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switch842Title: Topsy Turvy
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1011
Prompt: #47 - Top
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin contemplates his birthday wish. Gapfiller-ish for 114.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: I am evil. But I do it out of love! :-D
“Lucky for you, I turn 18 tomorrow,” I told him.
“What do you want for your birthday?”
Oh god, I knew what I wanted. I wanted it so badly, but there was no way I would ever get it. The only thing I could do was rub my body up against Brian and kiss him. Maybe he would get the hint. But probably not.
We continued dancing and I tried to get the thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t. The fantasies had been getting much more frequent and explicit. Sometimes they took place here, at Babylon. But that would happen, oh, when hell froze over. Sometimes they were in my room at Deb’s. Most of the time, though, they were at the loft.
Brian would come home from a day at the office, and it would have been a surprisingly good day. Brian had to be in a good mood for this to work. I would be cooking dinner, one of his favorite dishes usually. Something light, not a lot of carbs. Maybe seafood. The table would be set with candles and linens. The rest of the lights in the loft would be low and there would be Frank Sinatra playing in the background. That was one thing that surprised me about Brian. He had a huge collection of Rat Pack music. It was never really something I ever imagined he would like, but he said one of his college roommates had gotten him into it.
Anyway, Brian would go change as I finished dinner. He would come back down in his favorite, softest jeans and a black wifebeater, barefoot. He always looked the hottest in that outfit. It never failed to get my blood going. We would sit down to a delicious dinner, flirting heavily all the while, playing footsy under the table, the double entendre in our conversation would be rampant. There were usually lots of finger foods dripping in juices to invoke a lot of licking and sucking. Once in a while, Brian would lean over and lick my fingers clean.
Eventually, dinner would end and we would make our way to the couch in the living room. Brian would lay down and I would just tuck myself into his side. He’d flip through the channels until he found some old black and white movie to watch. At some point, my hand would find its way underneath Brian’s shirt, and I would start stroking his smooth, hard skin, slowly working my way up to his nipples. I would pinch one lightly and feel Brian shift slightly underneath me. One more pinch to the other and I would climb on top of him and shove my tongue in the mouth. Brian would then get with the program and strip us both naked in about 5 seconds. He’s always so good at that.
Sometimes we get so caught up that we can’t even make it to the bedroom and end up fucking on the floor between the couch and coffee table. But the best ones are when we do make it to the bedroom. Those are the real fantasies that I know will never happen in real life.
Brian presses me into the bed and I sigh happily to feel his weight on me. Something in me makes me bolder in my touches. I start to trail my hands down Brian’s back and come to rest on his ass. This isn’t too unusual, but what I do next is: I start squeezing and rubbing them as I writhe against him. A couple fingers manage to find their way into the cleft of Brian’s ass and lightly trace down it, fluttering over his hole. I hold my breath, waiting for him to scold me, ask me what the hell I thought I was doing. Something. But nothing would come, just a brief hitch in his breathing before he spread his legs just a little bit more and ground himself harder on my hip. Not entirely believing my luck, I repeat my actions, taking a little longer and letting one finger dip ever so slightly into his hole. The moan I hear Brian give was like nothing I had ever heard from him. But I need confirmation of what was about to happen.
“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper.
I feel Brain nod his head from where he was sucking on my neck. This was…more than I could have hoped.
Carefully, I roll us over so I was on top and could reach the bowl of condoms. As I lean over to get one out, Brian would move out from under me and roll over onto his stomach. As I turn back over, the sight if his ass up in the air waiting for me was almost more than I could take. It would take all my self-control not to come at that moment. Knowing I won’t have much time when it gets to that point, I slip the condom on myself and settle against Brian’s back.
I brush my fingers lightly down his back, tracing each vertebra. I continue down between his cheeks and play with his hole lightly before getting myself into position. I grab the lube and begin slicking myself up. I coat two fingers and brace myself for the first intrusion into Brian’s body. My finger circles lightly, just coating the outer ring. It gets closer to its goal and closer…
“What are you thinking?” I hear suddenly.
I shake my head to find myself still in Babylon, gyrating with Brian on the dance floor.
“What?” I ask.
“Where were you?” Brian asks. “Looked like you were thinking about something really hard.”
I smile up at him as he doesn’t even realize what his words mean.
“Oh, nothing really,” I reply casually. “Just something I might like to do for my birthday.”
