Chapter 18
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Sweet Redemption
Summary: The days leading up to the big `I do'.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A thousand thanks to my sweet friend Kristina Grönberg for the title.
Spoilers: None
The caterers cleared away the tables after dinner, leaving a few of them along the walls so people could sit and talk. The center of the flat became a huge dance floor and the dj turned up the volume a bit. Vince went up and whispered something to him, then the dj turned to his notebook of discs and selected something from the back of it.
Stuart wandered over to where Kate was standing with Richard and pressed his arm against hers. "Excellent hat," he said.
"You'd better say that if you know what's good for you," she said, grinning. "Look, the flowers are real."
"Yeah. I could tell." Stuart and Richard looked at each other and laughed knowingly.
"So, are you dancing with me, or what?" Kate asked, nudging him back.
"Gotta dance with my husband first, but definitely after. You don't mind, do you Richard?"
"I'd mind if you didn't," he said. "I was actually looking forward to sweeping Vince's mother off her feet. She's someone I'd like to talk to."
"Be careful," Kate warned. "She bites."
Stuart just laughed, looking around the room for Vince. He spotted him talking to Marcie and her husband over near the kitchen. Kissing Kate's cheek, Stuart excused himself and made his way across the room.
As he approached Vince's side, the dj began playing the song he requested. Vince met him halfway across the floor and held out his hands as Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic" filled the flat.
"Oh, God," Stuart said, smiling. "You and your Van Morrison. Is this it, then? Our first dance?"
"This is it," Vince said, slipping his arm around Stuart's waist then lacing the fingers of their free hands together. "You said I could pick the music."
"Mm." Touching his forehead to Vince's, Stuart kissed him softly and then almost unconsciously he let Vince lead.
For a while they danced by themselves and he could feel everyone watching them. Where normally Stuart loved to be watched, the eyes on them at that moment felt slightly intrusive. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to be alone with Vince and the intensity of the feeling made him take a deep breath.
"What?" his lover asked.
Stuart shook his head. "I . . . just can't wait to make love with you. To be alone."
"Aren't you having a good time?"
"'Course I am. It's a brilliant party. I'm just . . ." He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. "I'm greedy. I want you all to myself."
"Luv, you're stuck with me for the rest of your life," Vince said. "You'll have plenty of time to have me all to yourself. Besides," he brushed his nose against Stuart's softly. "The more anticipation you have to endure, the better my surprise will be."
Stuart shook his head. "You're killing me with that. I can't believe I'm not allowed to go into my own bedroom."
"You can go in," Vince said, his eyes twinkling. "Just not until the party's over and everyone's gone home."
Sighing, Stuart pressed his body close to his lover and touched their cheeks together. For a moment he closed his eyes and just swayed with Vince's movement, listening to the sweet song and feeling a little like he was floating. He could hear the other guests murmuring about how sweet they looked together and he felt a bit embarrassed by their attention. Turning his head, he leaned in to give Vince another kiss and they lingered on each other's lips for a breathless moment. Stuart could feel Vince's long eyelashes brushing his cheek.
"I love you to bits, you know," Vince whispered.
Stuart kissed him again but for the moment, he was unable to reply. His throat was tight with emotion and he felt like he would cry again if he spoke.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his mother and father join them on the dance floor and he was enormously relieved to have them out there. They passed close by and smiled at each other and then Judith and Adrian came out. Kate and Richard followed and Bernie and Hazel were next. Nathan actually got on the floor with his mother and Janice guided them over to Stuart and Vince.
"Congratulations," she said, leaning in to kiss both their cheeks. "The ceremony was just lovely. I cried like a baby."
"Yeah, we all did," Vince said, laughing. "We're really happy you could come, Janice. It's nice of you to be here."
She smiled at him sweetly. "I wouldn't have missed it."
Nathan never once looked at Stuart while his mother spoke to them. As they danced away, Vince chuckled a bit coldly.
"Poor bastard," he said. "He's still pining."
Stuart rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he couldn't care less."
"Are you?" Vince sounded surprised. "He's just another of us sad twats who are in love with you, Stuart. In case you forgot."
"I didn't forget and he's NEVER been in love with me. He just thought he was."
Still smirking, Vince glanced over at the lad in question. "Then why on earth does he look so bloody miserable?"
Kate and Richard swirled across the floor gracefully like a modern day Fred and Ginger. Once they made their way up to the boys, she bumped Stuart with her hip playfully. "Hey, big fella. You naked under there?"
He giggled. "Of course I am, woman."
She nodded impishly. "That's what I thought. Remind me to lift your skirt before I leave tonight."
"Oi," Vince teased. "He's a married man."
Kate laughed brightly. "And I'm a married woman! Oh, the scandal of it all."
"It'll be in the British tabloids in the morning," Richard said. "Nicole Kidman arrested for exposing the ass of an Irishman."
They all laughed at that and Stuart nearly stepped on Lisa's foot as they backed across the floor. She and Romey were right behind them, dancing cheek to cheek.
"Sorry," he said in an attempt to be civil. It WAS his wedding, after all, and Lisa was his guest.
