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Anita ([info]leelee2005) wrote,
@ 2008-03-25 21:29:00
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Current mood: mischievous

Fic: Trimming is (not) Everything
Title: Trimming is (not) Everything
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Late S1
Summary: Justin has a dilemma. Will Brian help him decide?
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Cowlip.
Beta: Many thanks to the lovely [info]vl_redreign.
Feedback: Please let me know what you think.

"I had a fabulous date last night," Emmett announces cheerfully, and Justin half-expects him to start clapping his hands.

Morning rush or not, he leans against their booth, a coffee pot in his hand, and listens.

"Do tell," Michael says around a mouthful of fried eggs, and both him and Ted look at Emmett expectantly.

"We went back to my place and just as I turned around to close the door, I heard it."

"You heard what?" asks Ted as he cuts his bacon.

"The sound that's music to every gay men's ears," Emmett says cryptically and then pauses. When he's sure he has everyone's attention, he continues. "His zipper going down," he adds mischievously.

Michael and Ted sigh in unison and Justin grins. He steals a glance at Brian who looks bored out of his mind.

"So I dropped down to my knees in front of him right then and there, and slowly pulled down his pants. And you won't believe what I saw."

"He had two dicks?" Brian asks in mock horror.

"Not two dicks," Emmett says dryly.

"Three?" Justin asks, grinning and his grin only widens when Brian chuckles.

"I know!" Michael suddenly looks up, mid-chew. "He had a fake dick!"

"Hush, all of you," Emmett waves them off. "He had the big nose," he says simply and then takes a sip of his coffee while everyone looks at him blankly.

"He had a nose on his dick?!" Ted asks horrified and rather loudly, causing a few heads to turn towards their direction.

"Of course not, Teddy," Emmett reassures as he gently pets his friend's arm. "He had two eyes above his dick." Ted's eyes only widen, but Emmett doesn't seem to notice. "I said he had the Big Nose," he carefully emphasizes every word.

"And what the hell is that?" Brian asks a bit impatiently.

"I can't believe no one knows what I'm talking about," Emmett says as he looks around, but seeing everyone shake their heads he continues. "You simply trim the pubic hair into the shape of two eyes above the penis, and voila, you have the Big Nose."

"So this guy," Justin begins and everyone looks at him, "basically made two holes in his pubes that looked like two eyes, and thus his dick looked like a big nose?" he half-asks, half-states.

"Exactly!" Emmett says excitedly. "It was really funny."

Ted laughs. "Sounds kinky."

"Sounds ridiculous," Brian says, having already lost interest in the conversation.

Just then Debbie appears at their table with their checks in her hand. She hands them out to everyone while she looks at Justin.

"Sunshine, don't just stand here all day. I only have two hands and half of gay Pittsburgh is having breakfast here this morning."

"Sorry, Deb," Justin smiles at her apologetically and moves to walk away.

"Not to mention for some reason they like to pinch your butt more than mine," Debbie calls after him and then pinches said butt herself.

Justin yelps and almost drops the coffee pot. "Ouch. Careful, Deb. I'm still recovering," he says as he rubs his ass.

"What happened, sweetie?" Emmett asks, although he already knows the answer.

Before Justin can answer, Brian does for him. "Last night young Justin had a fabulous date himself - with my Big Cock," he looks at Emmett pointedly; one might say, quite pleased with himself.

"I thought you didn't do dates," Emmett says innocently, before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Apparently his dick does," Ted quips and Brian glares at them both.

"Uh, spare us the details, please," Michael grunts as he stuffs two French fries in his mouth.

"Speak for yourself," Emmett says as he smiles up at Justin.

"Sorry, boys," Brian nudges Michael out of the boot. "I gotta run. Work calls."

"Hold it," Debbie hollers. "I'd like to remind everyone that this Saturday, dinner at my place at seven. And I expect everybody," she looks at Brian, "to be there. I don't care if it's Nine Inch Night or God knows what at Babylon. This is more important. And if anyone thinks otherwise, I will rip their dicks off with my bare hands."

"Why Debbie," Brian smiles at her sweetly. "How can I refuse a dinner invitation like that?"

"Just be there, you little asshole," Debbie says, and it's amazing how she can make the "A" word sound like an endearment. She pockets the money everyone fished out of their wallets and then walks away.

Brian gathers his briefcase while he looks at Michael who's just finishing up his breakfast. "C'mon, Mikey. I'll drop you off."

