Brian is such a tease. All night... we're sitting here at Deb's table - and she's like practically a surrogate mother to both of us - and Brian's hand is on my crotch. Just lying there, very lightly touching me. Not so much to give me a raging hard on, but enough so that I just feel a slow burn in my dick. All warm and tingly and full.

We'd all gathered at Deb's for dinner. A celebration of sorts, for all the great things that had happened to us... Ted's new business venture, Mikey finally following his dream, Mel and Linds getting married, me growing up and accepting a new way of doing things. And Brian... for... well, I guess still being there.

Deb made such a huge pot of pasta with her marinara sauce. It was amazing, as always. That was the absolute best thing about living with Deb and Vic. The food. Brian told me enough how he'd spent more dinners at Deb's than he had at his own house. I can see why.

It's so comfortable at her house - it's like it belongs to everyone. Our little mixed up family - we all feel so at home at Deb's. It's just a good place to be. So I guess that's why I don't feel too bad about the dirty little idea I have running through my head right now. I mean, this is kind of like my house too. I did live here for a few months.

I tell everyone that I was accepted back to school and they all kiss me, and finally Brian wraps his arm around my neck pulling me to him for a kiss. He brushes away from my lips, kissing my cheek, turning my head from everyone. He whispers in my ear that he needs to fuck me right now, using that Brian Kinney charm that he knows he doesn't ever need to use.

My cock grows in my pants, making me suddenly uncomfortable, and I ache to have him inside me. I stand up to get the dishes, and ask Brian to get one - instead he grabs my crotch and the touch makes me jump and I feel like if I don't have him right now I'll fucking cum in my pants right here in front of Deb, the guys and the lesbians. Don't think they'd appreciate that. Brian gets the hint after I give him a look, and grabs the dish. We put them in the sink then as casually as possible - well I'm trying to be casual, but Brian doesn't give a shit - and we leave the small kitchen.

As soon as we're out of sight, Brian sticks his hand down the back of my pants, stopping me in my tracks, pulling me into him. His fingers push down my underwear a bit, and they brush against my bare ass.

Come on, I say to him quietly, and we go into Deb's tiny bathroom. I sit on the edge of the sink and pull Brian between my legs, wrapping my ankles together behind him, holding him to me.

I put my arms around his neck...  we suddenly hear the commotion in the kitchen, hearing the bets our so-called friends are putting on us. What they don't realize is that there's nothing to bet on. Because there is nothing here... no, that's a lie. There is something. But it's not a relationship. It's not something that you can measure with time. It's just... it's just... well, I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's what we have, and that's enough for me right now.

We hear the bets go up... sounds like every one of them is betting against us. Brian leans his forehead against mine, listening to it all outside. He just slowly shakes his head back and forth. Looking at me. I just look back at him. Can't say anything. We know there's nothing to say.

I pull him to me, licking my lips before his touch mine. Sitting on the sink puts us eye to eye and I like the feeling of being equal with Brian. I try to dominate him, wrapping my fingers in his hair, guiding him to my mouth, but he dips his head and takes advantage of my position to kiss my neck. I tilt my head back, letting him... he runs his tongue up my throat, the trail of wet he leaves behind feeling cool in the air.

Finally his lips meet mine, softly touching... our lips are parted, pressed together, and as he exhales, his breath is pushed into my mouth. Warm and moist... his tongue slides along my bottom lip, then into my mouth to meet mine. It's so erotic and slow... I love it.

Our tongues rub together in my mouth... and I taste Deb's marinara sauce and red wine... don't know if it's him or me because we taste the same. Brian slides his fingers down the back of my pants and over my ass, his palms cupping my cheeks, warm handprints forming on my skin. My legs still wrapped around his waist, I pull him closer to me, pushing our crotches together and I almost can't stand the wait until he fucks me.

He kisses me harder and I push back, sucking on his tongue as it wriggles inside me, rolling over mine. His lips cover my mouth and I weave my fingers through his unbelievably soft hair, like silk on my skin. I feel his end of day stubble on my face as his chin brushes against mine and it stings and tickles at the same time.

I realize I'm grinding my hips into his crotch... my cock is begging to be stroked... I'm afraid I'm going to cum before we even start.

Brian pushes my ass harder and I get the hint, sliding off the sink ledge, making sure my crotch drags against his as my feet reach for the floor. One last kiss... mmm... Brian pulls away, leaving my mouth feeling empty, my lips raw, my tongue sore... God I want more... he leans in again for another small kiss, I open my mouth ready... so ready... another peck, another... my eyes are closed, and I feel his hands on my shoulders, turning me around, his lips leaving little kisses on my neck as he does.

I grab the sides of the sink as he covers me with his body... his cock, still trapped in his jeans, presses hard against my ass. His hands push down the front of my pants, and he's teasing me now, running one finger along the band of my underwear, his other hand against my stomach, his palm flat on my belly. He easily pulls open the Velcro closures of my pants, and pushes them down, taking my underwear too, until they sit around my knees, trapping me a little bit, but I know that's his intention.