Romey's girlfriend smiled at him coolly. "I'll forgive you this time. So, how does it feel being someone's husband, Stuart? Think you can stand the pressure?"
He looked at Vince and smiled into his eyes. "So far, it's bloody brilliant."
"Mm," Lisa said cynically. "We'll see how long you last in domestic bliss. Something tells me you'll start squirming soon."
"Lisa!" Romey scolded. "For God's sake."
"Well, wasn't it you who told me about that American bloke--the latest in what I'm sure is a long line of extracurricular shags?" Lisa went on. "He's probably still around somewhere, isn't he? Just waiting to pick up wherever you last got him off?"
"Fuck off," he snapped, his temper instantly flaring.
"All right," Vince interjected. He looked at Lisa directly. "Can't we get through one night without you two breathing fire at each other? Please don't wind him up, Lisa."
She rolled her eyes smugly. "I have to say, Vince. You're a bigger saint than I ever imagined, marrying him. I wish you oceans of luck."
"Right, that's enough." Romey sighed wearily and took Lisa's hand, walking her off the dance floor and over to a table along the wall.
"Fucking twat," Stuart hissed.
"Come on," Vince kissed his cheek. "Just forget her. You know she's jealous of you, don't you?"
"Jealous?" he said incredulously. "She hates me!"
"She hates your relationship with Romey," Vince explained patiently. "She hates that you could give Romey a baby and she can't. She hates that Romey always forgives you."
"She doesn't always," he said softly. "She's not forgiving me about Brian--obviously."
"Well, she's wrong on that," Vince said. "Brian was my fault, remember?"
They looked at each other as the song came to an end. Stuart pressed a little closer to his lover affectionately.
"I never thought that," he said. "I brought Brian into our lives because I couldn't refuse him."
Vince kissed him again, softly tugging his bottom lip with his teeth. "Do you know what?" he whispered.
"What?"
"I'm still not sorry about any of it."
Stuart frowned curiously. "But, he almost . . ."
"What he did was bring you closer to me than ever," Vince said. "He all but pushed you into my arms there at the end."
Stuart opened his mouth to say something when Romey came back. She was on her own that time and she smiled shyly at Vince.
"I hate to ask this, since it's your first dance and all, but may I cut in? Just for a moment."
He smiled at her. "Of course. I get to dance with him anytime I want to, now." He kissed Stuart's cheek then turned him over to Romey, crossing the then crowded dance floor and going to the bar.
Romey stepped into Stuart's embrace and they danced quietly for a moment as music segued into an old Nat King Cole song.
"Christ, I'm sorry, Stuart," she said ruefully.
"You didn't do it. It's that fucking Lisa. She tap dances on my last nerve, the cunt."
Romey scowled at him disapprovingly. "I never should have told her about Brian. She can't be trusted with information like that. It's too easy for her to use it as ammunition against you."
He shook his head and sighed irritably. "She can fuck off. I don't care what she says. She's wrong, anyway. I never cheated on Vince."
"What about Nathan?" she asked softly.
He frowned, scanning the room for the blond boy. "That was different," he mumbled.
"How is that?"
"Because. It just . . .was."
"Because you didn't love Nathan?" she said, her eyes intent upon his.
"Romey," he said crossly. "I don't want to discuss Brian Kinney at my wedding, all right? If you want to have a go at me about it, we'll schedule a persecution lunch when I get back from my honeymoon."
"All right," she conceded. "It's just that I was quite concerned when I met him, is all. I could tell there was something very intense between you two."
"So what? It's over now, clearly. I just married Vincent Tyler!"
Romey was still watching him very closely and he fidgeted under her scrutiny.
"You loved Brian, then?"
"Didn't I just say I don't want to talk about this?" He hooked her arm and walked her across the floor, taking her over to where Lisa was standing. "Here," he said, guiding her over to a chair next to her girlfriend. "Why don't you two gossip about my sex life amongst yourselves."
"Stuart!" Romey implored, but he was already off by then. He was done with the lesbians for that night.
Walking quickly across the room, he slipped into one of the guestrooms and sat down on the bed. The bathroom door opened just as he sat down and Reb came out, smiling at him brightly.
"Well hello there, handsome," she said.
"Hey." He forced himself to smile even though his heart was racing from anger. He gave Reb a kiss on the cheek and then she looked at him curiously.
"What's the matter, honey?"
He sighed. "Nothing. Sorry. I was just . . . having a bit of a row with one of my friends. She's pickin' on me."
"On your wedding night?" Reb said. "That's not very nice." She sat beside him on the bed and took his hand.
"No, but it's fairly standard procedure." He gave her hand a little squeeze then smiled at her more genuinely. "I'm really happy you made it, Reb. Thanks."
She tilted her head and looked at him speculatively. "Did your husband tell you I read his palm at the rehearsal dinner party?"
"I saw you do it," he said. "Through the window. Did you see anything interesting?"
Rebecca Kincaid sighed and nodded slowly. "As a matter of fact, I did. But I didn't tell him."
"Why not?"
"Because." She picked up her eyeglasses that were dangling from that chain around her neck and took Stuart's hand. Squinting through the lenses, she examined the lines there closely. "You see this line?" She traced the indentation around his thumb with her fingernail.
