Strawberries and chocolate - B/J one shot

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin other characters: Emmett, Debbie, Jennifer.
Timeline:Post 513, at Brian and Justin's "unofficial" reception at Britin.
Beta:mander3_swish thank you so much, darling!!
A/N:Originally written in May 2011. Reposting today (with a few minor changes) in honor of DOMA and prop 8 being overrolled.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Comments are love.

Justin takes off his Hugo Boss jacket and thrwos it on one of the chairs in the garden, right next to Daphne. He feels a bit tipsy, but he doesn't care. His new husband leans into him and licks his ear.

"Good thing Mel and Linds didn't fuck up your seating arrangements after all, darling," he whisperes, nibbling on the Justin's ear lobe.

"Yeah, but Debbie sat next to Tucker," Justin moans, with a smirk.

"Ok, now we really need to get out of here," Brian replies. He grabbs Justin's hand and they rush into the house. On their way upstairs he nod to Emmett who's supervising as the waiters busily arranging the dessert table.

Brian snaggs a plate of strawberries dipped in chocolate off the table and licks his lips.

_ _ _ _ _

"Excuse me, Em, Dear, I really need to use the bathroom, where can I find it?" Debbie asks Emmett, who 's still standing by the dessert table.

"Upstairs, the one for guests and drama queens," Emmett winks.

Jennifer follows a few minutes later.

_ _ _ _

"That was great!" Justin exclaims with a raspy voice, as he nestles into Brian's chest.

"Aaamazing." Brian rolls the word off his tongue, running it across his husband neck.

"I can't believe Emmett convinced us to have these at our reception," Justin giggls, as he reaches to grab another strawberry from the plate on the floor.

He's lying lazily across the toned body as he feed Brian the succulent fruit.

"I can't believe you convinced me to have that reception," Brian answeres, leaving strawberry bite marks along Justin’s shoulder.

"Like you didn't want it yourself, Mr. Kinney," Justin counters, peppering little teeth marks around his lover's nipple.

"I thought we agreed on Mr. & Mr. Kinney-Taylor…" Brian moans and moves to flip Justin on his back.

"Keep it down, we still have guests in the house," Justin whisperes with a contented moan.

"Haven’t I taught you anything, Sunshine?" Brian replies, gently placing Justin’s knees on his own shoulders. "I will never keep it down."


_ _ _ _ _ _

"So they went through with it, after all," Debbie sighes, washing her hands at the guest bathroom.

"I'm so happy for them," Jennifer replies, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"I wonder why Justin decided to sit Tucker next to me," Debbie giggles, and rans her hand through her hair.

"I guess he thought that if you don't scare him away, nothing will…" Jennifer smirks, and applies another coat of lipstick.
_ _ _ _ _

"Aaahhhhh…we need to go back down,” Justin hisses into his partner's sweaty back, reveling in the touch of his lover's cock deep inside him.

"I thought we just did," Brian smirks.

"You smart ass. Our guests are probably wondering where we are." Justin laughes, "We need to cut the cake, you know…."

And they both came. Again.