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switch842Title: Daydream
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1421
Prompt: #62 - Wet
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin has a little daydream
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
I come home and see Brian moving around in the bedroom. It’s later than I usually get home, but I was working on a project and didn’t want to stop until it was done. While it’s not completely done yet, I finally got to a place where I felt comfortable enough to be able to pick it up again.
Anyway, I keep catching glimpses of Brian’s skin through the slats and it’s turning me on so bad. It looks like he just got done with his evening treadmill run. He’s still in his exercise clothes and his hair is matted down with sweat. I don’t think he’s seen me yet as he hasn’t even looked in this direction or said anything. He starts stripping down and walks off to the bathroom naked. As I hear the shower turn on, I let my mind wander and take off into one of my favorite fantasies.
It’s sort of based on the story Brian told me about his first time. The one with his soccer coach in the gym room showers. After he told me that, I had a lot of fantasies about Brian being my gym teacher and me being scolded (spanked) for doing bad in class. It was really lame, I admit, but I was seventeen. It didn’t really need to be that creative in order for me to get off on it.
But, now that I’m so much wiser at the age of nineteen, my fantasies have matured as well.
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It’s barely 3 months into my freshman year of high school and already I hate it. I just don’t fit in. I’m not a jock, I never will be. I don’t fit in with the geeks or the drama kids. The art club is just too elitist and my “doodles” too immature to allow me entrance. So, it’s just me and Daphne. Not that I mind that much. She seems to be the only person who ever understood me. I guess we’re the outcasts – me, the boy who’s too pretty not to be called a fag every chance they get and her, the “mixed breed” who doesn’t feel the need to conform to anyone’s opinions.
I got detention in gym class today, which is totally the lamest thing ever. It wasn’t even my fault. Chris started it, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Mr. Simon saw me shoving Chris back and I get punished. Whatever. So, I have to stay after school for an hour and clean up the locker room. Big deal.
OK, maybe it is. This place is seriously gross. Dirty socks and jockstraps lying everywhere from the soccer team. Filthy towels scattered all over the place. Ick. I pick everything up, touching as little of it as possible and dump it all in the big laundry cart. I get that all done and grab the cleaner and a rag and begin wiping down the benches. I think I’m alone, but then I hear the showers turn on. I take a look and see Brian Kinney in there. The Brian Kinney, star of the soccer team, all around stud.
There are rumors he’s gay. Which he neither confirms nor denies. God, I wish he were gay so bad. He’d totally be the one to pop my cherry. If only he’d turn around so I can see what his cock looks like.
Fuck! He did turn around. And looked right at me. I expected him to yell at me or say something about how I was staring. Instead, he just kept looking at me as his soapy hands moved down his body and began stroking his cock. The he cocked one eyebrow at me as if in a dare. I don’t know what possessed me, but I dropped the cleaning rag I was clutching and walked right into the shower, fully clothed.
I want to just drop to my knees and take his gorgeous dick in my mouth. But, one, I don’t really know how to give a blowjob and two, I have to kiss him first. I know it’s silly and romantic, but I have to feel his lips on mine. I’ve fantasized about them often enough and now that they’re right in front of me, I feel I should take full advantage of the situation. I rise up on my toes until I’m finally level with his face and lean in slightly. It only seems to be a common courtesy to let him out if I’ve read the situation completely wrong. But no. He surprises me by closing the gap and kissing me square on the lips.
I’m in heaven. I have died and gone to heaven and seen the face of God. It’s Brian Kinney.
The kiss is amazing. All warm, wet lips and when his tongue comes into play, I feel my knees go weak. Brian Kinney definitely knows how to kiss. His tongue is all over my mouth, licking at my teeth and pushing against my own tongue. It’s fantastic.
Eventually, I pull away somewhat reluctantly and finally drop to my knees. His perfect manhood is right there in front of me and I have no idea what to do.
“Just take it slow,” I hear him say.
