Treasure Worth More Than A Million
“What are you staring at?” Brian growled in a sleep husky voice. The boys were enjoying a lazy day with nothing better to do other than to fuck themselves silly. Justin was caught staring at his favorite model.
“Am I going to be the inspiration for another dick doodle?” Brian twitched a muscle making his flaccid penis jump.
“Maybe, but that’s not what I was looking at. Looking, not staring,” Justin emphasized; somehow feeling the need to defend his actions, why, he wasn’t sure.
“Okay, Sunshine, no need to bite me, unless you want to,” Brian cooed softly, reaching for Justin’s hand to soothe away the sting.
“Want to enlighten me?” Brian asked after a while. Their fingers remained laced as they rested close together on the bed. Brian lit a cigarette, shooting smoke rings into the air.
“You know I love you, right?” Justin said, waiting to be teased or otherwise berated.
“I know,” came the unexpected response.
“But do you know why I love you?” Brian arched his eyebrow then looked down at his dick lying in a nest of dark brown curls. “Besides that.” Brian shook his head as he stubbed out the cigarette. He leaned back on his pillow awaiting Justin’s pearls of wisdom, never letting go of Justin’s hand.
Justin sighed, he knew he was about to sound ridiculously romantic.
“There must be a million reasons why I love you,” Justin exaggerated as he explained himself. “There are your obvious attributes.”
“Like my dick,” Brian said proudly. Justin snorted.
“Yeess, your dick is worthy of admiration, asshole. But I’d love you even without your dick.” Justin snickered at the look of sheer horror on Brian’s face. “But of course, your dick shall remain legendary for all time,” Justin said quickly.
Temporarily placated, Brian waved Justin on.
“You have many qualities that I love such as your loyalty to your friends and your love for Gus. And for all of your denial, you do know how to give love.” Now Brian snorted.
“But there’s one little part of you that I find fascinating,” Justin admitted then became strangely quiet.
Brian thought maybe Justin had gone to sleep. “Justin?”
“I’m awake,” Justin said almost reading Brian’s thoughts.
“You can tell me.”
“I know but you’ll think it’s silly.”
“I’m in a silly mood.” Brian lifted their entwined hands to his mouth and made a raspberry to the back of Justin’s hand. Justin giggled.
“Your treasure trail,” Justin whispered.
“My what?”
“Your treasure trail, just below your belly button. Most of you is hairless except for the usual parts,” Justin said feeling his face grow warm for some reason. He had kissed, nibbled and sucked on practically every part of Brian. He had no reason to feel embarrassed.
“But I find these few inches with its dark trail of fine hair captivating.”
“Really?” Brian stretched, making his treasure trail more visible.
“Yes, really,” Justin swatted Brian with his free hand.
“What’s so captivating about a few hairs?” Brian looked down past his flat belly to the trail in question.
“Not sure, but they speak to me.”
“And what do they say, Sunshine?”
Justin heard the underlying snark but ignored it. “This,” Justin murmured as he lowered his head toward the dark trail. Brian whimpered softly as Justin nosed through the delicate hairs, nipping at them, kissing the surrounding skin, inhaling Brian’s musky scent. Justin made slow gentle love to Brian.
“A-maazing, Sunshine,” Brian quipped when he regained his breath, squeezing Justin’s hand that was still in his.
“Yee haw,” managed Justin, squeezing back.
“And all because of a few hairs?”
“Very special hairs,” Justin reminded Brian as he snuggled closer, his eyelids growing heavy.
“Why are they so special?”
“Because they’re attached to you.”
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