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amelialourdesTITLE: Proud of Your Boy
GIFT REQUEST: After episode 117 where it ends on Brian putting his arm around Justin as they get high outside Debbie's house. I'd love to see more of this scene of however the author wants to take through to somehow end up with some sweet, yet in character sex in Justin's room.
Hope you enjoy!
Justin remembered that the night was cold. It was a bitter freezing cold and he should’ve had a thicker jacket on. Brian was wearing something warm or maybe that was just the heat of his own body that Justin felt when he leaned into him, sharing the smoke of the joint between them. The memory seemed so far away but looking down at a photo of he and Daphne the morning of the school protest that was featured in the local paper, it had felt like yesterday.
Everyone was still inside, eating their ziti and having a heated political discussion in front of the Senator. Outside, Justin still felt Brian’s lips against his own and enjoyed the slight buzz the weed provided him. They passed it back and forth between each other, staring up at the sky in silence until Brian broke it with, “Mikey told me I could fuck you anywhere except for your room.”
Justin almost coughed on his inhale, “What?”
He passed it back to Brian as Brian turned his head to smile that half-smile, sly and mischievous. “He said it to me after you blew me in there that first time.” Their fingers brushed together and Justin just wanted to hold on. After what he’d been through today, he really wanted Brian and what Brian was telling him was that it wasn’t happening tonight.
Justin knew exactly what the absurd rule was about -- Michael’s own jealousy. It was no longer his room but Brian got from Justin what Michael would never get. It didn’t matter whether or not it was in Justin’s room, Michael wasn’t having sex with Brian anywhere. Michael still hadn’t realized that yet. Justin knew it the first night they all met.
“So are you going to fuck me outside then?” Justin joked, watching Brian crush the rest of the small joint underneath his shoe.
“Too cold,” Brian shrugged.
“Brian! Justin! Get your asses in here. Say good bye to the Senator, Sunshine. She’s leaving now.” The mood was interrupted by Deb. She had a tendency to do that. Even when Justin was upstairs and daydreaming about Brian, jerking off to some wonderful memories, she never failed to interrupt at the most inopportune time.
Justin was about to walk forward when Brian grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him close, immediately pressing their lips together in a rough, messy kiss. They were all lips, teeth, and tongue. Brian left a wet trail that led straight over Justin’s jaw and down to his neck. Brian pressed another kiss to his lips and pulled away, leaving him a wreck.
Without a backward glance, Brian walked back into the house and Justin stood there for a minute longer. When he thought he recovered from the kiss (and when his toes started to freeze) he went back inside in time to see the Senator pulling on her coat.
“Justin,” she smiled at him when it was his turn to say good bye to her. He was about to shake her hand when she pulled him in for a hug. “You’re a brave young man,” she told him, pulling back to look at him. Her eyes looked straight into his. She had this way of focusing on one person, giving that person her full attention, and making them feel like they mattered completely. She was definitely a politician. “And you make sure that they keep your club. You have a lot of passion, young man. Make sure it’s put to good use,” she advised him.
Justin nodded, managing to form a small smile as he thought about Brian’s words to him outside. Something about just using him to get votes, implying that she didn’t really care about this. Sure, Brian was probably right but she wasn’t lying to him now. She wasn’t using him now and he took her words to heart.
“Thank you for your help, Senator,” he ended up shaking her hand anyway.
Debbie followed her out to her car and continued to speak to her until she got inside. Justin watched this from the window until someone grabbed his wrist.
Brian started to drag him up the stairs while Justin weakly protested, trailing behind him.
“Brian! What are you --”
Brian shut the door behind them both and pressed Justin up against it, shutting him up with a kiss.
All Justin could think about was Michael rushing upstairs to yell at them both for trying this again. Michael hadn’t even left yet. He was downstairs next to Deb. They could come back. Everyone else had already left or was starting to leave. Vic was cleaning up in the kitchen. Michael was with Deb and he definitely wasn’t leaving without saying good-bye to Brian.
But here was Brian, wanting to be with him, wanting to fuck in his room, his room. His sex-addled brain could think of nothing else but this and really couldn’t give a fuck whether or not they were interrupted. Every inch of his skin ached to be with Brian. Justin was completely addicted to him and still yearned for him, pined after him.
Brian’s tongue slipped past his lips and Justin sucked on it before allowing it to enter, his own tongue rubbing up against it, fusing their lips together in another heated kiss as their tongues dueled.
“Brian?” There it was. Justin froze as he heard Michael’s voice coming from the bottom of the stairs. “Brian!” he shouted again after he didn’t receive a reply.
Brian’s lips just moved from Justin’s to the side of his neck, biting down and sucking on his skin. Justin held in the gasp and moan that was threatening to come home from that one move alone.
