Boys Keep Swinging Chapter 2
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nothing_rhymes_with_iantoChapter Summary/Teaser: Brian and Justin have reunion fuckfest, then go to the diner to surprise the family with Justin's arrival.
It had been two days since Justin's return to Pittsburgh. He and Brian hadn't left the loft once. Brian had called in sick- although the suspicion in Cynthia's voice told Brian that she assumed he was having a fuck-fest with a bunch of tricks. Well, at least she had it half right.
Brian's eyes were closed, his head tilted back with the throat exposed, a position of glorious vulnerability. His right hand slid down his chest, finding it's way to Justin's head, fingers tangling in his hair. Justin moaned around Brian's cock, making his lover gasp. He loved it when Brian tugged on his hair. It was kind of the reason he had grown it out after leaving Ethan. He knew Brian had a thing for long hair. That was also why it was the way it was now.
Brian bucked up into Justin's mouth as Justin tongued his slit. He tugged on the hair in his fingers. Justin groaned again at the pull. Brian somehow managed to drag Justin off his cock through the haze of lust that the groan had put him in and Justin somehow managed to fumble the condom onto Brian through his shaking desire. Brian growled in Justin's ear and moved to flip him over, but Justin stopped him.
"Not this time." Brian frowned at him. What the fuck did that mean?
And then Justin was straddling Brian, stretching two fingers inside himself, slicking both Brian and himself up, and impaling himself on Brian's cock. Brian gasped and bucked his hips up as the tight heat surrounded him. Justin tweaked a nipple and he grunted, slapping his Sunshine's ass playfully, before the golden laugh enveloped him, and then Justin's ass was clenching on his cock, and the heat was so good, and they were both coming.
An hour later, they were awake and ready for more. Justin glanced over at his suitcase and his perkiness increased.
"By the way, I got us a present."
"Us?"
"It's for me to use, and you to enjoy." Justin winked and bounded, naked, over to his suitcase. Brian admired the alabaster ass from his position on the bed. Justin turned again, hiding whatever it was behind his back, and hopped onto the bed again. Brian tugged him down into a sitting position, and Justin revealed his present with a flourish.
"Mmmm." Brian purred at the idea of sucking his Sunshine off while Justin had the new sky blue plug inside him.
"Thought you'd like it." Justin grinned.
"It matches your eyes. Can we use it now?"
"Ever the romantic." Justin made a mock exasperated face. "Of course. That's why I brought it out."
Brian pounced, kissing Justin soundly. Justin moved to nibble on Brian's earlobe.
"Want to watch me put it in? Or do you want to do it yourself?" His voice was low and rough, heat practically rolling off him in waves. Brian growled.
"I wanna see you slide it in, stretching yourself open with it. Then I'm gonna fuck you with it and suck your brains out your cock."
This time it was Justin's turn to growl. He scooted back on the bed, situating himself so that Brian had the perfect vantage point. Then he spread his legs, wetting his fingers with his own spit, a pushed one finger inside. Soon, a second finger joined, and he tossed his head back, if a little dramatically. A third finger joined, and Brian growled as he watched Justin fucking himself on his hand.
Then the sky blue buttplug was replacing the fingers, and Justin was groaning. By the time it was all the way in, Justin was panting, eyelids drooping and cock impossibly hard. Brian crawled across the bed to kiss Justin, tongue-fucking his mouth before grabbing him by the wrists and lifting him to stand- as best he could- beside the bed. Brian dropped gracefully to his knees, taking the head of Justin's cock in his mouth and suckling. He grinned when Justin's mewling reached his ears, then pulled off and blew cool air on the wet tip. He stood and kissed Justin gently, then whispered in his ear.
"You're not allowed to touch your cock. And you can only come when I tell you to." Justin moaned breathlessly and nodded. Brian walked away, and came back with the dark silk sash from his robe.
"Wha-" Justin didn't have time to ask before the silk was covering his eyes, blocking out all visibility.
"It'll be even more fun this way." Brian's voice oozed with lust, and Justin rolled his hips, thrusting into air. His hand moved forward, but was slapped away. "Ah, ah, ah, not allowed to touch." Brian's voice sang.
