Little Fuzzy Sweater

                                                          

A kiss on the ass means- You're mine.

Justin sat on the sofa sketching, trying to pass the time till Brian came home. Brian was on a business trip in Chicago. Again he was trying to land the Brown Athletics account only this time for Kinnetik. He had every faith that he would get the account. When they talked last night Brian said he was coming home today. He'd neglected to mention wither he got the account or not, fucker. When Justin heard the loft door rattle open he jumped up and tossed down his sketch book on the coffee table.

"Brian!"

Justin restrained himself from flinging himself in Brian's arms. He wasn't a little twink anymore. He was nearly twenty one. Brian set his bag just inside the door.

"Miss me?"

Justin smiled "You know I did."

Brian held out his arms and mock sighed. "Come on you know you want to."

Justin laughed and raced into Brian's arms hugging him tight. He smiled up at Brian. "So did you get the account?"

Brian had a cocky little smile on his face. "There was never any doubt. I'd love to see the look on Vance's face when he finds out the only account he ever wanted is now all mine." Brian dragged his suitcase up to the bedroom. "I'm in the mood to celebrate lets go to Woody's, maybe meet up with the guys."

"Aren't you tired from your trip?"

"I'll sleep when I'm dead; let's go paint the town fuchsia or something."

Justin laughed "ok." He moved over to the closet to pick something out. Brian pulled out a bag from his suitcase. "Here wear this tonight."

Justin spun around surprised. "You got me something?" Justin pulled out a fuzzy navy blue sweater.

"Do you like it?"

Justin smiled "of course I do." He ran his hands over the soft fuzzy material. "It's so soft and fuzzy."

"It's chenille."

Justin stripped of his hoodie and tugged on the fuzzy sweater. It was made short waisted so if he stretched the sweater would ride up exposing Justin's lovely pale skin. Justin ran his hands over the sweater brushing out imaginary wrinkles. He loved how the sweater felt especially across his nipples. Brian smiled and ran his hand down Justin's arm.

"I knew you'd look hot in it." Brian changed out of his suit and then they were off.

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When they walked through the front door at Woody's a guy coming out bumped into Justin's shoulder.

"Sorry" he said with a sly smile.

Brian and Justin exchanged 'what the fuck looks.'

Justin snagged a table while Brian went to get them their drinks. Justin noticed a hot blonde giving him the eye. He gave him a lower wattage version of his sunshine smile. The guy was hot and new but he wasn't interested, not when he had Brian. The hottie grew bold and approached his table.

"That's a really hot sweater; it makes your eyes look amazing."

Justin laughed at the complement. "Thanks my boyfriend just got it for me." Before Justin knew what was happening the trick was caressing his sweater.

"I'm Jesse."

Justin opened his mouth to reply but Brian slammed their drinks down on the table.

"Fuck off he's not interested." He grabbed the trick by the arm roughly. "You touch him again and I'll rip your arm off and beat you with it."

The trick made a hasty retreat. Justin tugged Brian into a chair. "Take it easy Brian." He'd never seen Brian so worked up before. "He was… ok well it was a little annoying."

"He was practically stroking you" Brian spit out.

"I think he was stroking the sweater more."

Brian pulled him in for a possessive kiss. Then he glared around the room warding off anyone else who might have ideas of approaching Justin. Justin tried to hide his smile behind his bottle of beer. He wouldn't be surprised if Brian pulled out his dick and started marking his territory. Justin wrinkled his nose at the thought then giggled. Brian glared at him as he tried to look the picture of innocence. Just then Emmett, Michael and Ted walked in. Emmett threw his arms over Justin's shoulders, rubbing lightly.

"Hey baby, ohh that sweater looks fabulous on you." Em petted Justin a few times before Brian pushed his arms away. Brian's patience was running thin. He pulled Justin onto his lap wrapping his arms protectively around his boy.

"Keep your hands to yourself" Brian snarled.

"My, my someone's…."

"If you say testy I'll have to hurt you."

Justin patted Brian's hand which was unconsciously caressing his tummy, he didn't mind though. "Brian's just tired; he just got back from a business trip."

Brian pinched Justin on his jean clad ass. "Brian is sitting right here."

Mikey gave Brian a goofy grin. "Come on a pool table just opened up."

Emmett took the first shot and missed horribly. Brian leaned over the table taking aim. Michael should have known better. He touched Justin's shoulder and left it there. "So Justin what do you think the next story line for Rage should be?"

Brian took his pool cue and inserted it between his so called friend and his partner.

"Michael I thought I'd never say this but keep your fucking hands off my boyfriend."

All the patrons of Woody's were staring at Brian.

"Jesus" Brian, Mikey whined.

Brian leveled his gaze at Ted "and if you even think about it you're fired."

Ted put his hands up in the air and backed away. Brian played a less than stellar game, Justin ended up winning. Brian slung his arm around Justin's waist, Justin didn't mind one bit. He loved when Brian got jealous and his possessive side came out.

"Are you wearing new cologne or is it the fucking full moon?"

