Gift # 10f of 36 To: bidyke73 From: predec2 Title: "I Could Have Shagged All Night"
Chapter Sixteen: Misstep
"Brian," Justin laughed as his pupil began to attack him the moment they entered their dressing room and he closed the door; it was as if them doing so well in the first round had served as some sort of aphrodisiac, because the man couldn't seem to keep his hands – or lips – off him. "I thought you...You wanted to take a shower," he managed to sputter out as Brian's mouth bestowed a rapid-fire series of kisses on his neck, jaw, and chin before settling firmly on his mouth. He moaned at the desire flaring up inside him as Brian sealed his mouth over his and turned his head to kiss him deeply, his tongue pressing inside to swab the moist sweetness.
Justin had to forcefully push Brian back with his hands pressing on his chest to get him to stop a minute later. "Go take your shower; I have got to get dressed!"
Brian left out a heavy sigh; as soon as this competition was over, come hell or high water, he was going to finish what they had started. He had never waited so long to fuck another man in his life, and this one in particular made him horny as hell. "Yeah, okay," he reluctantly agreed. "I definitely need one; a nice, COLD shower."
Justin grinned, impetuously giving Brian a quick peck on the lips as he shoved him toward the bathroom. "Go," he repeated. "I can't wait to see you in your tux."
"And I can't wait to see you OUT of yours," Brian grumbled, but nevertheless he walked over to grab his other dance outfit from a hook hanging on the back of the dressing room door and dutifully ambled over to the bathroom; he gave Justin one last, longing look before he turned and walked inside, closing the door behind him.
Several seconds later, Justin could hear the water running and he let out a sigh of relief. Shit, he wanted nothing more than to finally consummate their relationship – just as much as Brian apparently did – but now was not the time, not in the middle of what might be the most important night of his life. But once this night was over – maybe even tonight – whether it would mean the end of seeing Brian anymore or not, he intended to rectify that problem, once and for all.
A few minutes later, Brian emerged completely dressed this time, his hair still unruly and sticking out rebelliously in all directions in a 'bad boy' sort of way. Justin's breath caught in his throat; he was simply glorious-looking. "Brian...You, you look amazing," he finally raved softly. "Debbie did a wonderful job tailoring that outfit; it looks perfect on you."
Brian smiled, a sincere expression of gratitude as he walked up to eye Justin studiously. "I'm not the only one," he replied as he walked slowly around his dancing partner to get a good look from every angle. In his tux, Justin looked a few years older, but he was absolutely beautiful. The tux curved around each part of his body and fit him like a glove. He came to a stop facing him as the back of his hand lightly raked down the open neck of Justin's white silk shirt; the skin was so smooth under his touch. "You look incredible, Justin," he complimented him softly as the silky, golden lashes lifted to meet his eyes. "I can't wait to waltz with you and show you off."
Justin blushed deeply at Brian's words that were spoken so sincerely. "Me, too," he whispered as Brian's hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders and they came together for another kiss. A loud dinging noise that sounded a few seconds later, however, made them separate as they heard an announcement that the first-round winners were about to be revealed.
"Fuck!" Brian growled in frustration as Justin giggled. "It's NOT funny, Justin; do you know I've been sporting a boner for days now, thanks to you?"
Justin pulled Brian into his arms as he whispered in his ear, "I think that's the best compliment anyone's ever given me." He could still feel Brian's hard-on pressing against him as Brian wound his arms around his back and held him close.
Brian grunted as they separated. "Well, you can return the favor by flattering ME later."
Justin grinned at him as he took him by the hand and began to tug him toward the dressing room door, buoyed by that promising statement. "Come on, let's go see if we advanced to the second round; I can't wait to find out!"
Brian sighed in resignation but followed nevertheless, wondering how much more a red-blooded, American gay male could stand. Secretly, though, he didn't mind waiting just a little longer if he could show Justin off to the crowd in his outfit as he followed him out of the dressing room, mourning the lack of a good view of Justin's ass in his black, satin pants, currently hidden by the coat of his tux. AFTER they were done tonight, though – and after he had a chance to revel in his and Justin's victory and gloat in front of Emmett – THEN the two of them would finally have a chance to do what he had been longing to do ever since he had first laid eyes on his beautiful, stubborn teacher. Tonight, I'm going to teach YOU, Justin Taylor. I'm going to teach you what days of longing and deprivation do to me.
