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Theme #12: Without Words - MASTERLIST

2009-04-19T02:56:43Z

A huge thank you to the authors who stepped up to this challenge. I'm so excited and cannot wait to read these fics!

BOOTY CALL by frantic_quest

BED OF ROSES by not_yet_defined

SET ME REELING by noteverything

THE BEST THING ABOUT JUSTIN by xie_xie_xie

WANT by notreallyme10

Now go forth my fellow porn whores, read the fics and leave the authors some drool. :D

bj_action @ 2009-02-26T17:34:00

2009-02-26T22:35:04Z

Are you ready to come out? Admit that you're addicted to Queer as Folk? Admit that Brian and Justin make you hot and bothered? That the love makes you melt?

If so, you should join the fun via IJ's qaf_coming out Party! Just click on the banners to find the fun!

be sure to snag a great icon like mine:

and then come play some trivia!

Theme #11: Public Sex // Sex in Public Places masterlist

2009-02-18T16:56:02Z

WHEW! They're all up. This is the best fandom ever!!! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. The rest of you, be sure to leave them lots & lots of love!

GRAPHICS BY nerilka24

THE HIRSHHORN BY not_yet_defined

FINE ART BY notreallyme10

ICONS BY selenebj

JACKPOT BY frantic_quest

GRAPHICS BY kari77

ALFRESCO BY morgan_is_randy

S.E.X - A VID BY qafmaniac

A RAINY DAY BY xie_xie_xie

OH, BUT WE SHOULD BY tweedygal

Theme #10 Master List of Links

2008-09-25T01:54:45Z

The PWPs Are Up!

Theme #10: Choose Your Own Adventure

The Choices:
When: Noon, Midnight
Where: Office, Studio
How: Finger Fucking, Snowballing

Ready to Go by tweedygal

Personal Question by vamphile

Empty Chamber by dirtylttlescret

Creative Control by testdog65

Center of Attention by tweedygal

Goodnight, Twat by not_yet_defined

Midnight by notreallyme10

Thank you so much to the writers! You guys rock.

Readers - Please leave lot's of love. It keeps us writing. So it you want more. You know what to do.
Writers - Please wait 2 days before cross-posting. And remember to track the posts for your comments.

Update and a New Theme

2008-09-20T17:40:45Z

Hello friends of bj_action,

It's been a while since we posted over here, and in that time we have had a lot of new people friend this journal, so I just wanted to post a little update.

1. There is a new challenge currently underway over at BJ Action on IJ. The theme is Choose Your Own Adventure and fics are due by Wednesday at 9pm EST. It's never too late to sign up if anyone is interested.

2. It's too difficult for us to keep up with friending on this journal, since both Bunny and I are primarily on IJ, but don't worry, none of our posts are locked here, so if you friend us you will see everything we post.

3. The posts for the current theme will not be cross-posted over here, but I do promise to stop by with a master links post on wednesday night after they are all posted.

4. Remember, you don't have to have an IJ to participate in action challenges, to read the submissions or to leave comments on them. And if you'd like here is a link to the RSS Feed for BJ Action at IJ you just click on this link and friend it like you would any other journal on live journal.

It's great to see so many new people embracing teh ~~porn~~ love. :D

~Ny (not_yet_defined)

Looking for a little porn????????

2008-06-05T22:05:50Z

I've got several treats for you tonight!

THEME # 7: JUSTING GETS FUCKED WITH SOMETHING LARGE...VERY VERY LARGE (MASTERLIST)
There's six porny fics from: xie_xie_xie, vamphile, notreallyme10, altsunthinkable, testdog65 and vl_redreign.

THEME # 8: IDES OF MARCH (AN INSANEJOURNAL ALL FANDOM PORN FEST) (MASTERLIST)
We had three submission and it's some of the hottest porn I've ever read by: tweedygal, not_yet_defined, and testdog65.

THEME # 9: SEASON ONE WITH A TWIST: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SEX AT DEB'S /OR/ BRIAN BLOWS JUSTIN AT DEB'S (MASTERLIST)
Our latest theme was a HUGE success with SIX season one porny treats.

You do not need an IJ to come read the fic or to comment.

If you'd like to add the asylum to your LJ flist via RSS feed, GO HERE AND FRIEND IT LIKE YOU NORMALLY WOULD.

Horny?

2008-06-05T12:30:07Z

Wow...I just added 53 new people to the flist here because I forgot that the only reason I set this up as a new journal was so I didn't have to lock it. lol Oh well, with LJ's new rules and such, this journal is bound to get whacked for explicit adult content sooner or later and while I don't plan to post much here, I am going to link you to all the themes you may have missed since we moved to insanejournal.

I can't believe I started this place well over a year ago.
xoxo
bunny

PWPs are Up - Theme #6: Orgasm Control

2007-09-23T01:39:07Z

Theme #6: Orgasm Control PWPs are now posted for your reading pleasure at bj_action

You can find them all here, on the Master List.

The authors did a fabulous job this round. The PWPs are hot and full of teh love, so please be sure to show your appreciation of their hard work with lots of commenty love of your own.

Now, what are you waiting for? There's porn. Go read it. :D

~Ny

2 hour grace period on PWPs due today

2007-09-22T18:03:56Z

Attenion writers for the bj_action challenge due today

My nephew is visiting from out of town and wants to take me to dinner, so you all get a 2 hour grace period if any of you are finishing up last minute. Don't worry readers, the PWPs will be posted shortly after that, so you will still get to enjoy a porn filled evening or sunday afternoon. :D

PWPs are now due by 9pm EST instead of 7pm.

Thank you, not_yet_defined

One Time Pimpage - Sign Ups Open for Theme #6: Orgasm Control

2007-09-15T05:14:26Z

Apparently this fandom is in serious need of porn, and while someone is about to get denied, it won't be the readers and writers who've put out the call on this post over on xie's ij. Who am I to deny teh porny love?

Theme #6: Orgasm Control

Sign ups are now open for the next challenge at bj_action on ij. Comment HERE to sign up.

Fics are due via email by 7pm EST on Saturday, Septemeber 22nd.

And just a reminder, you do not have to have an IJ to participate

Thank you, not_yet_defined

Kinnetik PWPs Are Up!

2007-08-26T23:30:41Z

Theme #5: Kinnetik PWPs Are Up!!

We have six fantastic contributions this round, and I didn't want anyone to miss out on teh porn. You can find them all here at bj_action on insane journal.

enjoy! not_yet_defined

Just A Reminder

2007-08-25T20:43:43Z

Hello All,

I've noticed over the last couple of days that bj_action here at Live Journal has still continued to be friended. So I just wanted to remind all of you that all future themes will only be posted at our new home bj_action at insanejournal. And also remind you that all the fics from past themes have been transfered to our new home as well and organized in the memories by theme and author.

Since our next round is going up tomorrow night, i would hate for anyone to miss out on the porny love. You can look at this post for information on how to add the feed from bj_action at insane journal to your live journal account, so that you can continue to view us on you LJ flist.

Thank you, not_yet_defined and happier_bunny

Announcement - New Theme

2007-08-19T07:49:10Z

For those of you haven't yet started watching us in our new home, happier_bunny and I didn't want you to miss out on this important announcement so I'm x-posting it here:

Since bj_action has found a new home, what better way for us to advertise all this asylum has to offer than by hosting a new challenge?

And because it's always about sex ~~unless it's about death~~ there is clearly only one agency up to this monumental task....

Theme #5: Sex at Kinnetik

Sign ups start now, right here. They end ~~not really~~ at 4am EST on Monday, August 20th.

Fics are due by 5pm EST on Sunday, August 26th, and must be emailed to action . bj @ gmail . com (no spaces) in the correct format.

If you are unfamiliar with the rules, you can check them out here in our profile.

So have at it all you wonderfully porny authors. The possibilities are endless, as long as they take place inside Kinnetik.

You must sign up at our new home. Fics for this theme will not be posted at this location, they will only be posted at bj_action at insanejournal

Thank you, not_yet_defined

Just A Reminder

2007-08-17T06:57:49Z

This is just a reminder for all of the authors who particpated in past themes.

All of the past entries have been added to our new home - bj_action at insanejournal. New Location = New Readers = New Comments (we've already had a couple) As always, if people take the time to comment, we encourage you to reply. All fics have been added to the memories by both theme and author, so it should be easy for you to find your fics and track them.

This is the end of my PSA. Thank you :D

Announcement

2007-08-15T03:30:34Z

Hello bj_action's flist, tis I, your friendly neighborhood porn whore happier_bunny, checking in with some news. I've found a new place for us to play.

A place that's friendly and fun and that let me (and my new co-maintainer not_yet_defined) make this a community without having to lock it down (as long as we follow a few simple rules).

So of course we've put all our lovely porn at our new location, and will be running these challenges there from now on. We hope you'll want to come play in this smut-friendly new place, too, and that you'll create an insanejournal so you can friend us: HERE

And guess what? You can view bj_action at InsaneJournal RIGHT NOW ON YOUR LJ FRIENDS LIST!

Just go HERE.

Scroll to the bottom and where it says: Add feed URL, type:

http://bj_action.insanejournal.com

ETA It seems you have to name your feed before it works. There's tips in the comments - because I'm a techno tard, I don't understand it. If you're still having problems, let me know. thanks!

And you're done!

