Who I Am

From the Inside

Brian's POV:

I know that look. I've worn it for most of my life. That arrogant, hungry look, on him it looks cute.

Shit! Cute. Since when does Brian Kinney use words like cute except when talking about Gus. Now, Gus is cute. Justin...he's just...beautiful. No other words do him justice. He IS beautiful.

I love him.

FUCK! I did not think that. I must be anemic. I did not think the L word. Thank the gods I didn't say it out loud or I'd never get rid of him. The little shit. My pest, my own personal little stalker.

God, he is so cute.

I give him the old glare but it never works on him. He's so on to me, yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah. The little fucker.

He smiles, flirting with me then pushes me again. I have no choice.

I roll.

I do have a choice and choose him. Choose him to go where no man has gone before, not for a very long time. He'll be the first man that I've wanted in me, to feel me from the inside, to know me completely.

I trust him and I never trust anyone. But this little blond, I trust.

And even if this is the worst fuck that I've ever had, it will be the

best because it's him. For some reason he loves me and he'll make sure I'm satisfied because that's just how he is.

I know him.

I'm sweating, and Brian Kinney never sweats. He makes me sweat. Anticipation is making me sweat. It has been a very long time. And I'm happy it's going to be him. Maybe I waited for him. Or maybe no one can live up to MY standards. He can, I know he can.

The stubborn little twit.

I twist around, just a little so I can see his face. Almost makes laugh out loud. He has this look of such determination, like his whole sexual life is literally riding on this one fuck. He wants to make this good. He wants to get it right. He wants me.

"Hey, Sunshine! You having a brain fart or something? I haven't got all night!"

Oh yeah. That initial pain at entry, it hurts so good, it's going to be the best fuck this ass has ever seen.

Inspired by the music from the Goo Goo Dolls

Justin's POV:

I shove him over, he glares at me. That look that can stop a man at fifty paces. It makes my heart pump faster and my dick grow harder.

I just want him and I want him now.

The lines have been blurred, our roles temporarily reversed,

but I know  who he is. And he's not too thrilled about it. My

first clue? That glare and yet he rolls over. A closeted bottom boy? HA! If they could see us now. But THEY won't. I'd never tell, never reveal our little secret. I love him too much to do that to him. And he trusts me. I can't betray that trust. So I let him glare. Give him a coy flirtatious smile as I push on his shoulder.

He rolls over.

His long sleek back glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, reflecting the blue lights. He's so beautiful. His muscles begin to tense with anticipation. It's been a very long time for him. Too long I think. He's almost virginal.

I stop.

Virginal, that means I'll be his first. Well, not really but close enough. I really don't know how long its been since he's had a cock up his ass. And I don't really care. What I DO care about is that he's letting ME fuck him.

ME!

The twink who never left.

ME!

The blond boy ass.

ME!

His boyfriend, in a non-conventional way, boyfriend.

ME!

The only one he'll ever fuck more than once.

This is an awesome responsibility. I had better make it good or it'll never happen again.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. I want him, I want him, I want him.

"Hey, Sunshine! You having a brain fart or something? I haven't got all night!"

Whoops! The master is getting impatient. Better move and make this the best fuck his ass has ever seen.

Inspired by the music from Gioia, QAF season three