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IT IS AFTER MIDNIGHT IN THE EAST.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
f1renze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are my Floziebear and I will always get drunk with you on Friday nights if you promise to come back after you pass out. :|
This is a ficlet I wrote for you after discovering that you like what I like :"> HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY.
Thanks tosparkledark for the quick and dirty once-over.
Blameless
Brian knows the instant they get to the door. “There’s a fucking surprise party in that house, isn’t there,” he whispers furiously to Justin.
Justin smiles at him. “What do you mean?” he asks, and opens the door.
Brian shoots him a murderous glare amid the shouts from their friends, but Justin ignores it.
* * *
“Whose damn idea was this,” Brian mutters in his ear an hour later.
“Not mine,” Justin laughs. “I know better. Who do you think?”
Brian stares across the room at Michael before shaking his head. “He should know better too.”
“He does,” Justin shrugs. “But he mentioned it to Deb, who mentioned it to Emmett, who mentioned it to Lindsay. And here we are.”
“Who needs enemies with friends like these,” Brian says in a dry tone, and cracks another beer. “I don’t hold you blameless, you know.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Fucking right you will, kiddo. Like how about now, in the bathroom.” Brian leers at him and Justin feels his own cock twitch.
“They’ll all know,” he says lamely, and waves a hand in the general direction of the others.
Brian blinks. “And?”
“And, um.” Justin can’t think of an excuse and knows he doesn’t really want to come up with one anyway. He’s already hard and Brian’s already seen it.
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” Brian whispers, and drags him upstairs into the small restroom.
Justin figures he better take control of the situation, so he locks the door behind them and pushes Brian down onto the closed toilet seat. “Let me take care of it,” he says slyly, and Brian grins.
“Yeah. Get on with it.”
So Justin lowers himself into Brian’s lap slowly, pressing down into his erection, causing Brian to grunt. He tunnels his fingers through Brian’s hair to secure his head and then kisses him, searching Brian’s warm mouth with his tongue, grinding his mouth down on him until Brian is gasping openly and clutching at Justin’s hips with urgent fingers.
“Unzip,” Brian demands, tugging at his waistband, but Justin unhooks his fingers.
“Not yet,” he says, and rolls his hips, savoring the friction.
To Justin’s surprise, Brian thrusts upward, keeping the contact. Justin watches as he closes his eyes and darts his tongue out to moisten his bottom lip. Justin presses down again, feeling a jolt as his clothed dick comes in contact with Brian’s, and they both exhale in unison.
“This is hot,” Justin murmurs, and Brian makes a noise of agreement.
“Get me off,” Brian pants, his fingers clenching and unclenching on Justin’s thighs. Justin thinks there’ll probably be bruises there in the morning.
“Like this?” he asks.
Brian nods once. “Hurry up.”
Justin starts a steady rhythm of sliding back and forth in Brian’s lap, holding tightly to his shoulders while he kisses him, and Brian surges upward with every stroke. Justin can feel his urgency, the tension mounting, so he spreads his legs as far as he can on either side of Brian’s thighs and rubs harder, desperate for release himself.
Brian guides him, holding Justin’s hips, and arches his neck back so far that his head touches the wall. Justin hears his breathing get harsh and heavy and it sets him off almost immediately, his orgasm surprising him and making him cry out with the force of it. Brian thrusts against him throughout, making Justin shudder and gasp against Brian’s shoulder, until finally Brian freezes in place.
Justin lifts his head to watch because Brian is always so fucking gorgeous when he comes. Justin sees his cheeks infuse with color, his brow wrinkled and his eyes squeezed shut, and he holds Justin firmly in place with both hands. Justin can feel a very faint pulse through both layers of their clothing, and then Brian relaxes.
They grin against each other’s mouth and Brian sighs. “Better,” he says. “Now I can handle the shit going on downstairs.”
As if to punctuate his point, Justin hears Debbie shout, “Where the fuck did those two get off to? Are they fucking in my bathroom again? Jesus, now that’s rude.”
“Come on,” Justin says, and drags him up by the hand. “Go open presents. Maybe someone gave you underwear. Then we could change.”
“You’re still not blameless,” Brian informs him on the way down the stairs.
“Yeah, I know,” Justin says ruefully.
