AN: Thanks to my beta KJ! The lyrics in this chapter are from the Wicked soundtrack – song As Long As You’re Mine. If you don’t know it – go buy it – it rocks! Plus Randy was in Wicked once! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian’s POV We approach the entrance of Babylon and Justin seems to be bypassing the line, so I just follow along behind him. He greets the doorman as he lets us in ahead of the crowd. I give him a bit of a questioning look and he just tells me that membership has its privileges. The closer we get to the main area of the club the farther apart we become. Now standing at the edge of the main dance floor I hesitate while Justin takes a few steps into the throng of writhing bodies laid out before us. After a moment he realizes that I am no longer right behind him and he turns around with a questioning look on his face. “Is something wrong?” “It’s just, uh…” I stammer a bit but finally confess, “I’ve never been here before.” He grabs my hand and leads me over to a staircase that seems to lead up to some type of catwalk. When we get up onto the catwalk I realize it is a little quieter up here and that he probably wants to talk. I guess this is where he is going to tell me to fuck off. “Okay, by ‘never been here before’ I’m taking it you mean not just Babylon but any gay dance club?” “Yeah. Look if you want to go find someone more experienced I understand.” And I would but I’d be disappointed. This man is simply gorgeous and I’ve been hard since the moment we first spoke out on the street. “No. I’m fine just where I am.” Really? I want to ask. But I don’t, I just keep that thought to myself and smile a little. “Can I buy you a drink?” I ask him. “Yeah.” This time as we make our way through the crowd and back downstairs to the bar, we walk side by side as much as possible. Somehow he just seems to know that I am tired of feeling left behind, even in the slightest way. When the bartender takes our order I ask for a double Chivas on the rocks, and Justin in turn asks for the same. As he’s pouring the shots I can feel the bartenders eyes on me, and when he takes the cash his fingers linger a little too long on mine. It’s odd how the little exchange feels exhilarating and at the same time it feels creepy. I turn back to Justin and hand him his drink. Noticing the slight smirk on his face I just have to ask. “What?” “You have no idea, do you?” Feeling suddenly self conscious again I assume he means that I have no idea what I am doing around other openly gay men. My only experiences have been rushed hand or blow jobs in back alleys or the occasional public restroom. I’ve never even started this type of mating dance before. Then with one sentence he shatters my world for the second time tonight. “You have no idea how hot you are? How incredibly irresistible and sexy you are, do you?” I have no real answer to that so I turn to face him more directly, clink the tips of our shot glasses together in a silent toast, and we both drink the double shots in one gulp while staring into each others eyes. “Want another?” I ask. “No thanks, I’m good for now.” I order another double and drink it down just as quickly, enjoying the burn that really good scotch provides. We stand side by side at the bar, our bodies very close but not quite touching, and survey the crowd of dancers. The scotch starts to take affect and my confidence level is increasing. There is nothing quite as reliable as liquid courage; at least for a little while. This is why when Justin asks me to dance, I barely hesistate to follow him onto the dance floor. At first our dancing is awkward; admittedly it is me that is awkward, while his moves are so fluid they’re like silk. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me tightly to him whispering in my ear to follow his lead. Our bodies fit so well together, it’s like we are two puzzle pieces that were made to lock together. With his arms around my waist and mine draped over his shoulders we move like one unit to the beat. Our mutual hard-ons are pressing against one another raising my body temperature to a devastating degree. Justin turns around in my arms, pulling my arms down so they rest around his waist. His ass is pressing firmly against my crotch, and every move we make produces the most delicious friction. Deciding to be bold I snake my hands down his body and caress his thighs, close enough to his cock to heighten the sensation, but not quite close enough to be touching. He lets out a low guttural groan when I use just the tip of my tongue to lick a path up the side of his neck and begin nibbling on his ear. Justin turns slightly and gazes up at me; breathlessly he asks “Do you want to get out of here?” “Your place or mine?” “Yours. I’ve got a roommate and I don’t want to chance being interrupted.” “Let’s go then.”
