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30 July 2005 @ 02:51 pm
Handcuffed Continued  
Handcuffed

Brian

Rule number one: Always be prepared!

But I wasn’t. I really didn’t expect to get laid on the first day.

Justin does things to me. He turns me on. He makes my heart thump. He makes me feel. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling like this. I want to hold him in my arms. I want him to be mine. I want to be his.

But right now, I want a fucking condom.

I walk up my driveway and look down at my crotch.

“Erection, erection, go away. Come again another day.”

Great, I’m singing to my fucking boner.

I shake my head and open the door to my house. I ignore my parents and run straight up to my room. I grab my toiletry bag and dump it out on the bed. I rummage through it. I grab the condom box and open it, shoving my hand inside.

No! Say it isn’t so!

I packed an empty box of condoms. I am the worst person ever.

Justin

I curl up in my navy blue blankets and think of Brian. He’s so sure of himself. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He’s gorgeous. He’s perfect.

He’s…out.

I wish I could have that bravery. I wish I could just stand up and say, “This is who I am.”

But I can’t.

I admire Brian so much for that. His parents seem so understanding. Mine could never be. Brian is everything I’m not. He’s everything I want to be. He’s everything I want.

I’m going to give myself to him. All of me.

I hope I don’t disappoint him. I hope he comes back soon.

Brian

I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

“Dad! Come here!” I call from the bottom of the stairs. He walks over with an eyebrow raised. Hey, that’s my move.

Maybe I stole it from him at birth.

“I thought you were at Justin’s?” I roll my eyes at him. I want to be at Justin’s, in Justin.

“Yeah, um, shit.” I feel my cheeks get hot. I can’t do it. I can’t ask my dad to give me a condom he’d use to fuck my mom so I can go fuck Justin. I just can’t.

Hey, my erection went away.

“What is it?” He looks amused. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, looking up at me. I take a deep breath.

“Do you have any condoms?” I whisper, looking around to make sure my mom isn’t near. He starts laughing, a loud, gut busting laugh.

“Thanks.” I cross my arms and huff. Just give me a fucking condom.

“There’s such desperation in your eyes!” He laughs harder and grabs his stomach. I tap my foot and roll my eyes.

“Dad. Condom.”

“I’m glad to see you’re playing safe. As I’ve always told you. No glove, no love.”

Oh. My. God.

Dad!

“Joan, come here!” Oh god no. Not my mom. Oh god. She walks over to us, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

“What is it?”

“Brian has met himself a little friend already.” He tells her, an evil gleam in his eye. That’s him. Evil.

“Oh? That’s lovely.”

“Yep, our boy has fallen for the boy next door.” I sit down on the bottom step and bury my face in my hands, shaking my head back and forth.

“Aw, that’s so cute! A typical boy meets boy story.” You can stop talking any time.

“He wants to know if we have any condoms. Do we, honey?”

Holy fucking shit. I look up at him and glare. Can you see the hate in my eyes, dad? Fucker. I think I might be permanently red. My dad just asked my mom for a condom so I can go deflower the boy next door.

I pound my head against the wall. Can I die now? Please?

“You guys sure work fast,” she laughs.

“Yeah, yeah.” I stand up and roll my eyes. “Where do we stand on the condom situation? Yay or nay?”

“We haven’t gotten around to buying any yet,” my dad tells me. He could have just fucking told me that. He’s so fucking lucky I love him.

“All that? You could have just said no and I would have gone to buy some. I could have been halfway up his ass already! Jesus!” I grab my wallet and keys from the table by the door and storm out. Their laughter follows me out to my car.

I should be comforted by the fact that my parents don’t have an active sex life. Instead I’m just annoyed. I want a fucking condom.

Now where is the nearest store?

Justin

Who cleans their room naked?

That’s what I’m doing. I can’t just sit there. My mind is working too fast, thinking up ridiculous shit. I’m thinking of the most disastrous situations.

What if my parents come home, and my dad walks in and sees Brian’s dick up my ass? Oh shit.

Or what if I scream so loud in the throes of passion that the nosey bitch across the street calls the cops? Stop it, Justin!

I change my sheets. I want to lose my virginity on the red ones.

That’s stupid. The sheets are going to be dirty again anyway.

What will happen after we have sex?

Will we be boyfriends? Will he be done with me? Will he expect me to be out and proud with him? I just can’t.

Can we be in a relationship while I’m still in the closet?

I like him so much already.

I close my eyes. Stop thinking, Justin.

This is entirely unfair. Most people just make a snap decision in a moment of passion and boom, virginity gone. I have all this time to think about shit while he’s running around getting a condom.

Brian

Ok, what the fuck? There must be a condom shortage in the greater PA area.

The first two gas stations were a no go. How could they not have condoms when I am this horny.

That’s not even right.

I park the Jeep in front of this little grocery store and I’m tempted to leave the engine running. I put it in park and run inside. I jog along the aisles until I spot them.

Condoms, oh glorious condoms.

Aisle five is my salvation.

Thank god. They have the good kind. After all the hurry, I stand there staring at the selection.

Why are the condoms always right next to the tampons and pregnancy tests? Bleh.

I find myself wondering what kind of lube would feel the best for Justin. I examine four bottles before finally choosing one. I’ve never cared about that shit before.

But with him, how he feels is incredibly important to me.

Holy shit. This lube is eight dollars. Oh well. Only the best for my blond.

Denise

This is the most boring job ever.

I sigh and lean against my register, studying my fingernails. An old lady with six hundred cans of cat food and even more gallons of milk starts unloading her cart onto the conveyor belt.

