Authors Note: Chit/ Girl - Clap/ gonorrhea This is a link to Homosexuality in the 17&1800's This is another link Justin isnt frustrated anymore Neway hope u all like.. dont forget that Comments r air Thank you to my Beta, Big J... ***** They made quite a cut through the ballroom as they entered. The Baron Talbot of Malahide - a wealthy, mysterious, brooding sort that was said to be the most handsome and unattainable man in England, recently widowed, and therefore recently made more available. His mistress - the very beautiful, very rich and scandalous widowed Countess of Avondale and their young companion. A newcomer, attractive and fair, dressed in rich clothes of the highest quality and in the epitome of fashion, who no one had ever seen or heard of before, would have been interesting on his own. His escorts only served to make him all the more appealing and mysterious. Making their bows to the hostess Brian tried to decide what to do next so as not to die of tedium. Clarice led them through the crowds, waving and kissing cheeks greeting more people than Brian would ever wish to know. They trailed in her wake as Brian remained stoic and silently brooding, only talking to Justin who was a constant buzz of questions. Justin’s excitement and easy smile made it hard for Brian to disregard him. Justin commented on the match of colour on a lady’s dress and the cut of a gown or waistcoat, passing on his praise or criticisms as if they were God’s own judgements. As an old matron led her two charges up to the countess to make their bows, Justin noted how low their curtsies were and could no longer contain his curiosity. “How is it that Lady Clarice demands so much respect? She is so young and she dresses like she’s older…” Brian interrupted before Justin could get carried away recounting all the things that made the Countess of Avondale interesting. “Clara is intelligent.” Brian stated simply, “Having experienced several season through the eyes of her three older sisters she saw it for what it was… an auction. She was never modest and knew… still knows that she is beautiful. It was a decision she made to marry well, some old fool who died soon thereafter. Now she is a Countess. She has the respect, which that title demands. She is as rich as Midas and can take as many lovers as she wishes.” “Her title and money protect her from society’s disdain, for all the scandal she knows she will embroil herself in.” Justin stated, in realisation and Brian nodded. He needed a drink, a very strong one if everyone was to survive this night. Managing to get a hold of two flutes of champagne, he headed back towards Lady Clarice who was introducing Justin to everyone whom she deemed worthy. Justin would turn his charm on for the prettiest or plainest of girls, be they young and foolish or old enough to be his grandmother. Brian handed Clarice her glass and the second glass to Justin, who turned so that their ensuing conversation would be partly hidden from everyone. “You brought me champagne? Are you courting me, My Lord? I must inform you that this particular practice usually occurs before you manage to get the Lady into your bed.” “You are not a Lady as I well know.” Brian replied quickly, surprised by Justin's chosen topic of conversation. “Well then… is there a particular reason you brought me a woman’s drink?” “Champagne is not only for women.” Brian corrected swiftly, “But if you must know champagne does encourage a certain… loss of inhibitions.” Justin’s eyebrows shot up and he glared, trying to veil his grin. “Inhibitions? I was quite certain that the person sharing your bed at the moment had no inhibitions.” he said boldly, knowing that no-one overhearing could jump to the conclusion that they were not speaking about women. “A few… which I am working on wearing down… although I must say that I find their occasional blush rather alluring.” “I know.” Justin replied, returning the flute to Brian’s hand before turning away and addressing a young lady who had been hovering nearby and asking her to dance. “Your boy is not so green that he knows not how to behave in public. I am impressed.” Alasdair spoke from behind his shoulder and Brian turned to greet him unsurprised. “I knew that I would probably find you here. After all this is the Duchess of Norfullan’s ball and your mother must make an appearance. Who better to escort her then her eligible youngest son?” Alasdair glared half-heartedly and then sighed. “I have been introduced to every suitable chit this side of Christendom. I beg you not to make this experience any worse than it already is.” “Why… if I did that I wouldn’t be me.” Brian grinned impishly. “Well at least it seems that I will not be marching down the aisle on my own this season.” Alasdair hinted lightly. “I know you are the most self-involved person in England but… and I hate to break it to you… but it is customary for your intended, your wife to be present to walk the plank by your side.” “Do not remind me. But that is not what I was referring to.” “What was?” “Your charge seems to be quite a hit with the Ladies.” Brian spun around and saw Justin spinning around happily with a different pretty girl on his arm. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, casually conversing as they waltzed. The sweet redhead on his arm batted her eyelashes and flirted to the best of her ability. “Try not to scorch the innocent maid with your glare. People may think you are jealous.” “But of whom?” Brian muttered. “Well let’s just say that that chit’s Mama will be all aflutter over what a hit her daughter was this season, having drawn the attention of such a cold hard- hearted Baron, such as yourself.” Brian turned away from the sight and decided to go in search of that strong drink. He decided that he must ingratiate himself with the rich, political and intellectual circles that were present here. An hour or so later, deciding that he could not take listening to the droning of old, fat Sir Henry any longer, even if he was a military theorist Brian took his leave. He wandered from person to person uncommitedly and tried to unobtrusively search for his boy. He was in need of some sort of incitement if he was to remain in the midst of this barely disguised meat mart. Justin felt the heat of a gaze at his back and looked up from his lively conversation with a few young girls making their come-outs and their admirers. Meeting Brian’s stare and seeing him tilt his chin subtly towards the large windows, which led into the gardens, Justin nodded his understanding. He unhurriedly extracted himself from his little cluster and made his way casually in the direction into which Brian had disappeared. Escaping into the fresh air Justin felt relief. He could never have guessed how draining it would be to be polite and charming all the time. The superficial conversations utterly void of any intellectual influence had exhausted his reserves of small talk. Walking along the paved paths through the rose gardens he wondered at the high hedges, which allowed for so many secluded niches for couples to lose themselves in. He was quite certain he could see the hem of a pale gown peeking out from under one of the bushes He consequently wondered at the stupidity of some people who would try and hide themselves in darkness when wearing such light-coloured clothing. In the moonlight they shone like beacons, attracting attention rather than repelling it. Turning a corner he felt someone grabbing his wrist and pulling him quickly ahead. Certain that it was Brian, Justin allowed himself to be led and dwelled in the exhilaration of the moonlit night, the warm hard grip on his wrist and the movement of leaves and branches swaying in the evening breeze. He was surprised and elated that it was not raining. Brian led Justin deep into Duchess Norfullan’s garden. He knew exactly where he was going. He was only hoping that he could get there before his impatience had him pushing Justin to the ground, and taking him right there lying on the wet grass. Justin noticed the sounds of their footsteps change, first from the muffled sound of feet brushing past wet grass to the hollow echoes of hard soled shoes on pavement. Suddenly Brian spun around and ducked into a small hidden alcove pulling Justin in afterward and pushing him against a wall. The air left Justin’s lungs in a rush and he barely registered his surroundings or the look on Brian’s face before his lips were taken in a deep urgent kiss. “God I hate these things.” “Kisses?” Justin asked while trying to force Brian’s mouth back down so that they could continue. “No, these frivolous parties, with silly people and idle pointless conversation.” “Then you should be glad I am here to distract you, My Lord.” Justin stated, while continuing in his efforts to distract Brian kissing along his jaw and sucking on his earlobe. Brian shivered, “You know what you do when you say that to me?” “Yes, My Lord.” And Brian let Justin pull him back and their lips met. Brian begun to touch him through his clothing, kneading and massaging his ass forcing and pressing Justin against his own crotch for stimulation until Brian heard him whimper. “Brian what are you doing? It is dangerous.” “Justin… shut up.” Brian said indulgently, before shifting his hips and pressing his knee up and thrusting up against Justin until he gasped, panting open mouthed, grasping at Brian’s lapels. Justin pulled Brian’s mouth back towards him and sucked on his tongue and nipped his lips. Justin moaned incoherently, begging as Brian hitched his thigh under the ‘V’ of Justin’s legs and pressed against his sex repeatedly until Justin began to tremble. “Brian… Brian… Brian… I need you please, God, I just… I need. Brian please I beg of you.” Justin shuddered and Brian took a step back. Both hands flat against the wall on either side of Justin’s shoulders and lent his forehead against the crook of Justin’s neck, both of them breathing heavily. Justin was leaning against the wall for support. It kept his legs from buckling as he stroked his hand through Brian’s