Kiss me too fiercely Hold me too tight I need help believing You're with me tonight
We make our way out of the club, into my car, and over to the loft as quickly as we can. The closer we get to the loft the more uneasy I feel. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, but at the same time I know that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing. It’s ridiculous that at my age I feel the uncertainty of a virgin, but I guess that’s what I am. I think Justin senses some of my thoughts because he reaches over and places a firm but gentle hand on my thigh and it begins to calm me instantly. The elevator ride up is simultaneously too quick and not quick enough. I barely get the gate down before he has pushed me up against the wall of the elevator and starts attacking my lips. Oh god, but the feel of another man’s lips on mine is so luscious I almost go weak in the knees. Before my thoughts can run away with me my instincts take over and I part my lips allowing his tongue access to mine. The second our tongues touch inside my mouth a fire is ignited somewhere deep in my gut and I am challenging him back for dominance of this kiss. The little part of my brain that is still functioning can’t believe that I am actually at this point in my life; finally.
My wildest dreamings Could not forsee Lying beside you With you wanting me
It takes us a few minutes to realize that the elevator has stopped moving and we should get out. It takes me a few tries to get the key in the lock because my hands are shaking a little, but I finally manage to push the door open and pull Justin inside. Breathlessly I apologize for the lack of furniture and appliances explaining that the loft is new and those things should be arriving soon. “Is there a bed?” “Yes” I chuckle softly in response. “Well, then that’s all we need.” He takes three steps towards me closing the small distance gap between our bodies and molds himself to me again. Stretching up slightly he licks a path up my neck, over my adam’s apple, and continues until his tongue is once again licking at my lips seeking entrance. With our lips locked I drag him towards the bedroom, we stumble slightly at the stairs, obviously more interested in maintaining our connection than in looking where we are going. The back of my knees hit the bed and suddenly things slow down considerably. Earlier tonight I was embarrassed that Justin knew how inexperienced I was, but suddenly I’m quite glad for it. I do not want this night to go by too fast, I want to remember and cherish this moment always. Justin gives me one last kiss before pushing on my chest forcing me to sit on the bed. He takes a step back and starts to slowly undress. I reach out for him but he stops me. “Don’t. I want you just to watch. Lay back, get comfortable.” Doing as he requests I move into the center of the bed and recline slightly, leaning back on my elbows. The sight before me exceeds even my wildest fantasies, the ones I always tried to pretend meant nothing, now don’t even compare to the beauty before me. Slowly he runs his right hand down the center of his chest and over his waist band until he can slowly and seductively massage the bulge in his pants. Simultaneously he toes off his shoes and socks. He continues to rub himself through his pants and throws his head back in sheer pleasure. Its torture just laying here so I start to get up off the bed when he opens his eyes looks at me and shakes his head no, so I reluctantly settle back on the bed letting him lead the way in this foreplay. After a couple of minutes he slides his hand slowly back up the center of his body and starts to unbutton his shirt. Each button exposes another few inches of flesh and makes my cock impossibly harder. Eventually he slides the shirt off his shoulders and lets it pool on the floor at his feet. I hear myself gasp at the beauty of his torso, his pale unmarked skin, over lean, barely there muscle, with just a smattering of golden hairs around his nipples, leading a trail down his lower abdomen and disappearing underneath his pants. Like before with his cock, he spends a few minutes tweaking and pinching his nipples hardening them until I almost beg to be allowed to lick them. Finally after what seems like hours he hooks his fingers into his waistband and pops the button open on his jeans. Slowly sliding the zipper down I realize he isn’t wearing any underwear and almost come in my pants like a 13 year-old boy. Stepping out of his pants he has to wiggle slightly and his cock bounces around large and proud in front of him. No longer able to keep silent I hear myself begging to touch him. “Please Justin, please come closer or let me move, I have to feel you.” “Patience, Brian, patience. I want you to remember this always.” When he gets down on his knees in the front of the bed I’m a little confused for a moment until he starts tugging at my shoestrings trying to get my shoes off. It seems to be taking forever and I find myself wishing I had just gone to the club barefoot! Finally my shoes and socks are on the floor with his pile of clothes and he is sliding up my body until he is hovering over me and our faces are inches apart. Straddling my body he sits on my thighs and leans forward to kiss me again. I refuse to ask permission this time so I quickly grasp his body and pull his torso flush against mine. He lets out a little squeak of surprise but that dissolves into a moan as for the first time my hands are caressing his bare flesh. I run my hands down his back slowly until I am cupping his bare ass. Once I have the firm yet pliable cheeks in my hand I pull his entire body even closer so that he is now resting atop my still clothed cock. We make out, rutting against each other and thrusting our tongues in and out of each others mouths for a few minutes until he pulls away. Once again I find he is pushing on my chest but this time he forces me to lay all the way back while he gets off of my legs. Common sense tells me why he is changing our position, obviously at some point my pants have to come off but I really don’t want our bodies to be apart for even a moment and I can’t help the disappointed groan that escapes my lips when he climbs off me. “Shhh. I’m not going anywhere. I just can’t hold back any longer, I have to see all of you Brian.” Suddenly I’m a little nervous again. Justin is well endowed, and I know that I am too, bigger than him even by an inch or two, but still, I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t have the time to get too nervous or have any second thoughts because within seconds he has my pants unbuttoned, unzipped and is trying to slide them over my hips and down my legs. I lift my ass a little to make the task easier and suddenly my cock pops free and is standing perfectly erect in front of him. “God Brian, you are beautiful. Perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more than I want you right now.” “Me? It’s you Justin; you are the one who is beautiful, and so perfect.”