Brian manhandled his staggering lust-filled form to the dining room table. Ah, something for him to lean against and hold himself upright, Justin realized. He put his hands firmly on the table behind him and braced himself before Brian's tongue began licking at his thighs and he was shaking.
Brian lapped at his skin like it was the most delicious thing in the world, his tongue sparing no inch, except the one area that needed it most. Justin was groaning for him to stop being a tease.
"Not yet." Brian said, and Justin could hear the smirk in his voice. He was about to bite out a witty but amiable rebuttal, but Brian slapped his ass, and he gasped, both at the sting of slap, and at the plug being pushed farther inside of him.
"Like that?"
"Fuck yes."
Brian licked up his thighs, avoiding Justin's cock, and laved his tongue in his navel instead. He felt fingers kneading his cheeks, every squeeze pushing the plug in and every release pulling it out a bit. Then he was being spun around so fast it almost made him dizzy, and he clung to the counter as Brian's tongue pushed in behind the plug.
"Ahh." He moaned, sliding his right hand off the table to grasp his cock. But Brian was quicker, and the hand was put back on the table.
"Fuck!" Justin cursed as Brian gave his ass a nip. Justin could feel Brian's chuckle and grin as he responded with an "Okay."
He felt fingers sliding inside him, finding the end of the plug and getting a hold on it. He nearly died when he felt the plug being slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, then pushed back in. Somehow, Brian had managed to turn him around without his knowledge and was now back to licking his thighs, adding to the sensation of being fucked slowly by a plug the colour of his own eyes.
Then Brian was fucking him harder with the plug, and Justin was finding it more and more difficult to keep his hands off his cock. After the sixth time in nearly as many seconds, Brian was getting annoyed.
"Dammit, Justin!" He stood up. "Don't you dare touch your cock, Sunshine." He threatened. Within seconds, he was back, and Justin's hands were being tied behind his back, but loose enough that he could steady himself if need be. Then Brian was back to fucking him with that damn butt plug and mercilessly teasing him into oblivion.
"Brian, Brian!" Justin's voice was shaking with need as Brian's breath ghosted over his cock. "I'm gonna-"
"Not yet, Sunshine." Brian admonished. "Not until I say so." For a moment there was nothing but Justin's ragged breathing in the room. Justin was sure Brian was staring at his cock, admiring how purple-swollen it was, watching precum roll down. Then a Brian's mouth was finally surrounding him, and he was being fucked again, and he fucked Brian's mouth, trying hard to stave off his climax until Brian told him it was okay. He was shaking, trembling with need, sweat rolling down his face and back. Brian swallowed around his cock, making Justin cry out, then he was pulling back and Justin was thrusting at air, so close, so close. Brian nuzzled the hair at the base of Justin's cock.
"Go ahead," he murmured. "Come for me."
He wrapped his lips around the head of Justin's cock one more time, tongued the slit, and Justin tossed his head back and came, harder than he had in the past to days, hell in the past three and a half years, shuddering through it and collapsing onto the ground, half on Brian and half on the floor, shaking like a run-out horse.
"Fuck." Justin, choked out, tugging off the blindfold as soon as Brian set his hands free.
"Yeah." Brian agreed. He pushed his tongue into his cheek. "That was really fuckin hot."
They lay there on the floor, sated and tired, until Brian found the energy to tug them both onto the bed, where they collapsed into sleep.
A few hours later, they were showered and dressed, awake and alert and ready for life again.
"I'm hungry. Let's go to the diner. I can see everyone else."
"Do they know you're back?"
"No. I thought I'd surprise them."
"Debbie will fuckin' flip. Make sure she doesn't squeeze the life out of you."
They laughed at the thought of the expression they'd see on Debbie's face when they walked in the door. Justin just hoped that the rest of the gang was there, so he could surprise them all. No one, not even Lindsay, had known he was coming back. He assumed they all thought that he was making it big in New York and had found a new life and a new boy toy. Oh, how they were wrong.
As they drove to the diner, Brian's hand kept creeping to Justin's crotch, and Justin continued to slap it away.
"Quit it!" He laughed. "I don't want to have a boner walking in there. You can be all over me once we get inside."
Brian heaved an overly dramatic indignant sigh and ceased his attempts. Soon they were coming to a stop beside the diner and getting out. Justin could help the grin from spreading across his face. Brian looked at him and smiled too. That Sunshine grin was infectious.
