"Excuse me, waiter, there's a dick in my ass."
"God, Brian, shut up." Justin reached forward and smushed Brian's face against the pillow, but Brian turned his head to the side. He looked over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at Justin, who couldn't help but laugh a little, but when Brian opened his mouth to keep talking, Justin re-angled his hips and all that came out was a groan.
Brian on E was nothing if not resilient, and a minute later he was panting, "What are you, drilling for oil? Your fifteen minutes of fame are running out, blond boy." He checked an imaginary wristwatch and started counting down, "T-minus ten, nine, eight--"
"Next time I fuck you I'm bringing a muzzle," Justin said, clenching his hand around the back of Brian's neck warningly.
"Good," Brian said. "Wear it tight. I can hardly hear myself talk with all your yammering. Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt? I thought I raised you better than that."
"Shut up," Justin said, holding Brian's hips and rolling them onto their sides carefully. Brian reached back to grab Justin's thigh, his other hand splayed hard on the mattress, and moaned long and low. Justin murmured encouragement and grinned, jacking Brian in rhythm with his thrusts. The faster Justin went, the more Brian pushed back into it, the deeper and hotter it got, until they were calling out and coming. His voice strained and breathy, Brian said, "It was a photo finish. Kinney wins by a cock."
"GOD," Justin slapped his shoulder.
"Fine," Brian amended graciously, "a cockhead."
"We're watching this with the volume off," Justin said, glancing up at the red light blinking in the darkness.
"Then we can send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos," Brian suggested. "Your technique is hilarious."
"Yeah, well, you laughed all over my hand," Justin said, wiping it off on Brian's chest.
"Get off of me," Brian said, squirming around.
"What? Get you off? I just did," Justin teased, letting his dead-weight press Brian into the bed. "Mm, I'm all tuckered out. I think I'll take a nap."
"Get. the fuck. OFF," Brian demanded, rearing back and twisting around to topple Justin. They wrestled for a bit before Justin let Brian pin him. Brian put a thigh between Justin's legs and spread them. He took both of Justin's wrists in one hand and used the other to turn Justin's face toward the camera. "Smile for the birdie, Sunshine."
Justin struggle lightly in Brian's grip and said, "Make me."
Fin
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A/N: For paddies, because I always say I'm going to write for her when I get the time.
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