To:conzieu From:a_life_defiant Title: Replay Gift Request: AU or Post 513 Rating: NC- 17 Summary: Somehow you came along and changed my everything…
Brian awoke to the sun’s radiance bouncing off another bright object. He blinked a few times, forcing his eyes to focus. As he took in the scene before him, the events of the previous day replayed on fast forward in his head.
***
Brian was having a for-shit day at Kinnetik. Some asshat underling had managed to piss off a potential client before he’d even had a chance to meet with them. The aforementioned asshat, Roger…Ross…Rick…or some equally dull ‘R’ name, was pleading his case and attempting his best to not get fired. Brian, being his usual self, could give two fucks less. Ryan….Ralph…whoeverthefuck, was easily replaceable and Brian wasn’t feeling even the slightest bit of generosity.
“Get your shit and get the fuck out. You have 30 minutes.”
The man just stared at him in stunned silence; his mouth flapping open and closed like a fish out of water.
“Unless you plan on committing Hari Kari in the next 10 seconds I suggest you get the FUCK out of my office.” Brian barked.
The man jumped slightly and then scurried out of the brunet’s office, his shoulders slumped in dejection.
Brian heard the familiar click of expensive heels on the tile and looked up to see Cynthia grinning at him.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?” She asked through light laughter.
“What the fuck do you want?” Brian bristled as he started shuffling through a stack of reports.
“Oh you know….a new pair of Louboutins to wear every day, a man with a 10 inch dick who isn’t afraid of commitment….but those don’t seem to be coming my way anytime soon – so I’ll settle for you telling me what the fuck your problem is today.”
Brian just glared at her from behind his papers, refusing to offer any other sort of answer.
Cynthia began to walk out of his office, turning around to face him just before she left.
“He misses you too, you know.” With that, she exited swiftly; her steps echoing softly in the unusually quiet office.
Does he? Brian wondered. I haven’t heard from him in months. He’s moved on, just I always knew he should.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Not better, not worse – just there.
***
After work he headed over to Michael’s store. Not because he felt lonely, of course, but just because he felt like it. He was Brian Kinney after all – he could do whateverthefuck he pleased.
“Yo, shop-keep.” He greeted the shorter man brightly.
Michael grinned knowingly as Brian strode over to give him a chaste peck on the lips.
“What do you want?” Michael asked as he unboxed the latest edition of Superman.
Brian clutched his chest in mock indignation. “Want? WANT? Why do I have to want something? Can’t I just stop by to see an old friend?” He finished with a smirk.
Michael eyed him until the taller man finally cracked.
“Ok fine. I need someone to go to the club with me tonight.” Brian rushed out as he rolled his eyes.
“Are you serious? Brian you own the club.”
“Correct. But every super stud needs a side-kick, right?” Brian batted his lashes.
“So that’s what this is about.”
Brian gave a confused look, as if to say ‘what’s this about what?’
Michael sighed heavily before treading into, what he knew was going to be, treacherous waters.
“Justin.”
Brian’s face immediately hardened and he stood up straight.
“Nevermind, I don’t need you anyway. Tonight Rage flies solo.” Brian dismissed as he breezed out of the shop.
He was trying his best to remain aloof, but it was obvious it wasn’t working. He got in his ‘Vette and began to drive to his loft when he got a phonecall. It was the house-keeper, Maria, over at Britin. She told Brian that a package had shown up suddenly and that it looked very important.
Brian figured that the club would do without him for one night, plus he was curious about what the package could be. Anyone who knows him would either have things shipped to Kinnetik or to his loft – so why did it end up in West Virginia?
***
He drove slowly along the winding roads, Michael and Cynthia’s words replaying in his head. If he was being honest with himself, he did miss Justin. Life just seemed dull without him. Even sex was getting boring – not that he would ever admit that to anyone, even upon pain of death. It’s just that no one else seemed to have what he needed. Yeah the fucks were decent, but they were always lacking something. Their smiles weren’t as bright, their skin was too tan……it was then Brian realized he had been comparing everyone he’d been with to Justin.
As much as Brian would like to deny it, he had been a different person since Justin entered his life. Not just his attitude, but smaller things as well. Like what kind of milk he bought, or what CD’s he’d started to listen to. Now that Justin was gone he was left with all these changes – and all it did was remind him of what he no longer had.
As he pulled up to Britin, he noticed it was unusually dark inside. He thought he’d remembered telling Maria to leave a light or two for when he came.
He got out of his car and made his way to the front door. Brian was about to put his key in when he noticed it was already unlocked.
“What the fuck?” Brian stated to the air, feeling immensely pissed off. Someone was definitely getting fired.
Upon entering he noticed that there was a row of candles, lit, on the floor in the entryway. He followed the pathway in through the kitchen. On the counter he found an open bottle of champagne and a glass that was filled with the bubbly substance. A note directly in front read “DRINK ME”.
“Here’s hoping this makes me bigger, not smaller.” Brian chuckled as he took a tentative sip.
He then continued along the path as it wound up the stairs towards the master bedroom. He kept having this fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. This elaborate set-up could only mean one of two things. Either some sick bastard had broken into his house and was waiting for Brian so he could kill him – or dare he say it, Justin was home. He didn’t want to think about it too much, in case it wasn’t the latter option.
When he finally arrived to the bedroom the door was wide open. Candles were placed on a couple shelves and on the tops of the dressers. The most notable thing however, was the bed. Brian had half-expected to find someone in it, but that wasn’t the case. Instead of the usual cliché rose petals strewn across the duvet there were condoms. They were so numerous Brian thought whomever put them there must’ve wiped out several drugstores.
