Nothing More Than You Can Feel Now

 

Author's Notes: This was written for the Bring Back the Porn celebration. The original idea came from happier_bunny. She asked for a drabble and got this instead. Thanks to the fabulous flashfly who went above and beyond the call of duty to make this readable. Also, thank you to notreallyme10, flamencanyc, and xie_xie_xie for their last minute help and advice.

 

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Brian came home to boxes scattered everywhere, some empty, some half-unpacked, and a naked, flushed Justin sprawled on the bed. It looked like an invitation to him so he stripped and joined him. But when he began to kiss Justin’s neck, Justin pushed him away with a muttered, “Fuck off.”

Brian raised his head and stared at Justin in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“I spent most of the day dragging my shit up here when it’s a million degrees out and humid as fuck. The elevator is broken, and you had the air off. Don’t touch me until I’ve had time to cool off.” Justin spoke without opening his eyes.

If Justin thought he was too hot to fuck, Brian wasn’t going to beg. “By all means, cool down,” he said as he threw himself off the bed. Hard and horny and frustrated, he made his way to the kitchen, dodging boxes and bitching quietly about the mess.

A drink seemed like a good idea, but as he opened the freezer, he had a better one, one that would take care of both his and Justin’s predicaments, and leave Justin the one begging. Smiling now, Brian filled a highball glass with ice, then went back into the bedroom and slid into bed. He waited to see if Justin would respond, and when he didn’t, he pressed an ice cube against the base of Justin’s throat, the smooth oval fitting perfectly in the hollow there. Then he dragged it down Justin's sternum, smirking when Justin’s eyes flew open. “Jesus, Brian!”

“Shh, don’t overtax your poor, overheated body. The iceman has come, and he knows exactly what you need. ” Brian placed a cube in his mouth before leaning down and kissing Justin. They passed it back and forth with their tongues, letting it clink softly against their teeth until it melted. While they kissed, Brian teased him with another ice cube, circling his nipples, tracing the line of his throat, palming it while stroking his cock and balls.

Brian pulled back and admired the picture Justin made. He was panting now, still flushed, his body streaked with icy water, and he shivered slightly when Brian let droplets of water from the melting ice hit his chest.

“Christ, Brian,” Justin gasped. “I’m cool enough. Time for you to fuck me.”

Shaking his head, Brian smiled. “Not yet. We wouldn’t want to risk heatstroke, would we?”

Brian rubbed his hands together, melting the last of the ice he held. He smoothed his wet hands over Justin’s face before burying them in his hair. As they kissed, Justin arched beneath him, wrapping his legs around Brian’s hips and pushing his cock up, seeking friction.

“Not so fast,” Brian admonished and smacked Justin’s hip lightly. “Turn over.”

While Justin turned onto his stomach, Brian grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand. Justin tried to move up to his knees, but Brian pressed a hand to his back and stopped him. Then he picked up another ice cube and dropped it onto the small of Justin’s back. Brian didn’t touch it, just let it sit there, watching as a small pool of water formed under it, as Justin’s body stiffened, then relaxed.

Brian moved between Justin’s legs. He pressed two slick fingers into Justin’s ass while sliding the ice cube up his spine and was rewarded with a loud moan as Justin attempted to move toward Brian’s fingers and away from the ice at the same time. Brian chuckled and admired the way the muscles in Justin’s back flexed as he tried to do both.

He leaned down and whispered in Justin’s ear, “What do you want Justin? For me to stop?” Brian stilled both hands. “Or,” Brian twisted his fingers inside Justin’s ass and traced his other ear with the piece of ice, “do you want more?”

“More,” Justin breathed as he shivered and tried again to move to his knees.

Brian continued to stroke his fingers slowly in and out of Justin’s body, slower than necessary, just to tease. He added a third finger then went back to two, making sure to barely brush against Justin’s prostate every so often. At the same time he traced random patterns across Justin’s back with the ice cube, then followed them with his mouth. Sometimes he licked the cold water off Justin’s skin; other times he breathed along the trail left by the ice letting his breath warm the moisture.

A litany of pleadings poured from Justin’s lips. Jumbled combinations of “God, Brian, fuck, now” went from demands to begging and back. Brian let the words wash over him, the combination of desire and need in Justin’s voice pushing his own arousal higher.

Finally, Brian relented. He sat back and pulled Justin up onto his hands and knees. Only one cube of ice remained, and Brian pushed it into Justin’s hole. Justin’s whole body bowed and his cock twitched. He opened his mouth, but no words came.

Brian paused to watch a small trickle of water escape from Justin’s hole then swiftly covered his cock with a condom and lube before burying himself deep in Justin’s ass with one hard thrust. Justin’s ass clenched around him, and Brian fought not to come immediately. The heat of Justin’s body combined with the sharp contrast of the ice pressing against his dick was almost too much.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Brian demanded through gritted teeth when he felt Justin begin to shift his weight.

“Brian, please.”

“No,” Brian growled. He squeezed Justin’s cock with his still cold hand. The shock of the temperature change against his heated flesh was enough to bring Justin back from the edge. But he was soon thrusting into Brian’s fist while Brian drove his cock in and out of him.

Brian let go of Justin’s cock and grabbed his hips with both hands. He pulled Justin’s ass up higher as he thrust harder and faster, fucking Justin relentlessly. His grip tightened, and he held Justin still while with one final thrust, he came.

Justin was still seeking his own release as he pushed back against Brian’s spent cock. “Don’t move,” Brian ordered as he pulled out. He quickly discarded the condom and changed positions so he was underneath Justin.

Brian licked his lips when he saw Justin’s cock, hard and throbbing, above him. He blew a cool stream of air over the tip and Justin shuddered, his cock leaking. A few drops of pearly liquid fell into Brian’s mouth and he used his finger to gather the rest, spreading it over his lips then sucking his finger with an obscene “pop.”

Above him, Justin groaned loudly. “Enough. Finish me off or I’ll do it myself.”

“Decisions, decisions.”

Justin made an impatient sound, so Brian grabbed his cock, effectively shutting him up. He opened his mouth wide around it, breathing hot air over the surface before closing his lips around it and sliding them back to the head. He sucked hard before licking all the way to the base and beginning another slow, wet slide back to the head. Justin pushed hard at Brian’s mouth, and Brian took him as deep as he could, licking and sucking until with a final moan, Justin came down his throat.

As soon as Brian released his cock, Justin collapsed on top of him, but Brian pushed him off and turned around so that they lay next to each other. Propping himself up on one elbow, he studied Justin, breathing heavily, flushed and sweaty, and he laughed. “You still look awfully hot to me,” Brian teased while brushing the hair from Justin’s forehead.

Justin opened his eyes and managed a small smile. “God, Brian that was. . . You’re. . .”

Raising one eyebrow, Brian smirked and prompted, “Evil?”

Justin’s smile widened, and he shook his head. “That was worth every fucking trip up the stairs. I’ll make sure the ice-maker’s full before you bring up the rest of my stuff.”

“You do that,” Brian said, giving him an approving smile. “One more thing,” he added softly as he leaned down to him.

“What’s that?”

“Welcome home.”