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switch842OMG! It's a new fic!! LOL. This one's been percolating for awhile and I finally finished it. Phew!
Title: One Thin Strip
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 585
Prompt: #8 - Leather
Table o' Smut
Summary: Brian is enthralled of Justin's throat.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
“Go on, open it,” Brian urged. He didn’t do this often, well, hardly ever really. But once in a great while there would be something that struck his fancy that he just had to get for Justin. He’d seen this in the window at one of the shops on Liberty. Instantly, he pictured Justin with it on and knew it would be so hot, he had to have it. He just hoped Justin liked it.
Justin looked confused as he pulled the object from the wrapping. He quirked an eyebrow as if to ask if this really meant what it usually does.
“Oh, stop it. I don’t mean it like that,” Brian explained.
“Then how did you mean it?” Justin asked.
Brian took Justin’s hand and hauled him off the bed into bathroom. Having already gone through one round of their nightly fuck-fest, they were conveniently naked. He positioned them in front of the mirror and fastened the thin, black leather collar around Justin’s neck. It was maybe half an inch wide and unadorned except for the small silver snap that fastened it.
“Oh,” Justin sighed.
Brian’s eyes moved back to the mirror and caught Justin’s in the reflection. His pupils were dilated, the normal bright blue almost completely swallowed by black. His gaze then moved down and he watched as his fingers caressed the skin on Justin’s neck around the small collar. His lips followed as he mouthed the skin where it met the leather. The scent was intoxicating. He watched as the color rose on Justin’s skin and his breathing sped up. Brian’s hands wandered farther, stroking over whatever skin he could reach. His hips thrust against Justin’s backside, rubbing his hard cock against the heated flesh.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered against Justin’s ear. “Knowing you would let me do anything to you?” He used one of his feet to spread Justin’s apart, opening him to whatever Brian wanted. He nudged his cock forward along the underside of Justin’s balls. Justin’s head rolled back onto Brian’s shoulder as he let out a loud of moan of want. “You want me, Justin?” Brian teased. “Want my hard cock in your ass?”
“Yes,” Justin panted. “Do it. Fuck me.” Justin grabbed Brian’s head and brought him down for a searing kiss. His hips thrust back against Brian as they rutted together.
Brian quickly opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed one of the ever present condoms. No lube would be needed as Justin was still open and loose from their first round. Brian quickly prepared himself and pushed in. Justin gasped at the intrusion but pushed himself back onto Brian. With the heat that was coursing between them, there was no way this could last long.
Their gazes locked in the bathroom mirror, Brian began moving in and out in earnest. He angled his hips a certain way and was rewarded with a loud gasp from Justin. He kept up the pace and soon Justin’s eyes were closed and small moans were constantly being forced from his throat. Brian wasn’t going to last much longer and reached around to bring Justin with him. A few sharp pulls and Brian felt Justin’s ass clench around him, milking his own orgasm from deep inside.
“That was…” Justin panted.
“Aa-mazing,” Brian agreed.
“As long as you don’t have any aspirations of making me your little slave boy,” Justin added.
“Walking around on your knees for me?”
“In your dreams.”
“Mm. Exactly.”
THE END
Title: One Thin Strip
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 585
Prompt: #8 - Leather
Table o' Smut
Summary: Brian is enthralled of Justin's throat.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
“Go on, open it,” Brian urged. He didn’t do this often, well, hardly ever really. But once in a great while there would be something that struck his fancy that he just had to get for Justin. He’d seen this in the window at one of the shops on Liberty. Instantly, he pictured Justin with it on and knew it would be so hot, he had to have it. He just hoped Justin liked it.
Justin looked confused as he pulled the object from the wrapping. He quirked an eyebrow as if to ask if this really meant what it usually does.
“Oh, stop it. I don’t mean it like that,” Brian explained.
“Then how did you mean it?” Justin asked.
Brian took Justin’s hand and hauled him off the bed into bathroom. Having already gone through one round of their nightly fuck-fest, they were conveniently naked. He positioned them in front of the mirror and fastened the thin, black leather collar around Justin’s neck. It was maybe half an inch wide and unadorned except for the small silver snap that fastened it.
“Oh,” Justin sighed.
Brian’s eyes moved back to the mirror and caught Justin’s in the reflection. His pupils were dilated, the normal bright blue almost completely swallowed by black. His gaze then moved down and he watched as his fingers caressed the skin on Justin’s neck around the small collar. His lips followed as he mouthed the skin where it met the leather. The scent was intoxicating. He watched as the color rose on Justin’s skin and his breathing sped up. Brian’s hands wandered farther, stroking over whatever skin he could reach. His hips thrust against Justin’s backside, rubbing his hard cock against the heated flesh.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered against Justin’s ear. “Knowing you would let me do anything to you?” He used one of his feet to spread Justin’s apart, opening him to whatever Brian wanted. He nudged his cock forward along the underside of Justin’s balls. Justin’s head rolled back onto Brian’s shoulder as he let out a loud of moan of want. “You want me, Justin?” Brian teased. “Want my hard cock in your ass?”
“Yes,” Justin panted. “Do it. Fuck me.” Justin grabbed Brian’s head and brought him down for a searing kiss. His hips thrust back against Brian as they rutted together.
Brian quickly opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed one of the ever present condoms. No lube would be needed as Justin was still open and loose from their first round. Brian quickly prepared himself and pushed in. Justin gasped at the intrusion but pushed himself back onto Brian. With the heat that was coursing between them, there was no way this could last long.
Their gazes locked in the bathroom mirror, Brian began moving in and out in earnest. He angled his hips a certain way and was rewarded with a loud gasp from Justin. He kept up the pace and soon Justin’s eyes were closed and small moans were constantly being forced from his throat. Brian wasn’t going to last much longer and reached around to bring Justin with him. A few sharp pulls and Brian felt Justin’s ass clench around him, milking his own orgasm from deep inside.
“That was…” Justin panted.
“Aa-mazing,” Brian agreed.
“As long as you don’t have any aspirations of making me your little slave boy,” Justin added.
“Walking around on your knees for me?”
“In your dreams.”
“Mm. Exactly.”
THE END
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Date: 2008-01-10 02:37 am (UTC)This is my first time reading one of your fics & I truly enjoyed it. This a a very hot kinky short fic!
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered against Justin’s ear. “Knowing you would let me do anything to you?”
Their gazes locked in the bathroom mirror...
*DIES*
You made my evening! Thank you =)
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:17 am (UTC)-is so fired up the innuendo hose inspires tears self to shreds-
I love this oh so much. Especially (this is a lie--in reality is it especially the hot, but hello I'm in denial) the intro. It's one of those oh, god, shopping schmoop -cringe- moments. But of course Brian means a sex shop window. I may melt.
And then great, hot, kinky sex comes along. Where Justin's goorrggeeoouuss neck comes into play. And mirror sex.
You write really great mirror sex. Is it weird to tell another person you admire them for their really great ability to fabricate hottsex?! Well, whatever.
It's marvelous and I love it.
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Date: 2008-01-10 01:49 pm (UTC)Oh, totally. I was getting a little hot & bothered myself writing this! :-)
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Date: 2008-01-10 04:05 pm (UTC)hugs sheira
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