QAF Fic: Surrender Part 1/4
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switch842So, this fic took quite a long time to write (for me, anyway). And, although I've written a few short "ficlets" before, I consider this my first full length Queer as Folk fic. I don't know how many remember, but awhile back, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keewick requested a Brian/Justin fic via paddies with the following bunny:
"I really, really, really want to read a B/J fic where Brian is this porn star and 17 year old Justin gets pulled into the industry after having been booted out of his house by his dad and the porn producers decide they want the real thing...the virgin's cherry popped onscreen and um, Justin's the virgin and Brian's the cherry-popper and they have all this chemistry and Justin is nervous but totally turned on 'cause it's BRIAN KINNEY, HELLO! And then, of course, the two of them *together* are a big hit with their audience and they have all these 'firsts' of Justin's to tape and then there's the first threesome, orgy, etc. and Brian goes all possessive and protective, but in a not entirely ooc way, y'know?"
So, this is my take on it. It's part 1 of a series. But there's no cliffhangers or anything. Um, I really hope you like it. I would really really really love feedback so I know if I'm doing this right. :-) HUGE Thanks tolunachickk for the beta. So, without further ado (cos there's been too much already), I give you....
SURRENDER
“Kinney!” Tony yelled across the studio.
“What?” Brian yelled around his turkey sandwich.
“We need to reshoot scene 14.”
“What the fuck for? I was brilliant!”
“Yes, you were,” Tony agreed. “But, Sean’s ass was in the way and we couldn’t see you being brilliant.”
“Jesus fuck. And you’re just now noticing this? Isn’t there anyone behind that camera when it’s rolling?”
“Apparently, he was too distracted by Sean’s ass to notice it was blocking your face. Don’t worry, he’s been fired. But we need to reshoot today so we can move on with rest of the shoot.”
“All right. Can I at least finish my sandwich first?”
“Five minutes,” Tony said.
“You’re so generous.”
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“All right folks. Scene 21 - ‘The Deflowering of JT.’ The big moment is here,” Tony announced ten minutes later. “Can we clear the set, please? And have a big hand for JT here. It’s a big moment for him – first onscreen fuck. Well, first fuck period.”
Justin blushed as the crew broke out into applause and wolf whistles. It was hard to believe he was finally here. About to have sex for the first time (finally). And with Brian Kinney of all people! It was such a dream come true. If only the events that led him here had been as positive. He still remembered it like it was yesterday…..
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FOUR MONTHS AGO
He was sitting at the dining room table, listening to his father rip him a new one. He had been caught giving Chris Hobbs a hand job in the locker room after gym class. Under the St. James’ Zero Tolerance Policy, this was considered sexual harassment and he was immediately expelled. To say his father was pissed would be an understatement. His scholarship to Dartmouth was out the window. He could maybe get into the local community college for the fall semester. But it was so late in the year, even that wasn’t a sure thing. The thing that his father seemed to be the most pissed about though, was the fact that he was caught with a guy.
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” his father yelled. His mother was sitting off to the side, trying to keep her husband as calm as possible. “So, what? You’re some kind of fucking fairy now?”
By this point, Justin was starting to get pissed back. His father had no right to talk to him like that. He was almost 18; he was graduating from high school soon. He deserved some respect.
“Craig!” his mother shouted.
“Stay out of this, Jennifer! It’s none of your business.”
“Yes, it is! He’s my son!”
“I will not have my son walking around like some kind of sissy! And what the hell are these?” he asked disgustedly, throwing some videos on the table.
Justin looked over and saw “Brian Kinney: Suds and Studs” staring him in the face.
“You went through my room?” he yelled back. “You had no right to do that!”
“This is my house and as long as you live under my roof I will do what is necessary to keep this family in line.”
“Oh, is that supposed to be some kind clever way of saying you want to keep me straight? Well, guess what? I’m gay. I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick. I wanna suck dick. I like sucking dick, and I'm good at it too.”
Before he knew what was happening, his father’s hand had shot out and slapped him.
“Craig!” his mother yelled rushing forward.
“Stay out of this, Jennifer! You listen to me you little faggot! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my house. This is completely irresponsible of you. Two months away from graduation you have to go and experiment and get yourself thrown out of school? Were you even thinking anything at all? Get out of my house. And don’t come back until you’ve straightened yourself out!” he demanded, storming out of the room.
“Craig! You can’t do this!” my mother called rushing after him.
He had left that night and never looked back.
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“You nervous?” Brian asked, bringing Justin back to the present.
“Fucking terrified,” he admitted with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” Brian said with a smile. “I’ll take good care of you.” He planted a quick kiss on Justin’s lips to try and get him to relax a bit.
The rest of the crew that wasn’t needed for this filed off the set. Usually, it was full of people bustling around. But, out of consideration for Justin, the director had closed the set at the request of Brian. Justin looked up at Brian with admiration, amazed at how he had come to know this man and call him a friend. At least, he thought they were friends. He wasn’t entirely sure where Brian stood on that subject, but he liked to think they had become pals over the last few months. Brian had taken the time to teach him about the industry, show him the “ins and outs” so to speak. He had even let him crash on his couch for awhile. Brian was such a great guy; Justin couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.
Brian and Justin made their way over to the set. It was made up to look like an expensive New York loft. It was Brian’s pad in all his movies. It was very sparsely decorated with high end Italian leather furniture and sharp chrome fixtures. A large king size bed sat on a raised platform at the far end of the set. But the piece de resistance, at least in Justin’s opinion, was the large oil painting of an elderly naked man in the “dining room”. Some thought it ugly, but Justin thought it was beautiful. Something about the colors and the texture of the man’s slightly wrinkled skin spoke to the artist in him. It was amazing.
If Justin was honest with himself, he wasn’t all that disappointed about not going to Dartmouth any more. He never really wanted to go there. He was just doing it to make his dad happy. He really loved to paint. He had actually been accepted at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts, but his dad had squashed that idea immediately. No way was his son doing something as “girly” as being an artist. Even if it was a bigger accomplishment than getting into Dartmouth. Over 2000 students applied to PIFA. Only 75 were accepted. He was pretty much guaranteed entrance to Dartmouth because his father and grandfather had gone there.
Justin shook his head, trying to bring his mind back to the present. That was enough reminiscing about the past. He was done with that. He looked over at Brian talking with Tony and felt a huge smile break out on his face.
Brian turned and saw Justin staring at him, that silly Sunshine grin on his face. He couldn’t help but grin back. He marveled at how this stupid little twat had managed to endear himself to him.
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THREE MONTHS AGO
Brian walked into the studio and saw some blonde twink over at the craft services table. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes, if a little young. If he’d seen the kid at Babylon he’d probably have dragged him to the backroom for a quick fuck. He looked like he had a nice, tight ass.
“Hey, Tony,” Brian called. “Who’s the new kid?”
“Justin,” Tony replied. “He came in the other day with one of those fliers we posted up about needing workers. Said he needed a job. I offered him Brad’s old fluffer position. You shoulda sent he look on his face,” he laughed. “Anyway, he wouldn’t take it. The kid’s still a virgin!”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding!”
“Serious as a heart attack.”
“Well, then, why the hell would he want to work for us?”
