Chapter 22: A Fresh Start
Brian opened his eyes and realized two things simultaneously; he was so hard that he actually ached, and Master's cock seemed to be in the same shape. He moved slowly and pushed the covers back so his eyes could roam over the compact, muscular body. It never failed to amaze him how much just looking at this man turned him on. He was still coming to terms with all these new feelings, but he knew that no matter what, Master would always take care of him. Maybe that's why he felt safe enough to express himself in ways he'd never done before. He grinned and decided to give Master a wake up call. He lowered his head and gently sucked the silky hardened flesh into his mouth eagerly moaning as he felt it touch the back of his throat.
Justin moaned as he felt the familiar sensations invading his senses. His fingers automatically sank into the soft hair as his eyes opened to the sight of his boy pleasuring him. His back arched and he pushed deeper, feeling the tight muscles of Brian's throat squeezing over and over. He loved the way that tongue was moving and seeking out all his hot spots with such precision and ease. It wouldn't take long at the rate he was going, and he wanted to be inside his boy listening to him moan in pleasure when he came. He gave a tug on Brian's hair. "Enough, cookie, I have other plans."
Brian groaned softly but obeyed and lifted his head. His eyes made contact with his Master's and he whispered, "What do you want, Master?"
Justin smiled brightly and ran his fingertips along the curve of Brian's jaw feeling the beginnings of stubble. "You."
Brian swallowed hard. There was so much feeling in that one word. It still amazed him how this man could make him feel so much with the simplest of touches, or in this case, with one word. His entire body was humming with a desire unlike anything he'd ever experienced. If he'd ever been this hard or needed to come this badly before, he just couldn't remember it. As he was looking into Justin's blue eyes he realized that maybe his Master wasn't feeling well enough for this. For the first time in his life, he felt ashamed of his actions. He was supposed to be looking after Justin, not thinking about his cock. So, even though he wanted to feel that hard cock sliding into him over and over until he came, he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind and whispered, "Just lie back and let me give you pleasure."
Justin felt his heart expand and he was sure it cracked just the tiniest bit. Here his boy was thinking of his pleasure after spending three days without relief. Three days in which Brian had taken care of everything including him. Well, it was time for him to resume his role and tend to his sub's needs. "I want you on your back, cookie."
Brian quickly complied with those wishes, waiting anxiously to see what was in store for him.
Justin grabbed the supplies and moved between Brian's legs, pushing them apart as his eyes traveled the length of his boy's body. He lubed up his fingers and pressed them against the tight hole watching closely every movement of the lithe body and listening to every sound uttered. It turned him on so much to listen to the little sounds that his boy fought so hard to hold back escape from between compressed lips. His eyes followed the movement of Brian's head as it turned slowly back and forth almost as if its movement could deny what was happening.
Justin pushed a finger inside not stopping at all until it was completely buried as deeply as possible. He felt his cock jump at the low, lusty, and obviously needy groan Brian made as well-defined hips moved pressing against his invading finger with abandon. It was such high to watch. He quickly added another finger and gave a few quick thrusts before deciding it was time.
Brian heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open and took a long breath. It seemed like forever since he'd felt this anxious anticipation that had become so much a part of his sexual experiences these days. His eyes closed and he lifted his hips a bit more in open invitation. The sensations seeping through his body were making it difficult for him to catch his breath and Master hadn't even done that much. He opened his eyes and looked down at the man who was about to possess his body and moaned again. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to calm his breathing. What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd never had this type of reaction to anyone before, but he was learning to accept it…no, not accept…expect.
Justin quickly sheathed his aching cock and walked forward on his knees until he was pressed against Brian's thighs. He trailed his fingers lightly along the tanned flesh from knee to groin a few times watching as the skin quivered before pushing the knees back and getting into position. "Do you want me inside you, cookie?"
Brian sucked in a quick breath and opened his eyes. It took him a second to focus on that familiar face and he gave a quick nod of his head.
Justin ran a fingertip slowly up and down the underside of Brian's cock. "Not good enough, cookie. I want to hear you say it."
Brian licked his dry lips and took a stuttering breath. "I want you inside me, Master."
Justin smiled brightly and pushed forward quickly burying himself about halfway loving the groan that action elicited. "How bad do you want me, cookie?"
"Oh, fuck, Master!" Brian sucked air into his lungs as best he could while attempting to relax and relieve some of the burning sensations that were radiating from deep inside him. "Bad, really bad. I need you to fuck me."
Justin gave another hard push of his hips and sank completely into that dark tunnel and moaned softly. "I want you to come for me."
Brian's head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow and his fists were clenching the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. "I…I don't know if I can. I want to…I need to…I just don't…oh fuck me."
Justin gently rocked his hips barely moving at all. His fingers gently sliding over the heavy sac, feeling the soft hair before he gave the head of Brian's cock a sharp thump.