God damn you, old lady.

My eyes move away from the tuna and chicken flavored cat chow and to the guy in line behind her. He’s bouncing up and down and he keeps rolling his eyes.

Hey, I know that guy.

He’s the new guy. He’s in my English class. What’s his name? Shit.

Oh yeah, Brian. He’s so hot, but totally gay. What a shame.

What the hell is he doing? His eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his sockets. He’s staring at the old lady with pure disbelief. That’s when I see the items he’s waiting to purchase, a box of condoms and a tube of lube.

I almost laugh out loud. No wonder he’s so antsy.

He’s got a boy waiting for him somewhere. How cute.

I check out the cat food and milk as fast as I can, just for him. I swear I see tears in his eyes when I tell her the total and she pulls out a bag of change. Poor guy.

He’s muttering something under his breath and I smile. I keep count with the lady because if she loses count, I’ll smack her myself.

“17.56…17.57…17.58…”

If I feel like killing myself, I can only imagine how he feels.

“59, 60, 61, 62 and that’s it! Thanks and have a great day.”

“Wait, I have a coupon.” Brian slumps against the candy rack and lets out a whimper. I start to giggle and I look over at him. He meets my eyes and I see recognition flicker across his features.

“Sorry,” I mouth to him.

Lady death finally leaves to go feed her kitties and Brian slams the items down on the register. He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and forces a smile.

“I could make this like a bad movie, and call for a price check over the intercom on these condoms,” I tell him.

“Yeah, but if this were a bad movie, the condoms would be pee wee sized. And these definitely aren’t.” He smirks at me and I ring up his purchases.

“Would you like a bag with that? Or I could gift wrap them for you.” He glares at me and I laugh.

“Just let me pay for the damn things,” he snaps. There’s amusement in his voice. I like him. He’s nice.

“That’ll be 12.49.” He hands me a debit card and I swipe it through the machine. It beeps. I bite my lip and do it again. It beeps again. Uh oh.

“Brian?”

“Yes Denise?”

“It says your card has been denied.” I give him a sympathetic smile and he slams his head against the counter. I pat his head awkwardly. This has to suck.

Justin

Where the fuck is he? My hard on went away like fifteen minutes ago.

My room is immaculate. Mom will be proud.

Shit. I wonder when they’re coming back. As if on cue, the phone rings. I pad into my parent’s room to pick up that extension.

“Hello?”

“Hey Justin.”
Oh no. It’s my mom. And I’m sitting on their bed. And I’m naked.

EW!

I jump up and stand in the middle of the room.

“Hey Mom. What’s up?” Well, this is awkward.

“What have you been doing all day?”
Oh nothing. I met a hot guy, brought him over, and I got a lesson in giving head. We’re going to have sex as soon as he gets his hot ass back here. Just the usual.

“Nothing. I played some Tomb Raider and did some homework.” Wow, my life was boring before Brian.

“But it’s a Friday night. You should be out doing something exciting.”
I’m sure I’ll think of something. “Do you think you could survive on your own until Sunday night? Molly made the finals and we’re going to stay here.” I feel the grin spread across my cheeks.

I am absolutely giddy with excitement.

“I suppose I’ll manage. Is there enough food?”

“Yes. And if you need anything else, there is a credit card in the bottom drawer of your father’s desk. The pin is on the back. You can use that.”


Well, I’m definitely filing that bit of information away for future use.

“I’ll be fine, Mom. You guys have fun. Tell Molly I said congrats. Love you.”

“I love you, too. Be good.”


“I will.” Yeah right. I hang up the phone and run back to my room with a huge grin on my face.

Life is good.

Brian

Life sucks.

I pray to the god of gay virgins, please, be good to me.

One little condom. That’s all I want. Is that so much to ask?

“Fine.” I stand up and sigh. “Shit.”

Denise looks around. There’s no one in line behind me. There’s no one around. She smiles devilishly and pushes the bag of beloved objects across the counter to me. I raise my eyebrow at her.

“Go get him.” She cocks her head towards the door and I swear I feel my lip tremble. Denise is now my favorite person ever. I run around the counter and wrap my arms around her in a tight bear hug.

“Thank you, thank you thank you!” I kiss her cheek and she giggles. “You’re the best. See you in class on Monday.” I kiss her cheek one more time and grab the bag. I sprint out of the store and dive into my car.

Time for sex!

Justin

Ok, now I’m nervous.

Is it going to hurt?

Will everything change?

Do I really want to do this?

I hear my front door slam shut and I smile, even as my stomach twists up in knots. I’m so fucking scared.

But then Brian comes into my room, so gorgeous, beautiful, and naked.

Any doubts I may have had disappear as soon as he leans over and presses his lips to mine.

“Where are your clothes?” I laugh.

“Somewhere between my car and here. I’m pretty sure my left shoe is in your front yard.”

He smiles at me and dumps the condoms and lube onto my bed. My eyes lock onto them and widen. I gulp.

Oh shit. It’s really going to happen.

Brian leans over to kiss me, and I lean back on the bed. His hands run up my bare sides and my heart thumps against my chest.

This is it.

Handcuffed

Brian feels me trembling.

He pulls his lips away from mine and I mourn the loss. He stares into my eyes and the gaze is so intimate, so intense, that I almost have to look away. I hold his gaze, letting him see my desire…and my fear.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks me, stroking my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.

No, I’m not sure.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Will it hurt?”

He sighs. That isn’t good.

“It will hurt a little bit, but I’m going to do everything I can to make this absolutely perfect for you. I promise.”

