"One...two...three...four....five....six...seven, eight,nine,ten...Brian? Why do you need ten tubes of lube for a weekend trip?" Justin asked, shaking his head.
"Better to be safe than sorry. Besides, in those back woods, who knows if they lube or not," Brian responded smiling.
"Back woods? Where do you think we are going? Deliverance Country or something? Maryland is not backwoods Brian," Justin replied.
"Hey...you never know. But, we're going away for a week, not just the weekend," Brian replied, pulling Justin into a kiss.
"Really? Are you serious? Brian...I am so excited! Thank you...your are so sweet," Justin exclaimed.
"I know...don't tell anyone though," Brian leaned in and nipped Justin's ear.
"Well, if you have ten tubes of lube, exactly how many condoms are you bringing?" Justin smiled.
"I have five boxes...why, do you not think that is enough?" Brian asked, seriously considering the number and its measures.
"Five boxes should be enough, always leave it to you to think for us," Justin said, shaking his head.
"For us? Those are for me!" Brian smirked.
Justin turned to look at Brian and then shook his head. Why did I think that this trip would mean that it would be just Brian and I...and Michael and Ted and Emmett. Brian couldn't stop tricking for anything, to save his life. He will die fucking.
Seeing Justin turn away from him, Brian knew he hurt his feelings. He didn't mean to, this time. He sauntered over to the boy and grabbed him from behind. "I plan on using every condom and every fucking ounce of lube, fucking the shit out of....you," Brian whispered and then licked Justin's ear.
"How romantic...I can hardly wait," Justin replied smiling. He was smiling, just that admission from Brian freed him temporarily. He knew Brian fucked many other guys, but it was empty. When he and Justin were together, it was so much more. He grabbed Brian and held him to him, laying his head on Brian's shoulder.
The rules established that emotional bonds outside of them were verboten. Telling Justin that he would come home to him meant that Brian would fulfill his emotional needs only with Justin. Just like he had been doing since they first met, but now it was out on the table, unfree to interpretation. Justin picked it up and ran with it.
Hearing the phone ring, Brian broke away from Justin and went to answer it. Justin resumed packing his travel bag and moved into the bathroom to gather their toiletries.
"Yeah?" Brian huffed into the phone.
"Like I told you yesterday, it’s a beach house on the bay. Huh? Yes, it has running water Ted and an indoor toilet. Christ...why are you guys coming with, again?"
Justin heard Brian talking to Ted and laughed. It was Brian's idea to go away. He told Michael about it, how he called and rented a house on Chesapeake for a week for he and Justin. He was looking forward to it. He actually liked Maryland and when he asked Cynthia if she could recommend a nice place to get away, she offered up her information. He got the brochures Fed Ex'd and made the reservations. The house was a six bedroom Colonial style on beachfront. It had a wrap around porch upstairs leading from the master bedroom. A jacuzzi and swimming pool outside. It was private and away from all the trappings of modern day life.
Michael, of course invited himself along with Ted and Emmett. "What are you going to need six bedrooms for Brian? There will be plenty of room...you won't even know we are there. Come on, it'll be fun!"
Brian grimaced at the thought of having to spend a week with them. He wanted a week alone with Justin, without them. He wanted to make up for some short-givens lately and to spend time working on his and Justin's relationship. He wanted to have fun with Justin...not some idiotic, adventures with the boys. He was too old for that...that being the only thing he would admit to being 'too old' for.
"Ted...I don't fucking fish...so, you know what you can do with that tackle box. No, there is no room in my Jeep for a fucking tackle box or fishing poles. If you even try to put those in my Jeep I will shove that pole up your ass and those lures and hooks in your balls. Understand?" Brian replied, almost laughing.
"Yes, there is a grocery...I don't know if there is a fucking video store...bring your own porn, wonder whacker! Look Ted, I gotta go. Yeah, we'll be there around 10 and I will honk. I have the map, so don't fuck around, we will leave your asses," Brian said and hung up the phone.
Moving into the bathroom he stood behind Justin and leaned into him. "Fucking Ted...he mentions rubbers and I think he means condoms. That sonofabitch is bringing waders and fishing equipment!"
"Leave him alone. If it keeps him from us, fine, let him fish," Justin smiled and brought his hand up to Brian's cheek, staring at him in the mirror.
Brian leaned down and laid a kiss on Justin's shoulder. Moving his other hand across his chest and up to that shoulder, he pulled the shirt away and bit down. Laying his tongue on the red mark he made, his hand then moved down to graze Justin's crotch.