"You said that was my life line," he said, wanting her to know he'd been paying attention.
"Right," she said, looking at him over the edge of her glasses. "Yours is really long and solid. Remember, I told you that before?"
"Mm hm." He looked in his hand and focused on the line in question. "You also said Vince was the love of my life."
"He is."
"Did you see that in his hand, as well?" Stuart asked. "About me?"
"I did," Reb replied. "And I also saw that he was going to be very happy and fulfilled in his life. That will also be because of you."
A small seed of anxiety began to form in Stuart's chest as he looked at her then. "So, what did you see that you didn't tell him?"
Reb tilted Stuart's hand so he could clearly see what she was doing. She used her index and middle fingers to measure equal distances on his life line. "The life line is separated into fifteen year increments," she said. "You see here, at fifteen, your love line crosses your life line. That's when you met Vince."
"Right," he said, growing steadily more apprehensive as she spoke.
"His hand had similar marks for the time when he met you. Now, here is your thirty year mark. You see this finer line here coming off your love line and connecting once again with your life line." She smiled at him. "That's today, honey. That represents your marriage."
He returned her smile, even though he felt more like screaming.
"Here at your fifty-five year mark, there's a break. You see it?"
He looked in his hand hoping he wouldn't see the break, but he did. There it was in bold relief. "What's it mean?"
"Well," she said. "If you believe all this hocus pocus, that line says that there will be a massive change in your life at that time. You see that the love line runs parallel with your life line for the whole time--all the way through your life, never ending, never broken. But here, at this point, the relationship changes in a gigantic way."
His heart beating sickly, Stuart looked in her eyes. "What did it say in Vince's hand? Did he have a break there, as well?"
She held his hand in her lap and simply said "yes. So, if you believe all this hooey, your relationship will move to a different path around the fifty-five year mark. You'll always be together, you are each other's one and only love, but the way you experience togetherness will change at that time."
He looked at his hand again, staring at the lines almost accusingly. "That's twenty five years."
"Yes, it is," she said softly. "A good long time to be in love in this way. But make everything count, honey. Don't waste any chances to spoil him and smother him with love. You'll be very happy together, there's no doubt about that. But you have to pay attention, Stuart. Make your time together very full."
He looked at her for a long time before he said anything else, both of them listening as the music in the main room changed again and a U2 song began to play.
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?" she said gently.
Stuart could only nod.
"Okay." Reb patted his leg affectionately then stood up. "Now that you know it, I want you to forget it," she said. "Just put it out of your mind as soon as you can. All this fortune telling stuff is there because people need something to hold on to, sweetie. But no one knows if it's true. No one's ever come back from the other side to tell us we're right or wrong about what's out there. There is no way to know, so we just guess. All this could be a bunch of crap for all we know."
"The first bit of it's true," he said in a small voice. "Why wouldn't the last bit be?"
She shrugged. "Because the last part is the future and no one knows the future for sure." Reb put a kiss on his head, then she turned his face up so he was looking at her. "I want you to know that I thought long and hard about telling you this at all," she said. "Just when I had decided not to, I saw you up there today. I could see how much you need him, Stuart. I felt it wouldn't be fair if I knew something like this and didn't tell you--even if it all does turn out to be hog wash. But you probably think I'm being horribly unfair by telling you, don't you? Cruel, even."
He shook his head. "I know why you told me." He stood up and put his arms around her, giving her a tight hug. He spoke softly against her ear. "You don't know this, but I made Vince wait a long time to be with me. I wasn't always kind to him--in fact, I was a right twat to him. Often."
She looked at him and held his hands, waiting for him to continue. But her expression told him she already knew what he would say.
"I don't deserve him loving me at all," he went on. "I meant that when I said it to him this afternoon. He's wonderful and I've treated him like shit for most of our lives."
"But in this current phase," she said consolingly. "You're giving him all your love."
Stuart nodded. "Yeah. And if this map in our hands is true, then I'll get to do that for twenty five years."
Reb smiled. "That's right. You'll get to do it for as long as you live, honey. But you get to do it together for the time you've got." She put her hands on his face. "Make every second count."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "It's appropriate, actually," he said softly. "It's right that it would go like this. Sort of . . . balanced, you know?"
She nodded. "Hm. This journey through life is very well-tailored in that way. Every action having an equal and opposite reaction, and all that. It's the wise traveler who knows and accepts the hand of fate." She kissed him on the cheek and gave him a smile. "Now, I want you to promise me that you'll forget about this. You can't have this thought in your mind when you wake up every day, Stuart."
He shook his head. "I won't," he said. "He'll see it . . . he reads me like a book."
"Right, then. So you put it out of your mind. Don't leave it anyplace where your sweet man can find it."
Vince appeared in the doorway then with his hands on his hips. "Blimey, there you are," he said. "What, are you hiding?" He walked in and gave Reb a kiss on the cheek, then he looked at Stuart with a worried frown. "What is it?"
"Nothin'," Stuart said, knowing Vince could see the redness in his eyes. "Reb was just telling me a sad story. She mushed me out a bit."
"He's just emotional," she said. "He got married today."
