New Fic: First Time for Everything (4/10): B/J: NC-17
Many thanks to all of you that nudged and prodded and asked nicely for this to be done - it worked! lol! And special thanks, of course, to paddies, for your inspiration, your icon and your patience :X
In the spirit of Valentine's day, I bring you porn!
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter:4/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set in early Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams". Read her full request.
Author's Note: I realize that Justin said that his first time fucking in public was at the baths (future home of Kinnetik). But... I find it hard to believe that they didn't do it at least once in the backroom before that. And... well, I kind of *wanted* to write it in the backroom! lol! So apologies for straying from canon - but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway :)
This is the fourth installment: #4 First time Justin fucked in public
First Time for Everything: Part 4
Palms on your back, down your ass, chest pressed to yours, hard cock against your belly... held against him tight as he moves with you, following your hips, letting the music take you both, liquid and sensual... soft tongue in your mouth, lapping at yours, and your cock so hard, so hard that you almost can't stand it, so hard that it almost hurts, so hard that you know everyone in Babylon can see the outline of your dick through your jeans, pressed against the denim, pushing against your zipper.
"Wanna fuck you," he says against your mouth, eyes closed, glitter clinging to his eyelids, hair plastered against his forehead in the heat of the throbbing dance floor.
You nod slowly and whisper yes against his face, desperate to be fucked, ass aching to be full of his cock. Lick at his mouth, taste sweat and tequila and feel the shared beat of the music thumping in your chests, the buzz of the E you took earlier still drifting through your veins.
His fingers wrap around your wrist tightly and he pulls you off the dance floor, his handprint still warm on your bare back, his taste still covering your mouth, scent filling your nose. You let him lead you, wave bye to Emmett as you pass through the crowd, all pink and gold and glowing, know that you're going to the loft to get the mother fucking shit fucked out of you.
But then...
"Hey, aren't we going...?" your question hangs unanswered as the silver beads that lead to the backroom shower over your forehead, down your back. You take a breath - the air is denser back here, hotter, wetter, thicker; filled with the smell of musk and sweat and come.
Brian's hold on your wrist tightens, thumb pressing into your palm, warm and damp from dancing. You trail behind him as he pulls you deeper into the backroom, your eyes slowly adjusting to the cast of dark blue, catching movement; pale outlines against the black walls, rhythmic thrusts like dancing, but not, and you start to make sense of what you're seeing. Guys getting fucked, mouths open and gasping, fingers clinging and gripping thighs tightly. Guys getting sucked, backs of heads bobbing on dicks, fists of hair twisted between knuckles. Your lips part as your breathing gets heavier and you try to focus on any one thing but find you can't concentrate, your eyes wandering from one face to the next, from one ass, one dick, one open mouth to another.
Brian notices your distraction and slows, leads you to an empty patch of space and turns you around, pressing your back against the flat black concrete, surprisingly cool against your hot skin. He puts his hand on your chin and turns you to face him, a half smile on his face.
"You like what you see?" he asks, following your eyes as you glance beside you at a blond getting his ass pounded.
"Yeah... I mean, I've been back here before, but I didn't know... well, I knew, but I..." your tongue trips over itself as you try to get words out. You've been here once before (ten steps past the beaded curtain into the dark before retreating to the comfort of the shining Babylon dance floor), but not like this. You knew what went on back here, but you didn't know it was like this.
And then his fingers cup your crotch, thumb sliding across the bulge in your jeans, middle fingers working between your thighs. You lose focus for a second, then set your eyes on his face - see the sheen of sweat on his brow, and the way he looks at you... heated and hungry and horny and you don't see anyone else in the room except him.
You try to catch your breath but his mouth steals it before it can leave your lips, his kiss hard and insistent and familiar, his tongue fucking its way between your teeth, pushing your head back against the concrete wall. His lips drag from your mouth to your chin to your neck, then suck at a tender spot near your throat, biting and burning into your skin, wet heat that goes to your dick and you know he's leaving a mark.
