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TITLE: Alone for the Holidays
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. fluff/schmooop, angst, AU, canon-compliant, hurt/comfort, humor, sexy fun times. Brian and Justin are snowed in and won't be able to come to Debbie's christmas dinner.
NOTE: R, Porn. 3525 words. Banner by ForeverBM. Brian and Justin are on their own for the holidays…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Alone for the Holidays…
“Mom. Mom, I know you’re disappointed but it just can’t be helped. I promised Clayton that I’d have four painting done for the Winter Showcase the first week in January.”
“It’s just that I was looking forward to seeing you. It’s been almost six month since you’ve been home for a visit.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I really thought that I’d be finished by now, but it’s taking me longer than I expected.”
“You know Deb going to throw a hissy fit, and what about Brian? I know you two have decided to put your relationship on hold, but I also know you’ve been looking forward to seeing him. He seems so unhappy without you.”
“Mom. Brian and I still talk and this is what we’ve both decided. It’s just better this way.”
“I think if you visited more often then maybe Brian would be more open about how much he misses you.”
“And I miss him too, but for right now we’ve decided to see other people. It’s not fair to expect either one of us to be committed when we don’t even know when we’ll see each other next.”
“I just don’t understand, you were so sure that Brian was the one. Hell, you two were almost married, and now you act like it doesn’t even bother you that he’s, he’s… Well, I don’t know what he is, but I know he’s not happy.”
Justin rolls his eyes, trying to wind up his phone call with his mom.
“Will be okay. This separation isn’t forever, and if it’s meant to be, then will find our way back to one another.”
“Justin. I think you’re making a mistake. Brian isn’t going to wait forever. You’ve already been in New York for two years. That’s a long time to put a relationship on hold.”
“Mom. Please.”
“Justin what more do you want? You have an agent, you’ve had your painting featured in a dozen art opening and you’re having your second solo show in the spring. Is it that you’ve decided to stay in New York permanently?”
“I haven’t decided anything. But when I do, you’ll be the first to know. Okay, the second. So please don’t worry about me and Brian. He’s very supportive of my career choices.”
“It’s just he seems so sad, and he’s working eighty hours a week, drowning himself in his work. If he’s not careful he’ll going to work himself to death. He misses you Justin, he’s just too proud to say.”
“And I miss him too. Like I said we talk, and we’re both on the same page. Now I really have to go, and so do you. You’re already late for Deb’s Christmas Eve party.”
“I just hate that you’re spending the holidays alone over Christmas. I know you’re celebrating with your neighbors and friends from the gallery. But it’s not the same as spending the holidays with your family and the man you love.”
“Who would have ever thought you’d be Brian’s biggest cheerleader. Miracles never cease!”
“Oh Justin!”
“I’m hanging up now. You Molly and Tucker have a great Christmas!”
~~~
“Brian! You almost had me moaning into my mother’s ear! Knowing you, you’d probably like it if my mother hear us.”
“Sorry, but I can’t keep my hands off you. Besides it’s not my fault that you’re a little liar!”
“Oh, that’s priceless! We both agreed it would be easier if we kept everyone in the dark.”
“Well it’s worked for the last two years! Why change things!”
“It is nice not having any of them interfering constantly and trying to influence our decisions. I’m so happy we decided to cancel calling off our wedding.”
“Me Too!”
“Now why don’t you poke up willy, while I get us some champagne?”
“You know I’d rather poke up you.”
Justin walks away swaying his hips, making Brian’s mouth water. After stoking the fire Justin returns with a bottle of Cristo, and Brian fills their crystal champagne flutes. They kiss each other between sips of champagne, and soon the champagne is forgotten.
Justin’s moaning loudly, as Brian lips caress his neck and tickle the back of his ear as he finds that special place driving Justin crazy. Justin rolls his head back allowing Brian more access as his tongue licks and nips his way around his neck. Brian’s hands find their way down to the hem of Justin shirt, slipping his fingers under the fabric he pulls it up and over Justin’s head. His lips continue down Justin’s chest detouring over to his left nipple. His teeth lightly grazing against Justin’s taut nub. Justin whimpers as Brian’s tongue suckles him and his teeth gently pull on the cool golden ring.
Justin whispers, “Brian…”
Justin becomes intoxicated by all the sensations building within, and then the spell is broken by Brian’s cell phone ringing.
Brian hisses as he pulls away and answers it, knowing that it’s Lindsay.
“Hi daddy! Merry Christmas Eve!”
“Hey Sonny Boy!”
“Daddy, Santa is coming tonight!”
