Winter's Morning

Justin feels Brian’s hand in his hair, but he burrows deeper under the blankets and turns away. They closed Babylon down last night, and he’s not looking forward to going to class. “Too early,” he mumbles when Brian tugs on his hair.

“Snow day,” Brian whispers.

Brian’s breath is warm against his ear, and Justin shivers then moans when Brian sucks on his earlobe. Brian nuzzles his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw, and Justin tilts his head up without opening his eyes.

“Snow day,” Brian says again. “No classes today.”

He kisses Justin then, a slow, deep kiss that leaves Justin feeling like he's sinking deeper and deeper into the bed. He forces his eyes open when Brian pulls away, squinting a little even though the sun barely lights the loft. “You too?” he asks.

“Yeah, maybe,” Brian shrugs.

Justin knows he’s not going anywhere so he lets his eyes fall shut again. “Good,” he murmurs, already drifting away. “More sleep.”

He hears Brian laugh, but he’s already mostly asleep and can’t bring himself to care. He wakes up to Brian’s hands on his hips and his tongue tracing the crease of his inner thigh.

Justin spreads his legs and hears Brian mutter, “Good boy,” before he sucks his balls into his mouth. It’s warm and wet and perfect, and Justin wants it to go on forever.

And then Brian’s mouth is on his cock, and that’s even better. Justin fists the sheets and rocks his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into Brian’s mouth. Brian sucks and licks, and it feels wonderful, but it’s not quite enough until he presses against the skin behind Justin’s balls, and Justin shudders and sighs and comes.

Brian rests his head on Justin’s thigh, and when Justin looks down at him, he winks and sucks his own fingers into his mouth. Justin closes his eyes and waits, and soon Brian’s fingertips are teasing his hole, stroking and tracing wet circles around it. He shifts just enough for the tip of Brian’s index finger to slide inside, and they both hum in approval.

They stay like that for a long time, Brian finger fucking him and nuzzling his cock and balls. By the time Brian’s twisting three slick fingers inside him, Justin’s hard again, his cock heavy and aching. When Brian pulls his fingers out, Justin turns onto his hands and knees.

He’s slick and open, and Brian’s first thrust is deep and hard. “God,” Justin arches his back, savoring the feeling of being stretched and full.

“You called?” Brian laughs, then thrusts again, hitting his prostate just as he reaches for his cock.

He jerks Justin off while fucking him hard and fast. When Justin comes again it’s a bright flash that pulses through his whole body.

They collapse onto the bed together, but Justin doesn’t move when Brian gets up and heads to the bathroom. When Brian comes back to the bed, he sighs loudly and pulls Justin over to the clean side of the bed. Justin presses his back against Brian’s chest, and Brian rests his head in the hollow of Justin’s shoulder. Brian’s hand settles onto Justin’s stomach; where Justin covers it with his own, squeezing once before they both fall asleep.
 

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