They looked at each other, trying to school their features into something a little less excited and more normal, before pushing open the door and entering the Liberty Diner.
For a moment there was just the normal chatter and clink of the diner, then a ear-piercing shriek exploded through the building. A red-haired, brightly-clad Debbie practically ran to them.
"Sunshine!" She nearly knocked them both over with the force of her hug. "You're back!"
Justin nodded, unable to do anything else, since all the air was being squished out of him. He watched over Debbie's shoulder as the rest of the gang rose from their seats and bustled over.
"Easy, Deb. You don't want to kill the boy on his first day back in the Pitts." But Brian was grinning, too. Debbie released him and Justin went about greeting the rest of the extended family.
"How long are you going to be here?" Emmett asked.
"I'm here to stay. My manager in New York said it would be okay if I found a studio and made my art here. I've garnered enough attention out there that I don't need to stay to sell my work."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Emmett was practically jumping up and down, and Debbie was hugging him again. Justin grinned at them, acknowledging Blake, whose arm was linked around Ted's.
Somehow, through all the excitement and questions being rapid fired at Justin, they all managed to sit back down in a booth. Debbie took orders quickly, and sat back down to listen to Justin.
"So how was New York?" Emmett inquired in eager falsetto.
"Well, it's not Pittsburgh." Justin grinned at him. "At first, it was overwhelming. It's huge! And I didn't know anyone. Daphne's friend was really nice, but she was straight, and I couldn't talk to her like I could with Daph. And I didn't really get a chance to build up friends like you guys. At first I was always working, then I was always painting and going to gallery showings and stuff.
I spent a lot of the first year just checking stuff out. The food is really good. But everything is so damn expensive. The clubs in New York are huge! And there're a lot of them. And the guys are really hot."
"We know." Emmett interjected. "Where do you think we were when Brian brought you back from New York all those years ago?"
Justin snorted, shaking his head. "Anyway, I just worked for the first half of the year, then I managed to get myself a studio and move out of Daphne's friend's place. I painted a whole bunch, and then finally, Roger- that's my manger, shut up, Brian- saw my work and asked if he could be my manager. I said sure, and then my paintings just took off. By the way, I have a painting for each of you to have.
I got a whole lot of attention. I've been keeping in touch with Lindsay. She wants me to send her every single article about me that comes out. But this past year, I kinda felt like something was missing. I noticed that before this year, I had always been able to draw Brian and the rest of you-"
"But mostly me." Brian grinned. The rest of the table groaned. Emmett rolled his eyes. Debbie gave Brian a light thwack on the head.
"Yes, mostly Brian. I had been able to draw everyone from memory. But this year, I went to sketch Brian, and I realized that I needed a picture to reference to. I decided that meant it was time to come home. So I talked to Roger and he decided it was okay that I continue making my art here, so long as I can find time to fly to New York for shows and meeting big important people."
"I told you you were going to be a big fat fucking success." Brian said. "I was right."
"Oh, I'm so glad your home, Baby!" Emmett squealed.
"Yeah, and I wont have to give up on Rage," Michael said. "We can work on a new issue."
Justin nodded. "I have quite a few ideas. We need to get together and brainstorm."
"And he's living with me again." Brian added.
"I am?" Justin looked at him. Brian just raised an eyebrow. Do you really need to ask? It said. Justin gave Brian a full-watt Sunshine smile.
"So, are you two gonna tie the knot now?" Debbie asked, the question that had been sparkling in her eyes the whole evening now finally making its way out of her mouth. Brian looked at Justin questioningly, watching his eyes. There was a nearly imperceptible shake of his head that only Brian caught, and he turned back to the group.
"No, we're not. We decided before Justin left that….that we didn't need rings or vows to prove that we care about each other. That we don't need that to stay together." Justin looked at Brian, realizing suddenly that Brian still couldn't say the word love, but that it didn't really matter to either of them any more.
Debbie huffed, but Emmett nodded in what seemed like approval. Ted shrugged. He didn't really care one way or the other. Ben nodded in understanding and Michael made a face. He still didn't understand Brian, or his dislike of marriage, but it was their choice.
The bell dinged. "Deb, your order's up!"
Chapter 3
