LIE BACK AGAINST ME
Title: Lie Back Against Me
Written By: burkesl17
Timeline: Post S5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fisting, group sex and voyeurism
Summary: Porn, gratuitous porn featuring fisting, group sex and voyeurism
Justin thought it was one of those times where competition and testosterone could be blamed for everything. He pulled his jacket tighter around him as Brian paid the cab fair and looked up at the townhouse in front of them. It was a dare really, a stupid dare because they’d been teasing each other, and Brian had been sucking his collarbone between whispering really nasty things about how hot it would be, and he’d been resisting, and then it had turned into resisting for the sake of it, and then Brian had leaned over him and said, “I dare you,” in a voice so full of sex and heat he hadn’t been able to back down on it.
So here he was, walking up the steps to Martin Abbott’s townhouse to an invitation only sex party. He didn’t have an issue with the sex party, he’d been to a few in LA, although not many in Pittsburgh or New York. They were more popular in LA where there were a lot of people who needed to be discreet about the gender of the person they were fucking. It was the Martin Abbott bit he was having issues with. He didn’t like Martin Abbott, Martin Abbott was very rich, very popular and known by anyone who was anyone on the New York arts scene. But Martin Abbott had a tendency to look at him like he was a piece of meat, and he looked at Brian the same way. It was as though the fact that he had brought a few of Justin’s paintings, for ok a lot of money, meant he was owed a piece of their asses.
Brian just treated him with smirks and scorn, without ever shooting him down entirely, because his money was helping to keep Justin comfortably in paint, canvas and food. Justin always felt grimy after talking to him though.
Brian turned and smirked at him as he rang the doorbell.
“Dare you.”
“To do what?”
“I’ll decide when I see the options.”
Justin shook his head and the door opened. A gym junkie dressed in leather straps stood there and raised his eyebrows.
“Yes.”
Justin handed over the invitation and they walked in. They went into what was probably the living room, when Martin Abbott appeared wearing, in Justin’s opinion, clothes a few years too young and few inches too revealing.
“Justin! And Brian! It’s just wonderful you decided to grace us with your presence tonight.”
His eyes were glassy and Justin forced his lips into a smile.
“Martin.”
Their hands were grasped and Martin Abbott ran his fingers over Brian’s bicep.
“Well boys, sexy as you look in these jackets, especially that leather Brian, clothes are only allowed on the ground floor. Once you go up those stairs you have to hand them in, you get a robe or towel in return.
“The second floor is a general free for all, but we’d ask you to keep any really kinky stuff on the third floor ok?”
Brian squeezed the back of Justin’s neck and said,
“We’ll try our best.”
“That’s all I ask boys. And if you want to come and find me at any time, and I mean any time, do not hesitate.”
He winked at them and moved on to some other new arrivals.
Justin resisted the urge to wipe his hands and looked up at Brian who was looking around the room eagerly.
“You’re like a kid in a candy store aren’t you? Just don’t know where to start.”
“Oh I know where to start.”
Brian’s voice was low and the room seemed to shrink down to just contain the two of them as he turned towards Justin and increased the pressure on the back of his neck again.
“We’re going upstairs now Justin, I dare you.”
***
Brian was vaguely entertained by the clothes and robe exchange. You went upstairs into a corridor of mostly naked guys and then walked into a room where you got given a robe and a little plastic tag by a guy in a tiny towel. Apparently you got your clothes back when you gave them back the tag, like in one of Justin’s art galleries. It was so ridiculously polite for a party where the entire purpose was to fuck in public.
They wandered around after that for a bit, looking for a room to stop in, but Brian kept moving on, he wanted to find something that would really wind Justin up, push him a bit. Justin pushed a door open and stopped so suddenly Brian banged into him, pushing them both into the room.
There were three men on the bed. One was on his hands and knees, another knelt in front of him rubbing his back and murmuring in his ear, and a third was behind the man in the middle. The light was dim and for a moment Brian couldn’t see what was going on until he realised that the man at the back had four of his fingers in the guy’s ass.
He looked down at Justin and the watched the flush of colour in his cheeks. He put his arm around Justin’s chest and slid his fingers under the robe.
“Do you want to stay here?”
Justin shivered and tensed but didn’t respond so he moved his hand lower, over Justin’s stomach and into his pubic hair.
“I dare you.”
Justin’s cock jumped against the back of his hand and he tugged him over to a space against the wall.
