Acapulco (You & Me Series)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Acapulco (You & Me-Series)
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.609
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovelymander3_swish - thank you :)
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
14. Be careful what you wish for
15. Changes - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16
16. Acapulco
Brian's POV
It had been a long flight and other than expected it rained when we arrived. You could think traveling with Sunshine means you have always sun, but it turned out that my Sunshine was busy worrying about practically everything when we left Pittsburgh Friday. He was very quiet during the flight, not even interested in joining the Mile-High-Club.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or is this the mood in which you plan to spend the weekend?” I asked him after a few hours, two drinks, and one horrible lunch they served us. First Class or not, not even the hot flight attendant was able to make me like that fish.
“Nothing’s bothering me,” he said. “I was just thinking about some things.”
“Not me, obviously.”
“Wouldn’t say that.” He sighed and turned a little to look me straight in the eyes. “I was thinking about Ted and Blake and this little boy they want to adopt and the fact that they probably won’t be allowed too since there’s a straight couple in the running.”
“Probably?” I mumbled. Normally I would make some sarcastic comments about that, but to be honest, when we were all there at Ted’s house, waiting for the social worker to convince herself that a gay couple was able to love and raise a kid just as good as every other couple. And then she didn’t even talk to us, but told them that there was another (straight) couple in the run – I felt sorry for them.
“This can happen to us, too,” Justin said. He looked forlorn.
“When exactly did we decide to adopt a kid?” Just asking…
“Theoretically. And it pisses me off. It’s just wrong. We should have the same rights.”
“We do.” Okay, being with Justin, who loves to fight for everything he thinks should be an equal right made me think about a lot of things. “Gay couples are allowed to adopt.”
“As long as there’s no straight couple in the running.”
“Normally there’s a waiting list for adoption,” I said and wondered since when I knew so much about that. “Showing up and choosing a kid is not the normal way in this country. Normally you have to wait for years.”
“Only for babies.” And since when did he know so much about it?
“Maybe they win.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure. And tomorrow we start being monogamous.”
Huh?
“You know, it just makes me angry,” he continues. “Whether we decide to adopt one day or not, it’s not right. Blake and Ted care about that kid, and from what we know the kid likes them, so where the fuck did that straight couple come from? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the agency brought that couple in, convinced them to want a 4 year old boy instead of a baby, and here we are.”
I was hearing what he was saying, but I wasn’t really listening to him anymore. Not because I didn’t want too, but because he totally caught me off guard with this and tomorrow we start being monogamous sarcasm. We once talked about it – more or less, but now it sounded as if he thought I would never be able to live monogamously. Not that I wanted to… at least I hadn’t thoughtabout it. I packed the condoms, a lot of them.
“I wish we could do something to help them.”
Like being monogamous? I sighed and shook my head. “When she called me I told her that I think Ted and Blake care a lot about the kid and would give him a good home.”
“She called you?”
“Yesterday. She was confirming the information Ted and Blake had given to her. Where they worked, how much they made, how long their work day was.”
And then he smiled at me, almost a Sunshine smile, as if I just had told him that… I don’t know, found a way to create world peace.
“You’re a good guy,” he said, leaned forward and kissed me.
As I said, when we landed it had rained and the air was a little sticky. As promised, Raymon had ordered a driving service and so after an hour in the car we ended up at the coast in front of a big white house with balconies on the ocean side.
“We bought some food for you, Mr. Kinney,” the driver said. “But if you have any wishes please feel free to call me. You’ll find my card right beside the phone in the apartment. It’s the top floor, the elevator is right in front of you, here’s the key. I’ll take care of your luggage.”
He gave us a key and we rode up to the top floor - there were only 4 floors, so the building wasn’t that high.
“Prime location,” Justin said and as soon as I opened the door to the apartment he practically fell into a “Wow”-“O my god”-“Wow”-“Amazing”-“Beautiful”-“Wow”-Slogan. I admit it was a very very luxurious apartment, completely furnished. We had an ocean view and we could hear the ocean. The bathroom was half as big as my entire loft, and contained a bathtub, a Jacuzzi, and a shower as big as our entire bathroom at home.
“Oh my god! Brian!”
I followed him to the bedroom, and yes, it was very impressive. Kingsize bed, of course, and a huge ottoman right beside the bed, positiioned with an ocean view. Opposite to the bed there was a flat screen TV hanging on the wall and a stereo system.
The floor was marble.
We were still standing at the window in the bedroom when Paul, our driver and as it seemed, butler, brought our luggage.
