Phenomena Ch 6/?
My muse has an announcement to make, she doesn't want me to get my work done tonight at all, she prefers:
Normally, after anything even remotely emotional, Brian and Justin would engage in an intense bout of fucking to erase the stain of sloppy sentiment. This time, however, it was different. Brian slowly explored Justin’s mouth with his tongue; he ran the tip of his tongue over the roof of his mouth and behind his teeth. Justin was content to let Brian lead, momentarily. Soon he turned the tables, shifting so that Brian was on his back. Hell, Brian wanted to really do this long distance thing, he might as well give him the fuck of his life. Hmmm…Brian’s ass was so his.
Brian opened his eyes when Justin’s mouth stopped moving over his skin. He glanced up and his breath caught in his throat. Shit. His ass was so going to be Justin’s right now. He gave up trying to fight Justin’s latent topping instinct a long time ago, partially because he seemed to have gotten Brian’s need to be fucked timed to a science and partially because Justin was fucking good.
Justin saw the look of surrender and need in Brian’s eyes and expected it to be replaced with the typical dose of defiance at any point. Brian was uber-stud and one must be good and reminded of that both before and after any topping that may occur. Justin’s cock stared to drip as he remembered Brian’s hand coming down, palm open, repeatedly on Justin’s ass as he slammed into him after one particular fuck in which Justin actually elicited an outright yell as he angled for Brian’s prostate. Justin continued to explore Brian’s face as he teased his fingers over the skin on his torso, but all he saw was need. He grew impossibly harder when he realized that this once, Brian was just giving himself over to Justin and Justin was up for the challenge.
He attacked Brian full force, crushing the breath out of his lungs as his body descended, his hand grabbing his turgid cock as his mouth slammed into Brian’s. Brian’s eyes widened, he knew he was in for one hell of a fuck tonight. Justin stroked Brian’s dick hard, maintaining pressure and twisting his fist at the head, stimulating the ridge just under Brian’s leaking slit. He moved his body down Brian’s and took his entire cock into his mouth at once, swallowing around the head, giving Brian no time to breathe as his orgasm was forced out of his body. His mind went white as a screamed a stream of obscenities and endearments, serving to incite Justin even more.
Before Brian could recover, before he opened his eyes, Justin was forcing his legs apart and high to the side, running his tongue over his clenching hole repeatedly, getting him wet and ready. Brian went into overload. The only coherent thought he remembered, much later, driving back to the Pitts the next week was that at some point Justin Taylor would be the death of him. His heart hammered in his chest as blood began to fill his dick once more, painful and unbelievable at the same time. Justin began to twist two fingers into Brian’s ass, pressing, demanding entrance; needing to be inside of him so badly he couldn’t see clearly. He worked from pure instinct, operating for the knowledge that 5 years worth of exploring the man’s body had given him. It was almost an id impulse at this point, buried deep within Justin’s subconscious. He was certain that if he was shipwrecked on an island alone for 50 years, he would still now how to work Brian’s body once reunited.
Brian groaned under him as Justin pushed a third finger inside of him, scissoring gently, thrusting hard, brushing his prostate on ever third stroke. He lifted up, resting Brian’s long legs over his shoulders and hurriedly seeking a condom. He rolled the condom onto his dick and scooting closer to Brian on his knees, entered him in one long thrust. Brian’s moan filled the room as Justin began to slam into him, flicking his hips, angling and rotating, never letting Brian get used to the rhythm.
Brian gripped the headboard of the bed and opened his eyes, awed by the beauty of the man above him. Still Justin stared at him; he felt like his entire life had been spent looking into those eyes and as the sweat dripped down Justin’s torso, panting and thrusting, Brian felt absolved. In the moment he was totally wrapped up in the fucking, in the pure sensation of Justin, Brian couldn’t separate the fact that this was real and tangible, even if it looked like a dream he should have been having all of his life. Yet again his orgasm crashed over him, and it was only then that he realized that Justin had been running his hand over his dick repeatedly. Justin followed within seconds, shouting out his name, staring into his hazel eyes.
His body collapsed on top of Brian, and they both fell asleep, sated.
What felt like hours later, Brian stirred, warm and squashed into the mattress under Justin’s deceptively lithe frame. He was as heavy as a sack of potatoes when he slept but Brian had no intention of disturbing him. They wreaked of sweat and sex, cum was stuck to their skin. They were dirty and smelt and Brian revealed in the feeling. His mind snapped awake as something occurred to him about Justin’s six-month plan. His suggestion spurred something in Brian that truly chilled him and as he lay there, quietly on the bed, his brain went into overdrive.
Once the open fear had passed, Brian got angry. How could his mind play him like that, fuck him over with a couple of words? No. Brian would not allow that thought to seep into his blood, crawl through his body and permeate every pour.
Unless…
Just then, Justin stirred and awakened, lifting his head and grinning at him. He slowly untangled their limbs and climbed off the bed to dampen a towel and clean them. As he walked out of the bathroom, he was surprised to see Brian sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, alert and eyebrows furrowed.
