Agoraphobia

Chapter 8

"It's getting late, Sunshine. You should head back with Georgia, feed her and get some rest."

Georgia! She hasn't complained and has been sitting quietly near Brian, but she's usually eaten dinner by now. "Would you mind if I sleep on your sofa?" I blurt out suddenly. Huh? Where'd I get that? "It's just…" I find my voice getting quieter and quieter. "It's just, I feel safe with you. And you really helped me last night."

Brian's arms squeeze me a little and then he gets up. I feel suddenly cold out of his embrace although the temperature in his apartment is fine. "So long as you don't make it a habit, you can spend the night here since you had such a rough night last night. I'll get Georgia's damned food."

I breathe a sigh of relief. That went well, actually! "Thank you, Brian! The can of dogfood I tried to give you before is still on the counter."

"No doubt. You wouldn't want to use a cabinet or anything," he mumbles dryly. He goes and comes back with Georgia's food; she's up and waiting at the door for him with unbridled devotion. I take the can from him and he hands me a bowl and a can opener. I feed her and then go to Brian, who has left and entered his bedroom.

"I checked the cats' food dish and it's still pretty full," he tells me absently. "So's their water."

"Thanks so much, Brian." I pause. "So, I guess Georgia will be sleeping with you tonight, since you don't want her on the sofa."

"I have a big bed. You don't have to sleep on the sofa, Justin."

At that, I simply go over to him and hug him, pressing my lips against his soft mouth. I slowly push my tongue, silently asking for entry. He allows my tongue between his lips- fuck, he tastes like heaven! Well, I knew that. He slowly closes his eyes and but I don't close mine. I have to see him.

He pulls back and his eyes blink open, the warmth and light in them take my breath away; and I mean that literally. My breath catches in my throat. His face is inches from mine, his breath warms on my lips- FUCK. He looks concerned when he hears the hitch in my breathing. "Justin, are you alright? Do you need your inhaler? I think you left it on the floor where you had used it."

"No, I'm fine."

He examines me a moment and then appears satisfied. "Sunshine, I couldn't find any clean clothes in your apartment, so you can borrow some sweats if you want to lose that robe," he says quietly.

"I do want to lose the robe," I admit, and I drop it from my shoulders. It pools at our feet and I stand in front of him completely naked. This is not something I'd ever have been bold enough to do before I met Brian; but I want him so bad, I'm desperate.

He looks surprised by my audacity as well, and it takes him a moment before he turns to presumably get me some sweats. But I follow him, leaving the robe on the floor, and when he opens his dresser drawer I grab his wrist and turn him back towards me.

"Sunshine!" he protests- a bit weakly, I notice, as his eyes rake over my body.

I pull him towards me and we land on his bed, him on top of me, fully clothed, and me buck naked. I look into his eyes and put my hand behind his head, combing through his soft chestnut hair. I lead his face to mine as I gaze into his eyes. He doesn't protest again, much to my amazement. The kiss is luscious and deep and I try to keep from coming from simply kissing him like I did earlier.

*Simply* kissing, my ass. Brian kisses like a god or something- his kisses are better than anything I've ever dreamed a kiss could be like.

"Justin, you are an excellent kisser. And hotter'n hell," he mumbles.

I beam at him but his eyes are closed and he's leaned down for another kiss- and gets my teeth. He opens his eyes in surprise - I find I can't stop smiling. He chuckles. "You're also incredibly easy and gush over me WAY too much, Sunshine," he adds with a small smile of his own.

"I know…" I whisper. He's right. I put my hands under his shirt, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his back. I get serious as he leans down again and kisses me hard; I moan and start to pull his shirt off, breaking contact with his lips and tongue only long enough to push the shirt over his head. "Shit," I mumble against his mouth feeling his naked torso against my skin. I ravish him, tracing my hands all over his body. This whole time I haven't hardly closed my eyes even to blink. He tends to keep his eyes closed. We both have different ways of losing ourselves completely in passion.

I reach down and feel his long, thick, hard cock in his jeans. I fumble with the button and zipper to release him. I gasp when I feel how big he really is. Two thoughts race through the back of my mind: how the *hell* is that huge cock going to fit inside me without splitting me open? Then I think how, shit, I want him inside me desperately.

I slowly masturbate him, occasionally gently holding his balls and feeling their fullness.

He pulls away and I groan. "Where…? Where are you going? Brian, don't leave!"

"Not to worry, Sunshine," he snickers, standing to fully remove his pants. The sight of him completely naked makes my balls tingle in that familiar way before I cum; which I promptly do with nothing touching me except the fabric of his duvet on my back.

Brian looks at me incredulously, still standing naked next to the bed. "You came spontaneously like that?"

