Justin snuggled back under the warm covers, reveling in the lingering scent of Brian that surrounded him. He was in Brian’s bed. Brian wanted him to stay. Too content to move, too pleasantly sore, he hugged Brian’s pillow and drifted back to sleep.
It was almost noon when he woke again. He was still uninterested in moving from his cocoon, but his bladder was demanding his attention. Once he relieved himself, his stomach decided to get in on the act and growled loudly to make its needs known as well. Unfortunately, the cupboards and refrigerator were empty. Justin crossed his fingers and hoped for a miracle as he tried the freezer. Instead, Brian came home.
Brian barely set down the load in his arms before Justin launched himself at the older man. "Hey!"
"Hey, yourself." Brian tried unsuccessfully to walk them over to the freezer that Justin left open.
"I thought you had a meeting," Justin mumbled between kisses along the man’s neck.
"Cancelled. What were you looking for?"
"Anything. How have you managed to survive?" Justin felt the cold air from the freezer on his back and finally remembered he’d left it open.
"Take-out." Brian waved his hand at the bags he brought in with him. He expected Justin to pounce, but the blonde was staring into the freezer. Then he reached in and pulled out a container of ice cream.
"You have to eat something else before dessert, Sonny Boy." Brian hoped his parental tone covered up the quiver in his voice. He’d forgotten the ice cream was still in there.
"Do you remember when we used to have ice cream Sundays?" Justin asked.
When Justin first moved in, they’d spent every Sunday afternoon on the chaise eating ice cream and fucking. Then over time, their lazy Sundays together became few and far between until they eventually stopped altogether.
"It’s not Sunday," Brian replied tightly. He refused to dredge up those memories again.
"I know… it’s just when I came that day, to get my stuff, all I could think about was us… everywhere. But that was then and this is now. I want new memories. Better memories, if--" Justin stopped suddenly, wondering if he’d said too much. They hadn’t talked about anything yet, never mind actually getting back together. Suddenly he was afraid Brian wasn’t interested in anything more than just fucking. His heart dropped to his feet. He couldn’t go back.
Brian turned him around so they were face to face and Justin held his breath. The older man pressed their foreheads together and took the ice cream from Justin’s hand, dropping it in the garbage. "We can sort all the ‘then’ stuff out later, but I know where we can start the ‘now’."
Justin sighed with relief. "Really?" His smile was so wide his cheeks hurt but he couldn’t stop. And Brian was just as bad. When he leaned in for kiss, they only managed to clash teeth. They just laughed and settled for a little neck nuzzling before Brian took his hand and pulled him toward the living room. He grabbed the bag he brought home with him as they passed the counter. "Grab those," he directed, gesturing to the sodas he couldn’t carry himself since both his hands were occupied.
Brian walked over to the new coffee table and set the bag down. Justin tried to peek inside. It smelled like Chinese. "What’s for lunch?"
The older man slapped his hand away. "You."
***
Brian sat on his heels in front of the coffee table. He’d taken off his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves before digging into the buffet before him. This was certainly better than his previous lunch plans.
Justin lay naked on the coffee table, his torso and thighs streaked with soy sauce, hot mustard, sweet and sour sauce and other remnants of food Brian had smeared on him and eaten off again.
Brian dipped the remaining half of the last crab rangoon in the pool of sauce on Justin’s stomach. He rubbed the wonton around his nipple, leaving a trail of filling and sauce behind before offering it to Justin. The younger man’s pink tongue snaked out to lick at the cream cheese, digging it out of it’s wrapping before eating the rest. He licked Brian’s fingers clean while the man swirled his tongue through the filling he smeared on the blonde’s chest. Justin moaned when Brian tugged on the little gold ring, his fingers itching to thread through his lover’s auburn hair.
The older man nibbled his way up to Justin’s sticky sweet lips and they exchanged a kiss.