There were a few other men in the room. Some were masturbating and one was on his knees sucking off another man. Their moans and gasps were quiet, as though they didn’t want to detract from the sounds the man on the bed was making. Brian cupped Justin’s cock and began to jerk him slowly. He watched as the man pushed his thumb into the guy’s ass and looked down at Justin who was growing hot and aroused. His cheeks were pink, his pupils wide and as Brian watched his eyelashes fluttered and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
It was fucking hot. The noises in the room, the loud cries and groans from the man on the bed, the comforting murmurs of the guy in front of him, the sound of flesh on flesh and in flesh, and Justin. Justin who was whimpering so softly only Brian could hear him. It was hot seeing Justin so turned on by what he was seeing and smelling. The room smelt of sex and skin and arousal. He leaned down and pressed his erection against Justin’s back and began to whisper in his ear.
“Does it turn you on to see this? Does it make you hard to see this guy being fisted and are you imagining that it’s you and me? Me behind you and on top of you? Under the blue lights in the loft with my hand inside you, my fingers turning into a fist just as his are? It’ll hurt and stretch you and it’s dangerous and the danger is making you hard, just as he’s hard. The pain and the feeling will make you come, just as he’s about to come…”
As he spoke the guy on the bed did come, he made a frantic, yowling noise and exploded all over the sheets. Justin spilt over his fingers too, shivering and desperately trying to keep his eyes open. He pressed back against Brian and clung to his wrist, his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise.
Brian cleaned him up and steered him out of the room, practically holding him up. He wasn’t surprised by this, but he was a bit apprehensive. He’d seen Justin’s reaction to fisting in porn and it had come up before, rather obliquely, but for one reason or another it had never actually happened. He had fisted one or two guys before, when he’d been completely off his face at the baths, but that was it. If, and obviously this was very unlikely, but if he fucked it up Justin could be really badly hurt. Or if he fucked it up, but not so dramatically and it was all a bit of a let down, well that would be fucking embarrassing.
They’d taken about two steps down the hallway when Justin shoved him against the wall and dropped to his knees. Seconds later he was in Justin’s mouth and gripping his hair and fuck he wanted to come, and that was going to happen pretty damn quickly. He was still turned on from what he’d seen in the room and it was hot as fuck to see the guys stare at him as they walked down the hall. He shut his eyes and just gave it up as Justin sucked him so hard it almost hurt and he had to grip the wall behind him to stay standing up.
Justin stood in front of him and pressed their lips together.
“We’re doing that.”
“Err, yeah, what?” His brain cells still felt scattered.
“Fisting.”
He didn’t answer but tugged Justin’s wrist to lead him to another room. He’s learnt to pick his battles over the years.
***
The next room was huge and filled with men, some of whom were having sex and others who were just standing round talking. Brian bumped Justin’s hip and whispered in his ear,
“Dare you.”
Justin glanced up at Brian and was hit by it again, how fucking hot Brian looked with his hair slightly sticking to his forehead and the flush still in his cheeks.
“Justin?”
“Yes?” He had to blink to hear what Brian said and he wondered vaguely if six years down the line most people could get completely lost in the look on their lover’s face.
“Dare you.”
He smiled, “To do what?”
Brian turned his head and stared round the room before grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to a couch two guys were leaving.
“To take off your robe.”
Justin glanced around the room, there were several naked men in there but most still had something on. He turned back to Brian,
“You take off yours too.”
Brian didn’t speak, just held his gaze and pulled the belt off, dropping it over the back of the chair. He shrugged it off his shoulders and the people around them went quiet as his tanned, hot skin was exposed. Justin watched as his hand slowly pulled it open and then out from under his body. He was breathing quickly as he stared at Brian stretched out over the couch and followed his leg as he pulled it up.
“Take off your robe Justin. I dared you.”
Justin shrugged off his robe, feeling awkwardly aware that he hadn’t done it nearly as gracefully as Brian had, but Brian was slowly jerking himself off now and how was he supposed to do anything gracefully when that was in front of him? He managed to walk over to Brian slowly though and shuddered as Brian smirked at him.
“Sit down.”
Brian spread his legs and Justin awkwardly knelt between them. The sound in the room had dropped right down but he heard someone mutter in the background,
“Holy fuck they’re hot.”
“Turn around and face them Justin.”
He flushed, could feel the blood rushing up to his cheeks and down to his cock.
Brian slid his hand round the back of his neck and pulled him down to his lips. There was a kiss that was far too short but left Justin trying not to pant into Brian’s mouth.
“I dare you.”
He turned around and looked at the men surrounding the sofa watching them.