New themes coming soon!
happier_bunny and not_yet_defined

Theme #4: Outdoors...8 of 8

2007-07-15T02:44:39Z

Hi...it's Bunny dropping in. My beloved Vamphile sent her fic to the wrong email addy so I'm adding her. ENJOY

TITLE: Picnic Brunch
AUTHOR: Vamphile
WARNINGS: None
A/N: None

It was one of those Sunday brunches that Mel and Lindsay insisted upon occasionally. Brian only agreed to attend because it had been weeks since he’d seen Gus. They were all talking at once about nothing in particular. People they’d fucked, people they hadn’t, stars they wanted to.

Justin had probably still been drunk when they got here, considering how very very drunk he’d been last night at Babylon, and how much they’d continued to drink once they got back to the loft. The mimosas weren’t helping. He was babbling a little. Brian concentrated on not smiling too much. No one needed to know how amused he was by Justin’s inebriation. No one needed to know shit.

As Justin launched into a monologue about… something, who the fuck could follow his train of thought when he was like this? Brian excused himself and went out back for a cigarette. He was about to take another drag when Justin took it from his hand and inhaled deeply. Justin crushed the last of the cigarette under his shoe.

Brian grabbed Justin’s shirt and pulled him forward until Justin stumbled a little and was then leaning against Brian’s body. They kissed and when Justin pulled back he was smiling, his hands working their way under Brian’s shirt. Brian put his hands on Justin’s ass and pressed him closer. “You’re drunk.” He whispered it against Justin’s ear.

Brian felt him smile against his neck. Brian stood up a little straighter, allowing Justin’s hands to move further under his shirt and up his back. They kissed for a few more minutes until Justin pulled away for a second and then draped his arms over Brian’s shoulders. “Fuck me.”

Brian nodded. “When we get home.”

Justin moved quickly and Brian’s fast response was the only thing that kept them both from toppling as he wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist and let Brian carry his weight. “Now.”

Brian moved them to the graying picnic table, abandoned for the season. Justin fell back against it, struggling to untangle himself from Brian and remove his own jeans at the same time. Brian assisted him with both and Justin’s hands moved towards Brian’s fly. “Now.” He repeated.

Somewhere between Justin’s body wrapped completely around his and the shedding of Justin’s jeans, Brian had abandoned any thought of waiting. He leaned over Justin, kissing him again. Justin’s legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him forward. Their cocks pressed together. “Inside me Brian. I want you inside me.”

Brian pulled back, rolling the condom on quickly and working two spit-slicked fingers into Justin. Justin lifted his arms over his head, grasping the top of the table and arching his back, accentuating his flat tummy. Brian kissed his navel, and then worked his way up. As he nuzzled the soft skin there, he pushed Justin’s shirt up further until his mouth was on his nipples. He licked and sucked at them while the cool breeze reminded the world that fall was well on its way.

Justin shuddered and Brian looked up, needing to know if he was cold or simply enjoying himself. Justin’s hair fluttered away from his face but the soft hazy smile told Brian that the temperature wasn’t what was making Justin’s body shake. He covered Justin’s body with his own, protecting him from, well, any sensation that wasn’t created by his own hand.

Justin’s body curled under him, and Brian’s cock pressed against Justin’s hole. He felt it contract and then open to him, felt Justin's entire body give itself over to this. He pushed in and kissed Justin at the same time. Their tongues, hands and legs moving together as Brian’s cock slid over Justin’s prostate and then pulled back.

Brian felt Justin’s response. Felt him move his body, twist his hips, trying to recreate the sensation. Brian obliged, moving in short sharp thrusts as the early afternoon sun belied the cool breeze. Summer making its last stand against the insistent fall. Justin’s hands moved to Brian’s back, pulling him closer. His legs trapping Brian inside him. They stayed like that, moving together.

Brian pulled back, using Justin’s pre-come to lube his shaft as he stroked him in time to his harsh thrusts. Justin’s hands were over his face now, pressing the heel of his palms against his eyes, shutting out the light so that all sensations were those that Brian controlled.

They both came. Their bodies shaking, their breathing rapid. Lindsay made a noise in the back of her throat and walked away. Justin covered his face again, this time in embarrassment. Brian shrugged and pulled out, tossing the condom over the fence into a neighbors yard and handing Justin his jeans.

They stood together for another minute, touching, kissing, having a post coital smoke. When they went back inside the rest of the gang was gone. Lindsay smiled widely.

“Mel, Brian and Justin just volunteered to buy us a new picnic table. Isn’t that sweet?”

Brian looked towards Lindsay, hiding his surprise behind a smirk. He nodded.

THE END

Theme #4: Outdoors fics are up...Enjoy!

2007-07-15T01:20:26Z

All Theme #4, Outdoors, entries are now up for your reading pleasure. So what are you waiting for? Go. Read. Now.

Thank you so very very much to all the authors who submitted. 8 fics total which makes me a very happy ~~porn whore~~ guest host.

Please leave lots and lots of lovely feedback for the authors. Feedback = Love, Joy and Happiness.

Below are links to each of the submissions.

Enjoy!

Outside by testdog65

A Six-Letter Word He'd Never Use by not_yet_defined

Taking Back by happier_bunny

Going Out by xie_xie_xie

Seeing Stars by tweedygal

Green Icing by niguita_gia

Blame It On The Beer by tigbit

Picnic Brunch by vamphile

Theme #4: Outdoors...7 of 8

2007-07-15T00:32:37Z

Title: A Six-Letter Word He’d Never Use
Author: not_yet_defined
Warning: porn, light bdsm
Timeline: The summer following 513
A/N: no time to beta...surprise wedding today...so hopefully not terrible. :D This is for paddies who expressed a desire for some bdsm!b/j on my journal awhile back.

There is a salad in the fridge.
Eat it. Change.
Meet me on the tennis courts.
You still owe me part 3.

- J

Brian opened the fridge, looked at the salad, pulled out a beer instead and headed upstairs. He sat down on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes, finishing off his beer.

He had no fucking clue what Justin meant by his note, but considering they had yet to buy racquets, or balls for that matter, he doubted he was being invited out for a late night match. Brian slipped into a pair of old jeans and a thin white t-shirt and headed back downstairs.

He could see the lights on above the tennis courts 100 yards or so behind the west end of the house. He bypassed the rambling stone path and cut straight across the lawn. The grass was almost cool, despite the lingering heat, and a little damp, it felt good against his bare feet.

As he got closer he saw that Justin had dragged one of the heavy lounge chairs onto the court. He was sitting with his feet flat against the solid cream-colored cushion, hand poised a couple inches off the page, head tilted to the side, contemplating the sketchpad resting on his bent knees.

Without looking up, Justin mumbled, "Hey," as he continued his sketch.

Brian came up behind him, bent over and murmured a "Hey" back against the side of Justin’s neck before pressing a kiss just below his ear.

Brian sat down on the edge of the lounge as Justin dropped both of his feet down over the sides of the chair to make room. He waited for Justin to finish, and when he finally looked over at him, Brian inquired, “So, what the fuck we are doing out here?”

Justin smiled, set the sketchpad and pencil on the ground and slid forward a bit. He reached out and gently pulled on Brian’s waist until he complied and resituated himself between Justin’s legs. Justin slipped his hands under Brian’s t-shirt and started guiding it up and off of him.

“Well,” Justin began as his arms wrapped around Brian and his hands moved to the buttons on Brian’s jeans. He slowly licked a line between Brian’s shoulder blades.

“You’ve already dived into me in the pool,” He whispered as he undid the buttons, and slid his hand inside of Brian’s jeans.

“And you’ve ridden me in the stables…” Justin freed Brian’s cock, then reached behind his back and retrieved a bottle of lube, squeezing a small amount into his hand before grasping Brian’s rapidly growing hard on.

Brian had to smile at the lad’s planning. He ran his hands up and down Justin’s thighs, “I think technically, you were riding me.”

Justin smiled against Brian’s back at the memory, lazily stroking his own dick with his free hand. “Close enough.”

Brian turned to the side and wrapped his hand around Justin’s neck, pulling him into a leisurely kiss, running his tongue over Justin’s in time to the hand on his dick. He kept turning until he was on his knees between Justin’s legs. Breaking the kiss as he lifted Justin’s shirt over his head and off. With one hand on Justin’s chest, and one hand on the lever on the side of the chair, he pushed Justin backwards until both the chair back, and Justin were fully reclined.

Brian grabbed both of Justin’s wrists with one hand, trapping them both over his head. He leaned over him and traced a path down Justin’s neck and chest with his lips, tongue and teeth. Suddenly remembering, he paused, hovering over a hardened pink nipple, “So I suppose now I have to slam you on the tennis court?”

“Or we could just cuddle."

The words were barely out of Justin's mouth before he was yelping in protest as Brian bit down on his nipple.

Brian looked up at him, incredulous. He pinched Justin’s other nipple, hard, between his fingers. “You are seriously going to pay for that.” He jumped off the lounge smacked the side of Justin's thigh and growled at him to turn over.

Justin superficially objected, reminding Brian that those were his words, not Justin's, but he obediently flipped onto his stomach as he did so. Brian was squatting at the head of the lounge undoing the fabric ties that held the cushion in place on the wooden frame.

"Wrist," he demanded quietly.

Justin hesitated. Not because he didn't want to. He liked Brian in this kind of mood just fine. He hesitated because, although he rationally knew it was very unlikely anyone would wander into their backyard at 10pm and see him tied up and naked on the tennis court, the lights overhead were extremely bright, there was nothing for a 50 yards any direction shielding them from view, and he felt a little bit like he was on stage. Justin looked into Brian's face and he stared back, eyebrows raised, calmly waiting for Justin to comply. Justin laid both his arms over his head against the lounge, buried his face against the soft material and relaxed.

After Brian had tied both of Justin's wrists to the frame, he moved to the side. He reached over and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Justin's light cotton pants, "Lift," and tugged them off.