“Apparently, he’s a big fan of yours,” Tony teased. “He walked in and I couldn’t just turn him away. I’d seen him wandering around Liberty Avenue a few nights, hiding in alleys and stuff. He looked pretty grungy when he came in, like he’d been living on the street for some time. I asked what he could do, if he couldn’t do what I offered. He said he’s always had an eye for art. So, I figured I would let him help Scott with props and set dec for awhile. See how he works out.”
“How old is he? He looks twelve.”
“Seventeen. He’s fine to be working here, boss. You know I’d never do anything to endanger the company.”
“Well, I guess I should go introduce myself then,” Brian said with a smirk.
“Try not to scare him off, Kinney!” Tony called after him.
Brian walked up behind the blonde, bent over and breathed a “Hi” in his ear.
The kid jumped about five feet in the air before spinning around and seeing who had scared the living daylights out of him.
“M…Mr. Kinney!” he stammered.
“That’s me,” Brian said. “But everyone here calls me Brian.”
The kid just nodded and grinned shakily at him.
“Now this would be the part where you tell me your name.”
“Uh, Justin. Taylor. Justin Taylor,” he squeaked out.
“Nice to meet you, Justin Taylor.”
Brian held out his hand and watched in amusement as Justin stared at it for a second before extending his own in return. A huge sunshine grin broke out on his face when he looked back up at Brian.
“Welcome to Kinnetik Productions!”
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He finished up his talk with Tony and made his way over. He wanted to make sure Justin was ready for what was about to happen.
“You doing OK?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Justin replied.
“You know we can reschedule if you’re not ready.”
“I know. I’m ready. I want to do this.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Brian whispered before pulling Justin into a quick embrace.
“Brian,” Justin said softly. “I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me, too,” Brian smiled. “Let’s go.”
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ONE MONTH AGO
In the months following Justin’s introduction to Kinnetik, he and Brian managed to form a kind of unlikely friendship. Brian found that Justin was one of the few people on the set that he could have a conversation with that involved words of more than two syllables. They managed to talk about everything from movies to politics to books. Brian slowly took Justin under his wing and taught him a few things about the business – how things worked, who did what, how to keep things safe. Kinnetik was one of the companies that made “classy” porn, if you could call it that. They weren’t just rutting films. There were actually scripts with dialogue and plots and storylines, thinly veiled as they may be. But, as President and CEO of Kinnetik, Brian would settle for nothing less. Because of this, Kinnetik was the largest and most respected company on the East Coast. Their movies usually took most of the awards at the annual ceremonies.
One night, Brian eventually convinced Justin to join him for a night at Babylon. This would give Justin his first exposure to the real gay culture. Plus, some of Brian’s friends would be there and he thought it would be good if they kid made some acquaintances that were outside the industry.
As Brian expected, Emmett took a particular shine to the blonde. Brian returned from the bar with drinks amused to learn that Emmett had offered his services as tour guide of Liberty Avenue. Justin seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, even if he was a little overwhelmed by all the male hotness. Michael seemed to be wary of Justin. But that wasn’t really odd considering his attitude towards any of the guys Brian had brought around. Michael had never really gotten over the high school crush he had on Brian.
One thing still bothered Brian. No matter what he said or did, Justin still refused to get involved in anything sexual. Not even a hand job. It was really starting to get to him. Brian was beginning to think the blonde was immune to his charms. And anyone else’s. If Justin was going to be any part of Brian’s world, he was going to have to loosen up. A lot. And Brian was just the guy for the job.
“Justin,” Brian asked him that night after they arrived back at Brian’s place. “You’re still a virgin, right?”
“Um, yes,” Justin replied blushing a deep crimson.
“Why?”
“Why am I still a virgin?”
“No, why is the sky blue? Of course, why are you still a virgin?”
“I guess I just never met the right guy,” Justin explained. “Plus, going to a Catholic high school didn’t really help.”
“Would you let me fuck you?” Brian asked, coming up behind him and whispering in his ear.
“Wh…what?” Justin stammered, turning around in Brian’s arms. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, I’ve been talking to some of the producers and they think it could be an interesting story line. It’s something we’ve never done before.”
“Wait a minute. You want to fuck me on camera?”
“Yeah. We actually thought about doing a whole series of ‘firsts’ if you’re interested.”
“I don’t know about that,” Justin said, turning even redder if it was possible.
“Come on,” Brian coaxed, stepping back into Justin’s space. “You know it’d be hot. Think about it. You and me. Light and Dark. We’d look great together on film.”
Justin looked up and met Brian’s hazel eyes with his own blue ones. He had come to know Brian well over these last three months. While most of the time he acted like a pompous ass, he knew underneath it all, Brian was a fiercely loyal friend who would never do anything to hurt anyone. He had seen the way Brian was with his friends. Always helping when needed, making sure people were taken care of. His best friend, Michael, was proof enough of that. They had been friends for over 14 years.
And if Justin was really honest with himself, he’d been thinking about this for awhile now. He’d always fantasized about Brian since the moment he first saw him on film. And then getting to work with him every day, it was starting to drive him crazy. Seeing him naked every day was almost getting to be too much. He had to jerk off every night when he went home. If Justin was going to do this, he wanted to do it with someone he trusted. He trusted Brian.
Justin gently pressed his lips to Brian’s and whispered “Yes.”
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“OK, Justin,” Tony directed. “You’re standing over here, by the island. Brian, you’re going to walk around, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and pouring it over yourself. Justin, this is all new and exciting. But you’re scared and nervous at the same time. I’m sure it’s a lot like you’re actually feeling right now, so just go with it. Ready?”
Brian looked over at Justin one last time who nodded confidently.
“We’re ready,” he replied.
“Then let’s get this party started. Scene 21, take 1 and….ACTION!”
Brian walked over to the fridge, removing his black t-shirt as he went.
“This is a ... really nice place,” Justin stammered. He watched as the water from the bottle cascaded down Brian’s bare chest. “I like your ... kitchen.” He knew what was coming from the script. But it was one thing to read it and one thing to have it happening in front of you.
“Do you like Special K?” Brian asked as he continued to disrobe.
Justin stared at Brian as the water disappeared down the front of Brian’s jeans, leaving wet spots in its wake. He was becoming worried that he might not be able to remember his lines when Brian was completely naked.
“It's okay. I like Cheerios better.”
“I don't mean the kind you eat with bananas,” he said reaching into his jeans pocket. “My disco-pharmacologist cooks this up for me.”
Justin eyed the packet of drugs suspiciously, like he wasn’t sure what Brian was asking. “I'm really allergic to a lot of drugs. The doctor gave me penicillin once--nearly killed me. And ... Tylenol.”
“Tylenol? No one's allergic to Tylenol. Tylenol's what they give you when you're allergic to everything else,” Brian teased as he unbuttoned his jeans in one swift movement.
“Oh. Well, uh ... codeine. Codeine's the worst.” He couldn’t look away from the sight of Brian standing there in nothing but a jockstrap. “Like, I get diarrhea and start vomiting uncontrollably at the same time.”
“Well, we'll make sure and keep that one on the top shelf. Out of reach.” He bent over, sliding off his remaining article of clothing. “So, are you coming or going? Or coming and then going? Or coming and staying?”
