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Birds A Callin'
Title: Birds A Callin'
Fandom/Pairing: Brian/Justin
Disclaimer: Cowlip and Showtime owns them.
Summary: Standard Christmas fic. Brian's not in the holiday mood, but Justin has found a way to work around that.
Warnings: Nothing too graphic, just a blow job.
"Christmas carolers outside of Woody's. Christ Sunshine, what is the world coming to?" Brian asked, his voice thick as he slung an arm across Justin's shoulder and pulled him closer.
Justin merely laid his head against the other man's broader shoulder and gave a backwards glance to the carolers, who were completely absorbed in their rendition of the "12 Days of Christmas" as bar goers continued to bustle passed. "They're just trying to get everyone in the celebrating mood."
"We're queers Justin. We don't need any help to get in the 'celebrating mood'."
"I meant the mood to celebrate Christmas." Justin grinned as he brushed a quick kiss across Brian's chin before climbing into the passenger side of jeep.
Brian grunted as he climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. He was a scrooge and he knew it, but until Justin came along everyone had just come to accept that as fact.
The drive back to the loft was mostly silent, but the caroler's song continued to wind through both their minds. Justin hummed quietly, while Brian just scowled darkly.
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Letting himself in, Brian knew that Justin would follow without hesitation, just as surely as he knew the sun would rise the next morning. He moved about the loft, hastily getting ready for bed as if Christmas wasn't fifteen minutes away.
Justin, however, took his time. He grinned at the various Christmas mementos he'd place around the loft over that past two weeks.
He'd had to be inconspicuous about his Christmas spirit. Just after Thanksgiving Brian had caught him looking at decorations in the store and promised that "if any of that shit finds it way into the loft it will be out in the fucking street by the next morning". So Justin had spent the next two weeks smuggling decorations into the loft. Then Justin had spent the weeks after that getting up in the middle of the night while Brian was asleep to place a little, lit and decorated Christmas tree on the coffee table, a string of lights around the window, and mistletoe above the doorway. He knew that Brian had to have noticed, but by easing it in bit by bit, maybe it wasn't such an imposition. Maybe for the next year he'd be able to manage a real, full sized tree, pine sap, needles, and all.
Justin snorted softly as he finally climbed the steps to the bedroom and saw Brian sprawled out on the bed, still dressed except for shoes and a sock. Overall Brian looked adorably out of sorts.
"Wanna bump?" Brian slurred, barely lifting his head off the pillow. His pupils swallowing the amber iris whole.
"Tired out already?" Justin teased lightly as he shook his head 'no' and crawled onto the bed in between Brian's spread thighs.
"Being a heartless, Christmas-hating Bastard is hard work, brat." Brian mumbled half-heartedly as bleary eyes opened to meet Justin's crystal clear, blue ones. This Brian had traces of the man Justin was happy to fall for, the teasing Brian, with no hurtful words to hurl. The Brian that didn't seem to mind his presence, and sometimes -during moments when he thought Justin wasn't looking- even enjoyed it.
But playing with 'teasing Brian' could also be dangerous. It was like walking the tight rope in the circus with no net to catch you. One wrong move and you were fucked... and not in the good, life affirming way either.
"Well then let me take the edge off." Justin grinned up at the older man as his nimble fingers flipped open the button of his pants and drew down the zipper. Time had taught Justin that sex was never the wrong way to go when faced with the many faces of Brian Kinney.
Allowing his wayward blond locks to drift over Brian's newly exposed midriff, Justin listened for the catch in his lover (yes lover's) breath. Brian was always so easy, Justin thought absently as he felt the older man's length fill beneath the thin cover of black briefs.
Retrieving his prize from the folds of cloth, Justin blew on Brian's exposed erection, warming the sensitive length with his breath. Slowly he went to work, teasing the slit with the very tip of his tongue. Loving the feeling of cock in his mouth and fingers curled up tight in his hair, Justin felt himself reach full hardness. With one hand he began to cup Brian's balls, thumbing the light fuzz that covered them, sliding back to the tender flesh that lay hidden behind, as his other hand traveled down the length of his own body to undo that clasp of his pants and free his own weeping length.
A bead of precome slid across his tongue and down his throat. Justin savored the taste and the musky scent of the curls that tickled his nose as he began to suck dolefully on his favorite treat.
That wicked tongue danced around Brian's cock in a much beloved ritual as one hand circled what little Justin couldn't swallow down and the other continued to play across Brian's exposed skin. Completely drawn in by the task at hand, Justin began to unconsciously rut against Brain's designer jean clad leg.
But soon enough he felt Brian's balls tighten beneath his fingers and come rush down his throat. Effectively fighting back his gag reflex, Justin moaned appreciatively as he swallowed each drop. Overwhelmed, he could no longer stave off the pleasure as his own climax came rushing up to meet and greet.
Once both men had been milked for all they were worth, Justin peeled away each article of Brian's clothing, tossing it in the general direction of the hamper before going to the bathroom for a cloth to wash up with.
Upon his return to the bedroom, Justin stripped beneath Brian's lazy, satisfied gaze before crawling into bed. As he settled into the curve of Brian's body, his pert blond boy ass fitting against Brian's half hard cock, a familiar arm settled around his waist. They formed to one another perfectly and Justin shortly thereafter teetered on the edge of wakefulness. Half asleep, the song barely registered as Brian began to sing the tune softly, the breath of his words ruffling the tousled blond locks.