You hold his head there, encouraging him to suck on you, liking the hot sensation of his mouth pulling your blood to the surface, pleasure edged with a thin veil of pain that makes your fingers and toes numb and your brain overload with the possibilities. His hair is soft between your fingers and you feel him twist at the button on your jeans, pull them open and take your cock out... you're aware of the other people in the room, aware of the sounds and sensation of someone not three feet away and know some anonymous guy is looking at your cock. Brian smiles at him, nodding, then turns you around slowly, taking your hands in his and guiding you to grip the metal handles protruding from the concrete wall. You wondered what they were for, but realize you're getting a pretty good idea now.
An easy shove and your jeans are down, loosely bunched around your thighs and you feel almost trapped, but then it doesn't matter. Brian leans his forehead against your back and though you don't hear the tear of the condom wrapper over the throbbing bass echoing in your ears, you know he's ready when he grips your hip and his cock presses against your hole. It makes you feel exposed and vulnerable being here in the backroom, ready to take cock up your ass, but then it makes you feel sexy and horny too - you want everyone to know how much you love taking cock up your ass, want everyone to know that you're queer and that this is what you do. That this is who you are and what you do and...
He starts to press inside you but you're maybe more nervous than you thought... want to cover your cock from invasive eyes, want to forget about the people surrounding you, want to let go but feel held in by the eyes prying at every inch of your skin. He rubs the head of his dick around your hole and brushes his nose in the short hairs at your neck and kisses your naked back and pushes in softly, softly, softly...
...and then harder and he's inside you. There's a bite of pain but you tell yourself to relax, and then he pushes further inside and you don't have to tell yourself anything, your body caves in around you and you give in completely to his cock. He reaches around your middle and holds you against his chest tightly, fucking your ass as you cling to the metal bars and it's fast, so fast, and you don't know if it's the E or the backroom or the voices surrounding you; the bodies, the sex, the heat, the fucking, the... everything... you don't know exactly what it is, but it just seems so much more.
You find you kind of like it... like knowing that people are watching, that they're getting off on you getting off, and that Brian's getting off on being watched, on you being watched, on this public display of fucking. And so you hold on the sticky handles and you push back on him, push back against his cock, and you feel him go deeper inside you and it makes you groan out loud, makes you bite your lip and close your eyes and you feed off the energy of the room, hear the grunts and moans and cries of those around you and you let it fill you and take you and urge you on.
He sees this, notices this, tightens his grip and quickens his pace and whispers in your hair something you can't hear, then takes your cock tightly in his grip, jerking you hard and fast and making you dizzy with the speed of it until you come hard, squeezing your ass on him, pressing your face to the concrete wall. You hear more than one person sigh in relief beside you, hear words like go baby and that's it and fuck that blond ass and the unfamiliar voices add to the excitement and make you gasp and moan and pant even louder as the last few jets of come drip from your dick. You feed off them, they feed off you.
Brian collapses against your back, cock jerking in your ass as he comes, breath heavy on your damp skin as he tries to catch it, the pressure of his dick inside you slowly easing. He pulls out and discards the condom, pulling his pants up and you follow suit. He wraps his arms around you and turns you around to watch - to participate in the other backroom sport - witnessing the acts, becoming the observer, encouraging others.
"See this?" he says it in your ear, lips brushing against skin. You follow his gaze and look around the room, see the heat, the fucking, the lust, the love... feel it, know it, have it inside you now.
"Yeah," you say back, warmth growing in your chest.
"You're a part of this... and it's a part of you. Of who you are, of who you'll become," his words drift from his mouth softly and you feel his breath against your ear. You know what he means - you do feel a part of it, a part of everything here. You feel a sense of community and you know your mark is left back here, your come streaked on the wall, mixed up with a hundred others, and though you know it'll be wiped up, hosed down, washed away, a part of you will always be back here. You'll never forget the way this feels.
He takes your hand and pulls you from the masses, fingers sliding between yours, palms pressed together. He's never held your hand before, not like this, not in public, and you smile and let him lead you out of there. You're part of it now, part of this world, part of something more than you ever imagined.
"Now we're going to the loft," he says with a grin as you trail behind him again, smiling into the blue light, knowing that you'll follow him always, wherever he wants to take you.
