woodys_place | Pride in the Pitts ♦ Fic: Second Encounter

Title: Second Encounter
Author:

bidyke73
Character/Pairing: Brian/ Justin/ (minor) other
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1723
Warnings: none
Summary: Brian and Justin finally go to the White Party together where they meet two former tricks. It makes them all think about commitment, but mainly this is just some porny voyeur!fic,
Author's Note: Thanks to mander3_swish for the super quick beta and to michira70 for the awesome banner. By the way, I did some research about to guys' names in canon. Turned out that one of them was named Connor in the DVD subtitles. The other one didn't seem to have a screen name, so I called him Martin.

Justin

"Christ!" I grabbed my duffle bag from the baggage claim and yawned. “I can’t believe we’re still in the same time zone. We traveled forever to get here.”

“And here I thought you enjoyed yourself,” Brian said with a smirk.

I enjoyed myself plenty. After the stopover in Atlanta, it was basically an all-gay flight. I wouldn’t have blinked an eye if they had been showing gay porn on the big screen in the front instead of the usual Disney crap...but there were a few exceptions, of course; straight businessmen and a handful of families.

Brian and I received a few invitations to rekindle our membership in the mile high club, but we decided not to. I ordered a blanket to get comfortable, and the attractive black flight attendant was extremely attentive. He and Brian had already met, and he introduced himself as Dijon, like the mustard. "I'm staying at the National Hotel for the whole week.“ He winked as we exited the plane and gave us his cell number.

"It would be hot to see the two of you together,“ Brian whispered into my ear.

"You want me to fuck him?"

"Maybe you'd prefer it the other way around. You might have noticed that bulge in his pants."

"I noticed all right. However, I haven't bottomed for anyone but you in ages."

"And even that was ages ago," said Brian. "There!" Finally, he grabbed the last one of his Armani suitcases and put them onto the trolley.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the hotel. Thank God it was just around the corner.

"Wow, Brian, this is a fucking suite.“

"I fucking booked a suite, so it should be.“ Brian gave the white and yellow striped curtains a skeptical look. "They look like deckchairs from IKEA."

"It looks sunny. Friendly." I shrugged and started pulling off his shirt.

"It looks like a lesbian's wet dream...ouch, Sunshine.“ I had playfully slapped his arm.

"How would you know what lesbians dream of, sexually or otherwise?" I scan the room again. "Gee, it might not be your style, but it's almost as big as the loft. And the bed is like...wow. I always thought your bed was big!"

"This is the host hotel of one of the hottest parties in the world, Sunshine."

"And here I thought it was hot because of the Miami sun."

"There's still a lot you have to learn." Brian said as he started to undress me.

"Teach me.“ I pushed him to the bed and pulled him into a deep kiss.

I loved the easy banter between us – having a long distance relationship with Brian Kinney didn't always feel that way. The fact that Brian actually wanted some kind of relationship was a small miracle, but Brian was Brian. He wanted to push me off his cliffs all the time, but I was on to him; every six weeks or so he had missed me enough to make business appointments in New York. I certainly couldn't complain about the hot phone sex in-between. The rest of the time I tried to focus on my work, and so did he. Well, it was a bit frustrating sometimes, but it worked for us.

Four weeks ago, Brian surprised me with plane tickets for the Miami White Party: An all-gay luxury resort with our own little Jacuzzi. Besides, it was neutral territory. It was neither New York where my place was really small nor Pittsburgh where our family always kept knock-knocking on Brian's door. Or not knocking, for that matter. I was over the moon.

After some slow and lazy lovemaking on that ridiculously huge bed, we both fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, Brian was lying on a chaise, naked and beautiful as ever, on our balcony and flipping through a well-worn edition of "Teleny" by Oscar Wilde that was part of the suite's not-so-small library. I could have jumped him just like that, or licked him all over - he looked so fucking hot!

"Showing the merchandise to our neighbors, Mr. Kinney?“ I asked in a low, sexy voice. I was one hundred per cent sure that the Miami beach boys would be all over him. Who could blame them? In fact, the balcony was huge, but it didn't offer much privacy. I didn't mind; Brian and I walked around naked in the loft all the time, and I had my share of Brett's wild naked pool events in L.A., too. At the pool downstairs, most of the men were naked, some of them wore bathing suits, but it was all very relaxed and informal.

The actual party with club music and a dance floor was scheduled for Saturday evening, but lots of guys seemed to stay awake the whole weekend – often with more than just a little pharmaceutical help. Since Brian's cancer, he didn't do that many drugs anymore, just pot sometimes and we occasionally shared a tab of E. In such foreign territory, I preferred to stay sober. We both did.

