Something More

Chapter 13

Brian's eyes slid half open, and instantly slammed shut. His skin was damp with sweat and his body felt heavy. His eyes slid open again and he groaned.

He had never been so hung over in his life.

His chest hurt.

And his ass fucking burned.

"Morning!" Came a voice so cheery that Brian scowled. He lifted his head slightly and saw Justin's eyes watching him, hair tangled and messy. His smile was soft, tired, and content. Brian smiled in spite of himself for a moment. He brought his hand up and placed it on Justin's cheek. The blond leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. Brian ran his hand down Justin's neck and to his shoulder, and then pushed the smaller boy off of him.

"Get away from me," Brian growled. Justin's mouth fell open and he looked hurt. Brian rolled his eyes and quickly amended himself. "Do you have any idea how much my ass hurts?"

"Oh," Justin replied with a giggle. "Well, roll over." Brian scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The tan skin was dotted with purple bruises that Brian had yet to notice but Justin had spent all morning feeling insanely guilty over. He had pressed several open mouthed kisses to the bruises when he knew Brian wouldn't wake up.

"Yeah right. You're never getting anywhere near my ass again. Ever." Brian replied, shaking his head for affect. Justin smiled, leaning over to kiss Brian's lips tenderly. Justin stayed within an inch of the taller boy's face, their noses touching.

"Roll over," Justin whispered again. Brian felt his hot breath on his lips, his cock responding to the sultry tone.

"No. You had your big brutal top time with my ass last night. There's no way I'm letting you fuck me again," Brian told him. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips before he added, "so soon." They kissed again, both of them keeping their eyes wide open.

"Roll over," Justin said again with more conviction, pulling on Brian's shoulder. He rolled his eyes and complied once Justin added, "I promise you won't regret it."

Brian got comfortable on his stomach and wrapped his arms around the pillow under his head. Justin smoothed his hands down Brian's smooth back, his fingertips tracing the soft bite marks he had left on his shoulder blades the previous night. He leaned down and ran his tongue over Brian's soft skin, pressing his lips against his spine wetly. He worked his way down Brian's back, massaging his tense muscles with nimble artist's fingers. Once he reached the swell of Brian's ass he felt the taller boy tense slightly, and then relax almost immediately.

Justin squeezed the small, yet impressive globes of Brian's ass, massaging them before gently pulling them apart and licking softly down his crack. Brian sighed as Justin softly ran his wet, broad tongue over the slightly inflamed hole. Justin held his cheeks apart with his thumbs, his fingers absently kneading soft flesh. He blew softly on Brian's hole, making his spit grow cold and soothing on the inflamed skin. Brian sighed deeply, spreading his legs wider.

Justin's tongue returned to Brian's hole hungrily yet softly, gently lapping and prodding. Brian groaned and lifted his head, eyes closed to concentrate on nothing but the pleasure. His mouth hung open, lips wet with spit.

Brian slid up onto his hands and knees as Justin's tongue became more eager. Justin moved to accommodate the new position, his slippery tongue never leaving the willing orifice. Justin's hands slid up Brian's thighs and onto his hips, tracing the lines of his slim hipbones. He sucked greedily on the soft folds, his cock growing harder as he tasted more and as Brian's grunts became louder and more unrestrained.

"Fuck," Brian gasped, rocking back to feed more of himself to Justin. The blonde slipped his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm, eyelids fluttering from the exquisite taste and pleasure he got from this action. "Justin," Brian grunted again, his hard cock dripping on the bed sheets below.

Justin's fingers slid lightly along Brian's dick, his forefinger sliding across the slit before pressing against it. His own cock touched his stomach as he leaned over, feasting on Brian's ass. He tasted like bitter chocolate and smelled like addiction. Justin couldn't get enough.

"Fuck Justin, I want to cum," Brian gasped, twisting the sheets in his fists. Justin's wrapped his fingers around Brian's cock and starting pumping vigorously. He was torn. He couldn't decide if he wanted Brian to cum with his tongue in Brian's ass or Brian's cock on his tongue.

