~*~

“Oh, fuck…yes! Harder!”

Justin gripped the sheets underneath him, squeezing them more out of frustration than actual pleasured need. This guy was… was small too much of an insult? He was trying to enjoy it, down on his hands and knees, fucking back against the wiener-sized cock, but it just wasn’t enough.

“That’s… it… just a little… harder.” His words fizzled out as Scott screamed and then froze in orgasm, his body pushed firm against Justin’s ass.

<i>Oh, hell no. This so can’t be happening to me.</i> Justin closed his eyes and shifted, lowering himself onto his stomach as Scott pulled out and moved over to discard the used condom. God, he was still hard and aching, Scott was done and his cock hadn’t even been touched. He’d been waiting, hoping for a reach-around… something, but Scott ended up being a selfish prick that only wanted his ass, and was now already looking for his jeans. This is why he didn’t fuck strangers. It never ended well and now he’d have to lie about what a good time he had and wait for Scott to leave so he could jerk himself off. Stupid idiot didn’t even realize he hadn’t come. 

“So, can I call you?”

Justin blinked. Okay, this guy was stupid and unbelievable. He slid off the bed and grabbed a pair of sweats from his top dresser drawer, sliding into them quickly. “Look, I don’t want to sound like an asshole, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea. I’m really not looking for anything more than one night, okay?”

Scott shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah, sure. No problem. Just thought I’d ask, you know? Be polite…”

Oh yeah, time for tiny-dick to go. Justin edged his way toward the bedroom door, letting Scott go first and then followed him out into the living room… right where Brian was sitting. 

“Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were home,” Justin said, shamelessly pushing his arm around Scott’s waist.

“Obviously,” Brian snapped, looking Scott over from head to toe, then casually turned his attention back toward the television.

Justin grinned to himself and walked Scott to the door, stopping before he stepped into the hallway. “I had a real good time,” he lied, leaning in, capturing Scott’s lips, more for Brian’s benefit than for his own. The guy couldn’t fuck, but at least he had full, poutable kiss-me lips. That was something at least.

Scott left and Justin eased his way back into the living room, sprawling on the opposite end of the couch, attempting to hide the semi hard-on he was still sporting beneath the thin sweatpants. He casually rubbed his hand once down the length, shifting in his seat until he caught Brian’s eyes focused on him. 

“So how was your night?” Justin asked, low and breathy in his best bedroom voice.

“It was alright,” he answered, obviously irritated. Brian took the remote in hand and flipped through the channels until he found a low-budget, eyesore, ‘worse than your grandma’s home movies’ porn flick. He tossed the remote onto the end table and sat back further into the cushion. 

Justin looked from Brian to the TV and then down to the tent that was beginning to pitch a bit higher. You’d think the overexerted fake moans being heard over the horrible seventies music would be enough to deflate him, but they only proved to make it worse. Oh, this was bad. Brian and bad porn. He sat up, trying to cover himself discreetly by cupping his hands in his lap. 

A few seconds later, he decided he’d gone to too much trouble to blow this. “Too bad about your night. Guess if you’d met a stallion like Scott…”

Brian’s neck snapped sideways and Justin almost could have imagined a growl rumbling from his chest. “I warned you about that loser. You wanna act like a cheap, fucking twat, that’s your business.”

Justin turned on him. “What Brian, are you jealous? You mad because you’ve got some competition?!” He snickered and shook his head. “Wow, I think I finally found the first guy in Pittsburgh you haven’t fucked! I doubt he’s gotten too far, if you hurry, you might be able to catch him.”

“Why?” Brian murmured, moving with lightening speed over to Justin’s side of the couch. “When there’s a ripe, rent boy for hire right here.” He unexpectedly pressed against Justin’s lips and plunged, deep and hard, forcing his tongue inside. 

Justin was about to resist, to fight back because he really was pissed at Brian, or at least his mind kept telling him he was, but Brian’s mouth was on his, his tongue doing this wonderful thing, making his body completely disagree with the whole being mad idea. Especially when he heard that sound. Brian was moaning a low, deep rumble of pleasure while he kissed him. Not a best friend kind of kiss, either. Not even the same as the ones they’d shared at the club the week before… but a real, true, ‘I want to taste every inch of you’ kind of kiss he’d only fantasized a million times about. 

And then there was a hand. A hand tweaking a bare nipple and Justin had forgotten he was shirtless until his body started responding, goose bumps pebbling his chest and arms as Brian continued playing with not only one, but both his nipples. Oh holy Jesus! His body uncontrollably arched forward and a desperate moan was pulled from his lips. 

They were still kissing, rough and harsh, but it was the most intimate thing Justin could imagine. This is what he’d wanted. This is what he’d thought about every time he thought of Brian. Watching Brian with Michael, Brian with Ethan… Brian with every other person that wasn’t him, didn’t matter because now Brian was acting like he was the most desirable person in the world. 

Justin was panting, gasping for breath when Brian pulled off enough to gaze hungrily down the length of his body. He saw everything in slow motion as Brian’s hand traveled down, brushing across his abs, teasing the trail of hair just south of his exposed navel and then finally as it cupped his erection through the material of his pants. 

The voice was soft, too soft and luring for the next thing out of his mouth.  “You want me to fuck you?”

Justin couldn’t help it.  It was out before he could think about what he was saying.  “Yes,” he whispered, his voice soft and unsure, completely void of the confidence he’d shown earlier. 

Brian bit his lip and let his gaze rest on Justin’s mouth.  ““So, do I pay you now… or after.”

Justin froze, his entire body tensing under Brian’s. With as much force as he could, he shoved, knocking Brian backward onto the floor, flat on his ass.

“What the fuck!?”

Brian’s eyes narrowed, taunting. “You wanna act like a whore Justin?! That's how people will treat you!”

Justin stood up, stepping over the other man and stormed toward his room. “Fuck you, Brian!” Slamming the door behind him, he threw himself on his bed and curled the blanket around his body. Yet the fool again.