The six couples lined up on either side of Ben a few minutes later, the crowd murmured softly in anticipation as he began to announce the three top-rated couples that would be advancing to the second round and dancing the waltz to determine the final winner.
The first one, predictably enough, had Emmett bolting up from his seated position to let out a loud whistle as Drew Boyd and his partner were announced first; the subsequent shout of "You Go, Drewsy!" that Emmett uttered immediately afterward, however, took Brian a little by surprise with its tone of familiarity; that was the second time Emmett had called him that. The reaction of Boyd to Emmett's shout, however, was even MORE inexplicable as the man looked directly at Emmett and smiled warmly at him before giving him a wink. Brian's eyes widened in disbelief over the exchange, one that he filed away for later reference as the emcee announced the next couple to advance: the brassy blonde, Leda, and her partner, a tall, platinum-haired instructor by the name of Angela; their similarities in both build and looks had quickly made them a favorite of the audience during the initial round.
Brian felt Justin tightly squeezing his hand like two Miss America finalists as they waited for the last two names to be announced; when his name and Justin's names was finally called out as the third couple to advance, he couldn't help pulling Justin into a tight bear hug as the crowd loudly registered its approval of the judges' choice.
"We did it!" Brian shouted amidst the ebullience as he swung him around. "We fucking did it!"
Justin laughed in joy as Brian gave him one last squeeze and with a grunt released him, a big grin on his own face. As Ben instructed the three couples to go backstage and wait for their cue to be called back out for their second performances, Brian pulled Justin back behind the curtain by the hand as the other couples, including the two pairs of finalists, came up to congratulate them.
Debbie, standing several feet away, was trying hard to remain impartial, but couldn't help flashing Justin a brief 'thumbs up' as he looked her way and smiled in delight over their success.
As the other couples left to get ready, Justin turned to look back at Brian who was lightly shuffling back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I knew we would make it into the finals," he told him. "You've come such a long way since the first day. You were great out there."
Brian smiled as he took hold of Justin by the upper arms. "No, WE were great out there. And I never would have learned what I did if it hadn't been for you."
"We're going to do this, Brian," Justin whispered as his gaze wandered over to admire the shiny, mirrored trophy that depicted two figures dancing together; it was prominently displayed on top of a white, marble pedestal stand, just waiting to be awarded to the victorious couple. "We're going to win this; I can just feel it."
"Damn straight we are," Brian replied confidently as he smiled back at him. He inhaled a deep breath and let it out to release some of the tension he was feeling. "I've already cleaned off my desk at work and know right where to put the trophy."
Justin laughed. "How big IS your desk, Mr. Kinney? That trophy is huge."
"Big enough for that," Brian said as he crooked his head toward the trophy. "For four weeks of calloused feet, a bruised ass, and no sex? I'll MAKE room for it. After tonight, though, that's all going to change."
Justin flushed as a heat spread throughout his body; Brian wasn't the ONLY one who was looking forward to that last part; again, he worried faintly that once Brian finally had his desires quenched that it would mean he would be moving onto his next prey, but he quashed that thought. Surely by now he could tell that Brian didn't feel that cavalierly about him – did he? "Brian..."
"Yeah?"
"All final contestants to the main stage; all final contestants to the main stage."
Justin groaned. "Shit; never mind," he hastily decided as the two of them walked over to the edge of the stage behind the curtains to watch the activities, knowing they would be performing as the final couple this time. In a way it was an advantage, because they would be able to observe the other two couples to see how well they did and size up the competition a little more clearly. When it came to the judges, however, it was hard to tell what was going through their minds. The two men and lone woman were ideal at plastering neutral expressions on their faces, so it was next to impossible to know who had impressed them until all three couples were done; no words of criticism or review would be given in this competition unlike other ones, only the final awarding of the prize at the very end based on their combined scores from both performances.
They both watched silently as Drew and Kenny and then the female pair danced their version of the waltz. Neither spoke, not wanting to be disruptive or distracting, but both silently felt that their most serious competition would definitely lie with Boyd; he and Kenny had danced their waltz smoothly and elegantly.
