Born Again: Chapter 2
Title: Born Again: Chapter 2
Rating: Adults Only
Characters: Brian and Justin, to begin with; the rest of the gang, later.
Warning: Justin/Ethan, although you never see them have sex; Hetero-Michael; drugs <--Hee hee.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
It takes them a long time to find Brian’s jeep. They walk down aisle after aisle, floor after floor before Brian smacks himself on the head and smirks, “I’m at the meters, not in the structure.”
They’re standing on the top of the structure, looking down at the black black night. Their breath steams the air, clouding the space in front of their mouths. Justin follows Brian’s gaze. “What are you thinking?” He asks, curious about the small grin tugging at the corners of Brian’s mouth.
“I’m immortal,” Brian declares. Justin’s eyebrows furrow when Brian steps closer to the ledge of the structure. “I’ve been immortalized.” He lays his palms flat on the short cement wall and suddenly pushes himself up, whipping his legs in front of his body. Justin doesn’t have time to comprehend the movement before Brian’s sitting on the edge.
“Brian,” he starts, cautious. But when Brian turns around, his eyes twinkling, his face open and inviting, Justin relaxes.
Brian pats the ledge next to him. “Come join me, Sunshine,” he teases.
“I’m...”
“Scared?”
“Of heights. Yeah,” Justin swallows.
“That’s okay.” And when Brian leans over, Justin screams, practically jumping onto the ledge, grabbing Brian’s shirt, pulling under his arms.
Justin’s huffing and puffing and sweating, grumbling about risking his life twice to save such a “stupid fucking piece of--” but he’s interrupted by Brian’s soft laughter.
“Got ya up here, didn’t I?” He once again pats the ground next to him and this time, Justin doesn’t decline.
Justin clenches his teeth and reaches behind him to grab the wall, to keep a strong hold. “It’s pretty windy out tonight,” he mutters, his hair flying in his face. He blinks rapidly, trying to dislodge the strands from his eyes, but too scared to remove his hands from the wall. “What if a huge gust comes and we get swept away?” It’s an irrational fear, Justin knows this. But it’s still very real. “I read about this guy once who was fixing some vent on his roof when a slight breeze came and literally knocked him off. He fell like ten stories. The worse part is, he didn’t die. He broke almost every bone in his body, but he survived. Lived out the rest of his sad existence confined to a small hospital bed.” Justin blinks again, his eyes stinging from wind and the way his hair would occasionally stick between his lashes.
Brian pushes his own hair away from his face and when he looks over at Justin to say something sarcastic about the man and the roof, he notices Justin’s hair in his eyes and the way he’s tightly gripping the ledge. Feeling bad for him, Brian tucks Justin’s hair behind his ear, softly caressing the area over and over again. Justin leans into his touch.
“Thirsty,” Brian sighs, removing his hand from the addiction of Justin’s soft hair and warm skin. He swallows, noticing how dry his mouth is. Like cotton. Or parchment.
“Can you reach my art box?” Justin asks.
Brian turns around and picks it up, leaning dangerously close to Justin, their bodies pressing against each other’s momentarily.
Justin opens the large box and pulls out a water bottle and some gum. “Here,” he hands the water to Brian, watching as the man practically inhales the liquid, “And here.”
“My breath that bad?” Brian jokes.
“No. But you’re starting to grind your teeth.”
Brian’s engrossed with the way Justin adjusts to the height, to the ledge, to the wind, to the night. Justin slowly pulls his head away from his body, stretching his neck like a turtle out of his shell. His grip slackens and his mouth relaxes, a small puff of air escaping his lips before he rolls his head on his shoulders and moans.
“This is okay,” Justin tells Brian softly.
To Brian, it’s more than okay.
“You weren’t really gonna jump, were you?” Justin breaks their silence again. His words sing.
“Nah. Just wanted you up here with me.”
Justin nods and Brian watches his adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. “But you said you were immortal.”
“Immortalized. By my son. By that tiny, flawless being.”
Justin turns, his head tilted as he ponders Brian’s words. “Wonder if my dad ever felt that way about me. Sure as hell doesn’t now.”
“My dad’s never felt that way about me.”
Nodding, Justin opens his art box again for a pack of cigarettes. “Guess you’ll be a good daddy, then.” He doesn’t see Brian cringe, but can sense the tension. Cigarette dipping lazily out of his mouth, Justin asks, “What?”
Brian shrugs, withdrawing his own pack of cigarettes from the depths of his pockets. “I’m signing away my rights, so I guess I’ll never have the option of discovering whether or not I’m a good father.”
Justin doesn’t say anything in return. He doesn’t have to. The air does it for them, throwing comfort and questions back and forth, stirring the unexpected intimacy of this night’s encounter in an almost film-like manner.
They smoke together, inhaling and exhaling as one. Brian decides he’s still a little high as he watches their smoke mingle and paint intricate patterns in the sky.
“That one kinda looks like a bird, huh?” Justin asks, pointing to their conjoined smoke.
“I thought it looked like an elephant.” Justin giggles when Brian says this, shaking his head. “No. See?” Brian points to the trunk, tracing it with his index finger.
“No. It’s a bird. Definitely. Or it was...” He squints, trying to conjure the imagine in his mind exactly as he saw it moments ago, but the smoke is already twisting into something else. Something new.
“It’s a cock now,” Brian insists. “See that balls? They’re sort of small. And the shaft is kind of fat, but it’s still a dick.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard. Always.”
And it goes from playful to erotic in zero point two seconds flat. Brian’s hand worms its way onto Justin’s crotch, stroking and caressing the bulge he finds by the zipper. Justin’s fingers hesitate as they bring his cigarette away from his lips, thinking about Ethan and their secret relationship, flicking the ash nervously as Brian begins to unzip his pants.
