A Stroke of Inspiration- B/J Ficlett

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
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"Say, Sunshine… What's your sudden interest in football, anyway?" Brian inquires the next day as he notices Justin's petite figure glued to the computer screen in the den.

"I guess that after living with a football fan fanatic for 14 years, some of it has rubbed off on me…" Justin answers smugly.

"God, I LOVE it when you talk dirty," Brian growls, bending over his lover and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

"Or… it could be that as an artist I find the homoerotic implication and innuendos of the game rather enticing," Justin suggests seductively as they break off the kiss.

"Why don't you just admit it turns you on?" Brian answers under his breath, pushing the palm of his hand into Justin's grey, warm-up sweat pants.

Justin whimpers with joy and lets out a low, contented moan, but then pulls back just slightly from the eager body that's standing so close to him. Brian grunts in disappointment as Justin pulls himself from the computer chair.

Brian's cock twitches and tightens right away as his eyes follow Justin out of the den, only to realize the blond is not heading where Brian – and his dick – are hoping to meet.

"What's the rush? It's fucking Sunday morning… where the FUCK are you going?" Brian asks in desperation. “Hey… our bedroom is in the OTHER direction, in case you didn't notice!" He calls out in protest.

Last night after Emmett, Ted and the rest of the old gang had finally gone home, Brian and Justin had more than enough to compensate themselves for playing the perfect hosts. They had engaged in a long, hard night with an unbridled fuck fest in the privacy of their own bedroom, Brian knowing all too well that when it came to Justin there's never any such thing as ‘enough.’

"I'll be in my studio," Justin answers, preoccupied, the way he always acts whenever his muse comes alive. "I NEEED to paint right now. I feel SO inspired!"

"Well, I need you right NOW, too. I feel so inspired myself…" Brian replies hopefully, trying to get Justin to change his mind. But he knows it’s futile; he knows that tone of voice all too well.

"I'm NOT going out of state, I'll just be in the studio," Justin calls back with a laugh as Brian huffs in frustration.

Just as the blond is about to leave, however, he's suddenly turning on his heels and returning to the den, igniting new hope in Brian's cock – and dare he think about it? – in his heart.

"Lost your inspiration already?" He asks, tongue-in-cheek.

"I forgot something… lemme just do that," Justin mumbles absently. He's pressing his lips together, letting the tip of his pink tongue stick out as it always does whenever he's deep in thought, already contemplating his yet-to-be-completed new piece. He's bending over the desk, taking his time to fiddle with the computer. Then he takes one satisfied look at the printer and grabs the photos he's been waiting on.

"Here, how's THIS for inspiration?" He smirks, showing Brian a high resolution couple of photos of the golden World Cup trophy he's just printed off Google Images.






"Fuck! It looks JUST like a well-hung cock! It's so fucking hot!" Brian observes with a raised eyebrow. "And look at how those guys are going at it… It's fucking unbelievable; it's like the back room at Babylon in its heyday," Brian exclaims, taking a closer look at the second picture. “Okay…I can see why you feel SO inspired,” he admits, "but since it was MY cock that initially inspired you to draw so many of your famous works in the past, don't you think it would be more than appropriate now to have yet ANOTHER stroke of inspiration?" he continues in a gravelly voice.

"God, Brian! Have I told you lately how irresistible you are? YOU sure have a way with words," Justin answers with a grin, putting the printed inspirational photo down onto the desk.

“What can I say? It is my day job after all," the taller man shrugs with a smirk. "So what do you say?" he asks in anticipation, slowly closing the distance between himself and his lover.

"Fuck, YEAH!!" His lover answers with passionate determination.

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