"Four birds a callin'..."
Justin fought a grin as he turned his face further into the pillow and feel asleep to the murmur of the carol in his ear.
The End.
Justin merely laid his head against the other man's broader shoulder and gave a backwards glance to the carolers, who were completely absorbed in their rendition of the "12 Days of Christmas" as bar goers continued to bustle passed. "They're just trying to get everyone in the celebrating mood."
"We're queers Justin. We don't need any help to get in the 'celebrating mood'."
"I meant the mood to celebrate Christmas." Justin grinned as he brushed a quick kiss across Brian's chin before climbing into the passenger side of jeep.
Brian grunted as he climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. He was a scrooge and he knew it, but until Justin came along everyone had just come to accept that as fact.
The drive back to the loft was mostly silent, but the caroler's song continued to wind through both their minds. Justin hummed quietly, while Brian just scowled darkly.
6969696969
Letting himself in, Brian knew that Justin would follow without hesitation, just as surely as he knew the sun would rise the next morning. He moved about the loft, hastily getting ready for bed as if Christmas wasn't fifteen minutes away.
Justin, however, took his time. He grinned at the various Christmas mementos he'd place around the loft over that past two weeks.
He'd had to be inconspicuous about his Christmas spirit. Just after Thanksgiving Brian had caught him looking at decorations in the store and promised that "if any of that shit finds it way into the loft it will be out in the fucking street by the next morning". So Justin had spent the next two weeks smuggling decorations into the loft. Then Justin had spent the weeks after that getting up in the middle of the night while Brian was asleep to place a little, lit and decorated Christmas tree on the coffee table, a string of lights around the window, and mistletoe above the doorway. He knew that Brian had to have noticed, but by easing it in bit by bit, maybe it wasn't such an imposition. Maybe for the next year he'd be able to manage a real, full sized tree, pine sap, needles, and all.
Justin snorted softly as he finally climbed the steps to the bedroom and saw Brian sprawled out on the bed, still dressed except for shoes and a sock. Overall Brian looked adorably out of sorts.
"Wanna bump?" Brian slurred, barely lifting his head off the pillow. His pupils swallowing the amber iris whole.
"Tired out already?" Justin teased lightly as he shook his head 'no' and crawled onto the bed in between Brian's spread thighs.
"Being a heartless, Christmas-hating Bastard is hard work, brat." Brian mumbled half-heartedly as bleary eyes opened to meet Justin's crystal clear, blue ones. This Brian had traces of the man Justin was happy to fall for, the teasing Brian, with no hurtful words to hurl. The Brian that didn't seem to mind his presence, and sometimes -during moments when he thought Justin wasn't looking- even enjoyed it.
But playing with 'teasing Brian' could also be dangerous. It was like walking the tight rope in the circus with no net to catch you. One wrong move and you were fucked... and not in the good, life affirming way either.
"Well then let me take the edge off." Justin grinned up at the older man as his nimble fingers flipped open the button of his pants and drew down the zipper. Time had taught Justin that sex was never the wrong way to go when faced with the many faces of Brian Kinney.
Allowing his wayward blond locks to drift over Brian's newly exposed midriff, Justin listened for the catch in his lover (yes lover's) breath. Brian was always so easy, Justin thought absently as he felt the older man's length fill beneath the thin cover of black briefs.
Retrieving his prize from the folds of cloth, Justin blew on Brian's exposed erection, warming the sensitive length with his breath. Slowly he went to work, teasing the slit with the very tip of his tongue. Loving the feeling of cock in his mouth and fingers curled up tight in his hair, Justin felt himself reach full hardness. With one hand he began to cup Brian's balls, thumbing the light fuzz that covered them, sliding back to the tender flesh that lay hidden behind, as his other hand traveled down the length of his own body to undo that clasp of his pants and free his own weeping length.
A bead of precome slid across his tongue and down his throat. Justin savored the taste and the musky scent of the curls that tickled his nose as he began to suck dolefully on his favorite treat.
That wicked tongue danced around Brian's cock in a much beloved ritual as one hand circled what little Justin couldn't swallow down and the other continued to play across Brian's exposed skin. Completely drawn in by the task at hand, Justin began to unconsciously rut against Brain's designer jean clad leg.
But soon enough he felt Brian's balls tighten beneath his fingers and come rush down his throat. Effectively fighting back his gag reflex, Justin moaned appreciatively as he swallowed each drop. Overwhelmed, he could no longer stave off the pleasure as his own climax came rushing up to meet and greet.
Once both men had been milked for all they were worth, Justin peeled away each article of Brian's clothing, tossing it in the general direction of the hamper before going to the bathroom for a cloth to wash up with.
Upon his return to the bedroom, Justin stripped beneath Brian's lazy, satisfied gaze before crawling into bed. As he settled into the curve of Brian's body, his pert blond boy ass fitting against Brian's half hard cock, a familiar arm settled around his waist. They formed to one another perfectly and Justin shortly thereafter teetered on the edge of wakefulness. Half asleep, the song barely registered as Brian began to sing the tune softly, the breath of his words ruffling the tousled blond locks.
"Four birds a callin'..."
Justin fought a grin as he turned his face further into the pillow and feel asleep to the murmur of the carol in his ear.
The End.