Show and Tell

Justin let himself into the loft and found Brian right where he left him a few hours before. Brian still hadn’t changed out of his suit and the sandwich sitting by the computer was untouched.

“Hey.” Justin kissed his ear. “You need to take a break. Eat something… preferably me.”

“Horny, little boy?” Brian smirked. “They didn’t have any fresh meat for growing boys to gorge on?”

Justin nuzzled the back of his neck, kneading his shoulders. “I had a couple of drinks with Emmett. And an appetizer to tie me over...”

Brian looked back at the screen, scowling a little. “Should’ve had a couple more.”

Justin’s hands slid over Brian’s shoulders and down the front of his shirt. He nipped Brian’s ear. “Sure…I wouldn’t mind another before the main course.” He reached for Brian’s zipper, but Brian caught his wrist.

Their fingers twined together in a little push-me-pull-you game while Justin still tried to liberate his cock, but the closest he got was to rub his thumb along the zipper seam. Not that it didn’t have an effect. Brian’s breath hitched as the friction woke his dick. His head rolled back onto Justin’s shoulder and Justin shivered as the little puffs of air tickled his neck.

“Come on,” he wheedled, his other hand twisting the wispy hairs at Brian’s nape.

Brian bit his lip to stifle a groan. The little fucker knew that instantly made him hard. Having instinctively squeezed the mouse in his other hand, he had to pry his fingers off, flexing against the ache, to swivel around and use his forearm to block Justin’s further advances. “Let me finish this.”

Justin’s hands were sliding over his arms, fingers bunching the fabric of his sleeves to get a grip and hang on if Brian pushed him away again. “It’ll still be here later,” he reasoned.

Brian shook his head. “Be good and entertain yourself for a little bit.” He pulled Justin down for a quick kiss, letting their foreheads press together. “I’ll be done soon if you leave me the fuck alone for a few minutes,” he growled impatiently.

Justin sighed and nodded. “Right…okay,” he slowly smiled. “I’ll just entertain myself until you’re done.”

Brian raised an eyebrow, but let him go.

Justin’s grin turned mischievous as he backed away, starting to strip. He headed to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake.

Despite the work demanding his attention, Brian couldn’t help watching the naked backside mount the stairs in two swift leaps and disappear behind the partitions. Justin returned a moment later, a dildo in one hand and a tube of lube in the other.

Brian couldn’t help chuckling as Justin knelt down next to the TV and scanned the porn collection. He figured he could spare a few moments to appreciate Justin’s ass jutting up invitingly as he bent on all fours and made a show of choosing from the bottom shelf.

Fuck it. He needed a break anyway. He quickly jotted a few notes for himself when he returned to his project and saved the file.

By the time he’d squared everything away, Justin had sprawled across the sofa and started the tape. Brian had to admit the kid had taste, he always picked the better crafted films. For Justin, even porn had to have some artistic merit to catch his attention. The acting still wasn’t worth any awards, but you could tell it wasn’t recorded in someone’s basement like many of the others. Sometimes, like in this particular case, the impressive camerawork definitely added to the heat.

As Justin’s moan just confirmed.

Justin always mimicked what he saw on the screen to get himself warmed up so as the guy on the screen lapped at the trick's nipples, Brian saw Justin’s hand glide over his chest and pinch his own, rolling the taut bud between his fingers. Then Justin’s other hand came up and tugged on the little gold ring piercing the other nub and he gasped. Brian’s dick twitched at the same time, as if reacting to the same delicious sting.

Brian rolled his chair back and saw Justin’s head cock to the side at the sound. He didn’t look, although Brian was sure Justin knew he had his attention. Justin’s hands splayed across his chest and slowly slid down over his belly to his groin. Brian was forced to stand to see what he was doing now.

Justin’s legs fell open, one knee drawn up and the other tipped to the side so his thigh was flat on the sofa and his knee protruded from the edge. His feet were pressed together and his lower legs formed a large L. One hand cupped his balls, his thumb rubbing the base of his dick and the other hand slowly raked through his pubic hair. Justin sighed as he gently tugged the curly hairs, scatching lightly against the sensitive skin beneath.

Brian opened his pants and imitated the gesture. He loved when Justin did that to him, scratching between his legs. It made his spine tingle like when Justin would scratch his scalp in the shower.

Justin heard the zipper opening and his head arched over the arm of the sofa, looking at Brian upside down. Brian realized he’d muted the tape so he could hear what Brian was doing. “Don’t just stand there, asshole,” Justin teased.

Brian smirked. “I’m enjoying the view.”

Justin grinned back, relaxing back into the cushions. He heard Brian walk toward him and one fist pumped his dick a few times. A little precum bubbled out and he swiped it up with his thumb before licking it off. As Brian stood over him, he slowly wetted the rest of his fingers.

Brian kicked off his shoes and discarded his pants. Justin stared at Brian’s hard dick poking out beneath the hem of his shirt as he pulled his knees to his chest. “Hurry up,” he prodded, working his slick fingers into his ass.

Brian in turn slowed down as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes traveled over Justin’s body, admiring every aspect of the man waiting for him. Justin’s eyelids drooped a little, the pleasure weighing them down as he struggled to watch Brian too. His lips parted and little ragged breaths escaped. The pale torso was flushing pink from his rising body temperature and his chest heaved a little from the exertion to tease and not just come. Justin’s thighs were straining from the stretch and his legs quivered from the effort to stay up. Brian shrugged off his shirt and knelt in front of him on the sofa, holding Justin’s legs back himself as he watched Justin fingerfuck himself.

