Image Is Everything
Chapter Fourteen
Justin awoke to sunlight streaming across the bed. They hadn't closed the drapes. They were too busy doing other things. Justin shifted onto his back and grimaced at the twinge in his ass. He reached under himself and touched his hole. It throbbed ominously. He hoped they didn't have to sit too much today.
"Is it raw?" Brian asked.
Justin jumped and then rolled over to look into hazel eyes that showed genuine concern. "A bit," Justin admitted, "but I wouldn't change it for anything." He smiled contentedly at Brian.
"Roll onto your stomach," Brian ordered. Justin looked questioningly at him. He wasn't sure he was up for another round. His ass really was sore, but he wouldn't alter a second of what they had done. When Justin hesitated, Brian repeated, "Just roll over."
Justin turned over and felt Brian sit beside him. A tube popped and Justin groaned inwardly. He could take another fuck if that was what Brian needed. He owed Brian so much for all the things he had taught him yesterday. He would never be the same as a result, and that was a good thing. He felt the cool substance pass across his anus and fully expected to feel Brian's fingers begin to probe. He gritted his teeth. Brian continued to sooth ointment over the red opening. His fingers were gentle and Justin sighed at the cooling feel of Brian's ministrations.
"There," Brian said standing up. "That should make it feel a little better."
"Thanks," Justin said with a grateful smile.
"You need to learn moderation, young man," Brian teased.
"Look who's talking," Justin retorted.
Brian snorted. "Moderation, moderation, moderation," Brian repeated sucking his lips into his mouth in a way that Justin found endearing.
"So much to learn, so little time," Justin replied. They looked at each other realizing that they only had this week together.
"Get up, lazybones," Brian said. "The day's a-wasting."
After a lovely breakfast courtesy of Pilar, they took the Jeep that Mark had earmarked for their use and drove into town. They found the low-rise office building that they were going to be using for the business shots for the clothing line. Brian introduced himself to Mark's friend who owned the building and they were given a tour. Brian found several potential spots that he thought would work well for the next evening's photo shoot. They would take the pictures there after the business day was through.
Once that was done they found a café for lunch. Brian marveled at Justin's appetite while he nibbled at his own food. He teased the boy unmercifully about porking up, loving the way Justin fought back, defending himself and giggling in that way that went straight to Brian's dick.
"So what do you want to do this afternoon?" Brian asked.
"I thought we were taking pictures?" Justin asked.
"The makeup person doesn't arrive until tomorrow."
"I have to wear makeup?"
"Some."
"But "
Brian stared at Justin. "You have something against wearing makeup?"
"I just never thought "
"Well, start thinking."
"I thought I was perfect the way I am," Justin said with a sly twinkle in his eye.
"You are," Brian said waiting for the smile that he was sure would follow. Justin didn't disappoint him. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"
"Go back to the beach," Justin said with a sexy grin.
Brian looked him up and down. "I thought you needed some rest for that bubble butt of yours."
Justin giggled. "It's had several hours," he grinned.
"The beach it is," Brian said leading the way back to the Jeep.
They drove back along the same road that followed the coastline. Brian could feel Justin's eyes on him, but whenever he looked over Justin would look away. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore.
"What?" he asked slightly exasperated.
"Um " Justin wasn't sure how to begin.
"Just say it," Brian ordered.
"I want to thank you for yesterday," Justin said softly.
"For what?" Brian responded. "I got as much out of it as you did." Brian had never received a compliment quite like that and he wasn't sure how to respond.
"That's not true. It was my first time and you were gentle and kind."
"Sh," Brian said. "You'll ruin my reputation."
"You're not so bad."
"Thanks, I think."
Justin giggled. "You make me feel great, like I can do anything, be anything."
"You can."
They stared into each other's eyes until Brian had to look back at the road. So much was said in that look, but much more was left unsaid.
The rest of the short trip passed in silence each lost in his own thoughts. When Brian pulled into the driveway of the hacienda and cut the engine, they stayed seated, not ready to get out.
"What's going to happen at the end of the week?" Justin asked in a small voice.
Brian shrugged. "What do you want to happen?" He was almost afraid to hear the answer.
"I I don't know," Justin mumbled. "Everything's changed. I've changed."
Brian knew that he had changed too. As much as he had affected Justin, the young man had affected him, changed him, softened him. "So what does that mean?"
"I'm not sure. I have a lot of thinking to do."
"That'll give you a headache."
Justin looked at Brian and giggled. Brian felt his cock swell and knew he wanted to get to the beach right away.
"Let's leave this discussion till later in the week," Brian said.
Justin nodded. "We need to think about everything."
Brian heard the "we" and the "everything". The implications were staggering. He did have a lot to think about. He leaned over and gently kissed Justin's lips. He felt the boy respond and knew whatever was decided he would have a hell of a time letting this man go.