Brian, however, secretly felt that were was something lacking that he and Justin had in abundance; when you looked at Drew and Kenny together, their pearly-white smiles were dazzling, their posture sublime, and their dancing was perfect. But they didn't have that spark; that special chemistry that made them sizzle. Something told him that when it came time for him and Justin to dance, there would be no problem with that. If the audience could feel even one tenth of what HE felt when they danced, then they were unstoppable.
At last the female couple finished their waltz and blew kisses to the audience in response to their applause before they scurried off the stage, and it was only the two of them left to compete. As their names were called out by Ben, Brian reached for Justin's hand. "Ready to show them how it's really done, Teacher?" he whispered softly as Justin smiled and nodded. Brian nodded back at him before the two of them confidently walked out onto the stage and took their positions facing each other, Brian's hand on Justin's waist and Justin's arm crooked over Brian's shoulder. Their other hands clasped out to the side of their bodies, they found the confidence they needed in each other's arms as they waited for their song to start – a soulful tune by Anita Baker called Body and Soul. Finally, it started to play on the overhead speakers and they began to sway together and then move to the music:
What have you done to me? I can't eat, I cannot sleep And I'm not the same anymore, no no
I don't know what to do 'Cause all of me wants all of you Do I stand alone at the shore?
Now once I could turn away From everything I feel today But now I wanna walk through your door
And I've got to know, know, body and soul That you've got no doubt inside and out We are whole, whole, body and soul Don't leave me out in the cold Just love me body and soul, body and soul, soul
The music continued to play as they lost themselves in their own world, their bodies floating effortlessly around the room, their movements so graceful as if they were one. As they shuffled around the edge of the dance floor, the only regret Brian had about their slower dance was that by its very nature you weren't supposed to look your partner in the eyes; rather, you had to keep your chin up and pointed away from the other person. How he would love to look into Justin's eyes at that moment and share the magic with him, but holding him in his arms as he led him around the dance floor was glorious just the same, and he could tell by the hush that had come over the crowd that they felt the same way.
They were about to finish what the judges would have to deem a masterful performance when all of a sudden Brian felt Justin slipping in his grasp; a collective gasp rose from the crowd as Justin promptly fell out of Brian's embrace, stumbled slightly and crashed unceremoniously ass-first down onto the hard floor. The music continued unabated as Brian reached down to grab his hand for Justin to quickly rise from the floor; he tried to resume their dance, but as soon as he put weight on his left foot, a shooting pain flared up and his eyes filled with tears of regret and loss. "I...I can't," he finally told Brian in defeat as the music finally stopped and the room was filled with an eerie stillness. "My foot – I think I twisted it."
Brian's face transformed into a sorrowful one as he looked into Justin's eyes. "It's okay," he reassured him softly. "Everything's going to be all right."
Justin's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he swallowed hard; his experience had taught him never to appear defeated in front of the crowd or the judges, but tonight he was finding that philosophy hard to follow. He had counted on this so much – too much perhaps – and now his dream of him and Brian winning had promptly been destroyed. There was no way he could finish the dance, and that was a requirement of winning. If a couple could not continue for any reason, they were automatically disqualified. "I'm sorry," he told Brian as his partner shook his head.
"What happened?" he asked as Ben came rushing over to check on him.
"I don't know," he answered helplessly as he allowed Brian to support him under his arm while he stood on one leg. "I think I slipped on something."
Walking closer to the couple, Ben reached down and picked up a small swatch of brown sequins that matched the ones that Leda's partner had been wearing on her costume. "I think this is what you slipped on," he told him as he held it out to him and the crowd began to murmur quietly.
"Fuck," Brian muttered as he recognized what it was. "That's not fair," he maintained. "They ought to be disqualified for letting that happen."
"Brian, it wasn't their fault that something came loose," Justin gently admonished him, his breathing harsh from the pain. "It happens; it's just one of those lousy things that occur sometimes." How he wished it hadn't been tonight, though! Thoughts of having to work for the next several years at Debbie's dance studio just to earn enough money to go to school swirled miserably through his head. He sighed. "Can you help me?" he asked Brian. "I don't think I can walk on my foot."
"You need to have that checked out," Ben told him, but Justin shook his head.
