Morning, Justin's POV, A few days after the Liberty Ride
kitkatbyte asked for a Post 414 fic with a little hurt shoulder/Justin taking care of Brian flavoring, and I had this hanging out on my hard drive. So, I got it out, dusted it off, spruced it up a little, and, hopefully, made it presentable. It's not exactly what the doctor ordered, but it's close.
Title: Morning, Justin's POV
Setting: Post 414, a few days after the Liberty Ride
Warnings: NC-17
Genre: Smut & Affection on the rocks.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been; never will be. Don't rub it in.
Feedback: Necessary, all signs at my zoo say: "Please feed the animals." Thank you.
Beta'd by Me. I kind of tend to beta my own smut. :-) Surprise, kinneytay, I kind of think you are used to that by now.
Morning, Justin’s POV, Post 414, a few days after the Liberty Ride…
The alarm clock goes off around 7:00. I smack it before I realize that Brian is already up and in the shower. I hate when he does that. It used to be a crime in this loft to take a shower by yourself. I walk in the bathroom, pee, and join him in the hot water.
“Hey, you’re up,” he says as he pulls me close to him. I close my eyes and lean back against his chest--his right arm hugging me tight. He kisses my neck and we stand under the spray for several minutes, just breathing together under the water and steam. Finally, I break the spell.
“Are you in a hurry, Brian?”
“No, not really. I do have to go in though.”
“Okay, well, sit down. I’ll wash your hair. It’ll spare your arm.” I kick the stool in the shower out from the wall for him so he can sit down. His height is both an advantage and a disadvantage for us at times. I pour the shampoo in my hand, rub my hands together and massage his head while he leans against me.
“Don’t fall back asleep Brian.”
“Mmmm, I won’t. That feels really good.” His hand reaches behind him for my ass and pulls me against him. I am already hard.
“Justin, you’re dick is poking me in the back.” Thank you Captain Obvious.
“Shut up and rinse,” I tell him, moving around in front of him and adjusting the spray to rinse his hair. I wash mine quickly. It doesn’t take long these days; there isn’t much of it.
Brian stands up for a minute, looks at me, and kisses me-hard. My knees trick me-one minute they're here and the next they're gone. Brian never even notices. He never lets go. He reaches back to re-position the spray so that it keeps both of us warm and wet. He moves me against the wall of the shower and presses his lips into my face again. I stop breathing for a minute.
“God.” His lips part mine. His eyes wander down my chest, following his hands, as he sits back down on the stool. I look down at him and then at me. I am so hard. I can’t feel my toes.
He runs one hand back up my chest, over my neck and cups the side of my face. I turn my head to rest it in the palm of his hand, to lick the warm water off his fingers. His other hand is massaging my cock, teasing my slit, cupping my balls.
“Hmmm, yes, Brian, yes,” I moan. My voice is muffled in his hand. I grasp his hand that's on my face and plant my other hand on the wall of the shower, closing my eyes. If I look at him right now, it’ll be ‘game over.’ He knows I have no tolerance for foreplay in the morning.
I moan into his hand even longer and even louder as his stubble grazes my stomach. I shiver for a second and feel his smile against me.
“My, my, aren’t we carrying on like a high school girl this morning?”
He's tracing my abs with his fingers, sucking the water off my stomach, and staring up at me beneath his dark, wet hair.
“You’ve got chill bumps, like it’s your first time. You're fucking adorable, you know that?”
“Brian, please,” I will my hand off the shower wall and put it on the back of his head to push him into my dick. I can’t stand it anymore. He isn’t having any of that. He removes my hand and flattens it back against the shower wall.
I protest too quickly. “Uh.”
“A whiney high school girl, spoiled and whiney. I don’t like spoiled and whiney, Sunshine.”
He slides his hand behind my back, squeezes my ass, and pulls my body towards him. I look down as my cock slides into his mouth. My breathing stops again for a few seconds. His tongue feels even warmer than the shower. He guides my cock all the way into his mouth as I clutch his hair. I want to fall forward on top of him.
