Mementos-Justin's POV-immediately Post 308... (NC-17)
Here's a post 308 fic I wrote for flaming_june. Oddly, it could stand alone or both precede and follow EAO--didn't happen on purpose that way, just happened.
Title: Mementos--Justin's POV
Warning: NC-17
Feedback: Sure!
Setting: immediately post 308...
Mementos-Justin's POV-immediately Post 308...
In a way, it was hard for me to get up the nerve to walk in there and say all those things to him, in his office, his territory, and in a way it wasn’t hard at all, because I’d made up my mind. This was where I wanted to be, and once I’ve made up my mind-god help you if you think you’re going to change it.
I expected him to say more after I said my piece, after I got up and closed the door, but he didn’t-not with words anyway. He just smiled at me when I walked back to him, and I thought that alone was going to do me in. I’d waited so long for him to look at me like that again, like I belonged there, right where I was-with him. The relief poured over me like a hit somebody gave me in the backroom or something, calming me and exciting me at the same time-making me tingle and grin. It was overwhelming. A shock passed from me to him when I touched him, the static electricity a cheap but honest metaphor of what was happening between us. I jumped a little. He didn’t. It would be the first of many captivating moments between us that night.
I know that I leaned in and kissed him because I remember it that way, that he let me kiss him, that I felt the softening in his lips as it happened, neither of us able to hide the happiness on our faces. It was in that first vulnerable moment between the two of us again that I knew for a fact that he loved me.
I wanted to stop right then and there and tell him that I was sorry for everything, for hurting him, for ever thinking-or making him think-that I didn’t know that he loved me. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything that might take that beautiful smile off his face. In many ways, the seduction was over at that moment; the chase had ended. Something was different in him and in me. I didn’t know what it was. I just knew that it had never felt better. Now, when he’s gone on a business trip, or I have to fly back out to L.A. for a few days to appease Brett, it’s still one of my top three jerk-off daydreams off all time.
Kind of like now-since I’m alone in this suite in the L.A. Hilton with nothing to do until my meeting tomorrow. I’ve left Brian four messages. It’s almost eleven o’clock there. What the fuck is he doing? He had dinner with Gus tonight. I know he wasn’t out this late.
He was so warm, that’s the first thing I remember, and the way he smelled. God, I missed that. And how strong he was, when I leaned in and kissed him, his hands on my back. I’d forgotten how when he holds you, you can’t go anywhere. I felt so small. How he teased me and tickled me as he got us out of our clothes. How I was virtually no help, mostly because he didn’t need my help, partly because I was already becoming dumb with desire. He made foreplay seem like child’s play that night, but that’s his prerogative. He makes the rules; he runs the show. I was the idiot for ever thinking I wasn’t the star.
I wish he’d call me back.
He stopped what he was doing, raising his eyebrows, my eyes following his outstretched hand to his desk, to the offer it was making. I was so intoxicated, so busy entertaining his tongue in my mouth that I hadn’t noticed the efficient effort he’d made to clear it. I blushed a little, embarrassed that I hadn’t been paying attention. He said nothing, his hand on my shoulder, turning me around, pressing my face against the cool surface of the desk.
I didn’t flinch when he pushed himself inside me seconds later. I wanted it like this-hard, fast, and rough. It had been way too long since I’d had this. His hands covered mine as I gripped the sides of his desk, his face hovering over me almost protectively as he fucked me, whispering things in my ear that I’d waited months and months to hear. And then finally, “I want you to come, Justin.”
And I did. All over everything. He yanked my hair a few seconds later, rushing into the condom, pulling my face backwards for an uncomfortable kiss, ending it with an order. “I think you’re warmed up now. Don’t move.” My body lightened as he lifted off of me, pulling out, my chest and stomach adhering to his desk courtesy of my come, my fingers still clinging to the edge.
And then I felt his body on top of mine again, less invasive this time, softer, gentler, his right hand running down my back, over my ass, down the back of my thighs. He was moaning. My eyes were wide open.
“Do you like that?” His words almost startled me, hot in my ear.
“Yes.” My answer tentative.
“Good. We’re going to do this for a while.”
Okay.
His hands were all over me-flat, open, strong-on my shoulders, my back, my bottom, my legs, between them, everywhere. We were both moaning. I spread my legs a little more. I had to. I was hard again.
It’s 11:23 now. He told me he’d be home by 11:00. I really need to talk to him.
“Brian.”
“Shhh. Speak when you’re spoken to.”
Okay. My eyes closed. I smiled as my shoulders and back were littered with kisses, as I heard him pop open a packet of lube. It’s an unmistakable sound.
“It’s time for something else now.” He kissed my cheek as his cold fingers slid inside me.
“Aah.” I moved my hands closer to my face. He’d never fingered me with his left hand before. I knew he was watching his fingers glide in and out of me. I pushed up on my toes.
