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"Everything happens for a reason, remember, you told me that..."
Insepctor Andy Trudeau, Season One
~*~ “At school we had this lecture… about safe sex.” “And now we’re gonna have a demonstration.” “Put it on me… Go on. Slip it on my dick.” “Just ... go slow, okay?” “It hurts. Does it always hurt?” “A little bit. But that's a part of it. Now relax. I want you to always remember this...” A small gasp… “…So that no matter who you're ever with ... I'll always be there.” Tight... Hot... Sweet... Legs upon shoulders pressing back into him as he plunged in and out of the body that writhed beneath him moaning... hands gripped against pale hips, nails biting into his back scraping downwards. Pale hands cupping firm tanned globes pulled him closer urging him to go harder, faster deeper. Tight… Hot… Sweet… God… so tight… so good… “I love you…” Somewhere in the distance sound pierced the atmosphere created between two burning bodies… almost like an inhumane scream Fucking alarm… He rolled over and slammed his hand down turning the stupid thing off, and flopped onto his back not wanting to face the world just yet. After a few minutes he feel’s the bed shift a bit, then there is a dip in the bed to his left. Something is wrong here. Suddenly he bolts up gravity not on his side this morning, he tumbles to far to the right and off the bed. “Fuck.” He hears a small giggle. Brian pops back up glaring at the young blond who is now trying to hide the grin on his face, and apparently not doing such a good job either. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “You said I could stay.” Brian tries to rack his brain for the memories of the night before… “Right…” “Your mom thinks you’re at a friends house…” “You’re cousin thinks you’re at a friends…” Brian sits up glancing out into the living area taking in just how fucked up things looked. “What the fuck happened.” The young blond laughs as he bounces off the bed wearing only his jeans from last night. It really is annoying how he can be so fucking upbeat this early in the morning. “Don’t tell me I was doing handstands.” “And Juggling, which by the way you’re not very good at.” Smart-ass. “Shit… why do I do these things?” “To get rid of the bad feeling.” Justin called from the kitchen. Brian stopped mid-step to the bathroom eyes narrowing in the direction of the blond. What the fuck did he just say? Brian shook his head making his way into the bathroom passing it off as the kid messing with him. Coffee. He just needed his morning coffee and all would be right with the world. Twenty minutes later freshly showered and dressed he walked back into the open space of his now destroyed loft he took to the stool where the paper had already been laid out along with a mug of… coffee. He mumbled what passed for a thank you and drank. There was this tingling feeling that made his stomach twist and when he looked at the blond he was smiling. “What?” “Nothing.” “Then what the fuck are you smiling at?” “You’re really not a morning person.” He walked towards the overturned couches and plucked his shirt off of the cushion, getting on his knees he reached under another overturned chair and grabbed at his left sneaker. All the while Brian was enjoying the nice view of his bubble butt wrapped in those tight jeans. Licked his lips not even knowing that his feet were carrying him across the room. “Can you stop looking at my ass for a few minutes and help me find my other shoe?” “Why would I wanna do that?” he asked. “Well…” the blond sat up with a smirk on his face. “Seeing as how you’re the one who practically broke my ankle trying to get it off…” Brian had a momentary flash of himself throwing Justin down on the sofa and trying to rip his clothes off. “I don’t remember doing so.” “Liar.” He heard come from somewhere underneath the blankets. How did he move so freakin’ fast? “You were rock hard even before we got to the jeep.” The blond popped up from the other end of the quit. “It’s not under there.” He wandered over to the fridge opening it up he pulled out the carton of juice. “Are you sure you even had your shoes on when we got here?” Brian didn’t care about the shoes. All he could see was that bubble butt swaying left to right. Bringing to mind what we wanted to do with that ass. “Yeah…” Justin scrunched up his nose. He had his shoes on when he walked in because he specifically remembered Brian attacking his feet cursing the inventors of shoes trying to get his jeans off. Brian smirked at the gesture it was sort of… cute…. Shit. He shook those thoughts out of his mind. He’d have to stop this thinking thing. Brian came up behind the blond wrapping his arms around the lithe body pulling him against his front side. “What say you forget about the shoes for now and we do a repeat of last night’s performance, minus the three-ring act.” “Can’t…” “Something more important to do?” Brian’s hands slid down Justin’s bare stomach down to the waistline of his jeans, popping open the first then second button. Enjoying the feel of warm skin as he nipped at the blond’s neck. Reveling in those little sighs that he was letting out Brian furthered his exploration dipping his fingers inside the jeans, wrapping them around the semi erect cock. “No…” “No?” he smirked. Ok, was in a playful mood. “Because they’re nothing to repeat…” Brian frowned stopping his ministrations. He took in the words. “What the fuck does that mean?” Justin winced at the tone obviously this was one of those times that he was supposed to keep his mouth close. Nice one Justin. “Speak Blondie.” “First off don’t call me Blondie, the name’s Justin.” “Whatever.” Justin rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing to repeat cause we didn’t do much.” “Excuse me?” Maybe he wasn’t getting it. “Nothing happened.” “What do you mean nothing happened… I think I would remember if nothing happened and something happened!” he was livid now he gave Justin a good squeeze before yanking his hands out from the jeans. “What exactly do you remember?” Justin adjusted himself before turning to face the obviously confused man. “I… picked you up just outside of Babylon, took you home… I blew you in the jeep, we came up here, I jerked you off there.” He pointed back towards the sofa. “You blew me on the stairs… after which I fucked you in… what… why are you shaking your head?” Justin couldn’t help but smile at the older man’s interpretation of their night together. “Could you be more wrong?” “Could you be more annoying?” Oh he was not happy and what Justin was about to say wasn’t gonna make things better. He decided to sooth the beast before it came out with full claws. “Yes, you picked me up outside of Babylon…” he pressed a kiss to the older man’s throat. “Yes, you gave me a mind twisting blow job… in your jeep.” Justin slid up against the older man’s body, hung his arms loosely around his shoulders fingers caressing warm skin. “Yes, you threw me down on the sofa… yanked my jeans down… grabbed my dick…” He took Brian’s hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Yeah,” “Yeah…” Justin licked his lips as Brian began rubbing him through the rough material of his jeans. Creating a delicious friction that went zipping around his body. Oh he remembered the feeling so well having his jeans around his thigh’s, Brian’s finger’s around his cock stroking him at various paces, making him cry out when it stopped. Only to find that the reason it had stopped was because Brian was sucking the precum off his fingers. Holy shit, he was close just from the memory! “What else?” The question penetrated the haze in Justin’s mind, “I um… you pulled me in here… after I c-c-came you um…” It was really hard to remember the next part when Brian was doing a nice repeat of the sofa event. “After you came…” Brian’s lust filled voice felt warm against his ear. “You…” “I…” “You…” he was so freakin’ close just a little bit more. “I what… Justin.” “You… p-p-assed out ahhhh…” Justin cried out as he came in his jeans. “What?”