I nod slightly and lick my lips, trying to steady my nerves. My tongue reaches out and lightly licks the tip. I hear a moan from that simple action and it only spurs me on. I want to taste his come. I need to know how it tastes.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head and give an experimental suck. He seems to like that as he hips jerk forward slightly. I take my time and work my way down, pausing when I feel the tip hit the back of my throat. I want to take him all in, but I’m too afraid of choking and making an idiot out of myself. As I pull back, I wrap my hand around the bottom of the shaft and start to stroke lightly. That seems to be working well as I can hear him moaning louder and feel him try to control himself from thrusting. Eventually, I manage to get my mouth and hand in synch and speed up. I’m so turned on right now, I’m going to come in my pants at any second. But I need to finish him first.
I set back to my task with vigor. Sucking as hard as I can, I reach one hand down and start playing with his balls. They feel heavy and full in my hand as I roll them around. Brian lets out another deep groan at the additional contact. I can hear his breathing speed up and I know he’s getting close. My hand on his cock speeds up, stroking faster. I feel one of his hands come down to grasp my hair. He tugs gently as his cock pulses in my mouth and I get my first taste of him. It’s saltier than I expected and sets me off. I try to swallow as much as I can, but, unfortunately, it’s coming too fast and some of it dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. I go to wipe it away, when Brian hauls me to my feet and licks it away. If I hadn’t already shot my load in my pants, that would have definitely done the trick. His tongue dives back into my mouth, searching out any remaining taste he can find. It’s so hot. I want to keep kissing him forever. I don’t care that I’m soaked to the bone and my clothes are probably ruined. If I could keep doing this, I would be the happiest boy in the world.
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“That was unexpected.”
I blink as I’m brought back to the real world and find that my fantasy wasn’t too far from reality. I’m in the shower with Brian, completely clothed, his taste lingering on my tongue.
“But you’re sopping wet, Sunshine,” he says.
“Well, I just couldn’t help myself,” I try to cover. “You know how hot you are when you’re all sweaty. I just had to have you.”
“Well, now I think we should get you out of those wet clothes and let me have you.”
He strips off my pants and t-shirt, I had conveniently gone commando today, before shoving me up against the wall and dropping to his knees. Now that is one sight I’ll never get tired of seeing.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1421
Prompt: #62 - Wet
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin has a little daydream
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
I come home and see Brian moving around in the bedroom. It’s later than I usually get home, but I was working on a project and didn’t want to stop until it was done. While it’s not completely done yet, I finally got to a place where I felt comfortable enough to be able to pick it up again.
Anyway, I keep catching glimpses of Brian’s skin through the slats and it’s turning me on so bad. It looks like he just got done with his evening treadmill run. He’s still in his exercise clothes and his hair is matted down with sweat. I don’t think he’s seen me yet as he hasn’t even looked in this direction or said anything. He starts stripping down and walks off to the bathroom naked. As I hear the shower turn on, I let my mind wander and take off into one of my favorite fantasies.
It’s sort of based on the story Brian told me about his first time. The one with his soccer coach in the gym room showers. After he told me that, I had a lot of fantasies about Brian being my gym teacher and me being scolded (spanked) for doing bad in class. It was really lame, I admit, but I was seventeen. It didn’t really need to be that creative in order for me to get off on it.
But, now that I’m so much wiser at the age of nineteen, my fantasies have matured as well.
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
It’s barely 3 months into my freshman year of high school and already I hate it. I just don’t fit in. I’m not a jock, I never will be. I don’t fit in with the geeks or the drama kids. The art club is just too elitist and my “doodles” too immature to allow me entrance. So, it’s just me and Daphne. Not that I mind that much. She seems to be the only person who ever understood me. I guess we’re the outcasts – me, the boy who’s too pretty not to be called a fag every chance they get and her, the “mixed breed” who doesn’t feel the need to conform to anyone’s opinions.
I got detention in gym class today, which is totally the lamest thing ever. It wasn’t even my fault. Chris started it, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Mr. Simon saw me shoving Chris back and I get punished. Whatever. So, I have to stay after school for an hour and clean up the locker room. Big deal.