"Can we just leave earlier and act like we forgot about them?" Brian asked.
"I wish, but no. We are all going and it will be fun Brian, you know that," Justin smiled and moved to back into Brian's crotch.
"You know, I have my own 'tackle box'..." Brian smiled.
As he said that, Justin smiled and moved to unbutton his pants. Brian moved backwards to give him room and then helped Justin pull them down. Moving back up, he took the waistband of Justin's underwear in his hands and ripped the underwear apart. Shaken, Justin just stared back at Brian's reflection. The primal urges washing over him, Brian began to move his hands roughly over Justin's torso and ass cheeks. Whispering, moaning, a little grunting, then he bent down on his knees to get to his prize.
Reaching up with his hands to spread Justin's legs apart, he told Justin to brace himself against the counter. "Grip the counter...bend your knees...don't move that ass away from me," Brian commanded.
Justin shuddered again, hearing Brian bark orders at him, getting him ready to do God knows what...he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Oh, you like that huh?" Brian looked up at Justin's reflection and saw him licking his lips. "Do you want this?" Brian asked.
"You know I do," Justin whispered.
"Tell me what you want," Brian replied, moving his hand up to spread Justin apart.
"I want you to eat me...now," Justin replied.
"Tell me how hot you are. Tell me how beautiful you are," Brian commanded. He licked the crack and then lay kisses over the cheeks, griping them with his fingers.
Justin always got shy when Brian told him to do that. He knew Brian always told him how beautiful he was, how hot he was...how his cock ached to be inside him. But, for Justin to admit that himself...it made him shy. He knew he must be all those things, if Brian, of all people told him that. Brian was never with anyone 'alright' or somewhat borderline, good looking. It was only the beautiful people for Brian. With Brian's tongue up his ass, he was at a loss for coherent words, anyways.
"Do it Justin...tell me how beautiful you are!" Brian said again, slapping Justin's ass.
"I...I can't," Justin stammered.
Hearing that, Brian immediately stood up and grabbed Justin by the waist. "You are beautiful Justin. Don't ever let me hear you question that. It's not all the physical beauty that I am talking about. You are beautiful inside and out...you are flawless," Brian said. He turned Justin around and cupped his face. Moving his thumbs over his lips, he leaned in to kiss Justin. Softly at first, then he moved back and lay kisses on Justin's chin line.
"I'm not flawless Brian, " Justin sighed.
Taking Justin's hands in his, Brian leaned his forehead down to his and replied, "To me, you are." Kissing him again, Brian then turned Justin back around and they stared at each other for a second in the mirror. You are beautiful Justin...you are flawless...you are indescribable. Your talent, your courage, your love...it’s flawless to me. You make me feel beautiful too, and when I am with you...I am flawless.
"I want you inside me Brian...I need to feel you," Justin spoke.
Hearing Justin tell him, Brian moved around Justin and stood in front of him, moving them away from the counter. Brian grabbed Justin by the neck and pulled him closer. They stared at each other again for what seemed like hours. Justin leaned in and kissed Brian, pushing his tongue through the half open lips. Their tongues moved lightly over each other, their breaths shallow. Hands began to roam over the hard bodies and then Brian picked Justin up in his arms. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist and clung to him, putting his head on Brian's shoulder.
They moved into the bedroom and Brian laid them both down gently. Justin reached up to help Brian take off his jeans and wife beater and then removed his own shirt. Completely naked now they both sat on the bed facing each other. Brian reached up to caress Justin's face and whispered that he loved him. Justin moved into the touch and smiled. "Do you still?" Justin asked, a little unsure of himself in the last ten minutes.
"I do...don't ever doubt that," Brian replied back. He moved his other hand to grab Justin's wrist and drew small circles on it with his thumb. They took deep breaths and tried to calm their heartbeats. Justin being unsure of himself and of his inner and outer beauty and amazement that he has held Brian captive for so long. Brian was unsure why Justin was doubting himself and his love for him. This trip couldn't have come at a better time, Brian thought.
"Do you want me to prove it to you Justin?" Brian asked. He knew that Justin could feel it once Brian was inside of him.
"Yes...I need the proof," Justin smiled.
"Are you serious or just horny?" Brian smiled back. It was always good to lighten the load in these intense moments.
"Both...but, I need to feel you inside me...beside me...all around me Brian," Justin replied.