"No, I just think I need to give it a rest and elevate it," Justin said. "If it stiffens up and gets worse in the morning, I'll go to an urgent care clinic."
Ben nodded. "I'm really sorry, Justin; I think you and Brian had this in the bag."
Justin nodded; that just made him feel even worse, though. "Brian?"
Brian nodded back at him as Justin turned and slowly began to hop back toward the rear of the stage with his help. "Let me carry you," he offered, knowing it wouldn't be hard with how slender Justin was, but Justin shook his head firmly.
"No, please. Let me walk off on my own power; I don't want you to do that."
Brian nodded, understanding how Justin didn't want to appear weak in front of the crowd and admiring him for it all the more. "Okay," he whispered as the crowd began to applaud encouragingly. He acknowledged their best wishes with a brief nod and a smile as they finally reached the back of the stage and disappeared behind the curtains.
"Okay," Brian commanded as soon as they were out of sight; he promptly swept Justin up into his arms, cradling him by his thighs. "Enough of looking invulnerable."
"Brian..." was the weak protest, but truthfully Justin loved the feeling of Brian holding him this way as he linked his arms around his partner's neck for support.
"No arguments," Brian told him as he began to walk with him toward their dressing room. "You need to stay off that foot."
"Justin!" Debbie called out as she ran up to him, her eyes wide with sympathy. "Oh, my God! I just saw what happened! I'm so sorry, Sunshine! You were going to win this thing, I just know it!"
Justin smiled at her weakly. "Thanks, Deb. But it's not going to happen now." He sighed. "I know I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up too much, but I was really counting on it," he lamented.
Debbie nodded, knowing the reason why. Poor kid, she couldn't help thinking. He and Brian had been amazing out there; she knew the judges could see it, too. And she also knew he was right – they WOULD have won, hands down; she always had a good sense of who would win before the judges announced it, and she could feel it even more strongly tonight. She only wished that somehow she could have prevented what had happened, but it was too late now. "There'll be another time, Justin," she said in commiseration. "And you WILL get the money somehow to go to school, Honey," she told him as she reached over to briefly caress his cheek. "You're a good dancer, but your heart lies elsewhere."
Brian listened to their exchange attentively as Justin nodded sadly; he would have to have a talk with Debbie later about her tenant. For now, though, there were more pressing matters. "Come on, Teacher; you need to rest that foot."
Justin nodded as Debbie removed her hand. "I don't know if I'll be able to come in Monday," he told her regretfully.
Debbie's eyes flashed. "You'd better NOT!" she lectured him. "I'll see that you rest that foot if I have to sit on you to do it!" She looked intently over at Brian. "And YOU make sure that he stays off that foot, too, until I can take over!"
Brian snorted. "Yes, Sargent," he answered her dryly as she shook her head in irritation. "I'm going to take Justin back to your house," he told her. "I think he'd be more comfortable there than lying on that ratty old couch they have in the dressing room."
"Brian, I'll..."
"No arguments, I said!" he reminded Justin as he eyed him sharply. Justin sighed, but nodded in acquiescence.
She watched as Brian turned to leave. She was about to caution him not to take advantage of Justin in his situation, but decided not to say anything when she noticed how tenderly Brian was administering to him. "So fucking sweet," she said, tearing up suddenly as she watched Brian lean in to give Justin a soft kiss on the lips and smile fondly at him.
"He's right, Justin," she whispered softly. "You're going to be just fine. Brian will see to that," she murmured before she turned around to hurry back to the other contestants to await the final results.
Chapter Seventeen: Tender Loving Care
"Ow, that's fucking cold!" Justin complained.
"Such a baby," Brian scolded him as he pressed the bag of ice to the side of Justin's bare foot and received a glare in return. "I've got a towel wrapped around it."
"I don't care – YOU try having all that ice pressed against your bare skin!"
Brian sighed; his 'patient' was being less than cooperative since they had returned to Debbie's house, despite that fact that he had gallantly carried him up the steps to his bedroom, prepared some tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for him, and had found an extra pillow to prop his leg up with before finding a Ziploc bag to place ice in it to help the swelling go down. But he supposed he really couldn't blame Justin for his irascible temperament; he knew how disappointed he was that they had been forced to withdraw from the competition. "It was just one contest, Justin," he reminded him softly.
