One Year

December IV

"You shit," Justin laughed, wrestling to stay on top of Brian. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

But he wasn’t on top for long. Brian finally regained his bearings from the sneak attack and deftly flipped them over so Justin was beneath him. Then he noticed Justin had finally discarded his shorts too. Yes, the kid really was grateful. But Brian wasn’t about to let Justin off the hook for making him wait so long. "Is that any way to say thank you?" he prompted.

Justin blinked at him innocently. "Thank you," he replied with a coy smile. "I can’t wait to sketch the sunset over the water."

"Well, before then," Brian whispered huskily, "I think you can put more effort into showing your appreciation…I’m sure a real artist shows his benefactor much more gratitude than that short tumble across the mattress." He languidly rolled his hips against Justin’s and honestly couldn’t tell who moaned louder from the delicious friction.

Justin wrapped around him, arching into his touch. Another low moan morphed into a fervent purr and Brian felt the hum tingle against his lips as he suckled the warm soft skin along the column of Justin’s throat. He nibbled down along the collarbone and was trailing hot wet kisses over Justin’s torso when a hard guttural groan was ripped from his chest.

Jesus Christ!

Justin’s dick had somehow, no doubt aided by the devious younger man, become wedged between Brian’s legs and was insistently sawing back and forth between his balls and asshole. But before he could even recover from that sensation, both of Justin’s hands were stroking his dick, one circling the base and fondling his balls while the other teased the tip and probed the slit. Fuck, the kid had magic fingers. Ten soft digits massaging all the right places instinctively. It reminded Brian of the time some trick wrapped a string of anal beads around his cock and rolled them up and down until he came so hard he thought he’d blown his dick clean off. And yet, this was even better. Shit.

"Enough," Brian growled, pulling away from the scorching heat licking at his groin. He wasn’t ready yet.

"W-what?" Justin’s drooping eyelids fluttered open as his dick sprang free from its confinement and slapped against his belly. Lost in his own haze of arousal, he reached for it, stroking the hard shaft roughly as his eyes rolled back. His other hand blindly reached for Brian and started jerking him off again. "Oh, Brian…"

Oh, god. Brian felt the same tingling current snap through him as when Justin had moaned his name before. Tricks generally didn’t know his name, or if they did, they knew better than to personalize the encounter if they wanted him to fuck them. But this was different. He wanted Justin to scream his name. And he knew just how to make him do it too.

Brian took the Justin’s hands and pinned them to his sides. Justin grunted his disapproval, but Brian kissed him hard, sucking the air from his lungs until Justin acquiesced dizzily. Then he slid down and nuzzled the soft blond curls nestled around the other man’s cock. He inhaled deeply, relishing the kid’s clean natural musk—with just a hint of coconut oil that had rubbed off Brian. Unable to resist, he lapped at the smear of precum streaking across Justin’s skin. He even tasted pure and sweet, with just a slightly bitter tinge from sweat and oil.

"Brian, please," Justin whimpered.

Brian looked up at the dark narrow slits piercing him. Despite the lust-heavy lids obscuring his blue orbs, Justin’s need was obviously evident. But Brian still wasn’t ready. Having only had a small taste, he craved more, but he knew blowing Justin right now would certainly push him over the edge. So instead, he decided to change the focus of his feast. "Okay, baby, roll over," he urged.

Justin eagerly did as he was told, moaning loudly as his cock rubbed against the sheets.

"Uh-uh," Brian chuckled, pulling Justin’s hips up. He squeezed the firm mounds, parting them, and his mouth watered as he spied the little pink pucker winking at him.

"Brian…" Justin mewled impatiently.

Brian kissed the small of his back, flattened his tongue, and licked from the top of Justin’s ass to his balls.

"Brian?"

Brian started the return swipe from bottom to top and Justin pulled away a little. He looked up at Justin, the younger man’s cheeks flushing red.

"I—wh--"

Brian sighed. "You’ve never been rimmed before?"

Justin shook his head, his eyes fixed on the pillow in front of him.

What kind of fuckwits had he been sleeping with? Scratch that. Brian had already met the biggest one of all and he had a sneaking suspicion that idiot was just the last in a very short list of inept lovers. What a fucking waste of prime ass.

Justin misinterpreted his silence. "Ethan thought it was--" he stopped abruptly.

Brian rolled his eyes, sliding up to settle face to face with the other man. "What? He thought eating your ass was gross? Disgusting? Dirty? What’s gross is that fucking chin rat on his face." Justin’s lips twitched a little in response and Brian smirked. "What’s disgusting is how any self-respecting fag could neglect this hot little ass." His hand strayed back over the mounds, lazily teasing along the crease.

Justin moaned and wiggled against him.

Smiling, Brian nipped his ear. "And we haven’t even begun to get dirty yet," he whispered huskily.

"Brian…" Justin rasped excitedly.

The older man kissed his shoulder, settling over his back. "Relax, Goldilocks, this is going to feel juuust riiight" he teased before running his tongue down Justin’s spine.

He left a sloppy trail over the ridges as Justin giggled breathlessly beneath him.

 

***
 

Justin stared at the ceiling as he listened to Brian’s deep even breathing as he dozed. The swirls of paint he was tracking blurred for a moment as he blinked to regain his focus. He pinched the bridge of his nose to prevent his eyes from watering again and finally sat up, sure Brian wouldn’t be disturbed now.

He winced slightly at the ache in his well and thoroughly fucked ass. Jesus, his other two lovers had nothing on Brian. It had been incredible…until he had been discarded with the used condom.

One minute he’d been in heaven and the next he was forgotten like any other trick as Brian rolled off him and went to sleep.