And just for this moment As long as you're mine I've lost all resistance And crossed some border line And if it turns out It's over too fast I'll make every last moment last As long as you're mine
All night I’ve tried to avoid thinking about what will happen after we do this. Will he just leave as soon as we are done? Will he stay the night but then leave in the morning without wanting more? Do I even want more if he did? As I feel him settle himself between my legs and start to lick the underside of my cock I decide to stop thinking altogether and just enjoy this moment. If this is all I get with Justin than that will have to be enough. Justin’s POV
Maybe I'm brainless Maybe I'm wise But you've got me seeing Through different eyes Somehow I've fallen Under your spell And somehow I'm feeling It's up that I fell
When I saw him crossing the street tonight my world tilted off its axis. I’ve always been a serial monogamist, having just broken up with my last boyfriend two weeks ago. He only lasted three months, but then none of them have ever lasted more than five. But Brian, something about him just feels different. For one thing I’ve never fucked a virtual stranger before, I’m often the top, but I know that tonight I am going to let this man I’ve just met fuck me into oblivion all night.
Every moment As long as you're mine I'll wake up my body And make up for lost time
So after the slow torturous undressing I gave us both, I’m finally going to get a true taste of this man. I’m not really sure what has come over me tonight, yes I’m often the aggressor when it comes to sex, but there isn’t usually a lot of foreplay involved. Maybe I just wanted to make this special for Brian, I don’t know for sure, but little signs all night have told me that he has had little to no sexual experience with other men. Maybe I wanted to make it special for us both. I feel as though I’m trying to fill the void in his sex life up until now and by doing so perhaps he’ll be able to fill the void in my heart.
Say there's no future For us as a pair And though I may know I don't care Just for this moment As long as you're mine
I lick up and down Brian’s cock intentionally neglecting the head for just a few moments longer. With one quick movement I move over the top of his cock, hollow out my cheeks, and swallow his cock whole. His unsuspecting body jerks off the bed towards my face and forces his cock a few inches further down my throat. Not wanting this part to be over too quickly I use one hand to push his hips back onto the bed and the other to rub calming circles on his lower abdomen. I stay still for a minute simply breathing in the smell of his sweat amongst his pubes until I feel I can safely begin the blow job in earnest. His hands are in my hair grabbing and pulling as I work up and down his cock. I’m actually surprised at his stamina and think that this bodes well for the rest of the evening, but for now I want him to come so that later when he is inside me he doesn’t come too quickly. “Justin….” “Stop Justin, I’m going to…” he groans out, I know he is trying to hold out but I don’t want him to. “Come for me Brian, just come now.” “No, this isn’t…. I mean I want to be… Ugh... I want more!” He exclaims frustrated. “I know, so do I. But I want it to last for a long time, so I need you to come now.” Without giving him another chance to speak I go back to work on his cock furiously, massaging his balls at the same time and in just a few moments he is shooting down my throat. His taste is glorious and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get enough. I decide however to stop that line of thinking, I don’t know his situation. With my luck he is married and planning on going back to the wife and kids tomorrow. But for tonight, for this moment, he is mine and I am going to make the most of it.