“Ok…hurt like ow I bumped my head? Or ow I just got a limb chewed off by a rabid animal?” I laugh nervously and he smiles.

He kisses my lips again, so tenderly. I feel his cock against my thigh and I absently rub up against him.

My head is spinning. My body is shaking.

I’m aware of his lips against my cheek, against my neck, on my collarbone. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I will myself to calm down.

I want this.

I want this with him.

He kisses down my body until he reaches my belly button. He circles it with his tongue and dips it in and out slowly as he soothingly rubs my hips.

It’s really hard to be nervous when he does that.

His lips move lower and that’s when I realize that after all we’ve done, I haven’t felt his mouth on my dick. I have a feeling I’m about to.

When his lips encase the leaking tip of my cock, I feel a moan escape my lips. I don’t hear it due to the blood pulsating between my ears. He’s helping me relax, after he’s waited for so long. He’s being so patient with me.

He cares about me.

My dick slips deep into his mouth, and he sucks me with what I can only imagine is an expert technique. I feel my body relax and I moan softly as his thumbs move in circles on my hipbones.

At this moment, I’m not scared.

I want to experience this, all of this, with him.

He deep throats me and swallows around my cock and I almost lose it. My hips arch up into his mouth and he bobs up and down slowly. I look down and see that mop of chestnut hair move up and down. He looks up and meets my eyes and I smile at him.

He presses his tongue into my slit, and I shoot.

He swallows it all. I watch him lick a drop of my juices from his lips.

“Feel better?” He asks me. I nod and grin sleepily. I watch him start to jack himself off slowly, his strong hand sliding up and down.

Why is he doing that?

I sit up and furrow my brows in confusion.

“I need to, Justin. I need to cum or I won’t make it.” He pumps faster and cums into his hand with a loud groan. He starts to lick his juices from his hand and I sit up to help him. He tastes so good.

I run my hand down his bronzed skin, feeling his abs under my fingertips. When I reach his groin, he hardens again. He gently pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. He’s right. I feel much more relaxed.

“Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing as I do it?” He asks as he smoothes my damp hair away from my forehead. I nod a little. He leans down to kiss me and I see him pick up the tube of lube out of the corner of my eye. My body tenses up again for a moment, but then he kisses me harder, with that kiss, and I turn to jelly.

“I’m going to use my fingers first, to loosen you up.” I nod and spread my legs a little, giving him better access. I watch him squeeze a large amount of the liquid onto his long fingers. He rolls them around, making it warm. He lifts one of my legs and slips one finger in slowly.

It’s not bad, a tiny pinch. I’ve done this before, during desperate jerk offs when nothing else seemed to work.

“Ok?”

“Yes.” Wow, my voice worked. I thought it was gone forever.

“Another finger.” I feel him pull his index finger out. Then I feel two fingers push back in, so slowly. I wince. He leans over and kisses me as he moves his fingers in and out, in and out. In and oh god.

“Feel good?” His voice is hot against my lips. I nod and push back against his fingers. He moves them a little faster and starts scissoring them apart. I feel the pinch again and my face twists up. He licks a bead of sweat from my upper lip and kisses me again.

I can’t stop shaking. This is so incredible.

“Oh god,” I breath into his mouth. He eats my words and kisses me again.

“Another.” His voice is so low, so soft. I keep my focus on his eyes as he slides a third finger into my tight hole. I feel my muscles grip him and pain burns through me. How is he supposed to fit? Oh god.

He moves his fingers in and out, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel pleasure coursing through my veins. He’s watching me. He’s watching my every expression. He’s listening to my every whimper. He’s so very alert.

I’m so very gone.

I feel his fingers leave me and I feel empty. Please put them back. I push my hips back wantonly and moan in protest.

“Are you ready, Justin?” His voice sounds far away.

Yes, I’m ready. Please, share this with me. Take me.

“Do it.” I swallow hard. My throat is so dry. I open my eyes and look at him. He gets between my legs and opens the box of condoms. His hands are shaking. I see the box trembling. He pulls the little foil packet out and tosses the box to the floor. I watch him roll it onto his hard dick. It’s so big, so thick.

It’s about to possess me, fill me, take me.

Oh god.

He squirts more lube onto his fingers and I watch him warm it again. He strokes it into his shaft, coating it liberally. He rubs a large amount around my hole and wipes his hand on a towel I placed near the end of the bed. I watch him close his eyes and take a deep breath. He’s steadying himself. He’s getting ready. I take a deep breath too.

Everything is moving in slow motion. Everything is so intense.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders.” His voice is shaking. He guides my legs up onto his shoulders, stretching the muscles of my thighs. He runs his hands up my legs to my knees and holds my knees tightly.

I watch him take deep breaths, in and out. I do the same.

“I want you to know something, Justin.” I look up at him. My eyelids feel so heavy. “This isn’t just a fuck. You’re important to me. This means something.”

Wow.

I’m no longer falling. I’m plummeting. And I’m about to smack bottom.

“I care about you, too.” I reach up and touch his cheek. He leans down and kisses me. My knees are on either side of my face. My thighs burn. I feel his dick against my ass. It’s so hard.

“Ready, Justin?” He asks me, staring straight into my eyes.

I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

“Yes.”

“Ok. Tell me if it hurts too much or you want me to stop ok? I want this to be so good for you.” I nod and kiss him again. He sits up and I watch him take his cock in his hand. I feel the blunt head press against my puckered hole and my head falls back against the pillow.

Oh god. This is it.