Justin’s other hand still alternated between stroking his dick and squeezing his balls, but he pulled his fingers from his ass in invitation for Brian to rim him. He wordlessly switched duties with Brian, holding his knees back so Brian was able to use both hands to part his cheeks, lewdly exposing his open hole. Brian’s breath was hot on his skin before he felt his tongue glide along his crack and then plunge into him.

Brian withdrew, swirling his tongue around the wrinkled folds of the outter ring before pushing back in. Justin bucked against him, trying to impale himself further. Adjusting his position to take some of the strain off his neck, Brian suddenly felt the forgotten dildo wedged against his side. He sat up, searching the cushions for the lube. “Still want this?” he asked as Justin hazily tried to focus on what he was doing. As much as he wanted to fuck Justin himself, sometimes he liked to just watch Justin get off even more.

Justin nodded. “Yeah, do it.” He saw the way Brian was still looking at his ass and he knew Brian wanted to fuck him with the dildo and watch his ass take it.

Brian flipped open the lube and slicked up the toy. “Roll over.”

“No.” Justin grabbed his wrist, impatiently pulling the dildo against his hole. “I want to see too.”

Brian’s eyes darkened and he held Justin’s gaze as he pushed. Justin groaned, his fingers tightening around Brian’s wrist. Letting him adjust, Brian paused and glanced down at the fake cockhead lodged just inside the first ring of muscle, stretching the puckered opening around the wide tip. Justin’s grip loosened and Brian slid it in further, watching each inch slowly disappear.

Justin struggled to keep his eyes open, reveling in Brian’s expression as he stared at what he was doing. Fully embedded, Brian twisted the cock, lighting up a wide array of nerve endings before withdrawing. Justin was still holding his wrist and guided his thrusts in and out as he arched against each nudge of his prostate.

Justin's eyes drifted shut for a moment until he felt a shift in their rhythm and opened them again to see Brian stroking his cock, his gaze still riveted on the toy fucking Justin. Justin suddenly released his legs, stretched them out, and planted both feet on Brian’s shoulders, rolling his pelvis up. He let go of Brian’s wrist and took hold of the dildo himself, pushing Brian’s hand away. “Just watch,” he ordered. He worked the dildo in and out, seeing Brian’s hand move faster over his dick. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

Brian groaned, his eyes narrow slits as they bore into him. Justin tugged on his own cock, wetting his fingers with precum again. He lifted his hand, beckonging Brian closer, and Brian licked his lips, leaning within reach for Justin to slide his fingers into his mouth. Brian’s nostrils flared as the scent and taste assaulted his senses. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed forward, barely catching himself with his other arm before he crushed Justin. He grunted at the initial release and Justin felt Brian’s cum splatter his torso and belly.

Brian trembled above him, spent from the intensity of his orgasm and Justin pulled him down for a soothing kiss. Their tongues slid together and rubbed back and forth, lips sucking at each other. Brian shifted his weight from one arm to the other, leaning on his elbow as his hand probed between their mouths and Justin could taste his cum. He broke the kiss and sucked greedily on Brian’s fingers.

Justin’s legs remained over Brian’s shoulders, his neglected dick still hard and jabbing into Brian’s hip. Brian reached between their bodies to remove the dildo and slipped his fingers inside. Justin mewled at the suddenly more intimate intrusion. Brian’s long fingers stroked and twisted, three tantalizing digits setting off a myriad of fireworks throughout his body.

“You like that,” Brian murmured as Justin writhed beneath him, intoxicated with Brian probing his mouth and his ass. Feeling and tasting and smelling and hearing him… totally absorbing the other man. Brian knew Justin was on the edge, teetering, as Justin reached for his dick again. “I could shove my whole fist in your ass and you’d love it,” Brian growled, knowing just the thought would push Justin over the brink. He curled his fingers, letting the protruding knuckles graze Justin’s prostate as he rotated the mini-fist back and forth against the sensitive gland. “Plow your tight little ass up to my elbow and--”

Justin cried out and came hard, biting Brian’s hand. Brian cursed and pulled it back, burying it instead in Justin’s hair and roughly yanking his head back around so he could watch Justin’s face—the flickering eyes trying to see him, the clenched jaw grinding back and forth. Justin’s head was tossing sideways, jerking against the hand anchoring him and Brian was sure the little pain from having his hair pulled heightened Justin’s pleasure.

When Justin finally stopped thrashing, Brian massaged the affected scalp, rubbing his lips across Justin’s sweaty cheek. “That was hot.”

Justin mumbled a sort of agreement, burrowing his face into Brian’s neck with a contented sigh. Brian could tell he was already drifting off and tried not to jostle him too much as he disentangled himself. He covered Justin with a blanket, hoping he would sleep for at least an hour so Brian could finish his project.

He sat down at the computer again, glancing once more at the sleeping form, and opened up the phony account file. Scanning the list of websites Lindsay emailed to him, he found where he previously left off while he'd been 'working'. Brian clicked on the next site and scanned the offerings.

Eventually he’d find the right birthday gift for Justin.