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Have a Happy Valentine's Day tommorow, everyone :)
In the spirit of Valentine's day, I bring you porn!
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter:4/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set in early Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams". Read her full request.
Author's Note: I realize that Justin said that his first time fucking in public was at the baths (future home of Kinnetik). But... I find it hard to believe that they didn't do it at least once in the backroom before that. And... well, I kind of *wanted* to write it in the backroom! lol! So apologies for straying from canon - but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway :)
This is the fourth installment: #4 First time Justin fucked in public
First Time for Everything: Part 4
Palms on your back, down your ass, chest pressed to yours, hard cock against your belly... held against him tight as he moves with you, following your hips, letting the music take you both, liquid and sensual... soft tongue in your mouth, lapping at yours, and your cock so hard, so hard that you almost can't stand it, so hard that it almost hurts, so hard that you know everyone in Babylon can see the outline of your dick through your jeans, pressed against the denim, pushing against your zipper.
"Wanna fuck you," he says against your mouth, eyes closed, glitter clinging to his eyelids, hair plastered against his forehead in the heat of the throbbing dance floor.
You nod slowly and whisper yes against his face, desperate to be fucked, ass aching to be full of his cock. Lick at his mouth, taste sweat and tequila and feel the shared beat of the music thumping in your chests, the buzz of the E you took earlier still drifting through your veins.
His fingers wrap around your wrist tightly and he pulls you off the dance floor, his handprint still warm on your bare back, his taste still covering your mouth, scent filling your nose. You let him lead you, wave bye to Emmett as you pass through the crowd, all pink and gold and glowing, know that you're going to the loft to get the mother fucking shit fucked out of you.
But then...
"Hey, aren't we going...?" your question hangs unanswered as the silver beads that lead to the backroom shower over your forehead, down your back. You take a breath - the air is denser back here, hotter, wetter, thicker; filled with the smell of musk and sweat and come.
Brian's hold on your wrist tightens, thumb pressing into your palm, warm and damp from dancing. You trail behind him as he pulls you deeper into the backroom, your eyes slowly adjusting to the cast of dark blue, catching movement; pale outlines against the black walls, rhythmic thrusts like dancing, but not, and you start to make sense of what you're seeing. Guys getting fucked, mouths open and gasping, fingers clinging and gripping thighs tightly. Guys getting sucked, backs of heads bobbing on dicks, fists of hair twisted between knuckles. Your lips part as your breathing gets heavier and you try to focus on any one thing but find you can't concentrate, your eyes wandering from one face to the next, from one ass, one dick, one open mouth to another.
Brian notices your distraction and slows, leads you to an empty patch of space and turns you around, pressing your back against the flat black concrete, surprisingly cool against your hot skin. He puts his hand on your chin and turns you to face him, a half smile on his face.
"You like what you see?" he asks, following your eyes as you glance beside you at a blond getting his ass pounded.
"Yeah... I mean, I've been back here before, but I didn't know... well, I knew, but I..." your tongue trips over itself as you try to get words out. You've been here once before (ten steps past the beaded curtain into the dark before retreating to the comfort of the shining Babylon dance floor), but not like this. You knew what went on back here, but you didn't know it was like this.
And then his fingers cup your crotch, thumb sliding across the bulge in your jeans, middle fingers working between your thighs. You lose focus for a second, then set your eyes on his face - see the sheen of sweat on his brow, and the way he looks at you... heated and hungry and horny and you don't see anyone else in the room except him.
You try to catch your breath but his mouth steals it before it can leave your lips, his kiss hard and insistent and familiar, his tongue fucking its way between your teeth, pushing your head back against the concrete wall. His lips drag from your mouth to your chin to your neck, then suck at a tender spot near your throat, biting and burning into your skin, wet heat that goes to your dick and you know he's leaving a mark.