"Really?" Vince said playfully. "Congratulations!" He pulled Stuart into a hug and gave him a good hard squeeze. "Who's the lucky bloke?"
"Oh, just some twat I've known for seventeen years."
Reb laughed and started for the door. "I expect a dance from both of you before this party's over," she admonished cheerfully.
"Absolutely," Stuart said. He gave her a secret smile as she left them alone.
Vince turned to him with a knit in his brow. "What was that all about?"
"What?"
"You were crying when I came in," he said, his voice low and concerned. "What did she say to you?"
Stuart shrugged. "Really, she was just telling me a sad story about her and her husband before he died. She's right, I AM emotional today. Crying at the drop of a hat and then that fucking Lisa almost made me rip her head off."
Vince chuckled even though he clearly didn't want to. "You two are impossible together. In some parallel universe, Lisa's you."
"Oh, fuck off!" Stuart swatted Vince's ass through his tuxedo trousers and they both laughed out loud.
Vince pulled him into a cuddle, burying his nose in Stuart's neck. "Mmmmm," he purred. "You smell so good . . ." Nuzzling the curls on Stuart's neck away, he put a kiss on the dark love bite still visible there. "Has anyone said anything to you about that?"
"Your mother," Stuart said, snickering. "She called you a cannibal."
Vince lifted his eyebrows. "Ah, if she only knew." He nipped Stuart's bottom lip then kissed him deeply.
The contact made his blood boil and Stuart sighed, pulling Vince close to him as they kissed. He felt his cock swelling as he savored his lover's mouth and he rubbed wantonly against Vince's body.
"Stop it," Vince warned.
"You're the one that kissed me!"
"For Christ's sake!" Kate shouted as she walked through the door on her way to the loo. "Would you two please just find a corner somewhere and DO each other?? The tension is killing me!" She giggled as she shut the door.
Vince blushed as he laughed, looking in Stuart's eyes again. "Oh my God. I'm completely dyin' for you."
Stuart lifted his chin and put a kiss between his lover's eyebrows. "Let's go dance for a bit and then we'll cut the cake. As soon as that's done, people will start to leave." He pressed himself flush against his lover's body again and whispered in his ear. "And the sooner they leave, the sooner we can shag ourselves stupid."
Smiling, Vince took Stuart's hand and led him out to the main room again. The dj had just stepped up the pace and put on some dance music. Stuart tugged Vince's arm and all but dragged him out to the middle of the floor, pulling him in close so they could rub against each other a bit. In no time half the guests were either dancing or preparing to dance and Stuart forgot all about those lines in his husband's hand.
At least for the time being.
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Justin:
Lying on his back on Brian's bed, Justin watched the object of his obsessive desire moving around the bedroom as he unpacked his stuff from London. After the last blow job Brian had given him, Justin felt like taking a nap so he curled up amid the piles of dirty clothes on the bed--all of which smelled wonderfully of Brian's body-- and crashed out. About an hour later, he woke up feeling very refreshed and wishing Brian would come back to bed.
Seeing that Justin was awake again, Brian reached for a white plastic sack on the bed and handed it to him. "I got you a present."
"You're kidding." He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with his fingers. The white bag was from Harvey Nichols and it contained something soft swathed in tissue paper. He opened it carefully, letting the contents drop out onto his naked lap.
Justin unwrapped the tissue paper to reveal an incredibly soft long sleeved sweater in a gorgeous cornflower blue. He could tell by looking at it that the horizontally ribbed knit was designed to fit close to the body and the sleeves were extra long for that don't-I- look-cute-wearing-my-big-brother's-clothes look. He held it up to his bare chest and the soft fabric tickled his nipples deliciously.
"Brian, this is so nice."
Sitting on the bed, Brian lifted the young man's chin so he could see his eyes in comparison to the sweater. "I'll be damned," he said. "Mikey was right."
"Huh?"
"This sweater came in navy and in this color," Brian said. "I actually picked the navy blue one first for you and Mikey said this one was better. He said it would match your eyes. He was right."
Justin blinked. "Michael knows what color my eyes are?"
"Apparently." Brian winked mischievously. "Maybe he's got the hots for you."
"Gross," Justin muttered, then he looked up apologetically. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be . . . you know, disparaging to your friend or anything. Michael's just not my type."
Brian chuckled. "I doubt he'd be offended. You're not his type, either. You're about thirty years too young."
Justin smiled, then pulled the new sweater over his head. The wool was soft but it still scratched him a little. He would have to wear a t-shirt under it, but otherwise it fit perfectly. He smoothed the fabric down then looked at Brian for approval. "Well?"
"Nice," he said. "Do you like it?"
"It's great. I . . . can't believe you got me a gift. You didn't have to."
"I know." Brian grabbed a pile of dirty clothes off the bed and walked them over to the closet where he pitched them into the hamper.
"You're bursting with energy," Justin noted. "What got into you?"
Brian walked over to the dresser and picked up the half empty bottle of Pedialite. "Your health teacher was right about this. Just so you know."
Justin smiled. "I thought you didn't have jet lag."
Brian had no reply.