He felt arms close around his waist from behind and he immediately leaned into the embrace. It was Justin. He could be blind, deaf, and dumb – but he would know Justin’s touch anywhere.
“Welcome home.” A bright voice spoke lowly from behind.
“Quite the elaborate set-up here, Sunshine.”
“Well, standing in the middle of your loft, naked, wouldn’t have the desired effect.” Justin chuckled as he stepped around to face the brunet.
Brian arched a brow as he took another sip of champagne. “It wouldn’t?”
Justin licked his lips and shook his head. “No.”
He moved closer to the bed pulling Brian along by his belt buckle. “You see, when you have big news you need big gestures.”
Brian set his glass down on top of the dresser in between two candles. “Is that so?” He faux mocked as he smirked tongue-in-cheek.
“And what would this big news be?” The taller of the two asked as he trailed a hand down the other’s side to rest on his hip.
“I did it. I managed to become a big, fat, fucking success in New York.”
Brian threw a knowing look. “I never had any doubts. So then, why are you here?”
Brian almost didn’t want to know the answer, but he needed to hear it – even if it might hurt like hell.
“I’m moving back. I’m going to open my own gallery in the Pitts and work from there.” Justin beamed. “I’m home, Brian. For good this time.”
Brian bit back a brilliant smile. “You know….I came here looking for a package. You haven’t seen it have you?”
The blonde gave a devilish grin. “Package? Oh right. It’s right here.” He moved Brian’s hand to cup his groin.
Brian gripped onto the shorter man’s member and began to stroke it through the fabric. “Mmm, just what I always wanted.
Their mouths clashed together in a harsh collision of needy lips and blazing tongues. Brian unzipped the artist’s hoodie and pressed himself against the bare flesh. He felt like he couldn’t get close enough, even though he was currently violating Justin’s mouth with unparalleled ferocity. Kissing him again was like pure oxygen; making Brian high with each passing second.
After several minutes of making out and competing for dominance it was all too clear to Brian that he was, in fact, not close enough to Justin – and, yes, there was a way to fix that. He pushed away from the younger man slightly; drinking in his disheveled appearance. His hair was clinging to his sweaty jaw line at odd angles, his lips were swollen and tinged red – it made Brian’s heart pound even faster in his chest. He moved quickly; divesting himself of all superfluous clothes that were getting in the way of what he really wanted. Justin just watched with rapt attention as his lover stripped; breath coming out in small huffs.
The blonde’s eyes went wide as he stared at Brian’s cock. It was perfect, just like he’d remembered, and he’d been away from it for far too long. The tip was an angry shade of red; the shaft was smooth and throbbing. Justin’s mouth watered as he sank to his knees. Brian gazed on through dark eyes as he watched his length slip past those perfect pink lips.
Brian felt his legs buckle slightly as Justin simultaneously deep-throated him while caressing his balls. The younger man began to weave his tongue back and forth over the vein on the underside of Brian’s cock. With every lick, slurp, and nibble, he felt himself getting closer to climax. Still, even as he was practically face-fucking the artist, he felt as though there was a distance. So he grasped a handful of Justin’s hair and pulled him back gently.
He pulled Justin onto the bed and began to remove the rest of his clothes; tossing them in every direction. He tried vaguely to avoid the areas that he remembered had candles, but in the end he just didn’t give a shit. He was about to fuck Justin and burning houses be damned. He then laid the blonde down and began to finger him; taking great care to open him up gently. It was a struggle to take his time, but he felt the smaller man’s tightness and knew it must’ve been a while since he bottomed.
After the Brian felt he had prepared the younger man sufficiently, he maneuvered himself on top. He swiped his tongue greedily over the blonde’s nipples, eliciting a few soft mewling noises. He plucked a condom off the duvet and tore it open with his teeth. Justin took the latex disc from his hand and rolled it slowly onto Brian’s cock. The brunet plunged in slowly, indulging in the initial squeeze as the younger’s muscles clenched around him. This was what he’d been aching for. He felt it as soon as he was fully embedded inside Justin. That perfect fit. Nothing in his life had ever felt more right than this moment.
They set into a furious pace after the younger man had adjusted to the intrusion. Brian was angling his cock so that it raked over Justin prostate relentlessly, causing him to arch against the bed. Many of the condoms went flying off in random directions as Justin writhed beneath Brian. That frantic need was building in the artist’s stomach, blooming out into flames as pleasure spread throughout his body.
Brian felt himself getting close so he began to piston his hips, plunging in hard and fast. He took Justin’s cock in his hand and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. He felt a searing heat jolt through his lower back and then out through his cock; releasing his cum inside the condom as the blonde’s climax claimed him. Their lips met in one last brutal kiss as Justin’s release sprayed their lower abdomens. Brian slumped down on top of Justin as they both tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. He kissed along the blonde’s neck and collar bone lazily as they enjoyed the post-orgasm high.
Brian pulled back and looked Justin in the eyes before kissing him softly on the lips. The blonde brushed some stray hairs off of his lover’s forehead.
“I love you too, Brian.”
***
Brian snapped back to reality as the shiny thing which, he was pleased to see, was actually Justin began to move under the covers.
He wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him closer.
“Good morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?” He gave a low chuckle.
Justin smiled back. “Sleep? I don’t recall much of that happening.”
“No, I guess not.” Brian agreed as he nuzzled against Justin’s neck. “But I seem to be having a little difficulty remembering exactly what happened.”
Justin arched a knowing brow. “Hmm….really? Then maybe we should have a replay.”
With that he dived under the covers to take the brunet’s morning hard-on into his mouth.
“Best package I’ve ever gotten.” Brian moaned as he let lust take him over.