The Anniversary Challenge

Sometimes It's the Little Things

"Justin."

"Over here." Justin's eyes flicked toward the microwave, noticing the time and smiling as he realized just how long he'd been standing by the fridge. "How come you're late?"

Brian shrugged. "I had to pick something up."

"Ahh, was he hot?" Justin teased.

Coming up behind him, Brian wound his arms around his lover's waist, slipping his hands just under the hem of Justin's t-shirt, resting his palms on his warm, firm belly. "Not that kind of pick up."

Nodding, Justin kept his eyes forward, but placed his left hand on top of Brian's, gently rubbing along his long, strong fingers.

"What are you doing…shit…what the hell is that?" Brian asked.

"I just got it. I forgot they were mailing me a copy of the picture for our page."

"Christ, Justin," Brian moaned, dropping his forehead to Justin's shoulder. "And you put it on the fridge, because?"

Slapping at Brian's hand, Justin laughed. "Brian, come on, it's great."

Lifting his head Brian smiled, slightly, before regaining control. "Right, I still can't believe I let you talk me into it."

"Yeah, that was a tough one," Justin said mockingly.

"It was. I should never have given in. I think you cast some spell on me, that has to be it." While Brian's words oozed distain his hands working small circles along Justin's stomach, creeping downward slowly, said something completely different.

"Ahhh," Justin gasped, his head lolling backward against Brian's shoulder, his eyes still fixed on the picture, as Brian's fingers slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his hardened shaft. Taking a deep breath, he managed, "Yeah, it was a spell alright. 'Brian, I want you to pose with me for the calendar that the GLC is putting out to help raise funds for the Vic Grassi House,'" he said, repeating the exact words, or so-called spell, he'd used to get his grumpy lover to participate.

"Nope, I don't seem to recall it exactly that way," Brian added, his nimble digits moving up and down Justin's dick, his thumb sliding across the mushroomed head. He moved his mouth against the blond's ear and whispered, breathily, "I seem to recall a little bribery and even blackmail attached to those words."

Justin shuddered and moaned. Fuck, he hated how easily Brian made him burn and ache…and he loved it.

Swallowing loudly, Justin let his eyes slide shut, the image of them linked together still clear behind his lids, now permanently etched onto his retinas. "W-well I had to make sure that the calendar didn't go out without the hottest couple in it."

"Mm, but don't you think that maybe we could have given them an even better shot?" Brian asked, shifting slightly backward, grasping the elastic waistband and tugging downward until Justin's sweatpants lay pooled at his feet, leaving the blond's lower-half completely exposed. "Like this. This would have sold out the entire fucking lot. They would've had to reprint thousands just to keep up with the demand."

Justin felt the cool air engulf him, sending shivers down his spine. His cock was rock-hard, arched against his belly and his hole twitched greedily, desperate for attention. "Brian," he whimpered softly.

"What do you think they would've said?" Brian whispered, his hot breath washing out over his lover's pale neck. His tongue unable to keep still a moment longer as it slithered out, tasting and teasing the smooth column. "Do you think they would've minded if I'd stripped you naked, in front of the crowded room? Yeah, I think they would've loved it. Watching you beg and plead to get off." Brian's hands slid back downward, one enclosing Justin's balls firmly, tugging gently, enjoying the loud, moaned response and the other tightening around his leaking shaft, edging up and down slowly, torturously.

"Brian, please."

"Please, what?"

Head spinning, ass clenching, dick pulsing, chest heaving, Justin knew what he wanted…what Brian wanted…

"Brian, fuck me…please, fuck me!"

Brian growled, pushing Justin forward, not missing the loud gasp as his skin came in contact with the cold, metal fridge door. Reaching behind him into the drawer, Brian grabbed the lube and a condom and made quick work of suiting up.

Justin forced his eyes open, smiling as they landed on the picture just inches from his face. So close that when he lurched forward slightly as a slick finger pressed inside his ass, his mouth came to land on the image of Brian's chest. Licking his lips as the firm digit moved in and out, circling slightly, gasping as it brushed lightly against his prostate, he couldn't help but let his tongue wander out against the photo, aching to taste the real thing but settling for what he could get.

"Ready?" Brian grunted.

Nodding, Justin's throat clenched and an almost strangled noise slipped out as Brian pressed into him, slow and firm and steady. His eyes fluttered and he watched their images blur and fog up as he panted heavily against the shiny print.

Strong fingers gripped Justin's waist, shifting him slightly. Long legs aligned behind his, knees pushing into his thighs. A solid chest attached itself to his back, the weight warm and familiar. And slender hips snapped back and forth, urging him forward, taking him to a place that only Brian could.

Justin's dick bobbed in the air. With every push in, it leapt toward the fridge, not quite making contact…and with every pull out it edged backward, slapping against his stomach, little beads of silvery precum littering his skin…the door…the floor…anywhere it could reach. But it wasn't enough.

As if reading his mind, Brian's right hand left Justin's hip and took hold of his dick, squeezing gently, eliciting a loud moan then a whimper as Justin's eyes finally slid shut, almost in praise of what he knew was about to come.

"You wanna get off?" Brian rasped.

"Yes, yes, I-I, I do."

Brian stilled.

Justin cried out in protest.

Brian smiled.