He stood nude before Justin, waiting to see how things would go. This was the crucial moment. If Justin could get through this, everything would be fine. Brian watched as Justin’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously. Finally, he reached and slowly removed his jacket before stepping into Brian’s waiting arms. Time seemed to slow for the two of them, the cameras and crew were forgotten as their lips finally met for their first real kiss. Brian’s hand reached down and unzipped Justin’s pants as his tongue plunged into the warm, waiting mouth. Justin’s arms came up and wrapped around Brian’s neck to tangle in the hair at his nape before pushing his tongue back against Brian’s. A loud moan escaped his throat as Brian’s hand wrapped around his cock. Their kissing became more frantic as their arousal grew. Justin had never been so turned on his life.
“And cut!”
They were suddenly brought back to reality when they heard Tony’s call. They pulled away reluctantly, panting for breath. They kept a hold of each other as they looked into each other’s faces. Justin seemed so in awe of what was happening. This was incredible. He never thought it would be like this. As for Brian, all his years in the business and it was never this good. And the kid was an amateur. Fuck, this was going to be a long shoot.
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“So, moving on,” Tony said 20 minutes later. “Scene 22 – the bedroom. Now, this is the crucial moment. But, Justin, I don’t want you to worry. Brian here is the best and he’ll take good care of you. I’ll get the cameras rolling and you guys just go when you’re ready.”
Brian joined Justin as he sat on the end of the bed in his robe.
“Hey,” Brian said. “You all right?”
“Yeah,” Justin said, looking up at him. “Just…it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it will. But that’s a part of it. And after that initial pain is gone, trust me, it’s amazing.”
Justin nodded, still looking like he could lose it at any moment.
“Look at me, Justin,” Brian said. He turned Justin’s head toward him until their eyes were locked. “This is just us, okay? No cameras, no one else. You and me, at home in my loft. There’s no dialogue here, so just go with it. Just you and me.”
Brian reached down and slowly undid his own robe and tossing it aside before reaching over and pulling Justin’s off, too. It was the first time he had seen Justin naked and he had to admit that the kid had quite the little body. It wasn’t very muscular at all. He was all lithe and trim. His pale, creamy skin would look amazing lying on the dark blue silk sheets. He leaned in and kissed him gently, easing him down onto his back and up the bed so they were lying next to each other. Their kisses became more frantic as they felt their arousal grow. Brian’s hands roamed the small body beside him as Justin’s own hands became bolder and began stroking Brian in return. Brian gently pushed Justin over until he was lying on his back. They both groaned at the feeling of their bodies pressed firmly together for the first time. Their hips rocked against each other, cocks sliding easily, slick with pre-come.
Brian tore his mouth away from Justin’s, needing to taste more of his skin. He nibbled along his jaw line and over to his ear before gently sucking the lobe into his mouth. He heard Justin gasp at the sensation. He moved down to Justin’s neck, kissing and licking as he went. He felt Justin squirming restlessly beneath him and heard his breathing getting faster. He felt Justin’s fingers digging into his shoulders and he bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Justin arched underneath him and with a loud cry, came all over Brian and himself.
“Oh, god,” he moaned. “Brian? Holy shit!”
“Liked that, didja?” Brian asked.
“Oh, hell yes!”
“Well, it only gets better. Roll over.”
“What?” Justin asked, confused.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then, roll over.”
Justin slowly rolled over so he was lying on his stomach, keeping his eyes on Brian as long as he could. He grasped the pillow to his chest and buried his face in it as he felt Brian run his hand down his back, pausing to gently knead his buttocks. He sighed happily as he felt Brian’s lips begin to follow the same trail as his hands. He moaned as he felt Brian’s tongue lap at the sweat that had gathered in the small of his back. His head shot up off the pillow as he felt Brian’s tongue heading lower and lower. He almost yelled out loud as that tongue passed over his quivering hole.
“Now you know what rimming is,” Brian said before plunging his tongue back down and running it over Justin’s hole several more times. When Brian felt he was sufficiently ready, he helped Justin turn back over and kissed him gently. “You ready?” he asked, breathing against Justin’s mouth.
“Yes,” Justin whispered back.
Brian reached over and grabbed a condom from the bowl on his bedside table. He ripped it open and handed it to Justin.
“Put it on me,” he said.
Justin looked at him nervously before taking it and unrolling it down Brian’s cock. Brian reached for the lube that he had placed nearby and squirted some up Justin’s waiting hole.
“Ah! It's cold,” Justin said with a small laugh.
“It'll heat up.”
“Just ... go slow, okay?”
Brian placed Justin’s legs higher on his shoulders as he lined up, waiting to take that initial push. He paused on the brink, staring into Justin’s trusting, bright blue eyes. He wanted Justin to enjoy this. No, he needed Justin to enjoy this.
“I want you to always remember this,” he said as he slowly breached the tight ring of muscle, Justin crying out at the initial pain of intrusion. “So that no matter who you're ever with ... I'll always be there.”
He watched Justin’s face carefully as the lines of pain slowly started melting away. He began thrusting slowly, watching Justin’s face change from a grimace of pain to that look of pleasure that eventually takes over as all those wonderful nerve endings are stimulated. He watched as Justin’s tongue poked out to lick his lips and he had to bend over and taste them again for himself.
Justin was bent almost in half, his knees up by his ears. But he was loving this. He never imagined it would be like this. He felt so full, so completely full he didn’t know how he wasn’t exploding from the feeling. He ran his hands over Brian’s back and up into his hair as their tongues dueled for control. Suddenly, he felt Brian rub over something inside him and lights exploded behind his eyes. His head fell back onto the pillow and Brian took the opportunity to nibble and kiss his neck some more. He could feel Justin’s pulse racing under his tongue and knew Justin was close. Justin tasted so amazing; even his sweat was sweet. His lips made their way back up to Justin’s ear where he ran his tongue along the shell.
“Come for me, Justin,” he whispered.
Two more thrusts straight against Justin’s gland and he arched up, shooting his come between their two bodies. Brian groaned at the feeling of the muscles twitching around him. He ground his hips into Justin and filled the condom with his come. He collapsed on top of Justin who let out a contented sigh of happiness. Brian lifted himself up slightly so he could see Justin’s face and what he was feeling. He saw his lips parted in a smile of pure satisfaction and those deep blue eyes shining back at him with such trust and admiration and…love. That was new. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Lust, yeah, sure, hundreds of times. But this, this was something more. He had to lean down and kiss those full cherry lips one last time.
“So, how was that, Sunshine?” Brian asked.
“Amazing. Can we do it again?”
“Soon. I promise.” They kissed one last time to seal the vow. Brian had never wanted anyone more than once. It was the nature of his business – one fuck and on to the next. But Justin…Justin was something different. He was so responsive to everything. He wanted more, couldn’t get enough of the twink.
A movement out of the corner of his eye brought him back to reality. He had gotten so caught up in what they were doing he had completely forgotten the cameras were there. He looked over his shoulder and saw Tony standing by the one camera that had been rolling with a big smile on his face. He felt this sudden and overwhelming need to protect Justin from their probing eyes. He grabbed the sheet from the bottom of the bed and pulled it over Justin.
“Brian? What are you…?” Justin started to ask. Then he followed Brian’s eyes to the edge of the set and promptly blushed a deep red. “Oh, shit,” he said burying his head in Brian’s neck.
“You, okay?” Brian asked caressing Justin’s back possessively.