“Lie back against me.”
He did so, feeling Brian’s chest against his back, his cock and hair against his ass, the muscles of his legs and the hairs that rubbed together. Then Brian cupped his cock and began to tug it slowly.
“Which one do you want to blow you? Will he do?”
Justin looked up at a tall, black guy who was standing at the front of the crowd of men around them. He nodded and out of the corner of his eye saw Brian beckoning him over with his fingers.
“Suck him off.”
The guy dropped to his knees next to him and Brian took his hand away from his cock. Justin stared for a moment, feeling high and disconnected and so fucking horny he hurt. Then the trick’s mouth was on his cock and he groaned, tipping his head back against Brian’s shoulder. He felt Brian laugh, the movement making his muscles ripple against his back.
It felt good and he slid his hand down to rub against the short curls on the man’s head. His mouth was hot and his tongue flicked just under the head in a way that made him bite his lip and rub his head against Brian.
He gasped then as Brian reached round and tapped the trick’s head.
“Give me your fingers.”
He forced his eyes open and watched as Brian poured lube into the trick’s hand. He rubbed it over his fingers and the image of the dark and light skin tangled together was something he wanted to paint and he bit his lip to distract himself from the way it made his cock throb. He spread his legs more when their fingers slid apart and he knew he looked and sounded like a complete slut as the trick slid a finger into him.
“Rub him hard but don‘t put another one in yet. You don’t need to worry about being gentle, he loves it.”
He should hate being spoken about like that, but then the guy was rubbing him and there was nothing to do but push into it, and the tongue working on him sped up too and he couldn’t help the noise that came out of his mouth.
But then, oh fucking then, he felt Brian’s hand sliding down his ass and into his crack and oh shit, Brian’s finger was pressing into him. The trick’s paused and Brian hissed,
“Keep going.”
The voice was harsh in his ear and he couldn’t remember how to breathe for a moment as Brian pushed in too. The angle was odd and he spread his legs more, groaning because it hurt a bit, stretching him more than two fingers normally would, but oh then Brian added a second and the sound that came out of his mouth didn’t sound normal and he arched up almost choking the guy sucking his cock, and oh fuck…
“Don’t come yet Justin. Pull off a bit and suck slower.”
He whimpered pathetically and his fingers scrabbled at Brian’s free hand that was holding him against his chest, and his other hand tried to push the trick’s head down again.
“Put another finger in.”
And he was gone now, just annihilated. It was too much, he was stretched out and it felt different to when Brian finger fucked him normally. And there was the mental image of their fingers, light and dark and curling together inside him, and it wasn’t consistent pressure like he normally wanted but the sheer fucking kink of it made him feel so hot he wanted to scream, and he was so close, and then it hit him that this wasn’t that far off from being fisted and that just sent him over. He clutched at Brian and the trick and knew he was making terrible noises but he couldn’t stop them as he came so hard his eyes flashed with stars.
He was dimly aware of a smattering of applause and groans as he collapsed, gasping against Brian. He felt their fingers slowly pulling out and he winced and pressed his face into Brian’s neck. Brian’s fingers slid into his hair and he murmured something although he wasn’t sure of the words, just the soft tone.
“Can I fuck him?”
Brian seemed to stiffen behind him and Justin glanced up at the man, trying to keep his eyes open. He was hot, muscles and sweat and some of his come still smeared on his lips.
“If he wants you to.”
He wasn’t sure, his head felt hazy and his mouth seemed full of chalk dust. He shifted against Brian’s erection and vaguely felt fucking selfish because he really wanted Brian to fuck him and not the trick.
“You can fuck me if he won’t.”
He glanced up at a blond, twink type and waved his hand, trying to indicate that the trick
should fuck the twink. He shut his eyes again and felt Brian turn him over, he tried to help but his body felt like lead.
“You want to go home now?”
“Yeah but it’s so far.”
Brian chuckled into his hair and said softly,
“True, but Martin Abbott will be around soon and offering us a guest room if we don’t move and I can’t face seeing him in the morning.”
Moving was bad but they did it, and eventually they were in a cab streaming through the city, neon lights and billboards flashing in his eyes.
“Told you it would be hot.”
Justin looked up at Brian and smiled tiredly at him,
“It was.”
“Dare you to put out when we get home.”
He laughed then and pulled himself up so he could kiss Brian properly, sinking into it and tasting him, smiling into his mouth.
“Fine, but you do all the work.”
“Lazy ass.”
He smiled again, contented to just exist against Brian for the moment and watch the play of neon lights on his face.
