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Brian was barely able to toss a couple of green bills in the direction of the cab driver, who mumbled and groaned even as he took the offered cash, before Justin was clumsily pulling him from the car.
As they hurried up the two flights of stairs to their apartment, Justin leaned on him, burying kisses along Brian’s neck and collarbone, while Brian’s arm held tight to Justin’s waist. When he fumbled with the key to unlock the door, he felt hands sliding over his hips, roaming forward to rub his cock through his jeans. Justin was back to humping again, this time grinding himself against Brian’s backside with his erection pushed firmly against his ass.
Brian finally opened the door and moved them both inside before their neighbors got an eyeful and a free show. He swung them around and pressed Justin up against the wall, pinning his arms behind him, using the weight of Justin’s body to keep them there.
“Shouldn’t we sober you up a bit? Wouldn’t want you passing out on me.”
Justin raised his chin, exposing his neck to Brian’s lips, urging him closer with a whimper. “No, please… I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Brian exhaled. Not able to resist, he latched on and began to suck along the stretched neckline, pulling the blood up just below the surface as he ground his hips into Justin’s. He felt Justin struggling to free his arms but Brian kept a firm hold and pushed him harder into the wall. He licked the red welt he’d made and quickly turned his head to capture Justin’s mouth in a heated kiss.
“You’ve had me so worked up all night, you’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the table and fuck you in the bar.”
Justin hissed and kissed him again. “I would have let you.”
Brian was losing control and he still wasn’t convinced Justin was in the right state of mind to even know what they were doing. This wasn’t Mikey and one of their Saturday night fucks because they were bored. This wasn’t just some random guy he could pretend not to know tomorrow. They were best friends, and in the morning, when all was said and done, Justin would probably hate him for this. But for right now, his body was buzzing and the thought of how fucking hot they would be together was making him hornier than hell.
He finally let Justin’s hands go, where they immediately wrapped around his waist and then he met the intoxicating blue eyes. Brian studied him with the most serious look he could manage. “Are you sure, Justin? We do this, that’s it. No turning back.”
Justin stared back, his eyes glassed over, but the hungry intent in them was completely clear. “Don’t wanna stop.”
Brian nodded and slowly began working his hands beneath Justin’s shirt. When Justin’s breathing quickened at his touch, he smiled and let his fingers trail a line from the bottom of Justin’s stomach, up to his nipples, touching and teasing them into tiny peaks. Pulling the shirt all the way up, Brian dropped his head, fastening on one sensitive nipple, first licking then biting and then moved to the other, pulling lightly with his teeth as he licked and nipped, hearing loud moans of approval from above him.
With the needy sounds of pleasure driving him crazy, he urged Justin to turn around and quickly pushed him against the door with his own body cradled against his back. Brian’s hands slid around and began working the button of Justin’s jeans, spreading the denim material in a matter of seconds. His hands pushed inside, easing his pants down until they were bunched around Justin’s knees, baring his naked ass. His arms traveled upward, gripping Justin’s wrists, spreading them above him against the door. “Is this what you want, Justin?”
Before letting him answer, he rested his lips against Justin’s ear, teasing breaths down his neck as he pushed against him, letting Justin feel how hard he was for him. “You want me to fuck you?”
He moaned and nodded as Brian lifted his shirt over his head, letting it land on the floor beside them. His fingers traveled down the length of Justin’s arms and kissed a path down his spine, feeling goose bumps scattered across his skin. “I will, Sunshine. But not yet.”
Justin’s back arched when Brian’s warm lips reached the curve of his lower back. On his knees, he spread the flesh between his fingers, sliding his tongue down the cleft of Justin’s ass and then continued further to probe the puckered hole. Justin’s fingers clenched while he worked hard to keep his hands above him, right where Brian had left them. “Fuck, Brian.”
Brian’s tongue dipped deeper, thrusting and wriggling inside, working Justin up enough to have him begging to be fucked. He let go with one hand and slid it between Justin’s legs, carefully massaging his scrotum, purposely ignoring his cock. There’d be plenty of time to explore that area when he was done. He continued rimming him, until Justin began to thrust back, trying to fuck himself on Brian’s tongue. Brian eased back and pulled his mouth away, causing a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t about to let things end that quickly.
“Turn around, Justin.”
He reached out and wrapped his fingers tightly around Justin’s hips, helping him twist around. Once they were facing each other, he glanced up into the eyes staring down at him.
“Please,” Justin begged, threading his fingers through Brian’s hair, trying to pull his head forward. “Please, Brian, just… oh God...”
