Once in a Dream
Chapter One
Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Pairing: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Genres:AU, POV, Romance
Warnings: None
Summary:Brian is a cartoonist and lives a bachelor's life. Justin is a student moonlighting as a lap dancer at buck's parties. They meet and both their worlds are turned upside down.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer as Folk are properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and others. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated by the author and not by any independent body.
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Brian sat at his desk, racking his brains for this week’s idea. The strip was due on Friday and it was Tuesday afternoon. Nothing so far seemed up to his usual standard of brilliance. Eighty million readers in 432 syndicated newspapers waited for his comic strip on Friday mornings. It was almost an institution. He’d had dry periods before but at the last minute something amazing always came to him. Brian had never let them down and he wouldn’t this time either. He opened the door of the terrace and strolled outside. His apartment in New York was one of the last of its type. At only four stories plus the roof garden, it was surrounded by high rise on three sides. In front of his building was the latest building site. Reportedly it was to be twenty four stories but as yet the foundations were still being excavated. Between the drilling and the blasting, the noise was deafening. He hurried inside and closed the door.
“Ahhh,” he sighed. Soundproofing had been a good investment. No matter what was happening outside, his haven was peaceful. If it was as noisy inside as it was outside, he would have gone insane. Brian sat back to his easel and shifted uncomfortably on his stool. Nothing. He couldn’t think of anything to draw. Brian’s lead character, Skip Peters was an all American hero. He always foiled the bad guys and got the girl in the beginning or boy of late. He’d introduced the gay element slowly over the last seven years and surprise, surprise, his female readers loved it. Brian had romanticized Skip’s encounters a lot for his female audience, but hell, at least there was a gay character on page 3.
His wrist alarm sounded and Brian was grateful to stop searching his brain for a story tonight. It was Michael’s buck’s party and although he didn’t agree with commitment ceremonies, he knew that Michael was totally swept away by his partner, Ben. Brian tried to talk him out of it but Michael was determined, Ben was the man for him, forever, according to Michael. The idea of ‘happily ever after’ gave Brian chills. He couldn’t imagine being with the same person more than once, let alone forever. “Ughhhhh,” he gasped. This whole forever crap was making him queasy again.
Brian walked into the bedroom where his butler had already laid out his clothes. He smiled at the selection, Roger knew him very well. He stripped off his jeans and padded naked to the bathroom. His shower was already running and the water temperature set to his favorite…. steaming. “Oh yesssssss,” he moaned as he stepped under the water stream. Hot water was the answer to just about any problem. He soaped up and washed his hair, emerging from the shower twenty minutes later.
Roger handed Brian a martini.
Brian took a sip and gave the glass to Roger to hold while he dressed.
“How is the story coming, sir?” Roger asked.
“Slow,” Brian frowned.
Roger smiled. “You will come up with something brilliant,sir, you always do.”
Brian smiled. Roger always said the right thing. “I’m not sure when I’ll be home. I’m expecting to sneak out of Michael’s party as early as I can.”
“I’m sure his mother is happy, now he is settling down,” Roger commented as he collected Brian’s dirty laundry.
“Happy is an understatement,” he sighed. “Now she won’t have Michael to harass, she’s already rung me twice this week wanting to know when I will be strolling down the aisle too,” Brian laughed.
Roger looked horrified. “Oh no sir, you would never be happy with the same meal every night.”
Brian laughed. Roger knew him very well indeed. The last thing on his mind was a relationship. He inspected his appearance in the mirror and smiled. The tight leather pants clung in all the right places. Brian unfastened another button on his shirt. “Perfect,” he said softly. “Enjoy your evening, Roger,” he smiled. “I know I will enjoy mine,” he smirked.
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As Brian walked towards his friend, his eyes scanned the room for possibilities.
“Brian,” Michael smiled, embracing him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”
“How could I miss my little Mikey’s party?” Brian said sarcastically.
“Brian, please, you know I love Ben. Don’t make a joke out of how I feel. I want to spend the rest of my life with him,” Michael said softly. “He makes me happy.”