“Justin?” Michael called next.
“Michael!” Deb’s voice was heard loud and clear. “Leave them alone for fuck’s sake.”
“Ma, I told him! I told him already …” Michael’s voice trailed off as he stopped yelling and brought his voice down to normal, human levels.
Brian started to sink to his knees in front of him with Justin still pressed against the door. Justin quickly flashed to his very first blow job that wasn’t in a bed, that wasn’t in Brian’s bed. It happened right here with Brian standing in the middle of the room. This time, it was Brian on his knees and expertly pushing down his jeans.
Justin buried his fingers in Brian’s perfect hair, his head falling back against the door as he felt the heat of Brian’s breath mouthing his cock through his underwear. “Brian,” he whispered, urging him on. Getting high made Brian very, very horny and apparently it did the same for Justin.
It was the first time Brian actually listened to him and pressed his mouth over his boxer briefs, wetting the material as he sucked his cock through it. The underwear was already tented. All Brian had to do was pull it down to reveal just how hard Justin was for him. Instead, he teased and played with him, making Justin so hard that he was already leaking pre-cum from the head of his cock.
It was then that Brian pulled down his underwear and took him fully into his mouth. Justin groaned loudly, unable to help the sounds that he made when he was with Brian. Justin couldn’t control the volume or the sounds that he’d made. They were eager, primal, starting from his very core until it emerged from his lips.
Brian, from what Justin could tell from the endless parade of men he’d seen, rarely gave blow jobs. If you were with Brian Kinney, you better be on your knees in front of him and worshiping his cock. Justin recognized and appreciated (and was fucking grateful) that Brian’s high made him want to feel cock in his mouth and he took it down like a champ.
Brian Kinney never did anything half-assed. He quickly relaxed his throat and Justin was not surprised to find that he didn’t have a gag reflex. Justin’s dick slipped past his lips, over his tongue, and straight down until it hit the back of his throat.
Justin had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop the loud noises but Brian grabbed his arm and forced his hand away. If Justin were of sound mind, he’d probably think that it was kind of romantic how Brian wanted to hear him. At the moment, he was starting to see stars.
He was a teenager and he was with Brian Kinney, it didn’t take much for him to come.
When Justin trembled, Brian pulled off so that only the head of Justin’s cock was in his mouth. When he came, he came hard into Brian’s mouth. Brian sucked eagerly, bobbing his head and unwilling to pull away throughout Justin’s orgasm. Brian’s name was on Justin’s lips again, this time, he whimpered as he said it. It was the best blow job of his life. He didn’t have a lot of experience with them but he knew that this was the best blow job that he ever, ever had.
Before he even have time to recover, Brian stood up and kissed him. There was a hint of Justin’s own taste on his lips and honestly, Justin loved when he did that.
Brian quickly stripped Justin of the rest of his clothes and was quick to take off his own.
Justin ended up on the bed with Brian spread out on top of him. It was a small space, much smaller than Brian’s bed in the loft but they worked with the space they were given.
Brian was hard against his leg, and he rutted against him as they continued to kiss. Justin’s recovery time was quick (after all, still a teenager) and he found himself already half-hard as Brian rubbed against his thigh. What Justin loved most of all were the sounds that Brian made when he didn’t realize he was making them. They were these quiet little grunts that Justin loved. Justin had been there in the room, in the backroom when Brian was with other men but he rarely heard this like it was reserved especially for Justin. He knew that that was absolutely not true but he wanted it to be.
Brian somehow procured a condom and a small packet of lube out of thin air. Logically, Justin knew he probably carried them in his pants for such an occasion.
Justin spread his legs and Brian lubed his fingers, reaching down to blindly touch Justin’s hole. He circled it slowly and then pushed his fingers inside, eyes staying fixed to Justin’s the entire time. Justin saw beyond that relaxed look he got when he was buzzed and saw something else. Justin gasped as Brian worked his fingers inside and expected Brian to look away at any moment. Instead, Brian leaned in for a sweet, gentle kiss that was contradictory to the way he started to move his fingers in and out to stretch him.
“Brian,” he whispered, arms wrapping around him to keep him close. Usually, Brian hated that. Tonight, he allowed it.
Once Justin was sufficiently prepared, Brian rolled the condom on, using the rest of the packet of lube, and lined-up against Justin’s body. He pushed inside slowly, past that first ring of muscle, and sinking in as much as he could before Justin’s body resisted.
Brian captured his lips between his own, sucking on his lower lip as he thrust his hips. Justin was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that he’d felt but was determined to hold off this time and not come as quickly. He wasn’t even sure if that was possible but he was going to try.