“Wh…?” Justin started to say but Brian just held up a hand to stop him.
He was silent for a few moments more, battle raging inside of him because, this, this thought was NOT him. He wanted to vomit at the mere idea of saying anything but it was like he had no control of his own body. “Look, there are a couple of disclaimers that you have to listen to here before you say ANYTHING. I have no idea why I’m thinking about this but you are forbidden to queen out in front of me. If you queen out I will immediately retract this idea and call you the liar that you are if you ever mention it.”
Justin just looked at him. What the fuck? “Ok.”
“Ok. Condition two is that you understand that this does NOT mean that we are going to do it forever, nor does it mean bullshit hearts and flowers or some kind of hetero fucking load of shit.”
“Um…Brian?”
“What?”
“Fucking spit it out you big fucking queen.”
Brian just arched his eyebrow at him, “Fine. Ok look…I was thinking about this six month thing…” and Justin’s stomach dropped into his pinky toe, “and I think we should amend the agreement slightly.”
Oh holy fuck. Right, so now Brian wouldn’t want to see him, now Brian would run, he chose fucking now. So much for evolution.
“Not that you fucking princess, I just…well…it’s that, while we were…ithoughtmaybesincewehadsixmonthsanywaywemightaswellwaitanddoitrightandthenwecouldthinkaboutdoingitraw.”
Justin looked at Brian like a bird had just landed on his head. “You’ll have to run that last part by me again.”
Brian groaned, took a deep breath and said, “Fine. I said, since we have six months anyway we might as well fucking want and fucking give it a try and we could think about…you know…doing it raw, just us, if the tests are clear.”
“An alien took over your body didn’t it?” Justin stared at him in wide-eyed mystification, “A fucking alien came down, thought you were hot, crawled into your body and ate your brain. I fucking knew it.”
“Justin, this is teetering dangerously on the edge of a queen out. You need to take a step back. I was just thinking it might be fun. It doesn’t mean we’ll always be monogamous, but I’ve never done it and you’ve never done it, and since I’ve done everything else…fuck it, why not? If we fuck up, we fuck up, but we’re honest with each other. What do you think?”
“I think this is exactly what scared me when you proposed. I think this is what made me feel like I didn’t know you. I think…I, I think…actually, I think it may be the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. I just can’t believe that you’re the one that brought it up.”
“Beats the fucking Chinese daisies.”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
“Oh, I plan to, your asshole is mine,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
Normally, after anything even remotely emotional, Brian and Justin would engage in an intense bout of fucking to erase the stain of sloppy sentiment. This time, however, it was different. Brian slowly explored Justin’s mouth with his tongue; he ran the tip of his tongue over the roof of his mouth and behind his teeth. Justin was content to let Brian lead, momentarily. Soon he turned the tables, shifting so that Brian was on his back. Hell, Brian wanted to really do this long distance thing, he might as well give him the fuck of his life. Hmmm…Brian’s ass was so his.
Brian opened his eyes when Justin’s mouth stopped moving over his skin. He glanced up and his breath caught in his throat. Shit. His ass was so going to be Justin’s right now. He gave up trying to fight Justin’s latent topping instinct a long time ago, partially because he seemed to have gotten Brian’s need to be fucked timed to a science and partially because Justin was fucking good.
Justin saw the look of surrender and need in Brian’s eyes and expected it to be replaced with the typical dose of defiance at any point. Brian was uber-stud and one must be good and reminded of that both before and after any topping that may occur. Justin’s cock stared to drip as he remembered Brian’s hand coming down, palm open, repeatedly on Justin’s ass as he slammed into him after one particular fuck in which Justin actually elicited an outright yell as he angled for Brian’s prostate. Justin continued to explore Brian’s face as he teased his fingers over the skin on his torso, but all he saw was need. He grew impossibly harder when he realized that this once, Brian was just giving himself over to Justin and Justin was up for the challenge.
He attacked Brian full force, crushing the breath out of his lungs as his body descended, his hand grabbing his turgid cock as his mouth slammed into Brian’s. Brian’s eyes widened, he knew he was in for one hell of a fuck tonight. Justin stroked Brian’s dick hard, maintaining pressure and twisting his fist at the head, stimulating the ridge just under Brian’s leaking slit. He moved his body down Brian’s and took his entire cock into his mouth at once, swallowing around the head, giving Brian no time to breathe as his orgasm was forced out of his body. His mind went white as a screamed a stream of obscenities and endearments, serving to incite Justin even more.