Brian could see his comments had hurt Mikey’s feelings. He stepped forward and hugged his friend. “I know you do. If he makes you happy then I’m happy too.”
Michael relaxed into Brian’s arms. “Thank you. I love you, you know?”
“I know, me too, always have, always will,” he whispered in Mikey’s ear.
Michael stepped back and smiled. “Anything here you fancy?”
Brian laughed. “A few but I can wait…. For a while,” he smirked.
“As long as you stay until the cake, Ben says he has a surprise for us,” Michael smiled.
“Threesome,” Brian smirked. “I dunno Mikey, probably not the best idea,” he laughed.
Michael belted Brian in the arm and gasped “Brian, behave yourself, please try?”
Brian laughed again. “I need a drink; do you want something from the bar?”
“I don’t want to drink too much. You know it gives me an awful headache the next day,” Michael frowned.
“I’ll get you a Pepsi,” he smiled. Brian sauntered to the bar and on the way he got sidetracked. “Hi, I’m Brian, friend of the little groom in the corner.”
“Hello, I’m Kevin, I work with Ben,” the man smiled.
Brian slowly allowed his eyes to move from Kevin’s face to his crotch and back to his face again. “Are you a fan of commitment?” he laughed.
“Not really,” Kevin smirked.
“Then you'll be glad to meet me,” Brian laughed. He linked his fingers into Kevin’s belt and pulled him towards the bathroom.
Michael watched and shook his head. Oh well, he could wait for his drink. He knew Brian wouldn’t be long.
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Twenty minutes later, Brian emerged from the bathroom, smiling. He went to the bar and got the drink he’d promised Michael before he was sidetracked so pleasantly.
“Finally,” Michael scowled. “A person could die of thirst,” he muttered.
Brian laughed and looked over at Kevin. “Looks fine to me.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “If you are going to work your way through Ben’s friends,” he pointed to a red haired man in the corner. “That’s Nigel Aimes. He’s an art/history professor at State.”
Brian eyes followed Mikey’s gaze. “Mmmm,” he laughed. “Looks like this party was a good idea after all,” Brian smirked. He threw back his drink and strolled over to Nigel to introduce himself.
Michael shook his head. Brian was certainly in good form tonight.
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Justin stepped into his thong, pulling it up and adjusting himself into it. He looked into the full length mirror and smiled because he knew he looked fabulous. This job had worked out great. By the time school started again, he would have plenty of money for his tuition and living expenses for the next year. It sure beat the hell out of bussing tables for minimum for the entire year. This year he could concentrate on his classes and not have to run to work every day. It was a dream come true. He smiled when he remembered how horrified he was when Daphne suggested he should do this. It took her almost a year of waiting tables to talk him into it. Justin had never danced professionally and as far as jumping out of a cake….. He thought it was demeaning. A bunch of drunken men or woman pawing at him was not high on his priority list but the money was great. He preferred buck’s parties to hen’s nights. At least the men kept their hands to themselves. The woman wanted to touch him all the time.
It had been a long week with a gig every night. Justin was glad this was his last job of the season. He still had a month off before school started again but after tonight, he had the amount of money he needed to get him through, comfortably. He could have worked out the month but…. No, enough was enough. He pulled on his long leather coat and smiled.
Ben appeared in the doorway. “Are you ready?” he said slowly.
Justin looked at Ben as if he didn’t have a clue what he was saying.
Ben sighed. The agency told him Justin didn’t speak a word of English, how was he going to get him into the cake? He thought for a moment and then walked over to the cake. He pulled a chair up to the side of it and pointed inside it a few dozen times, smiling. “Get in,” he said slowly but loudly.
This was one of the parts that Justin enjoyed the most. He wondered why people always talked louder to people who didn’t speak the language, they didn’t understand the words, they weren’t deaf, but everybody did it. Being a foreigner was part of his image. It added an element of mystery to him and got him out of lot of needless conversation. Justin walked over to the cake and looked inside. There was a ton of room in this one. He pointed to the inside of the cake and Ben smiled.
