To: u223501 From: lumcheng Beta: Halite75 Title: Inappropriate Behaviour Gift Request: Fanfic Rating: NC-17 (comedy, crack, ooc and closet!sex... sort of) Summary: Post 513. Brian misbehaves at a Taylor family dinner.
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"Well, aren't they always?"
Laughter followed the remark and Jennifer took Tucker's hand, smiling at him with loving eyes, while Justin downed the rest of his sixth glass of red wine. Or was it already his seventh? Sometime during the evening he'd stopped counting and with every additional glass he’d wished Brian and himself back into the loft, where they could fuck each others brains out instead of watching Tucker make his mom act like a love struck teenager.
They were silent for a brief moment and that was when Brian returned from the bathroom, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans and grinning deviously at Justin. He took his seat next to the blond and folded his hands on the table after shoving the empty plate away.
Jennifer opened her mouth to say something, but Brian was faster.
"Well, you won't believe it, but I just had a damn good shit."
The smiles on the faces of the others froze and Justin’s face fell; he looked as if a girl had just shown him her tits. Brian didn't just talk about the details of his business in the bathroom, did he?!
Slowly he turned his head, trying to avoid looking at the horrified faces of his mom and her boyfriend, and faced Brian instead. But Brian didn't seem to notice his gaze and obliviously continued talking with excitement, while slightly bent over the table.
"A fucking great feeling! And now, afterwards, it even feels better. Well, that’s often how it is after taking a crap, isn’t it?"
Jennifer and Tucker looked at each other and then stared down at the tablecloth. But Brian wasn’t deterred and spoke onward.
"The shit was... you know, really firm and just slipped out. I didn’t even have to push hard or anything. It just came out like a bat out of hell. Just like—"
He made a squishy noise and lifted his right hand to snap his fingers. Everyone at the table flinched at the sound and looked rather uncomfortable.
"Bingo! It was there. I’ve rarely seen such a beautiful piece of crap. Good shape, nice color, no undigested stuff peeking out anywhere...a…Damn. Good. Shit."
He accompanied the last three words with his right hand, moving it to give his words more meaning, before leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
Jennifer looked sheepish, opened her mouth: "Okay, I—"
"T’was such a shame to flush it away, " Brian cut her off.
Tucker shook his head, sank back in his chair and stared directly at Brian.
"But," Brian said, leaning forward again, voice now slightly hushed, eyes sparkling with vast amusement, "I took a picture."
He looked around, wiggled his eyebrows and reached in his back pocket.
"With my cell phone."
Waving the small, black mobile phone in the air next to his head, Brian quickly pressed a few buttons and then shoved the screen into the horrified faces of Jennifer and Tucker.
"Here!"
When he showed Justin the picture, the boy simply turned his head away, making a soft, stunned noise, but Brian paid absolutely no attention and admired the picture himself while he continued babbling.
"Isn’t it just amazing?"
Silence followed, Justin sitting there in shock, Tucker and Jennifer exchanging meaningful glances.
"Good!" she said, getting up and grabbing her and Brian’s empty plates, "I’m gonna go get the coffee."
"I’ll help you," Tucker offered instantly, relieved by the chance to get away from the creep that Justin called his boyfriend. He took the remaining tableware and rushed into the kitchen.
Brian squeezed his right eye shut, looking with his left at the little screen, moving the cell forth and back, trying to find the perfect distance.
"Wow, wow, wow..." he murmured, having fun and now playing with the angles.
"Brian!" Justin interrupted and turned to face him, looking at his boyfriend like he had gone nuts. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" he whispered furiously, not quite believing what had just happened.
"Whaaat?" the brunet asked airily, putting his cell phone down, staring at Justin.
"You made such a fool of yourself...and you also embarrassed ME."
"What? I was just making conversation. You were the one who said I should make conversation. Remember?"
The blond opened his mouth, but he couldn’t find words, so he just shook his head in disbelief. Just then he heard his mom and Tucker returning from the kitchen.
"Okay, here’s the coffee," Jennifer said, trying to sound cheery as if nothing had happened.
Justin kicked Brian under the table and hissed, "Now apologize!"
The other two served the coffee and took their seats, Tucker rested his left arm around Jennifer’s shoulders and they smiled at each other.
Brian cleared his throat. "Erm, okay. The thing about my shit...that was—stupid. I shouldn’t have told you that."