“I hope you like it,” he said and for a second I thought Justin was going to ask Paul to elope with him.
“Is it possible to get some warm food for dinner up to the apartment later?” I asked him. I had no intention in leaving this place again, I mean… there was an ottoman, a kingsize bed, and a Jacuzzi – not to mention a completely blissed Justin.
“Of course,” Paul nodded. “Whatever your want.”
“Pizza,” Justin said, “and burgers and fajitas.”
I nodded. “Yeah and for dessert we‘ll take a treadmill.”
Justin looked at me and gave me this smart-ass look before he turned to Paul again. “I would like a burger and fajitas and Mr. Carbfree, sorry, Kinney wants to have an egg white omelet with no toast.”
Wasn’t he just hilarious? Well, Paul thought so, but on the other hand it was his job to laugh. It wasn’t funny, was it? What the fuck?
“It’s just the jet lag,” I interrupted. “I’ll take some… fajitas, too.” Well, it was just one fucking weekend, some carbs after 7 PM wouldn’t kill me. I would just have to spend some more time at the gym next week.
“Okay,” Paul nodded. “Dinner will be ready for 8 o’clock.”
“And for dessert… surprise us,” Justin said and walked out of the bedroom.
“Breakfast will be at 9 AM, if it’s okay for you?”
I nodded and was glad when Paul finally left.
Since it was raining and a little windy, Justin decided that we would start our weekend in the Jacuzzi. It was a very big Jacuzzi, almost double the size as ours at home. It was good thing after the long flight. I was tired and the warm water with all the bubbles in it let me almost fall asleep.
“How important is Raymon for you?” Justin asked me after a few minutes and moved closer to me.
I shrugged. “He’s a big client.”
“Honestly Brian, no secrets. If you don’t get him, what would happen?”
“I would have to lay off some more people.”
He nodded and looked down. “How bad is it? On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 is not bad, 10 is very bad.”
“Five.”
He looked up again and moved closer again. Now he was sitting right beside me. “Okay, look, I thought about it, and I know you’re going to freak out and you don’t want to hear that…”
“But you’re going to say it anyway.”
“Of course, you know me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “If it’s about money, it’s just a 3 okay? We have some reserves; it won’t kill Kinnetik if Raymon doesn’t want to work with us.”
“Do we have to sell the house?” he asked.
“What? No. No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.” Since when was he so fucking negative?
“I don’t contribute much to the house,” he continued. “I could pay more. I do have a good job and I get paid well and it’s only fair that I should pay more for the house I live in, especially since it’s going to cost a little more now that we’re living there.”
Well, that wasn’t wrong. The costs had gotten higher: water, gas, electricity… “How much do you have in mind?”
“50/50.”
“No.”
He rolled his eyes. “Brian, I ca…”
“That’s too much and it’s not necessary. The loft is on the market for a renter, and with that there will be enough money to almost pay for the house completely.”
“How’s that?”
“Okay, maybe not completly.” Let’s be realistic. The loft was one room, the house had ten rooms. “But a part of it. So, if you want to pay more how about this. I’ll pay as always, the rent for the loft goes into it, too, and the rest you can cover.”
He seemed to agree, at least he didn’t start to argue with me. “How much would that be?”
I shrugged. “Guess something like $500.”
He sighed and crawled between my legs, his hands on my knees. “If Raymon doesn’t agree with your campaign, I’ll pay 900 Dollars for the house. If he does agree, I’ll go with 500.”
“Zack pays a lot.”
“As you once said I’m the star of the agency.”
Finally the weekend started. He kissed me and started to jerk me off and all I could think was, if we wouldn’t need condoms, we could fuck in the fucking water, all the time, everywhere and his want-to-be-funny comment from the flight ran back into my thoughts.
I broke the kiss and looked at him, my dick still in his hands. He looked confused. “What?”
Yeah, what? I gave him a soft smile and shook my head before I kissed him again and let him jerk me off.
Thirty minutes later we were laying on the bed, me on top of him, our tongues playing with each other and our cocks rubbing against each other. When I started kissing his neck, he moaned my name. Okay, he was still one orgasm behind me.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded.
There was nothing what I would’ve loved to do more. “Turn around.”
Justin's POV
I did, and I got on my knees while he grabbed the condom. I was so fucking horny. It was about time the weekend started going the way it was supposed to. Okay, the master plan probably was to create a campaign for Raymon, but after a few mind-blowing orgasms it was way easier to think.