At that very moment, Brian knew that there would never be anyone else for him, besides Justin. He decided to take a chance on something. He was scared, but they were certain that there would be no others inside this bond...ever again.
He lay Justin on his back and moved between his legs. Brian raised Justin's legs over his shoulders and then got the lube. He squirted some out on his palm and rubbed to warm it. He moved up to stoke the gel on his cock and then with the other hand, he transferred the lube into Justin. Justin watched in awe and couldn't believe this moment had ever come. They were both negative, but this meant that they were monogamous to each other now. This meant everything. The world could come crashing inward and swallow them whole or it could wrap around them and hold them secure.
Brian began to move forward but paused. Asking Justin permission to be inside him...completely. To be beside him completely...to be all around him...forever. Justin leaned up and pulled Brian to him. Brian lay over him, his head on Justin's chest, listening to his heart beat. Justin stroked the nape of Brian's neck and ran his fingers through his hair. Rearing up, Brian looked into Justin's eyes and told him again and again how much he loved him. In Justin's eyes, the same declaration came barreling through. Brian moved back and sat on his haunches, preparing to enter oblivion with no return.
Justin moved his legs back up on Brian's shoulders and prepared himself mentally. Brian positioned himself and placed his cock at Justin's hole...slowly he pushed inward. Gasps emitted from both of them, from the feeling and the overall emotions from the situation. Sliding inside Justin, Brian moaned and told him freely, "I will always be all around you." Justin could feel his insides knotting around him, squeezing all the anguish, all the torment and doubt into a little ball, ready to release. The heat rising in him, feeling Brian pulsing inside made his head spin. As Brian pulled out and slowly pushed back in, their worlds became one.
"You have no idea how incredible you feel Brian...Oh, my God!" Justin replied, almost yelling.
"I have an idea...you're so warm, so smooth...its like...heaven," Brian panted.
Justin reached up to bring Brian down to him so they could kiss. Their lips swirled around in each other's mouths. Brian pushed into Justin slowly and withdrew almost, wanting to feel himself sliding...sliding...sliding. Justin squeezed his muscles to contract around Brian and he grunted loudly, "Justin! Fuck!...Do it again..do it again!"
They laughed as they fucked, made love, joined in ecstasy...whatever it was. They laughed, they both cried a little, although Brian would never admit to it, and they held on to each other for dear life. It was over too soon for the both of them. The mental aspect got to them. As Brian thrust in and out, feeling himself ready to shoot, he yelled out, "I...fucking...love.... you.... Justin! Oh...Ahh...Uhhh!" and he collapsed on top of him. Justin had shot at about the same time, shooting his hot cum all over Brian's stomach and chest. Justin could feel the liquid inside him...feel it running out of him. When Brian came, Justin saw stars, and moons, and suns, blazing. It was the most incredible feeling for the both of them.
Brian allowed himself some time to stay inside Justin...to relish the afterglow of one of the most intense experiences he had ever had. This rivaled only one time in his life...not that long ago. Justin was exhausted from all of it. He lay under Brian and felt his hot breath on his neck and his kisses.
After a while, Brian got up and retrieved a washcloth to wipe them down. They catnapped for a little while and then lay in each other's arms talking about the trip. Brian bitched a little about taking the boys with them and Justin just laughed him off.
"Ted can do the cooking, that way, I can have a week off," Justin smiled twirling circles over Brian's chest.
"You mean you aren't going to cook for me while we're there? I made sure that there was a grill and fully loaded kitchen. Is Ted supposed to cook my favorite meal for me?" Brian asked him.
"I thought I was your favorite meal...and Ted is getting nowhere near me!" Justin replied, smiling.
"You are, but I like your artichoke quiche. And, I'll rip Ted's dick off if he comes near you...again," Brian responded.
"Oh, alright...you said there's a grocery, so I can at least make you one meal...but don't expect it everyday," Justin replied, leaning over to kiss Brian's forehead. "I think it is sweet that you love my cooking...no wonder you got a little extra feisty on Thursday!" Justin added.
"It was partly that, but what really got me extra feisty was the new underwear I bought you," Brian leaned into Justin, bringing Justin's wrist to his lips.
"Well, remember...you ripped those too," Justin laughed.
"I should just keep you naked all the time, save me from spending money on clothes I destroy...my little naked boy," Brian laughed.
"Are you excited about this week?" Justin asked, reaching down to stroke Brian.