hair while trying to calm his breathing. “Justin.” Brian pulled back and their eyes met. Brian studied Justin’s face intently searching his features for something… anything that would stop him from going through with this. Justin did not do him the courtesy of showing fear or apprehension or… anything. Brian could think of any number of potentially negative emotions that would convince him that ravishing Justin was not in his best interests. But Justin’s face showed mostly lust and relief and… lust was the overriding sensation that was evident in Justin’s gaze, that and a willingness to do whatever Brian wanted. Brian caved. Closing his eyes Brian took his mouth in one last deep, searing kiss then lent forward and put his mouth to Justin’s ear. “Go home. Do not rush. Take your time. Bid your leave to any acquaintances you might encounter whilst crossing the dance floor. I will enter first. You will follow me, once you look… like I haven't already taken you against this wall.” Justin moaned and Brian sucked his earlobe for a moment. “Brian, this does not help me.” Justin gasped trying to push him away with hands on his chest and Brian huffed his agreement and continued with his orders. “Come to me then, and I shall send you on your way, alone, in the carriage. I am too important… no, that is not quite true” Brian grimaced, “… people take too much interest in me. I am an enigma, a thing of interest and any interest I take in another is dwelled upon until something more interesting comes along… And I have no desire to send you off somewhere far away to be isolated, until any potential interest in me is replaced by some Dowagers niece eloping with the stable boy. I do not have the patience to wait now that I have made the decision to have you at any cost.” Justin whimpered, “Brian, please hurry up.” Brian smiled indulgingly and moved one of his hands to rub torturously against Justin’s cock. “So beautiful, so needy. Such impatience is unbecoming in one so bright and demure.” “Brian. I beg of you please.” Brian stepped back until he could hardly make out the features of Justin’s face, cloaked as they were in darkness. Whispering his parting shot urgently he said, “Choose the bed in which I will take you Justin… and wait for me to come to you.” Leaving Justin hopelessly useless against the back wall of the replica temple Brian strode back into the ballroom. He then asked a simpering debutant to dance to some rigorous music on which he could afterwards blame his flushed demeanour. Bowing down to his dance partner, she was already far from his mind as he found Clarice holding a cup empty of punch or something, he made his way towards her. He bowed his greeting automatically and took the cup from her hand. She curtsied and placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and they both walked towards the large tables, which held the food and drinks. “You think I did not notice that you were all hot and bothered before you asked poor Abigail Prescott to dance?” Brian glared at her, and Clara sighed and shrugged “Well at least ask me before taking some other debutante on a tour of the dance floor. Abigail is pretty and brainless enough to make a good wife to trample over but her Mama has high ambitions and is a pushy, insufferable woman, whom you’d do best to avoid like the plague. There’s no telling the lengths to which that woman will go to have her daughter paired up to a rich Husband.” “I'll take your words into advisement. Maybe I should do something improper to discourage her… and the rest of them.” “You can not do thoughtless things now, My Lord.” She smiled banally at a powdered-up dowager, “… you have a son to think of and his future reputation to consider at every moment of every day.” Brian turned and saw Justin enter through the large glass patio windows. Justin could blame the redness in his cheeks on the cold or too much champagne. It took an hour and some minutes for Justin to finally reach him. Older women found him beautiful and easy to talk to for endless amounts of time and Justin was too polite to cut them off. The young socialites found him unthreatening and a good candidate on which to practice their flirting and trick him into taking them out for a twirl round the dance floor, so that all the other older marriageable men could better admire their figures. By the time he was standing besides him Brian could barely hide his grin and Justin’s frustration was tangible. “My Lady” he bowed in front of Clarice and smiled without meaning it. “I am going back to my bed.” Brian tried to frown his displeasure for Justin had demanded and not asked to return home. Then he realised he couldn’t be displeased for he knew how much of a trial the last hour had been for the boy. Justin’s youth made it especially hard to tame his desire and what with the anticipation of what was to come, Brian was almost impressed at his control. He was even tempted to test it, lean over casually and speak into his ear, his breath making Justin shiver… but he restrained himself, he