quiet, bj ficlet for sandid
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Title: Quiet
Author:
wouldbedorothy (AHS)
Pairing: Brian/Justin (QAF-US)
Rating: PG-16?
Summary: 700 words. Justin pov, S1 (J living at Deb's). What to do with so much love?
Disclaimer: Not my *sigh* characters.
sandid this is an early birthday present for you, so I hope it's one you like, lol :)
Quiet
by AHS
It’s a rare moment. Deb’s working, Vic’s gone to the store, and I’ve got the house to myself. Still, I lock my door before settling myself on the bed.
I don’t do… this… all the time. But every now and then, I just have to.
I’m pretty loud during sex, but I’m usually quiet when I’m jerking off alone. I got really good at biting my lip and stifling my moans growing up… not wanting my parents to hear me, even if they didn’t know I was doing it thinking about guys.
And I know Deb knows I do it, but no matter how often she alludes to growing boys and masturbation, I don’t want her to know know. That’s just… eww.
When Brian’s fucking me, I can’t be quiet. And he doesn’t want me to be. I can tell. He likes hearing everything he does to me… every touch translated into breath and gasp and scream.
Well, almost everything. There are three small sounds I’m not allowed.
He’s heard them before. Christ, they came from his lips the first time. But I’m supposed to forget that, like he had by the next morning (along with my name). And not bring any drama by saying the words myself, during sex or otherwise.
I saw Brian at the diner today. He halfway ignored me, like usual. But he also didn’t. After I guessed correctly that he wanted his usual turkey sandwich with no mayo, he said I was so smart. Then he added, “Except for math.” To which I responded that I had gotten an A on my math test. He smiled and raised an impressed eyebrow, and I just knew he’d meant to find that out, without having to ask.
His hand grazed my ass a little when I was walking past him one time, and he almost made me spill all the plates I was carrying. Then made a crack about not being able to find good help these days.
I snuck him a lemon bar, which he loves but won’t admit to. He made a face and swiped some lemon goo on my cheek with one finger in sarcastic thanks. He leaned forward like he was going to lick it off, and just when I started to close my eyes in happy anticipation, he pulled back, smirking at me.
I hinted, as he was paying, that I could come over to the loft later. He said, “Not tonight.” I’m pretty sure my face fell embarrassingly. But then he actually told me he was hanging out with Michael.
Brian never explains himself. Why did he let me know he would be with his best friend? He had to know I was picturing him with tricks. But, if anything, he usually rubs his tricking in my face so I know not to get hopeful that…
I don’t know why he did it. But I know I had to hold myself back to keep from throwing my arms around him before he left.
I’m always holding myself back. Which is why sometimes, like this moment, I have to let go. So I don’t burst.
As the hand on my dick moves faster, squeezes harder, and the fingers in my ass go deeper, and my hips twist, and my breath gets shallower and my mouth falls open like my legs, and my lips get dry and fragile under my teeth, and I can smell Brian, feel Brian, and Brian’s eyes flash under my closed lids… I pant his name quietly… and then more, closer and closer… until I’m hurtling over the edge and I get not so quiet.
“Brian… Brian, oh God, I love you… I love you… IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU… oh fuck… fuck… I love you…”
Eventually, I calm. My ears stop being all white noise and heartbeat, and I listen to the still empty house, reassured I am alone. I clean up. I feel the lack of Brian, but I also feel better. My heart’s… lighter.
I love him so much. I do this so I don’t have to say it to him before he’s ready. But part of me can’t help but hope he can hear me, now.
Author:
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Pairing: Brian/Justin (QAF-US)
Rating: PG-16?
Summary: 700 words. Justin pov, S1 (J living at Deb's). What to do with so much love?
Disclaimer: Not my *sigh* characters.
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Quiet
by AHS
It’s a rare moment. Deb’s working, Vic’s gone to the store, and I’ve got the house to myself. Still, I lock my door before settling myself on the bed.
I don’t do… this… all the time. But every now and then, I just have to.
I’m pretty loud during sex, but I’m usually quiet when I’m jerking off alone. I got really good at biting my lip and stifling my moans growing up… not wanting my parents to hear me, even if they didn’t know I was doing it thinking about guys.
And I know Deb knows I do it, but no matter how often she alludes to growing boys and masturbation, I don’t want her to know know. That’s just… eww.
When Brian’s fucking me, I can’t be quiet. And he doesn’t want me to be. I can tell. He likes hearing everything he does to me… every touch translated into breath and gasp and scream.
Well, almost everything. There are three small sounds I’m not allowed.
He’s heard them before. Christ, they came from his lips the first time. But I’m supposed to forget that, like he had by the next morning (along with my name). And not bring any drama by saying the words myself, during sex or otherwise.
I saw Brian at the diner today. He halfway ignored me, like usual. But he also didn’t. After I guessed correctly that he wanted his usual turkey sandwich with no mayo, he said I was so smart. Then he added, “Except for math.” To which I responded that I had gotten an A on my math test. He smiled and raised an impressed eyebrow, and I just knew he’d meant to find that out, without having to ask.
His hand grazed my ass a little when I was walking past him one time, and he almost made me spill all the plates I was carrying. Then made a crack about not being able to find good help these days.
I snuck him a lemon bar, which he loves but won’t admit to. He made a face and swiped some lemon goo on my cheek with one finger in sarcastic thanks. He leaned forward like he was going to lick it off, and just when I started to close my eyes in happy anticipation, he pulled back, smirking at me.