~End
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
f1renze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You are my Floziebear and I will always get drunk with you on Friday nights if you promise to come back after you pass out. :|
This is a ficlet I wrote for you after discovering that you like what I like :"> HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY.
Thanks to
sparkledark for the quick and dirty once-over.Blameless
Brian knows the instant they get to the door. “There’s a fucking surprise party in that house, isn’t there,” he whispers furiously to Justin.
Justin smiles at him. “What do you mean?” he asks, and opens the door.
Brian shoots him a murderous glare amid the shouts from their friends, but Justin ignores it.
* * *
“Whose damn idea was this,” Brian mutters in his ear an hour later.
“Not mine,” Justin laughs. “I know better. Who do you think?”
Brian stares across the room at Michael before shaking his head. “He should know better too.”
“He does,” Justin shrugs. “But he mentioned it to Deb, who mentioned it to Emmett, who mentioned it to Lindsay. And here we are.”
“Who needs enemies with friends like these,” Brian says in a dry tone, and cracks another beer. “I don’t hold you blameless, you know.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Fucking right you will, kiddo. Like how about now, in the bathroom.” Brian leers at him and Justin feels his own cock twitch.
“They’ll all know,” he says lamely, and waves a hand in the general direction of the others.
Brian blinks. “And?”
“And, um.” Justin can’t think of an excuse and knows he doesn’t really want to come up with one anyway. He’s already hard and Brian’s already seen it.
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” Brian whispers, and drags him upstairs into the small restroom.
Justin figures he better take control of the situation, so he locks the door behind them and pushes Brian down onto the closed toilet seat. “Let me take care of it,” he says slyly, and Brian grins.
“Yeah. Get on with it.”
So Justin lowers himself into Brian’s lap slowly, pressing down into his erection, causing Brian to grunt. He tunnels his fingers through Brian’s hair to secure his head and then kisses him, searching Brian’s warm mouth with his tongue, grinding his mouth down on him until Brian is gasping openly and clutching at Justin’s hips with urgent fingers.
“Unzip,” Brian demands, tugging at his waistband, but Justin unhooks his fingers.
“Not yet,” he says, and rolls his hips, savoring the friction.
To Justin’s surprise, Brian thrusts upward, keeping the contact. Justin watches as he closes his eyes and darts his tongue out to moisten his bottom lip. Justin presses down again, feeling a jolt as his clothed dick comes in contact with Brian’s, and they both exhale in unison.
“This is hot,” Justin murmurs, and Brian makes a noise of agreement.
“Get me off,” Brian pants, his fingers clenching and unclenching on Justin’s thighs. Justin thinks there’ll probably be bruises there in the morning.
“Like this?” he asks.
Brian nods once. “Hurry up.”
Justin starts a steady rhythm of sliding back and forth in Brian’s lap, holding tightly to his shoulders while he kisses him, and Brian surges upward with every stroke. Justin can feel his urgency, the tension mounting, so he spreads his legs as far as he can on either side of Brian’s thighs and rubs harder, desperate for release himself.
Brian guides him, holding Justin’s hips, and arches his neck back so far that his head touches the wall. Justin hears his breathing get harsh and heavy and it sets him off almost immediately, his orgasm surprising him and making him cry out with the force of it. Brian thrusts against him throughout, making Justin shudder and gasp against Brian’s shoulder, until finally Brian freezes in place.
Justin lifts his head to watch because Brian is always so fucking gorgeous when he comes. Justin sees his cheeks infuse with color, his brow wrinkled and his eyes squeezed shut, and he holds Justin firmly in place with both hands. Justin can feel a very faint pulse through both layers of their clothing, and then Brian relaxes.
They grin against each other’s mouth and Brian sighs. “Better,” he says. “Now I can handle the shit going on downstairs.”
As if to punctuate his point, Justin hears Debbie shout, “Where the fuck did those two get off to? Are they fucking in my bathroom again? Jesus, now that’s rude.”
“Come on,” Justin says, and drags him up by the hand. “Go open presents. Maybe someone gave you underwear. Then we could change.”
“You’re still not blameless,” Brian informs him on the way down the stairs.
“Yeah, I know,” Justin says ruefully.
~End