The masses of men, the sun, and the thumpa-thumpa were enough to make me naturally high. Being with Brian in this erotic place, sharing the experience with him, made me giddy - and horny. Brian, however, didn't really seem to notice my presence. Oh wait, mister, I can change that!

"I need to get my sunscreen,“ I told him and went back to the bathroom where I applied some lotion, but also prepared myself with lube. Climbing onto his lap, I sat on his thighs and bent over a bit so he could feel my hard cock. He moaned, and I then he gasped, biting his lip. I lowered myself onto his cock, riding him in a slow but steady rhythm. "Fuck, Justin!“

I mumbled some incoherent words, frantically guiding his cock to the most joyful places inside me. "Sooo hot.“ I tasted the glistening sweat from his nipples and his chest, licking a few spurts of my come off him as well. When I looked up, I didn't expect to see two faces smiling at us.

Martin

I was tanning my ass on the balcony, savoring the beautiful panorama view over Gay Paradise, when it struck me. Not only did I just witness one of the hottest fucks ever, I also realized that I had met the performers of that act before.

I'd always remember the uber-hot night we had – it must have been a year ago in Pittsburgh, shortly before that bomb destroyed Babylon. The sophisticated loft, the perfect lighting, and their beautiful bodies were hard to forget. But even though their intimacy was obvious and absolutely amazing, they hardly touched each other after all the sex, like Connor and I like to do.

There was something off about them and I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but I had thought about it many times when I fantasized about that night. I do that quite a lot, and it gets me off every time.

"Connor?“ I pulled back the curtain to our hotel room, and called him to come over. I put my finger on my lips. "Just look,“ I said quietly.

Even though it was obvious that both of them didn't mind showing off, it was almost too intimate to watch their little gestures of love in-between the fucking. Brian – yes, that was the brunet's name – held Justin's hand during the whole thing, fingers playfully entwined, dancing together. Had I overlooked that last time or what had changed during the last year? Had they become exclusive? Connor and I weren't monogamous, but to be honest, we had become pickier over the years. Not every fuck is worth the trouble of changing the sheets afterwards, if you know what I mean. Those two however...it was a pretty special encounter.

“Guh." Connor made a little guttural sound he wasn't always aware of. He licked his lips and I knew that he was just as turned on as I was. See, that's what I mean. Knowing your partner's reactions can be so practical. We quietly jerked off together, watching Brian and Justin's bodies move against each other in a beautiful rhythm. Afterwards, they were still entangled and world-forgotten for minutes.

Thank God it wasn't so obvious anymore that we sort of watched them. We both gave them our most harmless smile when they finally realized that they had an audience, but of course that gave us away. Never mind.

Justin climbed off of Brian's lap and leaned over the balustrade to give us a small hug. He looked a little flushed when he asked, "How long have you been here, exactly?"

Brian chuckled, nonchalantly pressing his half hard cock into his partner's back. Justin leaned into his embrace and Brian shook our hands with a dirty, knowing grin. It was hot, but also embarrassing, but I guess it wasn't for the reason they thought.

"So great to see you here. And we're even neighbors,“ I managed to say. "How long are you here?"

"Five days. We just arrived." Justin beamed at us. I hadn't seen his radiant smile before.

Brian

Well, our little gay world is small. I remembered us lying in my bed, talking about Tuscany and the Italian men.

"So, how about we hook up again?"

"We have a strict rule to not see anyone twice. But...since there are two of you…"

Both guys were fucking hot, but everything else I remembered about that night was Justin's distance, and I wasn't able to reach out to him. Just fucking couldn't. Those two guys, Connor and Martin, I still have their cell number in my wallet, were so easy with each other, so fucking natural, it physically hurt me because here I was again, Brian Kinney, the emotional cripple.

From that night on, I knew that Justin would leave me, and that memory hurt. That's why I never called them back I guess. Things have changed now. The little twat has decided not to leave forever. There's been a bomb, more than one declaration of love, and an almost marriage. I had thought it was the end, but now there was a "later" again.

I smiled at Justin, who looked at me, questioningly. "Nothing,“ I shrugged, "just thinking."

"Love you too,“ he whispered into my ear.

"So where are you headed?" I asked our little audience on the other side of the balustrade.

"No place special," one of them answered.

Justin honored those words with his sunshine smile.

"I think we can definitely change that, but how about joining us for dinner first?"