He also isn’t what you’d call the silent type, so when he suddenly started with the not talking, I was kind of pleased. Five years of more or less incessant chatter had worn me out. So it took me longer than it should have to remember that in addition to never shutting up, Justin is the most calculating person I’ve ever known, and that I was without question being set up for something.
But by then it was too fucking late. He was showing up out of the blue at my loft, he was leaving little art show flyers behind after a weekend of nothing but fucking and sleeping and taking showers, he was curled up warm and horny in the bed at the house, and he came sneaking in the kitchen door two days before Christmas, with a big smile on his face hiding his completely black and devious heart. All tied up with a big bow of sex and not talking about stuff, just what I’d always wanted. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Santa.
*applauds*
The kind of thing I later reminded myself isn’t a good idea, going along with things Justin has in mind without thinking. He says or does things, I try not to think about what they mean, and the next thing I know, I’m standing there with my arms or my bed or my loft full of blond and no clear idea how he got there. Or what to do about it. Or how to prevent it from happening in the future.
Bwahaha! You summed up their entire relationship from the start :D
I had my clothes off now too, and I pushed the duvet down and got onto the bed. Brian lay down behind me, wrapping his arms around me and twining his legs into mine. I bent a little at the waist and pushed my butt into his groin. He laughed and started slithering down, taking the blanket with him, running his tongue down my back. I rolled onto my stomach. I’m nothing if not cooperative when Brian wants to lick my ass.
Mmm. Hee! I don't even know how to describe that sex scene. Probably the most emotional one I've ever read. It reminded me of 513 sex, also v emotional. Sniff. Beautiful.
I did know they were good. I was happy when Kalli liked them. I was happier when Armand liked them and wanted them for the group show. But for some reason having Brian like them did something weird to my stomach that no one else could do. He must have seen that on my face because he came over to me and just stood looking at the paintings, his arm over my shoulders.
*happy sigh* And I guess it was a little important to make contacts in NY, but I loved Justin's self-belief in his ability anyway.
I had no idea why he was even asking me for my opinion, but he was. And I felt the strangest feeling in my stomach when I saw the look on his face when I gave it to him. And for the first time I wondered how I was going to leave him here and go back, because I suddenly wanted to be the one to make him feel that way about every painting he ever did.
But we went out and got into the back of the car, and I took him shopping and bought him things he didn’t really want, and took him back to the hotel and fucked him in the shower, and tried not to think about leaving him here at all.
Sniff :(
OMFG. The club scene. I, just, um, dead. No words really. From Brian unable to keep his hands off Justin (when could he ever?) to omg, possibly the hottest public sex scene I've ever read. Whew. Hotness.
I got my laptop and looked online for a recipe that had no fat, carbohydrates, or calories, and finally gave up and decided just to make something good and then lie to Brian about the nutritional composition of dinner.
I love your Justin. There's not enough good fic that capitalises on devious Justin!
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But by then it was too fucking late. He was showing up out of the blue at my loft, he was leaving little art show flyers behind after a weekend of nothing but fucking and sleeping and taking showers, he was curled up warm and horny in the bed at the house, and he came sneaking in the kitchen door two days before Christmas, with a big smile on his face hiding his completely black and devious heart. All tied up with a big bow of sex and not talking about stuff, just what I’d always wanted. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Santa.
*applauds*
The kind of thing I later reminded myself isn’t a good idea, going along with things Justin has in mind without thinking. He says or does things, I try not to think about what they mean, and the next thing I know, I’m standing there with my arms or my bed or my loft full of blond and no clear idea how he got there. Or what to do about it. Or how to prevent it from happening in the future.
Bwahaha! You summed up their entire relationship from the start :D
I had my clothes off now too, and I pushed the duvet down and got onto the bed. Brian lay down behind me, wrapping his arms around me and twining his legs into mine. I bent a little at the waist and pushed my butt into his groin. He laughed and started slithering down, taking the blanket with him, running his tongue down my back. I rolled onto my stomach. I’m nothing if not cooperative when Brian wants to lick my ass.
Mmm. Hee! I don't even know how to describe that sex scene. Probably the most emotional one I've ever read. It reminded me of 513 sex, also v emotional. Sniff. Beautiful.
I did know they were good. I was happy when Kalli liked them. I was happier when Armand liked them and wanted them for the group show. But for some reason having Brian like them did something weird to my stomach that no one else could do. He must have seen that on my face because he came over to me and just stood looking at the paintings, his arm over my shoulders.
*happy sigh* And I guess it was a little important to make contacts in NY, but I loved Justin's self-belief in his ability anyway.
I had no idea why he was even asking me for my opinion, but he was. And I felt the strangest feeling in my stomach when I saw the look on his face when I gave it to him. And for the first time I wondered how I was going to leave him here and go back, because I suddenly wanted to be the one to make him feel that way about every painting he ever did.
But we went out and got into the back of the car, and I took him shopping and bought him things he didn’t really want, and took him back to the hotel and fucked him in the shower, and tried not to think about leaving him here at all.
Sniff :(
OMFG. The club scene. I, just, um, dead. No words really. From Brian unable to keep his hands off Justin (when could he ever?) to omg, possibly the hottest public sex scene I've ever read. Whew. Hotness.
I got my laptop and looked online for a recipe that had no fat, carbohydrates, or calories, and finally gave up and decided just to make something good and then lie to Brian about the nutritional composition of dinner.
I love your Justin. There's not enough good fic that capitalises on devious Justin!