Something More

Chapter 15

"When are you two going to get married?" Emmett asked, inhaling deeply on the joint between his fingers. Brian scoffed, but pulled Justin tighter against him, wrapping his jacket around the shivering blond as the night air assaulted them in cool gusts.

"We have set a date yet, but expect your announcement in the mail," Brian replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Justin laughed softly as he looked up at the sky, his blue eyes reflecting the wisdom of someone who, at sixteen, had grown up too fast. Brian's eyes reflected the same knowing quality, with just a hint of cynicism.

"Brr," Justin said. "It's so cold." Brian rolled his eyes. Justin was always cold. They were camping, for no other reason than to drink and get stoned away from their parents. He slid his warm hands under Justin's shirt and the blond sighed contentedly.

"Okay, whatever guys," Michael laughed, taking the joint from Emmett's long fingers. He took a deep drag, holding the smoke in as he unknowingly let the future tumble from his lips. "It's only a matter of time."

"Whatever you say," Justin sang, smirking as he buried his face in Brian's chest, resisting the urge to kiss it just because it was there.

He was always resisting the urge to kiss him.

"That's what we say," Michael and Emmett said in unison. Brian shut his eyes and wondered, for a tiny brief moment, if they were right.

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Dance, dance

We're falling apart to half time

Michael and Ben made their way through the crowd, all sweaty bodies and graceful hips, gyrating to the thumpa thumpa that would long outlive them. Michael couldn't believe it when Emmett had called them.

He was frantic, screeching over the loud music. The statement still rang in his ears.

"Michael, they finally stopped being stupid."

He couldn't wait to see for himself. He spotted Emmett and another blond, leaning against the bar. Michael and Ben stopped in front of him, and Emmett kissed them both on the cheek.

"Where is the happy couple?" Michael asked with a grin. Emmett smirked and gestured down the bar, sloshing his pink drink around in his glass. All three boys looked over to see the tangle of lips and limbs that was Brian and Justin.

Brian had Justin pinned against the bar, lips fused to his. His arms encircled the blond, lifting him to his tip toes. Justin's hands were under Brian's tee shirt, his thigh pressed between Brian's legs.

"Oh wow," Ben laughed. "How long have they been doing that?"

"Oh since we got here, for sure. I'm surprised they haven't exploded," Emmett replied. "This is Jake, by the way. My own little slice of heaven." Jake blushed and shook their hands. Michael raised his eyebrow at Emmett, smirking.

"Hey," Jake said. Michael nodded and looked back over at Brian and Justin.

"That's unbelievable," Michael said, still smiling. Emmett scoffed and looked over at them as well. Justin was sitting on the bar now, his legs wrapped firmly around Brian's waist. The blond had his shirt pushed up to his shoulders, pale skin turned blue by the light.

"No it isn't," Emmett responded. "We all knew it was just going to happen sooner or later. The only people that couldn't see they were in love was them."

"I know," Michael said, leaning against Ben. "It's just…so awesome that it finally happened."

"Agreed," Emmett replied with a smile. He looked at his companions and then at the dance floor, vibrating with life. Ted made his way through the crowd and greeted them. After he had been introduced to Jake, his gaze was directed to the new couple. His eyes widened and he smiled.

"It's about fucking time."

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Turn off the lights

And turn off the shyness

Brian felt Justin's hard cock against his stomach as he attached his lips to Justin's neck, sucking until there was a mark that would last for days. His large hands cupped Justin's ass, kneading it with his fingers.

Justin licked his lips, feeling how swollen they were. His entire body tingled and burned, aching with desire for something more than lips on skin.

He wanted skin on skin, sweat and penetration.

He opened his eyes, blinking owlishly against the strobe lights and glittery bodies. He was so far gone, high on lust and relief, happiness and Brian's touch.

He looked over, seeing his friends talking a few feet down. He tried to form words but his swollen lips wouldn't move. It felt like Brian had swallowed his tongue. He bit his boyfriend's ear as he took a deep breath, trying to regain the composure he had lost when Brian had pressed him against the bar and whispered "kiss me" in his ear.

"Brian," he said, nipping his ear harder. "Everyone is here."

"Less talking, more grinding," Brian replied huskily, pulling on Justin's hips to try to get him to continue a motion he didn't even realize he had been doing. Justin laughed and pulled his head up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Brian sighed happily into his mouth, sliding his hands down his sides.

"Come on," Justin told him as he hopped off of the bar. He took Brian's hand and pulled him over to the small group of people. "Hey guys."

"Hey Justin," Michael replied, a knowing smirk playing across his lips. He looked over at Ted and Emmett, and the three of them took a deep breath.

"Told you so!" They shouted in unison, pointing at them. Brian rolled his eyes, pulling Justin out onto the dance floor by his belt loop.

Justin's back arched, causing his chest to press against Brian's as they danced to their own tune, the music falling on deaf ears. Brian touched him everywhere. His strong hands were in Justin's hair, on his chest, his hips, his lower back. His fingers finally traveled down the back of Justin's jeans, and he sighed. He ached for release, a feeling that only intensified when Brian's fingers traveled down the cleft of his ass.

"Brian," he whispered, his breath low and throaty. The brunet bit down on the flesh of his neck, making Justin shudder with desire. "Brian. Fuck me."

