091 - Birthday
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,061
A/N: Hi, I'm Nik, your personal A-Rok smutfic provider. I do admit to considerable abuse in the descriptive and the word "and" in this, but uh, I wanted it that way.
Summary: The guys think they know, but they have no idea.
Kevin, Nick, Howie and some of the crew members have put on their best guess as to the sort of "interplay" that occurred on Brian and AJ’s birthdays, and well, they think they’ve got it.
They’re unanimous in believing that AJ’s present from Brian had anything and everything to do with cheap thrills, and his boyfriend’s moves.
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Afternoon’s barely finished when AJ takes Brian into the upstairs closet where the bulb’s gone out, and Brian’s not aware.
He asks nicely if AJ could switch it on and AJ coos like a pigeon at him, the wiseass he is, sending the door shut. It’d be far from false to say that AJ’s been doing that for months, and he can see the crinkles of amusement around Brian’s eyes with the slits of light from the outer room. The sound of Brian’s giggle helps him find the man’s shoulders, whispering something that translates into “Turn around”, pushing him further into darkness.
Brian replies with an “Ow” when his body thuds into dried paint plaster, exaggerating a little and feeling the repercussions at once, and AJ ’s saying sorry because he has to, because he always apologizes to Brian no matter the reason. He sends his arm over Brian’s stomach, hand trailing the width of his hips. Brian knows he’s ready when the soft press of lips finds his neck.
“I’m gonna stain the wall”, he says; his cheek pressed flat into it and his voice Southern-smooth. AJ mumbles expressions like “Whatever” or “Fuck it”, and he’s really much different from Brian, aligning himself by contact. He’s too much of a pro and too hard to be thinking about where a small fraction of their fortune will end up today, and he pulls Brian against him.
Seconds in and Brian’s body is moving like a ripple into him, and AJ moans at every single interval. His hand grasps Brian’s cock, and Brian holds that hand, not so much guiding as just wanting it to be there. AJ’s fingernails are fairly long for a man, black polish shining in the dim, and he scrapes them gently along the base because it gives Brian an extra kick. His nose nuzzles the nape of Brian’s neck, smelling the maleness of his skin, then searches blindly to kiss the corner of the man’s open mouth, now turned his way.
“Oh”, Brian gasps, AJ hearing it and Brian repeating it, Oh, fucking sexy like that and AJ’s breaths are heated and go quicker to show his affection in return. His grip grows tender on Brian’s thigh and his thrusts lessen, Brian whimpering and rearing into thick cock in the dark. No warning assumes as his own dick jerks from AJ’s touch and he orgasms up against the wall, pressed hot into his own jism. AJ’s panting has gone jagged, and Brian can’t help but swear and give in, thinking this might be better than heaven but nowhere near as long-lasting.
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In the same vein, the guys bet that Brian’s evening had L-O-V-E written on it with a heart on top and may’ve made the unromantic retch.
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For what appeared to be hours they’d been kissing, mouth to mouth; a hand skimming careful, slow, another clutching, another petting and caressing. They don’t do this all that often, but it’s comfortable in their bed tonight and there are few insecurities concerning the other’s devotion. Brian’s on top, his grinding light, loving foreplay; AJ’s whispering in his ear. He’s quiet though Brian hears him. Brian inhales, and AJ smells incredible, and with the gentle kiss AJ places upon his curls, they’re more than ready.
When Brian settles back and moves to enter him, he cups AJ’s face because he worries, because he worries about AJ no matter the reason. The sheets are cool, crisp white and AJ grabs them every time at first, but all the time after he’s holding Brian again. He closes his eyes, studying their rhythm; the way they slide back and forth together on the mattress, and god, it’s so good that he’s not completely there.
Halfway through and Brian whispers “Hey” in between breaths. AJ gazes up at him, smiling; it’s the shy smile. He’s shown everything else to Brian, given everything up for Brian’s taking, and Brian knows that. Yet at times like these, he often hides inside. Brian offers AJ a closed-lip kiss as he rocks forward, delicate, wondering, and suddenly AJ’s mouth is unafraid, bold and latches on, exhaling deep through his nose. Brian tries to focus on the wet, soft sounds of their lips connecting but can‘t keep from that glow of contentment he‘s forming.
“Baby”, he says, so gentle, his fingers tenderly stroking him as if they’ve got their whole lifetime to end this. Though somehow AJ’s able to let go at Brian’s command, and maybe his heart’d stop beating if Brian told it to, but that’s why, that‘s exactly why. Brian watches him orgasm with a near concerned look on his face; AJ’s beautiful in his stance, and AJ actually blurts out an “I love you” because he‘s so shaken. Brian’s heavy moan is muffled by the man’s open mouth on him, clutching AJ to him and bucking as he comes, for in actuality, they’re both desperately in love.
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It’s near dusk; Nick’s entered the dining room where Kevin and Howie and a few of their friends are idling. “I have results”, he says.
“To what?”
“Brian and AJ!”
Kevin’s forehead crinkles, and he sits up. Howie’s immediately curious. “Man, say what? So who spilled the beans, Rok or J?”
Glancing at D, Nick finds a chair, amused. “AJ.”
There’s a bit of silence with their anticipation, and Nick pauses. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and he looks intense, propping himself up on the tabletop.
“It’s not what you think.”
He tells both accounts, and by the end they feel dim-witted and dejected, as if thirteen years meant nothing in knowing anyone. Though Nick thinks they couldn‘t have honestly known, that it‘s okay and just another lesson you learn. Because, the real truth? Sometimes the real truth doesn’t seem palpable.
