Current mood:	silly
Entry tags:	2007 halloween contest, halloween at babylon

Happy Season of the Witch
TITLE: Save a Horse
AUTHOR: faile02
CATEGORY: Halloween at Babylon
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to rissa_jennings, because
without her this porn would never have gotten written. Love you,
darling! Totally not beta read, but I've got a decent understanding
of the English language, so it shouldn't any glaring mistakes. Don't
feel bad about correcting me if there are, though!

Save a Horse

The hard part wasn't getting Justin into the costume. It was keeping him there.

"Daphne, this looks ridiculous." It was not quite a whine. More like
a drawn out statement. Justin eyed himself in the mirror, trying to
re-adjust the toga strap to cover more of his chest.

She came over, putting the last pin in her hair, dark curls spilling
over her shoulders. Daphne matched him, the white dress of Athena
complementing her skin, gold bracelets wrapped around her arms and
ankles. She looked hot. It was almost a waste that she was going to
spend the evening at Babylon with him, instead of someplace where she
had a chance of getting hit on by somebody who wasn't Brian.

"Stop fidgeting. You don't look ridiculous, you look hot." She
swatted at his hands, then fixed the strap to lay across his shoulder.
"Brian's going to die when he sees you!" Justin swore he saw Daphne
clap her hands together.

"Brian better be in costume too," Justin grumbled, as they headed out.

*^*^*

"Fuck Emmett. I can't believe I trusted you to pick out costumes."

"Fuck you every much, Brian. Those pants were a bitch to find."
Emmett eyed Brian, who was standing across from him. "I don't know
what you're complaining about, it fits perfectly. You look hot!"
Emmett's voice did a little dip of excitement, and he tugged on his
own costume of 'knightly armor.'

Looking at himself in the mirror, Brian shrugged. At least the
leather pants were designer. Between that, the leather vest, cowboy
hat and boots, and the rope looped at his waist, Brian really did look
like a hot S&M cowboy. Upon further inspection, he was surprisingly
okay with that.

"Let's get out of here. We've got a party to go to."

As they walked out, Emmett stuck his tongue out at Brian's back.

*^*^*

Babylon was packed and it took Justin and Daphne nearly 10 minutes to
clear out their corner of the bar. Justin, having the special
dispensation of going to Babylon nearly every night, had no worry of
being ID'd. He and Daphne were already on their second drink when
Justin spotted Emmett and Ben making their way toward them. Justin
assumed that everybody else was behind them, and he craned his neck,
looking for Brian.

When the group finally made it to the bar, Brian stopped short.
"Justin. You look hot." The perpetual smirk on Brian's face matched
Daphne's as Brian grabbed Justin by his toga and pulled him in for a
kiss.

Justin grinned against Brian's mouth, his hands coming up to grip at
the leather vest. "You too. Let's dance."

Brian threw Daphne his cowboy hat, and allowed Justin to pull him to
the dance floor, their hips meeting for the slow grind that was
Brian's idea of dancing. He knew they wouldn't last too long before
they would need to fuck.

Four drinks and a bump later, the grinding had turned less like
dancing, and more like pure sex, so when Justin grabbed Brian's hand,
he didn't stop him from dragging him from the dance floor to the
backroom. Brian smirked at the disappointed looks they gathered, as
the two of them walked away from the crowd. Around them glitter fell
from the ceiling and men wearing scraps of clothing that passed for
costumes danced and looked on in envy at Justin. Nobody told Brian
Kinney what to do, and yet there was Justin, obviously the one
bringing Brian to the back, instead of the other way around.

In the backroom, Brian switched positions and took the lead away from
Justin. They went into the dark depths, looking for a spot that
wasn't filthy or in use. Finally, Brian found a spot that suited him,
and he leaned back, pulling Justin with him for a kiss.

Justin's hands flitted across Brian's chest, just brushing under the
edge of the vest the other man wore, until they reached the rope
around his waist. Using it to pull Brian towards him, Justin deepened
the kiss, tongue swirling around Brian's. "I always liked cowboys," he
said, licking his lips as he pulled back to see his face.

If anything, Brian's smirk grew deeper. "Ever fuck a cowboy, son?" he
said, in his best Charleston Heston voice. It was surprisingly good,
considering Brian was drunk and flying off poppers and horny as all
fuck. He ran his hands over Justin's back, smearing glitter in large
chunks. The shoulder strap from Justin's costume had been pushed off
already, trailing against the backroom floor.

