time he did it. This is punishment, now that he’s brought Justin back to the loft, where their relationship’s ghost has been spooking him relentlessly. Justin’s here, after throwing himself supine across Brian’s desk at Vangard, where there's never been a ghost—although now, there’s the chance there could be, if Justin fucks it all up again. They had it good…until he came along, telling lies where Brian offered truth; cold, hard necessities he has never stopped giving. He’d like to bury himself in Justin to hide from the illusions.
With calculated restraint, Brian licks wide swipes up and down and across Justin’s asshole, using a flattened tongue, getting Justin more-than-ready to take his cock. He has already fucked Justin tonight, after-hours at work, but once is not enough with Justin, it never has been. He stiffens his tongue, allowing himself that satisfying burn that he denies Justin, pushing in past the ring of muscle, pushing in to the fullest extent of his tongue—like the first time. The difference is, this time Brian knows how very far a stretch that is from just how deeply Justin can take it.
Brian’s been flipping him this way and that, while making him crazy with the rimming of a lifetime—Justin's not certain if he’s on his back or his belly. Brian moans, stilted and breathily—it sounds suspiciously like a laugh. He squirms in Brian's face, pressing his bottom down, attempting to impale himself on Brian’s tongue. Of course, it’s futile. He needs cock and says so, “Fuck me, Brian, do it.” Ethan never rimmed him. But Ethan never fucked him the way Brian can, either, so he’s missed that more. Once tonight at Brian's office wasn’t enough. Once never has been with Brian.
Justin’s been flipped onto his back, again. He can tell, because he’s looking at Brian’s face instead of the sheets. Brian’s stopped sucking on his asshole and is reaching for a condom. Brian looks like a mess; his hair’s more knotted than Justin’s balls, and his face is flushed red and glistening with smears of saliva and sweat from the damp, heated places he’s been licking and poking and biting between Justin’s legs. Justin’s soaked. Brian slips the rubber on, but is dipping his head down again, pulling apart Justin’s cheeks and eating Justin’s hole some more. Justin whines, “Brian!”
He slides up Justin’s body, they’re both drenched in each other’s sweat. He presses his lips against Justin’s ear and asks almost inaudibly, so deliberately, “Do you want me to fuck your smooth tight ass?” Justin seems barely able to answer, choking out the words, like he’s literally gagging for it, “Jesus, Brian, yes.” Brian decides he’s waited long enough, punishment over, time to get to it. Justin grabs his own knees and pulls them back to his ears, spreading wide-open. Brian is stunned momentarily, and then glides in, balls-deep. He feels something, he thinks, Justin might call love.
Brian calls it desire; desire to be where he belongs—inside Justin with his cock. Brian slams into his body, hard, and pulls out and slams back in, and then pulls out and goes back down to lapping at his hole—Brian's jaw and tongue are tired and love is bullshit; the pain feels good. He bites down on the plump muscle of Justin’s buttocks, until Justin cries out. He puts his dick back in, biting and licking Justin’s face, while moving in him, until they both come twice. He wants Justin—more than anything in his life. No spook will change that.