Before Brian could recover, before he opened his eyes, Justin was forcing his legs apart and high to the side, running his tongue over his clenching hole repeatedly, getting him wet and ready. Brian went into overload. The only coherent thought he remembered, much later, driving back to the Pitts the next week was that at some point Justin Taylor would be the death of him. His heart hammered in his chest as blood began to fill his dick once more, painful and unbelievable at the same time. Justin began to twist two fingers into Brian’s ass, pressing, demanding entrance; needing to be inside of him so badly he couldn’t see clearly. He worked from pure instinct, operating for the knowledge that 5 years worth of exploring the man’s body had given him. It was almost an id impulse at this point, buried deep within Justin’s subconscious. He was certain that if he was shipwrecked on an island alone for 50 years, he would still now how to work Brian’s body once reunited.
Brian groaned under him as Justin pushed a third finger inside of him, scissoring gently, thrusting hard, brushing his prostate on ever third stroke. He lifted up, resting Brian’s long legs over his shoulders and hurriedly seeking a condom. He rolled the condom onto his dick and scooting closer to Brian on his knees, entered him in one long thrust. Brian’s moan filled the room as Justin began to slam into him, flicking his hips, angling and rotating, never letting Brian get used to the rhythm.
Brian gripped the headboard of the bed and opened his eyes, awed by the beauty of the man above him. Still Justin stared at him; he felt like his entire life had been spent looking into those eyes and as the sweat dripped down Justin’s torso, panting and thrusting, Brian felt absolved. In the moment he was totally wrapped up in the fucking, in the pure sensation of Justin, Brian couldn’t separate the fact that this was real and tangible, even if it looked like a dream he should have been having all of his life. Yet again his orgasm crashed over him, and it was only then that he realized that Justin had been running his hand over his dick repeatedly. Justin followed within seconds, shouting out his name, staring into his hazel eyes.
His body collapsed on top of Brian, and they both fell asleep, sated.
What felt like hours later, Brian stirred, warm and squashed into the mattress under Justin’s deceptively lithe frame. He was as heavy as a sack of potatoes when he slept but Brian had no intention of disturbing him. They wreaked of sweat and sex, cum was stuck to their skin. They were dirty and smelt and Brian revealed in the feeling. His mind snapped awake as something occurred to him about Justin’s six-month plan. His suggestion spurred something in Brian that truly chilled him and as he lay there, quietly on the bed, his brain went into overdrive.
Once the open fear had passed, Brian got angry. How could his mind play him like that, fuck him over with a couple of words? No. Brian would not allow that thought to seep into his blood, crawl through his body and permeate every pour.
Unless…
Just then, Justin stirred and awakened, lifting his head and grinning at him. He slowly untangled their limbs and climbed off the bed to dampen a towel and clean them. As he walked out of the bathroom, he was surprised to see Brian sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, alert and eyebrows furrowed.
“Wh…?” Justin started to say but Brian just held up a hand to stop him.
He was silent for a few moments more, battle raging inside of him because, this, this thought was NOT him. He wanted to vomit at the mere idea of saying anything but it was like he had no control of his own body. “Look, there are a couple of disclaimers that you have to listen to here before you say ANYTHING. I have no idea why I’m thinking about this but you are forbidden to queen out in front of me. If you queen out I will immediately retract this idea and call you the liar that you are if you ever mention it.”
Justin just looked at him. What the fuck? “Ok.”
“Ok. Condition two is that you understand that this does NOT mean that we are going to do it forever, nor does it mean bullshit hearts and flowers or some kind of hetero fucking load of shit.”
“Um…Brian?”
“What?”
“Fucking spit it out you big fucking queen.”
Brian just arched his eyebrow at him, “Fine. Ok look…I was thinking about this six month thing…” and Justin’s stomach dropped into his pinky toe, “and I think we should amend the agreement slightly.”
Oh holy fuck. Right, so now Brian wouldn’t want to see him, now Brian would run, he chose fucking now. So much for evolution.
“Not that you fucking princess, I just…well…it’s that, while we were…ithoughtmaybesincewehadsixmonthsanywaywemightaswellwaitanddoitrightandthenwecouldthinkaboutdoingitraw.”
Justin looked at Brian like a bird had just landed on his head. “You’ll have to run that last part by me again.”
Brian groaned, took a deep breath and said, “Fine. I said, since we have six months anyway we might as well fucking want and fucking give it a try and we could think about…you know…doing it raw, just us, if the tests are clear.”
“An alien took over your body didn’t it?” Justin stared at him in wide-eyed mystification, “A fucking alien came down, thought you were hot, crawled into your body and ate your brain. I fucking knew it.”
“Justin, this is teetering dangerously on the edge of a queen out. You need to take a step back. I was just thinking it might be fun. It doesn’t mean we’ll always be monogamous, but I’ve never done it and you’ve never done it, and since I’ve done everything else…fuck it, why not? If we fuck up, we fuck up, but we’re honest with each other. What do you think?”
“I think this is exactly what scared me when you proposed. I think this is what made me feel like I didn’t know you. I think…I, I think…actually, I think it may be the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. I just can’t believe that you’re the one that brought it up.”
“Beats the fucking Chinese daisies.”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
“Oh, I plan to, your asshole is mine,” he said, his eyes twinkling.