They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach. They swam and splashed in the water for awhile tacitly deciding to take it a bit slower this time. When they came naked from the ocean they stood under the fresh water shower rinsing off the salt. Brian leaned in for a soft kiss that soon escalated with heated tongue duels and roving hands.
Brian gently pushed Justin away. "Let's get some more sunblock on you first," he said practically. He could hardly believe the care and concern he felt for this young man. He wanted Justin to be safe and happy. He would do whatever it took to make that happen.
They moved over to their towels laid out on the sand. They had brought extra towels down with them this time and made sure they were well back from the tide line. Justin sat down on his towel and squirted some sunblock into his palm. He spread it over his arms and neck and face and chest. Brian watched, his cock rising as Justin touched himself.
When Justin picked up the sunblock to get some more, Brian plucked it from his hand. "Let me," he said. Justin smiled as Brian filled his palm with sunblock and started on Justin's legs. Justin lay back on his towel savoring the sensual feel of Brian's strong hands as they spread the cool cream the length of his legs. Brian took the time to make sure each toe was carefully tended to. Justin sighed in satisfaction.
"Roll over," Brian said.
Justin turned onto his stomach. He felt the cool lotion hit his shoulder blades. Brian straddled him and worked the sunblock into his back, kneading the muscles in a luxurious massage at the same time. Justin felt his cock get uncomfortably hard beneath him. He squirmed to find a softer spot for it.
Brian shifted farther down Justin's well oiled legs. Justin expected to feel the lotion squirted on his bum. He waited.
"Brian?" he questioned looking over his shoulder. He stopped as he witnessed Brian staring down at him with lust and tenderness and, could it be, love.
Brian cleared his throat and blinked when he realized that Justin was studying him. "I love your ass," he said quickly.
"My best feature, I believe," Justin giggled.
"Not by a long shot," Brian said. Justin raised his eyebrows as if to question that comment. Brian shook his head and Justin closed his mouth. He wondered what Brian had been thinking.
Brian was running through a mental list of all the wonderful features that Justin possessed. He loved his body, and that giggle, and his quick mind and that sunshine smile. Jesus, he was turning into a lezzy.
"Are you going to put sunblock on my ass or let it fry in the sun?" Justin asked thinking he needed to say something. He wished he knew what was going on in Brian's head.
"I had something else in mind," Brian said huskily.
Justin felt Brian's hands each grab a fistful of ass cheek and squeeze. They both groaned as he did so. Brian spread the soft globes and stared at Justin's pink pucker. It had recovered nicely from yesterday's workout, no longer looking red and abused. Brian spread Justin's legs so he could kneel between them. He leaned forward and kissed each cheek. Justin sighed again.
Brian licked at each cheek, then nipped with his teeth. He watched the flesh spasm and turn red. His tongue then soothed each spot licking and then kissing each one. He felt more than heard Justin groan and shift. He had the boy's attention and he was sure Justin's cock was coming to attention too.
Brian licked the length of Justin's crack passing quickly over the pucker which seemed to wink at him. Justin tasted salty, probably from being in the ocean. Brian's tongue continued down and along the perineum. Justin raised his hips slightly so Brian could get to his balls. Brian sucked on each one and rolled it around with his tongue. Justin whimpered.
It was time for more. Brian's tongue moved back to Justin's pucker and began to probe it. Justin's head came up and he looked back at Brian. Brian stiffened his tongue and delved further. Justin cried out Brian's name and his fists dug into the warm sand. Brian continued to jab and probe with his tongue eliciting moans and gasps of approval.
Brian's one hand massaged Justin's hip while his other cupped Justin's balls. His tongue drove in again and again.
Justin felt like he was on fire. He had never experienced anything like this. It was so hot and so overwhelming and so intimate. His cock ached beneath him and he knew precum was leaking from it. Brian's tongue, an unnerving combination of hard and soft, rough and tender, continued to drive into him. Sometimes Brian would stop, lick, kiss, and suck at his pucker, and then begin to probe once again.
Justin cried out. He couldn't help himself. His senses were on overload and he felt like he was going to ignite. The first ripples of his orgasm slid up and down his spine. His groin contracted and his cock screamed for release.
"Oh God, Brian, I'm coming!" he shouted as the most intense orgasm ripped through him leaving him open and spent and delirious.
He felt hands turning him over. He managed to open his eyes to look into Brian's face as the man positioned him to rest in his lap. Brian had a happy, goofy look on his face like he had just been caught doing something good he didn't want anybody to know about.
"Like that?" Brian asked.
"God yes," Justin gasped.
Brian chuckled. "That was your lesson for today - the fine art of rimming."
"And you are a true master of that art," Justin said as he smiled up at Brian, and then captured Brian's lips in a smoldering kiss.
They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach using a couple of condoms but also exploring other ways to pleasure each other. No tide took their clothes or towels this time, but the feelings were just as intense as on the previous day. Neither knew what they would do when their week in Mexico came to an end.
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