Even at this late hour it was still hot, and the occasional breeze that floated over them was a welcome relief, but Justin shivered almost imperceptibly once there was nothing between his slightly sweat-dampened skin and the night air.

Brian ran the tips of his fingers down the bumps of Justin's spine, ghosting them along the crack of his ass. He smacked the cheek closest to him once, "Up."

Justin moaned. There was almost no slack on the ties around his wrists, making moving more difficult, but he clumsily shifted onto his knees and forearms, his forehead resting against the cushion, as Brian stood next to him, watching.

Brian massaged a bit of lube idly down Justin's crack, and much too lightly teased his hole.

Justin blushed picturing how he must look. He blushed harder when Brian's palm spanked the same place on his bottom several times in a row, and he found himself moaning and pushing his ass back to meet each smack.

Brian massaged the reddened skin with one hand, and resumed playing with Justin's hole with the other – circling around it, over it, pressing against it until Justin was squirming under his touch and pushing back against his fingers. "Brian," Justin moaned.

He wanted to make Justin wait. Wanted to draw this out and torture him. Wanted Justin begging him to fuck him. Wanted it more because he knew Justin wanted it too.

Justin's pale skin was flushed and the sheen of sweat forming on top of it seemed to make it glow under the bright lights. Brian ran his palms appreciatively over the gorgeous ass thrust up and waiting just for him, a million dirty thoughts filtering through his mind. Brian ran his thumbs down the center, using them to spread Justin wide. His tongue followed the path of his thumbs until he was lapping the pink wrinkled skin.

He pushed his tongue inside a few times, tasting Justin, and then he withdrew completely, eliciting a groan of protest from Justin. Brian moved around to the head of the chair. He stroked his cock with one hand while he gently threaded his fingers through the silky blond strands before tightening his fist around them. He roughly pulled Justin's head up by his hair.

Justin gasped, tongue wetting his lips when he realized what Brian wanted. The lack of control he had over the blowjob he was about to give simultaneously making him uncomfortable and turned on.

Brian held Justin by his hair, positioning his dick in front of Justin's willing, open mouth, still sliding his own hand up and down the shaft. He bit his lip, holding back a moan as Justin's tongue darted out, first circling the head of his cock, before licking the slit. A thin strand of fluid hung briefly in the space between Brian's dick and Justin's tongue, connecting the two.

Brian couldn't suppress the moan that rumbled out of him at the sight. He started to move his hips back and forth, both hands cradling Justin's head, fucking his hot, wet, mouth with short thrusts. When he felt Justin start to pull his head forward, encouraging him, he moved deeper, until he was hitting the back of his throat.

Brian's head fell back as Justin took him all the way in and swallowed around his cock. He came, shooting down Justin's throat, his grip tightening around the blond hair tangled in his fingers.

"Fuck," Brian groaned as he pulled back, resting his hands on Justin's shoulders for a moment to steady himself.

Brian knelt down, caught Justin's self-satisfied smile, and shook his head. "Lay down."

Justin lowered himself down, scooting backwards so his arms were once again outstretched. He turned his head sideways and resting his cheek against one of his arms so that he could watch Brian as he checked the circulation in Justin's hands. Brian gently massaged Justin's wrists as he ran his thumbs beneath the ties, assuring himself that they hadn't somehow tightened. He leaned forward kissing Justin softly, then pulled back, carefully holding eye contact.

"Need me to untie these?"

"No."

"Want me to untie them?"

Justin hesitated, "No."

Brian loosened the ties a bit and stood up, "Turn over on your back."

"Pull your knees into your chest."

Justin followed the instructions, watching Brian curiously as he straddled the lounge, sitting so close his crotch had to be just inches from Justin's ass. Brian reached out and guided Justin's legs back down, draping them over his thighs on either side of him. Justin's moaned when he realized how exposed this left him, legs spread wide, ass slightly elevated.

His dick was already painfully hard and he could feel pre-come dripping onto his stomach.

Brian generously coated his fingers with lube. He pressed one against Justin's hole and easily slipped inside. He pushed in and out only a couple of times before adding a second. He slid them slowly in and out of Justin, waiting patiently to be asked for more. His other hand was resting on Justin's thigh, his thumb mindlessly tracing circles against the soft skin.

Brian's slow pace was quickly driving Justin insane. He tried to move closer, impale himself harder on Brian's fingers, and mentally cursed himself for not asking to be untied when he found he couldn't. "Oh God. Brian. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please. Fuck Me."

Brian laughed, "I am fucking you," he brushed his fingers against Justin's prostate for emphasis. Justin moaned loudly then muttered something that sounded a lot like asshole. Brian took pity on him, "Please. More?" He asked as he slid a third finger inside along the other two.

Justin cried out, bucking his hips.

"Or. Please. Harder?" Brian pulled them almost all the way out then pushed them back in faster than before.

"Yes. Please. Both. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me.Fuck.Me...."

Justin writhed in front of him, his words increasingly incoherent. Brian's own dick was almost fully hard again pressing against the fly of his jeans, but Justin, completely debauched and desperate to come, was a fucking beautiful sight. Brian decided he could wait.

His fingers deep inside of Justin, Brian kept his eyes on Justin's face as he brushed against his prostate again and told him to come. And he did. Hard.

After Justin's breathing started to even out, Brian eased his fingers back out and wiped them on Justin's discarded t-shirt. He used it wipe the come off of Justin's chest. He slid up alongside of Justin, and reached above his head to untie his wrists. Justin's eyes were closed and he seemed rather indifferent to Brian's movements as Brian repositioned them onto their sides so that he could lie next to Justin on the too-narrow-for-two-people lounge without crushing him.

"Did you pass out?"

Justin laughed, but he still didn't open his eyes, "Not yet. I really wish I wasn't lying naked on the tennis court though...Bed is a long way away," he murmured, snaking his arm around Brian's waist and already falling asleep.

The air was still warm and Brian thought it wouldn't hurt to let the kid sleep a few minutes before moving inside. Brian brushed a few sweat-drenched locks of hair away from Justin's face before tangling his fingers in the damp strands on the nape of his neck. As he too started to drift off, he mentally conceded that to an outside observer this probably looked a lot like cuddling.

Theme #4: Outdoors...6 of 8

2007-07-15T00:27:23Z

TITLE: Blame it on the Beer
AUTHOR: tigbit
WARNINGS: NC-17
SUMMARY: Well there’s this thing, you see, about beer.
A/N: I apologize if this is bad; it was written way, way early in the morning. :)

Brian blames it on the beer.

He remembers a definite line between rational and irrational thinking. He does not, however, remember crossing it. Alcohol does that to a person.

They’d been at Woody’s. Brian remembers a drinking game involving music and needless vibrato that he was far too superior to participate in until he realized that everyone else was laughing a little louder, swaying a little harder, and that he was being left behind. So he jumped on the Booze Train.

(He might or might not have whispered this to Justin, who also might or might not have pulled an invisible string in the air and mouthed “Choo-choo!” with cigarette breath. One can never be sure of such things while en route to Destination: Trashed)

Karaoke started at eleven, which cancelled out their drinking game in a matter of minutes. No one could understand the words well enough to play at that point, and so they migrated over to the pool table for a few rounds of drunken ball-hitting.

Brian was nearly gone. He and Justin shared some kind of Caribbean rum drink while Ted and Michael argued over who got the longest pool stick, although Justin most definitely hogged the straw. He nearly sucked half the drink away in a matter a minutes before Brian reminded him that the straw was a piece of plastic and not a cock. There really was no need to suck quite so hard, he said, even though he commended Justin on his technique.

And just as the last bit of the swirly red drink disappeared down Brian’s throat, he saw it:

The Line.

Small and a bit blurry, it waved its little line-like hand and grinned with its little line-like face. Brian knew for a fact that Justin and Michael and most definitely Ted (who was trying to compose his own drunken opera, at the moment) had stepped over the line without a second thought. Without so much as a fucking wave.

Brian wasn’t so sure about crossing over that little boundary just yet, but then Justin was saying something about his dick and using words like “massive” and “ass fuckage” and rubbing up against his leg like some kind of horny blond cat. It all sounded so fancy and special and interesting, so when Michael did some kind of victory dance and bought them all a round of beer, Brian drank it and continued to listen.

He listened for a long, long time.

***

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Brian growled and hit his steering wheel with both hands as he realized that he’d seen more green in the past ten minutes than he had during the entire Christmas season.

Justin huffed out a laugh and tried to snuggle up against the window. “I can’t believe you suggested it,” he said, and pulled his pillow up a little higher.

“There is no way I suggested this.” Brian was still adamant. “There is no way I would condone any kind of…” he spit out the word, “…outdoor frivolity.” He didn’t even remember telling everyone that he wanted to do this with Michael, Ben, and Justin. But he’d never backed down on a promise. Even if it was a drunk one.

“Yeah, well,” Justin yawned, “you did.”

Brian shook his head. “No way,” he said again, “There’s no fucking way I’d suggest…this.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. Michael and Ben turned off into a gravel (fucking gravel!) road ahead of them and Brian slowed down, bitching about his tires and ding marks.

“Camping?” Justin turned his head far enough to raise an eyebrow. His words shook a little from all the bouncing. “You must have wanted it subconsciously. Or else we wouldn’t be here.”

Brian shuddered. Justin had said the word. “Whatever. We’ll put up the tents, you’ll blow me, we’ll have a fire, you’ll blow me, and then maybe we can scare Mikey with our flashlight.” There was no way in hell he’d let anything interrupt his sex life. Woods or no.

