The Birth of BJ
I couldn't resist adding this fictional addition to the birth of BJ.
“I’ve been thinking…”
Yawning till it turned to a hard groan, AJ turned beneath the warmth of his comforter and sought out the soft, honey voice coated with the faintest hint of southern charm. Smiling wickedly thought he still kept his eyes closed, he concentrated on the way the slightly calloused fingers, from years of plucking guitar strings, brushed over the taper of his hip. It was a tender gesture, though the breath was pulled from the recesses of his lungs when the hand dared to venture over his public bone and gently pluck at the curled hairs nestled over his nether regions. And when the nimble fingers closed over his flaccid cock, his allowed his inked arm to reach out to find his lover. Drawing his fingers over the small of the man’s back, he cupped a rounded and slightly aching backside to pull the taut body closer till a pair of burning cerulean eyes mesmerized him.
“Are you going to ask what I was thinking?” Brian pressed, resting his hand over the crest of AJ’s hip before leaning forward to catch his bottom lip in a welcoming kiss.
“Yeah…” AJ murmured with a soft sigh, teasing Brian’s upper lip with his tongue before relinquishing to several long, hot kisses that caused a knot of tongues to form. When they parted, he met Brian’s impatient glance and grinned. “…What?”
“What would our celebrity couple name be?” Brian questioned wistfully, though he blushed at the absurdity of the thought. Offering a lopsided smile when AJ chuckled, he slightly stammered to emphasize the point. “I mean, we have TomKat, Brangelina, Zanessa, Bennifer-”
“We don’t have anything,” AJ interrupted with a sharp snort. “And I doubt fags have any place for-” At Brian’s hurt expression, AJ shifted so that Brian’s head rested over his bare chest. Gently running his fingers through the sandy curls, he obliged his lover’s thoughts. “Some fans have coined us Arok, though they have no idea that their fantasy has come true.”
“But we’re not rocks…” Brian protested after a period of thoughtful silence that followed with a cheshire smile. “Especially in bed…”
“We break beds,” AJ agreed with a laugh, pressing a tender kiss to Brian’s brow. “…I like BJ…”
“…BJ?”
“Brian and AJ can easily turn into BJ.”
“Well… You always have called me B and I’ve always called you J.”
“Exactly,” AJ insisted as he was pushed back against the pillows by the older man and back felt the familiar trail of kisses leading down his body. Fingers naturally curling in sandy blonde locks for leverage, AJ confirmed his thoughts with a hard moan. “BJ is perfect for us, because, let’s face it, God does your mouth work wonders on my cock.”