Come be how you want to And see how bright we shine Borrow the moonlight Until it is through And know I'll be here holding you As long as you're mine
After I drink down his come, I crawl up to lay beside him on the bed. Slowly tracing circles around his nipples with my fingertips I give him a minute to regain his composure. “God Justin… I don’t know what to say.” And with that I just have to know. “Brian, have you ever…?” I trail off hoping that I don’t have to actually ask, that he’ll just know what I am trying to ask. “I’ve had the occasional blow job, even given a few myself, and hand jobs, but that’s it. But I want more now, with you. I’ve always wanted more, just been too afraid to go after it.” He says looking just a bit ashamed. Using my finger I tilt his chin up so he has to look me in the eye. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about Brian. But let me show you now, the joys of all the other things we can do. Don’t be afraid at all, I’m here with you.” He looks into my eyes for a minute as if he is trying to read my soul, or to confirm that I’m here. Finally getting the answer he is looking for, he rolls over until he is lying on top of me. I grin slightly at the feel of his cock already getting hard again. He leans down to kiss me and as he does so, he slowly grinds his cock onto mine, the friction feeling sinful and delicious. His lips leave mine and I barely restrain myself from whimpering at the loss of contact. I decide to let him lead the way as much as his instincts would allow him to this time. My body arches up off the bed as he worries my nipples in turn with his teeth. Tugging and pulling at them until they are tender and erect. Then he begins bathing them gently with his tongue and I grind my hips up into his body silently begging him to move on. After a few more minutes of teasing my nipples and gently nipping at other spots along my torso he is finally at my cock and I almost come from anticipation. I know he said he’s done this before but I wasn’t quite expecting him to be so damn good. He works my cock much liked I worked his, if only just a bit more hastily. When I try and push him off my cock so I don’t come down his throat he pushes my hands away, swallows my cock whole and hums, sending vibrations through my cock right to my toes. It’s just minutes before I am coming down his throat and screaming his name. When I’ve come back down to earth a little I look down my body to see him grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back at him. Damn, he’s good. Realizing how much of a natural talent he is and anticipating what is left to come has me getting hard again so fast I almost can’t believe it.
Justin What is it? Brian It's just for the first time, I feel ... wicked
He sits up so he is kneeling in between my thighs and leans over to the nightstand. It’s only then that I notice the bowl of condoms and the large container of lube right by the bed. I chuckle slightly and quirk an eyebrow at him in question. “I guess I got a little carried away at the sex store,” he laughs slightly. “Uh, Justin?” “Yeah?” “I guess I need a little direction here, I don’t want to hurt you.” I smile and tell him gently, “It’s always best to open your partner up a little bit. With the size of your cock you’ll want to work some of the lube into me using your fingers. Do one finger at a time and you should be able to slide three fingers in and out without too much effort before you try and slide into me. I don’t usually bottom so be patient with me. It will hurt a little at first no matter what you do, but that’s okay, I actually enjoy that part of it.” I restrain myself from chuckling at the studious look that has taken over his features, I can tell he was listening and will do everything in his power to make this as good as possible for us both. He squirts some lube into his hand, probably more than he really needs but I don’t want to make him self conscious by correcting him unless I have to. I smile when I see he is rubbing it between his fingers to get it warmed up a little, then without any further ado he is rubbing some around the opening of my hole. I lift my legs up onto his shoulders to give him better access and gasp slightly when his first finger pushes through my opening. “Are you okay?” He asks worriedly. “I’m great. Keep going.” He keeps up a fairly constant stream of exclamations telling me how great I feel, and how wonderful I look sprawled out for him, while steadily working my hole until he can finally get the third finger in. While he’s been diligently working on opening me up he’s also managed to work my entire body into a frenzy. My head has been thrashing around since he first put the third finger into me, my legs have slipped from his shoulders and finally I can’t hold back any longer and scream out. “Fuck me Brian!” He looks up sharply almost like he forgot there was more to me than my ass, stares into my eyes getting whatever confirmation from them that he needs to continue, and the next thing I’m aware of is hearing the condom wrapper tear. He hikes my legs back onto his shoulders, positions his cock at my entrance and slowly starts to push in. I gasp loudly as the head of his cock breaks through that ring of muscle. Thankfully, he pauses for a minute allowing me to get accustomed to this new girth. God, he is large. After a minute he slowly pushes in, not stopping until he is buried balls deep in my ass. We are both momentarily overwhelmed by the feeling of connection, and just lay there panting slightly. Finally I urge him on and he begins to move slowly in and out of me. He brushes over my prostate and I scream out his name in ecstasy. I’m so close to coming that I don’t even dare touch my cock, I just let it bounce between our bodes occasionally getting some intense friction when he folds me in half to kiss me. Steadily his thrusts get faster and faster, then he is finally just barely moving inside me, jabbing at my prostate repeatedly and we both come hard, screaming each others name, my come soaking our bodies and his filling the condom. He pulls out of me gently, but even that gently makes me gasp from the loss, and he finally collapses on top of me. Sweaty and sticky and not caring at all we both pass out from exhaustion.