“Mmm,” Justin sighed, and Brian was in awe that someone could manage to be sleepy in a jerking, bouncing car, “It’ll be fun. Lighten up.”

They drove in silence for a few more minutes until Brian pulled next to Michael and Ben, who had finally stopped next to a dark brown building - presumably to pay for their camping site. “Right,” he muttered, and tried to convince himself that this wasn’t the most idiotic, drunken idea he’d ever had. And nearly succeeded.

Until a bird pooped on his car.

***

It turned out Ben knew a thing or two about camping.

He set up Brian and Justin’s tent after fixing up his own in less than ten minutes, cleared away a spot for the fire, unpacked their supplies, and asked everyone what they wanted on their kebobs for dinner before Brian had enough time to complain about the flying things in the air.

“Well, it looks like we’re set,” Ben said, looking proud. “The only thing we’re missing is firewood. I think we could save time by splitting up and looking in different parts of the wood.” No one seemed to object, so he continued on. “Michael, you can stay here and watch over the site – make sure nothing tries to steal our food – and Justin, Brian, and I will go and find enough wood to cook our dinner. Okay? Great.” He smiled broadly and patted Brian on the shoulder as he swept past, breaking small twigs as he set off.

“Er,” Michael looked around the site, eyeing the coolers. “What would try and steal our food, exactly?”

Brian, sensing his opportunity, nonchalantly stripped down to his jeans and wifebeater. “Bears, I’d imagine.”

“B-bears?” Michael’s eyes grew wide.

Justin snickered, but tried to pull Brian along. There was only so much fun to be had in torturing Michael; the man made it too easy.

“Uh-huh,” Brian nodded, looking grave. “Or maybe a raccoon. Or a snake. Or possibly all three.”

Michael lowered his voice to a loud stage whisper. “But I don’t like snakes!” Like this was some big surprise; Michael was scared of can openers. “Where are you going?!” he choked out.

Justin had pulled Brian to the edge of the wood. Brian laughed a little and waved a short, solemn farewell. “See ya, Mikey,” he said, sounding grave. “Good luck keeping away the big, scare-wey animals.”

Michael squeaked and immediately jumped on top of the picnic table.

Way too easy.

***

It wasn’t so much fun to look for wood when one already had it.

Justin was goddamn sexy in his outfit. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt, which made it all the more easy to look at his little muscles as they reached for sticks and fallen branches. They’d already made two trips back to the campsite to drop off wood and by now, both Justin and Brian were covered in sweat. Brian watched it gather at the base of Justin’s spine as he bent down to pick up something new.

Fuck it.

“C’mere,” Brian said, and was secretly pleased when he noticed the glint in Justin’s eye. Bless his porny little soul.

Grinning a bit, Justin dropped the few things he’d been carrying and kicked them aside as he made his way over to Brian.

“Time for a break?” Justin leaned back on a tree and smiled as Brian stepped between his legs. His bangs were sticky with sweat and refused to move – even when he shook his head. They covered his right eye.

Brian leaned in and pushed their hips together, slowly rocking. “Something like that,” he said, and bent down.

He traced the edges of Justin’s lips with his tongue while Justin kept his face perfectly still, enjoying the attention. Brian moved his hands from Justin’s hips to behind his ears and pulled their faces closer. Closer.

Brian was faintly aware that something was moving near them as he sucked on Justin’s tongue. Something distinctly Ben-like. He could hear a faraway humming as Justin kicked his foot and shifted his body so he could press his crotch down on Brian’s knee.

Before long, Brian figured Justin must have heard and recognized the humming as well; he stopped pushing back on Brian’s leg and rested his hips against the tree trunk before trying to end the kiss. But Brian pushed in harder. Sucked harder. Held harder.

“Brian, stop.” Justin finally pulled away from the kiss and palmed away the spit on his jaw, flushed and smiling. “He’ll be here any second.” Seeing Brian’s slight frown, he laughed once and leaned in to press a quick peck against his neck before whispering. “But I promise I’ll let you fuck me in the tent when we have some time alone.”

Brian wanted to pout. Except he never fucking pouted. Like they’d ever have time alone this weekend; there was nowhere else for them to go except the campsite and the woods.

And then, an idea.

“Scared he’ll see you?”

Justin had turned his head to follow the sound, but as soon as Brian spoke he moved it back, slow and confused. “What the hell?” he asked, relaxing back against the tree.

“I said are you scared that he’ll see you?” Brian kept his voice low and serious. He stepped forward until there was absolutely no space between them and wriggled a hand down to pet Justin’s fly and hard cock through the denim.

Justin squirmed, dropping his bottom lip and sucking in a sharp breath when Brian squeezed. “I don’t…I don’t want him to see us like this,” he bit out. His face was turning pink.

“Really?” Brian used his weight to keep Justin pinned against the tree and used both of his hands to unzip Justin’s fly. Justin tried to wriggle away, but there was nothing he could do; Brian pulled his jeans down far enough to grab at Justin’s cock, stroking hard. “You really don’t?”

Justin moaned – half grumble, half whine. “No.”

“Don’t want him to see your cock?” Brian kept rubbing his thumb on the underside of the tip, stopping only to squeeze further down. “Don’t want him to see my hand on your dripping cock?” His other hand plucked at a nipple through Justin’s shirt and he relished in the soft whine and quick turn of Justin’s head. Leaned in and breathed against an ear. “Why don’t you want him to hear you moan?”

Tipping his head back against the tree, Justin squeezed his eyes shut as his cheeks grew darker. “I don’t…I can’t…” His body was fighting his mind.

“Sounds like he’s on his way.” He pressed the words into Justin’s neck and Justin squirmed against the tree – wriggling until he realized the bark pressed into his back. Brian lowered his voice even more. “I think you’d better hurry.”

Justin bit his lip to keep in the moan. He must have finally made up his mind; pulling Brian’s face to his own, he sucked on Brian’s ear, nose, chin, lips as he pumped his hips into Brian’s hand.
“C’mon,” Brian encouraged, pulling away his wet lips. “You’re almost there.”

Justin growled and Brian saw a quick flash of dark pink cheeks and tilted eyebrows before Justin pushed his face into Brian’s neck, huffing against his shoulder. His dick was slipping in and out of Brian’s hand faster, now – pre-come and sweat lubing the quick pull and squeeze. Breath escaped in the beginnings of moans and the endings of gasps. “Mm-oh, mm-oh.”

Brian felt a small swelling of pride. If Justin was like this with just a hand-job, there was no telling how vocal he’d be in a fuck. Especially a fuck right next to the other tent.

Ben was getting ridiculously close now – close enough for Brian to hear the twigs snapping under his feet. Louder every second. Time for the kill.

“I think he’s going to see you come, Justin.” Brian moved his hips in time with his hand, still rubbing through Justin’s shirt. “He’s here, he’s close. And you’re almost there.” Not a lie.

“No…” Brian could feel Justin’s abs clenching, could feel him scrunching his face against his neck. “Oh g—” He groaned in his throat when he came, pulling Brian closer with his hands and squeezing tight, tight, tight as his body clenched and released.

He panted into Brian’s neck long enough to gain back the steady breathing of his breath. Long enough to realize that Ben was still around, puttering in the forest and still humming that ridiculous song.

“Shit, Brian,” Justin said, finally pushing himself off of the tree. “Shit.” He bent down to pick up the pants that had fallen on the ground – using his underwear to wipe away the come and stuffing it in his pocket when he’d finished.

He was so cute when he was flustered.

“You’re fine,” Brian reminded him, “He didn’t see you.”

Justin hid his face in his hands for one quick moment, shaking his head. “God, I can’t believe we did that,” he groaned out, still embarrassed. He lightly smacked Brian on the chest as he tiptoed past, looking for Ben.

“I think he’s heading back,” Brian said, looking over Justin’s shoulder.

Justin turned around and snorted. “It figures,” he said, before scrunching his face and reaching a hand around to scratch at his back. “Nothing better have been on that tree, Brian. I don’t want to leave here with some…wood virus, or anything.” So, so serious. Still cute.

“Mmm,” Brian leaned forward and pecked a kiss on his nose, “we can’t have that.”

Justin smiled for one long moment, reaching forward to run a dirty, smelly hand over Brian’s cheek. “Now I can’t wait for tonight. When it’s your turn.” He grinned again, mischievous, and cupped Brian through his pants.

“Can’t wait.”

Theme 4: Outdoors...5 of 8

2007-07-15T00:24:50Z

Title: Outside
Author: testdog65 aka Ellen
Time frame Post-513
Warnings: NC-17
A/N: Thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!

“Harder, Brian,” moans Justin, desperate for Brian to tighten his grip, stroke faster.

“Mmm, not yet.” Brian’s voice is low and filled with his own desire as he continues to tease Justin, keeping him on edge, but not giving him what he needs to come. Justin is leaning face-first against the side of Debbie’s house, Brian pressed against his back, his mouth at Justin’s ear. A cool breeze plays at the sweat beading on Justin’s forehead.

They’re not fucking. Not yet. Justin’s pants are open, his hard cock sliding through Brian’s loose fist. He tries to angle himself for more friction, move his hips faster, anything to get what he needs as he gasps out “More.” But Brian’s pressed too tightly against him, with a firm grip on his hip. Justin squirms and takes some satisfaction in Brian’s not quite stifled moan as he presses his own hard cock, still encased in his jeans, against the curve of Justin’s ass.