Thank god, Ben thought. This was easier than he’d expected. At least this guy knew what to do with the cake. Ben had planned this as a surprise for Michael. He wanted to see his partner’s face when Justin rose up out of the cake and danced for him. What a hoot it would be, he smiled to himself. Michael was usually so reserved and shy and Ben knew that Michael had never had a lap dance before. He wanted Michael to be the center of attention at his buck’s party and this would make sure he was. It was Michael’s last hurrah and Ben wanted it to be special for him.
Justin allowed Ben to help him into the cake. He hoped there wouldn’t be a long delay. It was hot in there in all that leather. He showed Ben how to put the top on the cake and sat on his stool waiting to be wheeled outside into the party.
Brian just finished his third trick and was on his seventh drink. He was feeling a little tipsy and knew he shouldn’t be drinking so fast. The hell with it. If he could relax he was sure an idea would come to him. Brian slipped another E into his mouth; the first one must have been a dud. He was still rational. He only had two days to finish his strip and so far, he had nothing. The lights dimmed and the music became louder. The whole room hushed waiting to see what was going to happen.
Three waiters pushed the cake out into the middle of the room, while Ben dragged Michael over to it.
“What’s going on?” Michael asked, confused.
Ben smiled. “I got you something special to commemorate your last night as an almost free man.”
The music became even louder and the lid on the cake started to rise.
Justin slowly stood up and activated the hoist platform so he rose out of the cake.
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Brian stirred. He rolled over towards the warm body beside him and pulled it closer. “Mmmm,” he sighed. His eyes suddenly shot open. He wasn’t used to waking up with anyone. He always kicked out his tricks before he went to sleep. He sat up and grabbed his head. “Oh god,” he moaned. He thought his head was gonna come off in his hand. How much did he drink last night anyway? As he lifted his other hand to his head, he stopped dead. He looked at the platinum band on the fourth finger of his left hand. This had to be some kind of joke. He smiled. Mikey must be getting him back for fucking most of Ben’s friends last night. The body next to him turned over and stretched and Brian saw the same ring on the same hand of his guest. His heart sunk and he felt sick. Oh my god, this was not funny. He slid out of the bed and fled to his study. He dialed Michael’s cell. A sleepy voice answered. “Huh?”
“Michael,” Brian’s voice boomed through the phone. “What possessed you to think this would be funny?” he demanded.
“What are you talking about Brian?” Michael stammered.
“The guy in my bed,” he roared.
“Justin?”
“Who the fuck is Justin?”
“He was in the cake that Ben organized for me last night, what’s the matter with you?” Michael sat up. “Oh fuck Brian, don’t you remember? Oh my god,” he gasped. “Ben,” he yelled. “Get up, Brian doesn’t remember what happened.”
“Don’t talk to him, talk to me. What the fuck aren’t you telling me?” Brian roared into the phone. He could hear muffled sounds as Mikey told Ben what was going on. “Michael!” Brian yelled to get his attention. “What happened last night?”
Mikey went silent.
“Michael,” Brian yelled again. “Fucking answer me?” Brian was scared now. He’d thought Mikey was playing a joke on him but Mikey wasn’t laughing. He heard Ben’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“Brian, calm down.”
“Tell me what happened?” Brian yelled again.
Ben sighed. “We didn’t realize, you must have had too much to drink. We tried to talk you out of it but you seemed sober enough,” Ben babbled.
“Talk me out of what?”
“You married Justin last night,” he said softly.
“Who the fuck is Justin?” Brian yelled. The fear was rising through his body as he battled to stay focused.
“I’m not sure where he comes from, I think he’s Italian, he’s the one that came out of the cake.”
Brian swallowed hard. This couldn’t be happening. “No,” he gasped.
“You were in such a hurry to get him home, you forgot the certificate. Michael picked it up for you. It’s true Brian, you married him. We tried to talk you out of it. Michael said it wasn’t like you but you were so determined. You seemed completely rational at the time,” Ben was stammering now as the seriousness of the situation hit him.
