***

Brian strode into the loft, quickly jerking off his jacket and tie. It was a relief to finally be home, away from the sweltering temperature and stifling humidity outside. However, as he crossed the room to change out of his suit, he noticed the cool air quickly dissipated. Then he remembered the air conditioning wouldn’t be fixed until tomorrow—not fucking helpful when today was the hottest day of the year—so where was the breeze coming from?

He looked back over his shoulder and noticed the refrigerator was open. What the fuck? "Justin!"

"Waw?"

Brian rounded the kitchen island and saw his lover sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator. He had a fan between his outstretched legs, blowing cool air over his nude body. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Justin took the spoon out of his mouth and Brian ignored the flash of pink tongue as the blond licked his lips. "Eating dinner. Here." Justin reached into the fridge and pulled out a salad bowl and cup of vinaigrette. He placed Brian’s dinner on the counter and went back to his ice cream.

Brian arched an eyebrow. "That’s your dinner?"

"You’re late. This is my dessert."

"You’re not my fucking wife," Brian snapped irritably. "And close the fucking fridge before the food spoils."

"What food?" Justin shot back. There was hardly anything ever in their refrigerator.

"Dammit, Justin…" The exec reached over to move the fan out of the way so he could shut the door. At the same time, Justin was reaching up again to hand Brian the bottle of wine he’d opened for dinner and the two men collided. The bottle of wine only caught the edge of the counter and teetered dangerously. Brian caught it, but not before he knocked the vinaigrette over and onto Justin.

The blond squealed as the cold liquid coated his chest and lap. He didn’t dare look up at the older man, he knew Brian was pissed. "I know, I’m a twat," he sighed as he tried to hoist himself off the floor without falling in the slippery mess.

"What is this?" Brian asked licking the dressing off his fingers.

"Passion fruit." Justin couldn’t read the look that briefly crossed Brian’s face. "I went to the farmer’s market today," he explained. "They were demonstrating how to strain it for recipes so I bought a crate and made some juice for you, and the vinaigrette." Brian was still staring at him oddly. "You can even put it on ice cream," the blond added, hoping to entice the man with something.

That seemed to get Brian’s attention. An eyebrow arched slyly before he said, "I haven’t had my dinner yet."

Justin frowned as he looked at the salad quickly wilting on the counter. "Um… we still have that other dressing--"

"I like this one," Brian told him as he rubbed his thumb over Justin’s slick nipple, then licked the vinaigrette off his finger again.

Justin smirked. "Try some of this too." He dipped his fingers into the bowl of ice cream and smeared the sweet mixture over Brian’s lips before coating the man’s throat and chest.

As Justin lapped up his dessert, Brian quickly stripped off his suit and smashed their bodies together, his hard cock rubbing against the blond’s oily thighs. Justin instinctively spread his feet and granted access to the slick shaft as it slipped beneath his balls and probed between his legs.

The temptation was too much. "Oh, god… fuck me, Brian." Brian pulled away for a moment, obviously thinking about supplies. "First drawer," Justin prompted.

Brian’s eyes narrowed. "You’re a devious lit--"

"I’m a Boy Scout," Justin corrected. "And I’m horny. Fuck. Me."

***

Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it’s so right
There’s the sound and the smell of love in my mind

***

"Fuck…" Brian grunted as he was embedded to his balls in Justin’s tight ass. He slid a little on the slippery floor as he tried to move and Justin whimpered beneath him. "Okay, baby…just…ungh…there…" Finally finding purchase, he withdrew and slid back in.

"Ooh…ah, yeah…" Justin’s arms flailed for something to hold onto as well as Brian impaled him again.

***

Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow
Not too fast, don’t be slow, my love’s in your hands

***

Although Justin felt the refrigerator rocking with the force of Brian’s thrusts, it was hardly something he was paying close attention to until the pitcher of fresh-squeezed juice tipped and splashed over them.

"Shit!" Justin shrieked as he was doused, turning his head to keep from choking.

Brian felt the cold liquid hit him, but any reaction was cut off by a sudden gasp when Justin froze. As Justin clenched his muscles, Brian was caught in a tight vice that ruthlessly squeezed his orgasm from him. "Fuck," he barely wheezed as the abrupt waves wracked his body until he collapsed on top of the younger man.

It wasn’t until a few moments later that Brian realized Justin was shaking. "Baby?"

"Get off," Justin ground out through chattering teeth.

Brian rolled away and saw Justin was soaked and shivering. "Are you--"

"I’m a fucking popsicle!"

"And tasty," Brian smirked as he licked some droplets of juice from the blond’s neck.

"Briiian," Justin huffed.

"Come here," the older man soothed, pulling Justin into his arms as he slammed the refrigerator shut. He pushed Justin back down on the sticky floor, despite his protests, and licked his way down the goose-pimpled torso. "So fucking sweet," he breathed, inhaling the scent of passion fruit and sex as he lapped at the wet skin.

"I’m all yours," Justin sighed as the heat engulfed him again.

***

I’m a man—I’m a goddess
I’m a man—I’m a hooker
I’m a man—I’m a blue movie
I’m a man—I’m a slut
I’m a man—I’m a geisha
I’m a man—I’m a babe
I’m a man—I’m a dream divine
And we make love together
And we’ll make love forever

(Lyrics are from "Sex, I’m a…" by Berlin)