Dinner at Debbie’s with the usual suspects has been a protracted study in torture for Brian tonight, as Justin has taken every opportunity to entice him with a look, a touch, a whispered promise. The fact that he is wearing tight fitting low-slung pants and a shirt that just skims the waistband only adds to the tease. Halfway through the meal, Brian had pushed back his chair, declaring an urgent need for a cigarette and making his way out to the backyard. It hadn’t taken Justin more than a minute to join him, and in even less time, Brian had moved them into their current position.

He had meant to engage Justin in a bit more payback before fucking him within an inch of his life, but is finding the idea of waiting less and less appealing as Justin’s moans grow louder and more insistent. Deciding that payback is highly overrated, he makes quick work of freeing his own cock and unwrapping a condom. Finally, he pushes Justin’s pants down further past his hips, at the same time leaning his upper body in, forcing Justin to bend over and offer his ass in the process. Brian is pushing in then, both knowing they have only a few more minutes before someone decides they’ve been gone long enough and comes looking for them. Not that they would stop.

Brian pushes past the initial resistance, barely giving Justin a chance to take a breath before he is in all the way. His arm is across Justin’s chest and he pulls back, forcing Justin to stand up straight, and in the process, impale himself on Brian’s cock. Brian’s hand clamps over Justin’s mouth to muffle the moan that otherwise would have alerted the rest of the dinner guests to their activities. As if they didn’t know already.

Leaving slow and controlled for another time, Brian thrusts in with hard, short strokes, brushing Justin’s prostate with each pass. Justin is being held almost immobile, up on his toes and unable to move more than a few inches in either direction. But Brian holds his cock in the hand that isn’t muffling his mouth, and Justin has just enough leverage to fuck into Brian’s fist.

As their pace increases, Justin begins to lick and bite at Brian’s palm, and the added sensations only heighten Brian’s need for more, harder, now. His breath is ragged against the side of Justin’s face, and god he needs this fuck, has needed it from the moment he laid eyes on Justin at baggage claim. The delay has only served to heighten that need. He can tell that Justin’s close, his leaking precome slicking and sliding the path of Brian’s hand as he increases the speed and pressure of his stroking.

“Brian,” Michael calls from around the corner. “Justin? You two out here?” Michael’s footsteps crunch across the ground as he searches for the errant dinner guests.

“Don’t stop,” says Justin, and Brian feels the words against the palm of his hand.

“Don’t worry… not stopping for… anything.” Brian continues to thrust, the movement of his hips becoming erratic as he feels his balls begin to tighten.

“Hey guys, if you’re out here, Ma’s about to serve dessert, and…” His voice trails off as he rounds the corner of the house.

“Geez, can’t you two even make it through dinner without a fuck break?” But his voice is filled with laughter as he turns to head back into the house. Brian groans, so close, so close. “I’ll tell her you won’t be long,” and Michael’s laughing outright now.

Undeterred by the interruption, Brian gives a final thrust, while at the same time pumping harder on Justin’s desperately leaking cock. He stills as his orgasm flows through him, feeling Justin pulse and spill a second later.

*****

“Tell me again why we didn’t fuck at the airport as soon as you picked me up?” Justin leans against the side of the house, Brian next to him as they share a post-fuck smoke.

Brian takes a drag from his cigarette before responding, feeling much more relaxed after finally spending some time up Justin’s ass.

“I seem to recall you saying something about not wanting to be late for dinner, and insisting that we would be if we stopped to fuck.” Brian’s tone holds a note of light-hearted accusation.

Justin grabs the cigarette from Brian’s hand, taking his own drag, the smoke filling his lungs.

“Oh, yeah,” he finally says. “And how come you listened to me?”

Brian doesn’t answer for a minute, mostly because he isn’t really sure. Eventually, a knowing smile crosses his face as he glances over at Justin. Justin’s look of innocence is a bit tainted.

“You little shit. You did this on purpose. First with the ‘no fuck or we’ll be late’ excuse and then with the torture. That’s a dangerous game to be playing, little boy. Very dangerous.” Brian’s voice had started out light and teasing, but he finishes with a dark and foreboding tone.

Justin shivers as he feels his cock stir, despite his recent orgasm. He glances up at Brian through his lashes and says quietly, “I don’t suppose letting you fuck me outside of Debbie’s house in the middle of dinner makes up for it?”

“No, Justin, I don’t suppose it does.”

Justin only pauses for a second before responding. “Do you think it would be rude to leave before dessert?”

Theme #4: Outdoors...4 of 8

2007-07-15T00:18:04Z

Title: Seeing Stars
Author: tweedygal
Timeline: Post 513
Warnings: It's porn, be warned.
A/N: This is my first foray into porn. It's sort of scary. I couldn’t have even thought about doing this without the best beta ever, catcayman. Also, thanks to not_yet_defined. She posted a little story starter at qaf_drabbles that I thought fit right in with my idea and gave me all kinds of coding and other help.

Justin watched the fireworks exploding above. The early July heat caused bits of freshly cut grass to stick to his naked sweat-drenched skin...

He woke with a start, his arm slung over his face. The noise of the fireworks was gone. He shifted a little and started to drift back to sleep. The air had grown cooler and a slight breeze carried the smells of the barbeque grill and chlorine from the pool.

"Justin."

Brian's voice jarred him awake again. He moved his arm and slowly blinked up, unconsciously licking his lips. The way Brian said his name, so softly and intimately, made Justin's stomach flip. He realized they were alone and reached his hand down to his cock and found...the rough fabric of swim trunks. Not naked at all.

"I guess I was just dreaming," he thought ruefully and with a touch of disappointment. He loved sex outside. Aside from the alley near Babylon, Justin hadn't experienced much of it.

Brian was standing above him, his erection pushing out the denim of his jeans, a slow smile crossing his features. Justin's stomach did that little flip again and this time his cock did too.

"Where is everyone?"

"Mel and Linds left with the kids about an hour ago and everyone else just left."

"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" Justin asked.

"Emmett said you looked too pretty to bother," Brian said. "Besides, we'll see them all again tomorrow."

"Now," he added, "C'mere."

Brian held out a hand. Justin took it and Brian pulled him to his feet and against his chest in one motion. Justin reached his arms around Brian's waistband Brian put a hand on the side of Justin's face and rubbed his thumb slowly against his cheek as he bent to kiss him. He took his time, licking slowly at Justin's teeth and lower lip before thrusting his tongue into Justin's mouth and kissing deeply. His hands instantly tangled into Justin's hair, pulling and tugging. Justin tightened his grip on Brian's waist, slid his hands up under his shirt and moaned softly into Brian's mouth.

Suddenly, Brian broke the contact, gasping slightly. He reached down and grabbed Justin's waistband and turned to walk back to the house. "I want you to blow me," he said, his voice low.

Justin didn't follow; digging his heels in a bit. Brian took one step before he was stopped in his tracks. He turned slightly and looked back at Justin, a hint of annoyance on his face.

"What the fuck?"

Justin licked his lips and blinked, slowly, as he gazed up at Brian. Brian raised an eyebrow, and Justin pulled him back toward him.

“Out here.”

Justin started to slide to his knees, but Brian grabbed both of Justin's hands just above the wrists in a half-hearted attempt to stop him.

"Brian," Justin breathed, looking up as he continued to move down, despite Brian's hold on him. Brian let out a small sigh of defeat, put both of Justin's wrists into his left hand and held them to his chest. He reached down with his right hand and unbuttoned his faded jeans and slid them down just past his ass. As his cock sprang free, Brian dropped Justin's hands and grabbed two handfuls of blond hair, rubbing his thumbs across Justin's scalp. Brian felt Justin's warm breath on his cock, and he involuntarily thrust slightly forward, hard as a rock.

Now that his hands were free, Justin reached his right hand around to rest against Brian's ass and grasped his cock at the base with the other, slowly tugging the skin forward as he leaned in just a bit to lick the underside. His tongue flattened as he pulled to the front and then lapped at the head, tongue swirling all around. He sucked in, just the head at first, still stroking with his hand. He sucked in more and moaned, sucking harder as Brian filled his mouth.

Brian bucked his hips forward the tiniest bit and then held himself very still, only his fingers clenching in Justin's hair.

Justin glanced up and saw Brian staring at him -- and his own dick throbbed in the confines of his trunks. He opened his mouth wider and swallowed as much as he could. Brian's hands pulled at his hair, moving to the back of Justin's head, and he began pushing himself into Justin's hot mouth. Justin closed his eyes and his mind focused on the one thing he wanted right now -- the cock that was thrusting into his face. He waited as Brian pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again as far as he could. The night air felt cool around him, but his mouth felt hot -- and full and fucked.

Brian' s head fell back as he began to fuck Justin's mouth in earnest, his eyelids fluttering as he felt himself losing control. The thought that he should slow down and pace himself died half-formed when Justin moaned loudly around his cock and cupped Brian's balls in one hand, stroking and rubbing. Brian looked down again, still thrusting. Justin had his other hand working at the strings of his swim trunks. He reached down and knocked Justin's arm aside and growled, "Not yet."

He buried his hands back into Justin's hair and thrust into him almost wildly. He groaned loudly as his orgasm sparked through him and he shot into Justin's mouth. Justin's throat worked as he swallowed, tasting and feeling the heat as Brian began to slow his hips. Justin swallowed one last time as Brian pulled out of his mouth, wrapping both arms around Brian's ass and resting his head against his thigh, catching his breath.

Brian's hands never moved from Justin's hair, tangling, then letting go, then stroking softly at the strands. And they stayed there when Justin pulled himself back up, only stopping when Justin pulled them down and settled them around his neck. Even then, he fondled the bits sticking to the back of Justin's neck.

They kissed, almost chastely, and Brian put his forehead to Justin's, smiling and closing his eyes. Justin reached for one of Brian's hands and turned to walk back to the house. Brian didn't move, but reached out and hooked his hand in the waistband of Justin's trunks.

