The Drinking Game- B/J Series Part 4/6

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Other characters:The rest of the 'gang'.
Timeline: Post 513
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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.
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Part 4

One year earlier, Christmas Eve at Britin.



"You can turn on the lights now, Brian," Justin says from somewhere in the darkness.

"I can't see to turn them ON even if I WANTED to." Brian's voice sounds distant.

"Where are you, Dad?" Gus asks.

"I'm down in the basement," he tells his son.

"Okay. The party's over; you can come out now," Justin giggles.

"It's not funny, Justin. The power went off, and it's not just a blown breaker," Brian tries to explain.

"Are you scared, Dad?" Gus asks.

"Don't be silly, Sonny Boy, "

"Hang in there, Dad. Justin's looking for candles, a flashlight, some warm blankets, juice, and some snacks," Gus reports.

"Are you going camping? " Brian teases him.

"No! We're coming down to keep you company," Gus explains.

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"Aren't you glad you came home for the holidays?" Brian turns to Justin much later that night as they're all snuggled together downstairs in the basement, keeping a sleeping Gus warm and comfortable between them.

"In more ways than one," Justin whispers as he gently presses his lips to Brian's.

"This place has so much potential, don't you think?" Brian suggests in a gravely voice, his eyes scanning the dark but empty, warm space.

"Shhh… not now." Justin puts his finger on Brian's mouth, gesturing towards Gus' sleeping form. "But maybe we will take advantage of this place, someday," he whispers.

"Someday?" Brian asks.

"When I get back from NYU," Justin explains quietly.

"But it's almost a year away," Brian replies, unable to keep a twinge of disappointment out of his voice.

"You're the one who said you didn't want me to sacrifice my art for love, right?" Justin leans into Brian's firm, warm chest.

"Not in so many words," Brian answers.

"I'm not saying I won't be back. You know that, right? Look, I'm here now. It's only until my internship with the art program concludes. It's a great program, Brian, even if it lasts for 12 months." He leans a bit more in to kiss Brian even deeper as Gus slightly whimpers in his sleep and his eyes flutter open.

"Can I open my presents now?" he smiles at his dad and at Justin.

"Sure, Sonny Boy, let's go upstairs." Brian smiles back at his son.

As the boy grabs his blanket and runs upstairs back to the living room, leaving various pillows, burnt, scented candles and empty snack wraps behind, Brian grabs Justin by the hand and bends him over to kiss him passionately on his lips.


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Britin, the weekend before the wedding.

"Where the fuck are you?" Brian raises his voice as he enters the hallway.

"Down here," Justin answers.

"What are you doing in the fucking basement?" Brian sounds surprised but goes down the wooden steps just as well. "We haven't been here since last Christmas Eve with Gus and I.." he stops short and looks around "What the fuck??"

"Welcome to your fucking basement," Justin tells him. "I guess now Cynthia won't just have to assume anything, but I dare you to tell her, or anyone else for that matter." Justin smirks. The place does look like a pleasure dungeon from the early 1900's, complete with a gothic looking, iron pole with long, black, leather straps and a huge, four-poster bed covered in a dark duvet. A leather sling hangs from the ceiling nearby, and various dildos and butt plugs are lying on the bed to add some finishing touches.

"One thing's for certain," Justin warns him with a twinkle in his eye. "You'd better hope the power doesn't go out this year when Gus comes to stay with us over the holidays, because he sure as hell won't be able to come down here." Justin laughs as he closes the distance between himself and Brian and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. "Oh, and one more thing - this place is most definitely a no tricks zone," he informs him.

"But surely you'll still let ME come," Brian jokes, tongue in cheek, as he reaches out toward his partner's petite body, starting to undress him. He grabs Justin's naked body and lifts him slightly up to strap him into the sling.

Justin giggles in anticipation and whimpers slightly as the leather straps feel tight around his balls. He smiles and licks his lips as he envisions what is about to happen. Brian grins and starts to caress Justin's alabaster skin until he reaches his perfectly shaped ass, slapping at the tender flesh with his open palm. Justin lets out a short "ouch!" as the unexpected pain burns on his sensitive skin, but then he throws his head back and lets out a low, guttural moan.

"Fuck me!" he demands.

Brian grabs Justin's hands and lifts them up, tying them together with another set of leather straps.

"Not just yet," Brian groans, pinching and biting on Justin's nipples.

"Briaaan…" Justin pleads impatiently, as Brian adjusts the leather straps of the sling to create even more pressure on Justin's swollen balls and rock-hard dick.

"Brian…God, I'm coming!" Justin suddenly announces in a high-pitched voice . He moans loudly before shooting an impressive wave of white cum all over his stomach.

"It turns out you're into leather after all," Brian smirks as his lover tries to regain some semblance of normal breathing. Justin smiles back at him lazily like a sated cat as Brian announces, "Okay, now it's my turn."

He quickly unties Justin from the leather swing and drags him to the four-poster bed, throwing him onto the dark duvet and looming over his petite body to lick Justin's own cum off him.

"This is fucking hot," he whispers under his breath. He rubs some of the still wet cum between his fingers to use it to massage Justin's opening

Every inch of Justin's body is still so wired up and turned on after he came so hard
in the sling that he's immediately responding to Brian's touch.

Brian covers Justin's body with his own and reaches out to pump on his own cock, grinding it together with Justin's.

"Condom," Justin whispers under his breath, knowing it's still best to play it safe.

Brian hands the half-open condom packet to his lover, and just as the younger man slips the thin material over his partner's firm, smooth dick Brian's phone starts to ring relentlessly.

"What the fuck?" Brian grunts.

"Don't answer it, they'll leave a message!" Justin urges Brian to pick up where they left off.

TBC...