Gift #13

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TO: chamilet
FROM: galeandrandy
TITLE: Need
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. fluff/schmooop, AU, canon-compliant, humor, sexy fun times, porn without plot. I love PWP, maybe some frottage? Or sex in public? Or maybe they haven't seen each other in a while but can't seem to get any alone time so they have to attempt to be discreet?
NOTE: I tried my best to write without a plot, but there sort of is one. It has been far too long since I have written and I hope you enjoy this gift.



Need

Brian’s cell phone rang and the familiar name and picture popped up on the screen. The call was not a surprise, yet he nearly threw the device through the windshield of the borrowed vehicle; it was a tricky thing to move his hand from where it rested near the steering wheel all the way to his ear. The phone banged against the glass and then wedged itself into the passenger’s corner of the dashboard. Previously freed from his seatbelt, Brian scrambled after it and maneuvered himself into the precarious position of straddling the middle counsel. He managed to grab the mobile before it stopped ringing and brought it to his ear, breathing heavily from the exertion.

“Hey,” Justin’s peppy tone said.

Brian flopped back into his seat and his body instantly reacted to the voice that greeted him. “Hey,” he replied.

“Are you jerking off right now?”

Brian tried to breathe more regularly and warned, “I will be later if you’re about to tell me you didn’t make it on the flight out of New York and are in fact not on your way out to the pick-up lot.”

“I made it to Pittsburgh,” Justin said. “I’m about to exit the airport’s doors.”

“I’m parked on level one in the first aisle, last space to the right of the Liberty Air pathway.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget I’m in your mom’s car.”

“Like I could forget that you think you’re too good to take an Uber to pick me up,” Justin quipped. “What color is her car?”

“It’s white, but I’ll get out of the car and look for you. See you in a few minutes.”

“Okay, later,” Justin said.

Brian rolled his eyes at the sentiment but replied, “Later.” After disconnecting the call, he gave himself a once over in the rearview mirror, turned the heat on full blast and exited the car.

*

Justin didn’t think that his mother’s new Jeep Cherokee was a particularly sexy car, but seeing Brian leaning against the driver’s door made for an enticing scene. The temperature was a bitter fourteen degrees and it had been a bone chilling five minute walk for Justin, but spotting Brian made his insides heat up and his stiff muscles relaxed. He took off at a jog toward him, dropped his bags next to the Jeep and was soon burrowing into Brian’s hug. He wrapped his own arms around Brian’s waist, tucked his face against his chest and breathed in the scent of the familiar cologne mixed with the scent of leather from the jacket Brian wore.

“Fuck,” Brian gasped out. “You’re squeezing me to death.”

Justin laughed and momentarily let up on the squeezing. He pulled his scarf away from his nose and mouth and grinned up at Brian. “Sorry, with all my layers I couldn’t really feel you.”

One of Brian’s gloved hands ran up his shoulder and then squeezed his neck. “We need to remedy that,” Brian spoke softly before leaning down to his kiss him. Brian’s warm tongue swept softly against his chapped lips and the simple touch caused electricity to sizzle from his lips and go straight to his groin. Brian then pushed his tongue inside his mouth and Justin’s knees weakened. Brian seemed to anticipate this reaction and pressed against the small of his back, forcefully dragging Justin’s body up and into him so that he straddled one of Brian’s legs. Brian continued to use his tongue to skillfully make Justin a needy mess, shamelessly moaning and grinding against Brian’s thigh.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called from behind them. “Excuse me!”

Justin heard the voice, but he was too enthralled in the sensations he’d been deprived of for far too long and he continued to rut against Brian and hoped the lady would just go away. His coat was long and he knew that though they were heavily making out, nobody could really tell what more was going on because the design of the car hid the lower half of their bodies. The lot was also too loud for anyone to hear his noises unless they were standing beside them. That made it all the more exciting and he continued rocking himself against Brian until suddenly Brian let his mouth go and pushed at his shoulders.

“Excuse me!” the woman said once again.

Justin stepped away from Brian and turned in the direction of the person who had interrupted their reunion. It was a young woman dressed head to toe in the airport’s winter gear, obviously a member of the airport’s staff. Justin sighed as he realized his hard cock was probably going to remain in that state with no relief for a little longer.

The woman smirked at them. “The meter is out of time and the parking here is for a half hour max. It’s supposed to start snowing even harder so you better get going sooner than later.”

“Sure, no problem,” Brian said, and picked up Justin’s bags. “We’re leaving now.”