Licking his lips, he wrapped his hand around the base of Justin’s cock and took the head into his mouth, putting pressure on it as he slid his tongue in large circles across the tip. His free hand slid around, and gave Justin’s ass a squeeze before firmly kneading the flesh, clenching and unclenching as he continued to suck his cock. Brian’s tongue explored around the ridge of the head and dipped inside the slit, lapping at the fluid easing out, several drops at a time. He moaned as he swallowed, tasting Justin for the first time.
He felt Justin’s hands over top of his and he heard his breath hitch, followed by a steady moan as Brian licked down the underside and then engulfed him again. Justin’s grip on his hands tightened and he began rocking his hips, encouraging his cock each time to slide a little deeper inside his mouth. With a wicked smile, Brian pulled away, quickly rising up to latch onto Justin’s lips.
“So close,” Justin complained, licking the taste of himself away from his lips.
“Just getting a bit more comfortable.”
He urged Justin to step out of his clothes, which were still balled up around his ankles, and then kissed him again before leading him to the couch. Justin sat back, watching Brian toss his jacket onto the floor. He waited in anticipation; his eyes glued as Brian fumbled with his belt and then shimmied out of his jeans, followed by his shirt before throwing it onto the floor beside them.
Brian was standing there, naked in front of him and it was better than he could have imagined. Justin reached up, pulling him closer and wrapped his hand around Brian’s cock, stroking it in long, slow movements.
His lips moved closer and he began to lick greedily, with the base of Brian’s cock held tightly in his hand as his tongue focused on nothing but pleasuring the head. He slid his hand down, letting go of Brian’s cock to fondle his balls, while taking the entire length as far back in his throat as he could manage. Justin’s mind was spinning, somewhere between the feeling that this was some alcohol induced fantasy he’d wake up from once he was sober or the better, slightly tempting thought that he was actually sucking Brian’s dick. He chose to believe the later of the two when Brian moaned above him and began rocking his hips, sliding slowly in and out of his mouth.
“So warm,” Brian hissed, gripping Justin’s shoulder tightly with one hand while firmly holding onto the back of the sofa with the other. “Fucking hell, Justin. Could fuck your mouth forever.”
Justin swallowed just a little deeper, humming against Brian’s skin, letting the vibration carry from the tip of his cock to the base. While his one hand switched back and forth between massaging Brian’s balls and rubbing the area of skin slightly further back, just above his hole, his other hand worked its way down his own body to stroke his neglected erection. He managed two or three pulls, helped by the small amount of fluid seeping down his shaft before he stopped, afraid he’d come before they’d even fucked. Justin let out moan after moan as he sucked vigorously, trying to pull Brian’s orgasm from him, wanting to taste the flavor he’d been deprived of for far too long.
“Got a better idea,” Brian said breathlessly, easing himself away from Justin’s grasp. Even as Justin complained and tried to stop him, he stood up from the couch and urged Justin to lie down. Brian turned his body before quickly climbing on, straddling Justin’s waist backward. He leaned over, bracing his hands on either side of Justin’s legs until his ass was in the air and his mouth was hovering over top of a very hard and purple erection. “Much better.”
He felt Justin’s hands wrap around his cock and then came the suction as he was engulfed again between those soft, warm lips. He swallowed a deep moan and then took Justin’s cock to the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly when Justin’s hips began rising off the couch, thrusting upward in small, controlled movements.
The sounds between them grew louder, breathless moans and sighs as they urgently pleasured each other. Brian tried to set the pace, wanting it to last, taking long, slow pulls from top to bottom, scraping subtly with his teeth each time he worked his way back up. Justin followed, mimicking his technique, but using more tongue than teeth down one side and up the other. They worked each other for some time, both taking into account every movement, every twist or lick that brought out a moan from the other.
Finally, when he couldn’t stand it, when the sensation got to be too much and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, Brian pulled away.
“Fuck,” Justin exclaimed, licking his lips of Brian’s taste, as he watched Brian digging through the pockets of his leather coat.
Brian came back, settling his weight between Justin’s legs, letting his lips drop for a full, deep kiss. Tongues played and flavors mingled while they began to unconsciously rub, their cocks sliding together leaving a slippery trail of wetness between them.
“Almost came, Justin. Would’ve lost it right then, but that’s not what you want, right?”
Justin’s mouth opened, a deep breath escaping his lips as he shook his head. As much as he wanted to swallow Brian down, there was something he wanted more. “You know what I want.”