I closed my eyes when I felt the lube at my hole. It’s always cold. I kept my eyes close and waited for Brian to enter me, but nothing happened - I just felt the bed wobbling a little. So I opened my eyes again and saw Brian lying right beside me, staring at the ceiling.
“What?” I asked and turned around to look behind me where he was kneeling, he’d lubed me and was about to fuck me. “What happened behind me?”
He sighed. “I don’t want this anymore.”
“Do I have a pimple on my ass?” I grabbed my ass and touched it.
“No.” He closed his eyes briefly, looked at me and showed me the condom still in its wrapper. “This.”
“The condoms? What about them?”
It must have looked weird since I was still on all fours, waiting for him to give me the orgasm he owed me.
“Why do you think I couldn’t be monogamous?” he asked me. He looked almost... sad.
He caught me completely off guard here, I had no idea what was going on. Weren’t we just kissing, rubbing, moaning, and ready to fuck?
“What?” Obviously something had happened, but so far I wasn’t able to follow his thoughts.
“I offered you a real relationship and you practically pushed me into another ass.”
Completely confused on my side… “Honestly Brian, what happened back there?”
He sighed again and stared back at the ceiling. I struggled, not knowing if I should touch him or not and if I should say something or not, but before I could figure out what to do next…
“I meant it.”
I had the feeling that waiting on all fours for him to fuck me was not the best idea, so I let myself fall down and leaned my head on my hand to look at him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him.
“If you want to be monogamous, why don’t you just tell me?”
“Apart from the fact that I have told you that… I don’t know, a lot of times, where is this coming from now?”
“On the plane, when we were talking about Ted and Blake, you used it as a … joke. And tomorrow we start being monogamous. And back then when I proposed to you I offered you what you called a real relationship and as soon as possible you shoved me up to another ass. And when we’ve talked about it lately, you haven’t mentioned anything about being monogamous.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Neither have you.”
“Because I don’t want to. I think. I mean…”
“What? What’s the problem? I’m horny, I’m hard, I want you to fuck me. You slapped the condom in my face and told me that you don’t want that anymore, but I’m the one who forced you into a monogamous relationship? Honestly Brian, get your thoughts straight.”
“Fuck!” He sat up.
I let myself fall on my back and sighed. “Unfortunately not.”
After a few seconds – which seemed like hours – he turned around to me and looked at me as if we had a really big decision to make.
“When was the last time you fucked someone else?” he asked me with a very serious tone in his voice.
I crossed my arms under my head. “When I celebrated my new job.”
He frowned. “That’s two years ago.”
“Possibly, yes, I haven’t kept track of the time.”
He nodded. “Why?”
Now I frowned. “Because it’s not important how many hours, days, weeks, or months went on between the last nameless fuck and today.”
“No, why did you never fuck someone else while you lived in New York?”
“I don’t know? It just never happened. I mean I lived there… for the weekends. And in between I worked and called you and talked to you over the webcam and then… went to bed.”
He nodded, he seemed lost in thought.
“What about you?” I asked him. I know if it was really important if his answer was yesterday or last month, but there must have been a reason why we were talking about it instead of fucking.
“Well, I’m afraid I can’t keep up with you.”
“That’s not a challenge.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “The last tricks were just blowjobs.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t feel like fucking them.”
“Scary.”
He just stared at the condom.
I cleared my throat. “Have you ever fucked someone raw?”
He looked at me and shook his head.
“But you want to fuck… someone raw?” I struggled with someone, but then what was I supposed to say? I wasn’t prepared for that talk. I mean, I would’ve been prepared for it if I was the one who would’ve come up with it, but here I wasn’t.
He rolled his eyes at me. “I want to fuck you raw.” His voice almost broke when he said it.
“Really?” I couldn’t help smiling. I must’ve looked like an idiot, at least it felt so.
“What do you say?”
I decided to tease him a little, I mean, after 8 years I finally – FINALLY – got an offer to be in an exclusive relationship with Brian Kinney, and it wasn’t even me who pushed it – this time – so of course I had to do something with that.
I cleared my throat. “You know what this means, right? No matter how hot new clients are, there’s no fucking anymore. You have to deal with them in a business way.”
“We live to learn, right?”
I nodded. “And even if you’re pissed, if we have a fight and you’re really mad, don’t want to see me and running out to get drunk at Babylon or Woody’s or wherever… there’s not sucking off or fucking. No matter how hot the guys are and no matter how willing. Keep that in mind, especially when I’m in one of my PMS moods and won’t let you fuck me.”