was not so cruel. Justin continued to speak, his voice low and urgent “There is absolutely nothing you can say that will convince me to stay and if you ever need me to come to one of these frivolous and…” Justin bit his lips to stop his rant, “You will need some other way of convincing… persuasion will not work. Maybe threats or blackmail.” Lady Clarice threw her head back and laughed, making quite a number of people turn to see the phenomenon. It was not often that authentic emotions were expressed in the large, prettily decorated rooms of the aristocracy. Finally, her mirth subsiding, she kissed Justin’s cheek and curtsied low, so low that not a few brows rose in surprise. But the owners of those brows smiled and forgave the low curtsey that was usually only meant for those men and women who demanded the highest shows of respect, for it was in recognition of a boy making a rich and important widow laugh. Justin blushed slightly, bowed once more and strode off. He was completely oblivious to the thinly veiled frowns of jealously from the other young men present who could not understand why a Countess of such high standing would bestow the honour of a kiss on a new comer. “Did you have to cause such a scene?” Brian forced through clenched teeth and tried to stop himself from throttling her. “Why? Were you hoping to slip away subtly and unobserved?” she threw him a knowing, sideways smile. Brian sighed and prepared to wile away an hour or two in this tedious company while a naked Justin writhed around in his own bed, waiting for him in breathless expectation. ------ The anticipation was torturing him but he was sure that Brian had known it would. All he could do was wait and he was… but he knew not exactly what it was that he was waiting for. It was his imagination that was truly to blame for his predicament. Initially he had taken all his clothes off and then crawled under the covers. Then he got hot and he decided to lay down on top of the covers. Then he worried what Brian would think if he came in and saw lying there naked… and then he decided that Brian would most likely be thrilled with the easy access and the pretty view he’d have as he took his own clothes off. Lying there, trying to stay still, there was nothing to distract Justin from how hard his sex was and how much he wanted to stroke himself and just… but he wanted to wait for Brian and he wanted… God he just wanted. Justin got up and began to pace. “You look luminescent waiting for me - your hard, heavy cock bobbing as you stride back and forth.” Justin spun around at the sound of Brian’s voice to see him leaning casually against the doorframe that separated their rooms. His cravat hanging loose from his neck and his cheeks flushed and lips stained by wine. Brian had entered the first door he had reached in the hallway too impatient to risk assuming that Justin would be in his bed rather than his own. Glancing at Justin’s empty bed he continued until he reached his own room. He had known that Justin would prefer the larger, darker more intimidating and masculine setting and Brian’s enormous four-poster bed was perfect. Justin made a move towards him. “Stop!” Justin froze. Brian made his way into the room and paused a couple paces away from him. “Go light the rest of the candles and lamps. I want to be able to see you.” Justin did as he was told but his eyes never left him as Brian began to remove his clothing. “Can I touch you?” Justin’s voice was hushed and hesitant. “You do not need my permission.” Brian smiled softly and lifted his shirt off over his head. By the time he dropped it to the ground he could feel Justin’s hands stroking over his chest. Justin began to murmur “So beautiful, My Lord. Hard muscle covered in sleek, soft skin. This freckle… here… it’s my favourite. It covers the border where olive skin becomes dusky nipple and reminds me that I must suck and lick…” These thoughts seemed to distract him or possibly it was that freckle, for Justin bowed his head and sucked and nibbled on the dark skin making Brian gasp. His hands rose of their own accord and grasped his head to his chest. Brian seemed to thread his fingers through the blond hair, using it as an anchor. Justin continued his voice low and fervent, “And this one here… where your collar bone meets your shoulder… I know that if I mark you there it makes you moan… and if I run my tongue along its edge, to your neck, up along the tendons… I must pause to give attention to your pulse… it reminds me of life and joy and desire… our desire.” It was his words as well as his actions that had Brian forcing his head up and pulling him to meet his lips. “Do not tempt me. You are playing with a fire that has been suppressed, too long and that blazes too intensely… for you. There is an urgency Justin, which you cannot begin to imagine and… I do not wish to hurt you.” Brian finally spoke, his lips barely a hairs’ breadth from Justin’s own. Brian pulled Justin’s head away from his and examined his face in the candlelight. Justin stared