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switch842Title: Brian's Cherry
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 500 (woohoo!)
Prompt: #37 - Cherries
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin has a some sticky fun with Brian.
A/N: I see this as post season 5 with Justin home for a visit. But it could be any time, really.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
“I’m already sticky enough,” Brian complained. “What else do you want to add?”
“Just one..last…thing,” Justin said as he pulled out the jar of maraschino cherries. He carefully selected the plumpest one and placed it delicately on top of his creation. “Just think of this as payback. You took my cherry, now I’ll take yours.”
“Very funny,” Brian drawled. “Now hurry up, the ice cream is freezing.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin replied and got to work. He licked, nibbled and slurped, cleaning up every last bit of the messy concoction he had made on Brian’s torso. By the time he was done, Brian was a withering, whimpering mess.
“Would you get to it, already?” he finally exploded.
Justin finally took pity on his lover and swiftly gulped down Brian’s cock in one easy motion. He used every skill he had accumulated over his years with Brian, needing to make this the best. He worked Brian’s cock like an ice cream cone – licking up one side then down the other, suckling gently on the head.
Brian’s skin was on fire. The skin on his torso was being pulled taught as Justin’s saliva dried in the cool night air. He resisted the urge to run his hands through the silky hair, wanting to see what Justin would do when he was left to his own devices. He was not disappointed as Justin pulled out all the stops – long licks along the sensitive vein on the underside while one hand probed further back and teased his quivering hole. One quick flick of the tip was all Brian needed to send him over the edge. He moaned aloud as he came into Justin’ warm, wet mouth. Collapsing back on the bed, he breathed deeply to get his racing heart beat back under control.
Justin crawled up to join Brian and shared some of his own come with him in a heated kiss. “Mm,” Justin moaned. “I think I found my new favorite ice cream topping – Whipped Cream Kinney.”
“I am not whipped,” Brian said as he tipped Justin over onto his back.
“Sure, Brian,” Justin said. “Whatever you say.”
“Take it back,” Brian urged as he began attacking all of Justin’s most ticklish spots.
“Never!” Justin cried as he tried to defend himself.
“Do it, you little cocksucker.”
Brian was relentless in his teasing. He had Justin pinned to the bed, tickling him from every angle, even going all the way down to the balls of his feet. When Justin was finally laughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, he finally gave in. “Uncle!” he cried. “Stop! You’re not whipped!”
Brian stopped and laid down on top of Justin, stroking his fingers gently through his blond hair. “Thank you. Was that so hard?”
“No. But I am,” Justin said as he bumped his hips into Brian’s.
“Guess I should do something about that, huh?”
“That would be nice.”
With one last deep kiss, Brian very eagerly returned the favor Justin had given him earlier.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 500 (woohoo!)
Prompt: #37 - Cherries
Table o' Smut
Summary: Justin has a some sticky fun with Brian.
A/N: I see this as post season 5 with Justin home for a visit. But it could be any time, really.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
“I’m already sticky enough,” Brian complained. “What else do you want to add?”
“Just one..last…thing,” Justin said as he pulled out the jar of maraschino cherries. He carefully selected the plumpest one and placed it delicately on top of his creation. “Just think of this as payback. You took my cherry, now I’ll take yours.”
“Very funny,” Brian drawled. “Now hurry up, the ice cream is freezing.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin replied and got to work. He licked, nibbled and slurped, cleaning up every last bit of the messy concoction he had made on Brian’s torso. By the time he was done, Brian was a withering, whimpering mess.
“Would you get to it, already?” he finally exploded.
Justin finally took pity on his lover and swiftly gulped down Brian’s cock in one easy motion. He used every skill he had accumulated over his years with Brian, needing to make this the best. He worked Brian’s cock like an ice cream cone – licking up one side then down the other, suckling gently on the head.
Brian’s skin was on fire. The skin on his torso was being pulled taught as Justin’s saliva dried in the cool night air. He resisted the urge to run his hands through the silky hair, wanting to see what Justin would do when he was left to his own devices. He was not disappointed as Justin pulled out all the stops – long licks along the sensitive vein on the underside while one hand probed further back and teased his quivering hole. One quick flick of the tip was all Brian needed to send him over the edge. He moaned aloud as he came into Justin’ warm, wet mouth. Collapsing back on the bed, he breathed deeply to get his racing heart beat back under control.
Justin crawled up to join Brian and shared some of his own come with him in a heated kiss. “Mm,” Justin moaned. “I think I found my new favorite ice cream topping – Whipped Cream Kinney.”
“I am not whipped,” Brian said as he tipped Justin over onto his back.
“Sure, Brian,” Justin said. “Whatever you say.”
“Take it back,” Brian urged as he began attacking all of Justin’s most ticklish spots.
“Never!” Justin cried as he tried to defend himself.
“Do it, you little cocksucker.”
Brian was relentless in his teasing. He had Justin pinned to the bed, tickling him from every angle, even going all the way down to the balls of his feet. When Justin was finally laughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, he finally gave in. “Uncle!” he cried. “Stop! You’re not whipped!”
Brian stopped and laid down on top of Justin, stroking his fingers gently through his blond hair. “Thank you. Was that so hard?”
“No. But I am,” Justin said as he bumped his hips into Brian’s.
“Guess I should do something about that, huh?”
“That would be nice.”
With one last deep kiss, Brian very eagerly returned the favor Justin had given him earlier.
THE END
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Date: 2008-03-04 08:46 am (UTC)Unfortunately,they'd be interrupted too often when they were getting really playful-so this was nice to see.
I also loved Justin's name for his new favorite flavor of ice cream!
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Date: 2008-03-04 12:39 pm (UTC)Yeah. Stupid friends always interrupting! :-P
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Date: 2008-03-05 12:57 am (UTC)He gave his key to too many people;he should have had a bolt installed on the door so he and Justin could have some privacy. :)
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Date: 2008-03-04 01:39 pm (UTC)*wink*
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