“When did that ever happen?” he asked, slightly confused and raised an eyebrow.
“Never, but you never know, now that we’re practically married and since it seems that I’m doomed to play the wifey in this relationship, it’s only fair to give me some PMS freedom.”
“And what do I get?”
I crawled closer to him and put myself on top of him. I knew we needed to get tested before we could fuck raw, but fuck even thinking about it was so fucking hot. I still couldn’t believe it really happened and I was willing to ask him if he was really serious about it and that he didn’t have to do it just for me, but then… why? He offered it, so why would I question it?
I kissed his neck, his chest and licked his left nipple. I saw the small scar from the cyst they removed a few years ago and stroked it lightly when I looked up at him again, to answer his question.
“You’ll get me.”
He put his arms around me to keep me close and nodded. “You’re really lucky that’s all I want, you know that?”
Wasn’t he just adorable? I mean… really… adorable? We’re talking about the I believe in fucking, not love-guy.
“I know and I am.” I leaned down to kiss him and soon it was a very passionate and stormy kiss, followed by some moans from both of us when our still half hard dicks rubbed together and got hard again and fuck, he stilled owed me an orgasm!
He turned us around, so that I was lying on my back and he above me and kissed me from top to bottom, well, to middle. I was really close to coming immediately when he started to suck me off. I covered my eyes with my hands and arched my hips while moaning. I almost choked when he started licking my balls and lubed my hole and then I heard the tear of the condom wrapper.
When he put my legs on his shoulder, I pushed him back with one hand and sat up. “No, wait.”
“What?” he asked breathless.
“I think the first time raw should be something special, maybe we shouldn’t fuck until then.”
The look on his face was all worth it: He looked as if I just told him that he had to lick pussies from now on because someone cut off all the dicks worldwide. I think for a fraction of a second he thought he was making the biggest mistake of his life by offering monogamy to me.
Not to mention that we were in Acapulco, in a luxury flat with so many new places to fuck. And we were both fucking hard and already close to coming – at least I was.
I’m not sure what gave me away me, but he sighed and pushed me back onto my back, placed himself between my legs and entered slowly into me. He held himself with both arms beside my shoulders and his hands were holding my head. I put my legs around his waist and sighed. “Feels good.”
He just looked at me for a few seconds before he leaned down for a kiss and then started to move, slowly. He knew I hated it because it always drove me crazy when he was doing that, just like I always teased him with rubbing us together instead of using hands or mouth.
But after all the foreplay, break ups, getting hard, getting harder, getting half hard and hard again… I couldn’t care less. Whatever he would did, I knew in the end I would get a mind blowing orgasm and that was all I wanted to have.
And it’s not that I hadn’t any ways and means to drive him crazy… Every time he pushed into me I clenched around his cock.
When we were lying in the bed, both breathless, Brian on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his half hard dick still inside me… I realized that there was nothing left for me to ask for. I got everything. And not only that, I also got it with him - the one person I always wanted to have it with but was so sure I would never get it with. So again, he proved it; he always keeps his promises - even though I told him he didn’t have too.
I stroked his hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.609
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely
mander3_swish - thank you :)As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
14. Be careful what you wish for
15. Changes - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16
16. Acapulco
Brian's POV
It had been a long flight and other than expected it rained when we arrived. You could think traveling with Sunshine means you have always sun, but it turned out that my Sunshine was busy worrying about practically everything when we left Pittsburgh Friday. He was very quiet during the flight, not even interested in joining the Mile-High-Club.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or is this the mood in which you plan to spend the weekend?” I asked him after a few hours, two drinks, and one horrible lunch they served us. First Class or not, not even the hot flight attendant was able to make me like that fish.
“Nothing’s bothering me,” he said. “I was just thinking about some things.”
“Not me, obviously.”
“Wouldn’t say that.” He sighed and turned a little to look me straight in the eyes. “I was thinking about Ted and Blake and this little boy they want to adopt and the fact that they probably won’t be allowed too since there’s a straight couple in the running.”
“Probably?” I mumbled. Normally I would make some sarcastic comments about that, but to be honest, when we were all there at Ted’s house, waiting for the social worker to convince herself that a gay couple was able to love and raise a kid just as good as every other couple. And then she didn’t even talk to us, but told them that there was another (straight) couple in the run – I felt sorry for them.
“This can happen to us, too,” Justin said. He looked forlorn.