In a split second decision, Justin grabbed Brian's hips and flipped him over onto his back, swallowing his cock to the root. Brian cried out, hips arching upwards as he came, flooding Justin's throat with the milky substance. The blond drank it greedily, sucking him dry. The tip of his tongue dug into his slit, making Brian's hip twitch. Justin's lips released Brian's cock with a quiet pop, and he licked his lips approvingly before looking down at Brian. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard, mouth open and lips wet. Justin leaned down and slid his tongue along Brian's bottom lip before thrusting it into his mouth. Brian sucked on the offered tongue, eager to taste himself and Justin.

The blond rolled over onto his back beside Brian, basking in the sunlight flooding through his open window. Brian appeared to be satiated, at least for the moment. Justin, on the other hand, was still rock hard. His hand traveled down his bare stomach and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself.

Brian was broken from his post orgasmic haze by Justin's grunts. He looked down, watching Justin stroke himself. The sight of the pale hand moving up and down the red shaft transfixed him. He was torn between wanting to bring Justin off himself and watching him do it. He rolled onto his side and ran his hand along Justin's stomach and over his hip, watching closely. His lips were so close to Justin's ear that the blond could feel his hot breath. Brian's eyes were dark, glued to Justin's hand pumping his dick.

"Do you know how slutty you look right now?" Brian asked in a low, throaty tone. Justin's breath hitched and he pumped faster. "Jacking off for me to see. It's hot." Brian bit down on Justin's earlobe before returning his gaze to his dick. His hand ran up Justin's chest and began tweaking his nipples, pinching and tugging hard. "Cum for me," Brian breathed into Justin's ear before sliding the tip of his tongue in it. Justin let his mouth fall open and pumped faster, unable to form words.

Brian's eyes returned to his crotch. His hand slid from his nipples and cupped Justin's balls, rolling them between his thumb and fingers. They tightened and Justin's left hip jerked before he came with a loud groan, splattering his pale stomach with paler cum. Brian smiled devilishly, feeling his cock grow hard again. He kissed Justin's temple and pressed his lips back against his ear. "Good boy."

Justin's' head turned and he caught Brian's lips with his own, the two naked bodies fusing together. They grinded against each other and made out like the horny, insatiable teens that they were. Brian pulled away, breathless. He grabbed a condom and bumped his forehead against Justin's.

"Now it's your turn to roll over."

Justin readily complied.

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An hour later, the boys were still lying in Justin's bed, passing a cigarette back and forth. Justin's leg was slung over Brian's calf, needing to keep contact. Justin was still afraid he would open his eyes and he would be all alone. He looked over at Brian as he took a drag from the cigarette. Hair was matted to his temple, sweat glistening on his tan skin.

"Brian?" Justin asked. The brunet closed his eyes as he heard the tone of his voice. He knew they were about to discuss things. They were about to have what Brian was not looking forward to, The Talk.

"Yes?" He replied, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray cleverly disguised as a soda can on Justin's nightstand before turning to face him.

"I know you don't want to talk about this, but I need to." Brian repressed the urge to sigh, and nodded slightly. "I need to know where we are, what we are. I want to know where we stand."

Brian looked into Justin's eyes with an intense gaze. His blue eyes looked so large, so hopeful, that Brian smiled softly. He brought his hand up to Justin's face, clutching the blond locks falling onto his face before sliding his large fingers along his cheek. He bit his lip, searching for something to say.

"You know by now how I feel, Justin," Brian replied, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. "I want you."

"But what do you want me to be?" Justin asked softly, placing his hand on top of Brian's. The brunet's eyes sparkled slightly.

"You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" Brian joked, sliding his hand around to Justin's waist and pulling him flush against him. The blond nodded, beaming.

"You can at least give me that much," Justin teased. Brian smirked, his tongue finding the inside of his cheek.

"I want to be with you, so…whatever that entails." Brian told him, sliding his hand up and down Justin's back.

"I want to be your boyfriend," Justin said boldly. Brian rolled his eyes at the word. Justin bit his lip and slid his fingers up into Brian's hair.

"I don't think I would make a very good boyfriend, Justin." He felt that was true, and his eyes shifted to the pillow below Justin's head.

"Well, I think you will. We could at least give it a shot," Justin replied hopefully. Brian's eyes moved back to Justin's, meeting his gaze. He stared for a moment, and then nodded.