“Show off.” I grinned, hidden, I thought. “You’re way too proud of this bottom of yours.”
Guilty.
He ran his right hand up and down the side of my body as I fucked his hand, as I grew more and more frustrated that he wouldn’t speed up, wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
“You need to be patient.” His right hand rubbing my ass obsessively now, driving me nuts.
“I can’t be patient, Brian. I can’t wait any longer.” God, please. Do something.
“I don’t know why. You went for months without it. Hold your breath, please.”
That was the beginning of the first real spanking Brian ever gave me. It stung-my ass and my ego. I should’ve held my breath like he told me to, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. It took me a while to learn to listen to him.
“Brian.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you then-waiting for it.” His fingers were gone from my ass, his hand firm on my lower back, holding me still.
“Brian, stop.”
“If you want me to stop, put your legs back together.” He stopped slapping my bottom for a minute, and I didn’t like that either. Even worse, my legs wouldn’t move. I was kind of pissed at myself, and well, kind of, not. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned over me, his words preceding his actions. If you really listen to Brian, they always do. “There’s a part of you that knows you deserve this.” I felt his hand in my hair. “That same part of you gets off on it.” He gave me time to think about that, running his tongue behind my ear and down my neck and back up again, my panting amusing him. “Trust me, you’ll feel a lot better when we’re all done.” I saw the fingers of his left hand wrap securely around my shoulder, and I reached over and held on to them as he finished what he’d started. I squeezed his hand, harder as it burned. He stopped for a second. I exhaled. “Whadd’ya know? He can be taught.” Holding your breath is an easy lesson to learn, knowing when you need to becomes the real game. “Stay on your toes. You’ve got something to show off now.”
I cried out when he spanked my thighs because it surprised me, because it really hurts when he does that, and because I was coming all over his desk again. “Please Brian, no more.”
I felt his erection sliding against my ass as he covered me, felt him soothing me with his hands, his voice, holding me as I rode out my guilty orgasm. “You did a very good job for your first time, Justin. I’m very, very proud of you. It won’t hurt nearly as bad when we do it again tomorrow.” I heard the condom wrapper tear. He pushed inside me slowly the second time. I don’t know why. I’ve never wanted him so badly in my entire life. He fucked me patiently this time, enjoying it, taking his time, talking to me. “God, I’ve missed this-fucking your little ass-every sweet, tight, hot, pink, little inch of it. So help me, if you ever deny me this privilege again, I’ll --.”
“I won’t, Brian. I won’t. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“That’s what you think. This is only the first meeting you’ve got with me tonight. I want to see you in my shower in forty-five minutes.”
“Why so long?” It doesn’t take us forty-five minutes to get to the loft.
“It’s gonna take you a while to clean up this mess you made in my office.”
“Why do I have to clean it up?”
“That’s what interns do, Taylor. Only, in your case, I’ll make an exception.”
“Thanks.” I thought I was off the hook.
“You can clean it up naked.”
I did it in ten, and he was right. I did feel better.
***********************
“Thank you for calling the Los Angeles Hilton. How may I direct your call?”
“Could you ring the room for ‘Jason Kemp’ please?”
“One moment sir.”
“Hello?”
“Greetings, Dumpster Twink.”
“Brian, why are you calling the room?”
“Because I’ve been calling your cell for hours and haven’t been able to get in touch with you.”
“Well, I left you four messages. You told me you’d be home by 11:00.”
“I’ve been home since 9:30. Have you called the loft?”
“No. I called your cell.”
“Well, I didn’t get any of your messages.”
“That’s impossible. I left you four.” I hate it when he makes me repeat myself.
“Impossible? What’s the last thing I told you before I kissed you good-bye at the airport?”
“Chew gum so my ears won’t hurt.”
“Before that.”
“Um…oh, shit. I didn’t do that again.”
“Yes. You did.”
“I checked and double-checked.” Fuck.
“Uh huh.”
“I did Brian.”
“What did I say Justin? And don’t mumble.”
“That I was gonna get it if I got our cell phones mixed up again. I must have grabbed the wrong one when we we’re having coffee. It’s not my fault Brian. They look exactly alike.”
“They were buy one, get the exact same one free.”
“You’re cheap in your old age.”
“And you still think you’re famous enough to need to use an alias at a hotel.”
“Rage 6 premieres in six weeks Brian or have you forgotten?” Jealous.
“You didn’t eat dinner, did you? You’re really bitchy.”
“No, I was sitting here waiting for you to call. I hate coming out here for these stupid meetings.”
“I miss you too. Go eat dinner and then call me back.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, and while you’re out, start shopping for a new ass because when you get back, I’m going to wear yours out.” Whatever. “Don’t ‘whatever’ me.” How does he always know when I’m doing that?
“I was just laying here thinking about that time in your office when-“
“I know what you were doing. Go eat. Call me back.”
