So I got a ride to Pittsburgh with the friend of a guy at work, and stopped by the loft to drop off my stuff, shower, change, and take care of a few things.

OMG I know what those things are! :D

He looked up and I was happy to see him look absolutely shocked for about ten seconds. That was probably some kind of record for me. Glad to know I hadn’t lost my touch.

Bwah! Oh Justin.

I didn’t really feel like having this conversation. I walked up to him, straddled his legs, gripped his head in my hands, and kissed him so hard it was entirely possible I had done permanent damage to my tongue.

Well we can't have that. Also, gulp *fans self*

He slipped his hands under my ass, and started to trace the crack of my ass. He slipped a finger in and touched my hole, and brushed against the lube I’d put there when I was at the loft.

Oh man, you had me at pre-lubed ass.

I was trying to adjust to him being inside me after so long, and took a long breath, and then he was leaning over me again, curving around me, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down onto his cock. I could barely keep my legs around him, and then he shifted his angle just a little, and I felt his cock slide across my prostate. I think I yelped.

He did it again.

And then again and again, and I suddenly thought, payback really is a bitch. Because he didn’t let up or stop or slow down, not once, until I was grabbing his hair and biting his neck and moaning, “Fuck, Brian fuck fuck fuck” and shooting big bursts of come all over his suit and my jacket and probably the ceiling.

I felt his teeth close hard on my neck just as the jackhammer of his hips into me stopped, and I knew he was coming as hard as I had. I held him, breathing hard, feeling him jerk and shudder, listening to him saying my name, over and over. “Justin, Justin, Justin.”

fagfshgmsmjeyhedtdvb HOTNESS OMG.

I lay there, sore and full of cock and smeared with come, and felt happier than I had since that weird phone call. Since before that, to be honest.

*happy sigh*

I shrugged. “I missed your dick, which was supposed to be inside my ass IN New York this weekend. You got weird, after promising you wouldn’t. So I came.”

He looked at me. “This is punishment, then?”

“No. It’s a reminder.”

“That if I get weird again, you’ll show up with no underwear and an ass full of lube and let me fuck you on the desk?”

I smiled, jumped off the desk, and set down my water bottle.

“No. It's a reminder that even though we didn’t need rings and vows to know we love each other, there are times when we do need a hard, wet fuck.” And then I kissed him..

I fucking love and adore and worship you so much. Thank you for writing this! It's perfect. Just. Like. You.