Justin gave the woman a smile and a quick wave before he opened the back door so Brian could put his bags inside. He then went around to the passenger side and got in. Once Brian got into the driver’s seat he asked, “Where’s the closest place we can fuck?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Brian said with grave regret to his tone, “but we don’t have time to stop anywhere.”

“It’s called a quickie for a reason,” Justin scoffed.

*

Brian watched Justin take off his scarf and then his big puffy hat. His hat coming off made his blond hair spring up in a static halo around his head. Justin scrunched his nose up and batted his hair down but the gloves he still wore didn’t help the situation. It was one of those things about Justin that Brian would never admit to thinking was cute, but absolutely was cute and it was the only thing he found good about the cold weather because it happened each time Justin took off his hat.

Justin flung his gloves off and then unzipped his coat. “We’re really not at least going to the loft first?” he whined. He reached over and started massaging the area of Brian’s thigh just beside where his cock rested in his pants. “Because it’s absolutely on the way to my mom’s house.”

Brian groaned and shifted in his seat as he exited onto the snowy expressway. “You’re two days late and your Mom and Tucker leave for the Bahamas early tomorrow morning, remember? They’ve got to get to bed early.”

“Then I’ll just have to perfect my road head skills.” Justin moved his hand up and outlined Brian’s hard dick with his fingers. His other hand unbuttoned, unzipped and then dipped inside his own jeans and he began jerking his cock. “It won’t take me long and by the looks of your cock, it shouldn’t take you long either.”

Brian gestured to road ahead of them as he swiveled his hips and crotch away from Justin’s hand. “As much as I want you to suck my cock, or watch you jerk yourself off, it isn’t a good idea. The roads are shit and I’d rather wait until we get home and there are no distractions.”

Justin took his hand away from Brian’s crotch and sighed loudly as he slowly withdrew his other hand from inside his pants. “This is awful. However, I also love that you’ve become even more safety conscious in your old age.”

“I’m driving your mother’s car, with you in it on a dangerously snowy and icy road,” Brian said, glaring at him. “I don’t want to get in an accident in her brand new car and also hurt or kill her beloved son.” Brian glared at him. “Talk about my age again and I will leave you at your mother’s house tonight.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Justin said with complete certainty. He twisted in his seat and pulled his backpack up from the back and began rifling through it. “It’s been six, no, make that almost seven weeks since you were in New York. There’s no way you would be able to hold off any longer now that we’re in the same city.”

“I’m barely holding off right now,” Brian admitted. “What are you looking for in there?”

“Hand sanitizer,” Justin said and then produced a tiny brown bottle. “Want some?”

“No,” Brian said and waved his gloved fingers. “And aren’t you allergic to that shit?”

“This is a natural lotion with antibacterial properties,” Justin told him, squeezing a dollop of the lotion onto his palm. “I don’t want to hug my mother and sister with dick hand.”

Brian barked out a laugh so loud he saw Justin startle in surprise. “Dick hand?” he asked, laughing.

“Just like cock throat,” Justin said. “I wouldn’t kiss my mother if I still had cock throat either, there’s something so wrong about that.”

Brian continued to laugh as he looked over at Justin who had a serious expression on his face and as he had many times before, he knew that his need for Justin didn’t only pertain to sex. “Dick and cock throat are two entirely different things,” Brian said. “As long as you thoroughly brush your teeth after enthusiastically sucking cock, your mouth is clean.”

“I will still have cock throat, Brian. Cock throat makes me sound like I’ve got strep throat and a stuffy nose and therefore I can’t kiss my mother.”

“There’s no logic to that,” Brian said. He knew he was much happier than he should be driving in the crappy road conditions.

“How else would I explain my symptoms to her if I didn’t pretend to be sick?” Justin asked.

Brian reached over and patted Justin’s head. “You don’t need to, Sunshine. I’m sure your mother, given that she is married to someone decades younger than herself, is well-aware of the notion of cock throat.”

“Brian!” Justin swatted his hand away. “That’s gross!”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Brian told him.

*

Justin stared wide-eyed at their family tucked into every seat available in his mother’s living room. He turned to Brian and mumbled, “You didn’t say the whole family would be here.”

Brian pinched his side and whispered morosely in his ear, “I swear to you that I didn’t know she was inviting them. She said nothing about it when I picked up the car from her a couple of hours ago.”

“Justin! Brian!” Jennifer’s voice boomed through the entryway as she stepped out of the kitchen and saw them huddled by the front door.

At her announcement, the whole rest of the family stopped whatever conversations they were having and noticed them. “Surprise!” they all called out in unison.

