Dirty His: Possessive?
Story Info
Title: Dirty His
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Era: During and after series
Genre: Drama, romance, etc.
Rating: MA / FRAO
Summary: Small individual stories (with higher rating), taking place during and after the five seasons of “Queer as Folk”.
Warnings: Slash, language, sexual situations, drug abuse, drunkenness, possible references to violence and underage sex (and perhaps a lot else not mentioned here).
Beta: Mythra (MYTHRAS-FIRE)
Disclaimer: The characters, original story, and the places belong to the makers, creators, and producers of the series - Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen, Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and Showcase. No harm intended; no profit made. I’m just borrowing.
Feedback: Very welcome.
Author’s Notes: Many thanks to my brave beta-reader, Mythra, for doing her best in correcting me! Also thanks to the wonderful people behind the making of QAF: you inspire us writers.
About Dirty His: Under this title are gathered stories that go by rating higher than M (R). Those who have followed “Briefly Yours” and “Always Mine” know the drill: this is an on-going story where every part is individual and not connected to others. I update and add new pieces when I feel like it - and when inspiration strikes. It doesn’t matter in which order the parts are read.
Now, thank you and enjoy, I hope.
Chapters and their status: Below you see the writing process of the story’s parts - planned or written. If there is no text after the part’s name, then it is finished and checked (until I do some updating…)
Possessive?
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The air smells of a mix they usually call ‘sex’: sweat, come, and the unique scent of fucking men. A faint odor of smoke and lube is vanishing fast from beneath the other, more prominent ones.
Justin’s heart is thrumming, making his head pound in time with the erratic rhythm of his hips. The ass welcoming his cock is nice and hot, like the rest of the guy. If Justin thought that seeing the man on his knees sucking his cock was sexy, he was so wrong: he looks even better on all fours, offering his tight ass for a good fuck the blonde young man is giving him.
Yet the guy, or his almost-as-pretty companion, is nothing compared to the man who stands at the foot of the bed beside Justin, his face strained in concentration and bliss. Brian will always be the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable thing on earth - in Justin’s opinion.
Brian shifts his hips to a different angle, making his partner groan and push back. They are both so close Justin can almost smell it. With a frown he speeds up his own pace: Brian isn’t usually in such a hurry. Justin knows, because he isn’t even close, and he and Brian learned each other’s pace a long time ago.
A hand on his lower back makes Justin look at Brian again. “Don’t come yet.” Brian’s words are sealed with a kiss, and even more confused than he was a few seconds ago, Justin slows down to his original beat. His trick grunts, pushing back and demanding some extra action, but a stinging slap from Brian’s merciless hand puts him back in his place.
A few minutes later Brian makes the face he often does during release, his trick’s hand fisting his dick, resulting that they both come with loud gasps. Justin watches with his own partner, his body making a longing buck into the man before him.
Brian pulls out of his trick, allowing the guy to collapse to the bed in a panting heap. For a moment Justin loses sight of the older man as Brian moves out of the bedroom, but his worry is soon soothed: a kiss on his neck reveals Brian’s return. Gentle, knowing fingers run over Justin’s body, urging his hips into a steady movement every time he halts to enjoy Brian’s ministrations. The mouth is still on his neck, at times moving to his ear, shoulder, or back.
Justin allows his head to fall forward, eyes falling shut. It’s as if he and Brian are alone in the room, and it really doesn’t register that he’s actually fucking someone else at the moment. When Brian’s hand disappears, though, he makes an unhappy sound that usually makes the older man smile. But Brian has never been a tease, really - that’s not his way of thinking - and few seconds later the hand returns. Justin makes a sound for another reason, and his hips jerk eagerly when slick fingers reach between his ass cheeks, two digits circling and then entering his opening.
Now, Justin decides, Brian is being a tease: his fingers thrust, probe, and stretch, but never touch the spot inside - a spot they both know very well. Shifting his hips, he tries to gain some contact between his prostate and Brian’s fingers, but the older man sabotages his attempt by drawing out his digits entirely.
Justin moans in disappointment and defeat, wanting that feeling again. Brian’s smiling against his back, the fingers still playing at the rim of the blonde’s asshole; pressing against it but never entering.