He slows down for minute, and I stop chasing his face-almost out of fear that I've hurt him, but he's fine. He's reaching for lube.
“Brian, I’m going to cum, any second,” I warn as he resumes sucking my cock, like he can’t tell, like he isn’t the maestro of this symphony. His warm mouth engulfs my dick; his large hands fiercely grab at my ass, his fingers roughly parting my cheeks with one hand as I feel the other hand snake between my legs and force them farther apart. He ignores my warnings and I focus on the tidal wave that I'm getting ready to ride.
“Oh my god, oh my god. I’m sorry. Fuck,” I shoot in his mouth in some chaotic, disjointed way that almost knocks me down. The force of his body fights with mine to keep me against the wall where he wants me. He holds me in his mouth until every bit of me has finished twitching, until every ounce of me has been swallowed and then he stands up and kisses me. There's no blood in my lips right now, and I’ve having a little trouble getting them to cooperate.
He sucks and tugs at my lips, pressing me against the wall, keeping both of us under the warm water, breathing life back into me.
“I’m dizzy.” I don’t know why, but I always feel kind of embarrassed right after I cum. He takes my hands off the wall of the shower and places one behind his back and one on his cock. Where are my manners?
“You’re always dizzy when you cum standing up,” his tongue pre-empts any response I might have had, and I pull him closer to me. The warm water pools in our mouths for a second, and I close my eyes as he drags his unshaven face up and down my neck. I rise up on my toes and moan a little as the beginnings of his beard tickle my ear. “I want to be inside you.”
My hand wanders over to the soap dish, finds a condom, and does the honors, feeling bad that I haven’t paid more attention to his cock this morning. Oh well, there’s always lunchtime.
His palm covers my ass and turns both of us around, so he can resume his position on the stool; the very same, very expensive shower stool I charged on his credit card after he got sick; the very same one he never got around to bitching me out for buying.
“I’m not gonna last long, Justin,” I straddle his legs on the stool, his hands wrapping around my waist. He slides a warm, wet finger inside me quickly, aggressively, almost possessively. It’s gone too soon, replaced by his words:
“Now.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and start to lower myself on his cock, my eyes rolling back in my head a little as I take him in slowly. I open my eyes to look into his. He is wincing.
“Brian?”
“Um, you can’t press on that shoulder. Put that hand on the wall. Yeah, that’s better. Chriiiist. You are tight, so fucking tight.”
The water is hitting me in the face now. I tuck my head and focus on him, on pleasing him. Brian is a man who plucks guys out of crowds to fuck. Their skills are largely immaterial; their time with him brief. I, on the other hand, have been with Brian thousands of times. I know what he likes. I press down on him hard, ignoring the seething pain that spikes through me when he fucks me like this. Hot water, little to no lubrication, and every bit of Brian Kinney.
“This hurts, this fucking hurts,” I breathe into his ear.
“I know,” he growls back at me, grabbing my waist and pushing me all the way down on him. I cry out.
“Oh god, Brian. It’s too deep, too much.” I am trying to get leverage, to get some sort of rhythm, but I can’t. Everything is too hot, too wet, and too slippery. I am useless. Oh my god, I am a high school girl.
I don’t think he’s even listening to me. He has taken matters into his own hands. I wrap my arms around his neck and meet his rhythm-his arms forcing my hips up and down his cock, forcing my legs to assist. His cock slipping almost all the way out of my hole and then slamming into me, sending a warm, familiar burn through the lower part of my body as he ejaculates, his body quivering and his voice shaking in my ear. It's a while before the kissing stops, before the water stops, before either one of us speaks. Since he did most of the work, I let him go first.
“At this rate, my shoulder is never going to heal.”
I defend myself, “Hey, I tried to help. I washed your hair for you.”
“Justin, I'd already washed my hair.”
He dresses for work. I dress for errands.
I make him breakfast. He takes it with him.
“I’ll see you tonight, Brian” I kiss him good-bye, breathing in the smell of soap and aftershave, holding is necktie for ransom. “Brian?”
