Oh No, You Didn't! – AU series Part 4/10

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
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Alternate POV's
A/N:This is not a WIP. I'll be posting regularly.
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Part 4

Brian's POV

The last thing I thought I'd be doing with a random trick is kissing him on the lips while we drink champagne in the shower. I mean… I'm Brian Kinney, for fuck's sake.

But before I knew it there I was, latching onto this guy's incredibly luscious lips as if my life depended on it. What made it even hotter was the fact that the boy didn't seem to want to let go. He just stood there under the spray of steamy, hot water, moaning sweetly into my mouth as his arms snaked around my neck.

I feel heaviness in my eyelids, and as my tongue drills deeper into his mouth I can hardly keep my eyes open. I lean my forehead against his, losing myself in the moment, until I feel his warm little fingers on my dick, followed by the mind-blowing sensation of his tongue teasing the already swollen tip.

Who are you and how do you know exactly what I want? a thought crosses my mind as I lean into him to give his lips better access to my waiting, hard-as-a-rock dick.

As my dick reaches the back of the blond's guy throat, he doesn't even gag. He just slightly adjusts his position so that I'll be able to fully and deeply fuck myself in his mouth.

I plant my fingernails in the tender flesh at the top of his shoulders as his damp head bobs up and down to bring me to my climax. Seconds later I shoot my load inside him with a passionate cry, and as he's climbing back up I press our lips together, feeling the saltiness of my own semen with the sharp sweetness of the booze he consumed earlier.

"Bed, now!" I whisper into his mouth, barely able to catch my breath.


Justin's POV

The guy has an impressive dick, but an even more impressive appetite, I'll say that. I've been known to wear out more than a few studs before, but this is definitely different.

Not that I'm complaining, though.

It's obviously well after midnight as he literally carries me into the spacious bedroom in the suite and throws me onto the bed. I suddenly giggle, but as he grabs my arms and holds them above my head on the mattress and then glides across my body I can tell this guy knows what he's doing.

Jolts of electric waves shake my body as the guy's tongue swirls around my slit and then all the way down my crack. Where did he learn that? God! It's so good. Does he give master classes on that? I feel my pre-cum oozing out of my dick onto my inner thighs, and I spread my knees even wider as I try to lift my head from the pillow to watch him in action.

I can feel him lifting himself slightly from my body and just as he's rising above me I can see a sudden twinkle in his deep, auburn-colored eyes.

A twinkle? Not too likely. The guy's a client. Clients don't have a twinkle in their eyes while they fuck tricks. But then I could swear I saw it.

He adjusts his position on top of me, making sure his rock-hard cock is fully covered in a condom that he pulled out of a drawer. Then he sticks one finger inside me to make sure I'm stretched enough and slightly sinks inside me.

GOD! The guy is amazing! I thought he called on me to please him on this cold New Year's Eve, but apparently it's totally the other way around. If he wasn't a client I would marry this guy right there and then. Okay, let's not rush with the marrying stuff, but boy, will I have some juicy details to share with Daphne when I get home!

I rest my slightly aching knees on his shoulders for a moment, but since we're both rather slippery and wet, my knees slide from his shoulders. He seems to notice that right away, and while he's still grinding and thrusting into me he reaches his hand out to bring my knees back up onto his shoulders. His kind gesture touches me in more ways than one, since it allows the tip of his dick to hit me directly at my prostate which makes me whimper and moan rather loudly as I curl my toes.

I feel as though I need to get off and release my orgasm right away, but at the same time I really don't want this moment to end. As I reach my hands to tighten my grip around the guy's waist, I know he feels the same.

Brian's POV

I've been known to wear some tricks out before; hell, after all, I'm known as the stud of Liberty Avenue, but this boy is definitely giving me a run for my money.

Not that I'm complaining.

My dick digs deeper inside his incredibly warm, tight hole. As I keep thrusting into him he tightens his grip around me. I can see how the expression on his face turns into totally oblivious, passionate, coital bliss, and I can't believe I'm the one responsible for that. Usually I only worry about getting a quick release without much fuss, but this time I don't ever wish this to fucking end.

I feel as though my dick gets a life of its own as it's suddenly speeding up its pace inside the young boy's tight, warm cavity, and then I know I have to milk those last few moments as much as I can. I lift myself up and pull back much to the boy's protest. I reach out to pump my unbelievably hard dick a few times to release some pressure but them I dive back inside him with a few, last, smooth strokes before I come hard inside the condom. I can tell the boy is still eager to elongate the moment. With my dick still deep inside him, I reach out under me to pump his dick and increase the friction to help him come.

When he finally does, he shoots his load in an impressive spray of milky, white strips.

I then pull myself gently out of him and take the loaded condom off. We stay lying there together for a few more minutes until I pull myself off him and from the mattress, walking toward the bathroom to take a leak.

When I move back from the bathroom into the bedroom, the blond is lounging in bed with a post-coital smirk on his face. His back is pressed against the headboard and his beautiful, ivory-colored legs are folded towards him. He's smiling at me quietly, and before I even bother to ask his name he's putting his phone up and flashes a picture. Then he quickly lifts himself off the bed, grabs his clothes off the floor and disappears into the bathroom.

When he comes out he's in his black wife beater and his black leather short jacket ensemble, smelling of toothpaste and soap. He leaves a small butterfly kiss on my lips, mouths a quick 'thank you' and leaves the hotel suite, closing the door behind him.

Later, as I order myself my usual white omelet on rye breakfast from room service, I realize I didn't even pay him.

TBC…