Justin is leaning over another table, refilling someone's cup, by the time Brian and Michael walk away behind him. Brian gives Justin's left ass cheek a healthy squeeze and then grins when Justin yelps in surprise.

Michael just rolls his eyes.

*~*~*~*


"But I thought you said he found it ridiculous," Daphne frowns as she takes a bite from her apple.

"He did," Justin says and takes a bite of his own.

Still wearing their school uniforms, although their jackets are lying discarded somewhere around the room, they're hanging out in Justin's room.

Well, technically, it's Michael's room, but everyone refers to it now as Justin's. Sometimes, even Michael.

Daphne is lying on her side on the bed and Justin is sitting Indian-style in front of her.

"Then why'd you want to do it?" she asks.

"I never said I wanted a Big Nose," Justin clarifies. "I said I was just thinking about trimming it, in general."

"But why?" Daphne asks as she takes another bite. A little juice runs down her chin and she wipes it off with the back of her hand.

"I dunno," Justin answers. "I guess I just want him to find me sexy or something," he grins at her sheepishly. "I don't want him to get bored with me."

Daphne rolls her eyes. "Hello? How long have you two been together? Well, sort of. It's been months, Justin. I think Brian likes you just the way you are."

Justin smiles at her. "I guess. But still, Daph, I want to surprise him. And I bet he'd love it if I told him he could trim me the way he wants."

They chew together for a while in silence.

"I think it's cute," Daphne says after a while.

"What is?" Justin asks.

"That you love him soooo much," she sing songs. "First the nipple ring and now this. You'd do anything for him."

"Shut up, Daph!"

Daphne bursts out laughing seeing the expression on Justin's face, and Justin can't help but smile.

After all, she's right.

But he still throws a pillow at her for good measure.

*~*~*~*


Brian has no doubt it is no accident Justin is seated directly across from him during dinner, and the little shit takes full advantage of it - not that Brian isn't enjoying the show.

He stares at Justin's mouth as the tip of his pink little tongue darts out to slowly lick off some marinara sauce that stains his obscenely full lower lip, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva behind.

He thinks about something white (and much more delicious, he's sure) Justin could be licking off his lips, and it takes all of Brian's self-control not to climb across the table, ignoring everyone else, and attack said lips. But even he has his manners, not to mention reputation.

Instead, his hand disappears under the table and he adjusts his suddenly too tight pants.

When he looks up, Justin is watching him, an amused little smirk playing in the corner of his mouth, and Brian knows it should irritate him, but strangely it doesn't. In fact, it only makes him hornier.

Goddamn little tease.

After dinner, he tells Justin to grab his bag and tries not to notice the way Justin's whole face lights up when he realizes what this means (he will be spending the night) and he definitely chooses to ignore the little voice inside his head that tells him that it won't be the first time that week.

But who is counting?

*~*~*~*


After the loft door slides shut, Justin knows it's going to be hard and fast tonight. He knew it was dangerous to tease Brian during dinner because he will have to pay for that one way or another. On the other hand, Justin's learned that being punished by Brian Kinney is something one looks forward to.

So, Justin's sure that Brian is going to grab him any minute now and bend him over the back of the couch or across the kitchen counter, or maybe drag him to the bedroom and push him face first on the bed.

He doesn't realize he's taken a few steps away from the door until Brian grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him flush against his chest.

"Where d'you think you are going?" Brian breaths directly into his ear and Justin feels a shiver run down his spine. He turns around and looks up at Brian.

"I was thinking the bedroom, but we can do it here if you want to," Justin says as he smiles up at Brian from under his lashes, something he knows drives Brian crazy. He reaches up to unbutton Brian's shirt, but Brian grabs his wrists and holds them between their bodies.

"Brian?" Justin asks a bit confused, but Brian just looks at him blankly.

"Brian," Justin tries again, "don't you want to fuck me?" He steps a little closer, but Brian just stares at him.

When Justin starts to fidget under Brian's intense scrunity, Brian lets go of his wrists and puts a hand on Justin's shoulder and pushes downwards. Justin is almost relieved to sink down to his knees.

Once he's eye level with Brian's crotch, he pushes up Brian's shirt and kisses the warm skin underneath. He follows the downy little hairs with his tongue from Brian's navel until they disappear inside his pants. Then he moves lower and rubs his face cat-like against Brian's erection. He can smell Brian's arousal and it makes Justin's mouth water.

