guavejuice | Another birthday treat- B/J AU gapfiller

Author:

guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline: 216 (yes, that ep… )
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mander3_swish thank you so muchly, darling! (and have a safe, fun trip, btw...)
A/N:
Written as a little bday treat for my lovely Piscas friends Annie

landlady_4rent Linda

ls1966 Trish

toto_too514 and Cindy

trintiff I hope you had a great bday, ladies.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
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"Are you up for another birthday treat?" Brian asks, hugging Justin from behind.

Justin tries not to show too much excitement, but his emotions are running high.

Being so close to Brian, his toned abs pressed against Justin's own back, the heat of his body through the fabric of his own dress shirt, Brian's hand pulling on his tie, the one he helped him tie couple of hours earlier, Brian's hard cock pushing against his ass through the grey dress pants, Brian's other hand covering Justin eyes…

"No way! No fucking way," Justin eventually answers in a high pitched voice. He knows he shouldn't sound too eager, but he can't help himself.

"I knew it!" he continues. "All the bullshit about not doing birthdays…you were just going to surprise me!" Justin knows he sounds like a wide-eyed school boy, even more so than he really was when Brian brought him here the first time, but the sudden need for attention, for affirmation, is stronger than he is. He almost felt that way earlier tonight when the young violinist, Ethan, looked him straight in the eye while they chatted after the concert. Justin knows he wants more than that, but he can't deny it felt nice. Yet he's here, in Brian's arms, letting Brian lead him across the hardwood floor.

'What is it?" he asks.

"This way young man," Brian whispers. Justin feels like he's about to fall.

"I'm going to trip," he says and lets out uncontrollable squeaking sound.

Brian doesn't answer, but holds on tight to Justin. He helps him climb up to the bed and then removes this hand from Justin's eyes.

"Sit down," he says.

Justin approaches the bed and silently sits on the mattress, his side of the bed for the past few months... It feels familiar yet Justin is edgy.

Maybe he shouldn't have expected much from Brian.

"I…" Brian starts. It sounds like he's hesitating, but Justin is willing to wait.

"I don't know what to say, Justin," Brian continues in a gravely voice. "I… guess I should have been more creative… I guess I should have planned something for you… for your birthday, but… Emmett was already busy planning Ben's phantasmagoria…" He shrugs his shoulders and pulls his lips inward.

"You know I don't need all that." Justin sighs.

"But I know you want more than that," Brian whispers back and leans into Justin, cupping his balls.

Justin shivers slightly and let out a low moan. "Says who?" he asks, throwing himself back on the bed. "And besides… since when do you care about what others think?"

"I care about what you think, twat. I just have a shitty way of showing it," Brian answers, lying down next to Justin.

"Shut up!" Justin replies and rolls over to face Brian, and he kisses him on the lips.

"Fuck! …" Brian pulls away.

"What is it?" Justin asks, raising up a bit. Maybe he shouldn't have let Mel and Lindsay convince him. Maybe he shouldn't have joined them at that stupid concert.

"Why are we still wearing all our clothes?" Brian asks.

"Oh, that … I thought you'd never ask." Justin finally allows himself to smile.

"It's not much of a birthday treat, though." Brian almost sounds apologetic as his fingers skillfully wind their way into Justin's pants.

"But it's my kind of birthday treat," Justin whispers under his breath.