“I love you too, Brian.”
“You love jerking off. I’ll be waiting.”
The end
Title: Mementos--Justin's POV
Warning: NC-17
Feedback: Sure!
Setting: immediately post 308...
Mementos-Justin's POV-immediately Post 308...
In a way, it was hard for me to get up the nerve to walk in there and say all those things to him, in his office, his territory, and in a way it wasn’t hard at all, because I’d made up my mind. This was where I wanted to be, and once I’ve made up my mind-god help you if you think you’re going to change it.
I expected him to say more after I said my piece, after I got up and closed the door, but he didn’t-not with words anyway. He just smiled at me when I walked back to him, and I thought that alone was going to do me in. I’d waited so long for him to look at me like that again, like I belonged there, right where I was-with him. The relief poured over me like a hit somebody gave me in the backroom or something, calming me and exciting me at the same time-making me tingle and grin. It was overwhelming. A shock passed from me to him when I touched him, the static electricity a cheap but honest metaphor of what was happening between us. I jumped a little. He didn’t. It would be the first of many captivating moments between us that night.
I know that I leaned in and kissed him because I remember it that way, that he let me kiss him, that I felt the softening in his lips as it happened, neither of us able to hide the happiness on our faces. It was in that first vulnerable moment between the two of us again that I knew for a fact that he loved me.
I wanted to stop right then and there and tell him that I was sorry for everything, for hurting him, for ever thinking-or making him think-that I didn’t know that he loved me. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything that might take that beautiful smile off his face. In many ways, the seduction was over at that moment; the chase had ended. Something was different in him and in me. I didn’t know what it was. I just knew that it had never felt better. Now, when he’s gone on a business trip, or I have to fly back out to L.A. for a few days to appease Brett, it’s still one of my top three jerk-off daydreams off all time.
Kind of like now-since I’m alone in this suite in the L.A. Hilton with nothing to do until my meeting tomorrow. I’ve left Brian four messages. It’s almost eleven o’clock there. What the fuck is he doing? He had dinner with Gus tonight. I know he wasn’t out this late.
He was so warm, that’s the first thing I remember, and the way he smelled. God, I missed that. And how strong he was, when I leaned in and kissed him, his hands on my back. I’d forgotten how when he holds you, you can’t go anywhere. I felt so small. How he teased me and tickled me as he got us out of our clothes. How I was virtually no help, mostly because he didn’t need my help, partly because I was already becoming dumb with desire. He made foreplay seem like child’s play that night, but that’s his prerogative. He makes the rules; he runs the show. I was the idiot for ever thinking I wasn’t the star.
I wish he’d call me back.
He stopped what he was doing, raising his eyebrows, my eyes following his outstretched hand to his desk, to the offer it was making. I was so intoxicated, so busy entertaining his tongue in my mouth that I hadn’t noticed the efficient effort he’d made to clear it. I blushed a little, embarrassed that I hadn’t been paying attention. He said nothing, his hand on my shoulder, turning me around, pressing my face against the cool surface of the desk.
I didn’t flinch when he pushed himself inside me seconds later. I wanted it like this-hard, fast, and rough. It had been way too long since I’d had this. His hands covered mine as I gripped the sides of his desk, his face hovering over me almost protectively as he fucked me, whispering things in my ear that I’d waited months and months to hear. And then finally, “I want you to come, Justin.”
And I did. All over everything. He yanked my hair a few seconds later, rushing into the condom, pulling my face backwards for an uncomfortable kiss, ending it with an order. “I think you’re warmed up now. Don’t move.” My body lightened as he lifted off of me, pulling out, my chest and stomach adhering to his desk courtesy of my come, my fingers still clinging to the edge.
And then I felt his body on top of mine again, less invasive this time, softer, gentler, his right hand running down my back, over my ass, down the back of my thighs. He was moaning. My eyes were wide open.
“Do you like that?” His words almost startled me, hot in my ear.
“Yes.” My answer tentative.
“Good. We’re going to do this for a while.”
Okay.
His hands were all over me-flat, open, strong-on my shoulders, my back, my bottom, my legs, between them, everywhere. We were both moaning. I spread my legs a little more. I had to. I was hard again.
It’s 11:23 now. He told me he’d be home by 11:00. I really need to talk to him.
“Brian.”
“Shhh. Speak when you’re spoken to.”
Okay. My eyes closed. I smiled as my shoulders and back were littered with kisses, as I heard him pop open a packet of lube. It’s an unmistakable sound.
“It’s time for something else now.” He kissed my cheek as his cold fingers slid inside me.
“Aah.” I moved my hands closer to my face. He’d never fingered me with his left hand before. I knew he was watching his fingers glide in and out of me. I pushed up on my toes.
“Show off.” I grinned, hidden, I thought. “You’re way too proud of this bottom of yours.”