Brian runs his fingers through Justin's short hair before he cups the back of his head and pulls it back.

"Suck me off," he orders quietly and Justin almost misses it from the blood rushing in his ears.

He quickly unbuttons and unzips Brian's pants and pushes them down to his ankles. No underwear, of course. Justin licks his lips when Brian's hard cock springs free and Brian has to ball his hands into fists by his sides to keep himself from showing his dick down Justin's throat.

Justin grips Brian's hips with both hands and flattens his tongue at the base of Brian's cock. He slowly licks its underside, paying homage to the thick vein he knows quite intimately, until he reaches the head where he flicks his tongue across the slit.

He repeats this several times until Brian's cock is slick with spit and then he takes the head into his mouth and sucks on it gently. He reaches down with one hand to cradle Brian's balls in his palm, just holding them, and Brian groans softly above him.

More pre-come coats Justin's tongue and he pulls off Brian's cock to smear it across his full length. He looks up as he jacks Brian's cock a few times and Brian is unable to look away, his own eyes half-lidded, his lips slightly parted in anticipation.

Then finally Justin takes him into his mouth again and slowly slides down until his nose is buried into Brian's pubes. Justin inhales deeply the musky scent before he slides back up and twirls his tongue around the head. He fondles Brian's balls while he grasps Brian's cock with his other hand and jerks it on every upstroke.

Every once in a while Brian's cock hits the back of Justin's throat and Brian gasps every time Justin swallows around it.

Justin alternates between bobbing his head faster and then going slower until Brian cups his head to guide his movements.

Then suddenly Justin wrenches his head away and Brian almost fucking whimpers and then groans loudly when Justin starts mouthing his balls. Brian lets him play for a while before he cups the back of Justin's head and pulls it up to his cock. He shoves it all the way down Justin's throat who swallows greedily.

Brian sets the rhythm this time; pulling out just a little bit and then thrusting back inside. Soon his hips starts moving as he fucks Justin's mouth. Justin relaxes his throat and grips Brian's ass, encouraging him to go deeper.

Justin's own cock is rock hard inside his pants and he isn't ashamed that he got hard just from this. As far as Justin is concerned, blowing Brian is one of the biggest turn-on's in his life.

Brian is getting closer, Justin can smell, and then Brian grips his hair and yanks his head back, and Justin groans not from the pain but the lack of Brian's cock in his mouth.

For a split second it doesn't register in his mind what's happening, but then Justin realizes that Brian is coming all over his face and he opens his mouth wider to catch some of it.

Brian's body shakes with the aftershokes as his cock jerks a few more times in his hand. He looks down at Justin in front of him, face covered in come, cheeks flushed, and fuck if it isn't the hottest thing Brian has seen in a long time.

He collects a little come off of Justin's cheek with his finger and brings it to Justin's lips. Justin sucks his finger clean and Brian feeds the rest of it to him in this manner.

Judging from the sounds Justin's making, Brian was indeed right; Justin likes it better than marinara sauce.

*~*~*~*


Brian wakes up to an empty bed in the middle of the night. Still half-asleep, he goes to take a piss in the bathroom.

There's no sign of Justin. That's strange, Brian thinks. The kid should be passed out in Brian's bed. He still has a vivid memory of the workout he gave Justin's ass a few hours ago.

On his way back he finally spots Justin sitting in front of the computer. Brian frowns and decides to go check out what's keeping Justin awake.

"Hey," Justin says, looking up briefly when he hears him approaching.

"What are you doing?" Brian asks as he rubs a hand across his face.

He stands behind Justin and glances at the computer screen. Then snorts.

My Pubic Hair

"I was thinking," Justin begins as he turns and looks up at Brian, "you could do me," he adds with a flirtatious smile.

Brian leans down to nuzzle behind his ear, while his arms snake around Justin's waist to stroke the soft skin of his belly.

"So bend over," he says directly into Justin's ear.

Justin huffs but Brian doesn't miss the little catch in his breath.

"Later," Justin says. "Seriously, Brian. Which one do you like?"

Brian sighs as he looks at the screen, images flashing before his eyes as Justin scrolls down the page. Then he looks at Justin's profile and without missing a beat, he reaches over to shut down the computer, while he buries his other hand in the dark blond tuft above Justin's cock.

"This."

~the end~


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