guavejuice | It's an Irish Thing- B/J one shot

guavejuice

Author:

guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Pre show
A/N: Thank you so much for your inspiration, Ali

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brecalat

Disclaimer:I own nothing.
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"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian couldn't be bothered. He'll turn 18 in three months and he's already fed up with everything. This fucking school, this fucking football team, his fucking family, the whole fucking world .

"I thought I would find you here," the younger blond whisper. Who the hell is he and why does it look like the guy just invited himself to spend that afternoon with Brian in detention?

"Lucky guess," Brian says out of nowhere. Fuck, he didn't even want to start this conversation. Now that tiny blond with piercing blue eyes would never leave.

Brian pulls some of the boxes away. Fuck Couch Johnson. He's always against him.

He ordered Brian to stay behind and clean up the supply room because Brian talked back to him during football practice.

"You shouldn't be here!" Brian says . The blond still stands at the corner of the dusty room. Brian can't help but notice that there is more to the boy than he's seen before. He can't say he's not impressed. The boy's erection is quite visible even through the dim lights in the room.

"Who says?" the boy snorts. Oh, a cheeky one, Brian thinks.

"Not me," Brian answers back.

The blond guy moves closer to Brian. The room is rather stuffed and it's getting hard to breath.

"I'm Justin Taylor. I'm a year under you," Brian can almost hear the temptation in his young voice. I'll show you what it means to be under me in no time Brian snickers as the thought crosses his mine.

"Brian Kinney," he introduces himself to the boy. Why the fuck he just introduced himself to a seventeen year old guy?

"Will you be at the St. Partick's bash tonight? " Justin asks quietly.

"Umm, no, I'm running away to Mexico for the weekend," Brian's smirk doesn't seem all too cheerful to Justin.

"Are you now?" Justin say and without any warning wraps his arms around the taller guy's waist. Brian is much taller then Justin but that doesn't bother either of them.

Brian turns around to face Justin. The ivory colored hands are still around his waist.

He bend his head presses his forehead into Justin's, opens his mouth and sucks on those young plum lips. Justin sucks back and gasps a bit as their bodies move closer together. He lifts his arms and plants his fingers into the taller guy's thick chestnut hair as he's swept off his feet with that kiss.

Brian literally lifts him and carries him to the other side of the room where there are plies of mattresses on the floor.

Their hands are all over each other's when they try to get rid of their school uniforms . As they stand naked Brian closes the gap between them and runs his finger tips all across Justin's soft alabaster skin.

"I hope you brought protection. I'm still a good all catholic boy," Justin smiles.

"So do I," Brian's husky voice reassures the blond even though he's not so sure himself.

Brian leans into him puts him on the mattress and spreads his legs gently. His lips brush across Justin's and he lets his tongue explore further until he eventually dives inside the younger boy's hole.

Brian has been around for a while checking the bars and clubs of Liberty Avenue but he's never really done anything despite the dirty looks from some of the older guys around including his fucking couch.

Brian feels as if he can't hold back. The tightness of Justin's hole surrounds him and he lets out a deep moan as he keeps thrusting in and out.

Justin's feet tightening around his ass and Justin's muscles tightening around his dick. Justin keeps his eyes open, breathing deeply and planting his fingernails deep into Brian's shoulders.

"Don't stop, Brian", the young blond whispers. Brian doesn't want to but he is getting really close. The boy starts breathing faster and shakes uncontrollably under him. A few minutes later Brian hears a single soft deep moan and feels Justin's warm sticky cum on his stomach. It only entices him more and after a few more thrusts he releases his own cum into the condom with a loud cry.

They're still lying on one of the mattresses an hour later all wet and sticky.

"Are you really running off to Mexico?" Justin asks in a stated voice.

"The hell I am. I'm leaving as soon as this fucking detention is over," Brian replies. "I'm leaving on the next Greyhound to the border and I'll take it from there,"

Justin rolls on his stomach and leans his sweaty strands on Brian's chest. "I've never been on a Greyhound before," He whispers under his breath.

"Well, here's your chance. But… you should know it's only for the weekend. I don't do boyfriends and shit like that," Brian replied lifting himself from the mattress and bending over to pick his cloths from the floor.

"Sure, I understand," Justin says, staring at Brian's half hard cock relishing on that sweet notion this glorious cock was just inside him.

He must not let that go away.

-- - - - - - - -- - - -

"Guess what I was doing this afternoon?" Justin whispers into his cell phone while he throws a pair of underwear an extra t shirt and a tooth brush into his back pack.

"Beats me..." his friend Daphne cheerfully answers.

"I had sex. With this guy I told you about, Brian Kinney", Justin lowers his voice.

"You catholic boys are so… fucking amazing," Daphne replies .

"We're going away to Mexico for the weekend. Please don't say anything about it to any one, especially not to my dad. I'll try to figure out how to deal with my mom, but not him", Justin sounds a bit rushed.