Fluffing up the pillows and settling back against the headboard, Justin posed seductively still wearing the sweater but nothing else. He hoped that if he looked enough like a shameless sex kitten, he would tantalizing Brian back to bed.
Grabbing the rest of the dirty clothes from the other side of the bed, Brian sorted through them briefly, then hucked them into the hamper along with the rest. He stood by the bed looking at his young companion with a tiny, sexy smile tugging his curvy lips.
"What?" Justin said, all innocence and light. "See something you like?"
"How many guys did you do while I was gone?" Brian asked suddenly.
Justin's eyes widened in surprise. Brian had never clocked his conquests before. "Uh, two. Almost three, but the guy asked me to do something that I'd never heard of, so I told him no."
"What did he ask you?" Brian said, his brow knitting. Squirming, Justin pursed his lips. "You're gonna laugh."
"Why would I laugh?"
"Because it's probably something really obvious and you'll laugh cuz I don't know what it is."
Annoyed, Brian shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous. What did this guy ask you to do?"
Chewing his lip, Justin thought for a few more seconds before he answered. "He asked if I was into felching."
Brian's brow raised and he did laugh a little, but it seemed to be from genuine amusement rather than ridicule. "I'm guessing he was older than you."
"Yeah," Justin said, shrugging. "Older than me, younger than you."
"Asshole."
Chuckling, he rolled onto his side and showed his lean, smooth naked hip as it stuck out from the hem of the cornflower blue sweater. "Don't you want to come and play with me?" He batted his eyes invitingly.
"In a minute," Brian said. "Do you want me to tell you what felching is in case someone else asks you to do it in the future?"
Justin nodded. He'd wanted to ask Brian about this ever since it happened, but he really had been afraid his more experienced companion would laugh at him. "Is it something gross? It is, huh?"
Brian smirked. "That depends on your point of view. I rather like it, myself, but I'm a big perv."
"You can say that again," Justin teased sarcastically.
Brian stuck his tongue out then lunged across the bed, spreading his body over Justin's naked legs and then rolling him onto his other side as he crawled across the mattress. Justin giggled and smacked Brian's firm ass. Brian reached into the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out a small stack of glossy magazines.
"Felching porn?" Justin asked.
"Not specifically, but there's a few visual aids in here that might help you get the gist." He rifled through one of the mags and Justin caught a few rather alarming images as the pages fluttered by. Most of the shots were hardcore leather scenes that appeared to involve multiple partners.
"Should I be worried?" he said, peering over Brian's shoulder.
He shook his head dismissively. "What I jerk off to and what I DO are not the same things. I doubt they are for most people. Here, look." He held up a page of the magazine and Justin took it, frowning at the intensely graphic images there.
"WHAT is he doing?"
"Felching--the textbook definition--is to suck recently deposited ejaculate out of the anus. Or, less technically, when a guy fucks another guy without a condom and comes inside him, then he or someone else sucks the spunk back out. Sometimes it's even done with a straw so there's nothing spilled."
Justin gaped in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me? A straw??"
Brian was laughing then but only because Justin was trying to be funny. He nodded to the magazine and Justin looked at the series of photos there. The pictures showed two guys fucking and the last picture showed the top eating the bottom's ass afterward. Justin shook his head.
"Wait, and you like this?"
"With the right person, yeah." Brian lay on his side and rested his head on his hand, seeming to be waiting for the next inevitable question from his student.
"I'm sorry, but it sounds completely gross."
"In theory, yeah," he said. "But at the moment . . . at the RIGHT moment, it can be really fucking hot." Brian's expression clouded briefly but the shadow disappeared as soon as it came. Justin wondered if he was remembering something that upset him but he thought better of asking. Not that day, anyway.
Setting the magazine aside, Justin draped his naked legs over Brian's hip and looked at him seductively. "Felching doesn't sound very safe."
"Obviously not. You have to really trust the person you're with."
"And you've done it? You knew someone you trusted that much?"
Brian just nodded. "But that doesn't mean I think YOU should do it."
"What if I do it with you?"
He stroked the blond hairs on Justin's calves. "You just said you thought it was completely gross. Why do you even want to try it?"
"I don't know," he said, gently picking at the hem of his fabulous new sweater. "It sounds gross, but it also seems really . . . intimate. And I love the way you taste." He watched Brian's eyes when he said that, checking for any change in his expression.
There was a slight variation, but it was almost imperceptible. Brian's eyes flashed and then he looked away for a second as though he was hatching a plan. When his gaze returned, he was smirking impishly. "You know what?"
"What?"
"You blew me away earlier . . . the way you rimmed me," he said, crawling up the bed to lie beside the boy on the same pillows. "You've been practicing?"
Justin laughed a little shyly. "Only on my pillow." He lowered his voice to a purry growl. "I fantasize about doing that to you all the time. I really do love the way you taste."
Brian's lips spread in a Cheshire grin and he scooted closer to Justin on the bed. For a moment they just looked at each other, fingers tentatively searching smooth patches of skin wherever they found them.
"Kiss?" the young man asked, licking his lips to make them more inviting.
Brian kissed him, long and slow and sweet. Justin sighed and curled up into the warmth of his lover's body.
