After The Call

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My heart was pounding as the cab sped toward Tremont. Just five minutes ago, Brian called me and, in his Brianesque way, told me he loved me. He even put the ball in my court whether I wanted to come back! It's funny how Brian can make you do something, and make you think it was your idea.

My apartment is near PIFA, but only minutes away from the loft. As soon as we hung up, I called a cab, ran out of my apartment, and here I am.

God, I can't believe I'm doing this! It's been six months – six months since I saw Brian fucking his alter ego and bailed from the Rage party; six months since I moved in with Ethan and cut myself off from everyone; and one month since I left Ethan.We've gone through so much - Brian putting up roadblocks when I pursued him; the Prom and my getting bashed; Ethan especially. Well, this time we're going to work this shit out - we're going to talk - no more attempts at mind reading.

Ethan was an infatuation. We really weren't meant for each other - he loved that damn violin more than me. I wouldn't regret it for the world, though - those five months made me realize what I threw away in the name of romance. And now I have a chance to get it back - if I don't fuck it up.

I shake off a moment's panic as I get out of the cab. The last time I stood here was when I moved out, debating whether to hit the buzzer and tell Brian I'd changed my mind, let me come back, or to just go.

I let myself into the building. I gave Brian back his key, but he insisted I keep it, "just in case." I think, deep down, he knew Ethan and I wouldn't last. As much as I wanted it to work, he wasn't Brian - that, more than anything, was the real problem. I so wanted Ethan's kisses to be Brian's; his touch to be Brian's; even his cock to be Brian's.

Damn, this elevator is slow! I can't deal! Part of me wants to just say forget it and leave, but I can't. The higher this thing goes, the more I'm freaking out. I'm ready to bail when it finally reaches the top floor...shit. It’s too late to turn back now. I hesitate at that door - the door I've passed through countless times, as did countless others.

As I raise my hand to grab the handle, Brian wrenches the door open, hauls me inside, then slams it shut. His lips are on mine before I can even let out a breath! He devours me the way he did that night he figured out I was cheating on him - only this time, we would have a happier ending.

Yanking off my hoodie and shirt, Brian pulls me back in his arms, kissing me like a man who'd been celibate for six months. God - this is what I missed! Ethan was a pretty good kisser, but no one holds a candle to Brian. I feel like I've finally come home. He unzips my fly and grabs my semi-hard cock, stroking me into a frenzy. No one else can make me go mad like him - No one.

We stumble up the steps to the bed, falling on top of that soft duvet I missed. How can I say I missed a fucking duvet, you wonder? Well, I did. I missed being wrapped in it and Brian when I was cold. I missed having to launder it when we accidentally shot on it. More importantly, I missed its owner.

Brian pulls off my shoes and socks, following them with my jeans and underwear. I look up at him - he looks so fucking beautiful in those blue lights; his hazel eyes glowing, his bangs resting oh-so-prettily over his brow - the way they were the night we met.

"Where are ya headed?"

"No place special."

"I can change that."

And boy, did he change it! He changed my fucking life!

I finally notice that Brian's as naked as me, maybe even more so, if the love shining in his eyes is any indication. He straddles me, pinning my hands over my head, plundering my mouth again. Sometimes he could make me cum just from kissing me. I grind my cock against his, and swallow his moans. Releasing my hands, he presses his entire body against me.

Fuck. I'm so hard right now. His mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting. My fingers are digging into his butt, pressing his hard cock against mine, begging to get closer - I can't get close enough to his hot body. He slides down, nibbling my shoulders, my nipples, my belly, then stops, his mouth hovering right above my cock. I'm so hard I'm gonna burst if he doesn't do something quick!

He flicks his tongue over my red tip, and my whole body jerks in response. He does it again, making me shudder, and keeps doing it until I cry out, "Suck me, dammit!" Then he engulfs me in his mouth, sucking...sucking...oh, shit...God, Brian - I forgot how good...this - oh, fuck...I look down at him, and he's humping the duvet as if it were me.

"Fuck me, Brian!"

That got his attention. He stops, and grabs a condom and lube. I watched his face as he greases up a finger and slides it inside me. I wriggled, wanting more. It still aches a bit, but I still remember the moves. Brian taught me everything I needed to know, and I love him for it.

A second finger joins the first moments later, and I stare at Brian as he works me. He was gnawing on his bottom lip, brow furrowed in concentration, as he bends over me. He looks so beautiful when he’s busy getting me ready for him. He adds a third finger, and I start rocking and bucking against him as he spreads me open.

“You like that?” he asks. As if he had to ask! I could only moan in response. I just want him to get on with it, and he knew, because after all my rocking and rolling, he sheaths himself, greases me up, tosses my legs over his shoulders and slides on home. God! That tingling sensation...the stretching...feeling so full...nothing like it in the world. It's like my first time again, only I know what to do now.

Shit - he's pounding into me like a madman, running his lips over my calves, slamming against my prostate with that beautiful cock. I'm stroking myself, looking up at the face of God, loving him so much. Oh, fuck - I feel it - I'm coming, and it's gonna be all over his duvet. Oh, well.

"BRIAN!" I scream as my body shakes, shooting all over Brian's chest...shit - even on our best nights I never came like that! Pumping harder, Brian tenses, then lets out this growl I'd never heard before as he cums, his whole body shaking. He falls on top of me as the quaking mellows, his cock softening inside me. I snuggle into his arms, looking up at those eyes. Those eyes haunted me every day I was gone - I could never tire of those eyes - and I giggle when I look further down, and see the bite marks on his neck and shoulders. I guess I'm not the only one walking away marked.

"I love you baby," he murmurs in my ear, and I can feel my eyes welling up with tears as I repeat those words, kissing him as I say them. "Let's start over," he says. "Yes, let's - I can't guarantee we won't fuck up now and then, but we'll communicate more often," I respond. "We'll have a lot more of this," he says with a laugh, grinding against me. Jesus - he's gonna wear me out! But I'll love every second - almost as much as I love him.

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