Justin turned his head away from Brian's gaze. "That's just it," he whispered. "It wasn't just another competition, Brian. It meant the difference between having just a job or being able to pursue my passion." He bit his lip to keep from crying; he would NOT do that in front of this strong man. "Now it's all gone. You know how long it will take me to have enough money saved up for my tuition?" He huffed out a breath of disbelief. "I'll be ready for Medicare by then."
Brian chuckled sympathetically as he reached to turn Justin's face toward his. "I doubt that, Sunshine." He gazed down into his instructor's face. "I know what a disappointment this is. But surely there are other contests with money involved as the prize." To his surprise, Justin shook his head.
"Not with amateur competitions," he told him as Brian lightly stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. "Only the professional ones pay out a prize purse if you win." He reached up to grasp Brian's hand in his and lay them against his chest as he whispered, "I'm sorry for being such an asshole. I know it wasn't your fault. At least after tonight you won't have to worry about me anymore, though."
Brian frowned as he squeezed Justin's hand. "What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh, yeah, right," Justin retorted, allowed himself to wallow in self-pity over his misfortune. "I still owe you a fuck, don't I? Well, I'm sorry that I spoiled your plans for tonight."
Brian narrowed his brow in irritation. "Justin, what the hell? Do you think I'm just sticking around to have sex with you before I move on to somebody else? Is that it?"
"Well, aren't you?" In his personal pity-party world, Justin's insecurities were flaring to the surface. To his surprise, he noticed a vein popping out on Brian's neck as his face turned red with anger.
Brian dropped his hand from Justin's face. "That's exactly what I SHOULD do!" he roared, making Justin's heart pound over his fury. "Damn you, Justin! Has nothing we've been through this past month meant anything to you? Do you think this has all been an act just to get you into bed so we could fuck? Well, if I wanted to do that, trust me, I could have taken you any time I wanted to!"
Justin's eyes widened in confusion; he didn't know whether to rejoice over Brian's tirade or be concerned about it. "Brian, are you telling me...?"
Brian held his hand up to interrupt him. "Listen to me, Justin Taylor!" he growled. "Yes, I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, and yes, I've thought of fucking you nonstop since our first lesson," he admitted. "But I have no intention of walking away after we do. That is, not unless you want me to. Why would I, when you're the best thing that's ever happened to me?" Fuck, he groaned inwardly, why did I just admit that? But the dazzling smile that appeared on Justin's face in reaction more than made up for his discomfiture as he glared back at him. "Are we clear on that, Teacher?"
Justin's eyes teared up. "Crystal," he whispered.
Brian nodded as he began to rise from the bed. "I'll go look for some Tylenol for you..." But Justin immediately latched onto his wrist and wouldn't let go.
"No, don't go."
"Justin, you need something for the pain."
"It's not that bad. Besides, I HAVE something for the pain," Justin whispered throatily as he stared into Brian's eyes. "You. I'm ready, Brian."
"For what?" Brian pressed, his breathing quickening. He wasn't stupid; he had seen that look in countless men's eyes before, but with Justin he had to be sure. This was not the way he had envisioned this happening – he had actually wanted to romance this beautiful man, to show him how special he was to him; not have their first time occur here in this juvenile-looking bedroom with the childish-looking cartoon figures for wallpaper and frilly, lace curtains on the windows. And not with Justin injured like this.
"Justin, I don't think..."
"Don't think," was the husky entreaty as Justin tugged on his arm until Brian gently lay down on top of him, spreading his legs further apart so his injured foot was out of the way; it also served to press their groins closer together as Brian bit back a groan over the amazing sensation. "Just kiss me, Brian. And make love to me."
"Are you sure?" Brian whispered, stroking Justin's face tenderly. "We don't have to do this tonight. I'll wait." And to his surprise, he meant that, too.
Justin smiled up at him before nodding. "I know you would. But no, I don't want to wait. I want this; I want you. Please, Brian."
Brian stared into his eyes before he finally nodded, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. He had fantasized about this moment from the first second he had seen Justin; he had lusted after him deeply, but as he had gotten to know him better, it had evolved into something even more intense, more significant. More special.
