Justin sat straight up in his seat as his flight landed, and he couldn't help the butterflies of excitement and nerves in his stomach. He felt like her was nineteen years old again, coming back from L.A. Only this time, it wasn't the west coast, and it wasn't for a movie, and it wasn't only four months. He hadn't seen Brian in about three and half years, and neither of them had much time to talk on the phone.
He shifted from foot to foot as he waited for his luggage. When it finally came, he grabbed it and hurried outside, hauling it into a taxi, practically bouncing.
"Here." He told the cab driver as they pulled in front of Brian's building. Justin paid him and hopped out, pulling out his suitcases and waving the cab away. He stepped up and fished around in his pocket, pulling out his keys. It made him smile a bit as he picked up the familiar key and slid it into the lock. He yanked open the door and rushed to the elevator.
On the way up, Justin realized that he hadn't seen Brian in so long, Brian may have changed. He might have found someone else. He might have never gone back to his old ways. He might not even be home. He might be angry that Justin was here.
"Ah, fuck it." Justin muttered to himself. If Brian wanted to be pissed, he'd deal with it. Hadn't he been doing just that for the past eight years?
The elevator reached the top floor, and Justin was staring at the door he hadn't seen in what felt like decades. In his mind's eye, he could see the layout of Brian's loft, could remember all the things that had happened to them there. He put his hand on the door and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he put his key in the lock and slid open the door.
He stepped inside, putting his bags down, and shut the door. Looking around, he could see that not much had changed. New furniture, of course. And beside the infamous naked guy painting, was the sketch of Brian that Justin had done in the first year they met each other, and a painting he had given Brian for his birthday two years ago. Justin stared at the sketch, remembering happy times.
A noise pulled Justin out of his reverie, and he made his way to the doorway of the bedroom. He was already smiling a bit, but then he saw Brian, on the bed, fucking some trick, and he grinned wildly. Mr. Kinney was back to his old ways, thank god. Brian opened his eyes and looked at him. Justin saw a hint of surprise which was quickly suppressed. Brian smiled at him.
"Hey, Sunshine. How's it going?" Sunshine. Justin had missed that. He grinned even more as the nickname rolled off Brian's tongue, washing over him.
Brian felt a warmth pooling in his stomach as Justin smiled at him, the bright Sunshine smile had been missing for three years. He sucked his lips in. "I guess your success is secured." He commented, nonchalant. Justin shrugged a shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess it is." He watched as Brian's eyes glazed over and suppressed a sort of giddy laugh, he knew exactly what that meant. He bent his head down and bit his lip, watching through his lashes as Brian came. It was a sight he was longing to see up close and very, very personal.
Brian leaned against the trick, panting. Justin's arrival had been a surprise, though a good one. He pulled out with a groan and tossed the condom away. He and Justin eyed each other for a moment as the trick caught his breath enough to find his clothes and pull them on. Brian padded over to the door to see the trick out. The guy nodded and stepped out. Brian slid the door shut and turned to Justin.
They stared at each other for a long time, taking in all the changes, and all the familiar little things, the old scars, tattoos, birthmarks and freckles. They looked each other up and down, though Justin was a little more successful since Brian was naked.
Then Brian raised a brow, opening his arms in question and widened his stance.
"So? Are you coming, or going? Or coming, and then going? Or coming, and staying?"
Justin recognized the words and looked at him with a little laugh; then his gaze darkened and a determined look came over his face. He pulled off the leather jacket he had been wearing and tossed it away.
With slow, deliberate steps, he came closer, eyes roaming over Brian's body. Then they were inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. This time Justin was in control. He scraped his teeth along the side of Brian's jaw.
"Staying," he whispered into Brian's ear, beginning to thread his hands into Brian's hair. But Brian took the answer as a signal to change leaders. He flipped Justin around and pushed him against the door, pulling off his t-shirt.
"I'm glad," Justin panted out as Brian tugged his jeans off. "That you're back to normal."
"Good. 'Cause that abstinence thing was torture." Justin let out a bark of laughter that was stopped short by Brian's mouth on his.
Brian ran his hand across Justin's stomach and pulled him flush against his body. With a low growl, he bit down gently on the back of Justin's neck, soothing the sting with his tongue. Justin groaned and a shiver ran through his body. Brian walked them backward into the bed room, then flipped Justin around and shoved him so he landed on his back on the bed.
He crawled up Justin's body, admiring the fact that his lover had managed to keep his expensive taste and his physique. He blinked slowly and raised his eyebrows.
"How long do you think it'll take to catch up on three years' worth?"
Justin snorted in response.
"Not leaving this bed for a week. Maybe more." Brian smirked.
"Let's get started, then."
Justin practically purred as Brian kissed his way up his throat, one hand coming to rest beside his head, thumb on Justin's temple. Brian nibbled on the shell of Justin's ear, then slipped a hand beneath his shoulder and flipped him over. For a moment he just lay there, covering Justin with his body, then slid down and began to rim him, slowly at first and then faster. Justin was gasping and pushing back against him.
Brian grabbed a condom from the table and slid it on. Justin grabbed Brian's wrist. He glanced up with a sly grin on his face. Whenever Brian saw that grin it made him smirk right back because he knew he was in for something. Of course, he never knew what because Justin was creative and ever-changing in his ideas. Justin brought Brian's hand to his mouth and sucked on his index finger as if it was covered in chocolate icing.
"I don't want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me. Brian. Fuck me."
Brian grabbed Justin's wrists and hauled him off the bed. They stood flush against each other in the middle of the room. Brian rubbed his cock against Justin's ass, teasing.
"What surface do you want me to fuck you on this time, Sunshine?" Justin looked around the room, eyes glassy with lust.
"Christen your new furniture? I don't care. Pick a place and fuck me. We can cover the whole apartment."
Brian grinned. "I like the way you think."
"I know. That's why I'm here."
"Or because you have a great ass," Brian pinched Justin's ass cheek. He pushed Justin against the closest column. "Remember this?"
"Did you miss me?" Justin asked over his shoulder. Brian nibbled Justin's ear, putting Justin's hands above his head.
"Every minute you were away," he licked the back of Justin's neck and ran his hand along Justin's thigh. "Don't ever leave me again."
He pushed into Justin, savoring the tight feel of his perfect ass. It was something he had been longing to feel for three years, and not even the hottest trick could possibly compare to it. Justin groaned and let his head fall back onto Brian's shoulder. His hand slid up to entwine fingers with Brian.
Brian fucked him slowly, savoring his tight heat until he felt Justin's hand on his ass, pressing him in.
"Harder. Please." Justin asked. Brian smiled and complied. He could feel the pleasure coiling in his stomach. He felt Justin sigh and close his eyes.
"We cant have you getting tired after just one measly little fuck, now, can we?" he murmured into Justin's ear. Justin panted out a laugh.
"Trust me, I wont. I haven't fucked anyone in days, and I drank a shitload of energy drinks on the way over here."
"Well, that's good. That means I can fuck you over every surface in the house today."
"That's what I was hoping when I came here."
"God, Sunshine, your sex drive is almost as big as mine. But I bet I can last longer."
Brian grinned as he set out to do just that.