And well, the real truth is that Brian wanted sex in the closet on the twentieth of February, and that under the covers only nine days into the new year, AJ asked Brian to make love.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,061
A/N: Hi, I'm Nik, your personal A-Rok smutfic provider. I do admit to considerable abuse in the descriptive and the word "and" in this, but uh, I wanted it that way.
Summary: The guys think they know, but they have no idea.
Kevin, Nick, Howie and some of the crew members have put on their best guess as to the sort of "interplay" that occurred on Brian and AJ’s birthdays, and well, they think they’ve got it.
They’re unanimous in believing that AJ’s present from Brian had anything and everything to do with cheap thrills, and his boyfriend’s moves.
-------------------
Afternoon’s barely finished when AJ takes Brian into the upstairs closet where the bulb’s gone out, and Brian’s not aware.
He asks nicely if AJ could switch it on and AJ coos like a pigeon at him, the wiseass he is, sending the door shut. It’d be far from false to say that AJ’s been doing that for months, and he can see the crinkles of amusement around Brian’s eyes with the slits of light from the outer room. The sound of Brian’s giggle helps him find the man’s shoulders, whispering something that translates into “Turn around”, pushing him further into darkness.
Brian replies with an “Ow” when his body thuds into dried paint plaster, exaggerating a little and feeling the repercussions at once, and AJ ’s saying sorry because he has to, because he always apologizes to Brian no matter the reason. He sends his arm over Brian’s stomach, hand trailing the width of his hips. Brian knows he’s ready when the soft press of lips finds his neck.
“I’m gonna stain the wall”, he says; his cheek pressed flat into it and his voice Southern-smooth. AJ mumbles expressions like “Whatever” or “Fuck it”, and he’s really much different from Brian, aligning himself by contact. He’s too much of a pro and too hard to be thinking about where a small fraction of their fortune will end up today, and he pulls Brian against him.
Seconds in and Brian’s body is moving like a ripple into him, and AJ moans at every single interval. His hand grasps Brian’s cock, and Brian holds that hand, not so much guiding as just wanting it to be there. AJ’s fingernails are fairly long for a man, black polish shining in the dim, and he scrapes them gently along the base because it gives Brian an extra kick. His nose nuzzles the nape of Brian’s neck, smelling the maleness of his skin, then searches blindly to kiss the corner of the man’s open mouth, now turned his way.
“Oh”, Brian gasps, AJ hearing it and Brian repeating it, Oh, fucking sexy like that and AJ’s breaths are heated and go quicker to show his affection in return. His grip grows tender on Brian’s thigh and his thrusts lessen, Brian whimpering and rearing into thick cock in the dark. No warning assumes as his own dick jerks from AJ’s touch and he orgasms up against the wall, pressed hot into his own jism. AJ’s panting has gone jagged, and Brian can’t help but swear and give in, thinking this might be better than heaven but nowhere near as long-lasting.
-------------------
In the same vein, the guys bet that Brian’s evening had L-O-V-E written on it with a heart on top and may’ve made the unromantic retch.
-------------------
For what appeared to be hours they’d been kissing, mouth to mouth; a hand skimming careful, slow, another clutching, another petting and caressing. They don’t do this all that often, but it’s comfortable in their bed tonight and there are few insecurities concerning the other’s devotion. Brian’s on top, his grinding light, loving foreplay; AJ’s whispering in his ear. He’s quiet though Brian hears him. Brian inhales, and AJ smells incredible, and with the gentle kiss AJ places upon his curls, they’re more than ready.
When Brian settles back and moves to enter him, he cups AJ’s face because he worries, because he worries about AJ no matter the reason. The sheets are cool, crisp white and AJ grabs them every time at first, but all the time after he’s holding Brian again. He closes his eyes, studying their rhythm; the way they slide back and forth together on the mattress, and god, it’s so good that he’s not completely there.
Halfway through and Brian whispers “Hey” in between breaths. AJ gazes up at him, smiling; it’s the shy smile. He’s shown everything else to Brian, given everything up for Brian’s taking, and Brian knows that. Yet at times like these, he often hides inside. Brian offers AJ a closed-lip kiss as he rocks forward, delicate, wondering, and suddenly AJ’s mouth is unafraid, bold and latches on, exhaling deep through his nose. Brian tries to focus on the wet, soft sounds of their lips connecting but can‘t keep from that glow of contentment he‘s forming.
“Baby”, he says, so gentle, his fingers tenderly stroking him as if they’ve got their whole lifetime to end this. Though somehow AJ’s able to let go at Brian’s command, and maybe his heart’d stop beating if Brian told it to, but that’s why, that‘s exactly why. Brian watches him orgasm with a near concerned look on his face; AJ’s beautiful in his stance, and AJ actually blurts out an “I love you” because he‘s so shaken. Brian’s heavy moan is muffled by the man’s open mouth on him, clutching AJ to him and bucking as he comes, for in actuality, they’re both desperately in love.
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It’s near dusk; Nick’s entered the dining room where Kevin and Howie and a few of their friends are idling. “I have results”, he says.
“To what?”
“Brian and AJ!”
Kevin’s forehead crinkles, and he sits up. Howie’s immediately curious. “Man, say what? So who spilled the beans, Rok or J?”
Glancing at D, Nick finds a chair, amused. “AJ.”
There’s a bit of silence with their anticipation, and Nick pauses. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and he looks intense, propping himself up on the tabletop.
“It’s not what you think.”
He tells both accounts, and by the end they feel dim-witted and dejected, as if thirteen years meant nothing in knowing anyone. Though Nick thinks they couldn‘t have honestly known, that it‘s okay and just another lesson you learn. Because, the real truth? Sometimes the real truth doesn’t seem palpable.
And well, the real truth is that Brian wanted sex in the closet on the twentieth of February, and that under the covers only nine days into the new year, AJ asked Brian to make love.