TITLE: He Knows

AUTHOR:moonbrightnites

DRABBLE NUMBER: 27, follows Fuck

CONDOM: Brian

But he can’t ignore it forever.

“What,” he snaps in greeting when he finally answers, with Justin sprawling across his chest and the sweat between them just beginning to cool.

Then he listens and does his best not to tense, inadvertently alerting Justin that something is wrong, but Justin’s head pops up and their eyes meet.

Brian doesn’t have to say a word; Justin knows.

Hanging up with a sigh, he begins trailing his fingers through Justin’s too-long hair again and again.

Justin sighs in contentment and buries his face against Brian’s neck.

“So.” His voice is muffled. “Vacation’s over?”

Justin kissed him again outside of security, his eyes soft and warm. “I’ll be back home for my birthday. Thanks for the first-class tickets.”

Brian shrugged and fondled him a bit more, just to put on a show for the nearby straights.

“I expect you to brush up on your skills while I’m away. I think I deserve first-class in all areas, don’t you?”

Brian tried to think of a reasonable objection, but failed.

“Hurry,” he said instead. “The sooner you leave, the sooner I can get some work done.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Love you,” he whispered, and ran.

They didn’t spend the entire weekend fucking.

He also took Justin out for dinner at a five-star restaurant with linen tablecloths and hot waiters who eyed them and served the pair free desserts with questioning eyes. Justin didn’t even glance their way.

They went to the diner, just once, and just long enough for Justin to catch up with the gang.

When it was time to drive him to the airport, it was no big deal. Justin wanted New York, so he had to go back. It was as simple as that, and Brian didn’t have a problem with it.

He forgot to set a stopwatch – did he even own a stopwatch? – but it hardly mattered. Justin came within a matter of minutes, flooding his mouth with salty sweetness and filling him with the warmth and well-being that he once hadn’t known another person’s orgasm could inspire.

He knew now.

Which was why Justin’s visits were always too fucking short.

“That was amazing,” Justin breathed, tugging him up to mesh their tongues together, contented and lazy.

“So tell me,” Brian prompted once they broke apart.

Justin smiled, eyes closed. “You’re better at blowjobs. Or… at least you were tonight.”

Fucking twat.

There was nothing he was better at than this.

Not writing ad campaigns, not pitching to skeptical clients, not convincing random tricks to bend over and then get lost. When it came to sucking dick, Brian was, without question, a virtuoso.

He began as he often did, mouthing his head until Justin began murmuring and thrusting. He accommodated him by licking up and down the shaft, pausing to suck a ball into his mouth or gently finger the outside of his hole. Then he swallowed him down, completely and without warning, and sucked as if Justin contained some life-saving elixir.

“Okay,” Brian said once he could talk again. “Maybe rimming is more than just foreplay.”

Justin waited.

“And maybe you are better at it than I am,” he allowed, because really. He had no argument.

Justin beamed at him, but wisely kept his silence.

“But absolutely no way,” he continued, “are you better at blowjobs that I am.” He had no argument for that, either, save to slide down Justin’s body until his face was against his dick. “No way,” he breathed against it, allowing his hot breath to warm sweat-cooled skin.

Just as he knew he would, Justin shivered.

Justin didn’t do this often and Brian wasn’t sure why.

Actually, he knew why, but that absolutely wasn’t going to happen today because this was a contest, a semi-scientific –

“Oh God,” he groaned as Justin’s tongue suddenly stopped teasing and pushed inside him.

Then he was just squirming and panting, writhing and groaning, fisting hair and begging for more of that perfect tongue, that wet heat, the driving pulses that didn’t connect with his prostate and somehow that didn’t matter.

When Justin’s fingers gently cupped his sack again, he came hard enough to see pinpricks of light behind his eyes.

It wasn’t every day that Brian was literally guided to bed by his dick.

Justin had stopped talking, which was both good and bad. Good, because there were better uses for his mouth. Bad, because Justin’s voice was as intoxicating as the rest of him.

He’d officially become a lesbian.

“Justin,” he groaned as saliva dribbled a hot path down his crack. “Justin,” Brian repeated as Justin’s tongue chased after, dipping between his cheeks and opening him.

He managed to do nothing but groan as Justin’s tongue pressed against his entrance, biting back the name hard enough to draw blood.

As Justin’s touches turned playful and soothing his need to come – overpowering a moment ago – abated.

“Okay,” he said once he could trust his voice again. “Am I clean enough for you, Miss Stewart?”

That earned him another slap on the ass, and this one stung.

“Yes.” Justin shut off the water and handed him a towel. “But you have to dry me first.”

“It’s like having a demanding little lapdog,” Brian bitched while carefully running the towel over Justin’s hair. He was rewarded for his efforts when Justin latched onto him and pulled him into their bedroom.

Fucking finally.

No one was as good at this as Justin.

He could say that with confidence, considering just how many men had worshipped his balls. He was never able to pinpoint exactly what Justin did differently, but whatever it was –

He hissed in a breath and tightened his grip on Justin’s hair until his partner let out a little cry that wasn’t entirely pleasure.

Justin never missed a beat with his squeezes and caresses until…

“Justin,” he managed, an urgent warning.

Justin laughed. “Not yet,” he said with confidence, as if he was in control of the process.

Maybe he was.

Brian was nothing if not an accommodating partner. Being in a long-distance relationship required a lot of concessions, and Brian gladly made them. Most of them.

A shower with Justin, especially when he was sticky with come and sweat, wasn’t even a concession.

He took his time lathering and rinsing Justin’s hair as Justin began soaping his skin, his skilled hands working lower and lower until –

Oh.

