So here I lie.  On the floor of Brian’s loft.  Sprawled in a star shape, my grey sweats hanging off my hips as I stare at the vaulted ceiling.  My chest is bare, a joint balanced between my index and middle finger as my eyes close momentarily as I try to forget my past.
Try to forget everything.
I crack open one eye to watch the loft door as it opens, showing Brian in all his glory.  He hasn’t noticed me yet as he strides over to the sofa, throwing his briefcase on the white leather before he sees the trail of smoke billowing skyward before peering over the chair.
I offered him a lopsided, rather stoned grin as I lazily waved a hand, “Hello Beautiful BriBri”, I managed to giggle as I took another hit.  He’s amused, I can tell.  Then again, how often can you come home to you’re 18 year old lover, stoned on the floor, his sweats so low you can see a small line of blonde hair peering over the top, and in general looking very fuckable.  Bending over he stole my joint and I let out a whine, “Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiian…”
Then I froze.
“I’M TURNING INTO MIKEY!”  Okay so my shriek was a little dramatic but he laughed nevertheless as he pulled me to my feet, capturing my lips with his own roughly.  I let a groan escape into his mouth as my fingers started on his shirt buttons, undoing them slowly and teasingly.  He groaned impatiently as I finally pushed it off his shoulders my hands running over the tanned skin of his chest and stomach as I undid the button of his dress pants.  
Brian, ever the label queen.

I let them fall to the floor, leaving him in his underwear and me in my sweats which presently concealed his hands as he gently cupped my ass, our tongues still wrestling for dominance.  My heart was thumping as fast as it had the first night we’d had sex, only gone was the innocent naïve virgin, replaced by a sex demon.  He pushed me backwards and I let myself hit the bed, bouncing as I propped myself up by my elbows, him swooping down to catch my lips with his own again.  Before I knew it, he’d tugged my sweats down and off, exposing my erection to the cold air of the loft.  Flipping him over, I crawled up the bed, giving him a nice view of the ass which he promptly grabbed, bringing himself behind me and grinding his hard on against my crack.  

Leaning up, so my back was pressed against his chest, I tilted my chin up and kissed him hungrily, pulling back only slightly to growl, “Fuck me!”  Keeping me against him, he sheathed his cock and guided himself to me, pushing up slightly.  I winced at the familiar feel of pain as he pushed past the first ring of muscle.  Groaning into his mouth, he felt me push back, taking him further into me until he was buried inside my body to the hilt.  The pain was slowly dispersing, only to be replaced with pleasure as he started thrusting into me, his tip brushing my prostate every second thrust.

“Fuck….Bri….harder!”

It was true, during sex I never made any sense and all my mumbles were incoherent but Brian was fluent in ‘Justin sex talk‘, so he complied and thus sped up his thrusts, my back arching slightly to take him further in as I panted.  The feeling of his fingers playing with the ring in my nipple sent my brain into overdrive, my balls were filling up as I let out another long, loud moan and shot over my chest and the sheets, Brian filling up the condom right after.  

I felt him slide out, my body slumping forward as I tried to catch my breath, grinning lazily as I rolled over, licking my sweat lined lips as I stroked his cheek, withdrawing my hand as there was a bang at the door. 

“Fucking hell…”  Brian hissed, pulling on a pair of sweats and padding to the door, yanking it open in annoyance, “What!?” he barked.  The raven haired woman who, until that moment, had been whispering to the brunette beside her spun round, “Mr Kinney?”  Brian raised an eyebrow as he nodded.  I could hear muffled voices from the door so, as elegantly as I could, I yanked on a t-shirt and sweats before tumbling down the steps to the living area.  I literally waddled (well it hurt okay) to the door, “Brian is everything okay?”  I asked, resting a hand on his forearm as I peered round at our visitors, “Oh….how’d you find me?”  

I know, a hello would have been better but I was feeling lame and freshly fucked so can you blame me?  All  I wanted to do now was slam the door and drag Brian back to bed but I nodded at Jill, then Chris.  Brian glanced at me, a questioning look on his face until Jill spoke.

“Private Taylor, there’s been an incident….”

That’s when I knew I couldn’t run from my past anymore.