"Let's stay outside a while."

Justin turned back and this time put his hands on Brian's shoulders. Brian slid down Justin's body, pulling his trunks down with him. Justin wove his hands into Brian's hair, and let his head fall back. He looked up at the stars and grinned.

Theme #4: Outdoors...3 of 8

2007-07-15T00:12:49Z

TITLE: Going Out
AUTHOR: Xie
WARNINGS: This is a porn challenge. It’s porn.
A/N: Set somewhere in the “Only Time” Xieverse, maybe a year or two post-Risks. Beta'd by the porny lovely testdog65.
The first thing Brian did was slip a tab of Ecstasy into my mouth while we were dancing. His tongue stroked mine once and it was there. I let it dissolve and swallowed. I kissed him for a long time.

The music didn’t change. The lights didn’t change. I felt warm and then cool. I laughed against his throat, his mouth, and he pulled me outside.

I would have asked where we were going, to the house or the loft or the alley, but I didn’t care. He tugged on my hand, and I followed him. The streetlight was shining on the side of the club. A sharp shadow cut the light, and I followed him into it. I felt its sharp edge, but not like a knife, just like something I could fall off, into him. Laughing.

He pressed me against the wall in the darkness. The car was only ten feet away. It was too far. He was spreading my thighs with his knee, he was opening my jeans and yanking them down. He tried to turn me against the rough wall, but I didn’t want it that way. I wanted him deep, deep inside me. I wanted him to fill me up.

I fell onto my hands and knees and he fell with me. His finger was pressing against my opening, and it was wet, one finger sliding around, then in and out. One finger, two fingers, spreading me, making me ache and moan and writhe back against his knuckles.

Then his cock, slick and hot, leaking against my hole, pressing into me. One long thrust, one short withdrawal, another plunge. My knees were burning and my palms were raw. I didn’t care. I didn’t even really notice. I’m not sure I knew my own name.

Brian’s hand slapped at my ass and I pushed back harder. Burning everywhere, in my ass, my hands, my knees, my mouth from kissing him while we danced, before I ended up here on my hands and knees. On the pavement, Brian’s teeth biting at the skin on the back of my neck.

His balls hit my thighs, and I heard a cry. A second later, I realized it came from me. Everything felt out of sync, distant, strange, like I was hyperaware and not really there, both at the same time. He pushed into me again, then pulled back, slid his cock once over my prostate, held himself deep in me, almost not breathing, until I begged him to fuck me, fuck me Brian.

His hand came down and covered mine. He was leaning over my back, curling around me. I lifted my hand and he slipped his under it, palm down.

I felt the heat of his skin burn into the raw places on my hand, little bits of grit between us. I felt the head of his cock bump over my prostate, the feather touch of his breath on my neck, his jeans rough on the back of my thighs. And everything burning hotter and hotter inside me.

Brian’s left hand moved off my hip and onto my cock. His touch knew my cock, knew every ridge and curve and vein. His thumb stroked over the head, pressed on my slit, my asshole stretching around his cock, my balls tightening and pulling up. He said my name once in my ear, hot breath, tongue flat on the side of my neck. He licked me, groaning, fucking me, my one hand on his, the other still raking against the rough ground.

I counted in my mind. One thrust over my prostate. Two. On the fifth one, I thought, I’d come. I counted. Three. Four.

He lost his rhythm. He froze, then moved again, then held still. I felt it, the sudden overflow of his come filling me, burning me inside, like pressure that had nowhere to go until it suddenly did, pouring out of me, too, over his hand, between his fingers, onto the ground.

He was holding me around my waist, to keep me from falling down onto the pavement. He pulled me back, rocking onto his heels, my ass still full of his cock.

I let my head fall back on his shoulder. I closed my eyes against the glare from the streetlight on the other side of the building.

I felt his cock softening inside me. Everything wet slipping out. I heard Brian’s voice saying my name. He said it a second time, quietly. I opened my eyes, and turned to look at him, the shadow still covering us. I whispered that I loved him, loved his cock inside of me, his skin, his tongue in my mouth.

Or maybe I just murmured against his skin. Maybe it was just his name.

Theme #4: Outdoors...2 of 8

2007-07-15T00:09:54Z

TITLE: Green Icing
AUTHOR: Niguita_Gia
WARNINGS: None
A/N: No time for a beta so forgive any mistakes I made. I'm not at all sure if I'm satisfied with this.. but I’m posting it anyway cause having written it… Comments are loved and I hope everyone enjoys it.

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“Brian, aren’t we far enough away from the car and pavilion already? It's going to rain soon.”

“Justin those were picnic tables with… fire… pit things and many other children that are not Gus… loud ones… and desserts with pink and green icing and did you not see the cake?” When Justin did nothing to demonstrate the immense amount of sympathy he had for Brian in return for suffering through this anguish, he sighed, “And I wouldn’t want to traumatise the poor tykes.”

Justin froze, “Is this what this is?” he demanded gesturing around him at the Pittsburgh wilderness “You, dragging me out so you can fuck me out from under the ear shot of all the kids?”

“Um… actually no. It had more to do with my in-suppressible need to kill or swear loudly at that red head but now that you mention it… that’s not a bad idea.” Brian looked around for a good patch of grass to push Justin onto or a tree strong enough to stand a force nine fuck. He was feeling… decidedly aggravated.

“Brian, I don’t think Nick’s dad is gay.”

“Sadly I actually agree with you. Even though I’m pretty sure I'd be capable of changing his mind... I meant the other red head.” Justin’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head thoughtfully.

“Nick’s dad was the only red head.” He decided

“Justin,” Brian sounded frustrated, “Red heads don’t all have to be male. Don’t be obtuse.”

Justin’s eyes widened exaggeratedly “There were people that weren’t male at a parent, student, kindergarten picnic thing? No! How did I not notice this? Better question, why the fuck did you?” Justin asked pointedly.

“She kept touching my arm and trying to sympathise with my plight. How was I supposed to miss that? And her breasts… Martians couldn’t avoid those. She speaks in exclamation marks. It's annoying not to mention…”

Justin interrupted “What plight? I thought you were perfect.”

Brian frowned, “I am, but I suppose perfection can be tampered with when my wife, leaves me after having fallen in love with another woman.” For once Justin was left kinda speechless.

“Then who the fuck am I?”

“My nephew, the babysitter, Lindsey’s kid brother… adopted… who the fuck knows?”

“And you called me obtuse?” Justin said sarcastically. He turned and noticed their surroundings for the first time. A clearing with a single table obviously meant for those happy campers who hoped for a more solitary lunch. No wandering parents and no one playing hide and seek, he couldn’t even hear the noise of the occasional screaming child. They were quite alone. He smiled to himself and turned his attention back to Brian.

Brian continued talking, “Yeah well straight women… who can even claim to understand them. They either want to be us… or convert us.”

“Us… as in you or us as in all gay men in general?” Justin asked seriously trying to keep a straight face.

Brian’s pointed look made it clear to Justin who it was that was so irresistible to straight women. “I hate this shit. I exist only by extension of my kid’s name. Gus’s Dad! That’s it! Nothing else!”

“Well don’t be so hard on yourself… you forgot you’re also – a single Dad, divorcee and sexually deprived obviously, what with being straight and all, not to mention fresh meat.”

“I am and will never be a cliché.”

“Too late.” Justin grimaced, smiling innocently. “Forgive me for my role in it but…” Brian pushed him back until the back of his thighs hit something low and raised a brow. Justin just smiled and continued to talk. “Hi, I must be your mid life crisis, or the young secretary your having an affair and cheating on your wife with, or… hey I could be your Boy toy that’s a good guess, or how about…” Brian shut him up with a brutal kiss that left Justin with bruised lips, panting for more and better yet – completely incapable of speech.

Barely pulling back Brian muttered into his mouth, “Don’t piss me off, right now Justin. Or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Clutching at Justin’s hips and lifting him up until he sat on the edge of the picnic table he had backed them up against Brian latched on to Justin’s swollen, pink lips again.

Justin’s arms curved round Brian’s neck and pulled his body in closer, “Please.” He nipped at Brian’s full lower lip and tried to kiss him but Brian pulled back.

“Please what?”

Shrugging and smiling in that innocent way he had which was usually immediately preceded a lot of not so innocent activities Justin replied, “Be irresponsible.”

Brian laughed and shook his head. His hand curved around Justin’s neck the tip of his thumb hooking into that hollow under the chin that demanded Justin’s complete compliance. He could feel Justin’s pulse quicken under the palm of his hand.

Justin had no choice but to look back steadily into Brian’s face. It was such a turn on to know that if he moved his head, if he tried to free himself, if he did anything that Brian didn’t want him to do, that… well he couldn’t. To be in Brian’s control, to be held down by him unable to do what he wanted, or breathe properly it drove Justin nuts and it made him so hard. He swallowed and felt the pressure round his neck tighten. He moaned and Brian bowed his head to lick over his lips.

Brian moved his other hand to cover Justin’s crotch, just pressure, a presence to be felt, one that was… there but not quite there where Justin wanted him, there. “Open!” Brian commanded and Justin spread his legs. Brian shook his head and tapped his fingers under Justin’s chin. Justin whimpered as he forced his mouth open, the pressure ever increasing against his oesophagus. Brian’s tongue dipped into his mouth and Justin moaned and tried to kiss him back, sloppily.

Suddenly he felt himself get wet and not in the place he usually felt any kind of wetness during normal foreplay. He blinked, confused and his eyes darted around as Brian’s tongue explored the inside of his mouth. Brian pulled back annoyed that he had lost Justin’s complete attention.