I force myself to keep my eyes open. I want to see his face. I bite down on my lip and cry out as the head of his cock breeches my body.

Ow, ow, ow.

He stops when just the head is in. It burns. Shit. I feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes and panic spreads across his face.

“Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?”

No. Yes.

“No.” He rubs my hips soothingly and doesn’t move a single muscle until I adjust. Once I feel the burn go away, I nod for him to continue. He pushes in a little bit more and I clench. It’s too much.

“Justin, you have to let me in. Let me in.” He kisses my lips, my eyes, my throat, my forehead.

I want to. I can’t.

“How?” Oh god, I want to.

“Push me out. Trust me, just push me out.” I push and he slides in.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

“Oh god, Justin.” It hurts, but it’s laced with pleasure. He slides in all the way. Oh god, I can feel his balls against my ass. He’s in.

Oh my god. He’s all the fucking way inside of me.

“So tight, Justin. So good. Oh fuck.” He’s babbling incoherently against my lips. I feel so full, so complete. I feel the pain give away to something else…something intense. I want more. Fuck, can it get better than this?

He lifts his head up and looks into my eyes. He kisses me, and neither of us breaks the gaze.

“How do you feel?” He asks as his fingers tangle themselves in my sweaty hair. I slide my hands up his back, feeling the perspiration that is gathering on his skin.

“I feel…full. I feel amazing.” He smiles and kisses me again.

“You feel incredible. So hot.” He kisses me. “So tight.” He kisses me again. “You’re squeezing me like a vice inside of you. You’re perfect.” Another kiss.

I moan. His hands slide up and his fingers tweak my nipples. Holy shit.

“Can I move now?” He asks me as he kisses my temple.

“It gets better?” He laughs. I smile.

“Much better. Let me show you.” I look right into his eyes.

“Show me.”

Show me all of it.

He props himself up over me and stares down at me adoringly. I feel him pull his hips back and his dick starts to leave me.

No, don’t go.

He pulls out until just the head lingers inside of me. Then he pushes back in, so fucking slowly that I could cry. My legs slip down and I wrap them around his waist. I grab his shoulders, his neck, his hair, anything. He moves in and out, over and over, until I scream in pleasure.

I could die right now, and my only regret would be that I’d never get to feel this again. We never break away from the hold our eyes have on each other. I memorize each and every gold fleck, every stripe of green, every spot of brown. His eyes are incredible.

My hands slide down to his ass as he moves a little faster. Our moans echo in my ears. The smell of sex and sweat and oh god him, fill the air. I push my hips back to meet every thrust, every stroke. My cock is leaving a puddle of juices on my stomach and they slide into my bellybutton as he lifts my ass up.

It can’t get any better than this.

“I’ve got something else to show you,” he grunts out. His voice is so primal, so rough. I love it.

“What’s that?” I’m so surprised I can form actual words. He smiles wickedly and he pulls almost all the way out. I feel him angle his hips in a different way. He thrusts in hard and something inside of me just explodes.

Oh my god. Holy fuck.

“What was that?” I pant out. My entire body is tingling. “Please do it again.”

“That was your prostate. And you’ve got it.” He does it again and I arch up and moan. I can’t even describe this. He does it again, and I feel my orgasm explode inside of me.

I orgasm in colors. Bright hues of orange, purple, and red. Then it all fades to black.

Brian thrusts once, twice, three times, and he follows right behind me. He groans out and his entire body stiffens for a moment, his neck stretching back in a graceful curve. He collapses on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

My body is completely limp. I don’t think I can ever move again. But when Brian goes to pull out, I seem to find the strength to grab his shoulders.

“No. Don’t go.” He smiles and rests back on top of me.

“Am I too heavy?”

“Not at all.”

“That was so amazing,” he breathes out. I know what he means.

“It was incredible. Thank you.” I kiss his chin, feeling a hint of rough stubble scrape my lips.

“Thank you.” He kisses my lips and stares into my eyes, his lips turning up into a smile that I can’t even begin to describe.

Thud. I’ve hit bottom.

Here’s the deed to my heart, Mr. Kinney. Where do I sign?

Handcuffed

When I wake up we are in a pile of sweaty, tangled limbs and heat soaked skin. Blond hair tickles my nose and I feel soft lips resting against my neck. I’m afraid to open my eyes, afraid it’s all a dream.

I've never felt this content.

I run my fingers along soft, pure, pale skin. It's so smooth, so perfect. His body is a glorious weight on top of mine.

I take a chance and open my eyes. He's still there. I'm still holding him. I sigh happily.

I look out the window and see the moon high in the sky. It must be late. I snuggle back against my blond and close my eyes.

Wait a minute. My eyes pop open. It's late.

His parents are supposed to be home late.

Shit.

"Justin." I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. "Wake up."

"Hmm." He shakes his head against my neck and moans a little. I smile. He's adorable.

"Wake up." He lifts his head and stares at me sleepily. He smiles and kisses me gently. My heart beats faster. I love how he can do that to me. "When are your parents supposed to be coming home?" He gets a big grin on his face.

"They called while you were on the great condom hunt."

Fucker. I smirk, tongue in cheek.

"They aren't coming home until late Sunday night." Ooh, that's interesting. He climbs on top of me and kisses up my neck. God, that feels good. He takes my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it.

"How will you ever keep yourself busy?" I ask him as I run my hands up his back. He kisses my lips and pulls away slightly. I can still feel his breath on my lips. I feel them brush against mine as he speaks, so soft, so low.

"Wanna have a sleepover?"

Hell fucking yeah I do.