"Let's see how much." It sounded like a growl, Brian's voice still
riding the edge of his last statement. He bit at Justin's lips, hands
sliding down to grip Justin's butt cheeks, the thin fabric of the toga
offering no protection against Brian's erection.

Smirking, Justin slid his hands lower, rubbing Brian's erection
through the leather pants. "No, but I always wanted to," he said,
tugging down on the zipper. Freeing Brian's cock, Justin stroked it,
just softly. "Are you going to let me?"

Brian's head fell back, his hands pushing Justin down to where he
wanted him. "Fuck yes," he groaned, preparing himself for the best
blowjob of his life. Every blowjob from Justin was a testament to his
skill and attention to detail.

He didn't bother to hide the smile on his face as Brian showed him
where he wanted him. He licked just the tip at first before taking the
head into his mouth, sucking gently. Meanwhile, Justin's hand wrapped
around the base and pumped in time with his mouth.

Brian moaned softly, uncaring of the eyes of the watchers now
gathering around them. They always drew a crowd and Brian thrived off
it. His hands were in Justin's hair, the silky strands falling
through Brian's fingers as he tugged softly, let go, and tugged again.
It wasn't ever hard or rough, it just fulfilled a need to touch.

Justin's mouth worked him over, taking Brian into his mouth and
sucking hard, but not going all the way, as if sensing Brian's need to
get his release from a good fuck. Brian let Justin suck him a moment
longer, before pulling him back up.

Justin licked his lips, the taste of Brian's precome still lingering
on his tongue. He reached up for a kiss, wrapping one leg around
Brian's, letting him know that Justin wanted him, too. "Where do you
want me?" he asked, grinning, knowing exactly where this was going to
lead.

Brian kissed him hard, tasting himself of Justin's tongue. In a fluid
motion, Brain had Justin up against the wall his cock to Justin's ass.
"Against the wall." He flipped up the skirt, pushed down Justin's
briefs. "Hard and dripping." Brian reached around Justin to cup his
cock, his fingers finding the drop of precome and smearing it around
the hand. "Ready and waiting."

Brian's other hand fit himself between Justin's ass cheeks, fingering
his hole. There was lube, Brian must have had something in his
pocket, and he slowly worked one finger, than another into Justin's
hole.

Justin made a small mewling noise and pushed back on Brian's finger.
Brian kissed the back of Justin's neck, and then there was the sound
of foil being ripped, an instant where Brian wasn't at Justin's back,
and then the slow burn of Brian's cock entering him.

Justin took a gulp of air, arching his back as Brian's hands roamed
across his stomach to grip at his hips. After was seemed like hours,
Justin could feel Brian inside him, Brian's hips flush against
Justin's back, the leather of Brian's vest sticking to Justin's sweaty
skin.

Brian moved slowly, waiting for Justin to get used to the feeling.
"Fuck, Justin."

Slowly, Justin rocked his hips back against Brian's cock, helping
establish the rhythm between them. He resisted the urge to reach down
and stroke himself, wanting Brian to take charge, to let him know what
he wanted.

When Justin started to move, Brian knew he was ready, and rolled his
hips to start his motion. He caught Justin's hands, pushing them
against the wall, holding them there. Brian started to build up a
motion, thrusting against Justin's hips, one hand letting go of
Justin's to grip his hip.

Brian buried his nose in Justin's hair, and he was just high enough
for the smell of Justin to affect him as much as the idea of Justin
and the feel of Justin clenching around Brian's cock and the memory of
Justin's mouth and then Brian was coming, his hand finding Justin's
rock hard cock, jerking him off as Brian came in slow thrusts, his
moans muffled in Justin's shoulder.

Slumping against him, Brian licked at the spot on Justin's shoulder
that he may have bit, his hand still on Justin's cock. It didn't take
much longer for Justin to come, long spurts that splattered on the
wall in front of him.

Brian slowly pulled out, tying off the condom and tossing it aside.
They took a moment to straight up, Justin tugging his toga back into
place, Brian zipping up his leather pants. They shared a kiss, and a
smile. "Back to the dance floor?" Brian asked, and smirked when
Justin's eyes lit up. As they headed back, Brian smacked Justin's
ass. That was a promise for later.


~Fini