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Smut69: Prompt 57, Phone Encounter - Brian/Justin, Talk To Me
Title: Talk To Me
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 709
Prompt: #57 - Phone Encounter
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: I've been busy this morning. :-) That makes me happy.
“I miss you so much, Brian,” Justin moaned.
“It’s been two days,” Brian said. “You can’t miss me that much.”
“It’s also been two days since you fucked me.”
“You want me, Sunshine?” Brian whispered.
“Yes, please, Brian.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I’m spread out for you, naked and waiting. I want to feel you touch me, Brian.”
“Rub your hand down your chest,” Brian instructed. “Twist one of your nipples.”
Brian’s dick twitched at the gasp that came over the phone line.
“Don’t hold back,” he said. “I want to hear you.”
“Brian…”
“Are you touching yourself now?”
“Yes,” Justin whispered. “Feels so good.”
“Nice and slow now. No need to rush anything.”
The next few minutes were filled with panting breaths and low moans being shared over the phone line.
“Talk to me, Justin,” Brian said.
“I…I…fuck, Brian,” Justin panted. “I’m so close. My cock is so hard, so ready for you. I need you, Brian. Need to feel you. Unh…”
“Do you have it?” Brian asked. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, it’s here,” Justin replied.
Brian stopped stroking himself. He would need to concentrate on this next part.
“Justin, I want you to listen to me. I want you to take it in your right hand and push it in just far enough for the head to penetrate. Then I want you to stop. OK?”
“Yes, I have it now. It…oh, god, it feels so good. I need more Brian, please.”
What Justin didn’t know, and would never know if Brian had anything to say about it, was that Brian was having some fun with a dildo of his own. It wasn’t often he did this, but his skin had that itchy feeling he sometimes got and that the only thing that would cure it was good, hard fucking. But he didn’t feel right going out to find someone. That was the one thing he kept for Justin now. It was different to him than fucking someone himself.
But back to the matter at hand.
“I want you to go real slow,” Brian instructed. “Inch by inch until all 9 inches are deep inside. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Justin replied. “It’s so big, Brian. Do you know how much I love this? You must. There’s nothing better than feeling a big, thick cock inside me. I’m imagining it’s you. You’re here with me, filling me. Oh, god. It’s there. It’s all in. Oh, fuck.”
Brian’s own hand stopped as he felt his ass being stretched to capacity. He knew the dildo was nowhere as big as the one Justin had, but as he rarely did this, it felt huge. But Justin was right. Sometimes there was nothing better than feeling a cock in your ass.
“Wait,” Brian said. “Wait for me. I’m almost there. Are you?”
“Yes, Brian. I’m so close. Please let me come. Please.”
“Soon. I want to hear you fuck yourself, Justin. I want to hear you scream my name as you come all over yourself.”
Brian jerked his cock harder as he pictured Justin laying on his bed in L.A., the red, rubber dildo moving in and out of his ass. He should get Justin a video camera and then they could trade dirty video messages. That would be hot.
“Brian, oh, god, I’m…fuck, Brian!” Justin shouted as he gave into the feelings coursing through him and came all over his stomach.
Brian, hearing the telltale moans and grunts from Justin, let loose himself. His back arched up off the bed, pushing the dildo deeper inside. It just nudged his prostate causing him to orgasm even harder. He finally collapsed back on the bed, completely spent.
“Justin?”
“Yeah?” he answered breathlessly.
“Just checking,” Brian replied. “Didn’t want you blacking out on me and have to call the paramedics only to have them show up with the dildo still in your ass.”
Just gave a small laugh at that image.
“Yeah, that would be just a tad embarrassing.”
They were quiet for a moment, just listening to each other breathe over the phone.
“Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I…I’ll see you soon,” Brian replied.
He hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. Justin would understand. He always did.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 709
Prompt: #57 - Phone Encounter
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: I've been busy this morning. :-) That makes me happy.
“I miss you so much, Brian,” Justin moaned.
“It’s been two days,” Brian said. “You can’t miss me that much.”
“It’s also been two days since you fucked me.”
“You want me, Sunshine?” Brian whispered.
“Yes, please, Brian.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I’m spread out for you, naked and waiting. I want to feel you touch me, Brian.”
“Rub your hand down your chest,” Brian instructed. “Twist one of your nipples.”
Brian’s dick twitched at the gasp that came over the phone line.
“Don’t hold back,” he said. “I want to hear you.”
“Brian…”
“Are you touching yourself now?”
“Yes,” Justin whispered. “Feels so good.”
“Nice and slow now. No need to rush anything.”
The next few minutes were filled with panting breaths and low moans being shared over the phone line.
“Talk to me, Justin,” Brian said.
“I…I…fuck, Brian,” Justin panted. “I’m so close. My cock is so hard, so ready for you. I need you, Brian. Need to feel you. Unh…”
“Do you have it?” Brian asked. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, it’s here,” Justin replied.
Brian stopped stroking himself. He would need to concentrate on this next part.
“Justin, I want you to listen to me. I want you to take it in your right hand and push it in just far enough for the head to penetrate. Then I want you to stop. OK?”
“Yes, I have it now. It…oh, god, it feels so good. I need more Brian, please.”
What Justin didn’t know, and would never know if Brian had anything to say about it, was that Brian was having some fun with a dildo of his own. It wasn’t often he did this, but his skin had that itchy feeling he sometimes got and that the only thing that would cure it was good, hard fucking. But he didn’t feel right going out to find someone. That was the one thing he kept for Justin now. It was different to him than fucking someone himself.
But back to the matter at hand.
“I want you to go real slow,” Brian instructed. “Inch by inch until all 9 inches are deep inside. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Justin replied. “It’s so big, Brian. Do you know how much I love this? You must. There’s nothing better than feeling a big, thick cock inside me. I’m imagining it’s you. You’re here with me, filling me. Oh, god. It’s there. It’s all in. Oh, fuck.”
Brian’s own hand stopped as he felt his ass being stretched to capacity. He knew the dildo was nowhere as big as the one Justin had, but as he rarely did this, it felt huge. But Justin was right. Sometimes there was nothing better than feeling a cock in your ass.
“Wait,” Brian said. “Wait for me. I’m almost there. Are you?”
“Yes, Brian. I’m so close. Please let me come. Please.”
“Soon. I want to hear you fuck yourself, Justin. I want to hear you scream my name as you come all over yourself.”
Brian jerked his cock harder as he pictured Justin laying on his bed in L.A., the red, rubber dildo moving in and out of his ass. He should get Justin a video camera and then they could trade dirty video messages. That would be hot.
“Brian, oh, god, I’m…fuck, Brian!” Justin shouted as he gave into the feelings coursing through him and came all over his stomach.
Brian, hearing the telltale moans and grunts from Justin, let loose himself. His back arched up off the bed, pushing the dildo deeper inside. It just nudged his prostate causing him to orgasm even harder. He finally collapsed back on the bed, completely spent.
“Justin?”
“Yeah?” he answered breathlessly.
“Just checking,” Brian replied. “Didn’t want you blacking out on me and have to call the paramedics only to have them show up with the dildo still in your ass.”
Just gave a small laugh at that image.
“Yeah, that would be just a tad embarrassing.”
They were quiet for a moment, just listening to each other breathe over the phone.
“Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I…I’ll see you soon,” Brian replied.
He hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. Justin would understand. He always did.
THE END