QAF Fic: Drinking Games (Brian/Justin)
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switch842Title: Drinking Games
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1816
Prompt: #67 - Writer's Choice
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: I'm not really sure where this came from. I was just driving to work one morning and had the thought "Brian and Justin should have a drinking contest." So they did. And this is what happened.
“Oh, I can so drink you under the table, Kinney,” Justin challenged.
“You think so?”
“I know so. My young liver hasn’t been polluted with all the drugs and alcohol you’ve consumed over the last fifteen years.”
A hiss went up from the crowd at that last statement.
“John!” Brian called to the bartender. “Line ‘em up.”
The patrons of Woody’s watched as thirty shot glasses (fifteen each) were lined up and filled with tequila.
“Rules?” Justin asked.
“Well, we can do this one of two ways – a race, first one done wins. Or as an exchange. You first, then me and so on until you give up and can’t drink anymore.”
“I think I’ll enjoy the second option more. But, please, after you. Age before beauty and all that.”
“Wait a sec!” Emmett called out. “This would not be a proper pissing contest without the exchange of cash.”
“I’ve got twenty on the twink!” someone from the back yelled out.
There was a flurry of activity for the next five minutes while money exchanged hands and wagers were made, Ted taking charge of it all, of course. Brian and Justin just stood there, looking at each other, little smiles on their faces. After the whole Ethan fiasco, the two had managed to somehow become friends. Justin was glad of that. He still had a great deal of respect for Brian as a gay man and as a man in general. He lived his life, no apologies, no bullshit. If you didn’t like it, tough shit. There were times Justin had wished he could be more like Brian. Like now. All he wanted to do was jump into Brian’s lap and never leave. But he couldn’t do that. He had just gotten the friendship part of their relationship back and he didn’t want to risk losing that.
Brian, too, was glad to have the little twat hanging around again. If truth be told, he had missed Justin. But it was better this way. Justin needed to be with someone his own age that could give him what he wanted and deserved. Brian would never be able to do that. Although, he was kind of glad when he heard that things hadn’t worked out with the fiddler. That Ian guy was just way too creepy and greasy for Justin. But, in time, Justin would find someone and he could have his happily ever after.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Emmett’s voice rang out. “We have all your wagers and it looks like it’s a close call as to who has the popular vote. So, Brian, Justin, are you ready?”
The two men nodded their assent and shook hands to begin the challenge.
“Then, Brian, you may begin.”
Brian took his first shot, followed quickly by Justin. He had barely slammed the glass down before picking up the next. They raced quickly through the first eight before the liquor began to hit their systems. Justin reached for his tenth shot a little slower than he had reached for the first nine.
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” Brian slurred. “Getting too much for you?”
“Not at all,” he grimaced as they each slammed down the eleventh shot.
By this time, the rest of the bar had faded to some far away place and it was just the two of them. Their gazes had locked and neither was going to be the first to look away.
Brian reached for his twelfth glass and slowly raised it to his lips. He winced as the liquid burned its way down his throat. His eyes narrowed as he focused on Justin to keep the room from spinning. Justin’s head was tipped back as he attempted to finish the drink. It took all of Brian’s willpower to not just lean over and lick at his exposed Adam’s apple. Brian shook his head and prepared himself for lucky number thirteen.
Justin slammed his glass down on the bar and braced himself as he waited for Brian to finish. They were both breathing heavily at this point and Justin had to restrain himself as he watched a bead of sweat roll down Brian’s temple. Tequila had always had a bit of an aphrodisiac-like quality to him. And in this setting, with Brian right there, his libido was running on high.
The thirteenth shot went down the hardest of them all so far. Honestly, Brian wasn’t quite sure if he could make it through the two left. He watched as Justin picked up his next drink and stared at it for a moment. Justin was already looking very unsteady on his feet and Brian was getting concerned that he might be in over his head.
Brian laid a gentle hand on Justin’s wrist as he whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
Justin’s skin started burning at the contact from Brian’s hand. He looked up into those hazel eyes he knew so well and was surprised to see genuine concern there. He was sure Brian would just be trying to make him give up so he would lose. A few months ago, he would have defied Brian and taken the shot, plus the remaining two. But now, he knew what Brian meant and that he wasn’t doing it as an ego thing. He genuinely cared what happened to him. He really couldn’t take the shot anyway. He was going to have the mother of all hangovers in the morning as it was and that one would have probably just made him puke, which was never good.