"That's a wonderful idea, Sunshine. I should stay to make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble."

Unless I'm the one causing it.

“Yaye.” He fucking purrs and spoons up against me. I hold him tighter.

I’ve never kissed anyone the way I kiss him.

I’ve never held anyone the way I hold him.

I’ve never fucked anyone the way I fuck him.

I feel like I should be scared by that, but I’m not. It’s comforting. This is all going so fast. Zero to sixty in no seconds flat. Warp speed.

The weird thing is, I like it that way. Being with him was incredible. I’ve never felt like that before, ever. I slide my hand up between his shoulder blades and inhale his scent deeply. He smells like cotton, sugar, and me.

“Mmm, we’re all sticky.” We are. I feel glued to him. My hair is stuck to my forehead. It’s nice, laying here all wet and sticky.

“Want to take a shower?”

Ooh, I want to fuck him in the shower. I want to press his wet, soapy body against the glass and lick drops of water from his creamy skin.

Most of all, I want to be inside of him again.

“A shower sounds like an excellent idea.” He gets off of the bed and grabs my hand. I lean down and grab a condom from the small pile of them on the floor. When I threw the box down earlier, they all scattered.

They’re just screaming, “Use me!”

He leads me through what I presume is his parents’ bedroom. He closes the bathroom door behind us and lays two fluffy blue towels out on the counter. He wiggles his ass enticingly as he steps into the large, open shower. I growl deep in my through.

That ass is so mine.

Steam fills the shower as the hot water beats down on us relentlessly. I watch his pale white skin turn red from the heat. I pull him against my body and kiss him hard, right under the spray. This kiss is harder, needier, than any of our others. He kisses me with such fierceness that I feel like he is trying to crawl inside of me and stay safe and warm forever.

And I want him to.

I match his kiss with equal vigor, battling with his tongue for dominance. I suck on his tongue so hard that I think I might swallow it. When I can no longer breathe, I pull away from the airtight lock he has on my lips. His face follows mine and we pant into each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s oxygen. I hold him so tight against me for a moment. I turn our bodies and push him into a sitting position on the built in shower seat. He stares up at me, looking so fucking beautiful.

I pour some shampoo onto his mop of hair and work it thoroughly, feeling the blond strands slip through my fingers. I position him under the spray and watch in awe as the water rinses him clean.

I’m jealous of the water. It gets to touch him so closely. So close, it seeps inside of him.

We trade places and he returns the favor. His hands feel so good on my scalp. When he’s all done, I stand and tilt my head back against the spray. I feel his hands slip and slide along my body, and my dick grows harder. I softly push him against the shower wall and kiss along his neck. I pull away and watch his eyes widen as I stroke him slowly. He moans and I squeeze tighter.

“Do you want to do it again?” I ask him. He nods and I grin. I reach out of the shower stall and grab the condom. This time I waste no time in rolling it down my achingly hard cock. I switch our positions and gently push him against the glass next to the door. He gasps as his hard dick comes in contact with the hard, cold glass. I spread his legs and kiss his neck as I slide two fingers into his tight little hole. He cries out in pleasure and I prepare him quickly, using the water as lubrication. I scissor my fingers back and forth and pull them out fast. He moans in protest.

“Ready?” I ask him, nudging his puckered opening with the head of my cock. His head falls back against my shoulder.

“Yes. Please,” he mumbles against my chin. I intertwine my fingers with his and hold our hands against his stomach as I push in slowly, pausing after just the head is inside. My eyelashes flutter and my jaw goes slack.

It’s so fucking good.

I hold his hip and take a deep breath. I feel him shaking again. It’s so sexy when he does that. His whole body shudders when something feels really intense. I feel his skin tremble beneath my hand on his hip. He pushes back against me and I slide in all the way, so slowly.

I want to go fast, I want to take him and fuck him wildly. But I can’t. I have to go slow with him, and that’s amazing, too. I’m going to teach him everything, one step at a time. I don’t want to hurt him. I want him to feel amazing. I want him to love every second of it.

There will be plenty of time to fuck the shit out of him in the future.

I press in as deep as I can go and place both hands on his slim hips. I press my cheek against his hair and will myself to calm down. At this rate, I’ll never last. I listen to him whimper, listen to him moan and pant. I feel him writhe and shake.

I do this to him. All of this.

He slides his hand back and clasps it over mine on his hip. His other hand is resting against the glass, keeping him steady. I take a deep breath and start to move in and out slowly.

He is so fucking tight. It’s never felt like this. Oh god.

We move together in perfect sync. He knows what I want. I know what he wants.

We’re dancing together, our bodies responding to the beat of our hearts. This is a dance only we know, only we can see.

I want to dance like this forever.

I look up and moan as I see us in the mirror above the sink. Steam is swirling around our bodies and we look so fucking good together. I watch us in the mirror. We’re so hot. I watch his expressions. His eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip.

I want him to scream.

“Look at us, Justin.” I lick and bite his ear as I whisper to him, thrusting long and deep. “Look how beautiful we are. See how fucking hot you are?”

He looks up and we lock eyes in the mirror. We moan and groan, I thrust and he pushes back, but we never break the gaze we have on each other in the mirror.

This is the most erotic moment of my entire life.

“Please go faster.” I barely hear his raspy plea, but I obey it without question. My thrusts get harder, faster, deeper. His moans get louder. “Oh yes.”

“Oh fuck, Justin. You’re amazing. I’m so close.” I don’t take my eyes off of the mirror. I watch his face closely as I rotate my hips so I nudge his prostate on each thrust. His face is so beautiful, especially while he’s moaning.