“We’re never going to be able to leave,” Justin hissed at Brian, pinching him back. “You just had to borrow her car because you’re too good to take an Uber Black. We could’ve paid for the driver’s silence and fucked under the blanket in my backpack.” He stepped in front of Brian, rubbed his ass against the man’s crotch and then put on a big huge smile. “Mom,” he said, gliding toward her outstretched arms and toward the group of people coming into the hall to greet him.

*

Brian’s mouth watered and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he watched Justin bend down a feet away from him. His ass stretched the cotton of his black jeans to a limit that Brian was certain was about to bust the seams, and it made him worry about the seams of his own jeans. Justin wiggled his ass and then looked over his shoulder at Brian with a devilish smirk before going back to innocently playing mousetrap with the kids.

Brian glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearing nine o’clock and they had been at Jennifer’s for almost two hours. The whole gang had made it to Pittsburgh for the holidays this year and apparently nobody wanted to wait until the following day to see Justin. Brian could understand their motivations because it had been nearly a year since he’d last visited with the whole gang while in Pittsburgh.

“Oh shit!” Jennifer exclaimed, looking at her phone.

Tucker came trudging down the stairs and asked Jenifer, “Did you see…”

“The flight’s been cancelled,” Jennifer finished.

Justin looked over at his mom. “Cancelled, not just delayed?”

Jennifer put her phone down and nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “Yes, cancelled.”

Tucker stood behind Jennifer where she sat on the couch and kissed the back of her head while he rubbed her shoulders. “I’m sorry, babe. At least we bought that trip insurance?”

Jennifer put her hand on Tucker’s and leaned her head back and they shared a small kiss. “I guess we’ll just have to go in February.”

“Did they say why it is cancelled?” Lindsay asked.

It seemed that all at once various beeps and alert noises sounded off on everyone’s cell phones. Brian glanced at his phone and glared at the weather alert text message that adorned his screen.

Justin probably had his cell phone in his backpack and so he crawled over and knelt beside Brian as the rest of the gang began talking and groaning. “What’s it say?” he asked.

Brian showed him the phone and the alert that read “Sudden Severe Winter Weather”. He then clicked on the message and read the details aloud. “A front from the east coast has unexpectedly shifted and we are currently…”

“You’re all going to have to stay here tonight,” Jennifer announced, interrupting Brian. She was kneeling on the couch and holding open the drapes that hung in front of the large window behind her.

There was a lot of groaning, but nobody could truly protest the idea after they saw outside. Snow had already accumulated to just above the window and the street outside looked to have at least three feet or more accumulation. The cars parked on the street were almost invisible and the wind and snow blew around at an alarming speed.

“If you have anything in your cars that you need right now I suggest you better go get it soon,” Tucker said. “I’m sure the plows will be out early and we’ve got a couple of snow shovels in the garage to help us dig out in the morning.”

Brian groaned and ran his hand through Justin’s hair. “I’m not sleeping on the floor and I am not sleeping in the same room as anyone else,” he warned as everyone began talking over one another about the sleeping preparations.

“It’ll be like glamping, Uncle Brian,” Jenny Rebecca said to him.

“My dad hates any sort of camping,” Gus said, turning toward Brian and Justin. “You wouldn’t even go glamping last summer when we went to Yellowstone.”

“There’s no such thing as glamping,” Brian defended. “Glamping is what people who don’t like bugs, dirt and sleeping on the ground tell themselves they’re doing so that they can dilude themselves into thinking they’re having fun camping.”

“Tonight there will be no glamping,” Melanie said the last word with disdain.

“We did glamp in Yellowstone,” Lindsay told Melanie. “You enjoyed it and so did the kids.”

“I enjoy camping and I enjoyed the extra amenities that you and our kids being high maintenance brought to the experience, but I will never call what we did, glamping.”

“I’m not high maintenance,” Gus guffawed. “Dad is high maintenance.”

“I took you to Maui,” Brian reminded his son. “If you ever plan on going back there I suggest you shut your mouth.”

“Right, yup,” Gus agreed and made the motion of zipping his mouth shut.

“Listen up,” Debbie yelled. Everyone continued to talk and bitch and groan. She clapped her hands together and said, “All right, all right, everybody shut up.”

The room quickly went quiet.

Jennifer stood beside Debbie and said, “We’re going to make this fair. Debbie and Carl will have the spare queen room. Tucker and I will be in our room with Molly on the couch in there.”