Slowly, he nodded his head and put the drink back down. The crowd was split into cheers and boos by those who had bet. Justin just looked up at Brian and shrugged. Oh, well. It had been fun while it lasted.
“Come on,” Brian said. “Let’s go for a walk, get some fresh air so you don’t puke all over yourself later tonight.”
Justin took Brian’s offered hand and the two walked out of Woody’s together. Justin was so far gone at this point it was hard to think of anything but Brian’s tongue, or cock, in his mouth. He knew if they ended up somewhere alone, they’d fuck. And that was perfectly fine with him. He hadn’t had a decent fucking since they broke up and his ass was practically begging for it.
They walked in silence for awhile and eventually found themselves in front of Brian’s building. They hadn’t walked there on purpose, but just naturally found their way there. Brian just looked back at Justin and without a word, opened the door and led them upstairs. By the time the elevator got to the top floor, Justin could barely contain himself and was all over Brian as soon as the loft door was open. Their tongues met in a harsh battle as their hands began removing whatever clothing stood in their way. They managed to somehow stumble their way towards the couch where they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.
They managed to arrange themselves so that Brian was sitting back in the corner with Justin straddling his lap. Their hips were grinding together as hands caressed every bare inch of skin they could find.
“Missed you,” Justin moaned. “Missed this.”
Brian’s hands wandered over Justin’s ass, kneading and pulling at the muscle. The fingers of his right hand found their way into the cleft and slowly teased over his hole. He felt more than heard the groan that Justin let out. The only spurred him on more and he began to stroke harder, one finger dipping ever so slightly into his body. Justin rocked back, trying to get more of Brian inside. It had been so long. Too long.
“Patience, Sunshine,” Brian teased.
“Brian, please. Fuck me.”
Brian chuckled slightly at the desperation in his voice. He pushed Justin over onto his back before leaning over to find his pants on the floor. He pulled out a condom and the ever present lube, tossing them on the coffee table by Justin’s head. He laid himself out over top of Justin, relishing in the feel of their skin together. He had missed Justin, too. Not that he would ever tell anyone.
He leaned down and began to gently kiss Justin again, working them both into a frenzy. Slowly, keeping his eyes on Justin, he leaned over and grabbed the condom and lube from where he had placed them. As he sat back on his heels, Justin sat up and grabbed the condom from him. He tore it open with his teeth and ever so slowly, rolled it down Brian’s waiting cock. Brian’s head fell back at the feel of Justin’s hands on him. They laid back down on the couch and Brian paused a moment, looking into Justin’s eyes. He needed to make sure Justin knew what he was doing. Justin just smiled up at him before reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. That was all the encouragement Brian needed. He pulled back slightly, lined himself up and sank back in to that wet heat he had missed more than he would ever admit.
They began rocking together, easily falling back into their old rhythm. In no time at all, they were panting and sweating, grasping at skin and pulling with teeth. Moans and grunts were pulled from their throats as their pace increased. In mere moments, Justin was arching up against Brian, his orgasm ripped from deep within. He felt Brian stiffen above him and shoot into the condom. They collapsed back onto the couch, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, Brian pulled out and sat back on the other end of the couch.
He couldn’t believe what they’d just done. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t let Justin back in. Justin had decided he wanted what Brian couldn’t give him and had moved on. So had Brian. Now, they were back where they had left off.
Justin was over on his side of the couch, watching Brian silently freak out. He had long since sobered from his drunken state and knew he would have to treat this situation very carefully if he had any hopes of ever getting Brian back for good. He sat up with a smile and let out a deep breath.
“Well,” he said. “That was a lot of fun, but I have an early class tomorrow, so I should get going.”
He leaned over and kissed Brian gently on the lips. He went around the loft picking up his clothes and getting dressed. When he had finished, he went back over to Brian and gave him another quick peck, but this time felt Brian respond slightly.
“See ya around,” he said.
“Later,” Brian replied.