"What else do you want?" Brian looked through the containers scattered around Justin’s body. "The Triple Delight is gone…there’s another egg roll left, and the sweet and sour chicken."
Justin ran his fingers through the sauce on his stomach, and brought them up to Brian’s lips before luring him down for another kiss. "I’m good," the blonde sighed as the older man licked at a little sauce on his neck.
"Had enough already?" Brian asked as his hand stroked the inside of the younger man’s thigh.
Justin moaned. "Except for dessert." He wanted to twist his fist in Brian’s tie and pull the man on top of him, but he refrained. Instead, his eyes flashed with need. "Please."
Brian’s attention to his body had been bliss, but Justin needed to touch the other man too. He knew that’s why Brian had stayed clothed. If Justin had gotten out of line for a second and stained the ad exec’s expensive suit, the blonde would’ve been out on his ass faster than you could say Babylon.
"Okay, baby." Brian had to concede Justin had been very well behaved, and now he deserved a reward. And the only thing Justin liked more than Brian naked, was getting Brian naked.
He moved around to Justin’s head and bent over the younger man, kissing his way down the blonde’s chest.
Justin lay perfectly still, the urge to touch overwhelming as Brian hovered just above him. What was he doing? That silk shirt was going to be ruined if —
"If you want dessert, Sunshine, you gotta unwrap it."
Fuck it, he didn’t have to be told twice. Justin’s fingers flew over the buttons, peeling the fabric away to expose Brian’s chest. He ran his hands over the smooth planes, around the back and pulled Brian closer to lick the warm skin.
Brian slowly crawled on the table and moved forward, covering the smaller man. His tongue trailed leisurely over the blonde’s sticky skin, lapping up any remaining sauces as he made his way to Justin’s leaking cock.
As Brian moved over him, Justin’s mouth and hands roamed hungrily over the hard abdomen sliding past. Finally, they were lined up cock to mouth on both ends and they moaned in unison as Justin’s hard shaft was wrapped in soft wetness.
The blonde fumbled blindly with Brian’s pants, trying to get at the cock just out of reach. He needed to complete the circle, to be joined together completely before he could give in. Brian’s mouth was fastened tight, sliding up and down his dick, fast and relentless. Justin whimpered in frustration. Finally, Brian’s cock sprang free and the blonde greedily took the whole shaft deep in his throat. His tongue wrapped around the silky skin, feeling and tasting only Brian as he finally let go and exploded into the mouth waiting for it.
Brian drank the sweet cream filling his throat, senses overloaded as the taste and smell and feel of the other man surrounded him. The sated blonde continued to suckle him, his tongue gliding along the shaft, swirling around the weeping tip. Justin purred contently as he drifted along on the last waves of pleasure and the gentle hum shot currents of pleasure through the older man.
Eventually, the blonde jockeyed them onto their sides so he could remove Brian’s pants. He nuzzled Brian’s balls, gently sucking the orbs inside the soft sac. His fingers stroked and kneaded the man’s back and ass, finally grazing between his cheeks.
Brian nudged Justin onto his back again, and hovered over him, legs spread wantonly. Justin nipped at his thighs and buttocks, soothing the sting with soft licks. Brian growled appreciatively, fisting his cock and pumping hard. Justin’s tongue tickled behind his balls and the older man keened. Then the blonde was kissing along the hard shaft, little pink tongue licking Brian’s fingers, swiping at the swollen head as it thrust in and out of the man’s hand.
Justin could see Brian watching, his hazel eyes now smoldering slits. The younger man licked his lips seductively. "Give it to me."
Brian groaned as the words went straight to his dick. And Justin’s pretty mouth was open, inviting. The older man pushed his cock between the plump red lips, thrusting all the way until the blonde’s nose was buried in his balls. Brian pulled back and sank in again.
Justin relaxed his throat and let Brian fuck his face, his hands on the man’s ass, driving him on. He squeezed and pinched the firm mounds, fingers inching toward the puckered opening.