THE END
Written By: burkesl17
Timeline: Post S5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fisting, group sex and voyeurism
Summary: Porn, gratuitous porn featuring fisting, group sex and voyeurism
Justin thought it was one of those times where competition and testosterone could be blamed for everything. He pulled his jacket tighter around him as Brian paid the cab fair and looked up at the townhouse in front of them. It was a dare really, a stupid dare because they’d been teasing each other, and Brian had been sucking his collarbone between whispering really nasty things about how hot it would be, and he’d been resisting, and then it had turned into resisting for the sake of it, and then Brian had leaned over him and said, “I dare you,” in a voice so full of sex and heat he hadn’t been able to back down on it.
So here he was, walking up the steps to Martin Abbott’s townhouse to an invitation only sex party. He didn’t have an issue with the sex party, he’d been to a few in LA, although not many in Pittsburgh or New York. They were more popular in LA where there were a lot of people who needed to be discreet about the gender of the person they were fucking. It was the Martin Abbott bit he was having issues with. He didn’t like Martin Abbott, Martin Abbott was very rich, very popular and known by anyone who was anyone on the New York arts scene. But Martin Abbott had a tendency to look at him like he was a piece of meat, and he looked at Brian the same way. It was as though the fact that he had brought a few of Justin’s paintings, for ok a lot of money, meant he was owed a piece of their asses.
Brian just treated him with smirks and scorn, without ever shooting him down entirely, because his money was helping to keep Justin comfortably in paint, canvas and food. Justin always felt grimy after talking to him though.
Brian turned and smirked at him as he rang the doorbell.
“Dare you.”
“To do what?”
“I’ll decide when I see the options.”
Justin shook his head and the door opened. A gym junkie dressed in leather straps stood there and raised his eyebrows.
“Yes.”
Justin handed over the invitation and they walked in. They went into what was probably the living room, when Martin Abbott appeared wearing, in Justin’s opinion, clothes a few years too young and few inches too revealing.
“Justin! And Brian! It’s just wonderful you decided to grace us with your presence tonight.”
His eyes were glassy and Justin forced his lips into a smile.
“Martin.”
Their hands were grasped and Martin Abbott ran his fingers over Brian’s bicep.
“Well boys, sexy as you look in these jackets, especially that leather Brian, clothes are only allowed on the ground floor. Once you go up those stairs you have to hand them in, you get a robe or towel in return.
“The second floor is a general free for all, but we’d ask you to keep any really kinky stuff on the third floor ok?”
Brian squeezed the back of Justin’s neck and said,
“We’ll try our best.”
“That’s all I ask boys. And if you want to come and find me at any time, and I mean any time, do not hesitate.”
He winked at them and moved on to some other new arrivals.
Justin resisted the urge to wipe his hands and looked up at Brian who was looking around the room eagerly.
“You’re like a kid in a candy store aren’t you? Just don’t know where to start.”
“Oh I know where to start.”
Brian’s voice was low and the room seemed to shrink down to just contain the two of them as he turned towards Justin and increased the pressure on the back of his neck again.
“We’re going upstairs now Justin, I dare you.”
***
Brian was vaguely entertained by the clothes and robe exchange. You went upstairs into a corridor of mostly naked guys and then walked into a room where you got given a robe and a little plastic tag by a guy in a tiny towel. Apparently you got your clothes back when you gave them back the tag, like in one of Justin’s art galleries. It was so ridiculously polite for a party where the entire purpose was to fuck in public.
They wandered around after that for a bit, looking for a room to stop in, but Brian kept moving on, he wanted to find something that would really wind Justin up, push him a bit. Justin pushed a door open and stopped so suddenly Brian banged into him, pushing them both into the room.
There were three men on the bed. One was on his hands and knees, another knelt in front of him rubbing his back and murmuring in his ear, and a third was behind the man in the middle. The light was dim and for a moment Brian couldn’t see what was going on until he realised that the man at the back had four of his fingers in the guy’s ass.
He looked down at Justin and the watched the flush of colour in his cheeks. He put his arm around Justin’s chest and slid his fingers under the robe.
“Do you want to stay here?”
Justin shivered and tensed but didn’t respond so he moved his hand lower, over Justin’s stomach and into his pubic hair.
“I dare you.”
Justin’s cock jumped against the back of his hand and he tugged him over to a space against the wall.