You hold his head there, encouraging him to suck on you, liking the hot sensation of his mouth pulling your blood to the surface, pleasure edged with a thin veil of pain that makes your fingers and toes numb and your brain overload with the possibilities. His hair is soft between your fingers and you feel him twist at the button on your jeans, pull them open and take your cock out... you're aware of the other people in the room, aware of the sounds and sensation of someone not three feet away and know some anonymous guy is looking at your cock. Brian smiles at him, nodding, then turns you around slowly, taking your hands in his and guiding you to grip the metal handles protruding from the concrete wall. You wondered what they were for, but realize you're getting a pretty good idea now.
An easy shove and your jeans are down, loosely bunched around your thighs and you feel almost trapped, but then it doesn't matter. Brian leans his forehead against your back and though you don't hear the tear of the condom wrapper over the throbbing bass echoing in your ears, you know he's ready when he grips your hip and his cock presses against your hole. It makes you feel exposed and vulnerable being here in the backroom, ready to take cock up your ass, but then it makes you feel sexy and horny too - you want everyone to know how much you love taking cock up your ass, want everyone to know that you're queer and that this is what you do. That this is who you are and what you do and...
He starts to press inside you but you're maybe more nervous than you thought... want to cover your cock from invasive eyes, want to forget about the people surrounding you, want to let go but feel held in by the eyes prying at every inch of your skin. He rubs the head of his dick around your hole and brushes his nose in the short hairs at your neck and kisses your naked back and pushes in softly, softly, softly...
...and then harder and he's inside you. There's a bite of pain but you tell yourself to relax, and then he pushes further inside and you don't have to tell yourself anything, your body caves in around you and you give in completely to his cock. He reaches around your middle and holds you against his chest tightly, fucking your ass as you cling to the metal bars and it's fast, so fast, and you don't know if it's the E or the backroom or the voices surrounding you; the bodies, the sex, the heat, the fucking, the... everything... you don't know exactly what it is, but it just seems so much more.
You find you kind of like it... like knowing that people are watching, that they're getting off on you getting off, and that Brian's getting off on being watched, on you being watched, on this public display of fucking. And so you hold on the sticky handles and you push back on him, push back against his cock, and you feel him go deeper inside you and it makes you groan out loud, makes you bite your lip and close your eyes and you feed off the energy of the room, hear the grunts and moans and cries of those around you and you let it fill you and take you and urge you on.
He sees this, notices this, tightens his grip and quickens his pace and whispers in your hair something you can't hear, then takes your cock tightly in his grip, jerking you hard and fast and making you dizzy with the speed of it until you come hard, squeezing your ass on him, pressing your face to the concrete wall. You hear more than one person sigh in relief beside you, hear words like go baby and that's it and fuck that blond ass and the unfamiliar voices add to the excitement and make you gasp and moan and pant even louder as the last few jets of come drip from your dick. You feed off them, they feed off you.
Brian collapses against your back, cock jerking in your ass as he comes, breath heavy on your damp skin as he tries to catch it, the pressure of his dick inside you slowly easing. He pulls out and discards the condom, pulling his pants up and you follow suit. He wraps his arms around you and turns you around to watch - to participate in the other backroom sport - witnessing the acts, becoming the observer, encouraging others.
"See this?" he says it in your ear, lips brushing against skin. You follow his gaze and look around the room, see the heat, the fucking, the lust, the love... feel it, know it, have it inside you now.
"Yeah," you say back, warmth growing in your chest.
"You're a part of this... and it's a part of you. Of who you are, of who you'll become," his words drift from his mouth softly and you feel his breath against your ear. You know what he means - you do feel a part of it, a part of everything here. You feel a sense of community and you know your mark is left back here, your come streaked on the wall, mixed up with a hundred others, and though you know it'll be wiped up, hosed down, washed away, a part of you will always be back here. You'll never forget the way this feels.
He takes your hand and pulls you from the masses, fingers sliding between yours, palms pressed together. He's never held your hand before, not like this, not in public, and you smile and let him lead you out of there. You're part of it now, part of this world, part of something more than you ever imagined.
"Now we're going to the loft," he says with a grin as you trail behind him again, smiling into the blue light, knowing that you'll follow him always, wherever he wants to take you.
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Have a Happy Valentine's Day tommorow, everyone :)