"I am. It’s strange. I think we really need this time alone. Unfortunately, the Three Stooges will be along, so we will have to make due. But, yes, I am looking forward to lazy days spent talking, fucking, and just being together. Christ, I am turning into fucking Lindsey," Brian exclaimed.
Laughing, Justin moved down between Brian's legs and replied, "Doesn't look like Lindsey down here, thank God," and smiled. That was all he needed to say. He knew best to let Brian say his peace and not nag him about it.
"Oh, thank whoever the fuck, for forceful mercies. Jesus Justin!" and Brian sighed and closed his eyes. Feeling Justin sucking him in, he drifted into another round of oblivion.
Hearing the alarm ringing, Brian reached over Justin and turned it off. He pulled the sleeping boy to him and spooned him. He loved to watch Justin sleep. He loved to listen to him breathe and emit his little noises. His favorite pleasure was hearing his name called during the night, knowing that Justin was dreaming sweetly of him. He was sure that Justin had heard him a few times, uttering his name. They both awoke frequently, due to some internal need to feed off the other, and make love. Sometimes it was fucking, sometimes it wasn't. Sometimes it was the inner peace.
Looking at the clock he knew that they had two hours before The Boys Excellent Adventures began and that made him groan. He leaned over and licked Justin's ear to awaken him. "Two more minutes," Justin huffed.
"Get your ass up," Brian laughed.
"We are on vacation Brian. Two more minutes...please," Justin sighed, turning over to look at Brian who was now lying propped up against the wall. Justin moved over and laid his head on Brian's chest.
"Fine...two more minutes, but I am getting in the shower," Brian replied, running his fingers through the blonde hair. He counted silently to himself...one, two, and three.
"No. Wait for me," Justin replied.
"You are so easy. You can shower alone you know. I won't come at you with a butcher knife or anything...besides, the door is glass; couldn't exactly sneak up on you," Brian laughed.
"You love it that I am so easy, so shut it. I am fully capable of showering alone...but who'll scrub my back? And besides, you love it," Justin said, looking up into the hazel eyes he loved so much. He stared at him a second and then began, "Brian...are we going to talk about last night?"
"What's to talk about Justin?" Brian smiled back.
"You know what that means right? What it is supposed to mean?" Justin asked.
"Yes...it means you're mine and I am yours," Brian smiled and rubbed his thumb over those red lips that were smiling lovingly.
Brian pulled Justin up into his arms and kissed him deeply. Breaking the kiss he looked like he would say something else very meaningful and Justin was filled with complete undulation at all this. "Now...get your ass up and let's go shower," Brian said.
Thirty minutes later, Brian and Justin emerged from the shower...not refreshed; they were worn out.
"Did you pack my cargo shorts and black and brown Kenneth Coles?" Brian asked Justin while he shaved.
"I put the slides in the shoe bag...Brian, why do you need eight pair of shoes?" Justin replied and questioned while he packed his own bag.
"We are going for seven days. How many pairs are you packing? You better have at least four, and not those fucking tennis shoes...please," Brian replied, grimacing. He then added, "Bring those camel Prada slides and the black Kenneth Coles I bought you last week."
"I packed those, and I have five pairs, including the tennis shoes...don't even say it Brian," Justin responded and added in the tennis shoe comment to shut him down. Justin finished putting in his t-shirts and shorts and asked Brian how many evening ensembles he was bringing.
"Like I said, we are going for seven days Justin...Mr 1500, do the math," Brian replied, moving into the bedroom to strip the bed.
"Did you pack my Kiehl's and Clarins?" Brian asked, ripping the sheets from the bed.
"Yes label queen I did...what else?" Justin replied, taking the pillowcases off the pillows. "Is Maria going to come this week?"
"Yeah, she is coming this afternoon to clean and take the laundry. Fuck...I forgot about laundry! Justin, what do you know about washing machines?" Brian asked, sweetly.
"I know that you don't have one and I don't do laundry," Justin smiled.
"Fine, we'll make Ted do it," Brian said, matter-of-factly.
They finished packing and stripping the bed, laying their bags in the kitchen by the door. Brian had five bags: one full hanging bag, one bag for his shoes, one for his shorts, one for his shirts, which the one or two pairs of underwear fit in nicely, and his toiletry bag. Justin had two bags.
"Where is all this going to fit Brian?" Justin laughed at him.
"It will fit, or you will ride in my lap," Brian responded, shaking his head. "Come here," he beckoned Justin.