“So proud,” Justin heard him whisper and didn’t make the mistake of asking again. “Standing up for yourself,” he punctuated each statement with a thrust that made Justin’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Not backing down,” another thrust that sent one of Justin’s hands down to the bed, grabbing at the sheets. “Beating those assholes at their own stupid fucking game,” one more hard thrust that got Brian in deep.
Justin knew he wouldn’t have been able to do any of those things if it wasn’t for Brian. Brian was the one who encouraged him and gave him ideas for the Gay/Straight Alliance. Brian was the person who was teaching him what it meant to be a man by working hard, taking care of his friends, and his son. Brian was the one who said that he never had anyone twice and yet Justin saw him almost every day.
“Justin,” Brian spoke and it was loud and clear in Justin’s ears even though it was probably only a whisper. It was the first time that Brian had used his name during sex. This was the first time that Brian spoke about him like this so openly during sex. Justin knew this was probably from the high but Justin knew Brian meant every single word.
Brian was proud of him.
The build-up was deliciously slow but then Brian started pumping his hips, burying his cock in Justin repeatedly. It was when Brian wrapped his fingers around Justin’s cock that Justin knew this was ending. No matter how much he wanted to go on forever, it was ending.
Brian grunted once, twice, stroking Justin’s cock in time with his thrusts, and then it was over.
Justin came all over himself and he knew Brian came in the condom inside of him. Collapsing on top of him, Justin wrapped his arms tightly around the man on top of him. Once again, Brian let him. Usually, Brian rolled off of him and pulled out but tonight, he stayed. Even when Brian started getting too heavy on top of him, Justin never wanted him to leave.
Eventually, Brian did roll off of him, pulling out, and tossing the condom into the trash can near Justin’s bed.
As he turned, Brian pressed a kiss to his temple and one to his lips, urging his head up. Justin lifted his head and rested it against Brian’s shoulder.
Were they cuddling after sex?
If Justin were more awake, he’d be doing cartwheels around the room. For now, Justin was content to rest right where he was with Brian. Justin was sure that Brian would forget all of this but at least he had the memory for himself.
Justin pulled himself out of his memories as he looked down at the newspaper clipping. He folded the paper and held it between his fingers. Today, he was moving into the loft. This time, it wasn’t because of the bashing and it wasn’t because Brian asked him. This time, Justin made a conscious decision about where he wanted to be and that was with Brian.
“What’s that?” Brian quickly took the clipping out of his hand before he had a chance to put it away. Justin didn’t respond, instead, Brian looked at it and read the caption. A smile appeared on his face and that piqued Justin’s curiosity.
“What?”
“Mikey reamed me out for fucking you that night. I had to go and remind him that it wasn’t his room anymore and he needed to get over himself because whining made my dick soft.” Brian passed the clipping back and Justin put it between the pages of a book.
Justin left some items on the island in the middle of the kitchen, the others he put down into the box on the floor.
“He was probably just jealous,” Brian added after getting a beer from the fridge.
“Jealous?” Justin wondered, busy putting together some old photographs.
“I never fucked him. I never fucked him there in that room. I never told him the things I told you.” Justin stopped flipping through the photographs to look at him. Brian still wasn’t the most communicative person in the world but when he spoke, he said the most surprising things sometimes.
“You remember that? I thought you were high.”
“I was bombed out of my mind the night we met and I still manage to remember that,” he sipped his beer, leaning on the counter.
“True,” Justin agreed.
Brian picked at the label on the bottle and said, “Still proud.”
He was with Brian Kinney on and off for the past 7 years. They’d been through everything together and yet, Brian could still turn him back into that 17-year-old kid he’d met underneath a streetlamp with just a couple of words.
Justin said nothing and instead, put himself between Brian and the kitchen counter, pulling the bottle out of his hands and wrapping his arms around his neck. “Want to relive some memories?”
“Okay, but I’m pretty sure Deb won’t let us in to fuck in Mikey’s old room.”
“Brian!” Justin laughed and was shut up with a kiss.
Some things never changed.
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:39 am (UTC)Michael can get stuffed -- he doesn't get to dictate where Brian and Justin can and can't have sex, not even when it's a room he used to reside in!
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Date: 2012-01-03 11:56 am (UTC)Brian was proud of him.
*flails in the love*
Okay, first let me say that you've gone far and above what I could've ever imagined getting in this prompt. I know I was very specific, and you may not know, but I've asked for this the last three years and it was SOOOOOO worth the wait and absolutely perfect and canon and post-canon perfection all rolled into one.
You totally made my day or more likely my month, and that's including last month too lol. Thank you so much for writing this, it was perfect and I'm so in love with it my mind is in the gutter in a wonderful way that is making it hard for me to actually give thanks in any proper manner.
But thank you, thank you thank you! *dances in joy* And it's time for me to read it again. :)
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Date: 2012-01-07 11:44 am (UTC)Thank you again!
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