Justin smirked to himself as he walked down the stairs. Brian would be his again. Of that he was sure.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1816
Prompt: #67 - Writer's Choice
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: I'm not really sure where this came from. I was just driving to work one morning and had the thought "Brian and Justin should have a drinking contest." So they did. And this is what happened.
“Oh, I can so drink you under the table, Kinney,” Justin challenged.
“You think so?”
“I know so. My young liver hasn’t been polluted with all the drugs and alcohol you’ve consumed over the last fifteen years.”
A hiss went up from the crowd at that last statement.
“John!” Brian called to the bartender. “Line ‘em up.”
The patrons of Woody’s watched as thirty shot glasses (fifteen each) were lined up and filled with tequila.
“Rules?” Justin asked.
“Well, we can do this one of two ways – a race, first one done wins. Or as an exchange. You first, then me and so on until you give up and can’t drink anymore.”
“I think I’ll enjoy the second option more. But, please, after you. Age before beauty and all that.”
“Wait a sec!” Emmett called out. “This would not be a proper pissing contest without the exchange of cash.”
“I’ve got twenty on the twink!” someone from the back yelled out.
There was a flurry of activity for the next five minutes while money exchanged hands and wagers were made, Ted taking charge of it all, of course. Brian and Justin just stood there, looking at each other, little smiles on their faces. After the whole Ethan fiasco, the two had managed to somehow become friends. Justin was glad of that. He still had a great deal of respect for Brian as a gay man and as a man in general. He lived his life, no apologies, no bullshit. If you didn’t like it, tough shit. There were times Justin had wished he could be more like Brian. Like now. All he wanted to do was jump into Brian’s lap and never leave. But he couldn’t do that. He had just gotten the friendship part of their relationship back and he didn’t want to risk losing that.
Brian, too, was glad to have the little twat hanging around again. If truth be told, he had missed Justin. But it was better this way. Justin needed to be with someone his own age that could give him what he wanted and deserved. Brian would never be able to do that. Although, he was kind of glad when he heard that things hadn’t worked out with the fiddler. That Ian guy was just way too creepy and greasy for Justin. But, in time, Justin would find someone and he could have his happily ever after.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Emmett’s voice rang out. “We have all your wagers and it looks like it’s a close call as to who has the popular vote. So, Brian, Justin, are you ready?”
The two men nodded their assent and shook hands to begin the challenge.
“Then, Brian, you may begin.”
Brian took his first shot, followed quickly by Justin. He had barely slammed the glass down before picking up the next. They raced quickly through the first eight before the liquor began to hit their systems. Justin reached for his tenth shot a little slower than he had reached for the first nine.
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” Brian slurred. “Getting too much for you?”
“Not at all,” he grimaced as they each slammed down the eleventh shot.
By this time, the rest of the bar had faded to some far away place and it was just the two of them. Their gazes had locked and neither was going to be the first to look away.
Brian reached for his twelfth glass and slowly raised it to his lips. He winced as the liquid burned its way down his throat. His eyes narrowed as he focused on Justin to keep the room from spinning. Justin’s head was tipped back as he attempted to finish the drink. It took all of Brian’s willpower to not just lean over and lick at his exposed Adam’s apple. Brian shook his head and prepared himself for lucky number thirteen.
Justin slammed his glass down on the bar and braced himself as he waited for Brian to finish. They were both breathing heavily at this point and Justin had to restrain himself as he watched a bead of sweat roll down Brian’s temple. Tequila had always had a bit of an aphrodisiac-like quality to him. And in this setting, with Brian right there, his libido was running on high.
The thirteenth shot went down the hardest of them all so far. Honestly, Brian wasn’t quite sure if he could make it through the two left. He watched as Justin picked up his next drink and stared at it for a moment. Justin was already looking very unsteady on his feet and Brian was getting concerned that he might be in over his head.
Brian laid a gentle hand on Justin’s wrist as he whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
Justin’s skin started burning at the contact from Brian’s hand. He looked up into those hazel eyes he knew so well and was surprised to see genuine concern there. He was sure Brian would just be trying to make him give up so he would lose. A few months ago, he would have defied Brian and taken the shot, plus the remaining two. But now, he knew what Brian meant and that he wasn’t doing it as an ego thing. He genuinely cared what happened to him. He really couldn’t take the shot anyway. He was going to have the mother of all hangovers in the morning as it was and that one would have probably just made him puke, which was never good.