The wink I give him leaves him smiling at me oddly. But I just smile and let him continue to wonder. Maybe one day my fantasy really will come true.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1011
Prompt: #47 - Top
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin contemplates his birthday wish. Gapfiller-ish for 114.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: I am evil. But I do it out of love! :-D
“Lucky for you, I turn 18 tomorrow,” I told him.
“What do you want for your birthday?”
Oh god, I knew what I wanted. I wanted it so badly, but there was no way I would ever get it. The only thing I could do was rub my body up against Brian and kiss him. Maybe he would get the hint. But probably not.
We continued dancing and I tried to get the thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t. The fantasies had been getting much more frequent and explicit. Sometimes they took place here, at Babylon. But that would happen, oh, when hell froze over. Sometimes they were in my room at Deb’s. Most of the time, though, they were at the loft.
Brian would come home from a day at the office, and it would have been a surprisingly good day. Brian had to be in a good mood for this to work. I would be cooking dinner, one of his favorite dishes usually. Something light, not a lot of carbs. Maybe seafood. The table would be set with candles and linens. The rest of the lights in the loft would be low and there would be Frank Sinatra playing in the background. That was one thing that surprised me about Brian. He had a huge collection of Rat Pack music. It was never really something I ever imagined he would like, but he said one of his college roommates had gotten him into it.
Anyway, Brian would go change as I finished dinner. He would come back down in his favorite, softest jeans and a black wifebeater, barefoot. He always looked the hottest in that outfit. It never failed to get my blood going. We would sit down to a delicious dinner, flirting heavily all the while, playing footsy under the table, the double entendre in our conversation would be rampant. There were usually lots of finger foods dripping in juices to invoke a lot of licking and sucking. Once in a while, Brian would lean over and lick my fingers clean.
Eventually, dinner would end and we would make our way to the couch in the living room. Brian would lay down and I would just tuck myself into his side. He’d flip through the channels until he found some old black and white movie to watch. At some point, my hand would find its way underneath Brian’s shirt, and I would start stroking his smooth, hard skin, slowly working my way up to his nipples. I would pinch one lightly and feel Brian shift slightly underneath me. One more pinch to the other and I would climb on top of him and shove my tongue in the mouth. Brian would then get with the program and strip us both naked in about 5 seconds. He’s always so good at that.
Sometimes we get so caught up that we can’t even make it to the bedroom and end up fucking on the floor between the couch and coffee table. But the best ones are when we do make it to the bedroom. Those are the real fantasies that I know will never happen in real life.
Brian presses me into the bed and I sigh happily to feel his weight on me. Something in me makes me bolder in my touches. I start to trail my hands down Brian’s back and come to rest on his ass. This isn’t too unusual, but what I do next is: I start squeezing and rubbing them as I writhe against him. A couple fingers manage to find their way into the cleft of Brian’s ass and lightly trace down it, fluttering over his hole. I hold my breath, waiting for him to scold me, ask me what the hell I thought I was doing. Something. But nothing would come, just a brief hitch in his breathing before he spread his legs just a little bit more and ground himself harder on my hip. Not entirely believing my luck, I repeat my actions, taking a little longer and letting one finger dip ever so slightly into his hole. The moan I hear Brian give was like nothing I had ever heard from him. But I need confirmation of what was about to happen.
“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper.
I feel Brain nod his head from where he was sucking on my neck. This was…more than I could have hoped.
Carefully, I roll us over so I was on top and could reach the bowl of condoms. As I lean over to get one out, Brian would move out from under me and roll over onto his stomach. As I turn back over, the sight if his ass up in the air waiting for me was almost more than I could take. It would take all my self-control not to come at that moment. Knowing I won’t have much time when it gets to that point, I slip the condom on myself and settle against Brian’s back.
I brush my fingers lightly down his back, tracing each vertebra. I continue down between his cheeks and play with his hole lightly before getting myself into position. I grab the lube and begin slicking myself up. I coat two fingers and brace myself for the first intrusion into Brian’s body. My finger circles lightly, just coating the outer ring. It gets closer to its goal and closer…
“What are you thinking?” I hear suddenly.
I shake my head to find myself still in Babylon, gyrating with Brian on the dance floor.
“What?” I ask.
“Where were you?” Brian asks. “Looked like you were thinking about something really hard.”
I smile up at him as he doesn’t even realize what his words mean.
“Oh, nothing really,” I reply casually. “Just something I might like to do for my birthday.”
The wink I give him leaves him smiling at me oddly. But I just smile and let him continue to wonder. Maybe one day my fantasy really will come true.
THE END
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Date: 2007-07-20 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-20 02:19 am (UTC)