Justin tried to tell himself the man was just tired, or even that it was a compliment that he’d worn Brian out, but deep down he recognized the closed body language that clearly stated ‘stay away.’ Fine, so he would. This had been a terrible mistake, but he could change that easily enough. After he took a long hot shower to wash the other man off himself, he would call the airport.

 

***
 

Brian slowly woke as the soft patter of the shower permeated his dreams. Then the water stopped. He tried to start it up again, but Justin was getting out, toweling himself off…

Brian heard the bathroom door squeak open and forced his eyes open. He was disappointed to realize he hadn’t been in the shower with the other man, but instead, still in bed alone. His eyes squinted against the afternoon’s last rays of light reflecting off the water as Justin stealthily moved around the room, obviously unaware he was awake. He was about to let him know when Justin picked up the phone and asked the desk attendant to connect him with the airport.

What the fuck?

"Hey," he said dryly.

Startled, Justin glanced at him briefly. "Hey." He looked at the phone in his hand for a moment then hung up.

"What’s going on?" Brian asked.

"Just thought I’d see what kind of restaurants are around," Justin lied.

Brian let it slide for the moment. "I meant why are you up?"

Justin shrugged, pulling on a pair of shorts. "I thought we were done."

"We hardly got started," Brian shot back, but Justin still wasn’t looking at him—and obviously not interested in getting back in bed. He tried a different route. "But I could eat first. At least drink something. You drained me. What about the food we ordered earlier?"

"It’s been sitting outside all afternoon."

"So did they suggest anything good?"

"Huh?" Justin fumbled. "Oh, uh, nobody answered, must be busy. I’ll go down and--"

Brian caught his wrist as Justin tried to hurry past. "You’ll miss the sunset. Go on and sketch for a while and I’ll take a shower. Then we can go check out the restaurants." He waited a beat, pretending not to notice as Justin regained his composure.

"Whatever," Justin finally mumbled.

Jesus, why was he forcing the kid to stay with him when he clearly didn’t want to? Brian pushed the question aside, unwilling to delve too deeply. He let the younger man go and Justin went outside. Brian watched him settle down and start drawing for a few minutes. Once he saw the kid’s rigid back relax, Brian felt reasonably sure Justin wouldn’t bolt while he was in the shower.

But first, he grabbed the phone himself. He had lied too.

 

***
 

Justin was so engrossed in his sketching that he hadn’t realized a half-hour had elapsed. He lost himself in the myriad of colors and shades, content to let the anxiety of the previous hour slip away with the last of the daylight.

"That’s great," Brian said over his shoulder. "I’m impressed. Really."

Justin’s peaceful bubble burst and he tensed as Brian bent and kissed his neck. "Thanks," he replied uncomfortably.

What was going on? Why was Brian even bothering anymore, they’d already fucked. Brian was supposed to move on now.

"I thought maybe you needed some more light," Brian added as a waiter rolled out a cart laden with candles and an ice bucket with champagne. Underneath there was a large covered serving tray. "And food. I thought we could stay in tonight and check out the restaurants tomorrow. If you don’t have other plans." Brian arched an eyebrow.

Shit. Brian knew he lied about calling the airport. But he didn’t seem mad. He was acting like… like he wanted Justin to stay. But why? Although he’d temporarily forgotten Brian’s ‘just fuck for the fuck’s sake’ policy while the man had been chasing him, he assumed after he’d been had Brian would lose interest. Isn’t that what he said he did? No names, no repeats, no spending the night.

And yet, here they were.

"Justin?"

The younger man had been so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize Brian was holding out a glass of champagne. He didn’t take it fast enough and Brian set it on the cart.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Brian said, angrily shoving the cart away. "Is there something you want to talk about, or is this sullen mood part of your artist’s repertoire? I can deal with that, but I will not sit here and watch you sulk because of something I did or didn’t do when you won’t even tell me." He raked his hand through this hair. "Did I hurt you?"

"God, no!" Justin cried automatically. Brian was staring at him and Justin turned away from his harsh scrutiny. "Honestly, it was great."

"Amazing," Brian agreed.

Justin thought he heard a slightly mocking lilt in the other man’s voice and his heart sank again. But he hoped he was wrong and hesitantly glanced at Brian.

Brian’s face was open and he seemed to be genuine. "So?"

Justin reached for the glass of champagne. Probably too late to call about a flight home anyway, it could wait until tomorrow. "Did you have a toast in mind?" he said as a peace offering.

Brian smirked. "I have a lot in mind. Hold that thought." He disappeared for a moment and came back with a light blanket. "Sit up."

Justin looked at him questioningly, but did as he was told. Then Brian straddled the chair behind him and he understood. Justin scooted forward for Brian to sit and leaned back against the older man’s chest. Brian covered their legs with the blanket and Justin grabbed the champagne.

Brian nuzzled Justin’s neck. "Here’s to a better fucking vacation than I even dared to hope for yesterday."

Justin smiled and tapped his glass against Brian’s. They each took a sip then kissed softly before settling back and looking out at the view. Brian’s entire body slowly wrapped around him and Justin sighed contently. He suddenly realized he’d overreacted earlier. It didn’t matter what Brian had done when he was half-exhausted. This was what mattered.

Deep in the back of his mind, a nagging worry tickled, trying to push itself forward, but Justin didn’t want to deal with anything else right now and effectively stomped it down.

They nibbled at some of the food, finished the champagne, and talked well into the night, never moving from that spot. Then finally, as the moon rose in the dark sky and blanketed their little oasis in soft glowing light, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.


 

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