He hissed in a breath and held it as Justin glided his touch down his shaft and focused his talents on his balls.

His forehead dropped into clean, wet hair as he groaned.

Brian sighed and flopped onto his back. “Fine,” he said, bored. “Get to it.”

Justin surprised him by delivering a sharp slap to his ass. “You think I’m gonna stick my tongue anywhere near your unwashed hole? Come on.” He hoped to his feet, his movements so limber that Brian couldn’t repress a flash of jealousy. 

Brian found himself being dragged towards the shower by a smiling, laughing Justin who all but danced his way across the loft. Just to mock him, no doubt.

“Come,” he purred. “Let’s get you cleaned up… and then we can get down to business.”

Brian flipped him onto his back, laughing. “I know you’re a twat,” he said fondly. “So, a stopwatch? To see who can make the other come faster?” He rolled his eyes. “Did I teach you nothing? Rimming is foreplay.”

Justin blinked at him, slowly. “You don’t think I can make you come with just my tongue up your ass?”

Brian scoffed. “Did you buy a tongue extender somewhere in New York? One that vibrates, perhaps? Otherwise, no.” He shook his head, utterly certain. “You can’t.”

Justin’s face softened and Brian instantly regretted opening his mouth, delayed blowjobs or not. It certainly wasn’t anything to get lesbianic or sentimental over. Justin had wanted to go, so he left. It was as simple as that. Justin was always free to go.

Justin’s hand cupped his cheek, forcing eye contact. “This is us,” he said. “And since it’s us, it isn’t stupid. Or not ridiculously stupid. Or if it is ridiculously stupid, no one has to know. But I think it’s going to be hot.” His eyes grew wide and bright.

“Just admit it. You know I’m better.”

Justin endured the silence for about three minutes before dropping down beside him and resting a hand on Brian’s hip. “Okay,” he said. “I didn’t develop any super powers in New York. You’re going to have to tell me.”

Brian shrugged.

Justin gave him a good shake by the hip. “Every minute that you spend sulking is one more minute when I could be blowing you.”

He had a point.

“It’s just,” he began slowly, in his most off-hand tone of voice, “that you didn’t approve the last time I was involved in a sex-based competition. In fact, you left.”

“About that,” Brian said, glancing over his shoulder and groaning when his traitorous neck muscles objected. “How do you propose we settle this?”

Justin began mercilessly hammering at his shoulders. “With a contest,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Uh-huh,” Brian said. “This is just part of your scheme to get me to agree to a sex tape, isn’t it?”

Justin scoffed. “Like that would require a scheme. No. We’ll just set a stopwatch and see who can make the other come faster.”

Brian stared at him for a moment, and fell silent.

They didn’t have a chance to talk about it until the following day. Justin had to eat, and they fucked, and they showered, and they fucked again, and then Justin dropped unconscious across him for six straight hours.

Then he made Justin give him a massage with heated oil because as much as he hated to admit it, he’d reached the age where lying motionless for hours had become a hardship.

“Poor thing,” Justin told him, completely unsympathetic as he pounded on his aching back. “Lucky for you I’m as good at this as I am at rimming and blowjobs.”

Brian had no problem being a reasonable adult – as soon as he’d reasonably fucked Justin in the airport bathroom, then reasonably sucked him off in the car, then lost all reason and made out with him in front of the loft until they were interrupted by Justin’s growling stomach.

“I hope you went shopping,” Justin said, his eyes glittery and semi-focused.

“I certainly did,” Brian reassured him. “Condoms, lube, whiskey, a new butt plug--”

Justin huffed out a sigh. “That’s fine,” he said. “You’ll just have to wait while I order takeout.”

Justin called back just before noon, his voice just short of chastising and entirely too close to sympathetic. “He wasn’t nearly as hot as you.”

“Who is?” Brian gave Cynthia the eye until she muttered something and left. “And your evidence is flawed. I didn’t have a chance to see how quickly I could make him come.”

“True.” A short pause followed. “I’d offer to bring him with me for my visit, but I’m not sure I could find him again.”

Brian closed his eyes and smiled. “When?”

The next day, the phone calls began before Brian could even finish his first cup of coffee.

“I have proof.”

Brian rubbed the skin between his eyes. “Empirical evidence? A double-blind study? You certainly are keeping yourself busy in New York City.”

Justin laughed. “I made a trick come in less than thirty seconds last night.”

Brian scoffed. “So what? I made you come in less than ten.”

“It wasn’t this guy’s first time, though. And he was hot. You should have seen his--”

Brian swallowed the residual coffee bitterness. “I’ve got a meeting,” he said, and hung up.

“The fuck you are. I was giving blowjobs while you were in diapers.”

“And yet.” Justin might have been able to sound smugger, but not without serious effort.

“You are not better at them than I am. For one thing--”

“And rimming, too,” Justin continued and if he closed his eyes, Brian could envision the look on his face.

He did his best not to, because this was distracting enough.

He took a deep breath. “Okay. It’s possible that your blowjob skills equal my own, but only because I’m usually the one being blown. But rimming? Not a chance.”

Justin hadn’t been able to visit for nearly two months but that was no big deal. Brian was busy and it was better this way, really. He was able to get a lot more work done without his partner demanding that they fuck every few hours.

Or he would, if not for the annoying phone calls that were interrupting him at regular intervals.

“I definitely think I’m better at giving blowjobs than you are.”

Brian switched the phone off speaker-mode and waved Ted away, who quickly gathered his reports and left -- but not before Brian caught his smirk.