“Yeah. Just suddenly embarrassed, for some reason. I kinda forgot they were there.”
“Are we good, Tony?” Brian asked.
“Yes. You guys were…amazing,” he said. “This is gonna be a hot seller. I can’t wait to get the rest on film.” He went back to the camera, gathering the film and went off to the editing room, leaving the two alone on set.
“Yeah,” he said turning Justin’s face towards his. “It will.” He placed a kiss to Justin’s lips but immediately needed more. He pushed his tongue into Justin’s waiting mouth, sinking into the warm wetness that awaited him. Justin moaned as his mouth was ravaged by Brian’s tongue.
“Please, Brian,” Justin whispered.
“Later,” he replied. “We should go.”
Brian grabbed their robes from the floor, tying Justin’s around him.
“You were amazing,” he whispered.
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. So hot,” Brian said, caressing his face. “So responsive.” He trailed a finger over Justin’s lower lip, smiling when the little pink tongue poked out to take a swipe at it. “So eager, too,” he laughed.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” Justin breathed. “It was so much better than I ever imagined. I can still feel you inside me. Please, Brian. Tonight.” He crushed his mouth to Brian’s, needing to feel some part of the man inside him.
Brian knew at that moment he would never be able to refuse him anything. He would take Justin home and fuck him all night. He felt himself growing harder at the thought of having this blonde in his bed. His real bed. It had actually been quite a long time since he’d had someone at home. He had sex for a living, so he usually got plenty at work. If there was ever a day he didn’t, he usually ended up at Babylon, taking advantage of the backroom. But Justin - Justin he wanted in his own bed.
“I’m gonna take you home,” he whispered. “And fuck you into the mattress. You’ll be feeling me for a week.”
Justin groaned at his words and grabbed desperately for Brian. Pulling at his robe and reaching for the skin inside. He straddled the thigh Brian had pushed between his legs and humped against him, seeking another release for his hardening cock. Brian’s hands came down to cup his ass, helping Justin to ride his leg. A few quick thrusts and Justin spilled over their silk robes. He collapsed against Brian, panting through the aftershocks.
“Come on,” Brian said. “Let’s go clean up and get out of here. We have a long night ahead of us.”
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Brian made it back to his town home in record time. It hadn’t helped that Justin had had his hand on Brian’s thigh the whole ride home, stroking gently, never quite reaching the point Brian wanted his hand at.
As soon as they were in the front door, he shoved Justin up against it, attacking his mouth. They moaned into each other, hand ripping away whatever clothing they could reach. Soon, they stumbled naked down the hallway, lips glued together, towards Brian’s bedroom. Getting impatient with their progress, Brian picked Justin up and wrapped his legs around his waist and carried him the rest of the way. He fell onto the bed, Justin above him, his hands needing the ample bottom under his hands. Justin moaned into Brian’s mouth and began writhing on top of him.
“Brian,” he gasped, breaking away suddenly. “Brian, I want you to teach me everything.”
“Everything?” Brian asked nibbling on Justin’s ear.
“Yes, please. I want to be the best I can be. You are the best, so who better to learn from?” he said between kisses.
“All right, Sunshine,” Brian answered. “Where would you like to start?”
Justin pushed himself up slightly so he could look down into Brian’s face. He brushed a stray hair off his forehead and bent down to kiss him lightly.
“I want…I want to know how to suck you,” he whispered.
Brian’s dick twitched at the thought of having those lush cherry lips wrapped around it. He closed his eyes and groaned, sliding his fingers through Justin’s hair. He brought the boy down for a kiss before releasing him to slide up the bed and placed Justin between his legs.
“Rule number one,” he instructed. “Always keep your teeth covered. The skin is very sensitive down there as I’m sure you’ve noticed. One wrong move and the night’s over before it started.”
“OK. No teeth. What else?”
“Well, pretty much anything goes, really. If it feels good to you, it’ll probably feel good to whoever you’re with. Don’t forget about your hands, though. Use them to massage and play with the guys balls for extra stimulation. You know what the perineum is, right? That little spot plays a very large part in the pleasure reception.” Brian wiggled his eyebrows in a seductive manner, earning a little chuckle from Justin. He had been wanting to lighten the mood. It was starting to get a little serious. “You ready?”
Justin nodded eagerly and bent down to take his first swipe at Brian’s dick. The tang of the precome exploded on his tongue and he moaned before leaning down for another taste. He spent a few long moments simply lapping at the head of Brian’s dick, trying to capture as much taste as he could. Eventually, he moved on and took a tentative lick on one of Brian’s balls. The moan Brian let out let him know he was on the right track. He laid himself down more fully on the bed so he could reach them better. Using his hands to tease Brian’s inner thighs, he licked and sucked on Brian’s sac, gently pulling each one into his mouth for a bath before releasing it and blowing cool air on it, making Brian gasp from the sensation. Justin bent his head farther and gently poked Brian’s perineum with his tongue. Brian thrust his hips into the air, trying to seek contact with something. Justin surprised himself, proud that he was able to get Brian Kinney worked up into such a state.
After a few more licks, Justin moved back up to Brian’s dick and licked a stripe up the large vein on the underside before finally taking the head into his mouth. Brian looked down at the blonde head bobbing over him and let out a loud groan at the site. Justin’s lips were red and swollen with spit and precome. Brian gently placed his hands in Justin’s hair, ready to guide him if he needed assistance. With the gusto the kid was exuding, Brian would have thought he had been doing this for years; he was a natural. His tongue was moving all around the shaft, swirling around as he pulled up, pressing under the crown as he moved back down. Brian felt the familiar tingle begin in his belly and knew this would be over before too long. He tightened his hand in Justin’s hair trying to warn him. He felt him suck harder as he pulled back slightly and that was it. Brian’s hips arched up off the bed as he shot into Justin’s mouth. Surprisingly, he felt Justin swallow everything. It usually took some practice before that happened.
When Brian was done, Justin pulled away and looked up at Brian expectantly. He saw Brian leaning heavily against the pillows, one arm thrown over his eyes, breathing heavily. He smiled, happy that he seemed to have done pretty well for his first time. Brian eventually opened his eyes and saw Justin looking at him like the cat that had got the cream. He pulled him up and kissed him deeply, still tasting himself on the blonde’s tongue.
“Did I do OK?” Justin asked.
“You did amazing,” Brian answered.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. You were a natural,” Brian shifted so he could lie down properly. His foot hit a wet patch on the bed and he looked at Justin questioningly. He ducked his head in embarrassment, seemingly ashamed that he had been so turned on by Brian’s reactions that he had come himself.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“What for?”
“For…you know,” he answered, gesturing to the wet spot.
“Never be sorry,” Brian told him. “That just means you enjoyed it, right?”
“Oh, god, Brian. It was amazing. I never thought I would enjoy that so much. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Neither can I. Now come on, we need to get some sleep.”
He reached to pull the blankets up over them and expected Justin to roll over and go to sleep. Once again, he was surprised when Justin curled up next to him, wrapping his small frame around Brian. Usually, Brian did not cuddle. That was for dykes and heteroes. But something felt right about having Justin there. He just wrapped his arms around him, trying not to think about it too much and turned out the light.
“Good night, Brian,” Justin said softly.
