Something More

Chapter 9

Brian and Justin waltzed into Justin's bedroom, singing "Let's Hear It For the Boy" at the top of their lungs. Their arms found their way around each other and they fell on the floor, laughing.

"I can't believe we got into Babylon!" Justin exclaimed, laughing even harder. Brian smiled at his best friend fondly, eyes catching on the glitter stuck to his skin.

"Barely seventeen and already club hopping," Brian replied with a smirk.

"That Johnny guy is too cool." Brian nodded his agreement, fingers toying with the button on Justin's jeans idly.

"I love that your parents are never home," Brian told him. Justin nodded and they stayed on the floor, staring up at the glowing stars glued to Justin's ceiling. After a long comfortable silence, in which Justin passed the time by running his fingertips up and down Brian's forearm, the blond turned towards his best friend.

"Brian?" The brunet turned, raising his eyebrows. "I have a secret."

"Do tell." Justin grinned and put his finger on Brian's chin, tilting his head to the side. He pressed his full lips against Brian's ear.

"I…" he whispered, blowing hot air against Brian's ear in a most enticing way. "am so very drunk." Brian laughed. He was tipsy himself, but his Irish blood would not allow him to get drunk off of the small amount of alcohol they got their hands on in the club.

"I know. I had to save you from that leather daddy," Brian told him. Justin burst out laughing. "Hey little boy, want to come sit on my nine inch cock?" Brian mimicked, enunciating the "k" with a click of his tongue in Justin's ear. The blond giggled harder, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "You were so going to go, too."

"Was not!" Justin protested with a slap to Brian's hip.

"You were too!" They started laughing together again, high on dancing and each other. "Why the hell are we on the floor?"

"Good question." Justin looked around, and then up at Brian as he stood up. "You are so…tall." He raised his arms in the air and waved them around. "Carry me!"

"What?" Brian asked, laughing again. Justin thrust his arms in the air once more and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Carry me to the bed, Jeeves!"

Brian rolled his eyes with a grin and scooped Justin off of the floor. He carried him across the room and tossed him on the bed. Justin bounced and laughed, as if that was the most amusing thing he had ever experienced. Brian kicked his shoes off and pulled Justin's off as well before getting into bed. The two teenage boys curled up to one another, Justin's head finding Brian's shoulder and Brian's fingers immediately tangling in Justin's hair.

They were silent for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts.

Brian felt Justin open his mouth against his ear, and then close it again. He could feel the tension in Justin's body and after the third time he opened his mouth and shut it again, Brian turned to him. He raised his eyebrow, his nose brushing against Justin's.

"Brian…" Justin looked down and shut his eyes. He took a deep breath and opened them again, meeting Brian's stare head on. "I want…"

"What do you want?"

"I want to lose my virginity."

Brian rolled over in his bed, as if the action would clear the memory from his thoughts. His eyes were staring out the window, but his mind was staring into Justin's eyes. His eyes were so blue that night. His body was so warm and his lips were so soft.

He shut his eyes against the memory, but his mind refused to push the stop button.

The memory of that night played on.

"You want to what?" Brian gulped, eyes widening in panic and…excitement. Justin licked his lips and Brian watched his eyes shift in hue, mesmerized, as they turned to indigo.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore. I want to know what sex is like." Brian gulped, unable to tear his eyes away. "And I want you to show me."

"Um," Brian mumbled, dumbstruck by Justin's request. He closed his eyes and felt Justin's soft lips and warm, wet tongue making their way up his neck. "Okay."

"Okay?" Justin asked, pulling away from him.

"Okay," Brian replied, shaking his head. He moved to kiss Justin but stopped, grabbing his shoulders instead. "Wait, how drunk are you?"

"Drunk enough to be able to tell you I want you to fuck me," Justin replied thoughtfully. "But not so drunk that you should feel bad for doing so."

"Oh?"

"In fact, I think if you do, you'll feel very, very good," Justin smirked. He took Brian's earlobe between his lips and suckled on it, sliding his hand up Brian's thigh.

Brian shut his eyes and thought of a million and one reasons as to why he shouldn't fuck his very best friend, and only one good reason why he should.

Justin's body felt so fucking good in his arms.

And that was enough to blow all those reasons not to right out of the fucking water.

"Works for me." Brian crashed his lips down upon Justin's, pulling him tight against his body as they kissed for what seemed like hours. He felt Justin harden against his hip and his hand caressed the bulge through the denim. He used the rough material to his advantage, feeling Justin grunt and mewl into his mouth as he slid the denim across the head of his cock.

The blond rolled Brian onto his back and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and licking each bit of newly exposed flesh. The last button popped off and rolled across the floor. Brian pulled the material off of his heated skin and tossed it on the floor. He pulled Justin's shirt over his head and the blond did not remove his teeth from Brian's nipple unto the soft cotton material came between them.