“When exactly did we decide to adopt a kid?” Just asking…
“Theoretically. And it pisses me off. It’s just wrong. We should have the same rights.”
“We do.” Okay, being with Justin, who loves to fight for everything he thinks should be an equal right made me think about a lot of things. “Gay couples are allowed to adopt.”
“As long as there’s no straight couple in the running.”
“Normally there’s a waiting list for adoption,” I said and wondered since when I knew so much about that. “Showing up and choosing a kid is not the normal way in this country. Normally you have to wait for years.”
“Only for babies.” And since when did he know so much about it?
“Maybe they win.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure. And tomorrow we start being monogamous.”
Huh?
“You know, it just makes me angry,” he continues. “Whether we decide to adopt one day or not, it’s not right. Blake and Ted care about that kid, and from what we know the kid likes them, so where the fuck did that straight couple come from? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the agency brought that couple in, convinced them to want a 4 year old boy instead of a baby, and here we are.”
I was hearing what he was saying, but I wasn’t really listening to him anymore. Not because I didn’t want too, but because he totally caught me off guard with this and tomorrow we start being monogamous sarcasm. We once talked about it – more or less, but now it sounded as if he thought I would never be able to live monogamously. Not that I wanted to… at least I hadn’t thoughtabout it. I packed the condoms, a lot of them.
“I wish we could do something to help them.”
Like being monogamous? I sighed and shook my head. “When she called me I told her that I think Ted and Blake care a lot about the kid and would give him a good home.”
“She called you?”
“Yesterday. She was confirming the information Ted and Blake had given to her. Where they worked, how much they made, how long their work day was.”
And then he smiled at me, almost a Sunshine smile, as if I just had told him that… I don’t know, found a way to create world peace.
“You’re a good guy,” he said, leaned forward and kissed me.
As I said, when we landed it had rained and the air was a little sticky. As promised, Raymon had ordered a driving service and so after an hour in the car we ended up at the coast in front of a big white house with balconies on the ocean side.
“We bought some food for you, Mr. Kinney,” the driver said. “But if you have any wishes please feel free to call me. You’ll find my card right beside the phone in the apartment. It’s the top floor, the elevator is right in front of you, here’s the key. I’ll take care of your luggage.”
He gave us a key and we rode up to the top floor - there were only 4 floors, so the building wasn’t that high.
“Prime location,” Justin said and as soon as I opened the door to the apartment he practically fell into a “Wow”-“O my god”-“Wow”-“Amazing”-“Beautiful”-“Wow”-Slogan. I admit it was a very very luxurious apartment, completely furnished. We had an ocean view and we could hear the ocean. The bathroom was half as big as my entire loft, and contained a bathtub, a Jacuzzi, and a shower as big as our entire bathroom at home.
“Oh my god! Brian!”
I followed him to the bedroom, and yes, it was very impressive. Kingsize bed, of course, and a huge ottoman right beside the bed, positiioned with an ocean view. Opposite to the bed there was a flat screen TV hanging on the wall and a stereo system.
The floor was marble.
We were still standing at the window in the bedroom when Paul, our driver and as it seemed, butler, brought our luggage.
“I hope you like it,” he said and for a second I thought Justin was going to ask Paul to elope with him.
“Is it possible to get some warm food for dinner up to the apartment later?” I asked him. I had no intention in leaving this place again, I mean… there was an ottoman, a kingsize bed, and a Jacuzzi – not to mention a completely blissed Justin.
“Of course,” Paul nodded. “Whatever your want.”
“Pizza,” Justin said, “and burgers and fajitas.”
I nodded. “Yeah and for dessert we‘ll take a treadmill.”
Justin looked at me and gave me this smart-ass look before he turned to Paul again. “I would like a burger and fajitas and Mr. Carbfree, sorry, Kinney wants to have an egg white omelet with no toast.”
Wasn’t he just hilarious? Well, Paul thought so, but on the other hand it was his job to laugh. It wasn’t funny, was it? What the fuck?
“It’s just the jet lag,” I interrupted. “I’ll take some… fajitas, too.” Well, it was just one fucking weekend, some carbs after 7 PM wouldn’t kill me. I would just have to spend some more time at the gym next week.
“Okay,” Paul nodded. “Dinner will be ready for 8 o’clock.”
“And for dessert… surprise us,” Justin said and walked out of the bedroom.
“Breakfast will be at 9 AM, if it’s okay for you?”
I nodded and was glad when Paul finally left.
