Fireworks of All Kinds




“What the fuck was that?” Brian demanded as he sat bolt upright in bed.

“Sounded like firecrackers,” Justin mumbled as he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

“Who the fuck would be letting off fireworks?” Brian growled.

“Probably some kids. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July.”


“July fourth, fireworks, barbecues, basking in the sun,” Justin informed him.

“I don’t believe in any of that shit.”

“You don’t say!”

Another load crack, followed by green light glowing through the windows of the loft, made Brian’s blood boil even more.

“Fucking bastards! Tomorrow is when this is supposed to happen, not tonight. The little shits should be shot! They could set the goddamn building on fire,” Brian grumbled as he threw back the covers and stalked naked to the window. “Assholes!” Brian said as another string of firecrackers went off.

Justin groaned knowing he would not be getting more sleep anytime soon. He threw back the sheet and walked over to Brian. “It’s just some kids having fun,” he said gently. He stroked Brian’s arm trying to calm his partner.

“Yeah, fun! At everyone else’s expense.”

Justin drew in a breath sifting through all the things he might say that would set Brian off, looking for something that could placate his man. “You know Gus is going to love the fireworks in the park tomorrow night.” Brian huffed. “It will probably be the first time he’ll see and understand them.”

“Probably scare the shit right out of him,” Brian grumbled.

“Then we better take an extra pair of shorts for him.”

Brian chuckled. “You’re a … twat.”

“That’s me, Mr. Twat.”

“Are you trying to cheer me up?”

“What was your first clue?”

“There are better ways of cheering me up.” Brian’s hand skimmed over Justin’s flaccid cock. He felt it spring to life.

“So what are you waiting for?” Justin groaned.

“Not a fucking thing,” Brian replied as he grabbed Justin, pulled his body to him and kissed him hard.

Fireworks continued to explode and pop outside the loft, but both men were oblivious to the noise. They were too busy making noise of their own, as they tumbled onto the sofa. It was hard and rough and completely satisfying. Both men were covered in sweat as they approached climax.

“Oh my fucking God!” Justin gasped as he came hard.

Justin heard Brian groan just before his orgasm overtook him. When Brian was able to raise his head, he looked down at the young man who had come to mean so much to him. His hands cupped the sides of Justin’s face as he lay atop his partner. He waited for the blue eyes to flutter open.

Finally Justin looked up. A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “That was as spectacular as tomorrow night’s fireworks will be,” he whispered.

“No shit!” Brian responded, a broad smile warming the angles of his face.

Just then the loudest explosion they had heard yet shattered the calm of the loft.

“Fucking shit!” Brian yelled, sitting up ready to go knock someone’s block off.

“Brian, take it easy. They should be finished soon. That was probably the finale. It was the biggest bang yet.”

Brian shrugged and drew in a deep breath. As much as he wanted to punch something, he realized that was stupid and useless. He glanced at Justin. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

“What are you thinking?” Justin asked when he saw that look.

“I thought we just had the biggest bang yet.”

Justin burst out laughing. “You are so bad,” he told his smartass partner.

“That’s why you l… Why you’re here, isn’t it?”

“Only part of the reason,” Justin informed him. “You do have other redeeming qualities.”

“I do?”

“Of course you do.” Brian raised an eyebrow. “Just think how great it will be when we take Gus to the fireworks tomorrow night. He’s going to have a blast. And so will you … and I.”

“I don’t enjoy that kind of thing,” Brian said shaking his head.

“You just might surprise yourself when you see the fireworks through the eyes of your son.”

Brian’s eyes looked moist when he leaned in to kiss Justin. The kiss was long and slow and full of so much love. Justin thought his heart might explode. When it finally ended they were both breathless and hard.

“Ready for more fireworks?” Brian asked in a whisper.

“Have you noticed that there haven’t been any more fireworks since that big one?”

Brian nodded. “Maybe we should make some of our own.”

“See, that’s one of those redeeming qualities of yours.” Brian looked quizzically at his young lover. “You know how to sweet talk your way to what you want.”

Brian roared with laughter. “Yeah, that’s me … Mr. Sweet Talker.”

“Let’s go,” Justin said with a chuckle as he took Brian’s hand.

They made their way up to the bedroom, laughing all the way.

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