back openly and raised his own hand and placed it over Brian’s, which curved over the side of his face. “It will hurt you.” Brian spoke honestly. “Will it hurt you, My Lord?” Brian shivered “No,” he hesitated unsure what to feel about the fact that the boy would worry for his comfort instead of his own, “for me it will only be pleasure… but I will ensure that you…” “Brian, I trust in you. I do not require your pledges or assurances, no insurance and no… just you Brian.” Justin pressed his lips against Brian’s, “Just you and soon… please make it soon.” His lips parted and he waited while Brian decided how much to believe his words. Finally Brian closed his eyes and curved his arm around the slim shoulders and aligned their bodies while his tongue explored Justin’s lips and the inside of his mouth. Justin’s arms climbed up around his neck as he moaned his need and was boneless in Brian’s grip. Brian’s hands began to explore and massage the length of Justin’s back and finally clutched at his hips, his fingers digging into the muscles there. Pressed up against each other as they were they could feel the heat of the others cock against their hips. Any shift of muscle caused them to swing and touch, a brush of hot wet sex against sex. It made Justin moan. “Brian, do not make me wait any longer. Do you not think I have waited long enough?” Justin begged, urgently. Brian’s hands curved down over the soft milky skin of his ass and cupped its fullness. Their lips parting for just a moment he whispered, “Put your legs around me.” and Brian lifted and Justin settled his legs over his hips, hooking his ankles together. Both of them gasped as their cocks rubbed together making Justin suck even more hungrily on Brian’s tongue. Justin’s heart soared as Brian lifted him easily. He felt like flying, like light and freedom. Brian began to walk, carrying Justin until they reached the foot of his bed. Bending over, he placed him gently down and reached to pull Justin’s arms from around his neck. He placed them down above his head and took a step back to look upon this sight. Justin was laid out before him. His legs hung down spread open over the foot of the bed and his arms reached up towards the top. Brian stroked his fingertips over the line where thigh turned into crotch and made Justin shiver and his arms twitch. Brian followed that line down and down until he was pressing his thumb on the spot just under Justin’s balls. Justin moaned and his legs contracted and he had to open them, spread them wider. He moved his body up on the bed so that he was in the centre and bent his legs up until his feet were flat on the bed against his thighs to give Brian more room to explore. Brian winced and clenched his hands into fists, then sighed and began to trace his fingers along the now exposed crack where butt cheeks became the knot of flesh which Brian would be penetrating this night. Justin shivered. “Justin, you have to be sure.” Brian studied Justin’s face as he spoke and watched as his eyes flew open and glared in his direction, his fingers clutching at the sheets he had in his fists. “Brian,” Justin frustration was evident. “I have been waiting for you since last night. Now stop tormenting me and just do it.” Brian could not contain his smile but Justin’s words did encourage him to get onto his knees. Then he stood again. “Wait for me a moment.” Brian turned and headed away from his bed. Justin got onto his elbows to look after him in shock and nearly shouted out his aggravation. “I could do it myself, you know?” Justin muttered. “The things I have planned for you … you can not do yourself.” Brian came back to him and stroked his legs. “Shift up until your head is cushioned on the pillows at the top of the bed.” Justin did as he was told. He was useless for anything other than following orders. Brian placed something on the bed and then followed him until he was kneeling between his legs. “Keep your knees bent, just as they are.” Brian stroked the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Making himself comfortable Brian bent his head towards Justin’s sex. “Brian?” Brian stopped and looked up. Justin moved his hand and cupped his cheek and looked deep into his eyes. He obviously found what he was looking for. He smiled and stroked Brian’s cheek before dropping his hand and thrusting his hips up to signal his readiness. Brian curled his fingers around the base and began to stroke up and down. Bowing his head he began to lick around the head and sweep over the slit, moaning at the taste. He planned to drive Justin to distraction and hopefully distract him from the shock of the realisation of what was to come. Brian began to suck in earnest, his tongue running the length of the vein that ran up and down until it led to the base of Justin’s cock. Uncurling his fist he took Justin deep into his throat and swallowed. The rippling motion caused Justin to cry out and grab fistfuls of Brian’s hair between his fingers. Brian moaned and Justin echoed him. His hand began to weigh and tug