“He is? Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes daddy. I’ve been very good! I shared some of my Christmas cookies with JR. Even though Mrs. Davidson made them just for me, she’s my piano teacher.”
“You’re taking piano lessons?”
“Yep! I can play Chopsticks, and I’m learning Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star, but it’s a lot harder than Chopsticks.”
“I’m sure you’ll learn it if you practice.”
“That’s what mommy says. Daddy I wish you could be here for Christmas.”
“Me too! You know I miss you, right?”
“I miss you too daddy, and Justy!”
“I know you do, and I miss Justy too.”
“Daddy, when are you going to marry Justy? You know you better do it soon before he marries someone in New York.”
He can hear Lindsay in the background, “Gus, your daddy and Justin aren’t together anymore. I told you that. Now don’t keep bringing it up, do you hear me?”
Gus goes into the closet, whispering, “Daddy, don’t you love Justy anymore?”
“I do. I love him very much. But let’s keep that our secret.”
“Okay. But daddy, can we tell Justy? Because I’m pretty sure he still loves you too.”
“Don’t you worry about it. I’ll be sure and let him know.”
“Okay! Mommy’s yelling, she wants to talk to you. Merry Christmas daddy!”
“Merry Christmas Sonny Boy! Now be good for your mommy, and I’ll call you on New Year’s Eve.”
“I love you daddy!”
“I love you too, Gus!”
“Brian. I’m so sorry about that. You know how kids are. Even though I’ve explained to him that you and Justin no longer love each other, he still thinks you’re together.”
“Do you really think that Lindsay? Do you think we don’t love each other?”
“Brian. It’s better this way. He has his career to think about, and his new friends in New York. You need to let him go. He has a new life now, one that doesn’t include you anymore.”
“We almost got married Lindsay! Do you really think I just stopped loving him because he’s in New York?”
“Brian. Be realistic. Justin’s never going to move back to Pittsburgh, or come back to you.”
“Wow! Thanks. I can always count on you to be supportive.”
“Brian! Brian…”
“Mel! I can’t believe Brian just hung up on me.”
“Why not? He’s always been an asshole! What’s new?”
~~~
.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s just fucking Lindsay. She can be such a bitch sometimes.”
“Don’t think about her. She’s hundreds of miles away, and she doesn’t know shit about us and how we feel about each other.”
“I know…”
“I’m so glad we decided to exclude everyone from our private life.”
“Me too. I like having you all to myself.”
Brian grins, happy that it’s just him and Justin celebrating Christmas together.”
“Why is it that my friends seem happier, thinking I’m miserable? That you’ve left me, and they’re so sure it’s for the better. It’s totally fucked up.”
“They really don’t know you anymore. They can’t see that you’ve changed. That you’re not that stud chasing tail every night. Besides it just makes it even more fun knowing that they’re clueless and complete idiots.”
“How about filling our glasses, and I’ll get our first course.”
“I can’t believe that you’ve made me dinner. You know you’re amazing sometimes.”
“Just sometimes?”
Brian returns with lobster bisque soup and a baguette of sourdough bread.
“Yum, this is great.”
“It should be, it’s your favorite. It’s from Amel’s. You didn’t actually think I cooked?”
Amel’s is Justin’s favorite seafood restaurant and it’s where we celebrated our wedding dinner. Knowing how sentimental Justin is, Brian figured he’d surprise him with a special Christmas Eve dinner.
Justin squeals, “Oh Brian, you’re the best!”
Each spoonful of soup is followed by little moans of delight. Brian breaks off a piece of warm crusty French bread, handing it to Justin who smothers it with butter. But soon their dinner is disturbed by Brian phone ringing again.
“Brian! Where are you? You’re late for dinner.”
“Debbie. I told you I wasn’t coming.”
“And I told you, I wouldn’t take no for an answer!”
“Deb. You know celebrating the holidays isn’t my thing.”
“You’ve missed the last two Christmas Eve dinner, so you better get your ass in gear! Don’t make me come over there and drag up back here.”
“Deb. I’m not Michael, and your threats don’t scare me.”
“You know, you’re an ungrateful little bastard!”
“Enjoy your celebration without me.”
Brian shakes his head trying to ignore Debbie’s threats. Once they finish their soup Justin sits behind Brian, wrapping his arms around him. He slips Brian’s shirt off his shoulders and starts giving him a massage to help him relax. He hopes it will allow Brian to let go of his anger and frustration.
Brian leans his head back and Justin captures his lips. His hands move down Brian’s arms and then to his waistband. Their kisses deepen, as Justin unbuttons Brian’s 501’s. Brian arching his back as Justin takes his cock in his hands stroking him, bringing him to life.
“Oh God! That feels great!”
