A Kiss on the Hand

Justin sat naked on the bed in the loft, the duvet covering the lower part of his body. He leaned against the pillows against the wall, waiting not very patiently, for what was taking a long time in the fucking shower. He absently flipped through the magazine his mother had given him. The magazine contained an article about gay commitment and its difficulties. It compared gay couples to straight ones, both facing the same difficulties in their relationships. Justin had read the first few paragraphs, snorted and started looking for something more realistic. What the fuck did straights know about gay relationships? "Come on, Brian," Justin whispered. He was horny and had earlier tried to get Brian to fuck him. Brian had been in one of those moods when he would make Justin suffer first, would tease him, or put him off, or play his shitty games. Justin knew they would fuck eventually, but Brian would make him squirm first. He sighed and glanced at the article that he had just come upon. It had a pair of lips pursed in a kiss above the title. The title said: "The Meaning of His Kiss". Justin snorted, but couldn't help but read it. They had created a list of kisses with the place the kiss was planted being the significant part of the story. It read: Kiss on the mouth=I love you. Kiss on the ear=I can't live without you. Kiss on the neck=I want you. Kiss on the cheek=Let's be friends. Kiss on the hair=I want more. Kiss on the forehead=I'm faithful to you. Kiss on the hand=Everything's over already. Justin looked at the first one and read it again and again. Brian kissed him on the mouth all the time. Did that mean that he loved him? When Justin kissed Brian on the mouth it meant that he loved Brian. He wondered if it could possibly mean the same for the man. He certainly would like to believe that, although Brian still refused to say it out loud. Then there had been that stupid rule that they had had – no kissing with anybody else. And Justin had broken it with that stupid preppie. It hadn't meant that he loved Eric. He had done it to make the kid feel better. That was all. So this idiotic article didn't mean anything. Justin reread the list one more time as he heard the shower go off. A very damp and sexy Brian emerged from the shower and they both saw Justin's dick start to tent the duvet at the sight. "Somebody's horny," Brian singsonged rubbing a towel through his hair. "I told you that an hour ago," Justin griped. "Patience is a virtue, Sunshine." "So is getting your rocks off." Brian snorted, but he dropped his towel and threw back the duvet to reveal Justin's state of readiness in all its glory. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me," he sniffed. "Get started, old man," Justin ordered. Brian glowered at him momentarily. Then he slid onto the bed and proceeded to ravage Justin's mouth. Justin kept thinking about the kiss on the mouth meaning that Brian loved him. He wanted that to be true, and he wanted Brian to say it. Next thing he knew Brian was entering him hard and swift. They rocked together searching for the exquisite outcome that ended all their coupling. Brian kissed him on the mouth again and again, and Justin's mind returned to that article when he could manage a coherent thought. When it was over, and the world had come back into focus, Brian rolled away and Justin looked over at him. "Still horny?" Brian asked. "No, not at the moment," Justin sighed contentedly. "Good things happen to those who wait," Brian expounded. "I keep telling you that." "Brian…" Justin began and then chickened out. Asking Brian if he loved him usually led to a fight and another non-declaration. "What?" "Um…nothing. Doesn't matter." "If you have something you want to say, you should say it." "It's nothing," Justin said and rolled towards Brian kissing him on the mouth and probing and swirling with his tongue. That fucking article never said anything about tongue. He felt Brian grab his hand and link their fingers together. When he broke the kiss Brian drew his hand up and kissed the back of Justin's hand. Justin blinked, remembering that that meant everything was over. He cringed. Brian never kissed his hand. Was that article prophetic? Were they finished all of a sudden? "Brian," Justin said. "Why did you kiss my hand?" "Felt like it." "Is that all?" "Yes," Brian frowned. "Are you sure?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You're not through with me, are you?" "I just got through with you," Brian replied with that sexy chuckle he had. His hands were roaming all over Justin's body. "That's not what I meant." "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Shut up," Brian whispered and his mouth captured Justin's in a long, sensual kiss. "He loves me," Justin thought. He knew that Brian did, knew it deep inside him. Brian kissed him on the cheek. "Friends," Justin remembered. He knew that they were friends, along with everything else. Brian kissed him on the ear, gently sucking the lobe and breathing into the cavity. Justin shivered and knew he couldn't live without Brian either. Brian kissed him on the neck and nipped at the sensitive spot at the base of his throat that always drove him crazy. "I want you too," Justin moaned. Brian kissed him on the hair and Justin felt his heart soar. "I want more, Brian," he moaned. "Me too. Always more. Never enough." Brian's lips skimmed across Justin's silky hair kissing again and again. He paused for a moment at Justin's forehead. Justin had held his breath wondering if Brian would declare his faithfulness with a kiss on the forehead, but he didn't. His mouth recaptured Justin's. Justin sighed. Then Justin groaned and arched his back as Brian's sweet lips engulfed his straining dick. He moaned into Brian's ministrations and before he could stop himself he was coming again in Brian's mouth. Brian kissed him making a little deposit as he did so. Then Brian kissed his hair, his neck, his cheek, his ear, his hand, his forehead, his nipple, his other nipple, his belly button, and then Brian rolled him over. He kissed his ass cheek, then his other one. He kissed and sucked his balls. He kissed his pucker and then began probing with his tongue. Justin moaned as his cock started to harden again. What the fuck did heteros know about kissing, about sex, about love? Stupid fucking magazine! He had everything he would ever need eating his ass at this moment, and Brian had kissed his forehead and his hand and everywhere else. At that moment Justin decided he should write his own article about kissing. It would be a real revelation for the straights.

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