"Oh well," Jennifer said, shrugging and trying to smile at Brian.
"My shit wasn’t that good, y’know," Brian admitted and Justin’s face fell again.
Tucker gave a nervous laugh and took a sip of his coffee. Jennifer scratched a point on her scalp with the nail of her right forefinger and her son sat there, hands in his lap, expression cold, and biting his lower lip.
"But how apropos," Brian broke the silence again, back to his good mood.
"It reminds me of the time when I got tested for gonorrhea."
Tucker took the arm from around Jennifer’s shoulders, looking ready to bolt at any minute.
"They take something like... dunno, looks like a long knitting needle and they shove it right through the slit of your cock until it hits the bladder."
Justin exhaled noisily and gave him a death glare. Brian caught that expression and flung his arms open, the back of his hands resting on the table.
"Seriously. They do that."
It was silent for a while—no one knew what to say, but finally Justin rose, placing his palms on the table, leaning slightly onto it as he faced his boyfriend.
"Brian," he said, voice deadly calm. "Can I talk with you? Over there..."
Justin pointed his head in the direction of the bedroom. Brian followed the nod with his eyes, corners of his mouth twitching, but he said nothing. Instead he sighed, got up and leered at Jennifer and Tucker, before following his younger partner into the bedroom.
"Okay, so... WHAT the fuck is going on with you?!"
Brian’s eyes widened and he hurried to close the door.
"I mean, seriously... what is this about? Did I do something to piss you off? You’re taking revenge now?"
"Calm down... no, you didn’t piss me off AND," Brian paused, shrugging, "I’m not into revenge. Well, not when it comes to you at least."
"But you do wanna embarrass me today!"
Laughing through his nose, Brian shoved his hands into the backpockets of his tight jeans. "You said you can’t stand Tucker. So I figured I’d do you a favor—"
"By taking a fucking picture of your CRAP and shoving it into my mom’s face?!"
Smirking, Brian dug out his cell and hit a few buttons before handing it to Justin. "Does this look like it was taken in the bathroom?"
Surprised, Justin looked at the picture and then squinted. "Oh...this is...wait, it’s...erh, what is it?"
"Chocolate. New client. They create custom moulds and, uh, unique designs."
Sighing Justin sat down at the edge of the bed, Brian’s cell still in his hands. "Look, you might think this is funny, but Mom... she really liked you. And now she’s back to thinking I’m with a freak."
Brian took two steps towards Justin and gently placed his hands on the younger man’s shoulders. "Don’t worry. I have the feeling she’ll realize that it was a joke. But hey, Tuck’s face was priceless, wasn’t it?"
Justin couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah, won’t forget that."
They stared at each other for a moment, knowing exactly what the other one was thinking.
"You know," Justin said, absently licking his lips, hands wandering onto Brian’s hips. "The whole time during the dinner I was wishing we were back in the loft, staining the sheets..."
Brian shrugged. "Just because we’re here, doesn’t mean—"
"Oh, cut it out! Have you forgotten where we are? We’re in the fucking bedroom of my mother... who does God-knows-what on these sheets...ohmygod!" Quickly he jumped up and looked at the duvet in horror. But his expression changed as soon as Brian began kissing his neck.
"Since when do we need a bed?" Brian asked between kisses, voice suddenly low and seductive. His hands had found their way under Justin’s shirt and were now stroking the skin on his lower back.
"Brian," he warned and tried to shove him away, but gave in when their lips met. He was never one to resist Brian’s kisses and soon it was all panting, low swearing, fingers roughly tugging on clothes and buttons, hands searching for naked skin. Then—
"Justin? Brian? You two are okay?"
They heard Jennifer’s steps as she came closer and Justin broke the kiss and looked around in panic. He was bare-chested and couldn’t see where Brian had tossed his shirt. Shit, what to do now?
~*~
When Jennifer opened the door she found an empty bedroom. Frowning, she also checked the bathroom next door and was suprised that no one was there. Where did the boys go?
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The closet smelled of various musty perfumes, overlaying a faint, rather pleasant scent of pine. It was a large closet really, but filled with myriads of pretty, waspy attire belonging to Jennifer. The floor was cluttered with various shoes, making the whole thing rather uncomfortable. The single, dim bulb dangling from the ceiling didn’t even give off enough light to be able to read.