Justin continues to work him using Brian’s pre-cum as lube. Soon Justin’s hand is slipping up and down his shaft, as Brian’s moans fill the air. Justin slides one hand down between Brian’s legs, caressing perineum while his other hand increases his momentum pulling Brian closer to fruition. He gently squeezes Brian’s scrotum, while continuing to slide his hand up his cock. Justin’s thumb glides across his slit making Brian’s body quake with pleasure. Soon Brian’s consumed by his orgasm and he shoots, coating his stomach.
“Oh Justin! Oh God, I love you!”
Brian relaxes against Justin’s chest as his body rides out his last waves of ecstasy.
“I love you too, Brian!”
Brian just grunts unable to form complete sentences, as he comes down from his euphoric high.
“All better now?”
“Much!”
Justin strokes Brian damp hair out of his eyes, and he kisses his forehead. Then he reaches into the drawer on the coffee table taking out a joint, he lights it handing it to Brian. Brian inhales the pungent smoke, enjoying the strong taste as his mind relaxes. It helps to take the edge off, releasing all of his residual stress from earlier. Brian watches the flames of the fire dance across the logs as Justin opens another bottle champagne.
Brian gets up and soon returns with their second course, endive salad with avocado, hearts of palm and shrimp. Justin grins, he knows how much Brian loves salad. This has all his favorites on it and it tastes great. As they sit in front of the fire it occurs to Justin that they’re finally having their floor picnic, although he’ll never tell Brian that. Tonight is wonderful and he can’t help thinking that Brian is being so sweet and romantic. Everything is going perfectly, well that is until Brian’s damn phone rings again.
Brian answers it snapping, “What the fuck is it!”
“God Brian there’s no reason to take my head off. I’m just worried about you.”
“There’s nothing to worry about Michael. I’m just fine.”
“Well, Ma doesn’t think so. She wants you to come to dinner. Everyone’s here, and it’s the same without you. I miss you.”
“Mikey. Shouldn’t you being worrying about your own little family, not me?”
“Brian. Tell me where you are, and I’ll come get you.”
“I’m at home, and I’m just fine Michael.”
“The fuck you are! I’m standing in the middle of the loft and you’re not here!”
“What the fuck are you doing at the loft?”
“Looking for you! Asshole!”
“Go home! Go back to Deb’s and celebrate with your husband and kid, and leave me out of this!”
“I can’t go back without you. Ma will kill me!”
“Michael! Are you listening? Go home, and stop worrying about me!”
Brian hangs up before Michael and can start whining at him again.
~~~
“Come here.”
Justin pushes him down on the rug in front of the fireplace. Sitting back on his knees he runs his hands down Brian’s sides. He leans forward and brushes his lips over Brian’s setting the mood. Licking his way down his chest, he stops at Brian jeans and pulls to the buttons with his teeth and they pop open. Justin sits back and pulls Brian’s pants down his thighs, and then over his calf’s, finally tossing them to the side.
Grinning he climbs back up his body, rubbing himself against Brian until their groins are touching, and growing hard against one another. He takes both of them in his hands and squeeze them gently as he pulls this hand up. Soon they’re both bubbling pre-cum, running down their shafts. Justin takes advantage of the situation coating his fingers then reaching back covering his pucker. Then he offers Brian his fingers to lick the remaining juices.
Raising himself up, he positions himself above Brian. Slowly he lowers himself until Brian is fully embedded within his tight canal. Brian’s head is back and his mouth is open as Justin’s walls encompass him and their warm flesh glides against each other sending ripples of pleasure through both of them. Brian may have preached about always having safe sex, but since they’ve decided to go raw he’s never regretted it. Brian's never felt anything that compares to the way he feels when he’s with Justin. They’ve reached a new level of commitment that neither of them would ever consider risking for a random trick.
Once Justin’s adjusted to Brian girth he slowly starts raising and lowering himself. He takes a little more of Brian into him on each downward thrust. Brian reaches out and takes a hold of Justin’s hips, holding him in place as Justin closes his eyes and lets himself become one with Brian. He’s in heaven as Brian slides deeper into him caressing his prostate with his plump ridge. Justin’s moaning is growing louder and louder as he plunges himself up and down repeatedly. Soon waves of pleasure spiraling out like a tidal wave washing over him.
Brian loves to watch his husband as he surrenders to him completely. Justin’s lower lip starts to quiver and his body follows suit until he’s trembling. Brian follows close behind as he continues to holding Justin as he chants Brian’s name. Finally Justin collapses from exhausting, lying across Brian’s chest. Brian wraps his arms around him holding him close until his breathing subsides.