Brian put down the phone in shock. This was a bad dream and he would have to wake up soon, he hoped. First things first, he would throw this guy out and then ring his lawyer to have this thing annulled. He stormed back to the bedroom. The man was still asleep. “Hey,” Brian said but there was no answer.
He sat on the side of the bed wondering what to do. What did Ben say his name was? Justin, was that it? Yeah, that was it. “Justin?” Brian said. He looked at the lithe body in his bed and paused to study it. Suddenly Brian wasn’t in so much of a hurry to get rid of him. He was beautiful alright. “Justin?” This time Brian reached out and touched him gently.
Justin opened his eyes and smiled. He looked into the amazing hazel eyes from last night and felt his cock twitch. He focused on the full raspberry lips and wanted nothing more than Brian to kiss him again and again and again. Justin licked his lips and reached both his arms out to Brian.
Brian stared into Justin’s eyes and when he saw Justin’s tongue moisten his lips, he was lost. He leaned forward and kissed the beautiful man in his bed and felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. Between kisses, Brian moaned softly. What was this guy doing to him? He knew he should stop but he didn’t want to. His body was aching to touch his silky blond hair. Brian slipped down the sheet and gazed at Justin’s naked body before him. He felt his breath catch and suddenly he was talking. “I want you so much. I know you don’t understand me but I don’t want to stop. Please don’t make me stop,” Brian murmured.
Justin smiled. He would have to tell Brian eventually that he understood but right now wasn’t the time. The look of lust in Brian’s eyes went straight to his cock.
Brian climbed on top of Justin and slid down his body, savoring how soft his skin felt. As he took Justin’s cock in his mouth, his partner arched up into his mouth.
“Hmmmm,” Justin sighed. He felt Brian bend him in half and lap gently at his entry, swirling his tongue around and around before pushing inside him. “Ahhhhhh,” Justin cried out.
Brian reached for the lube as if on automatic, all thoughts of stopping were banished from his head. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck Justin, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had vague recollections of doing this last night, many times. Brian felt Justin lean forward and pull the robe off his shoulders. As Justin’s hands touched his skin, he felt like he was on fire. His breathing hastened. Brian sat up and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He sheathed up and pulled Justin onto his lap, gently lowering him onto his cock. They both cried out in ecstasy as Brian sunk into his new husband, completely.
Justin moaned loudly as Brian filled him, the girth of Brian’s cock making his breath catch.
Brian gasped; being crushed into Justin’s tight channel this way took his breath away. “Oh baby, you feel so good,” he panted. “I am gonna fuck you so hard.” He guided his lover’s hips as Justin slid up and down on his leaking appendage. Brian was close but he didn’t want to stop, he never wanted this to end. He wanted to stay inside Justin forever. This felt so right. Brian didn’t know why it was so important to him to be inside Justin and felt momentarily confused. The passion he felt for Justin was incredible. As he slammed Justin onto his cock, he stopped thinking and only cared about what he was feeling. “You’re mine,” he sighed in almost a whisper.
Justin smiled and started to ride Brian hard and fast.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Brian cried out. “More baby………..harder,” he begged.
Justin obliged, feeling Brian’s grasp on him tighten. He wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck and kissed him over and over; pressing his cock hard against Brian’s stomach each time he slid down on Brian’s cock. It wasn’t long before they came together as if their bodies ignited. Justin’s movements slowed and then stopped.
Brian wound his arms around his lover as he struggled for breath. “I love you,” he sighed. “You belong to me now.” He was afraid but exhilarated at the same time. Whatever was happening to him, Brian didn’t want it to stop.