It wasn’t very tall either and Brian found himself hunched over, one hand pressed back against the side, the other clutching at a handful of silk and cashmere, while Justin crouched in front of him, hands touching as much of Brian as he could reach, while both tried to be as quiet as possible.
Jennifer had left the room, but their hearts were still beating fast in fear of her return.
This was possibly the stupidest thing that Justin had done in years. God only knew why he was doing it really. God only knew how he’d let Brian convince him to hide in this stupid closet—his own mother’s closet—and God only knew why Justin was now on his knees and unbuttoning Brian’s pants.
Making soft, happy noises, as though there was nothing he wanted more in the whole world than to be kneeling on a pile of pointy shoes, sucking Brian off. Maybe there wasn’t. It was them after all and they were strange.
Justin’s mouth was hot and warm and far, far too good for being in such a situation. Brian was biting back noises because, God, he couldn’t make any noise, not when they were in Jen’s closet with the fucking breeders outside in the living room.
The idea, the image of Justin’s face if they caught them blowing each other in their closet was unbearably awkward (and funny), but yet somehow it wasn’t stopping Brian from wanting to get off right there.
Brian had always thought of himself as an adrenaline junkie and he knew part of the reason he was so damned horny was the possibility that someone might open the door of the closet any minute and find them like this. He didn’t want that to happen. Shit, he didn’t want it because that would mean they’d have to stop—but the thought of it was exciting, thrilling.
"Fuck, Justin," he mumbled and Justin made a little grunting noise and pressed closer to Brian’s legs, nearly knocking Brian off balance and causing him to grab another handful of clothing and twist his head to one side, muffling a groan with one of Jennifer’s blazers.
He bucked his hips sharply, trying to blot out the fact that all these clothes belonged to his boyfriend’s mom. He felt Justin’s lips quirk into one of those stupid grins and he bobbed his head, changing the angle and Brian choked out "Oh, fuck!" before his body was split by a mind-blowing orgasm.
Before he could recover, before he could even really realize it was over, Justin was tugging at him, pulling him down. Brian found himself sprawled over shoes, stiletto heels digging into his spine and Justin was kissing him greedily, hands pressing against Brian’s face, then clutching at his shoulders. He could taste his own cum on Justin’s lips and without even thinking about it, he reached down between Justin’s legs.
"Want me to return the favor?"
Justin croaked back "Oh God, please," and half-rolled onto his side, knocking shoes all over the place.
"Shush!"
Some of Jennifer’s longer dresses reached down, tickling Brian’s face and he tossed his head impatiently, squirming down to yank at Justin’s pants.
"I’ve never done it in a closet," he muttered and Justin giggled which was the most annoying noise he could possibly have made but Brian was still too horny to care. He pinched Justin’s thigh to show that he’d annoyed him and was slightly surprised when Justin rewarded this action with a low moan. Brian felt a flicker of vague fascination, but decided to save the further exploring of this for later at the loft.
Leaning down, he began to use his mouth and was rewarded by Justin making little groans, trying to prevent his hips from thrusting into the warm sensation. He knew Justin was naturally loud and his moans and pants were clearly desperately stifled. When Brian looked up again, Justin had put his hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
Brian sucked harder, enjoying himself. The taste was different now and he knew that Justin was going to come. A few moments later he felt a hand in his hair, fingertips stroking his scalp, urging him to go faster. The next moment Brian’s mouth filled with warm liquid and he swallowed most of it, feeling a thin line trickling from his mouth down his chin and onto some of the shoes beneath him.
He moaned and Justin moved, squirming down clumsily, sending shoes clattering and was shushed again for being so noisy. It occurred to Brian that Jennifer was not going to be very pleased when she next opened her closet—certainly not when she found shoes that had her son’s jizz on them.
He tried to say something but Justin was low enough now and he began kissing Brian again—hot, heavy kisses that made Brian groan.
For a while, they just stayed lying next to each other, kissing, Justin lazily rubbing their hips together. Brian moaned, feeling like a teenager. If Justin didn’t stop that, he was going to fuck him right there and he really felt that they needed to put a stop to this.
"Justin," he whispered and the boy, sighing with disappointment, pulled away reluctantly, propping himself up on one elbow as he smiled at him.
"Brian," he said. "We need a bigger closet in the loft."
Tongue in cheek he stared at Justin and finally scooted closer, nuzzling against his neck.