They lie together like that for the next twenty minutes, until they realize that if they don’t move they’ll be glued together by all of Justin’s jiz. Brian rolls them over dislodging himself and then he takes Justin’s hand and leads him to the shower on the main floor of the mansion. Their soapy hands run across each other reminiscence of all their showers they’ve shared together at the loft. Brian has no desire to end their playfulness. But he knows if they don’t, they’ll stay in there into the water runs cold. After toweling the water off his sweet angel, he wraps him up in a royal blue silk robe, himself in a bright red robe.
Justin returns to setting in front of the fire, his mind wandering as he contemplates his future. The last two years have been a struggle, at times he wondered if they could really make it work. But now he’s here with Brian in their dream home. He’s career is on track, he’s established himself in the New York’s art scene. His agent has no problem booking him in galleries throughout the states, and Europe. He’s so glad that Brian and he ignored all the naysayers and did it their way.
Justin’s pulled from his daydream as Brian sets down their main course of king crab legs and lobster tails, with mini red skin potatoes and asparagus spears, and lots and lots of lemon and melted butter. Justin eyes grow large, and his mouth waters as he takes in the feast before him. He’s floored that Brian has prepared him such a grand dinner, he feels a little dazed and totally impressed. Brian knows Justin loves for seafood, comes in just behind his love for sex, and he’s so glad to give him his fill of both tonight.
Brian will never get over how much pleasure Justin gets out of eating fine food. He wasn’t sure he could pull this dinner off. But with Emmett’s help, and explicit instructions on how to prepare everything, and the timing of each course. Of course, he threatened Em and with castration if he told anyone about their private Christmas Eve dinner.
“Brian. I can’t believe that you did all of this for me.”
“Well, I had a little help along the way. I’m just glad you enjoyed it, Sunshine.”
Justin crawls up on Brian’s lap to show his appreciation. Just as Brian is about to lie him down in front of the fire place for another romantic interlude, the phone rings one more time.
“What! What is it now?”
“Brian?”
“Mother Taylor?”
“I must have hit the wrong button. I was trying to reach Justin. I didn’t mean to disturb you, and… Well I… I’m sorry that you and Justin have… That you aren’t…”
In the background, they both here Justin.
“Brian? Brian who’s on the phone? I can’t believe they’re calling you again!”
“Ahhh…”
“Brian. May I please speak with my son!”
Brian smirks, “It’s your mommy, dear.”
“Mom?”
“Justin is there something you want to tell me?”
“Mom… I… Why are you calling?”
“Justin! I think you owe me an explanation! You know how concerned I was earlier tonight, and now to find out that you lied to me! Why?”
“Mom. It’s just that Brian and I…”
“Ouch! Fuck! Justin you’ve been back two weeks. When the fuck are you going to unpack all these boxes!”
“Two weeks? Justin? Two weeks?”
“Mom. Would it make a difference if I told you you’re still only the second person to l know I’ve moved home?”
“Well since you’re back I expect you and Brian for Christmas dinner tomorrow. Don’t even try and talk yourself out of it!”
“Now. Molly wanted to thank you for her new iPhone. That was very generous of you. But don’t think I’m not angry about you lying to me.”
“I’m sorry mom. I really am. I was going to tell you in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks!”
“It’s just that Brian and I wanted to have some time just to ourselves. You know how everyone can be.”
“Well… Okay… I can understand that, knowing how Debbie is, and I promise not to tell anyone about your little secret.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“Tomorrow Justin! Two o’clock!”
“I promise.”
Brian returns from the kitchen surprising Justin with a cheesecake and fresh strawberries covered in chocolate. Justin smiles his bright sunshine smiles as he sees that Brian has brought him the same dessert that they had at their wedding.
“Oh, Brian! Cheesecake from Amel’s! You really are the best husband!”
Justin drives Brian crazy with each bite. All his moaning makes Brian get a bit jealous of that huge slice of cheesecake. But Justin wastes no time in polishing it off. Of course, he knows there’s a whole remaining cake in the kitchen.
There’s nothing better to get him in the mood, than champagne and confections. Brian turned off all the phones after having enough interruptions for one night.
Soon they slip out of their robes and find themselves in front of the fireplace much like the first time they were here together. Brian loves the way flames flicker, making their skin glow from the burning embers.
He can feel the warmth on his skin, much like the warmth in his heart.
It may have taken him years to get here, but now that he is, he's never letting go. They were happy, both waiting for this moment for so long and it was finally here. They were finally home where they belonged.
“Happy anniversary Mr. Taylor-Kinney!”