Brian pulled back, his pupils dilated with lust. He started walking towards the backroom, pushing Justin backwards. "You want me to fuck you?" He asked, licking his lips. Justin nodded. "You want me to fuck your ass for everyone to see. So everyone knows you're mine?" The blond nodded eagerly, already unbuttoning his pants.

Brian pulled him past the chains, into the shadowed room, his tan skin glowing blue in the dim light. Justin looked around at the bodies, some slick with sweat and naked, moving languidly. Some were fully clothed, moving hurriedly in a desperate attempt to get off. He looked back at Brian and swallowed hard.

"It's about time you spread your wings," Brian called out one night, over the loud music of the club. A seventeen year old Justin looked over at him, brows furrowed.

"It's time I what now?" Justin replied, swirling his drink in his cup. Brian gave him a feral grin, full of mischief. It turned him on, making him feel doomed at the same time.

"You're going to experience the joys of voyeurism." With that, Brian grabbed his wrist, leading him to a part of Babylon he had not yet experienced, the backroom. Justin bit his lip as Brian led him into the dark pit of a room, his senses instantly assaulted by the naked men, the moans, the smell of sex. His pupils dilated as his cock hardened in his jeans. He wanted Brian, wanted him to take him here. He turned to Brian, his lips parting.

Brian spun him around, pulling his back against Brian's toned chest. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders, reaching out to point out a petite brunet.

"Him," Brian whispered. Justin shook his head, trying to turn around, but Brian held him in place.

"What?" Justin whispered, his heart sinking. His eyes skimmed over the brunet, clad in a pair of jeans. Brian's finger curled, and that was all it took to beckon the young man over.

"Fuck him, back here," Brian said throatily. "Press him against the wall and take him. He wants you." He bit Justin's ear then, and the blond closed his eyes as the trick ran his hand down Justin's cotton covered chest.

He didn't want this. He wanted Brian.

But then Brian was gone. Justin turned, his eyes scanning the dark room. Brian already had a tall, dark trick pressed against the bricks. Black hair, tan skin, muscular. Everything Justin wasn't. He stared at the scene like a horrendous crime being played out before him, shaking his head as the trick pulled him back, turning him around and sliding his hand over Justin's crotch, leaning in to kiss his neck.

Justin craned his head around to look at Brian once more, his head thrown back as he pounded into his willing trick. It was that moment that he pushed his own trick against the wall, rolling a condom down his own dick and yanking the trick's pants down. He pushed into him, grabbing his shoulder and thrusting hard, trying so hard to be the protégé Brian wanted him to be, doing everything he wanted, so maybe one day Brian would want him, for more than a rushed fuck in a childhood bedroom. He pressed his face into the trick's shoulder to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

Justin looked over at Brian, feeling unsure of himself. Brian, on the other hand, looked very confident, pulling Justin through the crowd, pushing him against the brick wall gently, grinning mischievously as he leaned in to kiss him. Justin closed his eyes and sighed against his lips, parting his lips and inviting Brian's tongue into his mouth with his own, his hands lifting to rest on Brian's shoulders.

"Mm. So hot," Brian mumbled as his fingers swiftly pushed down Justin's jeans, reaching in to grab his hard cock. Justin moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open as the brunet started to stroke him.

Patrons of the backroom watched with wide eyes. Brian and Justin were known to frequent the backroom. They both had no trouble getting whoever they wanted. But they were never, ever seen together. Fucking each other. Everyone that knew them, or knew of them, watched the spectacle while meeting their own needs.

Brian kissed Justin once more before turning him around, resting his forehead between Justin's shoulder blades as he fished a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, rolling it slowly down his hard cock. He took a deep breath as he spread lube on his dick, wiping his hand on the inside of his jeans. He leaned in and nipped at Justin's ear.

"Ready?" He asked, the head of his cock pressing teasingly against Justin's puckered hole. The blond swallowed hard and nodded, reaching back to grab Brian's hip.

"Give it to me," Justin panted, letting his head fall back on the taller boy's shoulder, moaning as Brian penetrated him. It felt so good, so amazing, so fucking right as he moved back against Brian, meeting his thrusts, digging his fingernails into the flesh of Brian's ass. "More, give me more."

Brian slid one hand around the blond's torso, resting it flat against his boyish stomach as he slid into him faster, colors swirling in front of his eyes as he panted and groaned. He remained unaware of the many people watching this intimate act, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. All he cared about was pleasuring Justin, feeling the intense pleasure Justin created for him.

It was all about pleasure.

His body tingled, from his scalp to his feet. He vibrated with it, pleasure surging through every vein. It escaped from his lips in the form of strangled cries, muffled as he bit Justin's shoulder.

His hand crept downwards, finding it's way to Justin's stiff, leaking cock. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, eliciting cries of pleasure from his boyfriend. Justin was so far past gone, unaware of everything except Brian behind him, fucking him into oblivion in a dirty, dark brick room.

Justin screamed out as he came, his fingers gripping Brian's hip. He came seconds after, moaning into Justin's neck.

Brian's hand slid up Justin's stomach, his lips moving on Justin's neck, kissing him and whispering things the pulsing in his ears didn't allow him to hear.

Justin became aware of everyone's eyes on them, and part of them wished they wouldn't stare, that they would allow them to share this moment in private.

But another part of him was glad everyone could see. He knew there would be whispers in the air tonight. They would all talk about it over the thumpa thumpa.

He finally had something more. He was something more. He was Brian's, and that was all he ever wanted.

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