I feel my cheeks get very warm. "Sss…sorry!" I stutter.

He smiles and lies next to me. "Don't be. As I said earlier, it's hot when you cum."

"You're just so beautiful. I couldn't help it."

He smirks and rolls his eyes. "Justin, you *gotta* stop talking like that. Really. You're as 'beautiful' as I am if not moreso. You should stand in front of a mirror and jack yourself off several times a day."

I smile. "Ugh, no. I'm nothing like you—"

"Shut UP, Justin. Your constant self-deprecation about your looks *and* personality is stupid and ludicrous. I wish you'd get that. I like you, you're hot, so again, shut UP." He sounds pretty serious. "You're nice even if you're an overly sappy virgin with a crush. Stop beating yourself up over everything."

I'm quiet awhile. He seems really miffed. "I'm s…s…sorry."

"Sorry's bullshit. I'm just telling you, okay? Relax. I'm not mad or anything."

We're both quiet a few moments. He gently caresses my cheek with his fingertips, looking into my eyes. I'm momentarily hypnotized.

Then: "Have you ever had anyone cum without even touching himself? Cumming only by seeing you naked?" I ask impulsively.

He doesn't answer.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He smiles and reaches for a Kleenex to clean me off. He still says nothing; he leans over and kisses me and I feel myself harden again.

"Fuck…"

"Shhh…" he whispers. "Listen, okay? Slight change of topic: I have to ask you something, Sunshine…"

"What?" I gasp, still taken from our intense kiss.

"Are you sure you really want to do this, to fuck?"

No, I think to myself. I want to make love. I stay quiet though.

"I'm kind of breaking a promise to myself if we go on," he continues. "I mean, we just met, basically, and I've been turning you away as much as possible… it's been very difficult to do. Again, you're hot, you're interesting, I like you, I want you- and I don't want to turn you away. But I've told you already why I have been."

"Brian, I've never wanted any- ANYthing more. I've never wanted anyONE more. You're all I ever want. And we may not have met that long ago, but Brian, we know each other pretty fucking well. We've spent hours and hours together and I feel like I know you, your friends and your family intimately. I'm… don't panic at this- but I'm falling in love with you… please don't brush me off and tell me it's a crush again."

He stares at me for several moments, his deep hazel eyes reflecting the light coming from the living room so that the gold and green flecks shine and sparkle.

Then:

Georgia picks that moment to jump on the bed, startling us both. It seems she'd been sleeping peacefully on the bedroom floor. Till now.

"Georgia!" I admonish, cursing her timing. She puts her tail between her legs and shrinks away from me and towards Brian.

"Shhhh- Justin, it's okay, she didn't know you just dropped a bomb on me. Or maybe she did. She's not telling me at the moment- she's a little scared."

"I hardly ever yell at her."

"I'm guessing that would be why she's scared," Brian snickers. "She'll be okay." He tousles her head.

I reach over and pat her too, touching Brian's hand as I do. I feel the now familiar yet still unbelievable jolt of electricity at his simple touch. Georgia seems to relax.

"She's' not getting off this bed," Brian states, eyeing me. "She refuses."

"Shit. I can't do this in front of her. I can't fuck in front of her! I can't lose my virginity with her watching!"

Brian chuckles. "Okay. Your virtue was saved by your dog."

"SAVED? She ruined everything!" By now, my cock is soft and I feel the need to cover myself- not because of Brian, but because of Georgia. Yeah, that's weird, I know.

"Oh shut up, Justin. This probably was a bad idea anyway."

"NO, IT WASN'T!" I pull the duvet over myself hating Brian's calm acceptance of the circumstances. "I WAS ALMOST FUCKED INTO THE MATTRESS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE BY A MAN I WANT MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE!"

"Shhhh! Justin, don't yell. It'll happen, but if you're too self-conscious to do it in front of your *dog*, I don't see it happening tonight. Besides, you did get off, you know."

"Yeah, but you weren't even touching me! Just the sight of you made me cum! That's embarrassing!"

"Don't be embarrassed, Sunshine. I told you it was hot. And I'm flattered, to be honest," Brian admits to my surprise.

Brian kisses me and pulls me to him. "Justin…" He doesn’t continue.

"Yes?"

"Never mind…"

'Brian… I love you, too,' I think to myself. "You didn't get off," I say instead.

"I'll take care of it," he sighs, going into the bathroom.

"Stupid dog!" I hiss at Georgia.

She looks at me oddly- it's either a look of guilt or she's looking *smug*…

"You can't have Brian all to yourself, you know," I tell her. "Dumb dog," I add quietly, scratching behind her ears.

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