Brian nodded and then sat up onto his knees, ripping open the condom package. “Roll over,” he directed, giving Justin room to turn underneath him. Justin obeyed and rolled onto his stomach, pushing a pillow down under his hips. When he closed his eyes for just a moment, he realized he’d sobered quite a bit when the room didn’t spin around him. He wiggled and shuddered when his cock ground against the pillow, giving just enough friction to help the steady ache. Brian’s hands began to roam, rubbing firmly over his ass, squeezing and caressing before sliding outward to rest on his hips.
Brian’s voice was low and sultry when he said, “Raise up, onto your knees.”
Justin rose up, hoisted his ass in the air with his head on the couch and pushed the pillow that had been under him forward to rest between his head and the arm of the sofa. Brian leaned down, with his whole body pressed against Justin’s back and slid his hands down Justin’s arms. “I want you to talk to me while I’m fucking you, tell me how you like it, what you want.”
Justin’s cock twitched in excitement and he nodded against the pillow as he felt Brian’s lips kissing a trail back down his back. The weight was gone and he heard the sound of a flip-top before Brian’s hands were on his ass, his thumbs pressing inward, exploring the crevice between Justin’s cheeks. He felt the side of Brian’s hand nuzzling between them, rubbing slowly inside his crack, slicked with lube until finally, one finger eased inside. Justin clenched the pillow between his hands and arched his back as Brian stretched him, enjoying the feel when two, three and then four fingers entered him and began to move.
Even as he worked to prepare him, sliding in, twisting and scissoring, sliding back slightly and repeating it again, Brian’s breath was coming in fast pants, his chest rising and falling with anticipation of fucking Justin. When Justin began to moan steadily, pushing back and clenching around his fingers, Brian pulled out and gripped his cock. He pumped it a couple of times and then knelt forward, lining up with Justin’s hole. He gripped Justin’s hip with the other hand and pushed, easing the head of his cock through the tight opening. He heard Justin’s breath hitch so he stopped, placing his now free hand on the other side of his hip. “Alright?”
All he received was a nod and it was encouragement enough to continue. “Gonna slide in nice and slow, wanna feel you when I push in.”
Another nod and he could swear Justin had stopped breathing altogether. Brian closed his eyes, squeezed his fingers into Justin’s skin and pushed inch by inch slowly through the ring of muscle trying to keep him out. Finally, almost fully encased, the muscle relaxed around him letting him slide all the way in. “So tight,” he moaned, sliding his lips along Justin’s back.
He prepared to pull back, but Justin stopped him. “Hold on. Just wanna…” He felt Brian move oh so subtly and bit his lip to keep from an embarrassing squeal. “Just wanna feel you.”
“Gonna feel me plenty here in a minute.”
Justin smiled into the pillow and nodded.
Brian pulled back, easing out until only his head was inside and then slammed back in harder.
“Oh, fuck!” Justin screamed, turning into a low groan.
Brian chuckled and pulled out again slowly. “Couldn’t help it.”
Justin closed his eyes and tried to urge his cock to hold on a little longer as Brian pushed back in, slower this time. He could already feel the pressure in his balls and he knew one more move like that would have him coming. God, just having Brian inside him was enough to do that.
Brian stopped when he was embedded all the way, and leaned his body down against Justin’s backside, kissing the back of his shoulder. “So when you thought about us fucking, is this what you thought it’d be like?”
Justin bit back a moan, but exhaled slowly. “Sometimes.” He took in another sharp breath and said, “Mostly, but other times, it’d be different.”
Brian nipped at the skin between his teeth. “Different how?” He pulled his hips back, easing out just an inch or two and then slid back in, pushing forward against Justin’s ass as hard as he could.
“Mmm,” Justin whimpered, arching again. “Sometimes, I’d ride you. Kneel down on your cock and just fuck you while you laid there.”
“Uh-huh?” Brian whispered, still fucking slowly, an inch at a time.
“Or…” Justin started thrusting, fucking back against Brian, “I’d fuck you.” He felt Brian’s hand slide around his stomach, over his navel and then down to grip his cock.
“Well, Sunshine... if you play your cards right…”
Justin moaned as Brian began to slowly stroke his cock. “But I didn’t…” another moan when he felt the thumb graze over his slit, “think you’d ever do that.”
“No?” Brian leaned down, resting his forehead against Justin’s back. His hand was working in time with each thrust of his hips, barely able to keep them slow and shallow, ready to dive in and fuck Justin senseless. “You’re right. I wouldn’t bottom for just anyone.”
Justin groaned.
Brian grit his teeth. “Next time, I’ll tell you about some of the things I’ve imagined doing to you.”