"Fine, we can give it a shot." Justin's small smile widened into a grin and he kissed Brian deeply, wrapping his arms tighter around his lean body. After a few minutes, Brian pulled away.

"What?" Justin asked.

"What about Jake?" Brian replied, his eyes narrowing at the name. Justin looked confused for a moment.

"What about him?" Justin countered. Brian raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you two were a thing," Brian said icily. Justin's eyes widened, and then he laughed, pushing at Brian's chest.

"There's nothing between me and Jake," Justin informed him.

"Didn't look like that last night," Brian retorted.

"That was all a show for you," Justin said tactlessly. Brian pulled further back.

"A show?" The brunet replied, running his hand through his hair and sitting up. "So, you tricked me."

"What?" Justin asked, sitting up. "No, we didn't trick you." Brian looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Okay fine, we tricked you. But aren't you glad? Look what came of it. We're together now." Justin put his hand on Brian's shoulder and squeezed, smiling playfully. Brian stared at him, his gaze eventually softening.

"Fine, I'll just take it out on your ass," Brian replied, smirking.

"Is this punishment?" Justin asked. Brian nodded. "Okay then." The brunet smirked and looked down. It was then he finally noticed the bruises on his chest. His eyes widened and he ran his fingers over them.

"Fuck Justin," Brian exclaimed, looking over at him. Justin's expression was one of guilt and regret.

"I'm so sorry," Justin replied. His eyes widened and his bottom lip stuck out, making Brian laugh.

"It's okay," he replied. "You pack quite a punch for a fag." The blond rolled his eyes and pushed him playfully. Brian pushed him back, and then pushed him down onto his back on the bed, straddling his hips. Justin reached up and tickled Brian's sides hard, making the taller teen emanate what could only be called a giggle.

"Did you just giggle?" Justin asked with a grin, his hands still clutching Brian's sides. The brunet huffed indignantly.

"Fuck no," Brian replied. Justin laughed and tickled him again. Brian grabbed his hands and pinned them on the bed over his head. He kissed Justin softly and pressed his forehead against the smaller boy's.

"You did giggle," Justin said seriously, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Shut up," Brian told him, and Justin did, kissing him again.

Awhile later, Brian's head popped up and his eyes widened, scanning the room. "Justin?" Brian asked frantically. The blond raised his eyebrows sleepily. "Where the fuck is Spalding?"

"What?" Justin asked, sitting up.

"Spalding. The soccer ball. My soccer ball." Brian got out of bed and crossed the room naked. He stuck his head out the window and looked down. "Oh, it's down there." He walked into the bathroom and then out again. "Fuck, my clothes are still all wet and muddy."

"Brian…" Justin said softly, face twisted in confusion. "I thought Spalding was just a drunk thing?" Brian stopped and stared at him.

"Well, he is, I guess. But I don't know. Okay fine, I have an unhealthy relationship with an inanimate object. Do I have any clothes here?" Justin just shook his head and pointed.

"Of course, you only live here. Bottom drawer," Justin replied. Brian pulled a pair of pajama pants out and put them on. Justin sighed as his view of some very wonderful parts of Brian's anatomy was obstructed. Brian padded over to the window and lifted his leg over the side of it. "Are you seriously going to go get the ball?" Justin asked incredulously.

"Yes." And with that, Brian was out the window. Justin laughed and fell back onto the bed. "Justin!" He heard Brian call. He heaved himself off of the bed and stuck his head out of the window. "Catch." Brian threw the soccer ball up and Justin leaned out of the window and caught it. He watched Brian climb back up, the sun glistening on his muscles.

He moved out of the way and let Brian back in. The taller boy took the ball and set it down on the desk. Justin sat back down and looked Brian up and down.

"What?" Brian asked.

"Those pants look terrible on you," Justin deadpanned. "I think you should take them off." Brian laughed and kicked his pants off as he crawled back into bed.

"You know, we need to get out of bed at some point today," Brian said. Justin wrapped his arms and legs around Brian.

"Who says?" The brunet laughed and retrieved a condom from the bedside table. Justin moaned as Brian slid two fingers into his ass, without lube. Justin pressed back against Brian's fingers and then looked over his shoulder. His head dropped back onto the bed. "We can't do this Brian."

"Huh?" Brian asked, pulling away.

"That fucking ball is staring at us."

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