at the heavy balls. As he felt them begin to rise Brian pulled back until the dark, hard member fell from his lips. Justin tried to push Brian’s head down again but it was pointless and he barely had the strength. He licked at his lips continuously and didn’t even take note when two fingers pressed against his lips and he began to suck at them insistently. Brian played his tongue lightly over the length in front of him. He didn’t want Justin to find release just yet. When his fingers were nice and wet he brought his hand down and as he touched the perineum he swallowed down Justin’s cock. He hummed and his fingers inched up to massage round the tight pink hole, trying to soften it. Justin arched up sharply trying to thrust more of his length down Brian’s throat. His fingers began to pull desperately on Brian’s hair, trying to force him to do what he wanted, what he needed so that he could fly. As Brian massaged his wet fingers round and round, trying to soften the muscle that guarded against his entry, Justin, open-mouthed and panting began to voice his pleasure. “Brian… Brian… Bri… Bri… God please… please.” As his release became imminent he lost coherence and Brian loved the sounds that issued forth from above him. Sounds of pleasure and need but he knew he, himself could not wait for much longer. His pace increased and Justin began to shake his head mindlessly from side to side. Lifting up he sucked on his own fingers making them wet again. Then he started playing with Justin’s slit with his tongue, which oozed with Justin’s juices, His fingers returned to work their way around Justin’s virgin hole when Justin froze with sudden awareness. Justin felt Brian’s fingers return and slowly begin to caress… an area he had never granted more than a passing thought and his mind was assaulted with realisation, with images and feelings of shock and horror, heat and wickedness. A sense of fullness as suddenly, unexpectedly Brian was swallowing down his length and breeching his opening simultaneously, pushing in unerringly until he hit a spot deep inside him which sent his senses reeling and his body spinning into violent release. Justin’s eyes stung with pleasure and his body coiled tight and shuddered as he cried out. Brian swallowed down all of Justin’s essence, keeping his eyes open and fixed on Justin’s face. He saw the shock and heat of insight rush across his features. Saw just when his finger had found that place deep and untouched and saw as Justin’s body begin to tremble, his eyelashes flutter and his mouth open in a soundless plea and moan. He watched until everything but Justin’s breathing stilled. Brian pulled back and looked down to where his finger penetrated Justin’s body and breathing became more of a hardship. Brian continued to move his finger, brushing over the gland and sending waves of after-shocks through Justin’s body. He watched as Justin’s relaxed muscles twitched, his loose fingers clenching unwillingly every time his fingertip passed over. Studying Justin’s face his eyelids finally fluttered opened. His gaze was dark and incisive. Brian raised his other hand and began to stroke over every inch of Justin’s body, the width of his hand expanded over most of Justin’s chest as he moved form his hip to his collar. Justin moaned suddenly as blood rushed back into his sexual organs and he began to fill out and harden again. Brian began to move the base of his fingers in wider circles, pulling and stretching hoping that this would make the whole experience less painful and infinitely more pleasurable “That is… that it was…this is what it is…” Justin panted breathlessly, babbling huskily, attempting to put his jumbled half-thoughts and apprehensions into words. “Yes.” Brian replied honestly. Justin opened his eyes “I can imagine how it is that people remember the hurt.” He spoke half wincing and laughing before closing his eyes and calming himself. Brian stopped still. Justin’s eyes opened again and as they watched each other intently Justin deliberately pushed back against his hand and forced Brian’s finger deeper inside himself and he gasped. Brian shut his eyes tight and tried to regroup his senses. He had been waiting for this moment and had seen it in his minds’ eye many times. And now he felt… he did not know but he knew that he needed all of himself in this moment, if he was to succeed in making this unforgettable. The hand at Justin’s collar curved round his neck and he lent forward. Their lips met and Justin’s messy urgency made Brian’s heart rate increase. He pulled back and removed his finger. Justin missed its presence but he couldn’t stop his misgivings, the slight panic, the dread. Brian picked up the small bottle of oil that he had retrieved earlier and placed it beside them on the bed. He twisted it open and dripped the slippery oil onto his fingers coating them. “Justin, look at me.” Justin jolted and wide eyes turned back towards him as his nostrils flared. Brian sighed. He was losing him to fear and what was worse is that he knew that