This is totally AU and just for giggles. A break from some of my more angsty-er fics. 



"I'm bored," Brian declared, sighing loudly when Justin didn't look up from his magazine. He tried again to get his attention, a sulky whine to his tone. "Justin, I'm bored." 

"No shit," He replied. 

Brian sighed again, drumming his fingers on his leg as he thought of ways to get Justin's attention. "And I'm horny." 

"I really didn't need to know that." Justin commented dryly, still not looking up, instead turning the page of his magazine. 

"Well I am!" 

"You're always horny." 

"It's not my fault," Brian retorted. "I'm eighteen years old and I've got hormones and shit." He paused, frowning slightly. "You've got the same hormones and shit as me, you should be horny too." 

"Well, I'm not." Justin sighed, glancing at Brian over the top of the magazine. "What I am doing is trying to read." 

Brian didn't reply and Justin turned his attention back to his magazine, hoping he was finally going to get some peace and quiet to finish reading. He was, he discovered when he almost jumped out of his skin, completely wrong. Brian had moved to kneel at Justin's feet, pushing his magazine down on his lap and gazing up at him. 

Justin swallowed; glad that his magazine was covering his sudden hard-on, and telling himself that a hard-on had nothing to do with his college roommate kneeling in front of him, and everything to do with afore-mentioned hormones. He pasted what he hoped was a bored expression on his face and raised an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

"I'm still bored." 

"Brian…" 

"Wanna play a game?" He interrupted, cheeky grin spreading across his face. 

Justin laughed. "Don't you think we're a little too old to be playing games?" 

Brian shook his head, his grin changing from cheeky to wolfish. "Not this kinda game we're not. But, if you're too chicken to play…" He left the suggestion hanging, knowing perfectly well that Justin would rise up to the challenge. 

"What sort of a game?" He asked carefully, knowing he was walking into Brian’s 'trap'. 
"It's more of a competition than a game," Brian explained, rocking back on his haunches and watching him carefully. 

"A competition?" 

Brian nodded. "Yeah, I figured that since I'm horny and all that we uhh..." he paused, cheeks flushing pink, his next words tumbling out in one rushed breath. "Ithoughtwecouldhaveajerkingoffcontest." 

Justin blinked; had Brian just suggested what he though he had. "What?" 

Brian’s blush deepened. "A jerking off contest. Winner gets… Uh…the loser has to do whatever the winner wants." 

"Jerking off contest," Justin echoed, nodding slightly. "Yeah, That's what I thought you said." 
"So, uh… what do you think?" 

Justin sighed silently, his stomach dropping; what the fuck did he do now? If he said no, Brian would keep on at him until he told him why and if he said yes, he risked Brian finding out how attracted to him he really was. He shrugged. "If you want." 

"Cool." Brian rose to his feet and crossed their bedroom, shutting and locking the door, then turning back to Justin, his hands already moving to unzip his jeans. "Come on then," he encouraged him when he realized he hadn't even started undressing. 

Justin blushed and shook himself; watching Brian was not going to help his situation, or his hard-on, he realized. Although, he was fairly sure he had a good chance of winning the competition. He felt as if Brian only had to look at him once more and he'd be coming in his pants. His tongue darting out to wet his dry lips, he turned his back on him, fingers fumbling as he unbuttoned his jeans, taking a deep breath before pushing them down his legs and stepping out of them. He cried out, jumping lightly when Brian laughed and slid an arm around his waist. 

Brian frowned at his reaction and pulled away. "Justin?" He waited for him to turn and face him, desperately trying to cover his erection with his hands. "What's wrong?" 

Justin shook his head, face flushed red. "N…N… Nothing," he offered, staring at the floor, struggling to stop himself from looking to see if Brian was hard. 

"Uh-huh," Brian replied, sitting down on his bed and watching his friend. He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just… I thought you wanted to muck around a bit. I never thought you'd get all shy, not around me." He watched as Justin walked across the room and sat down next to him, half bent over and still trying to hide his erection. 

"I'm not, I just…" He broke off, shuddering at the feel of Brian’s eyes on him. He glanced to the side, eyes widening as he realized he was hard as well. His eyes met Brian's and he blushed. He tensed up and was about to stand up but Brian pulled him back down, one arm around his shoulder, holding him close. 

"Hey, c'mon, you don't need to be embarrassed, it's not like we've never seen each naked before," He pointed out, neglecting the fact that they'd never seen each other hard before. He also didn't mention that the last time they'd seen each other naked they were blind-drunk, or that the last time he hadn't thought he had a crush on Justin. He also had a feeling Justin had a crush on him, the way he kept sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye, generally in the direction of his hard-on. 

"Yeah, I guess," Justin replied, risking another glance at him, blushing again when he giggled. He looked up and realized he'd been caught, Brian's smirk making him laugh softly, shaking his head. Justin didn't even try to explain himself, whimpering softly under his breath as he felt himself growing even harder. 

Brian shifted on the bed slightly to face Justin. "So… You ready."
 