“Oh, God, Brian.”
“Can I fuck you now?”
“Like you even need to ask,” he growled, slamming back onto Brian’s cock, urging him to start fucking faster.
“Better hold on.”
Brian rose and grabbed Justin’s hips tightly, letting go of his cock. “Touch yourself. I need both hands to do this right,” he growled.
Justin’s hand flew underneath him, sliding around to fist his cock, the other still wrapped around the pillow, strangling it between his fingers.
Brian shoved in, hard, pulling Justin’s hips back at the same time to meet his thrust. He pushed forward, changed the angle just a bit, pulled out and then slammed back in, hearing Justin’s cry and knowing he’d hit the right spot.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Wanna hear you scream.”
“Fuck!” Justin’s voice carried through the apartment, and he vaguely humored the possibility that the neighbors could hear them. His hand sped up, urgently stripping his cock, fucking his closed fist as Brian pounded into him.
“That’s right, fuck back on me! Use my cock, Justin!”
Justin swallowed another scream and arched his back as high as he could, his legs threatening to give out from the intensity of Brian’s hips rocking against him. His body began to shake and he roared into the pillow as he let it go and his cock began to spurt, leaving the couch cushion soaked beneath him. His ass clenched uncontrollably with his orgasm, gripping Brian’s cock and then unclenching just as quick, massaging him in rapid bursts.
Brian thrust in one last time as he came, using enough force to push Justin down off his knees and flat onto the sofa. They lay still finally, for just a few minutes, both sated and happily exhausted at the same time. “Need to get this thing off me.”
Justin nodded, already sorry when he felt Brian slip out of his body to get rid of the used condom. Brian lifted himself up and made his way to the bathroom, glancing back once to look at Justin’s body stretched out across the sofa.
He discarded the rubber, tied it off and threw it into the trashcan and then leaned over the toilet, waiting to fully soften so he could pee. With one hand holding him against the wall, the other holding his cock, he closed his eyes and tried not to think of what he’d just done. As incredible as it had been, as much as his cock was begging to go back and do it again, he felt like a complete ass. Even though the voice in his head had screamed for him not to, he’d just fucked his best friend.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?”
He shook his head, finished what he was doing and then went back to the living room. Justin was snoring softly, still laying stomach down where Brian had left him, and looking completely debauched even as he slept. Deciding to finish what the rest of this night had become, Brian ignored the voice again and climbed in behind, spooning up against him as Justin turned on his side facing the room. He wrapped his arm around him and nuzzled down into his neck. “Justin?”
He heard a mumbled reply and Justin gripped his arm, trying to pull him closer. He realized there wasn’t going to be any waking him, so he laid there, listening to the calm breathing with a world’s full of confusion swimming around his head.
“I know what you want, Justin. I’ve known it for a long time.” He pulled his hand back and began nervously stroking lightly up and down Justin’s arm. “I tried my hardest to be a fucking ass, to make you not want me. Christ, Justin, I fucked your date and you still forgave me! What else could I have done, huh? Didn’t want to piss you off like I did, but I saw where all this was leading. Was getting harder and harder to resist.” He chuckled, a half insane type laugh. “Guess tonight proved that, didn’t it?”
He bent his knee, sliding it forward between Justin’s legs, taking comfort in the warmth pressing against the front of his body. “But it can’t happen. This thing with us… it’s wrong. It couldn’t be what you want.” He stopped for a moment, trying to figure out just the right way to say what he was thinking. To tell sleeping Justin just what he felt. Finally, he sighed and rose up onto his elbow, looking down at Justin’s peaceful expression. “You know me, Justin. Hell, probably better than I do and you know I’m not exactly famous for keeping my dick to myself. If it was just a fuck, it’d be one thing, but I know that’s not what you’re looking for. I just know how I am… and the last thing I wanna do is hurt you. I don’t know if I could change. I care about you, Justin, but what if I couldn’t be what you want and I made a fucking mess of things? What then?”
Brian tensed when Justin moved, pushing his ass back further, rubbing against Brian at the same time. “You’re not helping the situation here.” He reached between them, readjusted himself and then forced his body and brain back to his other train of thought.
“All I’m saying is that I don’t wanna lose you and I think this is a really fucked up thing we did.” He breathed in Justin’s scent, mixed with the smell of sex and sweat, and then exhaled. “So tomorrow, when we wake up… well, I just wanted to say sorry now, okay?”
He closed his eyes, laid his head back down and curled himself around Justin, trying to forget about everything except how incredible the night had been.