Going or Staying

Chapter 14

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He lowered Justin to his feet beside the bed, their lips still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. The blond's arms were around his neck, fingers carding through his hair. Brian's own hands skimmed down the slim back of his partner to cup the ass he'd been denied too long.

"God," Brian gasped when their mouths finally separated. "You are so fucking hot."

"Brian," Justin moaned, tilting his head back to allow his lover's mouth access to the smooth column of his throat. "I need you," he whispered. "Please."

"Shhh," Brian soothed, his mouth returning to gently suckle on the plump bottom lip he craved. "We have lots of time."

As though to prove his point, he slowly proceeded to remove the blond's t-shirt, gently kissing his way up the creamy skin as it became exposed. Lifting his arms, Justin allowed the garment to be pulled over his head before returning his hands to the hard body of his lover.

Taking their time, they undressed one another, each reveling in the sight slowly being revealed to eyes too long starved. When they were both naked, Brian eased his young lover onto his back and covered the trembling body with his own.

"I'm going to take you places you've only dreamed of, Sunshine," he whispered, his hot breath bathing the blond's ear.

Justin shivered at the sensation, his entire body trembling with anticipation. Blinking back tears, he met his lover's gaze with his own. "You always do," he whispered sincerely. "Every time."

Brian's breath caught in his throat at the sheer adoration shining in those blue eyes. Panic rose within him as he doubted his ability to live up to such an image, then turned to a sort of awe as he realized he already had, always would as long as Justin loved him.

A surge of raw emotion coursed through him and he lowered his head to capture the younger man's lips in a soul-shattering kiss, stealing his lover's breath only to replace it with his own.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his tongue down over the blond's chin to his throat planting an open-mouthed kiss on his adam's apple before continuing his journey downward. He left a trail of soft kisses across the creamy skin of his chest as he tracked a path to one nipple, drawing the sensitive nub between his lips to coax it to hardness. Once satisfied with the result, he turned his attention to its twin, continuing his ministrations until the two hard peaks stood at attention.

Glancing up, he could only smile at the wanton sight before him. Justin's back was arched, his head thrown back, his mouth open in a silent exclamation of sheer ecstasy. His breath came in soft pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly in his heightened state of arousal. Slowly, Brian moved upward, cupping his lover's face in his hands and commanding the attention of those deep pools of blue. "You OK?" he asked gently, still mindful of the younger man's recent injury.

Justin could only nod as he stared into the affection-filled eyes.

"Just relax," Brian breathed, placing a hand on the smaller man's chest. "Lay back and enjoy." After depositing a chaste kiss on the full lips, he returned to the path he'd so recently vacated, resuming a trail of warm kisses down the flat stomach. His hands followed the trail blazed by his mouth, long fingers stroking sensitive skin, feeling the flesh beneath them tremble in response.

"Brian," the blond gasped as his lover's mouth reached his throbbing cock. "Brian, please."

The last was said on a whimper and Brian raised his eyes to see his lover's hands fisted tightly in the bedding, his face contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain. Knowing the other man's body as well as his own, it was evident that release was the blond's primary need at the moment. They'd have time to savour each other later, but at that particular point in time, the writhing man beneath him desperately needed to get off.

"Ok," he soothed, stroking the slim hips with his hands. "Stay with me, Justin. Almost there."

Unable to voice a response, the blond merely nodded, opening his eyes to meet those of his lover. Maintaining the contact for a few seconds, Brian offered a small smile of encouragement before returning to his task. Holding the man's hips still, he slowly licked the length of the leaking shaft from base to tip. He felt a shudder wrack the smaller body and repeated the action, taking time at the end of the journey to swirl his tongue around the head before jabbing it into the weeping slit.

"God!" Justin cried out, his back arching impossibly further as a result of being unable to buck into the warm mouth.

Taking the response as encouragement, Brian lowered his mouth, drawing in the entire length until he could feel the head hit the back of his throat. Relaxing the muscles there, he took it in even further before swallowing hard. He got the desired affect. Justin screamed his name and shuddered violently as thick streams of cum erupted from his fully engulfed cock.

Brian swallowed every drop, and then gently licked the throbbing organ clean before moving up to lie beside his lover. The blond was breathing heavily and shivering with the aftershocks of release. Pulling him close, Brian wrapped the trembling body in his arms, one hand gently cradling his head while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.

Justin's head rested on Brian's chest and he closed his eyes, struggling to regulate his breathing to that of his lover's.

"How's the head?" Brian asked quietly.

"Mmmmm… I have a head?" Justin murmured, snuggling closer to the other man's warmth

Brian chuckled and kissed the top of his head. "While I'd like nothing more than to take sole credit for your current state of euphoria, I suspect the drugs have a bit to do with it."

Justin shifted slightly so that he could rest his chin on his lover's chest and look into the deep, hazel eyes. "Drugs never made me feel like this," he whispered. "Only you, Brian." Smiling, he reached down to stroke the other man's still hard cock. "Now, let's see if I can't return the favour."

Brian grabbed his hand gently, stilling his actions. "I wanted to make you feel good," he said. "You should rest now and we'll continue later."