The End…
daisybelle (daisybellewrites on tumblr)FROM:
7wildwaysupTITLE: Alone for the Holidays
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. fluff/schmooop, angst, AU, canon-compliant, hurt/comfort, humor, sexy fun times. Brian and Justin are snowed in and won't be able to come to Debbie's christmas dinner.
NOTE: R, Porn. 3525 words. Banner by ForeverBM. Brian and Justin are on their own for the holidays…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Alone for the Holidays…
“Mom. Mom, I know you’re disappointed but it just can’t be helped. I promised Clayton that I’d have four painting done for the Winter Showcase the first week in January.”
“It’s just that I was looking forward to seeing you. It’s been almost six month since you’ve been home for a visit.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I really thought that I’d be finished by now, but it’s taking me longer than I expected.”
“You know Deb going to throw a hissy fit, and what about Brian? I know you two have decided to put your relationship on hold, but I also know you’ve been looking forward to seeing him. He seems so unhappy without you.”
“Mom. Brian and I still talk and this is what we’ve both decided. It’s just better this way.”
“I think if you visited more often then maybe Brian would be more open about how much he misses you.”
“And I miss him too, but for right now we’ve decided to see other people. It’s not fair to expect either one of us to be committed when we don’t even know when we’ll see each other next.”
“I just don’t understand, you were so sure that Brian was the one. Hell, you two were almost married, and now you act like it doesn’t even bother you that he’s, he’s… Well, I don’t know what he is, but I know he’s not happy.”
Justin rolls his eyes, trying to wind up his phone call with his mom.
“Will be okay. This separation isn’t forever, and if it’s meant to be, then will find our way back to one another.”
“Justin. I think you’re making a mistake. Brian isn’t going to wait forever. You’ve already been in New York for two years. That’s a long time to put a relationship on hold.”
“Mom. Please.”
“Justin what more do you want? You have an agent, you’ve had your painting featured in a dozen art opening and you’re having your second solo show in the spring. Is it that you’ve decided to stay in New York permanently?”
“I haven’t decided anything. But when I do, you’ll be the first to know. Okay, the second. So please don’t worry about me and Brian. He’s very supportive of my career choices.”
“It’s just he seems so sad, and he’s working eighty hours a week, drowning himself in his work. If he’s not careful he’ll going to work himself to death. He misses you Justin, he’s just too proud to say.”
“And I miss him too. Like I said we talk, and we’re both on the same page. Now I really have to go, and so do you. You’re already late for Deb’s Christmas Eve party.”
“I just hate that you’re spending the holidays alone over Christmas. I know you’re celebrating with your neighbors and friends from the gallery. But it’s not the same as spending the holidays with your family and the man you love.”
“Who would have ever thought you’d be Brian’s biggest cheerleader. Miracles never cease!”
“Oh Justin!”
“I’m hanging up now. You Molly and Tucker have a great Christmas!”
~~~
“Brian! You almost had me moaning into my mother’s ear! Knowing you, you’d probably like it if my mother hear us.”
“Sorry, but I can’t keep my hands off you. Besides it’s not my fault that you’re a little liar!”
“Oh, that’s priceless! We both agreed it would be easier if we kept everyone in the dark.”
“Well it’s worked for the last two years! Why change things!”
“It is nice not having any of them interfering constantly and trying to influence our decisions. I’m so happy we decided to cancel calling off our wedding.”
“Me Too!”
“Now why don’t you poke up willy, while I get us some champagne?”
“You know I’d rather poke up you.”
Justin walks away swaying his hips, making Brian’s mouth water. After stoking the fire Justin returns with a bottle of Cristo, and Brian fills their crystal champagne flutes. They kiss each other between sips of champagne, and soon the champagne is forgotten.
Justin’s moaning loudly, as Brian lips caress his neck and tickle the back of his ear as he finds that special place driving Justin crazy. Justin rolls his head back allowing Brian more access as his tongue licks and nips his way around his neck. Brian’s hands find their way down to the hem of Justin shirt, slipping his fingers under the fabric he pulls it up and over Justin’s head. His lips continue down Justin’s chest detouring over to his left nipple. His teeth lightly grazing against Justin’s taut nub. Justin whimpers as Brian’s tongue suckles him and his teeth gently pull on the cool golden ring.
Justin whispers, “Brian…”
Justin becomes intoxicated by all the sensations building within, and then the spell is broken by Brian’s cell phone ringing.
Brian hisses as he pulls away and answers it, knowing that it’s Lindsay.
“Hi daddy! Merry Christmas Eve!”
“Hey Sonny Boy!”
“Daddy, Santa is coming tonight!”