I hear him unzip his pants behind me, and I brace myself on the sink, ready... so ready for him. He kicks off his shoes, and pulls his jeans completely off. The tear of a condom wrapper means he's sliding one on. I feel his hand in the middle of back, urging me gently to bend forward over the sink, and I comply, my hands reaching higher on the sink to find something to hold onto. I hear the pop of a lid, then his fingers slide between my ass cheeks, spreading the cold lube all over.

His dick slides between my legs... he's covered in lube too, and as he slips against my balls so soft, I look down and see his cock pushing beneath mine. I squeeze my thighs together, holding him, and he exhales heavily on the back of my neck, his forehead falling between my shoulder blades. He crouches down a bit, and I feel his knees on either side of mine, pushing me against the sink.

He very slowly pulls back, then thrusts forward, my balls getting pushed out of the way as his dick slides beneath mine again. It's so hot, so hot... and I grab the two of them together, pushing my naked dick against his, covering us both with lube, and now my hands are full of it, and my cock is slick with it, and it feels so good when I start to stroke both of us.

Can't take much more before I cum... going to soon... I quicken the pace, not able to reach the full length of my dick without letting go of his, but I don't want to let go... can't let go...

He starts to pull away, and I want to hold him tighter to make him stay. But I let him slip from my fingers, and get ready... I am ready... have been all night.

Brian slides his cock from between my legs and rubs the tip over my hole... and it feels so fucking amazing... just... mmm... I don't know. So good, like someone rubbing your back when you're tired, or squeezing your neck when it's sore. A comfortable tease. He presses on my hole for a second... and it feels even better... then starts sliding up and down, rubbing his cock around the entrance, little circles.

I start to laugh because it feels so good, but his hand slips over my mouth softly. He shushes me in a nice way... and reminds me to be quiet - they can all hear us. Brian is an exhibitionist, but I think that even though everyone knows what we're doing, he doesn't want them to hear it. No, that's wrong. He doesn't want Michael to hear it. That's the difference. At least not hear it in his house. Brian knows we shouldn't really be doing this... but of course that only makes him, and me, want to do it more.

He's tempting me, and I nip one of his fingers against my mouth with my teeth, then wrap my tongue around it, pulling it into my mouth. He lets me suck on his finger, his hand covering my mouth as I pull his finger in, rolling my tongue around it... his other hand on his dick as he uses it to pleasure my hole.

When he's had enough - he knows I could let him do that all night - I let go of his finger, and he puts his hand on my hip. His dick presses a bit harder... right on my hole. It's fucking awesome for a split second then I feel the familiar little bolt like a pinch as he starts to enter me.

I remember what he told me the very first time when I screamed because it hurt so much - and fuck, did it ever hurt - he told me that it would always hurt a little bit. That scared me - I mean the first time was pretty painful... I thought I couldn't ever do it again. But I surprised myself that next morning when Brian pushed me against the glass door of the shower... and I let him come in me again. It did hurt a little... but not as much.

Now I look forward to that bite of pain. It *is* part of it. And it does feel good. It feels so good... mmm... hurts so good. I don't know why... oh... Brian starts pushing in more, and more, his cock slippery and smooth as it fills me up. Just this incredible sensation of fullness, of heat, of movement inside me that I know is him. In me... fuck...after the initial pinch it's just all good, me stretching and making room for him inside.

I can't really feel how far in he is... it's just a delicious pressure inside me... until... until... huh... oh... jesusmotherfuckingchrist... he hits me *there*, right on the fucking money spot and I bite my lips and tongue, my brow furrowing and I let a little whimper out of my throat. Fuck, I need to scream... Jesus... oh God... he's just touching me inside... holding the tip of his cock on my prostate and it is just... mmm... so... oh... fucking... *good*... I can't breathe... my hands scramble on the edge of the sink, `cause if I can't scream I have to grab something... oh... oh... oh... his breath shudders into my neck... moist and warm... he's biting my shoulder to keep from moaning...

He's just killing me... fuck...fuck... it's too much... I search for something to hold onto, and I knock over the jar of toothbrushes, the plastic cup and brushes clattering to the floor. Brian chuckles behind me, kissing me on the neck, shushing me again, but laughing as he does it.

His dick slides out a bit and I get a chance to breathe again... I'm sweaty all over, and he pushes my shirt up my back, and I feel his damp chest press against my skin. I lean back into him, and put my hand on his bare ass, feeling the muscles working as he moves inside me, shallowly because he knows if he rubs me inside like that again I'm going to fucking cum too fast.

I take a deep breath and grip the sides of the mirrored cabinet over the sink. I push my face against the mirror to brace myself, and Brian continues his rhythm. His cock fills me, his balls very softly hitting my ass cheeks, and he dives into me deeper again... oh fuck... keeps hitting me just right... m-m-m-m... I think my fucking lip is bleeding I'm biting it so hard... oh... oh... oh... I'm trying so hard not to moan I don't realize I'm holding my breath and finally let it out as quietly as I can. I forget I'm against the mirror and my breath is pushed back at me... wet condensation forming on the glass.