Brian didn’t let go of his throat as he forcibly tipped Justin onto his back. The suddenness of the movement made Justin gasp and his hands reach out to steady himself as the world titled abruptly. Justin still ended up flat on his back but his hands clutched at the material of Brian’s shirt and it gave him some measure of control… or at least the illusion of it.

Brian loomed over him, stroking more insistently over the material that covered Justin’s crotch. Justin compared him to the darkening clouds overhead. The tense pressure that he could feel surrounding him and in him, the air was thick with heat and need and heavy with moisture and passion. He could feel the raindrop that had landed on his arm slowly drip down towards his elbow, making him shiver.

Raising both his arms to curl his fingers round Brian’s wrist Justin pulled, testing his strength. Brain’s hand remained steady and unmoving around his neck. His ass, rested on the very edge of the table and Justin could feel the heat from Brian’s body where his ass pressed against Brian’s crotch. Brian was hard.

Brian began to unbutton and unzip Justin’s trousers pulling them down so that his cock sprung free. “No underwear?” Justin shook his head wordlessly and thrust his hips into Brian’s exploring fingers. Brian grinned appreciatively and he let go of Justin’s throat, quite certain now that Justin was incapable of struggle or even talking himself out of the good fucking that awaited him. The raindrops started falling, light and sporadic.

“Brian it's gonna rain. Fuck me quickly and maybe we can avoid getting wet.” Justin voiced, his voice low and husky, appealing, tempting.

“No! I want you wet.” Brian curled his fingers around Justin’s length and started to tug leisurely.

“Brian please!” he raised a hand to Justin’s mouth and gave him two fingers to suck on with the added bonus of shutting him up for a while. Justin needed to save up his begging and pleading for when Brian’s cock was up his ass. Removing his fingers once they were sufficiently coated Brian lowered Justin’s trousers a bit further so that he could have better access to his ass. He taunted and teased just rubbing his fingers round Justin’s entrance without pressing inside. He watched as Justin’s eyes began to glaze over with need. His hand continued to stroke up his shaft but he avoided the sensitive head that would have enhanced Justin’s need for immediate release.

When Justin seemed to give in and just accept a long pointless jerking session Brian thrust his two fingers into his ass hard and fast making Justin jolt away from him and his eyes fly open with surprise and renewed lust.

Twisting his fingers round, stretching Justin out and watching as cum started to bubble up from the slit of Justin’s cock. Brian bent forward and sucked hard on the head. Justin’s hips jerked up and he moaned, his ass tightening around Brian’s insistent fingers. Brian pulled his fingers out his actions hurried now as his need and desire hit him all at once and became more desperate.

Brian lifted both of Justin’s legs until his feet were flat on the edge of the table. He concentrated on unlacing one of the dirty old trainers and contemplated throwing it onto the ground but reconsidered when he looked up and saw the dark clouds above. Justin would bitch and moan if he made him walk back with a wet and squelchy shoe. He put it on the bench under the picnic table and started to pull off Justin’s jeans. He left one leg free and the second leg bunched up around Justin’s ankle.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Justin’s hand crept down his abdomen and began to stroke his cock hurriedly as if hoping to get off before Brian noticed. He grinned ruefully and, keeping an eye on the boy’s balls, began to loosen his own belt and tug his dark Armani jeans down just below his ass. Snagging a lubed condom out of his pocket, slicking it on, he aligned himself to Justin’s hole but he didn’t thrust in.

“Justin!” Brian warned and watched as his head jerked up and their eyes met. Justin let go of his dick and pushed his hips down hopping to coax Brian’s cock into his ass.

“Now! Brian, now… I want you now.” Brian pressed in. He could feel Justin’s hole open and spread out to take him but he stopped before the head of his cock fully entered him. Justin moaned and shifted down again but Brian grabbed onto his waist and held him still.

Justin knew that the pain of entry was going to overwhelm him. Brian had barely prepared him and the lubed condom was not enough and he was going to feel… really feel that burning stretch of initial penetration and God how he wanted to feel it. When he felt the drops of water begin to land on him and then stream down over his body it was like having cold wet hands begin to stroke all of his nerve endings. The duelling sensations of something cold making him so hot and the freedom of fucking outside during the middle of the day and the pressure of Brian’s hot cock against his opening made him need in a way that he hadn’t for… since last time. He tried to push down again already exasperated with this nearly, almost, but not quite pleasure thing that Brian was playing with.

“So impatient. I should make you wait… just because I can.” The rain started falling steadily. The light drops that they had felt earlier had not warned them to the strength of the coming summer storm. Justin had his fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands mindlessly as he tried to force Brian’s cock to get into him but Brian was taking his fucking time. Justin watched him as his face, eyes closed tilted up to feel the rain wash over his skin. His long neck stretched up, exposed and Justin tried to reach out to pull him down so he could suck on the pulse in Brian’s neck.

Brian heard Justin whimper and turned back to the matters at hand. Looking down at Justin stretched out for him, waiting for the thrust that would bring him in, bring him his pleasure. Brian grinned and pushed in slightly, then pulled back again and Justin’s grunt of frustration made him do it again and again. Never entering him, only torturing.

It started to really rain then and Brian watched as Justin’s white t-shirt got wetter and began to stick and mould to his skin. Unable to wait any longer Brian pushed his hips forward and forced himself into Justin, strong and steady. Justin’s naked leg rose up and curled around his hip pulling him in closer, groaning. His other leg, his jeans still hanging off of his ankle pressed down on the picnic bench underneath as he lifted his ass up and Brian slid in further and deeper inside of him.

Brian groaned as Justin’s tight ass opened up to him. “Jesus! There is nothing better than watching your ass swallow my cock.” He waited for Justin to adjust to his size, “You’re so small and tight I never think you can take all of me… all of anything I ever stuff in your tight little hole.” He began to thrust slowly in and out, “But you love getting your ass fucked by anything, by me. The feeling as it stretches open, the feeling of being so full of me. God it drives you crazy. Doesn’t it?”

Justin’s head arched back as he felt Brian enter him again, harder this time and he felt the feeling of being so full buzz through him. “Yes, God yes. I love it so much, too much.” He felt high and soo good… soo good. Slowly Brian began to withdraw then slide in steadily and then… again harder and harder until he could feel his ass sting and he new he’d feel this brutal pounding for hours after it had finished. His cock got even harder with that thought. Every time Brian hit his prostate fire and heat flared through his body making him numb and feel too much at the same time.

Justin moved his hand down to where Brian was entering his body. “I love the feeling of you when you move inside me.” he panted cause he just had to make sure that Brian knew that… that this was everything… God there was nothing better than this.

Brian’s hips snapped up hard against his ass again and Justin covered his eyes with his hands. Brian kept one hand on Justin’s hip, angling him up to take him and making sure that Justin’s body didn’t move on the rough wooden table with the force of his thrusts. His other hand began to trace patterns on Justin’s chest. Still covered with his t-shirt, the wet and heavy material moved over his skin in a strange way that made each tug be felt everywhere the shirt touched his skin.

Brian bent forward and latched his mouth around the dark round smudge, which indicate the position of Justin’s nipple. Sucking on the material, sucking out some of the water that the cotton had absorbed. His hips continued to drive into Justin’s ass and he could feel Justin getting close. He could tell by the meaningless words that Justin spoke and mumbled and used to plead, that Justin was close. He stopped his determined assault and started to rotate his hips so that his cock stroked pass Justin’s prostate repeatedly but didn’t hit it hard in the way he knew Justin needed to get off.

Justin cried out and felt himself move away from the climax he had been about to reach. His body calmed down and he opened his eyes to look up at Brian. He looked like he had been crying, his eyes all bleary and unfocused, barely open to protect them from the rain. He moved the hand that he had let drop, after he had touched his fingers to his hole to feel the place where Brian breached his body, towards his cock so that he could stroke himself to make up for the loss of Brian’s steady pounding.

But Brian stopped him, lacing their fingers together and then pinning their entwined hands to the table besides Justin’s head. As he bent over him and began to slowly thrust into him again. The speed and force of Brian’s cock driving into him increased and Justin could feel his body race towards completion. He couldn’t wait much longer and he began to mindlessly beg for him, beg for anything, beg for this to be it. He was so sure that if Brian stopped again his cock would explode and he would die a painful and unsatisfied death.

Brian felt his balls begin to tighten and new he didn’t have the stamina right now to torture Justin for any longer. Bringing his hand down along Justin’s torso until his fingers curled around Justin hard, red, weeping cock he began to jerk him off.

Justin thrust his hips up and down his ass onto Brian’s cock and then his dick into his fist. His world tilted and he could feel heat gather itself at the base of his spine. His balls tightened painfully and he opened his mouth as Brian’s name spilled from his lips repetitively, mantra like even. His brain shattered and a kaleidoscope of colours exploded behind his eyes as he shuddered his completion. Cum shot out of his dick coating his wet chest and absorbed into his t-shirt. The rain quickly washed the rest of it away. The sun was already breaking through the clouds and the rain started to slow down.

Brian had watched Justin’s eyes roll back into his head and had felt his anal muscles rippling and clenching around his cock. He continued to thrust into him erratically until he shot into Justin’s ass, groaning and collapsing on to Justin’s chest.

Justin, his eyes closed enjoyed the drops of rain that fell on his face. He liked his lips trying to catch some of the moisture until Brian bent forward and caught his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. Justin decided that as kisses go he preferred Brian’s kisses to the rain’s… but he definitely liked Brian rain kisses a lot. They were wet and sloppy and went from soft and lazy to hard and brutal in seconds. The rain began to slow down while they recuperated until it eased up completely.