Since it was raining and a little windy, Justin decided that we would start our weekend in the Jacuzzi. It was a very big Jacuzzi, almost double the size as ours at home. It was good thing after the long flight. I was tired and the warm water with all the bubbles in it let me almost fall asleep.
“How important is Raymon for you?” Justin asked me after a few minutes and moved closer to me.
I shrugged. “He’s a big client.”
“Honestly Brian, no secrets. If you don’t get him, what would happen?”
“I would have to lay off some more people.”
He nodded and looked down. “How bad is it? On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 is not bad, 10 is very bad.”
“Five.”
He looked up again and moved closer again. Now he was sitting right beside me. “Okay, look, I thought about it, and I know you’re going to freak out and you don’t want to hear that…”
“But you’re going to say it anyway.”
“Of course, you know me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “If it’s about money, it’s just a 3 okay? We have some reserves; it won’t kill Kinnetik if Raymon doesn’t want to work with us.”
“Do we have to sell the house?” he asked.
“What? No. No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.” Since when was he so fucking negative?
“I don’t contribute much to the house,” he continued. “I could pay more. I do have a good job and I get paid well and it’s only fair that I should pay more for the house I live in, especially since it’s going to cost a little more now that we’re living there.”
Well, that wasn’t wrong. The costs had gotten higher: water, gas, electricity… “How much do you have in mind?”
“50/50.”
“No.”
He rolled his eyes. “Brian, I ca…”
“That’s too much and it’s not necessary. The loft is on the market for a renter, and with that there will be enough money to almost pay for the house completely.”
“How’s that?”
“Okay, maybe not completly.” Let’s be realistic. The loft was one room, the house had ten rooms. “But a part of it. So, if you want to pay more how about this. I’ll pay as always, the rent for the loft goes into it, too, and the rest you can cover.”
He seemed to agree, at least he didn’t start to argue with me. “How much would that be?”
I shrugged. “Guess something like $500.”
He sighed and crawled between my legs, his hands on my knees. “If Raymon doesn’t agree with your campaign, I’ll pay 900 Dollars for the house. If he does agree, I’ll go with 500.”
“Zack pays a lot.”
“As you once said I’m the star of the agency.”
Finally the weekend started. He kissed me and started to jerk me off and all I could think was, if we wouldn’t need condoms, we could fuck in the fucking water, all the time, everywhere and his want-to-be-funny comment from the flight ran back into my thoughts.
I broke the kiss and looked at him, my dick still in his hands. He looked confused. “What?”
Yeah, what? I gave him a soft smile and shook my head before I kissed him again and let him jerk me off.
Thirty minutes later we were laying on the bed, me on top of him, our tongues playing with each other and our cocks rubbing against each other. When I started kissing his neck, he moaned my name. Okay, he was still one orgasm behind me.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded.
There was nothing what I would’ve loved to do more. “Turn around.”
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I did, and I got on my knees while he grabbed the condom. I was so fucking horny. It was about time the weekend started going the way it was supposed to. Okay, the master plan probably was to create a campaign for Raymon, but after a few mind-blowing orgasms it was way easier to think.
I closed my eyes when I felt the lube at my hole. It’s always cold. I kept my eyes close and waited for Brian to enter me, but nothing happened - I just felt the bed wobbling a little. So I opened my eyes again and saw Brian lying right beside me, staring at the ceiling.
“What?” I asked and turned around to look behind me where he was kneeling, he’d lubed me and was about to fuck me. “What happened behind me?”
He sighed. “I don’t want this anymore.”
“Do I have a pimple on my ass?” I grabbed my ass and touched it.
“No.” He closed his eyes briefly, looked at me and showed me the condom still in its wrapper. “This.”
“The condoms? What about them?”
It must have looked weird since I was still on all fours, waiting for him to give me the orgasm he owed me.
“Why do you think I couldn’t be monogamous?” he asked me. He looked almost... sad.
He caught me completely off guard here, I had no idea what was going on. Weren’t we just kissing, rubbing, moaning, and ready to fuck?
“What?” Obviously something had happened, but so far I wasn’t able to follow his thoughts.
“I offered you a real relationship and you practically pushed me into another ass.”
Completely confused on my side… “Honestly Brian, what happened back there?”
He sighed again and stared back at the ceiling. I struggled, not knowing if I should touch him or not and if I should say something or not, but before I could figure out what to do next…
“I meant it.”
I had the feeling that waiting on all fours for him to fuck me was not the best idea, so I let myself fall down and leaned my head on my hand to look at him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him.
