somebody pinch me

Entering the loft, Brian pauses as he senses the change immediately. “What happened?” He asks: the dread evident in his voice. Forcing a smile, Justin shakes his head, “Nothing. Why?” Putting his coat away, Brian eyes his boyfriend suspiciously. “You look like something is wrong.” Smile still plastered on, Justin shrugs, “Nope. Not me.” Just then the phone rings, and Justin knows it’s his mother. Hurrying to the phone, Brian answers it before Justin can reach the receiver. “Hello?” Smirking, he greets, “Ah, hello Mother Taylor,” and Justin can’t help but roll his eyes as he walks away and into the bedroom. Of course Brian would find out that Justin was having headaches. And now, of course, Brian will have to worry. He’d never admit it, of course. But Brian worried often about his non-conventional boyfriend. Fuck. Hating the fact that Brian is now going to worry, Justin decides to play his safe card and quickly gets undressed. A naked Justin was a much easier distraction than a clothed one. Lying down on the bed, Justin closes his eyes, listening to his lover’s voice echoing off the walls in the loft. It sounds louder than usual, though Brian’s voice hasn’t changed. And though it seems to reverberate deeper, it still provides the blond with the same comfort as always. The little boy stares in shock. He and his friends don’t move for a moment as they stand there: watching. He can feel his tears threatening to fall as his friend tries to get up, only to fall once again. Suddenly, the tears disappear and all the child is left with is rage. Sensing Brian entering the bedroom, Justin quickly opens his eyes, shaking the bizarre feeling off by reminding himself that he is about to seduce his partner. Stopping, Brian smirks, knowing exactly what his lover is doing. With an innocent smile, Justin crawls over to the edge of the bed and sits up on his knees, “Hi.” Opening his mouth to speak, Brian’s lips curve upward and he begins to walk towards his partner. “This is a nice distraction.” Reaching his favorite destination, he reaches behind his lover and cups Justin’s ass into hands, pulling his lover closer against his clothed frame. Justin smiles as he wraps his arms around Brian’s shoulders and pulls him down onto the bed with him. “I think you might be a bit overdressed,” he comments with a smirk. Straddling his lover, Brian pulls off his tie and starts to slowly unbutton his shirt. Licking his lips with anticipation, Justin is convinced he can hear not only his own heart beating, but Brian’s as well. Staring deep into his lover’s eyes, he is sure as anything that he can see and feel everything going behind those hazel eyes. Justin can feel the love, the trust, the inner struggle that Brian tries to hide when the love becomes too overwhelming… Reaching up, Justin smiles and touches his lover’s cheek, nearly gasping when he feels the electricity. Searching Brian’s eyes once more, he wonders why he ever doubted his partner’s love before. And why now he could feel the intensity of that love. Leaning down, Brian’s lips slowly graze against Justin’s, and he smiles to hear the blond gasp and then moan. “Fuck me.” Undressing quickly, Brian grabs the lube and a condom before flipping his lover onto his stomach. Kissing Justin’s bare back, he can’t help but trail his tongue down his lover’s spine, licking the blond’s ass and stabbing his tongue between the fleshy mounds. “Fuck….” Justin groans, “Fuck me, Brian… just fuck me already….” Wetting his fingers with the lube, Brian slowly prepares his lover’s puckered hole, listening to the soft moans and mews escaping his partner’s lips. “I’m ready…” Justin whispers, wanting to feel his lover’s cock push deep inside of him. Sheathing his achingly hard cock, Brian presses the tip against Justin’s awaiting hole. Slowly, he watches his dick push its way inside of his lover. Groaning, he knows he’s not only torturing Justin by the deliberate slowness, but himself as well. “Mmmm,” Justin pushes his hips back, wanting more. Obliging, Brian arches his head back, moaning Justin’s name as his slowly pushes deeper inside of his lover, stopping when he’s balls deep before barely pulling out only to sink back deeper into the tight warmth. “Fuck, yeeees….” Justin tries to remind himself the breath. The feeling is almost too intense. Tightening his fingers against the sheets, he moans: the heat and electricity nearly blinding him. Shutting his eyes, he moans again, “Briiiaaaannnn…” He felt so different and this felt so good. It no longer felt weird. No. This is a very good feeling indeed. He moans again, unable to express any words though he’s pretty sure some mono-syllabic vowels and consonants were being emitted by him. And then suddenly he murmurs, “mehr.” Eyes shooting open, Justin realizes that he spoke in another language. Though he isn’t sure what that language is. Hands on his hips, Justin erases his thoughts away and continues to enjoy the ride. “Fuck yes…” he sighs, closing his eyes once again. “Ja…” what?! He suddenly realizes that he’s speaking in Chinese. What the fuck?! Shaking the thought away, he tries to focus on Brian’s cock, and his Brian’s hands reaching around to stroke his own hard shaft. “Brian…. I love you…” he moans, cumming onto his lover’s hand as he feels Brian tensing and then cumming hard as well. Pulling out, Brian falls onto the side of the bed beside his lover and exhales slowly. Justin smiles, hoping that Brian has forgotten about the headaches he’s sure his mother told him about. The light reflects off the night table and illuminates beautifully against Brian’s bare arms. Justin sighs in awe. The afterglow of lovemaking was always so tranquil. Resting his head against his lover’s heart, he listens to the steady beats pump. “Taim i' ngra leat.” The tension suddenly returns as Brian frowns. “What?” “Um,” lifting his head up, he tries not to look as surprised as he really it. “It’s Irish…” Brian blinks slowly and Justin isn’t sure what his lover is thinking about. “It means ‘I love you.’” Justin says slowly. “I know what it means,” Brian replies. Grinning sheepishly, Justin lies, “I went to a website.. .They have ‘I love you’ in all different languages…” he’s sure that must be true. Brian nods his head, but Justin can tell that Brian knows he is lying. Thankfully, he doesn’t dwell on it. “You okay?” He asks. Nodding his head, Justin forces a smile, “My mom likes to worry. The headaches are probably because of the climate change from California to here.” “It’s been over a week.” “Yeah, well, but then it rained here… and… I dunno.” He gives up. Tracing his fingertips across Brian’s chest, he speaks slowly, “I’m okay, Brian. I’ve just been feeling a little off recently…” “Are you getting sick?” Brian asks, combing his lover’s blond locks with his long fingers. Shrugging, Justin lies back down, his head resting against the comforting sound of Brian’s heart. “I don’t know.” “It’s just headaches.” “No…” he hesitates. “What else?” Brian asks, wishing he could see Justin’s face. “I don’t know.” Brian is silent for a moment. Then asks, “Why the fuck not?” Chuckling, Justin lifts his head up to meet his lover’s gaze. “Because I don’t know. It’s just a weird feeling, that’s all.” “With headaches?” “Sometimes.” Leaning back down, Justin closes his eyes. “I start to see things… like a memory, but I don’t remember any of it… I don’t even know where I am in these scenes, or if it’s even me. It’s mostly bizarre feelings and I dunno… everything just seems louder and brighter and more intense.” Brian frowns. It sounds serious, but he wasn’t going to share that with his lover. “Maybe you should call the doctor.” Shrugging, Justin agrees, “Maybe.” But he knows the doctor will tell him that he’s fine.