There were a few other men in the room. Some were masturbating and one was on his knees sucking off another man. Their moans and gasps were quiet, as though they didn’t want to detract from the sounds the man on the bed was making. Brian cupped Justin’s cock and began to jerk him slowly. He watched as the man pushed his thumb into the guy’s ass and looked down at Justin who was growing hot and aroused. His cheeks were pink, his pupils wide and as Brian watched his eyelashes fluttered and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
It was fucking hot. The noises in the room, the loud cries and groans from the man on the bed, the comforting murmurs of the guy in front of him, the sound of flesh on flesh and in flesh, and Justin. Justin who was whimpering so softly only Brian could hear him. It was hot seeing Justin so turned on by what he was seeing and smelling. The room smelt of sex and skin and arousal. He leaned down and pressed his erection against Justin’s back and began to whisper in his ear.
“Does it turn you on to see this? Does it make you hard to see this guy being fisted and are you imagining that it’s you and me? Me behind you and on top of you? Under the blue lights in the loft with my hand inside you, my fingers turning into a fist just as his are? It’ll hurt and stretch you and it’s dangerous and the danger is making you hard, just as he’s hard. The pain and the feeling will make you come, just as he’s about to come…”
As he spoke the guy on the bed did come, he made a frantic, yowling noise and exploded all over the sheets. Justin spilt over his fingers too, shivering and desperately trying to keep his eyes open. He pressed back against Brian and clung to his wrist, his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise.
Brian cleaned him up and steered him out of the room, practically holding him up. He wasn’t surprised by this, but he was a bit apprehensive. He’d seen Justin’s reaction to fisting in porn and it had come up before, rather obliquely, but for one reason or another it had never actually happened. He had fisted one or two guys before, when he’d been completely off his face at the baths, but that was it. If, and obviously this was very unlikely, but if he fucked it up Justin could be really badly hurt. Or if he fucked it up, but not so dramatically and it was all a bit of a let down, well that would be fucking embarrassing.
They’d taken about two steps down the hallway when Justin shoved him against the wall and dropped to his knees. Seconds later he was in Justin’s mouth and gripping his hair and fuck he wanted to come, and that was going to happen pretty damn quickly. He was still turned on from what he’d seen in the room and it was hot as fuck to see the guys stare at him as they walked down the hall. He shut his eyes and just gave it up as Justin sucked him so hard it almost hurt and he had to grip the wall behind him to stay standing up.
Justin stood in front of him and pressed their lips together.
“We’re doing that.”
“Err, yeah, what?” His brain cells still felt scattered.
“Fisting.”
He didn’t answer but tugged Justin’s wrist to lead him to another room. He’s learnt to pick his battles over the years.
***
The next room was huge and filled with men, some of whom were having sex and others who were just standing round talking. Brian bumped Justin’s hip and whispered in his ear,
“Dare you.”
Justin glanced up at Brian and was hit by it again, how fucking hot Brian looked with his hair slightly sticking to his forehead and the flush still in his cheeks.
“Justin?”
“Yes?” He had to blink to hear what Brian said and he wondered vaguely if six years down the line most people could get completely lost in the look on their lover’s face.
“Dare you.”
He smiled, “To do what?”
Brian turned his head and stared round the room before grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to a couch two guys were leaving.
“To take off your robe.”
Justin glanced around the room, there were several naked men in there but most still had something on. He turned back to Brian,
“You take off yours too.”
Brian didn’t speak, just held his gaze and pulled the belt off, dropping it over the back of the chair. He shrugged it off his shoulders and the people around them went quiet as his tanned, hot skin was exposed. Justin watched as his hand slowly pulled it open and then out from under his body. He was breathing quickly as he stared at Brian stretched out over the couch and followed his leg as he pulled it up.
“Take off your robe Justin. I dared you.”
Justin shrugged off his robe, feeling awkwardly aware that he hadn’t done it nearly as gracefully as Brian had, but Brian was slowly jerking himself off now and how was he supposed to do anything gracefully when that was in front of him? He managed to walk over to Brian slowly though and shuddered as Brian smirked at him.
“Sit down.”
Brian spread his legs and Justin awkwardly knelt between them. The sound in the room had dropped right down but he heard someone mutter in the background,
“Holy fuck they’re hot.”
“Turn around and face them Justin.”
He flushed, could feel the blood rushing up to his cheeks and down to his cock.
Brian slid his hand round the back of his neck and pulled him down to his lips. There was a kiss that was far too short but left Justin trying not to pant into Brian’s mouth.
“I dare you.”
He turned around and looked at the men surrounding the sofa watching them.
“Lie back against me.”
