guavejuice | Wash My Back

guavejuice

Banner: Steffi

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Author:

guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline: 208 gapfiller
Beta: Carolyn

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A/N:Thank you so much, Steffi :)
Brian's POV
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"You want me to fuck you?" he asks.

I wait a while before I answer that. The taste of his lips is still on mine as I watch the water running all over his face, his hair, all the way down to his beautiful cock.

I have to admit it takes me by surprise but it's not entirely unpleasant.

A couple of months ago the boy was a fucking mess, crying himself to sleep, waking up every hour, spending his days staring out of the window after he'd have another failed attempt to sketch something (usually me or my cock again) and now we're standing together in the shower and he's asking me if I want him to fuck me?

I've seen him fuck others.

I still remember how it felt when he fucked that ugly, conceded twink that night. He didn't notice me but I saw right through him, standing there in the dark with that stupid crown on his head.

The boy certainly had the right moves. His body rocked back and forth, almost like he's still dancing against the pole; his skin white and vibrating. His dick pounding almost gracefully into the trick's ass.

The image was burned in my memory for a while, I can't deny that.

Then he saw me. On the couch. In the loft.

I felt empty. For the first time. I told him it didn't mean anything.

I tracked him down at Babylon. I didn't promise him anything but I told him I'll always come home to him.

I meant it.

Now we're standing together in the shower.

Do you want me to fuck you?

I lean towards him and kiss him on the mouth. He immediately responds.

Then I feel his hand on the small of my back.

He turns me around. Gently. All we hear is the sound of water and our breathing.

He's sliding his hands up and down my back. I try to turn and face him so I could take control again, but I don't.

I just stand there. I'm closing my eyes.

I know he's searching for the condom I keep in the soap dish. He's still caressing my back with one hand. It feels so soft and warm that I don't feel the need to take the next step.

He's moving on to caress my butt cheeks. I tremble slightly as I feel his fingers running over my crack.

It feels new and unfamiliar but I'm not pulling away.

For a split second I smile as I try to figure out how he will get over our height difference but then I instinctively squeeze my butt as I feel his dick near my opening.

One of his hands is still at the small of my back while the other is resting on my shoulder.

"Briaaaan…" That's all he says.

I feel a sharp sting. It burns, but as I slowly relax my muscles and find my rhythm joining his, I'm letting the waves of pleasure wash away every doubt and fear. I let myself enjoy it, just as I told him a long time ago.

I feel the urge to run my fingers across his dick, or mine, but I just rest my forehead against the tile wall and let go.

I can't even explain it. I definitely didn't expect it to really happen, but once it started I didn't want it to end.

We both breath heavily and hang onto each other.

As the water washes away our bodily fluids, I'm still standing against the shower wall.

"I want you to wash my back." I say quietly.