Guilty.
He ran his right hand up and down the side of my body as I fucked his hand, as I grew more and more frustrated that he wouldn’t speed up, wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
“You need to be patient.” His right hand rubbing my ass obsessively now, driving me nuts.
“I can’t be patient, Brian. I can’t wait any longer.” God, please. Do something.
“I don’t know why. You went for months without it. Hold your breath, please.”
That was the beginning of the first real spanking Brian ever gave me. It stung-my ass and my ego. I should’ve held my breath like he told me to, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. It took me a while to learn to listen to him.
“Brian.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you then-waiting for it.” His fingers were gone from my ass, his hand firm on my lower back, holding me still.
“Brian, stop.”
“If you want me to stop, put your legs back together.” He stopped slapping my bottom for a minute, and I didn’t like that either. Even worse, my legs wouldn’t move. I was kind of pissed at myself, and well, kind of, not. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned over me, his words preceding his actions. If you really listen to Brian, they always do. “There’s a part of you that knows you deserve this.” I felt his hand in my hair. “That same part of you gets off on it.” He gave me time to think about that, running his tongue behind my ear and down my neck and back up again, my panting amusing him. “Trust me, you’ll feel a lot better when we’re all done.” I saw the fingers of his left hand wrap securely around my shoulder, and I reached over and held on to them as he finished what he’d started. I squeezed his hand, harder as it burned. He stopped for a second. I exhaled. “Whadd’ya know? He can be taught.” Holding your breath is an easy lesson to learn, knowing when you need to becomes the real game. “Stay on your toes. You’ve got something to show off now.”
I cried out when he spanked my thighs because it surprised me, because it really hurts when he does that, and because I was coming all over his desk again. “Please Brian, no more.”
I felt his erection sliding against my ass as he covered me, felt him soothing me with his hands, his voice, holding me as I rode out my guilty orgasm. “You did a very good job for your first time, Justin. I’m very, very proud of you. It won’t hurt nearly as bad when we do it again tomorrow.” I heard the condom wrapper tear. He pushed inside me slowly the second time. I don’t know why. I’ve never wanted him so badly in my entire life. He fucked me patiently this time, enjoying it, taking his time, talking to me. “God, I’ve missed this-fucking your little ass-every sweet, tight, hot, pink, little inch of it. So help me, if you ever deny me this privilege again, I’ll --.”
“I won’t, Brian. I won’t. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“That’s what you think. This is only the first meeting you’ve got with me tonight. I want to see you in my shower in forty-five minutes.”
“Why so long?” It doesn’t take us forty-five minutes to get to the loft.
“It’s gonna take you a while to clean up this mess you made in my office.”
“Why do I have to clean it up?”
“That’s what interns do, Taylor. Only, in your case, I’ll make an exception.”
“Thanks.” I thought I was off the hook.
“You can clean it up naked.”
I did it in ten, and he was right. I did feel better.
***********************
“Thank you for calling the Los Angeles Hilton. How may I direct your call?”
“Could you ring the room for ‘Jason Kemp’ please?”
“One moment sir.”
“Hello?”
“Greetings, Dumpster Twink.”
“Brian, why are you calling the room?”
“Because I’ve been calling your cell for hours and haven’t been able to get in touch with you.”
“Well, I left you four messages. You told me you’d be home by 11:00.”
“I’ve been home since 9:30. Have you called the loft?”
“No. I called your cell.”
“Well, I didn’t get any of your messages.”
“That’s impossible. I left you four.” I hate it when he makes me repeat myself.
“Impossible? What’s the last thing I told you before I kissed you good-bye at the airport?”
“Chew gum so my ears won’t hurt.”
“Before that.”
“Um…oh, shit. I didn’t do that again.”
“Yes. You did.”
“I checked and double-checked.” Fuck.
“Uh huh.”
“I did Brian.”
“What did I say Justin? And don’t mumble.”
“That I was gonna get it if I got our cell phones mixed up again. I must have grabbed the wrong one when we we’re having coffee. It’s not my fault Brian. They look exactly alike.”
“They were buy one, get the exact same one free.”
“You’re cheap in your old age.”
“And you still think you’re famous enough to need to use an alias at a hotel.”
“Rage 6 premieres in six weeks Brian or have you forgotten?” Jealous.
“You didn’t eat dinner, did you? You’re really bitchy.”
“No, I was sitting here waiting for you to call. I hate coming out here for these stupid meetings.”
“I miss you too. Go eat dinner and then call me back.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, and while you’re out, start shopping for a new ass because when you get back, I’m going to wear yours out.” Whatever. “Don’t ‘whatever’ me.” How does he always know when I’m doing that?
“I was just laying here thinking about that time in your office when-“
“I know what you were doing. Go eat. Call me back.”
“I love you too, Brian.”
“You love jerking off. I’ll be waiting.”
The end