It’s hot inside the zipper. And when Brian’s hand slides into the gap of his briefs, Justin realizes that he’s been hard for a really long time. Brian groans when he discover how hard, how hot, and how wet Justin is.
Brian slowly pulls Justin out of his pants, intent on the way Justin licks his lips, his shockingly pink tongue darting in and out of his mouth. Brian dares to glance down at the hard organ in his hand. He’s not quite sure if it’s the drugs or reality that makes Justin’s cock so goddamn gorgeous.
“Perfection,” he grins up at Justin, flicking his wrist, setting a pace as he cups Justin’s cock, propelling his hand up and down.
Justin closes his eyes and lets the breeze, the dangerous height of the structure, the guilt of cheating on his boyfriend, and Brian’s amazing hands work their magic. He feels weightless. There’s no ground beneath his feet and it’s as if he could drown in the incredibleness of the whole situation. His moans are more like breathy gasps, quickening as Brian quickens, slowing as Brian slows. There’s some rustling and when he opens his eyes, he sees Brain straddling the ledge, his gaze penetrating his soul.
“What?” He asks nervously, sucking in a deep breath with Brian squeezes the head of his penis.
“Sit like this,” Brian motions. “Straddle it. Then lie down.”
Justin wants to protest, but he also wants to have this experience. His desire overthrows his fear and he finds himself wantonly spreading for Brian.
“I’m going to take off your pants,” Brian tells him, tugging at his jeans, forcing him to lift his body off the wall.
Justin’s going to fall, he knows it. He’s going to fall off the ledge in just his briefs and his shirt, the tragic death of a young queer artist. Only the death never comes. The cold cement tickles his ass and he smiles up at Brian shyly.
“I’m gonna suck your cock.” Brian’s words are blunt, but it’s the way he says them that makes Justin quiver. “Then I’m going to eat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you. Okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. C’mon. Hurry up.” Justin’s pulling at him, thrusting his cock into Brian’s hands, aiming for his face. “Do it.”
Brian swoops down, stuffing his mouth. Justin’s pubic hair tickles his nose and he moves away slightly, dancing his tongue along the shaft.
Brian’s always been into variation. He mastered the skills of fellatio in high school, but hardly ever uses them now that he’s an established top on Liberty Avenue. He hasn’t sucked cock in months and as he swallows around Justin, he can’t remember why. Justin tastes so damn good and he fits perfectly in Brian’s mouth. Justin’s touching him, reaching out to caress and tug and include him in the pleasure he’s receiving.
A trail of saliva follows Brian as he removes his mouth from around Justin’s cock. “Don’t--stop,” Justin moans, the cold air hitting his burning skin. “More.”
Brian clutches Justin’s thighs, lifting them and placing them around his shoulders. He moves down without preamble, brushing Justin with his tongue, kissing his ass fervently.
Justin’s has always liked rim jobs. But Ethan’s constantly talking about how gross it is; how unsanitary and weird, so liking them has made him feel discouragingly self-conscious.
But, yet, with Brian...
“God,” he inhales, hissing as Brian bites his skin. His tongue laves and probes and... “God.”
With one loud kiss, Brian pulls away from Justin’s ass, a sloppy grin doting his face. He unzips his own pants, slowly, tugging out his hard cock. Justin hasn’t been fucked by a cock that... wow... in years. Brian’s rolling down a condom and preparing him with multiple fingers at the same time, overwhelming Justin’s senses.
As Brian positions himself in front of Justin, Justin clutches his arm. “Wait,” he gasps. “Maybe I should take some E, too. Being fucked on E is an amazing feeling. And being this high off the ground... I wanna experience that.”
“It takes at almost an hour to work,” Brian cautions him. “And these,” he motions to their erections, “Won’t last that long.”
“Then let me fuck you,” Justin gasps desperately.
Brian falters. “What?”
“Have you ever been fucked while on E?” When Brian shakes his head, Justin continues excitedly. “It’s indescribable, really. It’s like, every part of your body is being fucked. You can feel the cock inside your toes, even.”
He begins to stroke Brian’s arms, studying his face as Brian leans back, thinking.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Justin whispers. “I just want to share this with you.”
Brian mumbles something incoherent and slides off the ledge, his hard cock still poking out of his pants.
“Wait! Don’t go. If you don’t want me to fuck you, that’s okay. I understand. I do,” Justin sits up quickly, almost stumbling into Brian’s arms.
He can feel Brian’s hard cock against his stomach.
“Please,” Justin whimpers.
Brian leans against the ledge, his cock hard and leaking, proof that he’s turned on. Even to the idea of Justin fucking him. Especially to the idea of Justin fucking him. “I haven’t allowed someone to fuck me in a very long time, Sunshine. And I’ve never let a little blond twink fuck me before.”
Justin invades Brian’s space, ramming Brian’s thigh between his own, rubbing their cocks together. Brian isn’t sure where this side of Justin has emerged from. He seems so gentle; so submissive. Yet here he is, demanding to fuck the Stud of Liberty Avenue. Demanding to fuck a notorious top.
“Lucky for you I’m not a little blond twink.”
Brian wants to laugh, but he’s afraid it will turn to a groan. Justin’s hands are dipping lower and lower into the back of his pants and it’s making him very...
“You shouldn’t play with fire, kid,” Brian whispers.
Justin leans into him, licking his neck. “How about I play with your ass instead?”
Brian pushes Justin away and Justin can feel his face droop in disappointment, but it’s probably better this way. He’s already taken it a step too far. He should really think about Ethan and their relationship together. But when Brian pulls down his pants and leans across the ledge saying, “You’d better make this good,” Justin can’t recall even the color of his boyfriend’s hair.
onto chapter 3...