They made quick work of their remaining clothes and then Brian pinned Justin to the bed on his back, holding his hands over his head. Justin's head went up to kiss him but Brian pulled back. He stared into his dark eyes and then let his eyes travel down his lips, red, shiny, and swollen.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked, pushing lust aside in favor of concern.

"Brian," Justin replied, arching his back up unconsciously. "I have never been more sure of anything." Their chests made contact and Brian gasped. "I want you inside me. I want to share this moment with you."

Brian kissed Justin then, hard and fast, slow and gentle, passionate and…loving.

"Fuck me," Justin mumbled against Brian's wet lips. The taller boy bit Justin's lip, tugging on it slightly as he tried to regain some control.

Brian leaned over to retrieve the ever present condom and lube from the pocket of his jeans. He opened it with his teeth and stared at Justin as he rolled it down his cock with shaky fingers. This was a first time for him as well. It was going to be the first time he had sex with someone that wasn't a trick, someone that meant something.

Justin meant so much.

Brian coated his fingers liberally with lube as he positioned himself between Justin's legs. He prepared the blond quickly yet gently; kissing him each time he winced or moaned.

Brian extracted his fingers and felt Justin sigh disappointedly into his mouth. He put Justin's legs over his shoulders, pressing the blunt head of his dick at Justin's slick entrance. He caught the flash of panic in Justin's eyes.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked once more, holding onto Justin's calves. The blond swallowed hard and nodded, sweat forming on his hairline.

"I'm sure. Very sure."

"Okay."

"Will it hurt?"

"A little. But it's okay. I got you." He pushed in and watched Justin's lip turn purple as he bit down on it so hard. He cried out in pain from the intrusion and Brian immediately crashed his lips down on Justin's, swallowing his cries and trying so hard to swallow his pain.

After a few moments of stillness and silence, Justin pushed back against Brian. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in even slower until they fell into a steady rhythm, Justin meeting each thrust. Brian sped up just a little, watching Justin's face for any sign of discomfort.

Justin's moans were the biggest turn on Brian had ever encountered.

Rough, raw sounds escaped their lips. Brian studied each and every expression that graced Justin's face. He was fighting to keep his eyes open and Brian wanted a gallon of paint in the color of his eyes at that moment.

"Feel good?" Brian asked, snaking his fingers in Justin's damp hair. The blond nodded eagerly, reaching up to tug on Brian's earlobe and run his hand down his bicep.

"I never imagined it could feel like this. Oh god." Brian kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into the inviting mouth. He wrapped his fist around Justin's cock at the same moment he thrust hard against his prostate. The blond screamed out and Brian reveled in the sound.

Justin clawed at Brian's back, desperately clamoring for that last shred of reality. But it was too late; he had already been pushed violently over the edge of oblivion.

One more thrust against his prostate sent him into orgasm. He screamed out and saw flashes of the most vivid colors behind his eyelids. Brian watched closely as Justin succumbed to orgasmic bliss. He kissed him once more before crying out with his own orgasm. He filled the condom to maximum capacity and collapsed onto Justin's sweaty body, his cum smashed between tight teenage stomachs.

"That was…" Justin panted. "It felt…Oh god."

"I know what you mean," Brian breathed into his ear before licking the lobe. He lifted his head and smiled down at Justin, his golden hair splayed out on the pillow.

"Thank you," Justin whispered. Brian smiled and pressed his lips against his. They kissed for another hour before falling asleep tangled up with each other.

"Fuck!" Brian called out into his dark bedroom. He couldn't clear his mind of Justin. It was fucking frustrating. He picked up his cell phone and looked at the glowing display. It was 9 PM. Babylon in one hour. He dialed a familiar number and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey Brian."

"Hey Emmett. What are you doing?"

"I'm at the diner with my favorite fag hag ever."

"Oh god. Daphne? She probably hates me."

"No, not Daphne. Sidrine. We're just getting a bite to eat."

"Oh. How is she?"

"She's good. She says hi and…shit!"Brian sighed as he heard the phone being handed over.

"Brian, I swear to all that is unholy, if you don't get over yourself and tell that boy that you love-" Brian rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay sweetie, that's enough. Sorry. Okay, Brian. You'll be ready by 9:45, yes?"

"Yes."

"And you'll look incredibly hot, yes?"

"That's a given."

"Okay, I'll be there at 9:45. Bye bye!"

"Bye." Brian hung up the phone and dragged himself into the shower, blond hair and blue eyes still plaguing his thoughts.

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"And that's the plan," Emmett finished. Sidrine smiled widely.

"And you'll call me right after and tell me everything," she replied.

"Of course I will," he told her, kissing her cheek. "I have a feeling this will be a night to remember."

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Justin opened the door to see Jake on the other side, dressed in a sleeveless black shirt and tight jeans.

"Wow, you look hot," Justin told him. Jake bowed his head and smiled widely.

"And you're a vision in blue, m' lady. Ready to go?"

"Yup." Justin nodded and shut the door, locking it behind him. "Let's go turn some heads."

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