The Drinking Game- B/J Series Part 2/6

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Other characters:The rest of the 'gang'.
Timeline: Post 513
Beta:Kim predec2 Can't thank you enough!!
Summary: Brian reluctantly agrees to participate in a 'drinking game' organized by the gang on the night before his wedding to Justin. Little does he realize, however, that some startling information will be revealed as a result, and that he will come to a life-changing decision of his own.
A/N:This is NOT a WIP. I'll update regularly.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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Part 2

Britin, a week before the wedding.

"If they won't stop banging on that fucking door I swear I'll…" Brian grunts as he's thrusting even harder into Justin's tight hole, moaning in delight as each tiny muscle in Justin's opening is squeezing his hard cock while it's gliding inside.

"Don't mind them," Justin whispers under his breath, his head buried in the pillow. He's lifting his ass and pushing back hard against Brian's cock. Brian is riding high on Justin's ass, holding the younger man by the back of his neck as he's increasing his speed.

With each rapid movement, Justin keeps pushing out to prolong the moment and increase the friction and help guide Brian's rock-hard, smooth cock directly to where it needs to go.

They entwine their fingers on the mattress and let their orgasms erupt in an overflowing, messy explosion of warm strips of milky, white cum amidst a cacophony of guttural moans and passionate cries.

Brian flips Justin onto his back and presses their faces together, snaking his tongue into Justin's eager lips. They kiss loudly and stare at each other.

"After we're married will you still… blow me?" he whispers in Justin's ear in a gravely voice, his cock still inside Justin.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Justin snarks back.

"Umm… the first time was back at the loft the weekend after you finally accepted my proposal, but as I recall I asked you that again six months ago, the night you came back from New York City. God, I've been living in this place for like 15 years and never knew there were so many places to fuck in here," Brian reveals, running his fingers up and down the sensitive area of Justin's inner thighs.

"And as far as I remember my reply to you was it depends whether or not you'd fuck me in every room of our house, " Justin grins, adjusting his position to move closer to Brian.

"So did I pass the test now that we've practically fucked in every room in the house?" Brian asks.

"It's not a competition, Mr. Kinney, and there are no tests to pass. I hope you know that." Justin says, peppering small butterfly kisses on Brian's face. "But I'll have you know that you surpass each and every trick I fucked while I was away. Not that there were that many," he finishes off quietly with a smirk. "How about you?" he asks "You've had your chance to play around while I was gone. That's what we agreed upon, right?"

"Yeah. They were all right," Brian states, pulling his lips inward. "But why the fuck are you asking me this now?" he reaches out to poke Justin just under his rib cage. The younger man flinches in reaction as he lets out a giggle. He then rolls across Brian's body, leaving a long trail of warm saliva on his torso and abdomen and down the man's treasure trail.

Brian throws his head into the pillow the moment Justin's tongue touches the slit of his already hardening cock. He arches his back and pulls inwards each time his cock reaches the back of Justin's throat. Wet, slurping sounds and low, labored moans fill the room until Brian lets out one short cry and comes hard inside Justin's mouth.

"That was just for you," Justin smiles as he climbs back up and throws himself on the mattress beside Brian, snagging half of his pillow.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Brian guffaws as he stares into his partner's piercing, blue eyes.

"God, we sound like a married couple already," Justin smirks back, resting his head
in the crook of Brian's neck.

"Which reminds me, the boys are apparently planning yet another stag party for us," Brian informs his partner. "Michael kept denying it last week at Woody's, but that only makes me even more suspicious."

"Obviously," Justin continues his partner's sentence. "I hope you declined them as politely and tactfully as you always do," Justin teases, pulling himself off the mattress to head to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" he cries out as he's coming back into the bedroom a few minutes later.

"What? Did you pee on the stick and it came out positive?" Brian smirks from his place in bed.

"Eww, gross, Brian! No, I was just reminded that Emmett was supposed to arrive here to go over some last minute reception details with me today. FUCK!" Justin gasps.

"So that must have been him banging on our door earlier," Brian decides with a slight smile. "Well, then, just call him and tell him we were otherwise engaged. I'm sure he'll understand what THAT means,"

"I bet he will. He and Rosencrantz are probably conspiring against us as we speak. I'm sure my phone will be ringing in three, two, one…" Justin smiles and pauses as his phone rings right on time.

He grins over at Brian as he notes the caller's identity before answering it to say, "Em! I was actually expecting your call. What's up?" he says innocently.

TBC…