Justin would bear through it, tolerate this act just so as not to disappoint him. His hand sufficiently slick he moved so that he was to Justin’s right. He curved his dry hand under Justin’s neck and cupping his head, turned it to look at him. Brian pressed the length of his body into Justin’s side. Justin licked his lips and then pushed himself up on his elbows to lick Brian’s. A corner of Brian’s mouth lifted and he raised his top leg so that it lay between Justin’s own. They kissed languidly and Brian stroked Justin’s sex back into full hardness. Their kisses became more urgent and Justin moved his hip against the hard length he felt against it, making Brian groan and suck Justin’s tongue deeper into his mouth. Brian teased Justin’s balls and whispered foolish, nonsensical words into his ear as he sucked on the lobe. “A Ghrá Geal, a urchóideach aingeal, a solas na gealaí sióg, póg amháin eile.” (My bright love, my wicked angel, my moonlight fairy, just one more kiss) The soft lilt of Irish words made the blood in Justin’s veins sing. Brian’s finger entered him again and he arched up to receive it. “Another one, a chuisle.” (My pulse) Justin felt the tip of another finger try and enter him and he tensed and whimpered. Brian nuzzled his neck and tried to sooth him. Justin felt cradled in warmth and protection and he relaxed and gasped out as two fingers began to stretch him out. He panted and moaned and Brian tried to distract him from the burn of entry. Brian’s attention to Justin’s prostate was thorough and Justin’s body hummed as jolts of fire rapidly burst through his senses. He could still feel the unfamiliar stretch of his muscles and he felt conflicting pain and pleasure and he wanted… he wanted something he could not understand, needed Brian closer to him. Justin’s heartbeat felt too loud as if it was the only sound in the room and he was losing himself to its rhythmic thumping. Brian could wait no longer. He was so hard and he needed… God he needed. He moved his body until he rested over Justin. Bending his legs and pulling Justin’s body towards him so that his legs spread out over Brian’s thighs until Justin could cross his ankles and rest them in the small of Brian’s back. Justin’s ass was pressed against Brian’s crotch. He could feel Brian’s hard length against him and he moaned with anticipation and need and fear. His heart palpitated and his sex throbbed with intense heat. “Justin?” Justin blinked, slowly measuring out one last time the worth of all this, the promise of impending pain and sighing he smiled his reassurances. With his legs around Brian’s hips he pulled himself up. As he threaded a hand through Brian’s hair and the other round his back, their mouths meeting, he replied to the unasked question. His tongue licked over Brian’s parted lips and he could feel the short breaths of barely contained need against his lips. He breathed them in, in turn taking something else of Brian’s into his body. It comforted him. Snaking his tongue into Brian’s receptive and unmoving mouth he explored and savored for a moment. Letting go once he felt reassured, he lent back and threaded his fingers through Brian’s, which were both clutching at his hips. “I am ready.” His voice was hushed and husky with need. Pulling one hand free from under Justin’s strong grip Brian reached for the oil once again, and began to drip it over his hard organ, gasping at the sensation of warm oil trickling down over his balls. Covering two of his fingers again he pushed inside Justin once more. Justin’s hand, the one, which wasn’t pinning Brian’s to his hip raised and began to pull at his own hair as he felt the pleasure course through him. Finding his prostate Brian spoke. “This place,” he moved his fingers and Justin bucked his hips. “It is the core of you, your heart, the root of your desire and release. You must keep your muscles loose or… the pain will be worse” Brian finished in a rush, “but once I reach this place… in you, the pain will be replaced by untold pleasure, I promise.” Justin smiled softly his eyes were already dark with desire and he could barely keep them open. He licked his lips and started breathing more heavily. His hand began to inch across his belly, over the crease where his leg met his body making himself moan, down over his balls, down to where Brian’s fingers entered him. Brian watched as Justin began to circle his own entrance, exploring and feeling where Brian breeched his body. Thinking of this invasion made Justin tighten his muscles and he could feel himself pulse – down there – and his muscles clamped down. He heard Brian react to the pressure with a groan and felt the fingers under his palm, at his hip dig into his skin. He felt the emptiness as Brian removed his fingers and a soft wet pressure replaced them. Justin’s hold of Brian’s hand tightened. As Brian kneeled up and forward, closer to him he felt the pressure increase until it was nearly unbearable. Brian entered him and remained unmoving above him, breathing deeply as he could feel