FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 3b/?]
Brian shrugs out of his coat and tosses it on the hood, then he helps Justin unbutton his shirt, all of which happens without them breaking the kiss.
Finally, Justin has to pull back, slightly dazed. "Do you have condoms?" he manages, his voice a little ragged.
Brian shoots him a lop-sides grin, reaches past him and into his coat pocket for a condom and small pack of lube.
Justin watches him and tries not to feel ridiculous, standing there with his coveralls around his ankles and his dick hard as a rock. He can't help himself and starts stroking his cock but it's not the same. He wants Brian's hands back on him.
Brian, however, seems to have other plans for now. He tears the package open with his teeth and hands the condom to Justin. With a devious little smirk, he unzips his pants and makes a show of it. Then he nods at the condom. "Put it on me."
Justin does as he is told and it's a little weird. This isn't his first time but... well, he can count off his number of sex partners on one hand and a thumb, and none of them have been like this. So he wraps his fingers around Brian's cock, rolling the condom down his length. He watches as Brian's eyes darken and then flicker shut.
A hand lands heavily on Justin's shoulder and Brian's voice is a low growl as he orders the blond to turn around. Justin almost trips with the coveralls still around his ankles but Brian holds on to him, mostly likely more concerned about the well-being of his car than Justin's.
With Brian's coat bunched up underneath him, Justin leans down on his forearms, his forehead pressed against the cool metal of the hood. He feels entirely too exposed like that; it's uncomfortable and exciting at the same time.
Justin hisses when he feels the cool trickle of lube along the crack of his ass. Slowly, Brian runs a finger over Justin's hole before he begins to push in.
A low moan tumbles off Justin's tongue at the intrusion. It's surprisingly gentle (if these things ever are) but Justin's body still pushes back. He puffs out a breath, telling himself to relax, and suddenly there's two fingers inside him. His hands fist the expensive coat he is using as makeshift cushion and his eyes squeeze tightly as Brian opens him, stretches him. It's ridiculous that just in this very moment Justin realizes how long it has been since the last time he had sex.
Those thoughts are erased when Brian pulls his fingers out. Soon enough, Justin feels the head of the other man's cock press against his opening, and he exhales slowly as Brian pushes forward and into him. A low burn spreads from his ass up his spine and his body does his best to force Brian out.
With his hands on Justin's hips, Brian holds him steady, letting him adjust. It's a strange contradiction to the almost frantic kisses and gropes. When Brian finally starts to move, his thrusts are slow and shallow, like he is testing his waters. Justin responds by arching his back, relaxes, gives in.
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Date: 2012-10-26 08:28 pm (UTC)Brian shrugs out of his coat and tosses it on the hood, then he helps Justin unbutton his shirt, all of which happens without them breaking the kiss.
Finally, Justin has to pull back, slightly dazed. "Do you have condoms?" he manages, his voice a little ragged.
Brian shoots him a lop-sides grin, reaches past him and into his coat pocket for a condom and small pack of lube.
Justin watches him and tries not to feel ridiculous, standing there with his coveralls around his ankles and his dick hard as a rock. He can't help himself and starts stroking his cock but it's not the same. He wants Brian's hands back on him.
Brian, however, seems to have other plans for now. He tears the package open with his teeth and hands the condom to Justin. With a devious little smirk, he unzips his pants and makes a show of it. Then he nods at the condom. "Put it on me."
Justin does as he is told and it's a little weird. This isn't his first time but... well, he can count off his number of sex partners on one hand and a thumb, and none of them have been like this. So he wraps his fingers around Brian's cock, rolling the condom down his length. He watches as Brian's eyes darken and then flicker shut.
A hand lands heavily on Justin's shoulder and Brian's voice is a low growl as he orders the blond to turn around. Justin almost trips with the coveralls still around his ankles but Brian holds on to him, mostly likely more concerned about the well-being of his car than Justin's.
With Brian's coat bunched up underneath him, Justin leans down on his forearms, his forehead pressed against the cool metal of the hood. He feels entirely too exposed like that; it's uncomfortable and exciting at the same time.
Justin hisses when he feels the cool trickle of lube along the crack of his ass. Slowly, Brian runs a finger over Justin's hole before he begins to push in.
A low moan tumbles off Justin's tongue at the intrusion. It's surprisingly gentle (if these things ever are) but Justin's body still pushes back. He puffs out a breath, telling himself to relax, and suddenly there's two fingers inside him. His hands fist the expensive coat he is using as makeshift cushion and his eyes squeeze tightly as Brian opens him, stretches him. It's ridiculous that just in this very moment Justin realizes how long it has been since the last time he had sex.
Those thoughts are erased when Brian pulls his fingers out. Soon enough, Justin feels the head of the other man's cock press against his opening, and he exhales slowly as Brian pushes forward and into him. A low burn spreads from his ass up his spine and his body does his best to force Brian out.
With his hands on Justin's hips, Brian holds him steady, letting him adjust. It's a strange contradiction to the almost frantic kisses and gropes. When Brian finally starts to move, his thrusts are slow and shallow, like he is testing his waters. Justin responds by arching his back, relaxes, gives in.