OK, maybe it is. This place is seriously gross. Dirty socks and jockstraps lying everywhere from the soccer team. Filthy towels scattered all over the place. Ick. I pick everything up, touching as little of it as possible and dump it all in the big laundry cart. I get that all done and grab the cleaner and a rag and begin wiping down the benches. I think I’m alone, but then I hear the showers turn on. I take a look and see Brian Kinney in there. The Brian Kinney, star of the soccer team, all around stud.
There are rumors he’s gay. Which he neither confirms nor denies. God, I wish he were gay so bad. He’d totally be the one to pop my cherry. If only he’d turn around so I can see what his cock looks like.
Fuck! He did turn around. And looked right at me. I expected him to yell at me or say something about how I was staring. Instead, he just kept looking at me as his soapy hands moved down his body and began stroking his cock. The he cocked one eyebrow at me as if in a dare. I don’t know what possessed me, but I dropped the cleaning rag I was clutching and walked right into the shower, fully clothed.
I want to just drop to my knees and take his gorgeous dick in my mouth. But, one, I don’t really know how to give a blowjob and two, I have to kiss him first. I know it’s silly and romantic, but I have to feel his lips on mine. I’ve fantasized about them often enough and now that they’re right in front of me, I feel I should take full advantage of the situation. I rise up on my toes until I’m finally level with his face and lean in slightly. It only seems to be a common courtesy to let him out if I’ve read the situation completely wrong. But no. He surprises me by closing the gap and kissing me square on the lips.
I’m in heaven. I have died and gone to heaven and seen the face of God. It’s Brian Kinney.
The kiss is amazing. All warm, wet lips and when his tongue comes into play, I feel my knees go weak. Brian Kinney definitely knows how to kiss. His tongue is all over my mouth, licking at my teeth and pushing against my own tongue. It’s fantastic.
Eventually, I pull away somewhat reluctantly and finally drop to my knees. His perfect manhood is right there in front of me and I have no idea what to do.
“Just take it slow,” I hear him say.
I nod slightly and lick my lips, trying to steady my nerves. My tongue reaches out and lightly licks the tip. I hear a moan from that simple action and it only spurs me on. I want to taste his come. I need to know how it tastes.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head and give an experimental suck. He seems to like that as he hips jerk forward slightly. I take my time and work my way down, pausing when I feel the tip hit the back of my throat. I want to take him all in, but I’m too afraid of choking and making an idiot out of myself. As I pull back, I wrap my hand around the bottom of the shaft and start to stroke lightly. That seems to be working well as I can hear him moaning louder and feel him try to control himself from thrusting. Eventually, I manage to get my mouth and hand in synch and speed up. I’m so turned on right now, I’m going to come in my pants at any second. But I need to finish him first.
I set back to my task with vigor. Sucking as hard as I can, I reach one hand down and start playing with his balls. They feel heavy and full in my hand as I roll them around. Brian lets out another deep groan at the additional contact. I can hear his breathing speed up and I know he’s getting close. My hand on his cock speeds up, stroking faster. I feel one of his hands come down to grasp my hair. He tugs gently as his cock pulses in my mouth and I get my first taste of him. It’s saltier than I expected and sets me off. I try to swallow as much as I can, but, unfortunately, it’s coming too fast and some of it dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. I go to wipe it away, when Brian hauls me to my feet and licks it away. If I hadn’t already shot my load in my pants, that would have definitely done the trick. His tongue dives back into my mouth, searching out any remaining taste he can find. It’s so hot. I want to keep kissing him forever. I don’t care that I’m soaked to the bone and my clothes are probably ruined. If I could keep doing this, I would be the happiest boy in the world.
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
“That was unexpected.”
I blink as I’m brought back to the real world and find that my fantasy wasn’t too far from reality. I’m in the shower with Brian, completely clothed, his taste lingering on my tongue.
“But you’re sopping wet, Sunshine,” he says.
“Well, I just couldn’t help myself,” I try to cover. “You know how hot you are when you’re all sweaty. I just had to have you.”
“Well, now I think we should get you out of those wet clothes and let me have you.”
He strips off my pants and t-shirt, I had conveniently gone commando today, before shoving me up against the wall and dropping to his knees. Now that is one sight I’ll never get tired of seeing.
THE END
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