Finally Brian lifted up and pulled himself out of Justin’s ass. The accompanying hiss made him stroke his fingers over Justin’s hole to quickly check the he was okay. Justin’s contented sigh indicated that he was. Brian smiled and began to dress himself.

“You just fucked me on a picnic table at your four year olds end of year kindergarten summer tea party thing.”

“So?”

“I was just saying it out loud… trying to absorb the fact.”

“Justin you are not focusing on the important part of the sentence – I just fucked you! – who cares where or when it was.”

“Oh, right. I noticed… you know, the orgasm. It was nice.” Justin stated dreamily.

Brian rolled his eyes and held out his arm to help Justin up. Justin eyed it in bleary-eyed confusion then stared up at him questioningly. Sighing, resigned Brian began to dress him, although he drew the line at tying his shoelaces. When Justin seemed vaguely presentable again Brian grabbed onto his forearms and pulled him up into a seated position. They began to walk back towards the party.

They approached the big wooden pavilion where it seemed everyone had retreated during the sudden storm. The children where already freeing themselves from the strong clutches of worried mothers and had began to play in puddles. Hearing the shrieking wail of a little girl who had slipped and whose pink dress was now… not so pink, Brian turned around and away quite prepared to get into the car and drive away immediately. It seemed though that he had been too slow cause his gaze was drawn to the fast approaching floating tits of the women who had kept hitting on him all afternoon.

She looked up at him smiling in that huge fake bland sort of way, “Gus’s Dad! Did you get caught in the rain with your…?” her eyes shifted over to where Justin stood just slightly behind him trying to twist the excess water from the bottom of his t-shirt waiting for confirmation to precisely which meaningless role it was that Justin had in his lives.

Brian sighed annoyed then glancing over his shoulder to where Justin stood stiffly he grinned wickedly at him and turned back to face the… woman. “Fuck-buddy, lover, boyfriend, partner… yes actually we did get caught in the rain. It's amazing how unbelievable, gut wrenching sex and multiple orgasms…” Justin snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. Brian looked at him sharply daring him to refute that comment with a sinister smile, which was a promise of punishments to come if he did. Justin raised an eyebrow and waited for Brian to continue. “…can distract you from a little thing like rain. Why, on the way back I nearly had to force the babysitter to the ground and have my way with him again just cause his shirt was all wet and see-through and stuck to his chest and I could see his hard, dark nipples… But the boy was shivering and I know I shouldn’t abuse and take advantage of the hired help. I only hire male secretaries you know… they’re always willing to give a helping hand.” Brian’s accompanying, lewd hand gesture did not allow for misunderstandings.

Red head’s large bulging eyes widened, she gasped and placed a carefully manicured hand over her painted mouth and hurried off muttering about disgusting homosexual, crude, pretty men, who are already taken.

“You made me sound like a slut.” Justin frowned.

“You are a slut.” Justin opened his mouth to argue, but Brian interrupted and pointed over his shoulder. “I just fucked you on a picnic table at my four year olds end of year kindergarten summer tea party thing… you were begging for it. Wasn’t it you who mentioned that? And don’t argue about the begging and pleading and the incoherent mind numbing pleasure…” Justin’s mouth clicked firmly shut, “I heard you. I know you.”

“But I feel like a slut three times over. Not only do you have a slut for a partner but one for a babysitter and a male secretary. That’s like three peoples worth of slut.”

“That makes sense. The reason I keep you around is cause you’re three times the slut anyone else can be. See we match… how married of us.” He returned sarcastically. “Now go find Lindsey so that you can tell her we are leaving… cause we need to dry ourselves and then I'm taking you back to the loft where I will oh so kindly strip you of your wet garments and then proceed to fuck you into oblivion… again.”

“How gracious of you and all out of the goodness of your own heart, I suppose? I shall do just as you say and scurry off to do your bidding.” Rolling his eyes Justin strolled off leisurely to get one of those cup cakes that Brian had mentioned. Who gave a fuck if they had green Shrek icing… and as payback he’d make sure that Brian ate some too – from his lips to God’s… well, Brian’s mouth actually.

Theme #4: Outdoors...1 of 8

2007-07-15T00:06:58Z

Title: TAKING BACK

Author: happier_bunny

A/N: NC-17 (d'uh). Thanks to my beloved xie_xie_xie for the beta!

Set after the closing scene of 313.

I followed Brian down the steps of Woody's into the crisp November air. A fire pulsed through my body when I thought about being suspended from school and the fact that Brian really was unemployed. I sensed the same energy radiating off Brian as we headed down the alley towards the 'vette, our shoulders occasionally bumping into each other.

It was a quiet, dark night and I noticed that there were no stars or light from the moon. I knew it was going to snow.

I stumbled when Brian stopped abruptly and grabbed my arm.

"What's wrong?"

Brian didn't say anything; he just looked at me as he pushed me back against the wall and leaned his body into mine. I gazed up at him, searching his eyes in the soft glow from the distant streetlight. He grabbed the back of my head, wrapped his fingers in my hair, leaned down and kissed me. His lips were warm against mine when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I tasted the alcohol from earlier as I sucked on his tongue.

I wrapped my arms around him as he spread my legs open with his thigh. I felt the heat from his strong leg brushing against my dick, and I started growing hard.

I closed my eyes as Brian's thumb stroked my cheek and his fingers pulled at my hair. We kissed hungrily while the familiar need for him started throbbing through me. I felt his cock hardening against my hip and I rubbed my dick harder against his thigh. I wanted to feel him inside me.

"I'm going to fuck you. Right here. Where anyone can see," he whispered into my ear.

I moaned as he burrowed under my scarf, licking and nibbling at my neck. I felt his fingers unbuttoning my jeans and I grabbed his ass, pressing his thigh tight against my dick.

"Do it," I groaned.

"I want to hear you," Brian whispered as his fingers wrapped around my cock.

"Brian..." I growled, as I bite his ear, "Fuck me."

I heard his quick intake of breath as he pulled away from me a little. I moaned at the loss of contact when he turned me around to face the wall.

"Put these on," he said handing me his gloves. I felt his thick cock pressing against my ass.

I slipped on his gloves and braced myself against the wall, my body thrumming with need. I wiggled my ass back against Brian, his dick throbbing when he pressed his body close to mine, covering me.

I felt his breath panting hot against my ear as his hand pushed my jeans down. I gasped when the cold air hit my ass.

"Are you cold?" he whispered softly.

I turned my head and kissed his cheek, "No. Fuck me, Brian."

He slid a slippery finger down my crack and over my hole, teasing me before he slowly pushed a finger deep inside me. My eyes fluttered shut and I rested my head against my arm as Brian moved his finger in and out. I pressed back against his hand when he added another finger, stretching my hole.

I felt Brian's hand unzipping his jeans and then his hard dick bumped against my ass cheek, leaving a hot trail of precome on my cold skin. I moaned when I heard the tear of the condom wrapper.

"Oh god...Brian," I moaned loudly when he removed his fingers. I reached a hand back, grasping his thigh and holding him close to me. I felt the head of his dick, slick with lube, pushing along my crack and then bumping against my hole. I stopped moving as I felt the head pressing into me.

I pushed back against him as he slowly pressed all the way inside me. I gasped when he started thrusting his hips, moving his cock in and out of my ass. Our breathing echoed in my ears while we rocked together.

I felt Brian's hand sliding into my pants, and I arched into his touch as he stroked my dick. Using his thumb, he flicked across the leaking slit. I moaned softly, thrusting into his hand and clenching my ass around Brian's cock.

"I want to hear you, Justin," he whispered, his lips pressed close to my ear.

I felt consumed by Brian, surrounded by his heat as he moved his dick in and out of my ass, his body pressed close to mine. His hand was warm around my cock while he jerked me off. A drop of sweat rolled down my back, even as my nose felt cold.

"Oh god..." I moaned loudly, "fuck me harder."

Brian's hips jerked and he shortened his thrusts, his dick bumping over my prostate, sending a shudder through my body. I felt his cold balls bouncing against my ass while he fucked me. Bracing both hands back against the wall, I pushed back into Brian as he guided my hips with his left hand. He moaned into my ear and I turned my head, capturing his lips in a frantic kiss. I tasted Brian's need in the kiss while he stroked my dick faster.

I felt light headed as I broke the kiss. I focused on the white heat that flooded through my body when I came, my come covering Brian's hand. Moaning, I felt his dick throbbing in my ass, rocking his hips through our orgasms.

My knees buckled, and Brian's arm wrapped around my waist pressing, our bodies close. I rested my head back against his shoulder while he nuzzled into my neck, sucking lightly on my skin. We stayed connected like that for a moment.

"My balls are cold." Brian snorted and released my body. He pulled his dick out of my ass, tossing the condom.

I laughed softly while Brian let go of my dick. I grasped his come-filled hand, brought it to my mouth, poked my tongue out and started licking it. I turned around and locked my eyes with his as I tucked his dick back into his pants. His gaze dropped down and he watched my tongue lapping at his hand. I sucked a finger into my mouth and licked it clean. Brian blinked and pulled his finger out of my mouth with a "pop".

He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were swollen and his tongue was hot as it rolled against mine.

"That was hot. And cold," he laughed into the kiss.

I shoved him a little and smiled when he pulled me along with him by my scarf. He threw his arm around my shoulders and I moved in close while we walked towards the 'vette. I felt Brian relax, and I smiled up at him as I felt the first snowflake melt on my cheek.

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2007-07-12T22:48:29Z

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