“Night, Sunshine,” Brian answered, kissing his head softly. He was asleep in moments.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
So, that's it. What'd ya think?
keewick requested a Brian/Justin fic via paddies with the following bunny:"I really, really, really want to read a B/J fic where Brian is this porn star and 17 year old Justin gets pulled into the industry after having been booted out of his house by his dad and the porn producers decide they want the real thing...the virgin's cherry popped onscreen and um, Justin's the virgin and Brian's the cherry-popper and they have all this chemistry and Justin is nervous but totally turned on 'cause it's BRIAN KINNEY, HELLO! And then, of course, the two of them *together* are a big hit with their audience and they have all these 'firsts' of Justin's to tape and then there's the first threesome, orgy, etc. and Brian goes all possessive and protective, but in a not entirely ooc way, y'know?"
So, this is my take on it. It's part 1 of a series. But there's no cliffhangers or anything. Um, I really hope you like it. I would really really really love feedback so I know if I'm doing this right. :-) HUGE Thanks to
lunachickk for the beta. So, without further ado (cos there's been too much already), I give you....SURRENDER
“Kinney!” Tony yelled across the studio.
“What?” Brian yelled around his turkey sandwich.
“We need to reshoot scene 14.”
“What the fuck for? I was brilliant!”
“Yes, you were,” Tony agreed. “But, Sean’s ass was in the way and we couldn’t see you being brilliant.”
“Jesus fuck. And you’re just now noticing this? Isn’t there anyone behind that camera when it’s rolling?”
“Apparently, he was too distracted by Sean’s ass to notice it was blocking your face. Don’t worry, he’s been fired. But we need to reshoot today so we can move on with rest of the shoot.”
“All right. Can I at least finish my sandwich first?”
“Five minutes,” Tony said.
“You’re so generous.”
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“All right folks. Scene 21 - ‘The Deflowering of JT.’ The big moment is here,” Tony announced ten minutes later. “Can we clear the set, please? And have a big hand for JT here. It’s a big moment for him – first onscreen fuck. Well, first fuck period.”
Justin blushed as the crew broke out into applause and wolf whistles. It was hard to believe he was finally here. About to have sex for the first time (finally). And with Brian Kinney of all people! It was such a dream come true. If only the events that led him here had been as positive. He still remembered it like it was yesterday…..
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FOUR MONTHS AGO
He was sitting at the dining room table, listening to his father rip him a new one. He had been caught giving Chris Hobbs a hand job in the locker room after gym class. Under the St. James’ Zero Tolerance Policy, this was considered sexual harassment and he was immediately expelled. To say his father was pissed would be an understatement. His scholarship to Dartmouth was out the window. He could maybe get into the local community college for the fall semester. But it was so late in the year, even that wasn’t a sure thing. The thing that his father seemed to be the most pissed about though, was the fact that he was caught with a guy.
“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” his father yelled. His mother was sitting off to the side, trying to keep her husband as calm as possible. “So, what? You’re some kind of fucking fairy now?”
By this point, Justin was starting to get pissed back. His father had no right to talk to him like that. He was almost 18; he was graduating from high school soon. He deserved some respect.
“Craig!” his mother shouted.
“Stay out of this, Jennifer! It’s none of your business.”
“Yes, it is! He’s my son!”
“I will not have my son walking around like some kind of sissy! And what the hell are these?” he asked disgustedly, throwing some videos on the table.
Justin looked over and saw “Brian Kinney: Suds and Studs” staring him in the face.
“You went through my room?” he yelled back. “You had no right to do that!”
“This is my house and as long as you live under my roof I will do what is necessary to keep this family in line.”
“Oh, is that supposed to be some kind clever way of saying you want to keep me straight? Well, guess what? I’m gay. I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick. I wanna suck dick. I like sucking dick, and I'm good at it too.”
Before he knew what was happening, his father’s hand had shot out and slapped him.
“Craig!” his mother yelled rushing forward.
“Stay out of this, Jennifer! You listen to me you little faggot! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my house. This is completely irresponsible of you. Two months away from graduation you have to go and experiment and get yourself thrown out of school? Were you even thinking anything at all? Get out of my house. And don’t come back until you’ve straightened yourself out!” he demanded, storming out of the room.
“Craig! You can’t do this!” my mother called rushing after him.
He had left that night and never looked back.
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“You nervous?” Brian asked, bringing Justin back to the present.
“Fucking terrified,” he admitted with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” Brian said with a smile. “I’ll take good care of you.” He planted a quick kiss on Justin’s lips to try and get him to relax a bit.
The rest of the crew that wasn’t needed for this filed off the set. Usually, it was full of people bustling around. But, out of consideration for Justin, the director had closed the set at the request of Brian. Justin looked up at Brian with admiration, amazed at how he had come to know this man and call him a friend. At least, he thought they were friends. He wasn’t entirely sure where Brian stood on that subject, but he liked to think they had become pals over the last few months. Brian had taken the time to teach him about the industry, show him the “ins and outs” so to speak. He had even let him crash on his couch for awhile. Brian was such a great guy; Justin couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.
Brian and Justin made their way over to the set. It was made up to look like an expensive New York loft. It was Brian’s pad in all his movies. It was very sparsely decorated with high end Italian leather furniture and sharp chrome fixtures. A large king size bed sat on a raised platform at the far end of the set. But the piece de resistance, at least in Justin’s opinion, was the large oil painting of an elderly naked man in the “dining room”. Some thought it ugly, but Justin thought it was beautiful. Something about the colors and the texture of the man’s slightly wrinkled skin spoke to the artist in him. It was amazing.
If Justin was honest with himself, he wasn’t all that disappointed about not going to Dartmouth any more. He never really wanted to go there. He was just doing it to make his dad happy. He really loved to paint. He had actually been accepted at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts, but his dad had squashed that idea immediately. No way was his son doing something as “girly” as being an artist. Even if it was a bigger accomplishment than getting into Dartmouth. Over 2000 students applied to PIFA. Only 75 were accepted. He was pretty much guaranteed entrance to Dartmouth because his father and grandfather had gone there.
Justin shook his head, trying to bring his mind back to the present. That was enough reminiscing about the past. He was done with that. He looked over at Brian talking with Tony and felt a huge smile break out on his face.
Brian turned and saw Justin staring at him, that silly Sunshine grin on his face. He couldn’t help but grin back. He marveled at how this stupid little twat had managed to endear himself to him.
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THREE MONTHS AGO
Brian walked into the studio and saw some blonde twink over at the craft services table. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes, if a little young. If he’d seen the kid at Babylon he’d probably have dragged him to the backroom for a quick fuck. He looked like he had a nice, tight ass.
“Hey, Tony,” Brian called. “Who’s the new kid?”
“Justin,” Tony replied. “He came in the other day with one of those fliers we posted up about needing workers. Said he needed a job. I offered him Brad’s old fluffer position. You shoulda sent he look on his face,” he laughed. “Anyway, he wouldn’t take it. The kid’s still a virgin!”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding!”
“Serious as a heart attack.”
“Well, then, why the hell would he want to work for us?”
“Apparently, he’s a big fan of yours,” Tony teased. “He walked in and I couldn’t just turn him away. I’d seen him wandering around Liberty Avenue a few nights, hiding in alleys and stuff. He looked pretty grungy when he came in, like he’d been living on the street for some time. I asked what he could do, if he couldn’t do what I offered. He said he’s always had an eye for art. So, I figured I would let him help Scott with props and set dec for awhile. See how he works out.”
