I knew exactly when he let his mind go blank and just let me suck him off, all his awareness on what my mouth was doing to him. My right hand was lying across his abdomen, and he reached for it and held it, clenching his fingers around mine.
He came so deep in my throat there was almost no taste of it my mouth. I crawled up to him and kissed him. His eyes were closed, and when I pulled my lips away from his, he opened them, and gave me a sleepy smile. I kissed him again, on the jaw, and watched his eyes close. After a while he was breathing quietly, and I started to slide off the bed. He caught at me with his hand, and when I looked at him, his eyes were open again.
“Come back.”
I lay down, with my head on his chest, and he started to slide his hand down my arm, but I reached up and curved it around his neck. “It’s okay, Brian. Go to sleep.” I felt his chest rise and fall under my cheek, and a few minutes later he was really asleep. I pulled the duvet lightly over him and went downstairs.
AWWWWWWW...he can't sleep without his Justin either.
Justin put me in a coma with a blowjob.
SNICKER...ahhh, that Justin talented in so many ways.
“It’s chicken cacciatore, Debbie’s recipe, according to her, handed down through countless generations of the Grassi family, according to Michael, courtesy of Redbook magazine circa 1982.”
Michael snorted. “Yeah, you pick who to believe.”
bwahahhahahaha...REDBOOK. rofl
I sat down, shoved some drawings out of the way and set my plate on the coffee table. “How come when Ted and I work in here, we manage to keep everything on the table? It wasn’t even this much of a fucking mess when Gus was here.”
I caught them glancing at each other, and then Justin started gathering up his sketches from the sofa and table while Michael picked up the rest.
Foreshadowing and nostalgia...nicely done!
Then I heard him sigh. I thought he was going to say he wished I wasn’t going, but he just settled against me, and after a while, I fell back to sleep.
Ohhhh, that makes me really sad. Justin not comfortable to need Brian and before that Brian hesitating to ask Justin to go on his trip with him. :(
That's good angst. ;)
He didn’t say anything, but his face relaxed when he saw me, and I felt something inside me relax, then, too. He set his bag down. I walked right up to him, and he put his arms around me, still wearing his coat and scarf. I leaned my forehead against his chest, and he put his cheek on my hair.
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He came so deep in my throat there was almost no taste of it my mouth. I crawled up to him and kissed him. His eyes were closed, and when I pulled my lips away from his, he opened them, and gave me a sleepy smile. I kissed him again, on the jaw, and watched his eyes close. After a while he was breathing quietly, and I started to slide off the bed. He caught at me with his hand, and when I looked at him, his eyes were open again.
“Come back.”
I lay down, with my head on his chest, and he started to slide his hand down my arm, but I reached up and curved it around his neck. “It’s okay, Brian. Go to sleep.” I felt his chest rise and fall under my cheek, and a few minutes later he was really asleep. I pulled the duvet lightly over him and went downstairs.
AWWWWWWW...he can't sleep without his Justin either.
Justin put me in a coma with a blowjob.
SNICKER...ahhh, that Justin talented in so many ways.
“It’s chicken cacciatore, Debbie’s recipe, according to her, handed down through countless generations of the Grassi family, according to Michael, courtesy of Redbook magazine circa 1982.”
Michael snorted. “Yeah, you pick who to believe.”
bwahahhahahaha...REDBOOK. rofl
I sat down, shoved some drawings out of the way and set my plate on the coffee table. “How come when Ted and I work in here, we manage to keep everything on the table? It wasn’t even this much of a fucking mess when Gus was here.”
I caught them glancing at each other, and then Justin started gathering up his sketches from the sofa and table while Michael picked up the rest.
Foreshadowing and nostalgia...nicely done!
Then I heard him sigh. I thought he was going to say he wished I wasn’t going, but he just settled against me, and after a while, I fell back to sleep.
Ohhhh, that makes me really sad. Justin not comfortable to need Brian and before that Brian hesitating to ask Justin to go on his trip with him. :(
That's good angst. ;)
He didn’t say anything, but his face relaxed when he saw me, and I felt something inside me relax, then, too. He set his bag down. I walked right up to him, and he put his arms around me, still wearing his coat and scarf. I leaned my forehead against his chest, and he put his cheek on my hair.
You are the queen of warm fuzzy schmoop.
tbc-