Slowly, he nodded his head and put the drink back down. The crowd was split into cheers and boos by those who had bet. Justin just looked up at Brian and shrugged. Oh, well. It had been fun while it lasted.
“Come on,” Brian said. “Let’s go for a walk, get some fresh air so you don’t puke all over yourself later tonight.”
Justin took Brian’s offered hand and the two walked out of Woody’s together. Justin was so far gone at this point it was hard to think of anything but Brian’s tongue, or cock, in his mouth. He knew if they ended up somewhere alone, they’d fuck. And that was perfectly fine with him. He hadn’t had a decent fucking since they broke up and his ass was practically begging for it.
They walked in silence for awhile and eventually found themselves in front of Brian’s building. They hadn’t walked there on purpose, but just naturally found their way there. Brian just looked back at Justin and without a word, opened the door and led them upstairs. By the time the elevator got to the top floor, Justin could barely contain himself and was all over Brian as soon as the loft door was open. Their tongues met in a harsh battle as their hands began removing whatever clothing stood in their way. They managed to somehow stumble their way towards the couch where they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.
They managed to arrange themselves so that Brian was sitting back in the corner with Justin straddling his lap. Their hips were grinding together as hands caressed every bare inch of skin they could find.
“Missed you,” Justin moaned. “Missed this.”
Brian’s hands wandered over Justin’s ass, kneading and pulling at the muscle. The fingers of his right hand found their way into the cleft and slowly teased over his hole. He felt more than heard the groan that Justin let out. The only spurred him on more and he began to stroke harder, one finger dipping ever so slightly into his body. Justin rocked back, trying to get more of Brian inside. It had been so long. Too long.
“Patience, Sunshine,” Brian teased.
“Brian, please. Fuck me.”
Brian chuckled slightly at the desperation in his voice. He pushed Justin over onto his back before leaning over to find his pants on the floor. He pulled out a condom and the ever present lube, tossing them on the coffee table by Justin’s head. He laid himself out over top of Justin, relishing in the feel of their skin together. He had missed Justin, too. Not that he would ever tell anyone.
He leaned down and began to gently kiss Justin again, working them both into a frenzy. Slowly, keeping his eyes on Justin, he leaned over and grabbed the condom and lube from where he had placed them. As he sat back on his heels, Justin sat up and grabbed the condom from him. He tore it open with his teeth and ever so slowly, rolled it down Brian’s waiting cock. Brian’s head fell back at the feel of Justin’s hands on him. They laid back down on the couch and Brian paused a moment, looking into Justin’s eyes. He needed to make sure Justin knew what he was doing. Justin just smiled up at him before reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. That was all the encouragement Brian needed. He pulled back slightly, lined himself up and sank back in to that wet heat he had missed more than he would ever admit.
They began rocking together, easily falling back into their old rhythm. In no time at all, they were panting and sweating, grasping at skin and pulling with teeth. Moans and grunts were pulled from their throats as their pace increased. In mere moments, Justin was arching up against Brian, his orgasm ripped from deep within. He felt Brian stiffen above him and shoot into the condom. They collapsed back onto the couch, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, Brian pulled out and sat back on the other end of the couch.
He couldn’t believe what they’d just done. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t let Justin back in. Justin had decided he wanted what Brian couldn’t give him and had moved on. So had Brian. Now, they were back where they had left off.
Justin was over on his side of the couch, watching Brian silently freak out. He had long since sobered from his drunken state and knew he would have to treat this situation very carefully if he had any hopes of ever getting Brian back for good. He sat up with a smile and let out a deep breath.
“Well,” he said. “That was a lot of fun, but I have an early class tomorrow, so I should get going.”
He leaned over and kissed Brian gently on the lips. He went around the loft picking up his clothes and getting dressed. When he had finished, he went back over to Brian and gave him another quick peck, but this time felt Brian respond slightly.
“See ya around,” he said.
“Later,” Brian replied.
Justin smirked to himself as he walked down the stairs. Brian would be his again. Of that he was sure.
THE END