Slowly, then, he helped Justin rise to a sitting position so he could unbutton and remove his shirt, his suit jacket having been hung up in the closet earlier. Dropping the white, satiny shirt down onto the floor nearby, Brian waited for Justin to lie back down and arch his hips so he could open his slacks and slowly pull them down along with the silk, black briefs that hid an impressively thick cock underneath. His eyes darkened with desire and his mouth salivated at the thought of tasting it as Justin blushed over the scrutiny. Brian lifted his eyes to gaze into his, not trying to disguise his hunger there, before he pulled off Justin's remaining shoe and sock, leaving him completely nude and bare before his eyes.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful," Brian murmured in appreciation as his hand swept down to lightly trail a path along Justin's sternum, down to his belly button, and then to play in the dark, golden curls lying just below. He resisted the urge to cup his fingers around Justin's thick cock for now, preferring to feel bare skin on bare skin as he rose up on his knees to shrug out of his tux jacket and then unbutton his shirt, noticing Justin's eyes openly admiring the smooth, bronzed skin of his chest as he let the now open shirt slide down his arms and flutter to the ground next to Justin's clothing.
Standing up from the bed now, he pulled his shoes and socks off before unzipping his dress pants and quickly tugging them and his briefs down his long legs to step out of them and stand, unfettered and confidently, in front of his lover.
Justin gasped at Brian's masculinity; his cock, proud and erect, stood at attention as he slowly raked his eyes down the length of Brian's magnificent body. "You...you are amazing," he breathed out as Brian bestowed his familiar smirk on him.
"I am," Brian said as Justin grinned up at him; his face turned more serious, however, as he sunk his knees into the end of the bed's mattress and began to crawl upward toward Justin's body, careful not to touch his injured foot.
Justin couldn't help gazing at the hard, purplish cock brushing against his stomach just before Brian draped himself over him and pressed his lips to Justin's to ravage his mouth; Justin's hands rose to stroke the strong, muscled skin of Brian's back as they kissed, beginning to feel dizzy from desire as Brian's hand stroked his upper arms back and forth in a languid motion. As they broke apart finally – mainly due to lack of air – he nuzzled the side of Justin's neck as he whispered, "Fuck, I want you so badly."
He pulled back to look into the darkened blue eyes as Justin nodded. "Me, too," he hissed out as he spread his legs further apart to accommodate Brian's larger frame. "Fuck me, Brian."
"No," was the surprising reply until Brian grasped Justin on either side of his head before he corrected him; he couldn't believe what he was about to say, but right here, right now, staring into Justin's eyes, it seemed like the only response he could make. "But I will make love to you."
Justin smiled in delight as he nodded. He watched silently as Brian reached down to scoop up his suit jacket and fish in the inner breast pocket to find the lubricated condom he had concealed there. Justin arched one eyebrow in question as Brian dropped the suit jacket back down to the floor and explained, "You know how much I've wanted you. I was hoping this might come in handy eventually. This condom's done a lot of traveling lately," he grumbled as Justin laughed softly, causing Brian to smile down at him.
"Well, I'm glad it's going to finally be used tonight," Justin whispered as Brian handed it to him.
"Put it on me," he requested, his voice low and husky. This had also been one of his fantasies with Justin; there was just something so erotic about the thought of him placing the condom on him. He felt a slight ticklish sensation as Justin nodded and a few seconds later slid the latex over his abundant cock.
The two of them stared into each other's eyes before Brian reached down to grasp Justin's thighs to help him wrap them around his waist. He paused, however, as he suggested, "Maybe I should take you from behind," knowing with Justin's foot injury that it might be easier on him; both of them were so overcome with desire by now, though, that he knew there was no way they weren't going through with this. Silently, though, he was hoping Justin wouldn't agree; he wanted to see his face when they climaxed for the first time.
To his delight, Justin shook his head. "No," he whispered back. "I want to see you."
Brian nodded as he helped Justin place his legs around his waist; he noticed Justin wince as he linked them together. "Justin, we can wa.."
"NO," was the firm reply as Justin shook his head again. "No way. Do it, Brian," he urged throatily.
"But I haven't..."