“Brian!” My name sounds so good coming out of his mouth. I readjust my eyes, taking in the whole picture. He screams out in pleasure and I watch in the mirror as cum shoots from his dick and splatters against the glass.

Fuck, that’s hot.

I feel his hole spasm around my dick I’m gone. I cum so hard I literally see stars. White, black, and blue stars. My orgasm makes my whole body spasm with the intensity.

Holy shit.

My legs turn into gel and I lean against Justin. We sink down to the tile floor, our knees coming in contact with the floor. I slip out of his ass and remove the condom. He sighs as he feels me leave him.

Believe me, it made me sad too.

He turns around in my arms and I hold him so tight. I kiss his lips softly. I can feel his heart beating against my chest. Our heartbeats are perfectly in sync.

We just sit there, holding each other, kissing each other, and breathing. The water runs cold and we leave the shower in a daze, drying each other off. We walk back to his room hand in hand and collapse on the bed. His body immediately molds against mine, his curves lining up with my dips like two pieces of a puzzle.

God, this feels good.

“Brian?” His voice is quiet, spilling from his mouth into the hollow of my ear hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Are we…never mind.”

I hate when people do that. He’s not getting away with it.

“Are we what?” I ask him, lifting his chin up so he meets my eyes.

“Are we…?” He pauses. His eyes are big and round, so full of wonder. I want to climb inside of them. “Are we boyfriends now?”

What’s this feeling? Ah yes, panic.

I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never had anything even remotely resembling a boyfriend. I’ve never wanted one, never needed one. But now…I think I might.

I blink and let out a deep breath. I open my eyes and gaze at him.

“Do you want to be?” I whisper. Now I sound hesitant. He brings his hand up and cups the side of my face. His thumb travels across my bottom lip and I kiss the digit softly.

“Yes,” he replies. I smile and kiss the tip of nose.

“I guess that makes us boyfriends.” He gets the smile, that smile, and my heart melts. He kisses me with such adoration that I have to close my eyes from the intensity of it all.

Wow. Boyfriends.

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Justin

I have a boyfriend!

It’s so exciting. I look down into his beautiful eyes as I straddle his slim hips. I want to kiss him. I want him inside of me again. I never want him to leave.

I lean down and kiss him hard as I grind my cock against his. I feel him harden against me and I grind harder. He moans into the kiss and pulls away. He grins up at me and slides his hands up onto my hips.

“You’re insatiable,” he tells me as his tongue slides into his cheek. “I love it.”

“You’ve created a monster,” I tell him as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and roll it between my teeth. He grips my hips harder and thrusts absently against me as I suck and nibble on the swollen flesh.

I’ve never known how it feels to be truly wanted. All my life, nothing has ever been good enough. I’ve always been one step behind, a disappointment. I wasn’t needed. I was just…there.

Now someone really wants me. It’s an amazing feeling.

Brian slipping two fingers into my ass jars my brain from its thoughts. What a reality check.

I immediately respond by pushing back against his fingers. He reaches over and grabs a condom from the pile on the nightstand.

God, there are condoms everywhere.

I watch him as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth without ever taking his eyes off of me. He looks, is, so sexy I can barely stand it.

He rolls the latex down his hard dick and I move to get off of his lap and lay down. His hand on my hip stops me.

“What?” I give him a curious look. His eyes are almost black with lust. I lick my lips at the sight of him.

“I want you to ride me.” His voice is so rough and sexy, that I nearly come. I straddle him again and take a deep breath. This is new.

“Ok,” I breathe out. He takes his thick shaft in his hand and holds it straight up. I position myself over him and I feel the blunt head nudging my hole.

“Sit on it,” he tells me. He keeps his eyes trained on me. “Slowly.” I nod and lower myself onto his hard pole. I watch as his eyelashes flutter and his eyes roll back in his head. He moans as I lower myself all the way down. When he is buried to the hilt inside of me, I let out a loud groan.

Oh my fucking god, this is good. Always good. Always amazing. Will it always be like this? Oh fuck, I hope so.

I know so.

I move my hips up and down slowly, drawing out each motion. I’m in control. His dick is inside me, but I’m running the show. It feels good. He grips my hips tighter and I move up and down faster. He feels so hot inside me, so big. I clench my muscles and move faster.

I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am babbling incoherently. Words like fuck, yes, oh god, and oh right fucking there come tumbling from my swollen lips. I look down at Brian’s face. He grunts as he thrusts up into me. I study the curve of his lips, the shape of his cheekbones.

My boyfriend is fucking gorgeous.

He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I lean down to kiss him. Before our lips meet, I thrust up and feel us slipping. I roll to the side and we land in a pile of limbs and sweaty flesh on my floor.

I land hard on my hip and wince. Brian’s hip hits the floor as well and we roll until I’m back on top of him. I watch Brian’s face change as the fall breaks him out of his euphoric haze.

“Justin,” he whispers. I’m blushing too hard to look at him. I just rolled us off the fucking bed! “I think you just broke my dick.”

No, not his dick! Not his beautiful dick!

That’s when I realize that through our tumble, he stayed buried inside of me.

“I’m sorry! How did I hurt your dick?” I watch as he winces and grabs my hips.

“When you rolled, you jerked to the side, and took my cock with you. Ow. It’s bent. You killed it. You killed my dick!”

I freak out for all of five seconds before he starts to laugh. I slap his chest and start laughing loud. That makes him laugh harder. We both shake with laughter on my bedroom floor, his dick deep in my ass.