Justin took a deep breath and nodded, forcing himself to relax and drop his hands to his sides, watching as Brian first looked over at him and then down at his erection, before grinning. 
"Sure looks like you are," Brian laughed, teasing him. "Remember, first one to come wins. And then, when you lose, you have to do anything I say for the rest of the day!" 

Justin snorted. "What makes you so sure you're gonna win?" 

Brian didn't reply, merely winked at him and mouthed the word 'go'. 

With a shaky breath, Justin's hand crept downward to circle his cock, his eyes sliding closed, and cheeks still flushed red. He started pumping his cock, hips rocking up into his touch, electricity already surging down his spine, biting down on his lower lip to stifle his moans; he couldn't risk moaning Brian's name out loud and him hearing it, after all. 

The mere though of Brian turned Justin even more, his balls starting to pull up, pre-cum coating his fist. He trembled with lust, every exhalation a loud moan as his imagination ran away with him. In his minds eye, he could see Brian kneeling at his feet again, only this time both were naked and his cock was in Brian's mouth. 

"Oh, fuck…" Justin whimpered, his back arching, hips pumping desperately as his fist sped up on his cock, need racing through his veins. 

A second loud moan filtered through to his consciousness and his eyes snapped open. Justin realized with a blush, very aware of the fact the both of them were jerking off, skin flushed and sweaty, and the scent of pre-come hanging heavily in the air. 

Brian moaned again and Justin looked up, meeting his eyes, breath dying in his throat to see his own craving mirrored there. White-hot lust boiled in the pit of his stomach and he felt himself start to tip over the edge of ecstasy, the sight of the tip of Brian's tongue running over his lips, sending him screaming into oblivion. 

Brian groaned loudly, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he watched Justin slump back down on his back on the bed, chest heaving as he panted for breath. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed, his lips parted and his hand and t-shirt covered in come. Brian didn't think he'd ever seen anything so damn gorgeous in his life. Without taking his eyes off, Brian fisted his cock hard, pumping as fast as he could, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have Justin's fingers wrapped around it, rather than his own. A strangled moan of what might, or might not have been, Justin's name escaped him and he felt himself coming, white stars streaking in front his eyes as he back arched up and he coated his fist with come. 

He let himself fall backwards on the bed, his head next to Justin's, his harsh breathing echoing in his ears. He felt Justin move and opened his eyes to see him roll over onto his stomach facing him. 

"Looks like you won," Brian commented dryly, rolling his eyes at Justin's shit-eating grin. "So…" 
"When you said 'anything', did you mean absolutely anything?" 

Brian rolled onto his stomach so that he was looking at Justin and nodded. "Yup, anything." 

"Cool. In that case, I wanna go clean up, and then I want you to leave me alone so I can read my magazine in peace and quiet." Justin sat up as he spoke, pulling clean boxers, jeans and t-shirt out of the drawer. 

"No," Brian whispered, shaking his head and moving to stand in front the door, stopping Justin from leaving the room. "No," he repeated louder, knocking his clothes from his hands. "That's fucking bullshit, Justin, and you know it is!" 

Justin narrowed his eyes at Brian. "What?" 

Brian sighed and ran his clean hand through his hair. "Why do you… why can't you just admit it?" 

Justin felt his eyes grow wide and he paled, panic rushing through him; Brian knew. "I… What… You… What…" He shook his head. "Ad... Admit what?" 

Brian laughed and grabbed hold of his shoulders, spinning them around so he was pressing Justin up against the door. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, a shiver running through him at the tension suddenly present between them. Meeting his eyes, Justin closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to his, pulling back to see his reaction. 
Justin whimpered and fisted his hands in Brian's t-shirt, pulling him even closer, their lips meeting again with bruising force, the kiss clumsy but still enough to make both of them excited. They broke, gasping for air, Brian laughing to find Justin gasping for breath. 

"Wanna play a game?" he whispered in his ear, grabbing his hand and tugging him back to his bed. Justin nodded and followed, instinctively knowing what Brian meant. They sat opposite each other on the single bed, cross-legged, knees and foreheads touching, fingers curled around each other's cock; this time, the aim of the game was to make the other come. 

"Ready?" Brian whispered, Justin nodded, already rocking his hips into Brian's touch. 

"Yeah," He replied, running his thumb over the head of his dick when Brian squirmed on the bed. 

'Go', He mouthed, lips catching Justin's as his hand started pumping his cock, Justin mirroring his movements until they were both rocking and thrusting on the bed, fingers becoming sticky with pre-cum, their rhythms become lost and erratic the closer they both came to orgasm. 

"Oh, Jesus… Justin…" Brian whimpered, free hand clutching Justin's knee as he thrust into his hand. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna… fuck… oh…." 

"Me too…" Justin mumbled against his lips, his fingers tangling with Brian's as his orgasm shot through him; cries echoed by Brian, the two of them coming simultaneously, coating each other's fingers and chests, before falling to the bed in a tangle of sweaty, sated limbs. Brian lying on his back, Justin curled up on his side, head on Brian's shoulder. Neither boy spoke, just lay there catching their breath, Brian wrapping his arms around Justin, who sighed happily. 

"Brian?”

"Hmm?" 

"Remind me to play one of your games more often