I suddenly open my eyes and see my own gaze reflected back at me in the mirror. I'm put off for a second... seeing blue eyes instead of Brian's hazel ones... blond hair instead of Brian's brown locks... then I watch myself... forcing myself to keep my eyes open... Brian's cock sliding in and out of me. I huff out each breath, as it begs to pull a moan along with it...

My cock touches the edge of the sink... the porcelain is cold and it shocks me a little. I laugh as I see myself... my eyes popping open wide with the sudden surprise. Brian leans over my shoulder and looks into my eyes through the mirror. His eyes slide from mine then back to his as he starts watching himself too... getting turned on... like watching someone masturbate when you're sitting right there.

In the mirror we keep looking from one another to ourselves, and as Brian watches me, he lifts me just a little bit, and pushes right in me again, his balls on my ass... my eyes flutter closed and I have to pry them open again... oh, fuck me... he's hitting me inside again, and holding his cock right there... oh... he's watching me in the mirror... my mouth drops open and I'm trying to suck in air... but shit... it's all too erotic... he's grinding into me... his hands on my hips, holding me up as I press against the mirror.

Fuck, I really should try to hold myself up, but I trust Brian not to drop me and I grab my dick and pump it hard... begging for release. I need to cum... after Brian's teasing all night I think my balls are going to fucking burst if I don't let some of it out. My hand is covered in lube still and it slides over my cock swiftly. I don't care if I cum quick. I have to. I know Brian will make me cum again later... at home in bed.

Brian keeps fucking me and fucking me... he's pushing in me so hard and I love it. He's watching me jerk myself off, his dark eyes looking at me in the mirror. He's so far in me... bumping up against my prostate... shit... shit... shit... he's doing it really fast and hardly pulling out just hitting me over and over and I know he's trying to make me cum... oh... I swear to God I'm burning... I squeeze my dick and it happens... I cum and it feels so fucking good to finally let it out... I try to be quiet, pulling my lips into my mouth, holding my moans and cries in my throat as I ride it out.

Oh... fuck... after I shoot, I let myself relax, and hold onto the sides of the sink again... Brian's thrusts get quicker and shallower and he cums right after me... his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back on his cock. I watch him in the mirror... seeing the look I've witnessed so many times... his mouth opening, gasping for air, eyes closed, still holding himself inside me as the last waves of my orgasm bring his on. He wraps his arms around me, sliding his hands under my shirt, his palms flat and warm on my skin, and he hugs me to him tightly. I lean my head back, twisting around to kiss him on the neck. I can still feel him spasming inside me.

It's suddenly all over too fast, and he slowly slides out of me... but I almost can still feel him inside. I look to make sure I directed my cum into the sink, and not anywhere else. The mirror is all steamed up and greasy with lube, but apart from the toothbrushes all over the floor, we didn't make too much of a mess. Brian hands me some tissue to clean myself... get rid of the cum and the lube... and as I wipe between my fingers, he turns me around to face him, putting his hand on the back of my neck. Pressing his forehead to mine, he takes a couple of deep breaths, sighing loudly.

"Justin, fuck all of them, okay?" he whispers very quietly.

"Hunh?" I ask, not sure what he's talking about.

"Just... fuck them," he's shaking his head. "Don't listen to what anybody says."

When I realize he's talking about what we heard outside, I feel a bit relieved. "Brian - I don't. I don't listen to what anyone says. Because there's nothing to talk about. I know that."

He stops moving his head for a minute, and I get the feeling that wasn't the response he was expecting.

I live with him. I know that. And there's more than that. I know that too. But I can't say it. I can't let him know I'm on to him. He'll run away if I do. Or I'll have to run away because he'll hurt me.  I'd really rather not talk about it. For now, anyway.

He kisses me softly, then releases me, and pulls his pants back on. We clean up the bathroom, pushing the laundry hamper back in place, righting a jar of bath salts I tipped over, and just making sure it looks the same as it did when we came in here.

"How long we were, anyway?" I ask.

"Who gives a fuck," he answers back, sticking his tongue in my ear.

We go back into the kitchen, and even though there's nobody there, I feel my face turn red and hot with embarrassment. They're all in the living room watching the small TV.

Without turning around, Deb tells us our pie is on the table and there's coffee in the pot, if we want any. The new season of "Survivor" has started, and Michael, Ted, and Emmett are watching it with Vic and Debbie, comments flying back and forth. "He's hot...", "Those tits aren't real...", "Sugar, get with the program!"... they keep going talking to each other and ignoring us. Good.

I take a plate of pie, and so does Brian, and I slide into a small arm chair at the back of the room. Brian sits on the arm, pretending to watch the show, but I know he's thinking. He's not really into TV, and I couldn't even guess what he's thinking about, but I just watch him, silhouetted in the dark room, the blue light of the TV reflecting on his face as he contemplatively eats his pie.

I wish he knew what he was thinking. I wish I knew why I was there. I wish... stop it, I scold myself. You've had enough wishes come true for tonight.