Brian groaned at the unexpected pain that didn't register as pain, but more like a reminder. He pressed against his tormentor and soft, grunting moans filled the bedroom. "Please."
Justin pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard and fast. "Come for me, cookie."
"Ohhhh fuck!" Brian was writhing and jerking on the sheet lost in this place that hovered between physical pain and unimaginable pleasure. His body was on fire being consumed by a heat that seemed too great to bear. He couldn't breathe. His cock hurt. It ached and not from the little thump, but from having gone three days without release. He knew if Master would just stroke him once he'd be able to come.
Justin pulled out and slammed forward again giving the head of Brian's cock another more forceful thumb. "Come for me!"
Brian's body arched, lifting his back completely off the mattress as the double sensations of having a hard cock slam into his prostate mixed with the painful, yet erotic burning from the thump caused him to explode. He screamed out his pleasure as his world seemed to go dim and then completely dark.
Justin felt those muscles clutching him, pulled back, and slammed in once more groaning loudly as his orgasm raced through his body. He collapsed onto Brian's chest as he tried to catch his breath. His boy had passed out. He couldn't help but grin with pleasure. Maybe he wasn't as experienced in this relationship business as he should be; maybe he was making some mistakes, but the one thing he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he could please his boy, and that seemed like more than enough at the moment.
Justin finally pulled out and disposed of the condom by tossing it in the trashcan next to the night stand. He crawled up on the bed and pulled his boy into his arms, hugging him tightly. He felt that burning feeling in his chest again when Brian moaned softly and seemed to burrow closer. His fingers gently brushed damp, auburn hair off his boy's forehead so he could kiss it. "Sleep, cookie. You have been such a good boy, and I'm so very proud of you. I'm better, and I'm going to take care of you now."
Somewhere in Brian's subconscious mind, he heard those words and smiled. His body was so relaxed and he was floating on a wave of what could only be explained as euphoria. The last thought that invaded his mind before oblivion took him completely was the fact that he'd never been so content in his life.
Brian woke up a couple of hours later to find himself alone in the massive bed. He looked around and quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. He took care of business, jumped into the shower, and rushed so he could go find out where his Master had disappeared to.
Justin was sitting at the bar talking to another friend of his from New York. "So, you are both coming here?" He was so excited. It had been over a year since he'd seen Chris.
Dr. Christian Schwan sat back in his chair and grinned at the excitement in his friend's voice. "Now hold on, Justin. I won't be able to get there till this weekend, but Alex will be there tonight."
"You mean you let him out of your sight?"
"Very funny, Justin. I was actually calling to see if you'd mind if he crashed at your place until I arrive."
Justin laughed softly. "Uh huh. You just want me to keep an eye on your boy for you."
Chris rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, he forgets to eat when he's doing his shows. It doesn't matter how many he's had in the past, he still gets nervous and jittery before a show."
Justin grinned. "Yeah, I know that feeling well myself."
"You artist types are all alike. If people like your work great, if they hate it, fuck 'em. I don't see why you get yourselves worked up over it."
"This coming from a man who admitted to throwing up before his first solo surgery."
"Well damn, I was about to cut on someone's eye! I wasn't waiting on some stuck up artsy types to tell me my drawings were good!"
Justin laughed louder. "You will never change. You still think artists are just lazy bums who are lucky enough to fool the public into buying their stuff so they can live the good life."
Chris chuckled. "Well that may have been true at one time, but after living with an artist for a few years, I've changed my opinion. I've watched the little fucker working and it's amazing."
"Well I'm glad to see you finally realize what hard work it is to make such genius pieces."
"So, do you think he can crash with you till this weekend?"
Justin answered, "Hell yes he can stay with us. I've missed him and you. I'm so glad you guys are coming. I can't wait for you to meet Brian."
"Well, I'll give Alex your new address and he should be there sometime tonight. Thanks Justin, I appreciate this."
"What are friends for?"
Justin hung up the phone and turned around to see Brian standing behind him with his head bent. "Hey, cookie, I hope you enjoyed your extra time."
Brian grinned at the memory of his early morning activities. "I more than enjoyed it."
Justin winked at Brian. "I was just on the phone with a friend of mine from New York. His boy is flying in tonight and I said he could stay with us."
Brian felt that knot coil in his gut again and wondered where the hell all these feelings were coming from. "I was sort of looking forward to spending some time with you."
Justin bit his lip. "I know, I want to spend some time with you too, but it's only for a couple of days, and I think you'll really like Alex."
Brian sighed seeing his fantasies of sex in every corner of the loft apartment going out the window and nodded. "I guess."
Justin walked over and pulled Brian into a hug whispering, "His Master asked me as a personal favor to watch out for him. I promise he won't get in the way."
Brian grinned. "Well as long as he doesn't snore too loudly…"
Justin laughed out loud and pulled Brian's head down giving him a long, hard kiss.