Justin could feel Brian’s cock still pulsing inside him. It was the same as last night. He hoped it would always be this way with them. He clung to Brian, exhausted. He wanted to tell Brian he loved him too but he didn’t want to open up the language issue at this moment. He remembered when he saw Brian for the first time………
He stepped out of the cake and started to sway to the music. Justin slowly moved towards Michael and encouraged him to undo his coat buttons. He smiled to himself that Michael was so shy. He’d seen shy many times but Michael was almost frozen. Justin pushed him down onto the chair Ben had placed behind him. He threw off his coat and straddled Michael’s lap, moving suggestively as he hovered over it. He could hear the crowd going crazy and by the time the song was finished, Michael was hard and blushing with embarrassment. Justin looked up and saw Brian standing at Michael’s side. He was captivated by the way Brian was looking at him.
“I’m Brian.”
Justin was speechless as he felt Brian’s eyes move over him but before he could answer, Ben interjected. “He doesn’t speak any English. His name is Justin,” Ben smiled.
“Wanna dance Justin?” Brian smirked. He held out his hand to steady Justin as he climbed off Michael’s lap.
“Not a word of English, Brian, he doesn’t understand,” Ben smiled.
“Then I guess I better show him,” Brian smirked again. He dragged Justin onto the dance floor and pulled the smaller man against him, holding him tightly. He could feel that Justin was hard as his cock strained against the leather thong. He slid his hands down onto Justin’s bare cheeks and squeezed them. They felt like peaches, firm with the same fine down.
Justin relaxed into Brian’s touch and followed Brian’s lead. He just hung on for the ride. It felt good to have Brian’s arms around him. He was far from inexperienced but he had never felt anything like this before. His heart was pounding and he could feel Brian’s doing the same. He felt Brian nuzzle his neck, kissing his earlobe before sneaking the tip of his tongue into his ear. “Mmmm,” Brian moaned and murmured into his ear. “I want you.”
Justin turned his head and their lips met. It was like the fourth of July. They devoured each other with more passion than Brian had ever felt before and when they were forced to separate, breathless, Brian just stared into Justin’s gorgeous blue eyes. Brian took a small packet from his pocket. He frowned when he saw there was only one tablet left. He broke it into two and slipped the two halves into his mouth. He kissed Justin again and Justin felt one half of the pill slide down his throat.
Brian smiled. “I am gonna make you feel so good.”
Justin felt Brian kiss his neck and was jolted back to the present. He lifted his head from Brian’s shoulder and the beautiful hazel eyes were fixed on him again. He felt Brian’s cock relax and Brian lift him off his lap. Brian lay on his back and Justin cuddled into him, wanting to still be close.
Brian didn’t say anything for a long time.
Justin wondered if this was the time to tell him he was an English major.
Brian wasn’t sure what to say. As long as Justin was so close to him, he couldn’t think straight. He swallowed hard. “I know you don’t understand me so I guess I can be really honest and it won’t matter,” he laughed. Brian didn’t understand what had just happened. He came in to throw this guy out and now he didn’t want him to ever leave.
Justin listened intently.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me. I must have lost my mind. I still can’t believe we got married.”
Justin heard the word, married, and froze. He looked down at his hand and saw the ring on his finger. Fuck. He reached for Brian’s left hand and looked at the identical ring. He began to panic. He knew that something was happening between Brian and him but married, when did they do that? He searched his memory. He remembered everything from when Brian carried him into the apartment. Oh fuck, Brian carried him in. What happened when they left the party? When did they leave the party? Fuck, fuck, fuck, married, oh my god. His mother would kill him. Daphne would torment him until he turned seventy and became too deaf to hear her anymore. Married, oh god, he could feel a full blown panic attack coming his way.
Brian felt Justin stiffen and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He could tell Justin was freaked about something, probably the same thing he was freaked about. Well it was done now; they couldn’t turn back the clock and pretend they weren’t. They were married. “Hey, it will be okay. I’ll get my lawyer to do something today. Where do you come from? I wish you could understand me. When I first saw the ring I thought it was a joke but Mikey has the certificate. We really did it. He said he tried to stop us but he said I was determined.” Brian couldn’t believe how freeing it was to say exactly what you felt. He knew Justin didn’t understand him so he couldn’t judge him. “I came back in here to throw you out but when I looked at you…..” he paused. “I just had to have you again. I don’t seem to be able to keep my hands off you. I want you all the time.” Brian could feel his cock getting hard again. He laughed. “I have never said this sort of shit to anyone before,” he chuckled. “It’s a good thing you don’t know what I’m saying.”