"God, you are the most amazing kisser," he said.
Brian nibbled his earlobe and sighed hot breath against his neck. "You taste so sweet today . . . like honey and cantaloupe. What have you been eating?"
"You. See what I mean? You're yummy . . ." Justin lifted his chin and kissed Brian again, rubbing up against him hungrily. He was hard again and tingling everywhere and the soft woolen sweater was making him feel too warm. Straddling Brian's lean hips, Justin sat up on top of him and pulled the sweater over his head. He could feel Brian's strong erection under his jeans as he stroked Justin's tummy with his hands.
Carefully setting the sweater aside so it wouldn't get rumpled, Justin leaned over and lifted the hem of Brian's t-shirt. As he placed little kisses along that smooth belly, he watched Brian's face closely. "Want me to do it again?" he whispered. More kisses lead him to Brian's pink, succulent nipples and he licked them until they stood up, tense and sensitive.
Brian looked right in his eyes and grinned mischievously. "I'd love for you to do it again. Would you mind a few pointers?"
"You said I blew you away," Justin replied childishly.
"You did."
"Doesn't that mean I was good at it?"
"Yes," Brian said, his eye-color beginning to darken like it always did when he was aroused. "But wouldn't you like to be LEGENDARY?"
Grinning, Justin scooted down on the bed until he'd wiggled between Brian's legs. He pulled off his jeans and tossed them on the floor, then he softly stroked those long sexy thighs.
Reaching behind his head, Brian pulled one of the pillows out and handed it down to the boy. "Put this under my ass."
Justin scooted the pillow under the small of Brian's back and smiled at the delectable way it elevated his body. Those lean powerful legs relaxed and opened for him and Justin's mouth watered at the site of his lover's lengthening erection. He couldn't resist bending over and licking Brian's cock, savoring the heat and tension of the silky skin.
"Not too much attention on my cock," Brian said. "Your plan should be to make me wiggle and squirm from having your tongue up my ass--you might even make me come without ever touching my cock if you do it right."
Justin wiggled his eyebrows. "You've done that to me before."
"Yeah, but you're eighteen."
He rolled his eyes.
"Now, use your fingers like you were doing before," Brian instructed. "Stroke my thighs and the backs of my knees. I like that."
Concentrating, Justin did as he was told, softly petting the hairs on Brian's legs. He slipped his fingers into the warm crook behind his knees and rubbed the skin there lightly, pleased when Brian sighed and spread his legs even more.
"Mmmm . . . that's right . . . Now, pay attention to your instincts. What do you feel like doing next?"
Justin thought about his answer, his eyes devouring Brian's body as he lay there on his back. "I want to taste you," he said. "I want to put my tongue inside you."
"Already?" Brian grinned. "Fine, then. Cut to the chase if you want. You won't hear me complain."
Smiling devilishly, Justin laid down on the bed, rubbing his itching cock against the duvet as he flattened out between Brian's legs. Resting on his elbows, he could still reach the long muscles in Brian's thighs and he continued to stroke them softly. He knew he was being impatient, but he was craving the luscious control he'd felt earlier when he'd pleased Brian in this way. He couldn't wait to make him squirm.
"Kisses first," Brian said softly, patiently. He'd propped his head up on the remaining pillows so he could watch the proceedings in comfort. "I like to have my cheeks kissed and my thighs. Don't suck my cock yet. Save that."
Justin nodded then wet his lips, peppering soft kisses all over his lover's inner thighs. He nuzzled the smooth skin of Brian's fantastic ass then put kisses there, too. As he moved down below Brian's balls, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. God, he loved that smell. Before he even thought about it, he was licking Brian's hot little pucker and he felt his lover tense up slightly from the sudden contact.
"Ooooo . . ." he groaned. "Easy, now. Go slow. Lick up and down then make circles. Keep your tongue really wet, Justin . . . and be a little gentle at first. Increase the pressure gradually . . ."
He could tell that following Brian's instructions was going to become difficult as they both became more and more aroused, but Justin had always been a good student. He decided to try to look at this as any other homework assignment, regardless of how excited it made him. In order to do well, he would have to apply himself. Wetting his tongue, he traced a line up and down Brian's hot crack and then started those slow, gentle circles around the anus itself. Brian moaned and Justin almost laughed he was so happy.
"Yesss . . . just keep doing that . . . mmmm . . ." He wriggled on the pillow and spread his legs as wide as he could, lifting his hips up into Justin's mouth. "That's so . . . good . . ." he purred. "Now . . . lick my cock. Just once, all the way up to the slit . . . nice and slow, tease the nerves . . ."
Justin ran his tongue up and over Brian's balls, then he lapped gently up his burning shaft. When he reached the swollen head, he dabbed his tongue into the wet slit and tasted the salty fluid there, then he licked all the way around the edge of the swollen tip before starting his descent back to his prize. By the time he returned to those wet circles around his anus, Brian was trembling.
"Perfect . . ." he said, his long fingers digging into the duvet on either side of the pillow under him. He wiggled and rolled his hips trying to gain more contact with the probing tongue but Justin knew he should keep teasing. After all, this was a game of seduction, wasn't it?
