Blue On Black
"I'm so fucking sick of this snow!" Brian griped as he slid the door to the loft closed behind him.
"Aw, poor baby," Justin whispered seductively as he approached his obviously aggravated partner. "Did you have a hard day?"
"The day from Hell!" Brian stated emphatically as he took off his camel coat, dropping snow on the hardwood. He tossed the coat on the rack and headed for the bedroom.
Justin frowned. It wasn't like Brian to be that abrupt, and leaving snow on the hardwood - that was just wrong in Brian's universe. Justin watched as the snow quickly was becoming a puddle of water. He heard the shower go on before he went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to wipe the floor.
He was just finishing cleaning up when he heard Brian shut off the shower and start rummaging through his closet.
"What are you doing?" Justin asked as he peered up the steps to see what Brian was after.
"Going to Babylon," Brian replied tersely.
"Oh." Justin had thought they might spend a nice evening cuddling in the relative warmth of the loft - warm compared to the frigid conditions outside. If there was ever a night to stay home, it was tonight.
Brian had made his selection from his many black ensembles. He started pulling on his jeans. He glanced at Justin who still stood at the foot of the stairs holding a soggy paper towel.
"You can come to Babylon with me if you get rid of that," Brian finally said, pointing to the paper towel.
"I thought you might like to stay in tonight," Justin said softly. "It's warmer in here."
"I'm going to Babylon," Brian stated. "You can come with me ... or not. It's your decision."
Justin thought about it for a nano-second. He'd rather be with Brian than anywhere else. "I'll come with you."
"Then ditch that thing," Brian said indicating the dripping paper towel.
"Yeah, right," Justin said as he gave a swipe to the floor where he had dripped water. He headed for the kitchen to divest himself of the offensive towel.
Shortly the two men were leaving the loft, Justin bundled up to the nth degree, and Brian looking especially sexy all in black, including his black leather jacket which had replaced the wet camelhair coat.
"Thank the gods! It's stopped snowing," Brian said as he stepped out into the street.
"Yeah," Justin agreed, "but be careful."
"Careful of what?" Brian snapped.
"There could be black ice under the skiff of snow."
"When did you become such a wuss?"
"Well, if you'd dress properly for the weather conditions, I wouldn't have to worry about you," Justin said.
"Who asked you to worry about me?"
"Nobody, but that doesn't mean I don't worry."
"And I'm dressed just fine for Babylon."
"If you get there in one piece without turning into an ice cube," Justin advised.
"You are such a twa..."
Brian didn't finish that statement, as he found himself flat on his back on the sidewalk.
"Fuck!" he groaned, as he sat up. He wondered if anything was broken as he rubbed his hand which he seemed to have landed on.
"Brian, oh my God, are you okay? I told..."
"If you say I told you so, I'll rip your balls off," Brian threatened as he turned onto one knee to get up.
"Careful, it's really slippery under the snow," Justin said trying to help his hapless partner.
"Let me be!" Brian ordered slapping Justin's hand away. "I can get up under my own steam."
"You might have broken something," Justin cautioned.
"Ya think! That never crossed my mind," Brian said sarcastically as he managed to regain his feet. "Fucking black ice!" Brian griped feeling his feet slide under him. He grabbed Justin's arm.
"If you wore some winter boots instead of those stupid Pradas..."
"There is nothing stupid about Pradas," Brian declared.
"And that's why you went flying."
"I suppose you would prefer me to look like a nerd in those clunkers you're wearing."
"I'm not the one who was on his butt on the ground," Justin said indignantly, "and there's nothing wrong with my boots."
"They're just lovely," Brian snarked as he brushed himself off. "Black ice ought to be outlawed! Who named it black ice anyway? It ought to be called vicious ice."
Justin couldn't help but giggle.
"It's not funny. I could have killed myself on this sneaky fucking menacing ice!"
"Let's go home," Justin suggested trying to avoid another chuckle at Brian's diatribe against the ice. He cleared his throat. "You should probably lie down and rest."
"You make me sound like a hundred year old man."
"Please, Brian, that was a hard fall."
"You think I don't know that!" Brian rubbed his butt and had to admit that it didn't feel too good. He wondered if it would be black and blue in the morning.
"Okay, twat, let's go home."
Justin smiled. "I promise to take good care of you."
"Thank you, Nurse Justin."
"You didn't injure anything ... important, did you?" Justin asked suddenly realizing that Brian might not be up to certain activities after his fall.
"I'm sure we'll find out before the evening is over."
They headed for the loft where Justin insisted that Brian take another hot shower to loosen up all the muscles he had jarred in the fall. While Brian showered Justin donned his comfy sweats and prepared his potions.
When Brian came out of the bathroom, Justin had the bed turned down and was sitting on his side of the bed with a big smile on his face.
"Enjoying my discomfort, Sunshine?" Brian asked sarcastically.
"Of course not! How can you ask such a thing?" Justin couldn't believe Brian would think such a thing. The smile was gone from his face.
"Then what were you grinning about?"
"I was thinking about giving you a massage. I thought it might make you feel better, but if you don't want..."
"A massage sounds great, but since when do you do massages?"
"I can give a massage," Justin countered, a little hurt that Brian doubted him.
Brian raised an eyebrow, but the prospect of having some of his aches and pains rubbed just right made him reconsider a negative reply. "Okay," Brian said removing his towel and lying down on his stomach on the bed.