“But Mooooom,” Molly whined. “Why do I…”

Brian felt a little bad for her, the young woman was in college and though she was very petite, it was a little unfair that she had to sleep on a couch in her mother’s room instead of staying in her own.

Jennifer gave her daughter an exasperated look that quickly silenced her. “All the other adult couples will draw their room out of a hat. There’s a murphy double in the office, a double guest bedroom, the couch folds out in here and there’s a queen blow up mattress we can fit in the dining room.”

“She’s so prepared,” Lindsay commented to Melanie, a little bit in awe.

“It’s as though she and Debbie discussed this long before now,” Melanie said with suspicion.

Jennifer and Debbie shared another quick soft discussion that had Jennifer nodding her head in agreement of something. “For those of you single adults and kids, you’ll have to make do with the recliners in here or sleep in blanket pallets on the floor of whatever room your parents are in.”

“That means we get to choose whatever one of our parents gets the most spacious room,” Gus told Jenny Rebecca. He held out his hand for a high five and the two teenagers laughed maniacally at his cleverness.

“Shit,” Brian said under his breath.

Justin looked up at him and said succinctly. “Two words, Brian: Uber Black.”

*

“How does this bathroom not have a lock on the door?” Brian whispered.

“It’s an old house,” Justin said. “You know what Britin was like before we updated it.”

Justin turned on the water in the shower and looked at Brian’s reflection as the man came up behind him. Brian snaked his hands up his waist and then up under his shirt. He stared into Brian’s eyes until Brian dipped his head and began nuzzling his neck. “You know you’re going to owe me big for this,” Justin whispered.

“Shh, you’re being too loud,” Brian warned, biting his neck.

Justin yelped and pushed his ass in a circular motion against Brian’s hard jean covered cock. “You’re an asshole.”

Brian smiled deviously and turned Justin’s face toward him. He pushed his mouth hard against Justin’s, giving him a deliciously filthy kiss. Then he started grinding against Justin’s ass, thrusting up and against him, his cock leaking in his underwear.

Not getting the friction he required, Justin turned and unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them. He watched hungrily as Brian did the same with his own. “I need you to fuck me.”


Brian smiled at the wet spot he saw on Justin’s boxer briefs and tugged him against him. He thrust his own clothed cock against Justin and bent down to press kisses along his throat. “In the shower, now.”

*

Keeping his balance in a tiny shower bath tub while also thrusting into Justin’s tight hole wasn’t as easy for Brian as it had once been, but the experience wasn’t any less pleasurable. It had been far too long since they’d last had sex.

“Faster,” Justin demanded against the hand Brian had covering his mouth.

Brian began slamming into Justin more quickly, but it seemed to accentuate to anyone who could hear them exactly what they were doing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, whyyyyeeeee,” Justin whined when Brian stopped entirely.

“Gus is in the next room and this shower stall makes every movement echo,” Brian said.

Justin took Brian’s hand away from his mouth and moved it to his cock. “Then go slow,” he panted. “Just make sure you also go really fucking deep.”

“That,” Brian said, drawing his cock out of the warm hole, “I can do.” He pushed back in at a pace that was agonizing to them both.

The mood shifted more than just the pace of their fuck. The sound of the water drowned out any other moans they made. When Brian draped his front completely over Justin’s back, the vibration of their voices as they moaned their pleasure seemed into one another’s skin. The steam worked like a blanket of warmth surrounding them as their bodies moved as one. They were no longer chasing their own needs for release, but were connecting in and working for them together.

As good as it felt just being together, the water began to grow cold and they would have to get out soon.

As soon as he felt the water change in temperature, Brian gripped Justin’s cock tighter and began to jerk him off at a pace that was much faster than his thrusts. He felt his orgasm tingling in the base of spine and his dick became even harder and had to bite his lip so he didn’t yell out. Only seconds later he felt Justin’s warm come spill over his hand, while his ass tightened around Brian’s cock. A few more deep thrusts and Brian joined Justin in the spiraling ecstasy of his orgasm.

When he could think clearly again, he tossed the condom in the trash, grabbed them both towels and handed one to Justin.

Justin looked boneless, resting against the shower’s tile wall. He gave Brian a sleepy smile and clumsily patted his hair with the towel.

Brian smiled with satisfaction and leaned down to give Justin a kiss that made him feel like he could go again.

Justin didn’t seem to agree because he yawned into Brian’s mouth mid-kiss.

“You all right?” Brian asked.

“Mmm, just tired. I really needed that,” Justin said.

Brian took Justin’s hand, helped him over the bathtub and then took over drying him. “So did I.”

The End