Brian applied more of the salve to Justin's back.  He hated that hideous man for marring the kid's perfect skin like that.  With any luck, there wouldn't be much of a scar.  The cold hearted bastard deserved a slow, torturous death.
 
Justin turned to look at Brian.  He was fucking <i>gorgeous</i>, even unbathed, with a scruffy unshaven face, and tattered clothes.  Brian noticed he was being appraised, and remarked to the kid, "Keep staring at me like that, and I'm going to forget that we need to get the fuck out of here, and ravish you all day."  
 
Justin chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed, and nervously looked away.  He couldn't help it if his mind kept replaying the lascivious events of last night.  He had never felt so connected to someone as he did to Brian.  Justin wondered what it would be like to be fucked by him, loved by him.
 
Brian suddenly brought him back to reality.  "Listen Justin.  Are you <i>listening</i> to me?"  Justin snapped out of his self imposed trance and responded, "Yes, <i>I'm listening</i>." 
 
"We need to figure out a plan.  If we don't, we're as good as dead."
 
They huddled in their cell, conjuring up a viable plan for their escape.  Together they decided on their next course of action, to be set in motion within the next 24 hours.  
 
By nightfall, Justin was anxiously pondering their earlier discussion.  If things did not fare well, they could both end up being young fallen heroes.  
 
If Justin knew anything, it was that he didn't want to die without knowing what it would be like to make love to Brian.  Since Brian seemed to be preoccupied, he realized it was up to him to initiate the contact, that would hopefully lead to a gratifying sexual liaison.  
 
Brian was laying on his back, gazing up at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought.  Justin sidled over to him and said "A penny for your thoughts."  Pushing up on his elbows, Brian had a serious expression on his face, when he addressed Justin. "If I didn't drag your ass with me, you would be safe.  You'd be hanging out with the guys, and not in this fucking mess right now."  
 
"You didn't know what was going to happen Brian.  No one can predict the future.  As much as you'd like to control things, you can't.  So please don't blame yourself, because <i>I</i> certainly don't."
 
Looking at the kid, Brian couldn't understand how someone so young could be so wise.  He smiled and reached out to caress the young man's cheek.  Justin took full advantage of the moment, and put his hand on the back of Brian's head, pulling him in for a long awaited kiss.  When their lips collided, Brian felt the heat overtake his body immediately, and lost all reason.  
 
Brian deliberately tilted his head back a bit, so that his tongue could outline Justin's lips.  Then he hungrily dipped it in to probe and taste Justin.  In turn, Justin sucked on Brian's offering, drawing it further into his wanton mouth.  This enticing act resulted in removing each other's meager clothes, as quickly as possible.
 
When they were both naked and panting, Brian questioned Justin, "Are you <i>sure</i> you want to do this, what about your back?"  

Justin was touched that Brian was afraid of hurting him, and truthfully proclaimed, "We could die tomorrow.  I'm not concerned with a few scratches on my back."  Still trying to plead his case when he saw the uncertain look in Brian's eyes he declared, "This is what I want Brian...what I <i>need</i>."  
 
That's all the reassurance Brian required, to unleash his yearning passion for the blond.  He carefully laid Justin down on the blanket, and began to kiss, nip, and lick him everywhere.   The myriad of sensations Brian was inflicting upon him, were driving him wild, and Justin arched his back begging for release.  Brian further taunted him by rutting against him, the friction of their erections stimulating every nerve ending in their bodies.  
 
Justin rolled on top of Brian becoming impatient to satisfy his needs.  Still enmeshed in a kiss, Brian pulled at Justin's hair, making his scalp tingle.  He nudged Justin's shoulder back, so the rest of his body soon followed.  Brian was hovering over him again, and Justin began to squirm.  He dug his fingers into Brian's firm bottom, to egg him on.  
 
"<i>Fuck me</i> Brian." he demanded.
 
"Tell me what you want me to do"  Brian whispered in a lust filled voice.  "Tell me what makes you all hot and bothered."
 
Playing along, Justin started giving Brian very explicit instructions.  "I want you to run your tongue along my cock and suck on my balls.  Next, I want you to invade my hole, and make me wet for you.  Then, I want you to stick your big cock up my tight ass, and make me scream.  I want to take in every inch of you Brian.  Because if I have to die, I want it to be from you fucking me to death."
 
Thoroughly turned on, Brian bent his head down to grant Justin's wishes.  When he got to Justin's balls, he gently manipulated them into his mouth.  Swirling his tongue lightly over the sensitive skin of each sac, he heard Justin moan in appreciation.  
 
Brian lifted his head, and peered down to examine Justin's face.  The kid's eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed,  and his sensuous pink mouth was slightly agape in ecstasy.  Brian swiftly flipped Justin over, and continued to work with expertise.  He used his wet tongue to coat Justin's hole.  Flicking his tongue in and out of the narrow orifice, he could feel Justin's muscles spasming.  
 
Justin was ready, and Brian was more than ready too.  However he abruptly stopped, his beautiful features suddenly becoming distorted.  "Why are you stopping?"  Justin pleaded.
 
As if it just dawned on him Brian revealed, "I don't have a condom.  I won't put you..."  
 
Justin interrupted him, "You've got to be kidding Brian.  Do you think I give a <i>fuck</i> about that right now?"  
 
"But..."
 
Justin's agile body seemed to move with lightening speed.  Before Brian could react, the kid was straddling him.  "Brian. we may not get out of this alive, and I won't die not knowing what it's like to be with you.  To have you inside me."  Brian couldn't speak or move, he just stared in awe at Justin's transformation. 
 
Deceivingly, Justin moved as if he were going to release Brian, but instead, he grabbed hold of Brian's cock, and impaled himself on it.  "<b>Fuck!</b>"  they both cried out at the same time. Brian's brain took a few moments to register what was happening.  "<i>Jesus, Justin</i>!"  Brian exclaimed.  Justin ignored the warning in Brian's words, and lifted up, only to slam himself back down onto Brian's rigid cock again.  Looking at the kid's emphatic face, he knew he had no choice but to admit defeat.  "Justin"  he said again, but this time bucked his hips up, causing the young sergeant to bite his lip.  
 
They fell into a frenzied pace of Brian thrusting upwards, and Justin's buttocks squeezing up and down on his lover's manhood.  Within a matter of minutes, they experienced a symbiotic combustion, with both of their bodies convulsing in explosive release.  Justin collapsed on top of Brian thoroughly spent and satisfied.  They laid immobile, with their hearts pounding in their chests, and their breathing erratic.  Brian ran his fingers through Justin's hair, as Justin nuzzled into him.  
 
Justin could feel Brian grin as he said, "Fucking you to death seems mighty appealing to me right now.  But we both need to get some rest, if we are to have our wits about us tomorrow."
 
Justin reluctantly rolled off Brian, to position himself by his side.  Still craving some form of contact he asked, "Do you think you can hold me, until I fall asleep?"   
 
Brian replied, "I think I can manage that."  And then in a softer voice he said,  "Get some rest Justin, whatever happens tomorrow, we'll be in it together."    
 
Brian enveloped Justin from behind, leaning his chin on Justin's shoulder.  He drew the kid closer, as their bodies spooned, perfectly aligned with each other.  Justin placed his hands over Brian's strong, comforting arms, and soon lapsed into an exhausted sleep.