"I don't care," was the instant response as Justin's fingers dug into Brian's biceps almost painfully. "It's lubricated. Do it. I want it. Take me; take me now, Brian. Please. Make me forget the pain."
Brian knew Justin wasn't referring to his foot now as he nodded, leaning down to kiss his lips once more before he took his free hand and, lining up his cock with Justin's hole, he pushed the tip in just slightly, hearing Justin hiss at the initial breach.
"It's okay," Justin replied at Brian's look of concern. "It's just been a while, that's all," he managed to explain as he gritted his teeth. Actually, he could count on one hand how many times he had been fucked; not that many hadn't tried, but most of the time he preferred to limit it to kissing and some blowjobs; there had been very few times when he had felt close enough to another man to let him fuck him, considering that to be the ultimate act of intimacy. Tonight, however, he couldn't get close enough to Brian.
Brian nodded in understanding, hating the idea of hurting Justin, but he also knew it was all part of it and that it would lessen as they continued. He waited until Justin nodded up at him before he pressed in a little further, again waiting until Justin had adjusted to the intrusion before going deeper.
"More," was Justin's plea, touched by how considerate Brian was trying to be. "Do it, Brian. Please," he whimpered now.
Brian nodded again, sweat starting to bead on his forehead from his attempts to control his movements as he pulled out, only to press back in harder. Again, he heard Justin blow out a labored, ragged breath as he snapped his hips this time to draw Brian in closer, making Brian gasp now at the tight heat deeply engulfing him. "Fuck, Justin," he marveled. "So tight; so incredibly tight."
"Feels good," Justin murmured in awe. "So damn good." He dug even deeper into Brian's flesh as he arched his back to pull Brian in even more. "Give it to me, Brian. Fuck me," was the demand as Justin's eyes shone with raw desire; the same feral emotion was reflected back in Brian's eyes as he withdrew temporarily, only to thrust forcefully back in, impaling himself all the way against Justin's body until they were flush against each other.
He groaned loudly at the incredible warmth that began to surround him, at the constricting possessiveness of Justin's body as his muscles clenched around him, at the soft moans of pleasure now escaping through Justin's parted lips as he began to rhythmically pump in and out of Justin's body.
The pleasure quickly building up inside Justin made him completely forget about his foot injury as they began a different sort of synchronized dance, one as old as time as their bodies moved in perfect choreography while Brian continued to make love to him, now hard and fast; just when he thought it couldn't get any more exhilarating, Brian roughly folded his body in half, bending his knees toward his chest as he stole kiss after kiss from his lips until he thought he would go crazy from the emotions pouring over him. Brian grunted each time he pounded into him, his sweat trickling to fall onto Justin's face as, with one last vocal cry of pleasure, Justin exploded, spewing his come between their bodies without Brian even touching his cock.
A few seconds later, fueled by his own desire as well as Justin's keens and moans of encouragement, Brian's body stiffened with impending climax just before he released his load into the condom and cried out in release, falling completely spent onto Justin's sticky, sweat-slicked frame in exhaustion, Justin's legs falling down onto the mattress and spreading apart to accommodate his larger body.
Brian lay there for several seconds, too overcome to move, feeling their twin hearts rapidly beating between them, before his dick softened and he reluctantly rolled off his lover to tie the condom and throw it onto the floor. He struggled to gain some much-needed breath before he finally turned his head to observe Justin staring back at him. He reached over to push some damp hair away from Justin's forehead as he whispered, "You okay? Your foot bothering you? Did I hurt you?"
He smiled as he received a dreamy, almost goofy-looking smile back in return. "What foot?" Justin murmured sleepily as Brian chuckled.
"Go to sleep, Teacher," Brian whispered as he turned on his side and drew Justin close against his chest.
"No," Justin softly protested as Brian arched an eyebrow and pulled back just enough to gaze down at him.
"Why not? I'll be here when you wake up," he assured him, wrapping his arms around him. He knew he should get up and find something to clean them up with, but he just couldn't move at the moment; he was enjoying holding Justin in his arms too much to do that.
Justin's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, as he clarified, "No, I mean tonight you're the teacher. Did I get an A?" he asked drowsily as he started to fall asleep.
As Justin's eyes finally closed in slumber, Brian kissed him on the forehead as he whispered back, "A+."