“How old is he? He looks twelve.”
“Seventeen. He’s fine to be working here, boss. You know I’d never do anything to endanger the company.”
“Well, I guess I should go introduce myself then,” Brian said with a smirk.
“Try not to scare him off, Kinney!” Tony called after him.
Brian walked up behind the blonde, bent over and breathed a “Hi” in his ear.
The kid jumped about five feet in the air before spinning around and seeing who had scared the living daylights out of him.
“M…Mr. Kinney!” he stammered.
“That’s me,” Brian said. “But everyone here calls me Brian.”
The kid just nodded and grinned shakily at him.
“Now this would be the part where you tell me your name.”
“Uh, Justin. Taylor. Justin Taylor,” he squeaked out.
“Nice to meet you, Justin Taylor.”
Brian held out his hand and watched in amusement as Justin stared at it for a second before extending his own in return. A huge sunshine grin broke out on his face when he looked back up at Brian.
“Welcome to Kinnetik Productions!”
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He finished up his talk with Tony and made his way over. He wanted to make sure Justin was ready for what was about to happen.
“You doing OK?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Justin replied.
“You know we can reschedule if you’re not ready.”
“I know. I’m ready. I want to do this.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Brian whispered before pulling Justin into a quick embrace.
“Brian,” Justin said softly. “I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me, too,” Brian smiled. “Let’s go.”
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ONE MONTH AGO
In the months following Justin’s introduction to Kinnetik, he and Brian managed to form a kind of unlikely friendship. Brian found that Justin was one of the few people on the set that he could have a conversation with that involved words of more than two syllables. They managed to talk about everything from movies to politics to books. Brian slowly took Justin under his wing and taught him a few things about the business – how things worked, who did what, how to keep things safe. Kinnetik was one of the companies that made “classy” porn, if you could call it that. They weren’t just rutting films. There were actually scripts with dialogue and plots and storylines, thinly veiled as they may be. But, as President and CEO of Kinnetik, Brian would settle for nothing less. Because of this, Kinnetik was the largest and most respected company on the East Coast. Their movies usually took most of the awards at the annual ceremonies.
One night, Brian eventually convinced Justin to join him for a night at Babylon. This would give Justin his first exposure to the real gay culture. Plus, some of Brian’s friends would be there and he thought it would be good if they kid made some acquaintances that were outside the industry.
As Brian expected, Emmett took a particular shine to the blonde. Brian returned from the bar with drinks amused to learn that Emmett had offered his services as tour guide of Liberty Avenue. Justin seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, even if he was a little overwhelmed by all the male hotness. Michael seemed to be wary of Justin. But that wasn’t really odd considering his attitude towards any of the guys Brian had brought around. Michael had never really gotten over the high school crush he had on Brian.
One thing still bothered Brian. No matter what he said or did, Justin still refused to get involved in anything sexual. Not even a hand job. It was really starting to get to him. Brian was beginning to think the blonde was immune to his charms. And anyone else’s. If Justin was going to be any part of Brian’s world, he was going to have to loosen up. A lot. And Brian was just the guy for the job.
“Justin,” Brian asked him that night after they arrived back at Brian’s place. “You’re still a virgin, right?”
“Um, yes,” Justin replied blushing a deep crimson.
“Why?”
“Why am I still a virgin?”
“No, why is the sky blue? Of course, why are you still a virgin?”
“I guess I just never met the right guy,” Justin explained. “Plus, going to a Catholic high school didn’t really help.”
“Would you let me fuck you?” Brian asked, coming up behind him and whispering in his ear.
“Wh…what?” Justin stammered, turning around in Brian’s arms. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, I’ve been talking to some of the producers and they think it could be an interesting story line. It’s something we’ve never done before.”
“Wait a minute. You want to fuck me on camera?”
“Yeah. We actually thought about doing a whole series of ‘firsts’ if you’re interested.”
“I don’t know about that,” Justin said, turning even redder if it was possible.
“Come on,” Brian coaxed, stepping back into Justin’s space. “You know it’d be hot. Think about it. You and me. Light and Dark. We’d look great together on film.”
Justin looked up and met Brian’s hazel eyes with his own blue ones. He had come to know Brian well over these last three months. While most of the time he acted like a pompous ass, he knew underneath it all, Brian was a fiercely loyal friend who would never do anything to hurt anyone. He had seen the way Brian was with his friends. Always helping when needed, making sure people were taken care of. His best friend, Michael, was proof enough of that. They had been friends for over 14 years.
And if Justin was really honest with himself, he’d been thinking about this for awhile now. He’d always fantasized about Brian since the moment he first saw him on film. And then getting to work with him every day, it was starting to drive him crazy. Seeing him naked every day was almost getting to be too much. He had to jerk off every night when he went home. If Justin was going to do this, he wanted to do it with someone he trusted. He trusted Brian.
Justin gently pressed his lips to Brian’s and whispered “Yes.”
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“OK, Justin,” Tony directed. “You’re standing over here, by the island. Brian, you’re going to walk around, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and pouring it over yourself. Justin, this is all new and exciting. But you’re scared and nervous at the same time. I’m sure it’s a lot like you’re actually feeling right now, so just go with it. Ready?”
Brian looked over at Justin one last time who nodded confidently.
“We’re ready,” he replied.
“Then let’s get this party started. Scene 21, take 1 and….ACTION!”
Brian walked over to the fridge, removing his black t-shirt as he went.
“This is a ... really nice place,” Justin stammered. He watched as the water from the bottle cascaded down Brian’s bare chest. “I like your ... kitchen.” He knew what was coming from the script. But it was one thing to read it and one thing to have it happening in front of you.
“Do you like Special K?” Brian asked as he continued to disrobe.
Justin stared at Brian as the water disappeared down the front of Brian’s jeans, leaving wet spots in its wake. He was becoming worried that he might not be able to remember his lines when Brian was completely naked.
“It's okay. I like Cheerios better.”
“I don't mean the kind you eat with bananas,” he said reaching into his jeans pocket. “My disco-pharmacologist cooks this up for me.”
Justin eyed the packet of drugs suspiciously, like he wasn’t sure what Brian was asking. “I'm really allergic to a lot of drugs. The doctor gave me penicillin once--nearly killed me. And ... Tylenol.”
“Tylenol? No one's allergic to Tylenol. Tylenol's what they give you when you're allergic to everything else,” Brian teased as he unbuttoned his jeans in one swift movement.
“Oh. Well, uh ... codeine. Codeine's the worst.” He couldn’t look away from the sight of Brian standing there in nothing but a jockstrap. “Like, I get diarrhea and start vomiting uncontrollably at the same time.”
“Well, we'll make sure and keep that one on the top shelf. Out of reach.” He bent over, sliding off his remaining article of clothing. “So, are you coming or going? Or coming and then going? Or coming and staying?”