"I didn't put on any cologne but I'm sure by now I smell like you, not that I mind." Justin smiled innocently up at Brian. He always loved how Brian smelled. It made him horney when Brian's cologne got on him from hugging or making out. Brian wasted no time getting Justin home. He would claim Justin's ass all night and into the morning.

When Brian got Justin into the elevator he backed him up against the wall and caged him with his arms. He pressed his body up against Justin's and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues lashed out and collided with each other. When Brian pulled back Justin's eyes were glazed over in passion filled lust. He let his breath puff out over Justin's cheek. "You are never to wear that sweater again outside the loft."

Justin rubbed his aching hard on against Brian's hip. "I'll only wear it for you."

As soon as the elevator came to a grinding halt Brian stuffed his hand down Justin's pants and tugged him along. The gate crashed open in his sense of urgency. He had the loft door open in a flash. Brian propelled Justin up to the bedroom.

"Get naked now, leave the sweater on."

He flung his leather jacket in the direction of the sofa and headed for the kitchen. He got a bottle of water from the fridge and took a hefty drink. Brian stalked up to the bedroom and found Justin clad in only the little fuzzy sweater that people couldn't seem to resist touching. Was it Justin or the sweater that people couldn't resist? Apparently both were a lethal combination. Justin lay in the middle of the bed stroking himself.

Brian ripped open his jeans and tugged them off. He threw them in a corner of the bedroom, his club shirt soon followed. He stalked towards Justin then pounced unsuspectingly. In one swift move he flipped Justin over. Brian grabbed his ass and kneaded it in his large hands, pinching and pulling Justin arched into Brian. He leaned in and kissed first one pale cheek then the other that ended up in a nip that made Justin flinch. Brian licked from the top of the crack all the way down to his nuts. "You're mine" Brian growled from the depths of Justin's ass cheeks.

Justin shivered in anticipation. He hugged his pillow tight to his chest as he gave his ass up to Brian willingly. He spread his legs wider, eager to be rimmed. Brian nipped along Justin's crack then laved his tongue across the little love bites. He pulled Justin's cheeks apart exposing Justin's perfect petal pink pucker. Ever so slowly he placed a soft kiss against the delicate folds. Justin's breath caught in his throat at the sensation. Brian kissed him there and he moaned. Brian kissed him again this time probing with the tip of his tongue. Justin mewled and bucked his hips. His dick was so hard it actually hurt. Brian kept a firm grip on his hips. Justin tried to rub himself against the sheets but Brian stilled his frantic movements. He could feel his pre cum trickle down his inner thighs. Brian slapped his ass which made him want to cum even worse. Little grunts and soft groans could be heard from the pillows. Brian preformed an all out assault on his ass. He laved Justin's pucker, poking and prodding it with his tongue.

"Brian oooohh God ahhhhh Mmmmm Brian, need to cum."

Brian kept up his wicked assault.

"Brian God Please!" Justin screamed himself horse.

He flipped Justin over his mouth and chin were slick with spit. Justin let out a soft groan as he stared at Brian's very red lips. He loved it when Brian's lips turned that dark red color. Brian took pity on him, he looked like he was about to explode at any second. His piss hole was gaping open and leaking freely.

"Jerk yourself off" Brian said before he dove back down between Justin's legs for his heavenly treat. Brian pushed his tongue through Justin's delicate folds and began to tongue fuck him. As soon as Justin saw Brian's head bobbing between his legs and felt his tongue enter him he gripped his dick and began frantically jerking himself off. When he felt Brian's tongue tickle his prostate he gripped the head of his dick and screamed as streams of cum were ripped from his slit. His new fuzzy sweater got soaked. Justin came so hard he passed out for a few seconds. When he came around he saw Brian's head resting against his thigh.

"Wow" Justin panted.

Justin could feel Brian's erection digging into him, he hadn't gotten off. "I think you're going to have to give me a few minutes before you fuck me." Justin wiggled against the silky sheets. "All my delicate bits are still vibrating, everything is super sensitive."

Brian gave him a lazy smile. "I'm sure I can find a way to entertain myself while you recuperate." Brian helped Justin remove the sodden sweater.

Just then Justin got a positively wicked idea. Justin pounced on Brian catching him off guard. He took the sweater sleeve and wrapped it around Brian's steel length. As Justin captured Brian's lips in a deep kiss, he began to stroke Brian through the sweater. Justin felt Brian shudder and a small gasp leave his lips. Justin jammed two fingers in his mouth getting them wet. He reached around Brian and inserted one finger then the other. Brian threw his head back and moaned, making Justin hard all over again. He knew Brian was close. He rubbed the sweater across his slit and tapped Brian's prostate firmly. Brian flung his arms around Justin to keep his balance as he came like a freight train into the sleeve of the sweater. As Brian slid down the bed spent, Justin balled up the sweater and let it drop over the side of the bed. Justin flopped down next to Brian laying his head on Brian's sweaty chest.

"I think that sweater is evil" Justin said seriously.

Brian huffed a laugh.

Justin groaned "oh man what will the drycleaners think?"

"What they always think when we drop off a load, that we have a fucking amazing sex life." Brian thought for a moment. "I don't think I want to find out what happens when you wear cashmere."

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