“If you want to be monogamous, why don’t you just tell me?”
“Apart from the fact that I have told you that… I don’t know, a lot of times, where is this coming from now?”
“On the plane, when we were talking about Ted and Blake, you used it as a … joke. And tomorrow we start being monogamous. And back then when I proposed to you I offered you what you called a real relationship and as soon as possible you shoved me up to another ass. And when we’ve talked about it lately, you haven’t mentioned anything about being monogamous.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Neither have you.”
“Because I don’t want to. I think. I mean…”
“What? What’s the problem? I’m horny, I’m hard, I want you to fuck me. You slapped the condom in my face and told me that you don’t want that anymore, but I’m the one who forced you into a monogamous relationship? Honestly Brian, get your thoughts straight.”
“Fuck!” He sat up.
I let myself fall on my back and sighed. “Unfortunately not.”
After a few seconds – which seemed like hours – he turned around to me and looked at me as if we had a really big decision to make.
“When was the last time you fucked someone else?” he asked me with a very serious tone in his voice.
I crossed my arms under my head. “When I celebrated my new job.”
He frowned. “That’s two years ago.”
“Possibly, yes, I haven’t kept track of the time.”
He nodded. “Why?”
Now I frowned. “Because it’s not important how many hours, days, weeks, or months went on between the last nameless fuck and today.”
“No, why did you never fuck someone else while you lived in New York?”
“I don’t know? It just never happened. I mean I lived there… for the weekends. And in between I worked and called you and talked to you over the webcam and then… went to bed.”
He nodded, he seemed lost in thought.
“What about you?” I asked him. I know if it was really important if his answer was yesterday or last month, but there must have been a reason why we were talking about it instead of fucking.
“Well, I’m afraid I can’t keep up with you.”
“That’s not a challenge.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “The last tricks were just blowjobs.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t feel like fucking them.”
“Scary.”
He just stared at the condom.
I cleared my throat. “Have you ever fucked someone raw?”
He looked at me and shook his head.
“But you want to fuck… someone raw?” I struggled with someone, but then what was I supposed to say? I wasn’t prepared for that talk. I mean, I would’ve been prepared for it if I was the one who would’ve come up with it, but here I wasn’t.
He rolled his eyes at me. “I want to fuck you raw.” His voice almost broke when he said it.
“Really?” I couldn’t help smiling. I must’ve looked like an idiot, at least it felt so.
“What do you say?”
I decided to tease him a little, I mean, after 8 years I finally – FINALLY – got an offer to be in an exclusive relationship with Brian Kinney, and it wasn’t even me who pushed it – this time – so of course I had to do something with that.
I cleared my throat. “You know what this means, right? No matter how hot new clients are, there’s no fucking anymore. You have to deal with them in a business way.”
“We live to learn, right?”
I nodded. “And even if you’re pissed, if we have a fight and you’re really mad, don’t want to see me and running out to get drunk at Babylon or Woody’s or wherever… there’s not sucking off or fucking. No matter how hot the guys are and no matter how willing. Keep that in mind, especially when I’m in one of my PMS moods and won’t let you fuck me.”
“When did that ever happen?” he asked, slightly confused and raised an eyebrow.
“Never, but you never know, now that we’re practically married and since it seems that I’m doomed to play the wifey in this relationship, it’s only fair to give me some PMS freedom.”
“And what do I get?”
I crawled closer to him and put myself on top of him. I knew we needed to get tested before we could fuck raw, but fuck even thinking about it was so fucking hot. I still couldn’t believe it really happened and I was willing to ask him if he was really serious about it and that he didn’t have to do it just for me, but then… why? He offered it, so why would I question it?
I kissed his neck, his chest and licked his left nipple. I saw the small scar from the cyst they removed a few years ago and stroked it lightly when I looked up at him again, to answer his question.
“You’ll get me.”
He put his arms around me to keep me close and nodded. “You’re really lucky that’s all I want, you know that?”
Wasn’t he just adorable? I mean… really… adorable? We’re talking about the I believe in fucking, not love-guy.
“I know and I am.” I leaned down to kiss him and soon it was a very passionate and stormy kiss, followed by some moans from both of us when our still half hard dicks rubbed together and got hard again and fuck, he stilled owed me an orgasm!
He turned us around, so that I was lying on my back and he above me and kissed me from top to bottom, well, to middle. I was really close to coming immediately when he started to suck me off. I covered my eyes with my hands and arched my hips while moaning. I almost choked when he started licking my balls and lubed my hole and then I heard the tear of the condom wrapper.
