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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Queer_as_Folk_(US)
  Relationship:
      Brian_Kinney/Justin_Taylor
  Character:
      Brian_Kinney, Justin_Taylor
  Additional Tags:
      Gapfillerpalooza
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-03-28 Words: 1192
****** The Rush ******
by popfly
Summary
     Gapfiller for season two, episode ten. It would be PWP if it wasn't
     part of an episode storyline, honestly. If you didn't watch the show,
     Justin is still seventeen in this, I think.
You came here not knowing what would happen, that was part of the thrill.
Brian slid his open palm down the fly of his jeans, and Justin watched him
through slitted eyes. He could see that Brian was hard under the denim, and his
fingers crept forward on the mattress, wanting to reach up and touch but
knowing that it wasn't quite time for it. Brian's other hand reached around and
rubbed once down the length of Justin's dick.
You're hard now just thinking about it.
Justin was that, for sure. Brian had moved his fingers and leaned forward,
rocking his hips slightly, the friction making Justin gasp against Brian's jaw.
He grabbed a fistful of Brian's hair and yanked his head back, growling between
his teeth.
"Fuck me."
Brian grinned and slapped Justin's hands away, capturing them atop the sheets
with one of his own. "I don't think you're in the position to be giving
orders."
Justin's nostrils flared and he struggled to get his wrists out of Brian's
grasp. Brian ground his hips harder and Justin groaned, his eyes slipping shut.
He felt Brian's mouth on his neck, warm breath ghosting across his skin.
"You want me to fuck you?" The tip of Brian's tongue left a wet trail from the
hollow behind Justin's ear to his Adam's apple. Justin opened his mouth to
answer Brian's question and his "yes" was expelled on a whoosh of air when the
flat of Brian's tongue hit one of Justin's nipples, swiping once, twice, before
Brian used the scrape of his teeth there instead.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Brian lifted his head to slide a glance up
Justin's body, the light stubble on his chin scratching the sensitized skin of
Justin's chest.
"I said yes," Justin panted, trying his best to keep his eyes open so he could
return Brian's gaze with a pleading look, but Brian had renewed the movement of
his hips, and the press of his dick against Justin's was pushing all rational
thought from Justin's head.
"How badly do you want me to fuck you?" Brian alternated words and sucking
kisses along Justin's collarbone, splaying the fingers of his free hand against
Justin's ribcage.
"Brian," Justin whimpered, tilting his chin back so Brian could get at the
underside of his jaw.
"Yes," Brian murmured against Justin's throat.
"Please."
Brian released Justin's arms, skimming his hand down Justin's skin, his palms
leaving goosebumps in their wake, leaving Justin's wrists crossed above his
head. He pulled off and away, and Justin's eyes popped open at the same time
his pants did, the zipper seeming to lower itself as Brian walked backwards on
his knees. Pants and briefs were flung aside and then Brian had Justin's thighs
pressed up and apart and his tongue against Justin's hole.
Justin's breath was sucked out in a whoosh and his hands came down to clap over
Brian's fingers. Brian didn't stop what he was doing to scold, but he did lift
his head to grimace when Justin's nails dug a little too hard.
"Hands above your head," he ordered, swatting one of Justin's away before
reaching towards the nightstand. Brian's jeans had joined Justin's pants on the
floor; how exactly that had happened, Justin didn't know. Brian had a way of
removing clothing while his hands were otherwise occupied.
Justin drove his fingers into his own hair to keep them under control, pressing
them down on his scalp. He didn't trust himself or his self-control especially
when Brian had lubed two fingers and was sliding them into Justin's ass.
Justin rolled his hips as Brian crooked his fingers and then spread them apart,
slicking Justin before pulling his fingers out. Justin moaned and concentrated
hard on not lifting his hips from the mattress, chewing on his lower lip and
squeezing his eyes as tightly closed as he could.
"Don't do that," Brian scolded. "I want you to watch me."
Justin took a fortifying breath before opening his eyes, but nothing could ever
prepare him for the way Brian looked when he entered him. The muscles in his
arm bunching, the taut line of his lips and the way his eyes went wide that
first second when he buried to the hilt in Justin's ass. Justin thought he
could come just from that look.
Brian tucked his hands behind Justin's knees, settling them over his shoulders
before reaching for Justin's wrists again, folding Justin nearly in half and
attaching his mouth to Justin's neck. He thrust hard and fast, swaying his hips
just slightly so that the angle on every other one was different, hitting a new
spot each time, making Justin pant and groan.
Brian withdrew almost entirely, biting Justin's earlobe as he did so and then
pushing back in hard. Justin arched upwards, twisting his wrists in the circle
of Brian's fingers, desperate to finish himself off either by bucking against
Brian's stomach shamelessly or by jerking himself off. But Brian would have
none of it.
"You don't come until I say so."
Justin's head tossed between Brian's forearms until Brian squeezed them
together to hold Justin still. He smothered Justin's protests with his mouth
and his tongue, and Justin was glad that he could let his eyes slip closed
without fear of reprimand. He could lose himself in Brian's taste, in the
feeling of Brian's lips on his, in the way Brian curled his tongue to sweep it
behind Justin's teeth. He was so wrapped up in the kiss that he almost didn't
notice when Brian let go of his wrists.
Justin did notice when Brian's fingers closed around his dick, and he moaned
into Brian's mouth, his hands coming forward to wrap around the back of Brian's
neck. His orgasm snuck up and slammed into him, and he shook so hard his teeth
knocked against Brian's.
Justin shivered through aftershocks and Brian didn't move. He waited until
Justin flung his arms to the sides, smiling up at him, sated. Then he pulled
back and Justin wondered if Brian had come without Justin even noticing, but
before the thought was even finished Brian thrust back in, hard. Justin jerked
back slightly, his over-sensitized nerves sending a tremor up his body. Brian
slammed into him, and Justin dug his fingers into Brian's thighs, crying out
against the sensation that was almost painful, and then grinding his teeth when
Brian came, his hip bones pressing hard into the backs of Justin's thighs.
Justin's knees slid from Brian's shoulders and Brian collapsed on top of him,
panting into Justin's neck. Justin's hands glided over Brian's sweat-slicked
shoulders and into his damp hair, and Brian sniffed, then sighed.
"Now I have to shower again before we go out."
Justin laughed and Brian shoved up and away from him. "You could just go
reeking of sex."
Brian shot an arched-brow look at him as he got slowly to his feet. "Come
shower with me."
Justin stretched his arms over his head and watched Brian rub his stomach as he
disappeared into the bathroom, smiling smugly to himself before getting up to
join Brian in the shower.
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