“He is? Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes daddy. I’ve been very good! I shared some of my Christmas cookies with JR. Even though Mrs. Davidson made them just for me, she’s my piano teacher.”
“You’re taking piano lessons?”
“Yep! I can play Chopsticks, and I’m learning Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star, but it’s a lot harder than Chopsticks.”
“I’m sure you’ll learn it if you practice.”
“That’s what mommy says. Daddy I wish you could be here for Christmas.”
“Me too! You know I miss you, right?”
“I miss you too daddy, and Justy!”
“I know you do, and I miss Justy too.”
“Daddy, when are you going to marry Justy? You know you better do it soon before he marries someone in New York.”
He can hear Lindsay in the background, “Gus, your daddy and Justin aren’t together anymore. I told you that. Now don’t keep bringing it up, do you hear me?”
Gus goes into the closet, whispering, “Daddy, don’t you love Justy anymore?”
“I do. I love him very much. But let’s keep that our secret.”
“Okay. But daddy, can we tell Justy? Because I’m pretty sure he still loves you too.”
“Don’t you worry about it. I’ll be sure and let him know.”
“Okay! Mommy’s yelling, she wants to talk to you. Merry Christmas daddy!”
“Merry Christmas Sonny Boy! Now be good for your mommy, and I’ll call you on New Year’s Eve.”
“I love you daddy!”
“I love you too, Gus!”
“Brian. I’m so sorry about that. You know how kids are. Even though I’ve explained to him that you and Justin no longer love each other, he still thinks you’re together.”
“Do you really think that Lindsay? Do you think we don’t love each other?”
“Brian. It’s better this way. He has his career to think about, and his new friends in New York. You need to let him go. He has a new life now, one that doesn’t include you anymore.”
“We almost got married Lindsay! Do you really think I just stopped loving him because he’s in New York?”
“Brian. Be realistic. Justin’s never going to move back to Pittsburgh, or come back to you.”
“Wow! Thanks. I can always count on you to be supportive.”
“Brian! Brian…”
“Mel! I can’t believe Brian just hung up on me.”
“Why not? He’s always been an asshole! What’s new?”
~~~
.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s just fucking Lindsay. She can be such a bitch sometimes.”
“Don’t think about her. She’s hundreds of miles away, and she doesn’t know shit about us and how we feel about each other.”
“I know…”
“I’m so glad we decided to exclude everyone from our private life.”
“Me too. I like having you all to myself.”
Brian grins, happy that it’s just him and Justin celebrating Christmas together.”
“Why is it that my friends seem happier, thinking I’m miserable? That you’ve left me, and they’re so sure it’s for the better. It’s totally fucked up.”
“They really don’t know you anymore. They can’t see that you’ve changed. That you’re not that stud chasing tail every night. Besides it just makes it even more fun knowing that they’re clueless and complete idiots.”
“How about filling our glasses, and I’ll get our first course.”
“I can’t believe that you’ve made me dinner. You know you’re amazing sometimes.”
“Just sometimes?”
Brian returns with lobster bisque soup and a baguette of sourdough bread.
“Yum, this is great.”
“It should be, it’s your favorite. It’s from Amel’s. You didn’t actually think I cooked?”
Amel’s is Justin’s favorite seafood restaurant and it’s where we celebrated our wedding dinner. Knowing how sentimental Justin is, Brian figured he’d surprise him with a special Christmas Eve dinner.
Justin squeals, “Oh Brian, you’re the best!”
Each spoonful of soup is followed by little moans of delight. Brian breaks off a piece of warm crusty French bread, handing it to Justin who smothers it with butter. But soon their dinner is disturbed by Brian phone ringing again.
“Brian! Where are you? You’re late for dinner.”
“Debbie. I told you I wasn’t coming.”
“And I told you, I wouldn’t take no for an answer!”
“Deb. You know celebrating the holidays isn’t my thing.”
“You’ve missed the last two Christmas Eve dinner, so you better get your ass in gear! Don’t make me come over there and drag up back here.”
“Deb. I’m not Michael, and your threats don’t scare me.”
“You know, you’re an ungrateful little bastard!”
“Enjoy your celebration without me.”
Brian shakes his head trying to ignore Debbie’s threats. Once they finish their soup Justin sits behind Brian, wrapping his arms around him. He slips Brian’s shirt off his shoulders and starts giving him a massage to help him relax. He hopes it will allow Brian to let go of his anger and frustration.
Brian leans his head back and Justin captures his lips. His hands move down Brian’s arms and then to his waistband. Their kisses deepen, as Justin unbuttons Brian’s 501’s. Brian arching his back as Justin takes his cock in his hands stroking him, bringing him to life.