When he put my legs on his shoulder, I pushed him back with one hand and sat up. “No, wait.”
“What?” he asked breathless.
“I think the first time raw should be something special, maybe we shouldn’t fuck until then.”
The look on his face was all worth it: He looked as if I just told him that he had to lick pussies from now on because someone cut off all the dicks worldwide. I think for a fraction of a second he thought he was making the biggest mistake of his life by offering monogamy to me.
Not to mention that we were in Acapulco, in a luxury flat with so many new places to fuck. And we were both fucking hard and already close to coming – at least I was.
I’m not sure what gave me away me, but he sighed and pushed me back onto my back, placed himself between my legs and entered slowly into me. He held himself with both arms beside my shoulders and his hands were holding my head. I put my legs around his waist and sighed. “Feels good.”
He just looked at me for a few seconds before he leaned down for a kiss and then started to move, slowly. He knew I hated it because it always drove me crazy when he was doing that, just like I always teased him with rubbing us together instead of using hands or mouth.
But after all the foreplay, break ups, getting hard, getting harder, getting half hard and hard again… I couldn’t care less. Whatever he would did, I knew in the end I would get a mind blowing orgasm and that was all I wanted to have.
And it’s not that I hadn’t any ways and means to drive him crazy… Every time he pushed into me I clenched around his cock.
When we were lying in the bed, both breathless, Brian on top of me, his face buried in my neck, his half hard dick still inside me… I realized that there was nothing left for me to ask for. I got everything. And not only that, I also got it with him - the one person I always wanted to have it with but was so sure I would never get it with. So again, he proved it; he always keeps his promises - even though I told him he didn’t have too.
I stroked his hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.
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on 2011-11-19 12:26 am (UTC)Ok...my heart is racing and I do not know why. Yes I do. I love it when Brian is all feelly and in love.
There are so many great things about this chapter. So much honesty, so much love. Wow they have come so far. Sorry I can not make a comment worthy of your writing tonight. But I loved this.
Please stay that it isn't over. Please.
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on 2011-11-19 11:03 pm (UTC)But it will be over soon.
Thanks. Glad you liked it :)
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on 2011-11-19 12:36 am (UTC)An "I so fucking love this chapeter" one.
So, do you realize how complicate is Brian?? You just need a joke to make him think about being monogamous!!! How this little joke ended in a so profund conversation??
I love this man. And you♥
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on 2011-11-19 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-11-19 04:24 pm (UTC)We HAVE to trus and LOVE Soulmate, aren't we?
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on 2011-11-19 11:04 pm (UTC)I expect you to be there when I'm coming to Lanzarote next year.
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on 2011-11-19 01:08 am (UTC)Gina Marie
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on 2011-11-19 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-11-19 01:40 am (UTC)great chapter.
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on 2011-11-19 11:05 pm (UTC)It's about time, isn't it *gg*
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on 2011-11-19 11:09 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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on 2011-11-19 02:50 am (UTC)Dee Dee
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on 2011-11-19 11:06 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and leaving a comment, glad you're still on :)
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on 2011-11-19 07:08 am (UTC)That was so beautiful, LS!!! *happy sigh*
I'd like to have more of this, but I'll understand if you chose to let us fill the gaps in our minds =)
*hugs*
V.
p.s
I loove that little PMS remark, but..hmmm, something tells me Justin would never be the wifey in the relationship ;)
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on 2011-11-19 11:07 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it.
*hugs*
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on 2011-11-20 04:16 am (UTC)*hugs you tight*
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on 2011-11-19 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-11-19 11:09 pm (UTC)Yay!
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on 2011-11-19 11:10 pm (UTC)Well, from time to time it's fun to tease Brian a little *gg*
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on 2011-11-20 02:24 pm (UTC)Thank you for this wonderful story...
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on 2011-11-21 11:05 pm (UTC)Oh Steffi... you definitely know how to make a girl happy.
It was so funny to see how Brian couldn't stop thinking about what Justin said on the plane...
And I'm so glad at the end that he was the one who proposed monogamy.
So very well done sweetie, thank you ♥ Hugs
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on 2011-11-27 03:31 pm (UTC)Thanks a lot, happy to read that this little chapter made you happy. So, now I'll take care of the rest of the gang so that in the end they're all happy, hm?
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on 2011-11-27 03:32 pm (UTC)Amused?
Both?
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on 2011-11-27 05:35 pm (UTC)