“Ah Justin! Stop!” He gasps out. “I can’t breathe!”

That only makes me laugh harder.

“Justin!” He flips us over so he is on top of me. He silences my giggles with a kiss. The laughs quickly turn into moans as his tongue explores the deep recesses of my mouth.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. I feel his breaths against my lips, hot and quick.

“My dick feels better.”

“That’s good.”

“Wanna finish?” He gives me a wicked smile and I answer him with an intense kiss.

We spend the next hour christening my bedroom floor.

~

I have rug burns on my knees.

How cool.

“Justin?” Brian says. Shh, be quiet. Sleepy time. “Justin.”

“Hmm?” I respond, raising my eyebrows but not opening my eyes.

“It’s ten o’clock. I don’t have any pajamas.” He’s teasing me. He’s smirking, that sexy smirk. I can see it without even opening my eyes. I don’t move from my position, curled tightly around his body.

“We don’t need pajamas,” I mumble. I kiss his nipple just because it’s there.

“Well I need to run to my house and get some clothes for tomorrow and let the ‘rents know what’s going on. I’ll only be gone a few minutes.” He gets up off of the floor and stretches. I watch his muscles twitch below his skin and I lick my lips.

“I’ll go with you.”

What? What did I just say? Meet the parents? Oh shit.

“Are you sure?” He asks. I look up and meet his warm hazel eyes. No.

“Yes. Just let me get dressed.” He nods and pulls on his jeans. I must have separation anxiety or something. I can’t leave his side for a second.

I get off the floor and pull on a pair of blue pajama pants and a white tee shirt. I comb my fingers through my hair and rub my eyes. I must look like shit.

I watch Brian pull his shirt on over his head and shake out his hair. He looks beautiful. He smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. The moonlight flows into my room through my window and it makes his skin just…glow. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. I swoon.

He takes my hand and I hold onto it, so tight.

“Let’s go.”

Brian

I hold Justin’s hand as we walk up my driveway. He seems nervous. There’s no reason to be. My parents will love him. Man, they are going to shit when I tell them I have a boyfriend. They’re used to me parading a plethora of boys along, never choosing just one.

I look back at Justin and smile. Not anymore.

He smiles back and his steps mirror mine. I open my front door and usher him inside. I pull him towards the living room, where I know my parents will be. We stop at the doorway and I push him against the wall and give him a little kiss.

“They’ll love you,” I tell him. He laughs nervously.

“Wow, meeting the parents. If we keep going at this rate, we’ll be married by Tuesday.” I laugh and kiss him again.

“Wait here.” He nods and I step into the living room.

“Hey Brian,” my dad says happily. “All done over at Justin’s?”

“Not even close,” I respond. I run over to my mom and playfully sit on her lap. She laughs at me and I wrap my arms around her neck. “Guess what mom?”

“What baby?” She looks up at me and I lean in closer.

“I have a boyfriend!” I exclaim and jump off of her lap. Ok, I’m acting like a giddy little schoolgirl.

“What? Brian that’s wonderful!”

“Way to go, sonny boy. One day in the Pitts and you’ve found yourself someone.” My dad smiles at me before raising his can of cola to me.

I think I’m blushing.

I run over to the doorway and grab Justin’s hand. I pull him out into the living room and wrap my arms around him from behind. His cheeks flush red and he waves. He’s so adorable.

“Justin, this is my mom Joan, and my dad Jack.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” Justin moves out of my grasp and shakes their hands.

What manners.

“Nice to meet you, Justin. You seem to have reeled my boy right in.”

“Sure did,” I tell her. I like him so much already. My heart is all atwitter.

“We have to go over and meet your parents,” my mom tells him. “We haven’t done that yet.”

“They’re out of town until Sunday night,” I inform them. “So, I’m going to stay at Justin’s and keep him company.”

I give my dad an evil grin and he takes in our appearances and shakes his head. I put my hand on Justin’s hip. I have to be touching him. I want to be kissing him.

We need to get out of here.

“For future reference, Justin isn’t out to his parents.” I don’t want my parents meeting his and outing him. “So, when it comes to them, we’re just good friends, ok?”

“You’re secret is safe with us, sweetie.” My mom smiles up at him and Justin blushes.

“We know how hard it can be to come out,” Jack tells him. “You do what you have to do.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kinney.” Justin runs his fingers through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. His shirt slides up to reveal a thin strip of pale flesh. My eyes instantly lock on it.

My libido is off the fucking charts.

“I’m sure I’d be right in assuming you boys haven’t eaten,” my mom smirks. Justin’s stomach growls and I laugh out loud.

“We’ve been a little busy,” I admit.

“Brian!” Justin slaps my stomach and scowls at me. My parents just laugh. My mom stands up and puts her hand on Justin’s shoulder.

“I’ll get you boys something to eat.” She kisses my cheek and then Justin’s. His jaw drops open in surprise.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Thanks mom!” I grab his hand and lead towards the stairs.

“I take it you found some condoms,” my dad laughs. I stop and Justin slams into the back of me.

“Way to embarrass me in front of the significant other, ass.” He winks at me and I shake my head and roll my eyes. “We’ll be upstairs.”

“Play nice.”

“DAD!”

~

I lead Justin into my bedroom and push him towards the bed. All the flashes of sweaty, pale skin and golden hair, bright blue eyes and full cherry lips that were dancing through my mind on the way up here are now gone. I just want to…hold him.

How fucking lesbian is that?

Moonlight floods my room, intruding my space through bare windows. We lie down on my bed and face each other. We’re so close, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, toes to toes.