He stood nude before Justin, waiting to see how things would go. This was the crucial moment. If Justin could get through this, everything would be fine. Brian watched as Justin’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously. Finally, he reached and slowly removed his jacket before stepping into Brian’s waiting arms. Time seemed to slow for the two of them, the cameras and crew were forgotten as their lips finally met for their first real kiss. Brian’s hand reached down and unzipped Justin’s pants as his tongue plunged into the warm, waiting mouth. Justin’s arms came up and wrapped around Brian’s neck to tangle in the hair at his nape before pushing his tongue back against Brian’s. A loud moan escaped his throat as Brian’s hand wrapped around his cock. Their kissing became more frantic as their arousal grew. Justin had never been so turned on his life.
“And cut!”
They were suddenly brought back to reality when they heard Tony’s call. They pulled away reluctantly, panting for breath. They kept a hold of each other as they looked into each other’s faces. Justin seemed so in awe of what was happening. This was incredible. He never thought it would be like this. As for Brian, all his years in the business and it was never this good. And the kid was an amateur. Fuck, this was going to be a long shoot.
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“So, moving on,” Tony said 20 minutes later. “Scene 22 – the bedroom. Now, this is the crucial moment. But, Justin, I don’t want you to worry. Brian here is the best and he’ll take good care of you. I’ll get the cameras rolling and you guys just go when you’re ready.”
Brian joined Justin as he sat on the end of the bed in his robe.
“Hey,” Brian said. “You all right?”
“Yeah,” Justin said, looking up at him. “Just…it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it will. But that’s a part of it. And after that initial pain is gone, trust me, it’s amazing.”
Justin nodded, still looking like he could lose it at any moment.
“Look at me, Justin,” Brian said. He turned Justin’s head toward him until their eyes were locked. “This is just us, okay? No cameras, no one else. You and me, at home in my loft. There’s no dialogue here, so just go with it. Just you and me.”
Brian reached down and slowly undid his own robe and tossing it aside before reaching over and pulling Justin’s off, too. It was the first time he had seen Justin naked and he had to admit that the kid had quite the little body. It wasn’t very muscular at all. He was all lithe and trim. His pale, creamy skin would look amazing lying on the dark blue silk sheets. He leaned in and kissed him gently, easing him down onto his back and up the bed so they were lying next to each other. Their kisses became more frantic as they felt their arousal grow. Brian’s hands roamed the small body beside him as Justin’s own hands became bolder and began stroking Brian in return. Brian gently pushed Justin over until he was lying on his back. They both groaned at the feeling of their bodies pressed firmly together for the first time. Their hips rocked against each other, cocks sliding easily, slick with pre-come.
Brian tore his mouth away from Justin’s, needing to taste more of his skin. He nibbled along his jaw line and over to his ear before gently sucking the lobe into his mouth. He heard Justin gasp at the sensation. He moved down to Justin’s neck, kissing and licking as he went. He felt Justin squirming restlessly beneath him and heard his breathing getting faster. He felt Justin’s fingers digging into his shoulders and he bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Justin arched underneath him and with a loud cry, came all over Brian and himself.
“Oh, god,” he moaned. “Brian? Holy shit!”
“Liked that, didja?” Brian asked.
“Oh, hell yes!”
“Well, it only gets better. Roll over.”
“What?” Justin asked, confused.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then, roll over.”
Justin slowly rolled over so he was lying on his stomach, keeping his eyes on Brian as long as he could. He grasped the pillow to his chest and buried his face in it as he felt Brian run his hand down his back, pausing to gently knead his buttocks. He sighed happily as he felt Brian’s lips begin to follow the same trail as his hands. He moaned as he felt Brian’s tongue lap at the sweat that had gathered in the small of his back. His head shot up off the pillow as he felt Brian’s tongue heading lower and lower. He almost yelled out loud as that tongue passed over his quivering hole.
“Now you know what rimming is,” Brian said before plunging his tongue back down and running it over Justin’s hole several more times. When Brian felt he was sufficiently ready, he helped Justin turn back over and kissed him gently. “You ready?” he asked, breathing against Justin’s mouth.
“Yes,” Justin whispered back.
Brian reached over and grabbed a condom from the bowl on his bedside table. He ripped it open and handed it to Justin.
“Put it on me,” he said.
Justin looked at him nervously before taking it and unrolling it down Brian’s cock. Brian reached for the lube that he had placed nearby and squirted some up Justin’s waiting hole.
“Ah! It's cold,” Justin said with a small laugh.
“It'll heat up.”
“Just ... go slow, okay?”
Brian placed Justin’s legs higher on his shoulders as he lined up, waiting to take that initial push. He paused on the brink, staring into Justin’s trusting, bright blue eyes. He wanted Justin to enjoy this. No, he needed Justin to enjoy this.
“I want you to always remember this,” he said as he slowly breached the tight ring of muscle, Justin crying out at the initial pain of intrusion. “So that no matter who you're ever with ... I'll always be there.”
He watched Justin’s face carefully as the lines of pain slowly started melting away. He began thrusting slowly, watching Justin’s face change from a grimace of pain to that look of pleasure that eventually takes over as all those wonderful nerve endings are stimulated. He watched as Justin’s tongue poked out to lick his lips and he had to bend over and taste them again for himself.
Justin was bent almost in half, his knees up by his ears. But he was loving this. He never imagined it would be like this. He felt so full, so completely full he didn’t know how he wasn’t exploding from the feeling. He ran his hands over Brian’s back and up into his hair as their tongues dueled for control. Suddenly, he felt Brian rub over something inside him and lights exploded behind his eyes. His head fell back onto the pillow and Brian took the opportunity to nibble and kiss his neck some more. He could feel Justin’s pulse racing under his tongue and knew Justin was close. Justin tasted so amazing; even his sweat was sweet. His lips made their way back up to Justin’s ear where he ran his tongue along the shell.
“Come for me, Justin,” he whispered.
Two more thrusts straight against Justin’s gland and he arched up, shooting his come between their two bodies. Brian groaned at the feeling of the muscles twitching around him. He ground his hips into Justin and filled the condom with his come. He collapsed on top of Justin who let out a contented sigh of happiness. Brian lifted himself up slightly so he could see Justin’s face and what he was feeling. He saw his lips parted in a smile of pure satisfaction and those deep blue eyes shining back at him with such trust and admiration and…love. That was new. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Lust, yeah, sure, hundreds of times. But this, this was something more. He had to lean down and kiss those full cherry lips one last time.
“So, how was that, Sunshine?” Brian asked.
“Amazing. Can we do it again?”
“Soon. I promise.” They kissed one last time to seal the vow. Brian had never wanted anyone more than once. It was the nature of his business – one fuck and on to the next. But Justin…Justin was something different. He was so responsive to everything. He wanted more, couldn’t get enough of the twink.
A movement out of the corner of his eye brought him back to reality. He had gotten so caught up in what they were doing he had completely forgotten the cameras were there. He looked over his shoulder and saw Tony standing by the one camera that had been rolling with a big smile on his face. He felt this sudden and overwhelming need to protect Justin from their probing eyes. He grabbed the sheet from the bottom of the bed and pulled it over Justin.
“Brian? What are you…?” Justin started to ask. Then he followed Brian’s eyes to the edge of the set and promptly blushed a deep red. “Oh, shit,” he said burying his head in Brian’s neck.
“You, okay?” Brian asked caressing Justin’s back possessively.
“Yeah. Just suddenly embarrassed, for some reason. I kinda forgot they were there.”
“Are we good, Tony?” Brian asked.