the burning stretch. He could not imagine how it would feel when he was being stretched to his very core. Justin bit his lip, and clenched his fingers around Brian’s hand and kept his eyes screwed shut. Brian tried soothing him and Justin felt his tongue brush repeatedly over his lips, in comfort. Brian was surprised that Justin had not cried out from the unfamiliar pain but had stayed defiantly silent. After giving him a moment Brian began to push in with one long constant thrust. Justin began to tense and pant. “Shhhh, mo cróga gasúr.” (my brave boy) Justin whimpered then bit down on his lip harder. Brian tried to breathe his way through the sensation of entering Justin. His tightness enveloping him and driving him near mad with desire. He could barely restrain himself from quickening his thrusts, from plunging, from losing all his carefully maintained control. The sensation of being filled was the same but different from what Justin had expected. With its intimacy it seemed to reach beyond him and make Justin dizzy. The pain began to turn into pleasure and Justin’s eyes flew open in surprise. He felt this insuppressible need to constantly lick his lips until Brian decided to do it for him. Curling his arms around Brian’s neck and his legs around his waist as Brian slowly and gently nudged and thrust, barely moving but constantly stimulating. When the pain disappeared Justin moaned and tried to push his hips back, into Brian. Realizing that Justin needed more, Brian slowly started to let go of his careful control. His thrusts became longer, deeper spurned by Justin’s pleading gasps and attempts at pulling Brian deeper into him. But Justin gave up, quickly lost in his own pleasure as Brian plunged into him again and again. He tightened his legs around Brian’s waist and sucked on Brian’s tongue. “So good, Brian… s’good.” Justin’s slurred pleadings egged Brian on. Justin begged for deeper and more and his head began to shake from side to side in abandon. As if he were trying to say “no” but Brian knew that Justin did that when he began to feel that imminent burning pressure begin to gather itself deep at the core of his body. When Justin knew that soon the world would be lost to darkness and light, to being numb and feeling too much. Finally Brian felt Justin let go. His mouth stopped sucking, his legs went slack and his head fell back, his back arching sharply and Brian could only see the whites of his eyes as his lashes fluttered. He keened low and deep as his body started to shudder. Brian held him in his grip as he felt Justin start to shake and moan his pleasure. He felt Justin’s cock jerk and his release warm and wet against his abdomen. The walls of Justin’s anal walls rippled over and tightened on his cock. Thrusting deeper and harder than he had done before, seeking his own finish Brian continued to nudge Justin’s prostate and Justin cried out and gripped Brian’s hand hard in his own and dug the fingers of his other hand into Brian’s biceps. With one last driving thrust Brian fell forward and released his hot seed deep into Justin's body. He lowered himself gently, finally collapsing boneless on top of Justin’s languid body. Some minutes had passed, ten or twenty, Brian did not know. Brian had expected Justin to push his weight off him eventually, or voice displeasure at their position. What he didn’t expect was to suddenly feel fingers flutter around where his cock entered Justin’s body. He did not expect Justin to rub around his opening as if he were trying to absorb the combined fluid from their pleasure into his skin or for a finger to force itself in alongside Brian semi hard cock before Justin moaned and let his hand drop. He tried to lift himself off him assuming that Justin was hurting in some way. But Justin’s arms flew up to hold him down and his legs tightened their hold on him forcing Brian to slide deeper into him. Brian gasped and froze, Justin's eyes rolled back into his head and he arched his back. Brian felt Justin fill out and begin to harden against his hip and he groaned breathlessly and began to react. Justin could suddenly feel Brian grow inside of him and he cried out and began to move his hips down in a slow steady rocking rhythm. Their second union was slow and languid, the urgency fuelled by need, apprehension and fear having been lost sometime before the end of their last. Their mouths remained connected and their hips rocked and their hands touched and stroked constantly neither of them willing to let go of the other for even a brief moment. They murmured their appreciations and need as each of the candles began to flicker out slowly, plunging the room into a more profound darkness as they lost themselves in their world for a while. When they came the second time their cries of pleasure where swallowed and absorbed by their mouths. Justin slipped into sated blissful sleep held tight against Brian’s chest. Brian watched him then sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows that propped him up and closed his eyes.