Running his thumb along the tip, reveling in the abundance of slippery fluid leaking from the slit, Brian nipped at Justin's lobe and whispered, "Tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Justin knew that this was his payback. He didn't care. The picture was incredible. Smiling, he urged, "Brian, I need to come…let me come…please…fuck me…fuck me 'till I come."

God, he loved hearing the catch in Justin's voice. He loved the way the man would beg and plead to get what he wanted, both of them benefiting from the outcome. But he needed more. "Why?"

Justin was stunned. That was a new one. 'Why?' Then he got it. "Look at us. We're beautiful together. We fit. W-we're so fucking h-hot."

Brian's eyes lifted toward the picture. He agreed.

"Oh, god!" Justin shouted as Brian pulled back then thrust in hard and fast, his long dick edging against his prostate firmly. "Yeah, yeah, come on, fuck me, Brian…fuck me!"

Brian growled, pushing Justin further into the fridge, his hand jerking wildly up and down his lover's swollen dick and his hips furiously fucking the man's ass with determination.

"That's it…come on…come on."

"Justin, so close…so…"

One more thrust…one more slide…one more strangled moan had Justin screaming out as his orgasm exploded through him, his ass clenching, taking a gasping Brian right along with him.

Struggling to remember how to breathe and remain upright at the same time, Brian pulled out, huffing out a small laugh at the always-accompanying sigh of sadness from his partner. Tying off the condom he tossed into the sink, well, as close to it as possible, then moved back against Justin's sweaty, heated body.

"You okay?"

"Mm, I'm great," Justin purred.

"Are you stuck to the fridge?" Brian laughed, noticing the fact that the blond hadn't moved an inch since they'd finished.

Licking his dry lips, Justin smiled and pushed off, wincing as his skin stuck to the warmed metal, the sweat having bonded him slightly.

Wrapping his arms around Justin, pulling him tightly back against his chest, Brian turned them both, pausing to allow his lover to toe off his sweats before they headed for their bedroom.

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Justin yawned widely, stretching his tired body across the bed. His right arm reached out only to find an empty spot where Brian used to be and the sheets already cool.

Frowning, he forced himself out of bed, wondering just what the fuck time it was and how long Brian had been gone. Shit, he remembered the early meeting that Brian had told him about, and instantly felt a little guilty that he'd kept him up so late. Unable to keep the smile off his face as images of the previous night flew through his sleep-clouded mind, he headed toward the kitchen, his parched throat desperate for water.

Pulling open the fridge, Justin retrieved the cold bottle and quickly twisted it open, downing more than half of its contents in one swift move. Lowering the bottle he sighed, much better, and licked his dry lips, blinking his heavy-lidded eyes, just beginning to focus on the object staring back at him, but when they did…

"Bri-ann!"

But the curse fell on deaf ears, the artist having fled the scene after completing his masterpiece.

Shaking his head, a sense of sadness and anger coming over him at the knowledge that Brian would destroy the photograph, Justin tore the picture off the fridge door. But he couldn't restrain the tugging at the corners of his lips as a full-fledged trademark smile plastered itself across his mouth and he huffed out a rather loud laugh at the fucked up ways of his rather infuriating lover.

"Well, at least he got them right," he said to himself, running his finger along the bright-red horns, beard, mustache, eyebrows and tail that adorned Brian's image. "Devil is right."

But as the tip of his finger traced along the white and yellow halo, so rightly placed above his head in the picture staring back at him, he noticed the long, red object that Brian had drawn in his hand. Smiling, he realized that the man was right.

He knew how their friends and family perceived him, walking around in his own shinning-light of goodness, never in the wrong, always the perfect little angel.

But he also knew that Brian knew the truth, saw the other side, the entire package.

He was a devil, well, at times. Their ongoing activities the night before a perfect example of it.

Noticing the small 'B' off in the far, right corner of the picture, Justin laughed out loud, proud that the artist had thought enough of his work to actually sign it.

Shaking his head, he placed the photo back up on the fridge, securing it with a magnet at the top and bottom, wanting to make sure that the masterpiece didn't move, then downed the rest of his water, tossed the bottle into the recycling and headed back up toward the bedroom.

Deciding to surprise Brian with another taste of the devil inside of him that night, Justin glanced at the bedside clock, wondering if he had enough time to take a trip to the 'toy' store before he had his first class, when something caught his eye.

Moving over to Brian's nightstand, Justin reached out tentatively, inhaling deeply as his fingers came into contact and picked up the cool, metal object.

"Fuck," he whispered softly, astounded.

His other hand joined the previous one, almost trembling, as it latched onto the shiny, silver frame. The perfect silver frame that held an unblemished copy of the picture on the fridge. He hadn't realized that Brian would've gotten a copy sent to him as well. He ran his finger down the glass encased image of Brian, his firm chest and lean torso. Over his beautiful face and graceful hand. And he couldn't help but trace the imaginary horns and tail that were missing from the version he held in his hands.

His heart filling with love, Justin realized just what it was that Brian had been picking up when he'd been late and set the picture back down on the table before heading into the bathroom, a huge, beaming smile spread across his face.

While he didn't think that he'd ever see a halo adorning Brian's image, he figured that the man's interpretative art was just that. Sometimes Brian was a devil, and sometimes much worse, but as with Justin's image, people usually saw what they wanted to.

So let the rest of the world have their opinion, Justin knew the truth.

And his proof was sitting in a small silver frame by their bed.

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