I hinted, as he was paying, that I could come over to the loft later. He said, “Not tonight.” I’m pretty sure my face fell embarrassingly. But then he actually told me he was hanging out with Michael.
Brian never explains himself. Why did he let me know he would be with his best friend? He had to know I was picturing him with tricks. But, if anything, he usually rubs his tricking in my face so I know not to get hopeful that…
I don’t know why he did it. But I know I had to hold myself back to keep from throwing my arms around him before he left.
I’m always holding myself back. Which is why sometimes, like this moment, I have to let go. So I don’t burst.
As the hand on my dick moves faster, squeezes harder, and the fingers in my ass go deeper, and my hips twist, and my breath gets shallower and my mouth falls open like my legs, and my lips get dry and fragile under my teeth, and I can smell Brian, feel Brian, and Brian’s eyes flash under my closed lids… I pant his name quietly… and then more, closer and closer… until I’m hurtling over the edge and I get not so quiet.
“Brian… Brian, oh God, I love you… I love you… IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU… oh fuck… fuck… I love you…”
Eventually, I calm. My ears stop being all white noise and heartbeat, and I listen to the still empty house, reassured I am alone. I clean up. I feel the lack of Brian, but I also feel better. My heart’s… lighter.
I love him so much. I do this so I don’t have to say it to him before he’s ready. But part of me can’t help but hope he can hear me, now.
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:13 am (UTC)I snuck him a lemon bar, which he loves but won’t admit to. He made a face and swiped some lemon goo on my cheek with one finger in sarcastic thanks. He leaned forward like he was going to lick it off, and just when I started to close my eyes in happy anticipation, he pulled back, smirking at me.
fucking evil adorable.
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Date: 2009-04-01 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 09:52 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
Susanne
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Date: 2009-04-01 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 10:30 am (UTC)He couldn't get enough of him, & he was always proud of him & yes he even loved him, thanks I loved Justin screaming ILY to the Lord above whilst jacking off LOL, made me smile.
Thanks for the smiles,Jx
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Date: 2009-04-01 05:28 am (UTC)lol, thanks J!!
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Date: 2009-03-15 01:18 pm (UTC)Am I giddy....I am. So much has been happening in my world lately that I forgot Monday is my BD. I just got home last night from a businsess trip and this morning when I finally logged on....a present- for ME....from YOU......oh, squee again.
You hope I like it - SNORT.....What's not to like?
There is this: I know Deb knows I do it, but no matter how often she alludes to growing boys and masturbation, I don’t want her to know know. That’s just… eww.
and this, Well, almost everything. There are three small sounds I’m not allowed.
or this, His hand grazed my ass a little when I was walking past him one time, and he almost made me spill all the plates I was carrying. Then made a crack about not being able to find good help these days.
loved that....
oh, and this - He leaned forward like he was going to lick it off, and just when I started to close my eyes in happy anticipation, he pulled back, smirking at me.
I could quote the whole thing....but, you know how I adore you....so I won't.....but there is this I can't over look.........
“Brian… Brian, oh God, I love you… I love you… IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU… oh fuck… fuck… I love you…”
I'm just sayin' - THANK YOU SO MUCH......(skips off singing HB tome......
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Date: 2009-03-15 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-01 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 12:42 am (UTC)*hugs* Admittedly, I get overwhelmed when I try to keep up with my friends' LJ's, so I mostly don't try :( But I did see before I posted some of your drama... you daughter's blood clot, possibly moving? I hope everything is going well! I'm happy to remind you of your birthday, lol, and maybe distract from the rest a bit.
*squee* back... and oh wow... the scrolling... I like the scrolling :D
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Date: 2009-03-15 02:09 pm (UTC)Liz
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Date: 2009-04-01 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-01 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 08:15 pm (UTC)I know I repeat myself, but you have an outstanding talent to lend them voice. Brilliant!
Hugs,
Conny
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Date: 2009-03-15 09:11 pm (UTC)lovely... especially the “Brian… Brian, oh God, I love you… I love you… IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU… oh fuck… fuck… I love you…”
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Date: 2009-03-16 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 04:44 pm (UTC)"But then he actually told me he was hanging out with Michael.
He smiled and raised an impressed eyebrow,..."
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Date: 2009-06-04 05:18 am (UTC)Very nice! I loved it! :)
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Date: 2009-06-04 05:33 am (UTC)This one had some extra meaning to me. Let's just say I managed to be 17 year old Justin at age 30, lol.
Thanks also for your super sweet... and *legendary* lol... message :)
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-06-24 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 07:12 pm (UTC)Thank you for all the reading and comments today!
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Date: 2011-04-04 12:12 am (UTC)The Math thing is so sweet! And Brian fessing up that he's only hanging out with Michael! I wanted to smoosh his face for those moments where Justin can tell he really cares.
But my favorite moments are the ones where you can actually feel Justin's overwhelming emotions for Brian--closing his eyes with the smeared lemon creme--I actually felt the magnetic pull that Brian was giving off; and then his incredible moment of orgasm when all the feelings pour out of him like a Dam bursting with release!
You just can't hold back those emotions! It's so beautiful!
(Psst: I can totally relate--I've had one of these exact moments as well!)
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Date: 2011-04-04 01:58 am (UTC)Me, too. My ex-bf ("You know I can't love anyone, right?") deserves a credit on this, lol.
Thanks, hon! :)