“Brian,” Justin whines, his hips still moving back and forth, driving his cock into the ass of the man he has almost forgotten. Pity is taken and relief granted, and Justin almost shouts in happiness when the fingers return to his hole.
Brian stays very still, and Justin takes the hint, rocking back and forth with more purpose - to penetrate and be penetrated. Warmth washes over him, the pressure building, and just as he thinks he might actually find release, Brian pulls away.
A curse Justin is prepared to deliver dies as an endearment on his lips when he feels something else pressing against his ass; against and inside in a smooth slide, leaving Justin breathless and shaking. Brian thrusts, pushing Justin into the trick. An appreciative moan follows from the two men on the bed, who are now sucking face frantically. Brian’s hands settle on Justin’s hips, guiding him gently. The whole position is slightly awkward because of the height difference, but it’s only a further turn-on.
A few well-placed thrusts from Brian send Justin right over the edge with a sweet yell on his lips. His hips jerk, riding out his climax, and Brian is blissfully still, allowing him to take his pleasure. The guy pulls away from his cock, turning around and immediately receiving another hard dick into his ass - this time from the man Brian fucked earlier.
Slowly Brian starts moving again, keeping Justin’s body tight against his. Carefully he lifts one of the blonde’s pale legs to the bed, giving himself more leverage. Fingers caress Justin’s cock, waking him from the daze he’d fallen into. He looks down, watching as his earlier fuck removes the used condom, panting against his skin while his fuck-mate increases his tempo.
With the condom gone, the guy moves to place his mouth onto Justin’s slowly stiffening member. Brian interrupts the movement, though, fisting the guy’s hair and pushing his head aside. It’s a clear command, which makes Justin shudder a little - especially when Brian’s fingers find his cock instead. It isn’t as good as a tight hot mouth, but it’s Brian.
There had often been that little thing between them, especially when they’re fucking tricks together. Justin had figured out, on a long run once, that Brian doesn’t like other people topping Justin. Perhaps there’s possessiveness involved, or a need to save ‘Justin’s goods’ for himself - or that he’s trying to make Justin more than a cute little twink. Either way, Justin finds this need, or whatever it is, intensely erotic. To be owned by Brian in some small way, at times…
But Brian has never before stopped him from getting his dick sucked, whomever he was fucking. Justin doesn’t think that this could be more than a random change of plans. Perhaps Brian isn’t even aware of his actions. But then again, he likes to imagine this is part of some bigger thing.
Just then Brian thrusts forcefully, making Justin arch his back in bliss. The tempo doesn’t slow down, and in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright Justin winds his arm behind Brian’s neck, his ear coming to rest right beside Brian’s panting mouth. He tries to counter the thrusts, eager to come for a second time - to make them both come. He can’t find a proper leverage, though, and with an apparent groan of triumph Brian licks his ear.
“Pushy bottom,” Brian breaths out. He receives an affirmative grunt. There are sounds coming from the bed too, but at the moment the other couple is completely forgotten by the two of them.
Brian’s thrusts grow more hurried, his hand on Justin’s cock focusing to bring a maximum of pleasure; Justin can tell from experience. He also knows Brian is close, can almost smell it. A scent of lust - sweat and come - hangs in the air, and Brian’s skin against Justin’s back is sweaty and hot. His hands are rough on Justin’s body: holding him still and working his cock, fingers lingering on the head of his eager organ and pressing just right against it.
When Brian finally comes, he doesn’t make a sound besides a deep groan Justin feels rather than hears. His breathing is loud and comforting in Justin’s ears. He’s still thrusting, slowly, just a little, hitting Justin’s prostate evenly. His hand moves along as well, and a minute later Justin makes a small wounded sound, Brian’s hold of his dick very slick all of a sudden.
Brian keeps moving his hand and hips, kissing Justin’s neck and the upraised arm that is still flung around his neck. On the bed, the other duo reaches their far more vocal climax, and Justin turns his head for a kiss from Brian, not really bothering to look at what the others are up to.
All he needs now is a warm shower and a soft bed, and Brian is going to give him both - as soon as the tricks are out of the door.
The End