"Promise me you'll be careful," Daphne says before they hung up.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Brian is already outside the bus station looking so beautiful in his brown dress shirt ; brown leather jacket and his dark blue 501's which makes his ass look so much hotter and his legs so much longer. His youth and sexual prowess displayed in abundance but Justin sense there's much more than that in Brian.

Maybe it's an Irish thing.

"You came," Justin smiles knowing exactly what Brian would say.

"It's just for the weekend, remember?" the taller guy answers in a gravely voice. "And since you said you've never been on a Greyhound in your life I've decided we should drive south of the border in style," He says leading the blond over across the street from the station where Justin notices a mint green Corvett parked on the curve.

"Wow, this is cool," he can't help himself. He enters the car rather easily watching as Brian bends his long legs to get in.

"Here," Brian smiles and hands him a bottle of Tequilla. "Happy fucking St. Patrick's day who ever the fucker was,"

"Aren't we supposed to drink Bourbon with it?" Justin's eyes lit up.

"We will eventually," Brian laughs and pull away.

"Where did you get the car?" Justin asks as they're making their way into the free way.

"It was a gift," Brian replies.

_ _ _ _ _ _

"That was… great!" Justin sighs as Brian rolls on his back beside him the next morning. They have been fucking all night on the large bed in Brian's parent's condo not so far away from the beach.

"First the 'vette, now this… damn, you're spoiling me," Justin can't hold back a content smile.

"Don't push your luck," Brian glare at the blond. He reluctantly pushes himself from the mattress to go to the bathroom.

"Do they know we're here?" Justin asks as Brian throws himself back into bed.

"They couldn't care less so why would I?" Brian's hazel eyes darken .

"Sorry," Justin whispers.

"Sorry is bullshit," Brian snaps.

Justin rolls to his side to kiss Brian's lips before he gets out of bed.

"Want some breakfast?" he asks.

"I don't have breakfast but I think there's some guava juice in the fridge. I'll have some" Brian still sounds a bit upset.

"It's okay I'll get you some," Justin says. He lifts Brian's brown dress shirt from the floor and puts it on. Brian's scent on his bare skin feels so warn through the fabric.

He moves towards the kitchen but then remembers he had bought something yesterday when they arrived to town. He reaches for his back pack and takes out a crawly shell bracelet. He wraps the leather cord around his wrist still wearing Brian's shirt and goes to the kitchen to get Brian a glass of juice.

He finds Brian on the porch overlooking the beach. It's almost noon and the sun reflection beautifully across the water.

Brian is wearing his boxer briefs and jeans. Justin puts the glass on a little table outside and silently hugs Brian from behind.

Brian stands still for a moment allowing Justin's tiny ivory colored fingers trail all over his body. Justin's fingers grab onto Brian's fly and he starts to unbutton it.

"Wearing my shirt?" Brian's voice eventually brake the silence. Justin doesn't say anything. He takes off his crawly bracelet and hand it over to Brian.

"Here, take it. I want you to have it. Would that be okay even if you don't do boyfriends?" Justin asks.

Brian gazes deep into those blazing blue eyes. He feels as if Justin can read each and every one of his thoughts. Geez, the boy is 17… what the fuck?...

He feels the warm soft touch of Justin's fingers on his skin as the boy tightened the leather cord onto his wrist.

"Aren't you going to drink your juice?" Justin whispers.

Their kiss minutes later is filled with the sweetness of the guava juice the warmth of the sun and … Tears? What the hell? Why is that twat crying all of a sudden?

"I don't. those are my fucking allergies," Justin answers. he's taking takes a deep breath while is fingers slowly caress the bracelet on Brian's wrist.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The following morning when Justin wakes up and rolls to his side to search for the warmth and comfort of Brian's naked sated body he soon realizes this side of the bed is empty.

When he pulls himself out of bed he notices that all of Brian's belongings are still scattered around the room.

A sense of slight angst washes over him when he's wondering if Brian felt the need to go out in search of a new piece of ass to spend the rest of his Mexican weekend with.

He decides to walk into the bathroom to take a shower but then the door opens and a rather energized Brian walks inside.

"Where have you been? It's Sunday morning..." Justin blurs out, trying not to sound too overbearing.

"I've had some stuff to do... looks like you were planning a bit of Sunday morning fun yourself," he says, fixing his eyes on Justin's half naked body.

"Good thing I waited then," Justin says under his breath while Brian quickly takes all his cloths off.

He's standing in the middle of the room in all his glory. The only item he hasn't taken off is the
crawly shell bracelet. The one Justin gave him yesterday.

Brian smiles back at Justin and pulls him closer as they stand together under a soothing spray of water in the shower.

Brian lifts his arm to grab Justin by the back of his neck and press their lips together and it's at that moment that Justin notices the initial BK carved on one of the shells in the bracelet.

Justin's heart almost sings inside him.