The next morning, Brian was about two minutes from coming in Justin's fucking talented mouth when it suddenly stopped sucking his goddamn cock. “What the fuck?” he growled, opening his eyes. Justin looked up at him with a horrified expression. “What?” Justin just shook his head, shuddering as he rolled away from Brian and climbed off the bed. That's when Brian felt it: tiny sharp teeth nibbling his toes. He sighed exasperatedly, “Oh fuck you, is that all?”
“Yes, that's all. I'm sucking your dick and your fucking dog starts in on my feet. Sorry if I'm not down for a threesome,” Justin huffed, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. Brian lay in bed, watching Beast chew on his feet, and listened to Justin curse to himself as he brushed his teeth.
The sound of the shower turning on spurred Brian into action, and he went into the bathroom, shut the door, and slipped into the stall, grabbing Justin around the waist and pressing his erection into Justin's ass. Justin looked over his shoulder and up at Brian, and Brian said simply, “You're leaving tomorrow. Don't waste it.”
Justin didn't say anything, he just maneuvered to brace himself against the wall, and Brian made quick work of a condom before flirting a dry finger around Justin's hole, pushing it in experimentally. Justin gave a short, breathy laugh and shook his head. “No, Brian. I won't be able to walk. And don't say you'll take it easy, because we both know you won't.”
Brian didn't say that, instead he put his lips to Justin's ear and said, “Maybe I don't want you to walk.” But he reached for the lube.
Justin's laughter sounded strained, his skin was flushed and his back arched when he said, “I want to...feel you when I'm gone.”
Brian shoved two fingers in, riding the jerk of Justin's body at the intrusion, and his cock was so hard it was twitching. So eager to get back inside Justin, which always surprised him when he stopped to realize that he'd spent most of the past few years inside Justin, and it didn't make any sense that it still felt so fucking good.
Except that it did make sense, it seemed clear as day, when he was finally inside. Buried deep, with that sweet ass cushioning his thrusts, and Justin's moans in his ears and the taste of his skin everywhere, it seemed like heaven and was hot as hell and it felt like home. Brian held Justin to him, slid a hand down his chest to grasp his cock, and Justin keened and threw his head back so Brian could kiss him. It wasn't a great angle for a kiss, but it was something.
When he was with Justin, there was always so much left unspoken. Words that never quite made it to voice, questions and declarations that alternated between too ridiculous and unnecessary. Somewhere along the line, this had become acceptable. Justin had stopped demanding, and stopped settling, and maybe started understanding. There weren't words to describe, even if Brian desired, how that felt. How real it was when Justin looked at him honestly, without half-assed hidden agendas. Justin wasn't like Mikey, who would love him but never inspire him, and he wasn't a fucking pet that Brian let sleep in his bed. He was a man that tried to be his best, and made Brian want to keep up. But there were many ways to communicate, really, and one should never underestimate the merit of a good, hard fuck.
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A/N: This section falls chronologically after Puppy Graduation
and before Gus’ morning phone call. It was cut from the final fic because it
did not fit in and was too overt.
1. It is too graphic. It interrupted the mood of the story, i.e., shmoopy and
playful.
2. The narrative in this section is more introspective than the rest of the
fic. While Brian alludes to his emotions with asides and transparently-motivated
actions in the rest of the story, in this part they are blatantly stated.
I was going to scrap it completely, but then thought I might as well salvage
it in this way. A “hidden” link to this section is the asterisks between the
aforementioned sections where it belongs.