Moving into Brian's embrace Justin leaned on his toes to reach up to Brian's lips for a kiss. They stood there, against the refrigerator just touching and kissing sweetly like two teenagers. Once they action started to get a little intense, Brian looked at his watch and smiled..."Time to go Sunshine."
They had to make two trips up and down to the Jeep...Brian carrying his own, not trusting Justin not to bang and drag the bags on the way down. Starting the engine, he leaned over and gave Justin a soft kiss and a smile.
Pulling up at exactly one minute to 10am, Brian laid on the horn. They each bet the other on what Emmett and Ted would be wearing and how many bags they each would have. Of course Brian won for betting Ted would have the most ridiculous outfit on.
Seeing them all come down, Michael bringing up the rear as he was overloaded with all their bags and moved to the Jeep. He saw the backseat and all the bags and huffed.
"What's the problem Mikey?" Brian said, raising his eyebrow at him.
"I thought I was riding with you guys...but your backseat is full," Michael whined a little.
"Yes, it is. Sorry, Justin brought every piece of clothing he owns," Brian smiled, slapping Justin's knee.
Hearing Brian tell Michael it was all his stuff, Justin chimed in, "No, Tammy Faye over here has that huge Louis filled with his moisturizer and shit, so you know it isn't me." With the Tammy Faye comment, he got a pinch on his ear as well.
Ted was dressed in a fishing vest and cap, with actual lures. He had two band-aids on his fingers to show the battle scars. His pants were something out of Rambo and he had huge hiking boots on, all this and an ungodly flannel as well.
"Hey...Marlon Perkins...we are going to the beach, not Africa," Brian yelled, laughing.
Justin and Michael just shook their heads laughing at his comment and the finger Ted gave him in return. Emmett of course was sashaying around in some fabulously loud beachwear...
"So, can we switch off during a pit stop Justin?" Michael pleaded, looking back at Ted's car.
"Sure Michael, don't worry," Justin smiled back.
"Justin is riding with me Michael, this was supposed to be our trip, not a trip with the boys, so, just suck it up. Not literally, you understand?" Brian smiled, reaching over and slapping Michael a little love pat on the cheek.
"Let's go, if we are going, or I will leave you," Brian smiled and honked.
The Jeep pulled off from the curb and maneuvered through downtown to the turnpike. Inside it was quiet, pleasant conversation and sweetness. Always joking and always fun. In Ted's car, there was show tunes, crackers and chips spilled everywhere, yelling non-stop and utter hell. This trip would take approximately 7.5 hours.
Before they got on the interstate, of course Emmett needed to make a pit stop. They pulled over at a rest stop and got out and stretched their legs. The couples and families leisurely having lunch and playing with their children took note of the men exiting their vehicles and of the couple necking against the Jeep. The two couldn't keep their hands off of each other and some children went running and asking their parents all kinds of questions...
"Daddy, why are those two men kissing? Yuk...are they gay?" one little boy asked his father.
"Don't look at them son...you will go cross-eyed," the father returned, in disgust.
A couple of teenaged girls were whispering about how hot the tall one was and how cute the short one was. They were totally hot together...look at the ass on the shorter one.
Michael just walked over to the soda machine to get some drinks for the ride.
As Emmett and Ted made their way into the bathrooms, Emmett couldn't help but comment on the lack of real mirrors or paper towels. "This place is disgusting...looks like the bathrooms of Meathook!"
"Well, at least there is no leather daddy cruising you in here," Ted replied. Just then a tall, broad biker came in and moved to the urinal next to Ted. "Bag any rhinos buddy?" he said, in a deep growl. Ted zipped up quickly and moved to the sink to wash his hands.
Brian and Justin walked in and went to do their business as well. Slightly laughing at the biker's comment, Brian looked over and checked the biker's goods out. Raising an eyebrow and making eye contact, Brian told him, "Feel like raising some hell right now?" The biker looked at him and shook his head. Justin just laughed. Ted cackled slightly due to nervousness and Emmett just kept humming to himself.
Shaking off and moving to the sink, Brian looked at Ted in the mirror, "Jesus Christ Ted, you scared the shit out of me! Turn around or something." The funhouse mirror distorted their reflections and Ted looked even more scary and pathetic in it.
They all moved out and went back to their vehicles for at least five more hours of driving. They stopped at a diner on the interstate and broke for lunch. No lemon bars, just nasty-ass pecan logs.