I wrap my arms around him, my hands sliding under the back of his shirt. His eyes are so blue, even in the dark. His lips are so inviting. I kiss him.

“This is a little crazy,” I whisper without thinking. The words are barely there, a mere brush of air against his lips.

“What is?” He asks in a tone just as soft.

“This.” I kiss him. “Us.”

“Bad kind of crazy?” He tenses in my arms a little. I kiss his fears away.

“No, no.” I push his hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. “A wonderful kind of crazy.” God, his smile…it blows me away. I’ll do anything to keep that smile on his face.

“It’s all moving so fast,” he whispers. “It’s surreal.”

“It’s a blur.”

“It’s amazing.”

Then we lay there, staring at each other. His eyes are so beautiful. This feeling is so new, so fresh, so different.

It seems like hours. We lay there, not talking. We touch each other, soft gentle caresses of bare skin.

“I love you.” It’s a rushed whisper from Justin’s lips and my eyes widen. He blushes and closes his eyes.

He loves me?

I put my hand on his cheek and he opens his eyes and looks at me hesitantly. I can see it.

He loves me.

“Brian, I…”

I kiss him, long, slow, soft, loving.

“I love you too.”

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Justin

“You know, I didn’t think I believed in love,” I hear Brian whisper against my lips. “Now I’m so deep in it I can’t breathe. Not bad for a day’s work.”

“I guess you just never met the right boy.” I say cockily, sticking my tongue out at him. His tongue reaches out to meet mine playfully.

Thirty seconds later his hand is down my pants and I’m trying my hardest to crawl inside of his mouth and live there forever.

I’m kissing my boyfriend, my lover. God, this is intense. This morning I couldn’t commit to a pair of socks, and now I’m in love with this gorgeous boy. It’s unreal.

Oh god.

“I’m close,” I whisper harshly after pulling away from his lips to moan. He smiles wickedly and before I know it, he’s under the covers pulling my pants down.

His fucking parents are right downstairs. We can’t do this. My dick slides into his mouth and my eyes roll back.

Oh, suddenly don’t care anymore. Suck away, sweetheart.

I slide my hands into his hair and bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. The pleasure his mouth creates is too intense. A loud groan escapes my lips before I can stop it.

I can’t stop whimpering. Shit.

Brian’s hand slides up my body and covers my mouth. His hand muffles my moans and he sucks my dick harder. I bite and suck on his palm, trying my hardest not to moan.

This is really fucking hot.

He deep throats me and I shoot into his mouth. He swallows it all and slowly pulls his hand away from my mouth and he softly cleans me up. I breathe heavily, my eyes following the patterns the shadows make on the ceiling.

I had no idea I could cum so many times in one day.

Well, I had no idea I could fall in love in a day either, but I did.

I feel Brian’s lips traveling up my body to my neck. He licks and sucks softly on the skin there until he finally raises his head to meet my lips. As he kisses me softly, I feel him pull my pants back up over my ass and I lift my hips to help.

I am so tired.

I look into Brian’s eyes, and I can see he is tired too. He shifts his body so he is lying next to me and he gathers my body up in his arms. I pull the blanket over us and bury my face in his neck.

“So this is love?” I ask him as I trace undefined patterns on his stomach under his tank. I breathe in his scent. I want to bottle it.

“I’d say so,” he replies. “I’ve never been in love. But I’ve never felt like this either. I just know that I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you. I know that I never want to leave your side, and that you have complete control of my heart.”

Shit, he’s going to make me cry.

I cup his cheek in my hand and stroke the skin with my thumb. I know he can see the tears in my eyes. I lean forward and kiss him softly.

“I feel the same way,” I whisper. He smiles and holds me tighter. I relax against him, relishing in his warm embrace. He lightly strokes my hair, and within minutes I fall asleep.

Brian

I watch my boyfriend sleep. I watch his eyelashes flutter as he dreams, and I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath. It’s like if I look away from him, he’ll just disappear.

I have no clue how long I watch him in the pale moonlight. He looks so gorgeous. I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. I know I won’t wake him. He sleeps like the dead, if our nap this afternoon was any indication.

I hear my door creak open and yellow light floods my room. I look over Justin’s shoulder to see my mom walking in.

“Shh,” I whisper. She nods and walks closer.

“Are you guys sleeping here?” She asks.

“It looks that way. I don’t want to wake him.” She smiles and looks down at Justin.

“He’s really handsome.”

“I know. I think,” I pause and look up at her. “I love him, mom.”

“Wow.” She looks surprised, but she smiles and nods. “Already?”

“Yeah, it’s insane.” I smile at Justin’s sleeping face fondly.

“It’s not insane. Maybe you guys were meant to be together.” I smile up at her adoringly.

“I think maybe we were.” She smiles and leans over to kiss my forehead. She only gets away with that because she’s so awesome. She then kisses the top of Justin’s head and leaves my room. The door clicks shut softly.

I look back at my boyfriend. That word still gets me. We’ve come full circle in one day.

I kiss his lips one more time and rest my head on the pillow facing him. I’m not sure when my eyes finally close and sleep takes over.

This is it. My forever is in him.

Well, there you have it. Handcuffed in it's entirety. Enjoy.
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flamencanycflamencanyc on August 12th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
Hot, cute, and funny! I actually laughed out loud a few times. Fun having Brian with such understanding, playful, loving parents. Different, but kind of a breath of fresh air.
miss california._mournthewicked on August 12th, 2005 07:28 am (UTC)
aw thanks! different is what i was going for. i'm glad you enjoyed it.