"You're doing great," Brian said breathlessly. "Use your fingers and spread my cheeks so my hole is more exposed to your mouth."
Justin did this, still licking the tender ring of wrinkled skin. His fingers pressed back the flesh of Brian's lean butt cheeks and then he bent down and covered the flexing anus with his open mouth. At first he kissed, then he sucked and Brian went crazy.
"Oh, yes!" he gasped. "That's it . . . suck on it, stick your tongue inside . . . oh God!" He writhed on the bed so violently that Justin had to hold him down in order to carry out his latest instructions.
Gently but insistently, he bit Brian's thigh until he held still, looking into his eyes with impatient lust. "Quit wiggling so much," Justin said forcefully.
Brian stared at him for a moment and then he started laughing. "Oh, yes sir. Excuse me."
Grinning smugly, Justin took a breath and said "I think I was right, Brian. You need a good long fuck."
Brian reached out to his left and into the bedside table drawer. He snatched a condom, tossing it onto his own sweat-damp belly. "Don't just talk about it, blondie. Put your dick where your mouth is." He reached back into the drawer and grabbed a tube of KY, which he also tossed onto his belly. His eyes sparkled beautifully with lust and mischief and he couldn't keep himself from smirking. Brian was clearly having fun.
With his heart racing so fast and hard he thought he would pass out, Justin got up on his knees and reached for the condom packet, tearing it open with his teeth. Surprised by his own dexterity, he rolled the sheath onto his throbbing erection with one hand then he picked up the lube and flipped the top. Remembering their first time together, he decided to be a little ornery. Holding the tube just above Brian's anus, Justin squeezed hard and a cold blob of the slippery stuff made sudden contact with that terribly sensitive orifice.
Flinching and then laughing again, Brian reached down so he could hold onto Justin's thighs. "You little shit," he breathed.
"Is that cold? Don't worry, it'll heat up," Justin said, his front teeth capturing the tip of his tongue. He rubbed some of the lube on his latex covered erection, then he moved into position. Looking into Brian's eyes, he said "fingers?"
After a moment's consideration, Brian nodded. "Yeah, give me a little stretch."
His fingers still slick with KY, Justin put his second and middle finger close together and slid them inside Brian's hot, willing opening. He was amazed by the intense temperature of the relaxed but still tight orifice and his imagination went crazy with thoughts of how it would feel to have his cock enveloped by all that caressing heat. He rubbed his fingers in and out, stroking gently and carefully stretching the tissue while he kept a close eye on Brian's expression.
Those beautiful hazel eyes slid closed and his lips parted as he sighed with pleasure. A slight tremor went through Brian's body as he lifted into the penetration and his cock shivered with his rapid heartbeat. Justin could feel Brian's pulse on his fingers and see it throbbing in the large veins that mapped his big cock.
He continued stroking with his fingers for a few more seconds, then pressed forward and concentrated on Brian's grasping opening. He lifted Brian's right leg and hooked the knee over his own shoulder, loving the weight of that well-defined limb. Taking care to imitate the movements Brian used on him, Justin pulled his fingers out then instantly slid his erect cock in, pushing all the way up to his balls in one smooth stroke.
Brian's fingers tensed on his thighs and Justin knew he would have little bruises there in the pattern of his lover's grasp. For a moment, he just froze, holding his breath and all but reeling from the hot, squeezing pleasure surrounding his cock. Brian looked right in his eyes, his chest heaving with his shallow breaths. Justin could feel each of those breaths as they pulled in and out and he waited while Brian's body grew accustomed to the new intrusion.
Brian groaned and pulled himself closer to Justin with his bent leg, tugging the boy's upper body forward in the process. Justin let all the air out of his lungs in a long shuddering breath and then he felt his blood rush through his body, making all the nerve endings come alive. His nipples tingled and the weight of the little ring dangling from the right one became a tiny torture device. The edge of Brian's leg brushed the ring when he shifted forward and Justin groaned from the contact. Like the expert he was, Brian was paying close attention to his lover's responses and he reached up to pull on Justin's nipples. He sighed gratefully and they smiled at each other.
"Being in there makes you really sensitive, doesn't it?" Brian said.
Justin could only nod. His balls were already tightening and he knew he had to concentrate desperately in order to keep from coming too soon. When he looked at Brian again, that gorgeous hunk of man was smirking.
"You okay?" he asked knowingly.
"I . . . uh . . . God, Brian . . . you feel amazing inside . . . I'm afraid my youth is going to betray me here . . ."
"Just relax," Brian said. "Take a deep breath." He reached between his legs and pressed Justin's body back a little, forcing him to draw his cock about half way out. Brian snaked his fingers around the boy's taut erection at the base and pressed his thumb into the soft tissue right above his balls.
Justin flinched and looked up irritably. "What are you doing?"
Still smiling, Brian held onto that spot for a few seconds. "Just breath, Justin. This will keep you from coming right away."
"It sorta hurts," he complained.
Licking his slightly swollen lips, Brian whispered "just breathe. I'm not going to hurt you. You know better than that."
