Smevalicious banner Who has to know The way he feels inside (inside) Those thoughts I can't deny (deny) These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie) Brian’s POV I pick my sopping head up off Justin’s chest with a smile. God, I can’t believe I just fucked him under the goalpost. “Score!” My cheer comes out as a raspy whisper, and it brings a mega-watt smile to his face. “We better get out of here; it’s too fuckin cold to lay here.” “No shit sherlock, my back’s all muddy.” “Well then, I guess we’ll have to do something about that!” I give him a smirk and stand up, stretching my back. I help him up and I’m suddenly aware of our nudity. The security lights from the concession stand/locker room is the only thing lighting our way as we gather our discarded clothes and race towards the building. I grab my soaking wet gym bag and throw open the door, running in after him, leaving a muddy trail of foot prints. Dropping my stuff, I hear he turned the shower on, good; my teeth are starting to chatter. I walk up slowly behind him, watching him scrub the mud out of his blonde locks using the cheap school soap. He doesn’t seem to notice me and I step up right behind him, leaning my chin over his shoulder, “BOO!” “AHHHHHH!!! Holy shit Brian you scared the crap out of me!” An obviously frightened, panting Justin responds with a grin. I chuckle lightly and grab the soap bottle, working up a lather in my hands. I step under the hot spray and start rubbing the soap into Justin’s alabaster shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. “Mhmmmmm, that feels really good.” He says a leans his head back. I duck my head down and kiss his lips. He turns around and looks up into my face, tracing my features with his long elegant fingers. He pulls my head down and our lips meet in other kiss. Our tongues entwine like a practiced dance. My hands roam down his slender body and rest upon his ass. I run a finger along his crack and part our mouths. I lick along his seashell ear and probe a finger at his still stretched hole. His breath becomes ragged and I know he wants it. He wants only me. I quickly grab another condom out of my bag and step back into the shower. At this point my cock is like steel. I walk back up to him, tearing the condom wrapper open with my teeth. “Put it on me,” I whisper huskily. The boy is too far gone for words. He takes the latex disc out of my hand and rolls it down onto my dick, making it impossibly harder. I walk him back against the wall and wrap his arms around my neck. He leans back up against the glossy brick and with my help, wraps his legs tight around my waist, suspending him in air. Using the soap as lube, I press two fingers into his quivering hole opening him for my cock. I find his spot and press softly, eliciting a gasp from Justin. Slipping my fingers out of him he mews at the loss. I quickly correct that by placing the head of my cock at his entrance and push through the first ring of muscle. Once in, I give him time to adjust, again resting my wet head against his chest. He squeezes his ass around my cock, drawing out a moan from my throat. I pull out slowly, and slam back up hard, ripping a deep groan from both of our bodies. His mouth finds mine and our tongues duel as I repeat that motion two more times before setting a steady pace. Thrusting up into the man in my arms makes me smile against his lips. I reach in between our bodies to find his dick. I run my fingers over the head and he exclaims “I’m going to cum” in a breathy voice. I pump the shaft a few times while plunging deeper into him, making sure to hit his prostate. His breath turns into labored gasps and I push my thumb into his slit and he explodes into my hand. I drive into him once more and spill my hot load into the condom. I slowly let his legs down and lean my body into his, resting on the shower wall. I thank god for the huge water heaters the school has and pull us back into the spray. Justin’s POV Oh My Fucking God. I never knew I could feel so alive. I can barely stand on my wobbly legs so I lean against his hard chest, letting the water rinse over us. The cum and soap swirl down the drain, bye bye! I know I shouldn’t have jumped into his arms the first chance I got but, damn when his lips hit mine I forgot everything. I was magically transported to a whimsical place with him, only him. Away from my fucking parents and all the pressures of school, I felt, free. I wrap my arms around Brian’s slim waist and let out a sigh. I can’t stay here forever, its Friday so my dad will stay out later but I need to return to reality. Return to a life of bullshit. These morbid thoughts are really destroying my