Of course with this passage, who cares WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE WEARING!!!!!!!!!!!
Justin's body held him, and Brian tried to get further inside, bit the back of Justin's neck in his need, the two of them rutting together on instinct and a mutual madness. Justin was making the noises that meant he was going to come, and Brian rammed into him, thinking that he wanted to dissolve into Justin, if he could then he'd be okay. But then he was coming, and he wasn't dissolving, but flying and taking Justin with him. He closed his eyes against the frightening heights then crash-landed with full-body jerks and more biting. He couldn't remember a fuck more intense.
Justin clawed the ground, overwhelmed with sensation, and feeling blown apart. He'd forgotten how crazy fucking on acid could be, and Brian was saying amazing shit about wanting to be inside of him, wanting to fuck him until he was swallowed whole, wanted to come in him until he was nothing but jizz running down Justin's leg. Fuck, Brian was so fucked up, and Justin was, too, because that seemed like the hottest thing ever, even if it was fucked up and crazy weird.
When they both lay in the dirt, panting and shuddering, Justin said, "I love you." Because that's what all that stuff Brian had been babbling about during their fuck really meant, and after the gorgeousness and complexity of the lake, the world, the stars, it seemed important to get back to basics. "I love you, Brian."
"Justin--" Brian said his name with that sexy, thick, post-sex voice, and nuzzled his neck. Justin grabbed handfuls of the ground beneath him and waited for Brian to roll off, not complaining that he couldn't really breathe, or that blue dots were swirling around him.