Justin listened as Brian told him how he felt. How he’d been stressed about work and how he must have taken too many pills last night. Brian told him about his views on commitment and how much he tricked ordinarily but that he’d never felt like this about anyone before and he was confused that he was even capable of feeling this way. Justin knew Brian was opening up this way because he didn’t think he could understand him. Christ, Brian said he’d never told anyone he loved them, now he’d said it to Justin and after only twelve hours. Justin couldn’t tell him now. How could he tell Brian that he understood every word? He wanted Brian too much to spoil this. He climbed onto Brian again and buried his head into Brian’s chest. What was he going to do with a husband? He really wasn’t even any good at looking after himself. Dancing was really the first job he’d ever had that he’d done well. His father always told him what a screw-up he was and now this seemed to be his best one yet.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of this,” Brian said softly as he pulled Justin harder against him. “I have seriously lost my mind; I still want you so much.”
Justin could feel how hard Brian was. He wanted Brian too but he was too sore. His cock was hard as well.
Brian laughed. “I guess from that hard on you’re sporting, you like the idea as much as me.”
Justin lifted his head and smiled. Their lips met and they started all over again. He wanted to tell Brian he was too sore but he didn’t know how to, it felt so good when Brian touched him. When he felt Brian slide a finger inside him, he cried out in pain.
Brian stopped, immediately realizing the problem. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d fucked Justin but he knew it was a lot. He withdrew his fingers gently. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, I didn’t think,” Brian hugged him close and whispered. “I wish we didn’t have to stop. I want you so much.”
Justin smiled. Brian seemed so considerate. He was behaving nothing like the person that he said he was. Justin rolled off Brian, turned him onto his side and spooned in behind him.
“You must be tired again,” Brian smiled. “This feels nice; I like to feel you close to me.” Brian knew he was behaving strangely but he didn’t care. He was feeling pretty weird too. Having Justin close to him this way was all that seemed to matter.
Justin kissed Brian’s neck, lingering over his shoulders with wet kisses.
“Mmmm,” Brian sighed. His cock was still hard. He wondered if he could ask Justin to suck him. Would he want to? He couldn’t remember Justin going down on him last night; he was too busy shoving his cock into Justin’s ass to even think about it until now. He needed to get off and Justin was definitely having a strange effect on him. Brian felt out of control with the passion he felt for Justin so overwhelming, his head felt jumbled. He felt Justin turn him onto his belly and continue the kisses down his back. “So good,” Brian moaned. Maybe Justin just needed a rest and what a great way to kill the time, Brian thought.
Justin knew he was too sore but Brian wasn’t. He nibbled at Brian’s buttocks, gently at first but as Brian began to moan, Justin sunk his teeth into the firm globes. So he liked it a little rough, Justin smiled. He was determined to familiarize himself fully with his lover’s body. Justin slipped his hand between Brian’s legs and massaged his balls. He felt Brian’s breath catch as he rubbed over his G Spot and then Brian’s body went limp.
“Ahhhhhh,” Brian sighed loudly.
Justin reached for the lube and coated his fingers as he continued to rub the spot that was obviously giving Brian chills. He continued to rub it but slowly slid one finger inside his lover at the same time.
Brian’s eyes shot open at the intrusion, ohhhh but whatever Justin was doing felt incredible. One finger was okay, he justified. It was impossible to stop Justin when it felt so good. “Ohhhhh godddddddd,” Brian cried out as Justin tickled his prostate. He felt Justin press hard into his perineum at the same time. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
Justin smiled. This was always a winner. He began to massage Brian’s prostate firmly.