“Yes. You guys were…amazing,” he said. “This is gonna be a hot seller. I can’t wait to get the rest on film.” He went back to the camera, gathering the film and went off to the editing room, leaving the two alone on set.
“Yeah,” he said turning Justin’s face towards his. “It will.” He placed a kiss to Justin’s lips but immediately needed more. He pushed his tongue into Justin’s waiting mouth, sinking into the warm wetness that awaited him. Justin moaned as his mouth was ravaged by Brian’s tongue.
“Please, Brian,” Justin whispered.
“Later,” he replied. “We should go.”
Brian grabbed their robes from the floor, tying Justin’s around him.
“You were amazing,” he whispered.
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. So hot,” Brian said, caressing his face. “So responsive.” He trailed a finger over Justin’s lower lip, smiling when the little pink tongue poked out to take a swipe at it. “So eager, too,” he laughed.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” Justin breathed. “It was so much better than I ever imagined. I can still feel you inside me. Please, Brian. Tonight.” He crushed his mouth to Brian’s, needing to feel some part of the man inside him.
Brian knew at that moment he would never be able to refuse him anything. He would take Justin home and fuck him all night. He felt himself growing harder at the thought of having this blonde in his bed. His real bed. It had actually been quite a long time since he’d had someone at home. He had sex for a living, so he usually got plenty at work. If there was ever a day he didn’t, he usually ended up at Babylon, taking advantage of the backroom. But Justin - Justin he wanted in his own bed.
“I’m gonna take you home,” he whispered. “And fuck you into the mattress. You’ll be feeling me for a week.”
Justin groaned at his words and grabbed desperately for Brian. Pulling at his robe and reaching for the skin inside. He straddled the thigh Brian had pushed between his legs and humped against him, seeking another release for his hardening cock. Brian’s hands came down to cup his ass, helping Justin to ride his leg. A few quick thrusts and Justin spilled over their silk robes. He collapsed against Brian, panting through the aftershocks.
“Come on,” Brian said. “Let’s go clean up and get out of here. We have a long night ahead of us.”
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Brian made it back to his town home in record time. It hadn’t helped that Justin had had his hand on Brian’s thigh the whole ride home, stroking gently, never quite reaching the point Brian wanted his hand at.
As soon as they were in the front door, he shoved Justin up against it, attacking his mouth. They moaned into each other, hand ripping away whatever clothing they could reach. Soon, they stumbled naked down the hallway, lips glued together, towards Brian’s bedroom. Getting impatient with their progress, Brian picked Justin up and wrapped his legs around his waist and carried him the rest of the way. He fell onto the bed, Justin above him, his hands needing the ample bottom under his hands. Justin moaned into Brian’s mouth and began writhing on top of him.
“Brian,” he gasped, breaking away suddenly. “Brian, I want you to teach me everything.”
“Everything?” Brian asked nibbling on Justin’s ear.
“Yes, please. I want to be the best I can be. You are the best, so who better to learn from?” he said between kisses.
“All right, Sunshine,” Brian answered. “Where would you like to start?”
Justin pushed himself up slightly so he could look down into Brian’s face. He brushed a stray hair off his forehead and bent down to kiss him lightly.
“I want…I want to know how to suck you,” he whispered.
Brian’s dick twitched at the thought of having those lush cherry lips wrapped around it. He closed his eyes and groaned, sliding his fingers through Justin’s hair. He brought the boy down for a kiss before releasing him to slide up the bed and placed Justin between his legs.
“Rule number one,” he instructed. “Always keep your teeth covered. The skin is very sensitive down there as I’m sure you’ve noticed. One wrong move and the night’s over before it started.”
“OK. No teeth. What else?”
“Well, pretty much anything goes, really. If it feels good to you, it’ll probably feel good to whoever you’re with. Don’t forget about your hands, though. Use them to massage and play with the guys balls for extra stimulation. You know what the perineum is, right? That little spot plays a very large part in the pleasure reception.” Brian wiggled his eyebrows in a seductive manner, earning a little chuckle from Justin. He had been wanting to lighten the mood. It was starting to get a little serious. “You ready?”
Justin nodded eagerly and bent down to take his first swipe at Brian’s dick. The tang of the precome exploded on his tongue and he moaned before leaning down for another taste. He spent a few long moments simply lapping at the head of Brian’s dick, trying to capture as much taste as he could. Eventually, he moved on and took a tentative lick on one of Brian’s balls. The moan Brian let out let him know he was on the right track. He laid himself down more fully on the bed so he could reach them better. Using his hands to tease Brian’s inner thighs, he licked and sucked on Brian’s sac, gently pulling each one into his mouth for a bath before releasing it and blowing cool air on it, making Brian gasp from the sensation. Justin bent his head farther and gently poked Brian’s perineum with his tongue. Brian thrust his hips into the air, trying to seek contact with something. Justin surprised himself, proud that he was able to get Brian Kinney worked up into such a state.
After a few more licks, Justin moved back up to Brian’s dick and licked a stripe up the large vein on the underside before finally taking the head into his mouth. Brian looked down at the blonde head bobbing over him and let out a loud groan at the site. Justin’s lips were red and swollen with spit and precome. Brian gently placed his hands in Justin’s hair, ready to guide him if he needed assistance. With the gusto the kid was exuding, Brian would have thought he had been doing this for years; he was a natural. His tongue was moving all around the shaft, swirling around as he pulled up, pressing under the crown as he moved back down. Brian felt the familiar tingle begin in his belly and knew this would be over before too long. He tightened his hand in Justin’s hair trying to warn him. He felt him suck harder as he pulled back slightly and that was it. Brian’s hips arched up off the bed as he shot into Justin’s mouth. Surprisingly, he felt Justin swallow everything. It usually took some practice before that happened.
When Brian was done, Justin pulled away and looked up at Brian expectantly. He saw Brian leaning heavily against the pillows, one arm thrown over his eyes, breathing heavily. He smiled, happy that he seemed to have done pretty well for his first time. Brian eventually opened his eyes and saw Justin looking at him like the cat that had got the cream. He pulled him up and kissed him deeply, still tasting himself on the blonde’s tongue.
“Did I do OK?” Justin asked.
“You did amazing,” Brian answered.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. You were a natural,” Brian shifted so he could lie down properly. His foot hit a wet patch on the bed and he looked at Justin questioningly. He ducked his head in embarrassment, seemingly ashamed that he had been so turned on by Brian’s reactions that he had come himself.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“What for?”
“For…you know,” he answered, gesturing to the wet spot.
“Never be sorry,” Brian told him. “That just means you enjoyed it, right?”
“Oh, god, Brian. It was amazing. I never thought I would enjoy that so much. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Neither can I. Now come on, we need to get some sleep.”
He reached to pull the blankets up over them and expected Justin to roll over and go to sleep. Once again, he was surprised when Justin curled up next to him, wrapping his small frame around Brian. Usually, Brian did not cuddle. That was for dykes and heteroes. But something felt right about having Justin there. He just wrapped his arms around him, trying not to think about it too much and turned out the light.
“Good night, Brian,” Justin said softly.
“Night, Sunshine,” Brian answered, kissing his head softly. He was asleep in moments.
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
So, that's it. What'd ya think?
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Date: 2005-12-02 09:49 am (UTC)As for now, I can't wait to read more. :D
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Date: 2005-12-04 02:46 pm (UTC)