He did so, feeling Brian’s chest against his back, his cock and hair against his ass, the muscles of his legs and the hairs that rubbed together. Then Brian cupped his cock and began to tug it slowly.
“Which one do you want to blow you? Will he do?”
Justin looked up at a tall, black guy who was standing at the front of the crowd of men around them. He nodded and out of the corner of his eye saw Brian beckoning him over with his fingers.
“Suck him off.”
The guy dropped to his knees next to him and Brian took his hand away from his cock. Justin stared for a moment, feeling high and disconnected and so fucking horny he hurt. Then the trick’s mouth was on his cock and he groaned, tipping his head back against Brian’s shoulder. He felt Brian laugh, the movement making his muscles ripple against his back.
It felt good and he slid his hand down to rub against the short curls on the man’s head. His mouth was hot and his tongue flicked just under the head in a way that made him bite his lip and rub his head against Brian.
He gasped then as Brian reached round and tapped the trick’s head.
“Give me your fingers.”
He forced his eyes open and watched as Brian poured lube into the trick’s hand. He rubbed it over his fingers and the image of the dark and light skin tangled together was something he wanted to paint and he bit his lip to distract himself from the way it made his cock throb. He spread his legs more when their fingers slid apart and he knew he looked and sounded like a complete slut as the trick slid a finger into him.
“Rub him hard but don‘t put another one in yet. You don’t need to worry about being gentle, he loves it.”
He should hate being spoken about like that, but then the guy was rubbing him and there was nothing to do but push into it, and the tongue working on him sped up too and he couldn’t help the noise that came out of his mouth.
But then, oh fucking then, he felt Brian’s hand sliding down his ass and into his crack and oh shit, Brian’s finger was pressing into him. The trick’s paused and Brian hissed,
“Keep going.”
The voice was harsh in his ear and he couldn’t remember how to breathe for a moment as Brian pushed in too. The angle was odd and he spread his legs more, groaning because it hurt a bit, stretching him more than two fingers normally would, but oh then Brian added a second and the sound that came out of his mouth didn’t sound normal and he arched up almost choking the guy sucking his cock, and oh fuck…
“Don’t come yet Justin. Pull off a bit and suck slower.”
He whimpered pathetically and his fingers scrabbled at Brian’s free hand that was holding him against his chest, and his other hand tried to push the trick’s head down again.
“Put another finger in.”
And he was gone now, just annihilated. It was too much, he was stretched out and it felt different to when Brian finger fucked him normally. And there was the mental image of their fingers, light and dark and curling together inside him, and it wasn’t consistent pressure like he normally wanted but the sheer fucking kink of it made him feel so hot he wanted to scream, and he was so close, and then it hit him that this wasn’t that far off from being fisted and that just sent him over. He clutched at Brian and the trick and knew he was making terrible noises but he couldn’t stop them as he came so hard his eyes flashed with stars.
He was dimly aware of a smattering of applause and groans as he collapsed, gasping against Brian. He felt their fingers slowly pulling out and he winced and pressed his face into Brian’s neck. Brian’s fingers slid into his hair and he murmured something although he wasn’t sure of the words, just the soft tone.
“Can I fuck him?”
Brian seemed to stiffen behind him and Justin glanced up at the man, trying to keep his eyes open. He was hot, muscles and sweat and some of his come still smeared on his lips.
“If he wants you to.”
He wasn’t sure, his head felt hazy and his mouth seemed full of chalk dust. He shifted against Brian’s erection and vaguely felt fucking selfish because he really wanted Brian to fuck him and not the trick.
“You can fuck me if he won’t.”
He glanced up at a blond, twink type and waved his hand, trying to indicate that the trick
should fuck the twink. He shut his eyes again and felt Brian turn him over, he tried to help but his body felt like lead.
“You want to go home now?”
“Yeah but it’s so far.”
Brian chuckled into his hair and said softly,
“True, but Martin Abbott will be around soon and offering us a guest room if we don’t move and I can’t face seeing him in the morning.”
Moving was bad but they did it, and eventually they were in a cab streaming through the city, neon lights and billboards flashing in his eyes.
“Told you it would be hot.”
Justin looked up at Brian and smiled tiredly at him,
“It was.”
“Dare you to put out when we get home.”
He laughed then and pulled himself up so he could kiss Brian properly, sinking into it and tasting him, smiling into his mouth.
“Fine, but you do all the work.”
“Lazy ass.”
He smiled again, contented to just exist against Brian for the moment and watch the play of neon lights on his face.
THE END