Justin moved his body up so that his face loomed above that of his lover. "You want to make me feel good?" he purred seductively, twirling a lock of auburn hair in his fingers. When Brian merely nodded, he smiled, leaning over to whisper directly in his ear. "I want you inside me. Nothing ever makes me feel as good as when you're buried deep, when we're joined as one."

Waiting until the blond pulled back so that he could look into the expressive blue eyes, he asked, "You sure you feel up to it?"

"Never felt better," Justin smiled, kissing the tip of the other man's nose.

Brian wrapped his arms around the slim body blanketing him and reached up to claim the slightly swollen lips in a deep kiss. His hands caressed a path down the smooth back until he could grasp a handful of ass flesh in each, eliciting a groan low in the blond's throat. When their lips parted for much needed oxygen, Brian whispered in a desire laden voice, "Roll over."

Justin needed no further encouragement and quickly complied, stretching out on his stomach, head pillowed on folded arms.

Brian took a moment to simply enjoy the sight before him. Strong hands started at the creamy, smooth shoulders and traveled down the expanse of his lover's back, worshiping skin, flesh, bone… everything that made up the man who'd captured the elusive Kinney heart.

When he reached the blond's thighs, he gently parted the strong legs, revealing his ultimate goal. Justin whimpered softly and shifted his weight, spreading his legs further and pushing his ass back toward the man eyeing it with such longing.

Brian needed no further invitation. Bending his head, he tracked his wet tongue down the valley created by the twin mounds of flesh. When he reached the hidden pucker there, he traced around it, eliciting a gasp from the man beneath him.

"More," the blond panted softly.

The other man complied, his tongue lapping across the pink bud, making it glisten in the soft light of the room. Once the hole was thoroughly bathed, he stiffened his tongue and pressed against the tight opening, gently but purposefully insisting on entrance.

"Oh, God," Justin moaned as his lover proceeded to fuck him with his talented tongue.

Brian continued his ministrations until the throaty moans turned into incoherent whimpers of need. "Ready?" he asked, raising his head slightly to look toward the blond head.

"Fuck me," Justin managed from deep in his throat. "Now."

Smiling at his lover's bossy demands, Brian reached beside the bed for his jeans and extracted the ever-present lube and condom. "Roll over," he instructed gently. "I want to watch you."

As the brunette rolled the condom on, Justin did as instructed, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs wide in invitation, his knees drawn up, feet planted firmly on the mattress.

Brian took one look at the beautiful face flushed with desire and couldn't resist leaning in for a deep kiss. Justin wrapped his arms around his lover's back and held him close, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as if for the first time.

While his mouth was busy with that of the blond, Brian's hands opened the packet of lube and prepared his sheathed cock before sliding one finger into his lover's waiting hole.

"More," Justin breathed upon feeling the single digit. "Please, Brian."

Brian couldn't contain a low moan as he heard the words and quickly added another finger, thrusting the lubed digits in and out, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo and depth until he could stroke the sensitive gland hidden inside.

Justin's back arched and he clutched Brian's sweat-glistened body tighter at the sensation. "Yes," he panted. "More."

Withdrawing his fingers, Brian grasped his lover's legs and positioned them on his shoulders, at the same time lining up his cock with the twitching hole. Looking into the dark, blue eyes, he began to push steadily until the head breached the first ring of muscle.

Justin was unable to maintain eye contact as the feeling of being filled with the man he loved took over. His back arched, head thrown back, eyes closed as a groan of pure pleasure escaped his parted lips. Once Brian was buried to the hilt inside his lover's heated channel, he paused, giving them both a chance to adjust to the union. When he felt Justin's hips shift, he knew he was being encouraged to proceed and he did just that, pulling out slowly before pressing back in at a steady pace. In seconds, the familiar rhythm was established as they pushed and pulled one another, each desperate to become one with the other.

Brian felt the tingling at the base of his spine and increased his momentum, going harder and deeper with each stroke, shifting his hips slightly to hit the other man's prostate with every thrust.

"Oh God," Justin cried, his every nerve on fire. "I'm so close, Brian."

Hearing his cue, the taller man reached down and began to stroke his lover's hard cock in time with his thrusts into the willing body. After only three masterful strokes, the blond was there, screaming Brian's name as strands of thick, white cum decorated his chest and neck.

The sight of his lover covered in his own spunk was enough to send Brian careening over the edge and with one final, deep thrust he breathed Justin's name and filled the condom buried inside the other man.

After a few minutes to regain his senses, he rolled to the blond's side. They lay there for a moment, side by side, breathing heavy, eyes closed. Once his hands were steady enough, Brian removed the condom and dropped it beside the bed before reaching for the lithe body at his side. Justin curled into his arms, his head resting on the brunette's chest, his arm curled around the trim waist.

As his thought processes slowly came back to life, Justin reflected on what had just happened. They'd always been so good together in the physical sense; if only the rest of their lives could fit together so perfectly. Knowing that nothing had really changed between them, he turned his head to place a soft, sad kiss on the hard chest. Pushing away thoughts of what the future would hold, he tried to concentrate on the feel of the arms that held him in the present.

Since that's really all he had, he was determined not to waste a minute.

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