“Oh God! That feels great!”
Justin continues to work him using Brian’s pre-cum as lube. Soon Justin’s hand is slipping up and down his shaft, as Brian’s moans fill the air. Justin slides one hand down between Brian’s legs, caressing perineum while his other hand increases his momentum pulling Brian closer to fruition. He gently squeezes Brian’s scrotum, while continuing to slide his hand up his cock. Justin’s thumb glides across his slit making Brian’s body quake with pleasure. Soon Brian’s consumed by his orgasm and he shoots, coating his stomach.
“Oh Justin! Oh God, I love you!”
Brian relaxes against Justin’s chest as his body rides out his last waves of ecstasy.
“I love you too, Brian!”
Brian just grunts unable to form complete sentences, as he comes down from his euphoric high.
“All better now?”
“Much!”
Justin strokes Brian damp hair out of his eyes, and he kisses his forehead. Then he reaches into the drawer on the coffee table taking out a joint, he lights it handing it to Brian. Brian inhales the pungent smoke, enjoying the strong taste as his mind relaxes. It helps to take the edge off, releasing all of his residual stress from earlier. Brian watches the flames of the fire dance across the logs as Justin opens another bottle champagne.
Brian gets up and soon returns with their second course, endive salad with avocado, hearts of palm and shrimp. Justin grins, he knows how much Brian loves salad. This has all his favorites on it and it tastes great. As they sit in front of the fire it occurs to Justin that they’re finally having their floor picnic, although he’ll never tell Brian that. Tonight is wonderful and he can’t help thinking that Brian is being so sweet and romantic. Everything is going perfectly, well that is until Brian’s damn phone rings again.
Brian answers it snapping, “What the fuck is it!”
“God Brian there’s no reason to take my head off. I’m just worried about you.”
“There’s nothing to worry about Michael. I’m just fine.”
“Well, Ma doesn’t think so. She wants you to come to dinner. Everyone’s here, and it’s the same without you. I miss you.”
“Mikey. Shouldn’t you being worrying about your own little family, not me?”
“Brian. Tell me where you are, and I’ll come get you.”
“I’m at home, and I’m just fine Michael.”
“The fuck you are! I’m standing in the middle of the loft and you’re not here!”
“What the fuck are you doing at the loft?”
“Looking for you! Asshole!”
“Go home! Go back to Deb’s and celebrate with your husband and kid, and leave me out of this!”
“I can’t go back without you. Ma will kill me!”
“Michael! Are you listening? Go home, and stop worrying about me!”
Brian hangs up before Michael and can start whining at him again.
~~~
“Come here.”
Justin pushes him down on the rug in front of the fireplace. Sitting back on his knees he runs his hands down Brian’s sides. He leans forward and brushes his lips over Brian’s setting the mood. Licking his way down his chest, he stops at Brian jeans and pulls to the buttons with his teeth and they pop open. Justin sits back and pulls Brian’s pants down his thighs, and then over his calf’s, finally tossing them to the side.
Grinning he climbs back up his body, rubbing himself against Brian until their groins are touching, and growing hard against one another. He takes both of them in his hands and squeeze them gently as he pulls this hand up. Soon they’re both bubbling pre-cum, running down their shafts. Justin takes advantage of the situation coating his fingers then reaching back covering his pucker. Then he offers Brian his fingers to lick the remaining juices.
Raising himself up, he positions himself above Brian. Slowly he lowers himself until Brian is fully embedded within his tight canal. Brian’s head is back and his mouth is open as Justin’s walls encompass him and their warm flesh glides against each other sending ripples of pleasure through both of them. Brian may have preached about always having safe sex, but since they’ve decided to go raw he’s never regretted it. Brian's never felt anything that compares to the way he feels when he’s with Justin. They’ve reached a new level of commitment that neither of them would ever consider risking for a random trick.
Once Justin’s adjusted to Brian girth he slowly starts raising and lowering himself. He takes a little more of Brian into him on each downward thrust. Brian reaches out and takes a hold of Justin’s hips, holding him in place as Justin closes his eyes and lets himself become one with Brian. He’s in heaven as Brian slides deeper into him caressing his prostate with his plump ridge. Justin’s moaning is growing louder and louder as he plunges himself up and down repeatedly. Soon waves of pleasure spiraling out like a tidal wave washing over him.
Brian loves to watch his husband as he surrenders to him completely. Justin’s lower lip starts to quiver and his body follows suit until he’s trembling. Brian follows close behind as he continues to holding Justin as he chants Brian’s name. Finally Justin collapses from exhausting, lying across Brian’s chest. Brian wraps his arms around him holding him close until his breathing subsides.