“What?” He wants to leave. Thanks to me, he is running behind schedule.
“Your hair looks great.”
The End.
Title: Morning, Justin's POV
Setting: Post 414, a few days after the Liberty Ride
Warnings: NC-17
Genre: Smut & Affection on the rocks.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been; never will be. Don't rub it in.
Feedback: Necessary, all signs at my zoo say: "Please feed the animals." Thank you.
Beta'd by Me. I kind of tend to beta my own smut. :-) Surprise, kinneytay, I kind of think you are used to that by now.
Morning, Justin’s POV, Post 414, a few days after the Liberty Ride…
The alarm clock goes off around 7:00. I smack it before I realize that Brian is already up and in the shower. I hate when he does that. It used to be a crime in this loft to take a shower by yourself. I walk in the bathroom, pee, and join him in the hot water.
“Hey, you’re up,” he says as he pulls me close to him. I close my eyes and lean back against his chest--his right arm hugging me tight. He kisses my neck and we stand under the spray for several minutes, just breathing together under the water and steam. Finally, I break the spell.
“Are you in a hurry, Brian?”
“No, not really. I do have to go in though.”
“Okay, well, sit down. I’ll wash your hair. It’ll spare your arm.” I kick the stool in the shower out from the wall for him so he can sit down. His height is both an advantage and a disadvantage for us at times. I pour the shampoo in my hand, rub my hands together and massage his head while he leans against me.
“Don’t fall back asleep Brian.”
“Mmmm, I won’t. That feels really good.” His hand reaches behind him for my ass and pulls me against him. I am already hard.
“Justin, you’re dick is poking me in the back.” Thank you Captain Obvious.
“Shut up and rinse,” I tell him, moving around in front of him and adjusting the spray to rinse his hair. I wash mine quickly. It doesn’t take long these days; there isn’t much of it.
Brian stands up for a minute, looks at me, and kisses me-hard. My knees trick me-one minute they're here and the next they're gone. Brian never even notices. He never lets go. He reaches back to re-position the spray so that it keeps both of us warm and wet. He moves me against the wall of the shower and presses his lips into my face again. I stop breathing for a minute.
“God.” His lips part mine. His eyes wander down my chest, following his hands, as he sits back down on the stool. I look down at him and then at me. I am so hard. I can’t feel my toes.
He runs one hand back up my chest, over my neck and cups the side of my face. I turn my head to rest it in the palm of his hand, to lick the warm water off his fingers. His other hand is massaging my cock, teasing my slit, cupping my balls.
“Hmmm, yes, Brian, yes,” I moan. My voice is muffled in his hand. I grasp his hand that's on my face and plant my other hand on the wall of the shower, closing my eyes. If I look at him right now, it’ll be ‘game over.’ He knows I have no tolerance for foreplay in the morning.
I moan into his hand even longer and even louder as his stubble grazes my stomach. I shiver for a second and feel his smile against me.
“My, my, aren’t we carrying on like a high school girl this morning?”
He's tracing my abs with his fingers, sucking the water off my stomach, and staring up at me beneath his dark, wet hair.
“You’ve got chill bumps, like it’s your first time. You're fucking adorable, you know that?”
“Brian, please,” I will my hand off the shower wall and put it on the back of his head to push him into my dick. I can’t stand it anymore. He isn’t having any of that. He removes my hand and flattens it back against the shower wall.
I protest too quickly. “Uh.”
“A whiney high school girl, spoiled and whiney. I don’t like spoiled and whiney, Sunshine.”
He slides his hand behind my back, squeezes my ass, and pulls my body towards him. I look down as my cock slides into his mouth. My breathing stops again for a few seconds. His tongue feels even warmer than the shower. He guides my cock all the way into his mouth as I clutch his hair. I want to fall forward on top of him.
He slows down for minute, and I stop chasing his face-almost out of fear that I've hurt him, but he's fine. He's reaching for lube.