Brian pressed back onto Justin’s finger, forcing it harder against his prostate. He had only done this once before and the person was nowhere near as skilled as Justin at it. The emotion surged through him. “Please don’t stop,” Brian panted. He reached for his cock but Justin pushed his hand away. He didn’t want Brian to cum and spoil his plans. He withdrew his finger and Brian whimpered at the loss. “Justin, please,” Brian sighed and looked over his shoulder.
Justin smiled. He pushed two fingers inside Brian this time and began to massage his prostate again.
Brian groaned loudly. He felt so full and the sensations sweeping through his body were unfamiliar but incredible. Justin pressed Brian flat onto the mattress and pulled out his fingers before pushing them in again, hard.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Brian moaned. He knew he should stop Justin but it felt so good, too good.
Justin finger fucked Brian roughly, watching Brian’s reactions and smiled. He wanted to be inside Brian but he could feel by how tight he was that Brian was always a top. This would take time, unless……..
Brian was close now. He rubbed his cock against the mattress beneath him and felt his orgasm start in his toes.
Justin felt Brian stiffen as his orgasm hit. He quickly pulled out his fingers and pushed his cock into Brian’s tight channel in a single movement.
Brian was well into his orgasm but cried out as Justin sunk into him completely. He shot his load into the mattress and Justin waited for him to adjust. “Justin,” Brian groaned at the intrusion, still gasping from the strength of his orgasm. He could feel Justin’s cock pulsing inside him, fucking hell, he thought. He’d shot buckets but his cock was still hard.
Justin pressed his lips closed so he didn’t speak and ruin the moment. Brian was so hot and tight, oh godddddddd, Justin bit his lip to stop the words from coming out. He felt Brian collapse when his orgasm ended. Brian was so relaxed now, Justin began to thrust.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Brian cried out when the realization that Justin was fucking his ass hit him. He wanted Justin to stop, he was a top, but he wanted Justin to keep going even more. He felt his cock get even harder than he thought was possible and pressed back against Justin forcing him deeper inside him. “Fuck me please,” he begged.
Justin slammed into Brian’s prostrate again and again. Brian was writhing out of control. Justin waited as long as he could before shooting deep into the condom.
“Brian,” Justin cried out and fisted his husband’s cock sending him over the edge again. They seemed to cum forever before collapsing, both men exhausted.
Brian wasn’t sure how long before he could breathe again. He could still feel Justin’s cock pulsing. He opened his eyes, amazed. His new husband had fucked his brains out and he loved every minute of it. “I love you, baby,” he murmured again, the words escaping before he could stop them. He didn’t know why he even wanted to, Justin couldn’t understand him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with Justin still inside him.
Justin smiled when he realized Brian was asleep. Being married was scary but the sex was unbelievable. Justin wondered what would happen when Brian woke up. Would he still want to end it? Brian said something about his lawyer before. It was the sensible thing to do; after all they didn’t really know each other at all and besides Brian thought they spoke different languages, it could never work out between them. Brian didn’t know who he was. Commonsense was saying one thing but a niggling feeling in the pit of his stomach wanted it to go on forever. Justin pulled out and disposed of the condom. He wrapped his arms around Brian and closed his eyes. Maybe after they slept, they would know what to do?
They were both woken by the phone ringing. Brian answered it sleepily. “What?”
“Brian, where are you? The ceremony is about to begin,” Mikey yelled.
Brian sat up. “Coming,” He slammed down the receiver. “Fuck, I’m late for Mikey’s wedding,” he looked at Justin and picked up the phone. “Roger, bring me in your tux, we need it,” he ordered. He jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. His ass was burning but he didn’t have time to worry about that now.
Roger burst into the room. “Sir?”
“Help Justin get dressed, we have to be at the wedding twenty minutes ago,” Brian ordered. “He doesn’t speak any English so don’t scare him, just get him ready, fast.”
Roger looked at the startled Justin in Brian’s bed.
Justin could see this was not the time to tell Brian he didn’t want to go. He allowed Roger to dress him and in eight minutes they were climbing into Brian’s Porsche and speeding towards the church.