post-coital bliss. We should really talk about us. If there is an us between Brian and me. We could always be secret boyfriends, outing him at our school isn’t an option. And the “boys” probably wouldn’t take to my status with the captain of the soccer team very well. I let out another sigh and look up into the hazel orbs gazing down upon me. I’m shocked at the softness I see there. That gives me the confidence to turn off the shower and grab us a couple scruffy green towels from the bench. Brian steps out of the shower hall first and walks to his locker, opening it. He digs through the pile of clothes, shoes, and other crap before pulling out a pair of black sweat pants and a long sleeved soccer shirt that claims his team’s victory over a bajillion others listed on the back. He tosses the sweats to me saying “They’ll be big on you but your old clothes are soaked. Where did you get those anyway, you look fucking hot in them.” I blush a little at his comment and pull on the sweats. “Umm they’re from Torso. Emmett helped me pick them out.” “Honeycutt?” I nod “He’s fun.” I pick up the grin he’s trying to hide, huh, wonder what that’s for? “Yea, he is.” He finishes putting on another pant of slim fitting jeans, coupled with a short sleeved button down. Brian’s POV I finish dressing and look up at Justin. He bites his lip and plops his bubble butt on the wooden bench. Uh oh. Yea I know we need to talk about us, if there is an us. Do I want an us? I look at him again, biting his thumb nail and looking up at me with his big blue eyes, yes. I straddle the bench and face him. We both know this is “the talk” and we’re both nervous as hell. He looks like a little boy, sitting before me, my clothes swallowing him up. Giving me something to do, I reach over and start rolling up the sleeves on the old cotton shirt, revealing his beautiful hands. Once both have been uncovered he takes mine in his and rubs the pads of my fingers. He clears his throat to speak while continuing the ministrations, “Ya know, when I was little, my Nana used to rub my hands like this, telling me she was predicting my future. She told me I was very creative and had a big heart, and that if I ate my vegetables I would be very happy later on in life.” He has a soft smile on his face, basking in the glow of the happy memory. “What makes you happy Justin?” I swallow hard and look up to his face. “Being with you.” He looks up at me, but when he sees my eyes he ducks his head back down, obviously embarrassed. “It, makes me happy too,” I let out a sigh, “I know… I know we can’t do this in public, but I like being around you, you make me happy. I feel like such a shit to ask you to hide us, but will you be my dirty little secret?” He giggles at the phrase and I let out a little breath. “Yea, I will” We look up at the same time smiling. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. He pulls back to study my face, “Brian? This makes us boyfriends right?” “Yea.” But why do I like that word so much? “I’ve never had one before; in fact you’re my first kiss, among other things” I chuckle softly at that one, “You’re my first boyfriend too.” I look up at the clock, it’s almost midnight, shit I need to get Justin home. I stand up, pulling Justin up against me, “Well boyfriend, it’s time for you to get home.” I take his hand in mine and start leading him to the door. “Wait, Brian?” “What is it Jus?” “When can I see you again?” “Besides in tonight’s wet dream?” I ask with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek. “Ass” He smacks my side. “Well, I have films and practice tomorrow, but I’m free all day Sunday.” Please be free too, please be free too. “I guess it’s a date then, pick me up at ten?” Justin says with a hopeful smile. “Bet your ass, We’ll see that new Jack Black movie and I’ll take you to Liberty Avenue.” “Can’t wait” I grab my wet bag and his clothes and lead him out of the locker room. “Hey it stopped raining” he says. I’m surprised at how dark it is. I pull him closer to my side as we walk to the general direction of both our cars. I drop him off at his hideous piece of trash he calls transportation with a kiss. “See ya Sunday!” “Yea and we’re definitely taking my car.” “Hey my car’s not so bad” its pathetic and cute at the same time as he defends his shitty little car. “Justin it’s a fucking Gremlin, I’m afraid to touch it, it might fall apart.” “Be nice” he says and presses one last kiss to my lips, opens the door, and the frame surprisingly stays together. “Later” he adds, and gets in and starts the car. “Yea, Later” I wave him off into the night and get in my own car, ready for a night of peaceful sleep before an early practice.