Justin grinned as he straddled his lover's legs and reached for the baby oil. He took a bottle of oil and squirted some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together warming the oil and started his massage at Brian's shoulders. He squeezed and pressed feeling the tension in Brian's neck and shoulders gradually release under his sensitive fingers. He heard Brian give a little groan as he worked on one particular knot that he had found in the curve between Brian's neck and shoulder.
"Is that a good spot?" Justin asked.
"Yeah," Brian said exhaling as the knot released. "You actually seem to know what you're doing."
Justin snorted. "I have many hidden talents."
"So it would seem," Brian admitted with a soft sigh.
Justin took that as encouragement that his massage was having the desired effect. He worked down Brian's spine, using pressure and gentle sweeps of his hand to relax all the muscles and hopefully expand the space between each vertebra. When that was accomplished Justin shifted farther down Brian's legs and started working on Brian's ass. Brian turned his head to look over his shoulder.
"Does that hurt?" Justin asked.
"A bit. I landed right on my butt. Is it turning black and blue?"
"Not yet, but it might," Justin said as he continued to rub gently. Brian's hole winked back at him as he squeezed and moved the flesh around. He let out a little groan of his own.
"What was that for?" Brian asked raising his head slightly.
"Um, nothing," Justin replied.
"Sunshine?" Brian said menacingly.
"It just looks so inviting," Justin said softly.
Brian snorted. "You want to take advantage of a poor injured man?"
"Well, maybe..."
"You have a sadistic streak."
"You know I wouldn't..."
"I'm just yanking your chain."
"Oh," Justin said. "So could I? I mean would you like it? Would it be too painful? I wouldn't want to make anything worse. But I really want..."
"Stop blathering and get to it," Brian ordered.
"You mean back to the massage?" Justin asked regretfully.
"Is that what we were talking about?"
"Well, no."
"Then get to what we were just talking about."
"Are ... are you sure?" Justin asked hesitantly. He could hardly believe that he had heard correctly.
"When have you known me to waffle?" Brian queried shifting his butt under Justin's skillful hands.
"UM, never. I'll get started right now," Justin said with a glowing grin on his face.
"And wipe that grin off your mug," Brian ordered.
Justin grinned even wider. Brian knew him so well, and being told to fuck Brian was not something that happened very often. Maybe this was what both of them needed.
Justin leaned down and traced the perimeter of Brian's hole with his tongue. He remembered the first time Brian had rimmed him, and went to work opening up his partner and hopefully making him feel the same degree of pleasure that he had felt that first time. As he worked his magic, Justin listened to Brian's breathing allowing it to tell him if Brian was enjoying what he was doing. After a few minutes Justin felt himself growing hard in anticipation.
"Are you ready?" he asked Brian.
"If you must," Brian sighed.
"I won't if you don't want me to," Justin said quickly, thinking that Brian was having second thoughts.
"Just do it before I change my mind," Brian ordered.
Justin suited up and used lube on himself and Brian. He positioned his cock pulling Brian's hips up to give him better access. He hesitated just for a moment wondering if he should be doing this, but Brian bucked back against him telling him he was ready too. Justin thrust forward breeching the muscles around Brian's hole. He paused for a second, waiting to see if Brian's body protested the invasion. When that didn't happen, he pressed further in. One more thrust and he was fully embedded. He paused again to relish the moment. This didn't happen very often. The heat and tightness of being inside his lover was almost overwhelming. Slowly Justin pulled back and thrust forward. Brian groaned beneath him.
"Does your butt hurt?" Justin asked concerned.
"Only in the best possible way," Brian whispered.
Justin smiled and went about his job with greater enthusiasm. Soon they were both sweating and grunting and lost in the feelings that coursed through them.
"I ... I have to..." Justin moaned. He reached for Brian's dick and tugged in rhythm with his thrusts.
It didn't take long for their orgasms to whip through them. Justin collapsed atop Brian's back, his chest heaving from his exertions. They were both still for a couple of minutes as aftershocks continued to ripple through them. Finally their breathing returned to close to normal, and the room stopped spinning.
"Um, Sunshine, could you shift your body off my injured back?" Brian mumbled.
"Oh, sorry," Justin replied rolling off Brian. He slipped off the condom and tied the end. "Are you okay?" he asked as he tossed it in the wastebasket.
Brian turned carefully onto his back. "I'll survive," he said.
"Just survive?" Justin asked staring at Brian. "I thought it was better than that."
"It was quite all right, twat, and I really am okay."
"That's great," Justin said with his sunshine smile. He slid closer to Brian and laid his head on the familiar chest content to listen to Brian's heart beat.
Brian reached for a cigarette and lit up. After a minute or two he had to ask, "Is my ass turning black and blue?"
"Mostly blue with a tinge of purple in one spot on the right cheek," Justin replied sleepily.
"Is that the artist's description of black and blue?"
"I'm just telling it like it is."
"Shit, I thought I might get away without it being visibly bruised."
"It won't be visibly bruised unless you show it to somebody," Justin said with a yawn. "Maybe you shouldn't show it to anyone else until you're all better," he suggested holding his breath as he awaited Brian's response. They weren't exactly exclusive at this point, but maybe this could be some kind of a start in that direction. "I'll take good care of you until the bruising goes away."
"I seem to remember you saying that earlier, and look what happened."
"Yeah," Justin grinned, "and I did take good care of you, didn't I?"
"Yes you did," Brian agreed. "You know, maybe this fucking detestable winter with its fucking vicious black ice has an up side to it."
Justin didn't replied. He just grinned to himself and thanked the powers that be for the strong arms around him as he fell asleep.
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