They finally arrived at around seven to the house. It was a beautiful house. You could see the beach and smell the ocean. The key was in the mailbox and the men unloaded their bags and went inside. The house was floored in marble, the counter tops marble and granite. All Sub Zero appliances in both the upstairs and downstairs kitchens, Ethan Allen and Ikea decorated this house. There were two bedrooms upstairs, the master and a children's. The other four were downstairs and were meant for the boys. Brian told them in no uncertain terms that the upstairs belonged to him and Justin. The men found their respective rooms downstairs and decided to unpack and then do a little exploring of the house. Justin and Brian made their way to their room.
The master was huge and had a large fireplace with wrapped hearth, double doors leading to the balcony around the upstairs, plush couch and wingbacks, huge entertainment center, and a king size four-poster bed. The bathroom was his and hers, with built in cabinets and chifarobes. The shower was built for two with benches and two faucets and sprays. The oversize claw-foot bathtub sat under the window. It was beautiful. They both lay on the bed, tired from the drive. Brian moved over Justin and took his shirt off of him. "Want to take a bath?" he asked Justin coyly.
"That sounds nice and relaxing," Justin smiled back, running his hands down Brian's strong arms.
"Why don't you start the water running and wait for me," Brian replied and leaned down to kiss Justin. "I have missed being inside you," he purred.
"Me too...sad isn't it...its only been around eight or nine hours and we can't keep our hands off of each other," Justin replied back, seductively, licking his lips.
Brian couldn't resist and leaned down again, running his tongue over the boy’s lips and then sucking them and nipping at them. "Go now, or I will take you right here...right now," Brian growled.
Getting up and laughing Justin began to make a show of taking off his clothes, trying to coax Brian with him. Brian started to ache in his groin and moaned. Seeing the white skin and the tight ass of his lover, the smile, winking at him...promising to make him feel good, he almost lost it right there. He had to turn away from the boy.
Justin moved into the bathroom and got towels out of the cabinets. He started the water and put a light touch of the oil that was next to the tub in it. He lit the candles that were placed around the bathroom and turned on the subdued track lighting. The ambience was perfect. He wanted to relax in Brian's arms, feel Brian pull him into his arms, kiss him, touch him, whisper naughty things and then have Brian inside him...completely bare again. He thought back to last night and he got so hard as he entered the water. The warmth encompassed him and sent a shiver down his spine.
Brian had waited in the bedroom; he knew if he went in right away, he would take Justin against the counter or on the floor. He wanted to last and savior his boy. He wanted to make love to him, fuck him, and eat him up, all night long. After a few minutes of thinking about this, he got up and shed his clothes. He walked into the bathroom and saw Justin lying in the tub, candles flickering in the soft light. He could feel the heat and see the steam from the bath and see his lover lounging in the water as it splashed up against his legs. He watched as Justin seemed to be asleep or completely relaxed and didn't move when Brian entered; he must not have heard him. Brian walked over to the tub and got down on his knees. He reached for a sponge and soaked it in the water. He leaned into kiss Justin's lips and ran the sponge down his lover's chest. Seeing Justin's eyes flicker open he smiled. "Did you fall asleep? You might need a life preserver in here, its pretty deep. But, that ass of yours should make you float," Brian said.
Pulling Brian in the tub with him, Justin replied, "You're my life preserver." Justin leaned forward to provide room for Brian to sit or lay behind him. As he carefully got in the tub, Brian pulled Justin back into him with his head in the crook of Brian's neck. He reached back over for the sponge and soaked it; he moved it lazily across his Justin's chest and arms. As he did this, he leaned into the boy’s hair and smelled his sweet scent and kissed the top of his head.
"Is it going to be like this all week?" Justin asked.
"If you want it to be," Brian replied. Hearing Brian's reply, Justin turned around and moved to sit on top of Brian. "I want you inside me Brian," he whispered.
"Brian scooted himself to the back of the tub in an upright position and helped Justin to maneuver on his lap. Both of them were hard and ready to go. As they sat face-to-face, Justin ground into Brian and grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in to kiss him. It was soft at first, but grew intense. As they kissed, Brian brought his hands up to Justin's shoulders and pushed him forward, becoming impossibly close. Their cocks moved against each other and just about stabbed each other's stomachs.
"Are you ready for me Justin?" Brian asked, panting.
"I am ready...fuck me Brian," Justin replied, huskily.
