I pulled out my fingers and put my cock at his opening, and waited, feeling how hot he was there. He pushed against me and I leaned down and kissed his back, tasting his skin and sweat. I let the head of my cock slide in, stretching him, then held absolutely still, waiting for him. He rose up and pushed back, driving himself down on me, surprising me. I felt him clamping on my cock with his ass muscles, pushing down until I was buried in him as deeply as I could go, my arms around his waist, my hands resting on his thighs, holding them open.

He gripped my forearms with his hands, and pushed himself up and back down, and let his head fall back on my shoulder. He worked my cock with his muscles, and I felt my orgasm start to burn at the base of my spine and spin out towards my balls and cock. I tried to hold it back, but he lifted himself up and rammed back down on me again.

the imagery there is just beautiful. Seriously, them moving together, Brian responding to Justin’s touch, it’s quite brilliant really, kinda like you.

My cell phone rang after Justin left the room. It was Michael, calling to go through the same boring recitation of all his worst fears, interspersed with my dispassionate logical treatises on why none of it would happen, followed with him accusing me of being the most pessimistic person who ever lived, and who was I to tell him things would work out in the end?

Brian sooo hates getting called on his bullshit, but it’s true. Brian’s platitudes have a tendency to fall flat, even when they’re factually based because it’s just hard to imagine that he believes them.

I nodded. “I’m just the sidekick. We get to sleep late.”

this line deserves to be quoted. That is all.

I sat at the desk and opened the box, and looked at the rings. I wondered what Brian was doing with them. There were times I didn’t know what the fuck was going on in his mind.

it’s okay Justin, sometimes he’s just going insane. Um, maybe it’s not actually okay. I really wanted to weep for Justin here. He’s usually at least clued in to what Brian’s doing. He just seems a little lost.

Sometimes Brian just needed to fuck, and honestly, sometimes, so did I. I knew he was freaking out, I knew he’d rather swallow ground glass than talk about it, and I was tired of being okay with that.

I kissed him and let him tip my head back, his hands gripping my hair and his mouth moving against mine.

I heard his glass drop to the floor behind me, but I didn’t turn to see if it broke.

I’m at a loss. I don’t know how to talk about this scene… I mean, I think I know, but I don’t know, you know? seriously, Justin's’ frustrated, that I get, and then the kiss and that’s Brian’s action because words aren’t working and if the glass broke, I know, it seems a stupid point but it isn’t. is it passion that keeps Justin from checking or fear? It’s one of those things I could turn into the world’s biggest metaphor. So I’ll just shut up now.

I shook my head, and walked back over and stared out the window. I half wanted him to come back and try to make me come to bed with him, and half thought if he did, I’d put my fist through the glass.

Hey, Justin, remember when you were upset because you didn’t know what was going through Brian’s head? good news? Neither does he. Bad news? Neither does he.

:::pets Justin::: :::pets Brian:::