So.” I waited, but he didn’t say anything more. He was just looking at me. It made me nervous so I knelt down and put my arm across his chest and my head on his shoulder. He sighed a little and brought his arms up and wrapped them around me.
“You want to live here?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t turn my head. I didn’t want him to see my face.
“With me?”
Idiot. “Yeah.”
“No Flag Day, I say I love you even when there’s no bombs, you blow me whenever I want, you paint no matter what, and I don’t get to decide how you live your life without at least some minor input from you.”
“No Flag Day, you say you love me without a bomb, I blow you whenever I want, I paint no matter what, and I get major input and veto power about how I live my life. And we don’t fuck anyone but each other in this house.”
“Outside the house?”
“It all depends.”
“On what?”
“How bad you want to fuck my ass without a condom.”
“You know, Justin, you are a seriously, deeply devious person.”
“You’re only just figuring this out now?”
“Actually, no. I should have figured it out about two days after I met you, but it seems to have taken me until you started that whole email thing to grasp the actual scope of your deviousness.”
“You’ve always been a little slow.”
“I’m sweet.”
“Yeah, you are. You liked the email thing?”
“It was genius.”
“And the not talking about stuff thing, did you like that?”
“At first I did, but then I started to worry that your vocal chords had been cut or something. Justin not talking. Scary. It’s like if you stopped eating, or sucking dick.” He was kind of hugging me, and he kissed my hair when he said it.
“Yeah, I always like to be doing something with my mouth.” I lifted up my head and demonstrated with a big kiss.
“OK, that’s good, but don’t totally stop talking. You know, once a year or so is fine.”
“Like how often you let me fuck you? We’ll have a conversation then too?”
“That sounds like a little too much stress for me in one day.”
I smacked him. “STRESS? The greatest sexual experience of your life and you call it STRESS?”
Brian was laughing under me and I started to kiss him again. “OK, tell me now.”
“Tell you what?”
“The thing you don’t need a bomb to tell me.”
He groaned.
“Say it now. I’m not kidding.” But I was laughing so he probably didn’t believe me.
He mumbled something.
“OK, that’s so totally not going to count. Say it so I can hear it.”
He got a frustrated look on his face and shoved his hand through his hair, leaving it standing up all weird. It made me hard just to look at it, so I kissed him again. And I breathed right against his mouth, “Say it.”
“You say it.”
“I love you. See what a tough guy I am?”
“I love you.” He looked like he was going to choke.
“Jesus Christ, Brian, does that cause you actual physical pain or just severe psychological distress?” He heaved up off the sofa and dumped me on the floor, then stuck his hand out. I took it.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“We have to go upstairs.”
“How come?”
“Because you’ve caused me severe psychological distress and actual physical pain, which makes me need to fuck you, and I don’t want the kids to see that.”
“So every time you say you love me, we have to fuck?”
I am in love with this fic :X.
“You want to live here?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t turn my head. I didn’t want him to see my face.
“With me?”
Idiot. “Yeah.”
“No Flag Day, I say I love you even when there’s no bombs, you blow me whenever I want, you paint no matter what, and I don’t get to decide how you live your life without at least some minor input from you.”
“No Flag Day, you say you love me without a bomb, I blow you whenever I want, I paint no matter what, and I get major input and veto power about how I live my life. And we don’t fuck anyone but each other in this house.”
“Outside the house?”
“It all depends.”
“On what?”
“How bad you want to fuck my ass without a condom.”
“You know, Justin, you are a seriously, deeply devious person.”
“You’re only just figuring this out now?”
“Actually, no. I should have figured it out about two days after I met you, but it seems to have taken me until you started that whole email thing to grasp the actual scope of your deviousness.”
“You’ve always been a little slow.”
“I’m sweet.”
“Yeah, you are. You liked the email thing?”
“It was genius.”
“And the not talking about stuff thing, did you like that?”
“At first I did, but then I started to worry that your vocal chords had been cut or something. Justin not talking. Scary. It’s like if you stopped eating, or sucking dick.” He was kind of hugging me, and he kissed my hair when he said it.
“Yeah, I always like to be doing something with my mouth.” I lifted up my head and demonstrated with a big kiss.
“OK, that’s good, but don’t totally stop talking. You know, once a year or so is fine.”
“Like how often you let me fuck you? We’ll have a conversation then too?”
“That sounds like a little too much stress for me in one day.”
I smacked him. “STRESS? The greatest sexual experience of your life and you call it STRESS?”
Brian was laughing under me and I started to kiss him again. “OK, tell me now.”
“Tell you what?”
“The thing you don’t need a bomb to tell me.”
He groaned.
“Say it now. I’m not kidding.” But I was laughing so he probably didn’t believe me.
He mumbled something.
“OK, that’s so totally not going to count. Say it so I can hear it.”
He got a frustrated look on his face and shoved his hand through his hair, leaving it standing up all weird. It made me hard just to look at it, so I kissed him again. And I breathed right against his mouth, “Say it.”
“You say it.”
“I love you. See what a tough guy I am?”
“I love you.” He looked like he was going to choke.
“Jesus Christ, Brian, does that cause you actual physical pain or just severe psychological distress?” He heaved up off the sofa and dumped me on the floor, then stuck his hand out. I took it.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“We have to go upstairs.”
“How come?”
“Because you’ve caused me severe psychological distress and actual physical pain, which makes me need to fuck you, and I don’t want the kids to see that.”
“So every time you say you love me, we have to fuck?”
“Yeah.”
That sounded like a plan.