Brian raised Justin up to squat over Brian's crotch and Justin held onto the side of the tub with one hand and Brian's shoulder with the other. Brian held onto Justin and also positioned his dick under him. Justin slowly lowered himself onto Brian and grabbed him by the shoulders, both of them moaning and gasping for air.
"God almighty, " Brian shouted almost, feeling his bare cock slide inside Justin's velvety hole.
"Oh my God, Brian... you feel fucking fantastic...I am going to come all the way down now, " Justin panted.
"Hurry, I can't stand it!" Brian replied, shakily.
And Justin came all the way down on him. His ass rubbing into Brian's crotch, he began to move in circles over Brian. "Jesus fucking Christ...you're so hot...its so, its so...fucking hot and soft inside you...fuck!" Brian grit between his teeth. He held onto Justin's waist and gripped him hard.
"Goddamn...right there...oh shit! Right fucking there Justin..." Brian exclaimed.
"Brian...you feel so good. You're so hard, push harder...I want you deeper inside me...go deeper," Justin sighed, his head bobbing around.
The feeling was so intense between them. The water was still running and it was coming close to Brian's forearm now.
"Come up...almost all the way up, then come back down...oh God...right there, go slow...Jesus. You feel so good Justin," Brian grunted.
As Justin moved up on his haunches to hover and slide back down on Brian's cock, he had to will himself not to slam down. Both of them were licking their lips, hands running over each other. Brian gripped Justin's ass cheeks and moved to lay Justin backwards.
"Lean backwards Justin, slowly...I got you," Brian breathed. He wanted to feel every inch of his boy; he wanted to feel his cock deep inside that hole. Feeling the pressure of the contractions around him as Justin squeezed his muscles again. Brian watched as Justin had given himself over completely to the feeling and his eyes were clouded over, and he heard the nonsensical musings coming from Justin's lips, with the occasional 'Brian' in between.
Justin lay back and reached to turn off the faucet. As he reached, he could feel Brian slipping from inside him. He reached and slammed the faucets off and then moved back in his place. He felt Brian move into him again. Justin looked at Brian and saw the way his eyes were clouded as well and his mouth hanging slack, like always. He was listening to the grunts and moans and how Brian told him over and over again how good he felt and how much he loved being inside him. They both were near climax and it began to get a little rough. Water was splashing everywhere and a couple of candles blew out.
"Oh God Brian...I am gonna come...I'm coming," Justin shouted and moved to sit upright and ground again over Brian's cock.
"Motherfucker...Jesus...Holy Mother of AHHH!!! Goddamn Justin!" Brian shouted as he came. He was so close, but as Justin began to spasm, he lost all control feeling his orgasm blast through him.
"I love you Brian...I love you...I love you, " Justin murmured. Brian was holding him up and his hips were covered in finger marks, from the pressure of being held.
Brian brought Justin to him, to lay his head on his chest and shoulder. He kissed Justin and told him, "That was almost the best sex we have ever had Justin. And, I love you too."
"What? What do you mean almost the best? What was the best?" Justin asked, looking into Brian's eyes.
"The first time was the best," Brian responded and they kissed deeply.
"Let's get out before we prune...I don't do 'old' remember?" Justin smirked and raised himself up.
"You are gonna get your ass busted for that Justin," Brian replied, rolling his eyes and getting up.
"Promises, Promises old man," Justin smiled.
They got out of the tub and dried each other off. Justin went into the bedroom to get his and Brian's robe.
"You aren't going out in just the robe Justin...put some bottoms on or something," Brian told him.
"Why? Its just the guys, what do you care?" Justin replied.
"I don't want them looking at you. Put something on...don't piss me off on this Justin," Brian replied, and motioned 'go' to him.
"Fine, but I don't see what the big deal is. You are just wearing your robe, why do you get to and I don't," Justin asked.
"Your body is for me only. I look at you. I don't want fucking Ted or even Michael...even the Queen Mum out there, even getting a glimpse of that skin...understand? You are mine," Brian growled and moved to stand behind Justin, bearing down into him.
They both exited the bedroom and went downstairs to the living room. What they saw was only the beginning of their supposed weeklong retreat from real life and it was going to hell in a hand basket.
Ted was on the couch reading Field and Stream. Michael was at the kitchen counter reading...guess what? A comic book. Emmett, in the kitchen, with an apron on, facial mask and do rag. Turning to the men, he asked, "Who wants fondue?"