Justin closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, feeling the pressure of Brian's thumb gently working its uncomfortable magic. After a few moments, he let go and guided Justin's body forward again with the knee over his shoulder. When his cock slid back in to the hilt, Brian let out a deep moan.
"Better?" he asked.
Justin nodded. He did feel like he had a bit more control and thankfully that unpleasant pinching sensation was gone. He felt the head of his cock tingle as it stroked all the tender spots inside Brian's body. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself with his knees on the bed and gently pulled his hips back. The stroking was delicious, almost unbearable, and he bit the insides of his cheeks to take his mind off the insane pleasure.
Brian met his first thrust evenly and they both sighed. The next thrust was longer and Justin almost slipped out, but Brian arched forward at just the right moment, controlling the distance between them gracefully. For the first few moments it seemed Brian was simply topping from below, but after they established a rhythm they both liked, the older man relaxed and let the kid drive.
Justin held onto Brian's raised leg with his hand, teasing the hairs on his thigh with his fingers. Every muscle in his young body was tight and focused on the task at hand and his thoughts became a blur of the luscious visions in front of him. Brian's face was contorted in pleasure and his beautiful body was glowing with sex sweat. Justin wished he could lick Brian everywhere while he was fucking him. He wished he could taste the pleasure he was giving this man he just couldn't get out of his system.
Brian's cock was dark red with blood and it thumped his tight belly every time they moved. His thighs grew more and more tense and the temperature inside his body increased to the point where he felt feverish. He groaned and tried to keep his eyes open so he could watch everything Justin did, his long fingers exploring every reachable surface of they young man's body.
Shifting slightly and pressing Brian's thigh open even wider, Justin leaned forward all the way so they could kiss. Brian's hands slid down around Justin's butt cheeks and stroked them firmly as their pace increased. The kiss was wet and frenzied and they were both gasping and panting as they raced each other to orgasm.
Inside Brian's body, Justin could feel the tissue swelling and squeezing his cock with every thrust. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and he actually said a silent prayer that Brian would come first. While they were tonguing each other's mouths and lips, Justin whispered to him.
"Do you want me to touch your cock?"
Eyes half-lidded with lust, Brian smiled at him. "You can do it, baby. Lift your hips a little . . . that's it . . push up on your forward thrust . . . good . . . ahhh . . .perfect." Brian held onto his neck and drove his tongue into Justin's mouth. The heat inside his body became almost alarming and then he cried out, tossing his head back on the pillows under him.
On the first contraction, Justin's cock felt like it was being squeezed in a vice and his orgasm was suddenly all over him, ripping through him like a seizure. It was so intense, it hurt a little and he bit his bottom lips as he moaned. They were moving so fast and so roughly by then, he barely noticed when he tasted blood in his mouth.
Brian's cock exploded between them, the hot ropes of creamy fluid splattering both their chests. A hot splash of it hit Brian's chin as he moaned and it dripped down his outstretched throat like the money shot in a porn flick. Justin was suddenly laughing out loud and Brian looked at him curiously.
"What the fuck . . ?" he said and then he must have felt the moisture on his face. He wiped the semen away with his hand and then he laughed, as well.
"It was like you planned it," Justin said, the fit of giggles getting worse as he slowly began to slip his cock out of Brian's body. The spasms were still going on in there, but they were ebbing softly.
Brian reached for his cock and played with the swollen head as he lowered his legs, drawing out the last of the tingling pleasure. He sighed, stretching out on the bed to catch his breath. He was flushed all over and he was even more gorgeous than usual. Justin laid beside him and just looked at his face while he let his own respiration find its way back to normal.
After a while Brian looked over at him. For a moment, they just watched each other's faces and then Brian's perfect lips spread in a little grin. He held up his left hand, palm flat and Justin reached up and high-fived him. They laughed again.
"Not bad, grasshopper," Brian said. "Not bad at all."
Justin scooted across the mattress until their bodies connected and rested his head on Brian's shoulder. He could hear his heartbeat and he listed for a few minutes while it continued to slow down to its normal rate. Brian softly pet the young man's back with his hand, but Justin didn't think he was aware of doing it.
When he felt reasonably certain Brian was relaxed and calm again, he said "so, are you still sad?"
He felt Brian tense slightly. "I never said I was."
Looking up into that handsome face, Justin smiled sweetly. "Okay. Never mind, then. Don't get all cranky."
Brian just looked at him for a moment, then he shook his head and sighed. "It's nothing life-threatening, Justin. I'll get over it."
"I know. I just wanted to help. Take your mind off it for a while."
Tilting his head forward, Brian gave his young lover a kiss. "You did that," he said, then he smirked. "You were pretty much my one and ONLY thought for a good twenty minutes."
Justin chuckled gleefully. "Good to know." He gave Brian another kiss, then settled back down on his chest, loving the heat of the older man's body. "That . . . was REALLY fun."
"Mm," Brian concurred, his fingers still tracking up and down Justin's back.
"You won't be sore, will you?"
"A little bit," he said. "But that's okay. It's good, in fact. Let's me know I got properly laid."
Justin couldn't help grinning like a fool as he relaxed there on Brian's chest, reveling in the best afterglow of his entire life
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