They lie together like that for the next twenty minutes, until they realize that if they don’t move they’ll be glued together by all of Justin’s jiz. Brian rolls them over dislodging himself and then he takes Justin’s hand and leads him to the shower on the main floor of the mansion. Their soapy hands run across each other reminiscence of all their showers they’ve shared together at the loft. Brian has no desire to end their playfulness. But he knows if they don’t, they’ll stay in there into the water runs cold. After toweling the water off his sweet angel, he wraps him up in a royal blue silk robe, himself in a bright red robe.
Justin returns to setting in front of the fire, his mind wandering as he contemplates his future. The last two years have been a struggle, at times he wondered if they could really make it work. But now he’s here with Brian in their dream home. He’s career is on track, he’s established himself in the New York’s art scene. His agent has no problem booking him in galleries throughout the states, and Europe. He’s so glad that Brian and he ignored all the naysayers and did it their way.
Justin’s pulled from his daydream as Brian sets down their main course of king crab legs and lobster tails, with mini red skin potatoes and asparagus spears, and lots and lots of lemon and melted butter. Justin eyes grow large, and his mouth waters as he takes in the feast before him. He’s floored that Brian has prepared him such a grand dinner, he feels a little dazed and totally impressed. Brian knows Justin loves for seafood, comes in just behind his love for sex, and he’s so glad to give him his fill of both tonight.
Brian will never get over how much pleasure Justin gets out of eating fine food. He wasn’t sure he could pull this dinner off. But with Emmett’s help, and explicit instructions on how to prepare everything, and the timing of each course. Of course, he threatened Em and with castration if he told anyone about their private Christmas Eve dinner.
“Brian. I can’t believe that you did all of this for me.”
“Well, I had a little help along the way. I’m just glad you enjoyed it, Sunshine.”
Justin crawls up on Brian’s lap to show his appreciation. Just as Brian is about to lie him down in front of the fire place for another romantic interlude, the phone rings one more time.
“What! What is it now?”
“Brian?”
“Mother Taylor?”
“I must have hit the wrong button. I was trying to reach Justin. I didn’t mean to disturb you, and… Well I… I’m sorry that you and Justin have… That you aren’t…”
In the background, they both here Justin.
“Brian? Brian who’s on the phone? I can’t believe they’re calling you again!”
“Ahhh…”
“Brian. May I please speak with my son!”
Brian smirks, “It’s your mommy, dear.”
“Mom?”
“Justin is there something you want to tell me?”
“Mom… I… Why are you calling?”
“Justin! I think you owe me an explanation! You know how concerned I was earlier tonight, and now to find out that you lied to me! Why?”
“Mom. It’s just that Brian and I…”
“Ouch! Fuck! Justin you’ve been back two weeks. When the fuck are you going to unpack all these boxes!”
“Two weeks? Justin? Two weeks?”
“Mom. Would it make a difference if I told you you’re still only the second person to l know I’ve moved home?”
“Well since you’re back I expect you and Brian for Christmas dinner tomorrow. Don’t even try and talk yourself out of it!”
“Now. Molly wanted to thank you for her new iPhone. That was very generous of you. But don’t think I’m not angry about you lying to me.”
“I’m sorry mom. I really am. I was going to tell you in a few weeks.”
“A few weeks!”
“It’s just that Brian and I wanted to have some time just to ourselves. You know how everyone can be.”
“Well… Okay… I can understand that, knowing how Debbie is, and I promise not to tell anyone about your little secret.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“Tomorrow Justin! Two o’clock!”
“I promise.”
Brian returns from the kitchen surprising Justin with a cheesecake and fresh strawberries covered in chocolate. Justin smiles his bright sunshine smiles as he sees that Brian has brought him the same dessert that they had at their wedding.
“Oh, Brian! Cheesecake from Amel’s! You really are the best husband!”
Justin drives Brian crazy with each bite. All his moaning makes Brian get a bit jealous of that huge slice of cheesecake. But Justin wastes no time in polishing it off. Of course, he knows there’s a whole remaining cake in the kitchen.
There’s nothing better to get him in the mood, than champagne and confections. Brian turned off all the phones after having enough interruptions for one night.
Soon they slip out of their robes and find themselves in front of the fireplace much like the first time they were here together. Brian loves the way flames flicker, making their skin glow from the burning embers.
He can feel the warmth on his skin, much like the warmth in his heart.
It may have taken him years to get here, but now that he is, he's never letting go. They were happy, both waiting for this moment for so long and it was finally here. They were finally home where they belonged.
“Happy anniversary Mr. Taylor-Kinney!”
The End…
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