“Brian, I’m going to cum, any second,” I warn as he resumes sucking my cock, like he can’t tell, like he isn’t the maestro of this symphony. His warm mouth engulfs my dick; his large hands fiercely grab at my ass, his fingers roughly parting my cheeks with one hand as I feel the other hand snake between my legs and force them farther apart. He ignores my warnings and I focus on the tidal wave that I'm getting ready to ride.
“Oh my god, oh my god. I’m sorry. Fuck,” I shoot in his mouth in some chaotic, disjointed way that almost knocks me down. The force of his body fights with mine to keep me against the wall where he wants me. He holds me in his mouth until every bit of me has finished twitching, until every ounce of me has been swallowed and then he stands up and kisses me. There's no blood in my lips right now, and I’ve having a little trouble getting them to cooperate.
He sucks and tugs at my lips, pressing me against the wall, keeping both of us under the warm water, breathing life back into me.
“I’m dizzy.” I don’t know why, but I always feel kind of embarrassed right after I cum. He takes my hands off the wall of the shower and places one behind his back and one on his cock. Where are my manners?
“You’re always dizzy when you cum standing up,” his tongue pre-empts any response I might have had, and I pull him closer to me. The warm water pools in our mouths for a second, and I close my eyes as he drags his unshaven face up and down my neck. I rise up on my toes and moan a little as the beginnings of his beard tickle my ear. “I want to be inside you.”
My hand wanders over to the soap dish, finds a condom, and does the honors, feeling bad that I haven’t paid more attention to his cock this morning. Oh well, there’s always lunchtime.
His palm covers my ass and turns both of us around, so he can resume his position on the stool; the very same, very expensive shower stool I charged on his credit card after he got sick; the very same one he never got around to bitching me out for buying.
“I’m not gonna last long, Justin,” I straddle his legs on the stool, his hands wrapping around my waist. He slides a warm, wet finger inside me quickly, aggressively, almost possessively. It’s gone too soon, replaced by his words:
“Now.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and start to lower myself on his cock, my eyes rolling back in my head a little as I take him in slowly. I open my eyes to look into his. He is wincing.
“Brian?”
“Um, you can’t press on that shoulder. Put that hand on the wall. Yeah, that’s better. Chriiiist. You are tight, so fucking tight.”
The water is hitting me in the face now. I tuck my head and focus on him, on pleasing him. Brian is a man who plucks guys out of crowds to fuck. Their skills are largely immaterial; their time with him brief. I, on the other hand, have been with Brian thousands of times. I know what he likes. I press down on him hard, ignoring the seething pain that spikes through me when he fucks me like this. Hot water, little to no lubrication, and every bit of Brian Kinney.
“This hurts, this fucking hurts,” I breathe into his ear.
“I know,” he growls back at me, grabbing my waist and pushing me all the way down on him. I cry out.
“Oh god, Brian. It’s too deep, too much.” I am trying to get leverage, to get some sort of rhythm, but I can’t. Everything is too hot, too wet, and too slippery. I am useless. Oh my god, I am a high school girl.
I don’t think he’s even listening to me. He has taken matters into his own hands. I wrap my arms around his neck and meet his rhythm-his arms forcing my hips up and down his cock, forcing my legs to assist. His cock slipping almost all the way out of my hole and then slamming into me, sending a warm, familiar burn through the lower part of my body as he ejaculates, his body quivering and his voice shaking in my ear. It's a while before the kissing stops, before the water stops, before either one of us speaks. Since he did most of the work, I let him go first.
“At this rate, my shoulder is never going to heal.”
I defend myself, “Hey, I tried to help. I washed your hair for you.”
“Justin, I'd already washed my hair.”
He dresses for work. I dress for errands.
I make him breakfast. He takes it with him.
“I’ll see you tonight, Brian” I kiss him good-bye, breathing in the smell of soap and aftershave, holding is necktie for ransom. “Brian?”
“What?” He wants to leave. Thanks to me, he is running behind schedule.
“Your hair looks great.”
The End.