When Justin’s finger probed the wrinkled folds of his hole, rubbing against the rosy knot, Brian’s orgasm hit him like a freight train. Violent tremors wracked his body as Justin swallowed his cock, milking it of every drop.
As the trembling subsided, Brian shifted forward, giving Justin better access to his ass. "Don’t stop."
Justin eagerly complied, his mouth trailing hot kisses over Brian’s balls and along the sensitive crease leading to his hole. The blonde reached into a carton by his side and coated his fingers in sauce, then painted the puckered opening.
Brian buried his face in his lover’s damp curly pubes to stifle a moan as Justin licked the wrinkled folds of his hole, his tongue a hot wet spear probing the tight ring. The younger man’s cock twitched happily in response to Brian’s hot breath caressing it with each gasp and sigh elicited by the tongue in his ass.
Brian nuzzled Justin’s renewed erection, rolling the sac in his palm. Justin keened, thrusting his hips at the warm mouth. "Suck it ...please…please, in your mouth…"
The older man flicked his tongue over the leaking head, digging in the slit, before sliding his lips all the way to the base.
Justin bucked underneath him. "Oh, fuck…yes…"
The blonde wet a finger in his mouth and slid it inside Brian’s hole, matching the rhythm of the man’s mouth on his cock. Soon he added another, pushing deeper and grazing the swollen gland that made Brian howl. "Fuck, baby…more…"
Justin twisted his fingers, rubbing back and forth over that sweet spot. The older man grunted and fucked himself harder on the probing digits, his cock filling again, growing more with each thrust.
Soon their need was overwhelming again and Brian pulled away. Justin’s protest died on his lips as Brian reached for his pants and pulled out a condom and lube. He sheathed and lubed Justin’s cock without preamble and straddled the younger man’s hips as he impaled himself.
Justin groaned as his dick was encased in the tight tunnel, Brian slowly taking him inside inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. His fingers dug into the other man’s thighs. "Brian…"
The older man’s head rolled forward and his eyes gradually flickered open. "Baby, you feel so good." He slowly leaned forward, sprawling over the smaller man, pressing their bodies closer together. Justin shifted beneath him, rolling his hips up to keep them connected as deeply as possible.
Brian kissed him long and hard, tongues dueling together, chasing back and forth, thrust and retreat, as their bodies started rocking in a languid rhythm. "So good," he murmured again, "…my baby…"
"Yes…" Justin pressed hot little kisses over his face, holding him tighter.
They gradually started moving faster, straining for completion. Brian nuzzled Justin’s neck, clinging to the other man as the blonde’s hips bucked wildly, brutally working his ass.
Lights exploded in the older man’s head as Justin jabbed his prostate. Brian keened, thrusting back to keep the pressure right there, right where it was setting him on fire.
Justin knew Brian was close, the hot vice around his cock was getting impossibly tighter. He reached between them and jerked him off, making Brian come with a feral roar.
The constricting spasms around his cock threw Justin into the brink as well, clutching madly at the other man as he was swept away.
***
ONE WEEK LATER…
Justin flipped his phone open. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself. Where are you?"
"Just walking in." He closed the elevator gate and pushed the button for Brian’s floor.
"Did you remember to pick up my suit?"
"Yeah, it’s spotless." Justin still couldn’t believe Brian didn’t care about the sweet and sour suit last week, but he’d been right. The dry cleaner was a miracle worker.
"Good boy," Brian replied. "You get a fortune cookie." And then the line went dead.
Wondering what Brian was up to, Justin let himself into the loft. He didn’t see the older man right away, so the blonde went to the bedroom to hang up the suit. When he didn’t find the man in the bedroom or the bathroom, he called out to him.
"Over here," Brian answered back.
Justin went to the living room and found his lover, naked on the coffee table. Four take-out containers were sitting next to him. Justin smiled. "Chinese?"
"It’s Thursday, isn’t it?"