22 February 2007 @ 07:29 pm
Keeping Score.  
Eeeek! I am posting fic. Eeeek.

Much love and thanks to Xie, Bunny and Vamp for their help and encouragement.

Title: Keeping Score
Timeline: Late season 1

I push back, meeting Brian's thrusts. Our bodies rock together. I hear Brian grunt behind me.

I'm on my elbows and knees, ass in the air. Brian is pounding into me hard. I love the feeling. I love most of the new sensations I've been introduced to in the last few months, thanks to Brian Kinney.

I've already come, but Brian hasn't. He's close though. I can tell.

I can tell almost everything about Brian's body by now. The sounds he makes when we fuck. When he's close to coming. All the sensitive spots that make him shiver when I touch them.

I wish I knew as much about how Brian's mind works as I do about his body, but I'm getting there.

I remember every conversation we've ever had. Brian's friends think all the two of us ever do is fuck, and we do plenty of that, but we do other stuff too. We talk. About everything! About my schoolwork, about Brian's campaigns and idiot co-workers. Brian has a wicked sense of humor, and he's really smart. He likes to challenge my views on the world, politics, random things we watch on television. And I love talking to him. I get the feeling he doesn't talk much with his friends, well, beyond discussing the latest edition of whatever retarded comic book Mikey's reading, and gossiping about who gave who crabs recently.

We've spent a lot of nights together by now. Of course we do more than just fuck.

But it's the fucking I look forward to the most. Ever since the first night when he showed me the joy of fucking. In how good two bodies can feel when they move together as well as ours do. I haven't thought of much else, beyond the next time I'll see him.

I know I was lucky to have had Brian take my virginity. I didn't know exactly what would happen when I went down to Liberty Avenue that night, who I'd find, but meeting Brian exceeded all my expectations. He was hot as fuck. And amazing in bed. The things we did. I still blush when I think about the first time he rimmed me.

And now, months later, I've been fucked, sucked and rimmed, and I can give one hell of a blow job, if Brian's reactions are anything to go by. And considering Brian has been blown more than just about any man in the state, I'm feeling pretty cocky in my abilities.

I can picture everything I've been shown, and done, and had done to me. In fact....

“Uhh,” Brian grunts from behind me, coming hard. We collapse on the bed. I'm squashed into the wet spot, Brian boneless and spread out on top of me. I smile. There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

We stay like this for a minute and then I feel Brian pull out and roll away. I grin into the pillow.

“Ninety-nine.” That was the ninety-ninth time Brian and I had sex. I feel strangely proud. I'm pretty sure he's never fucked anyone besides me 99 times before.

“Ninety-nine what?” I hear Brian ask.

Shit. I hadn't meant to say that out loud.

“Nothing,” I mumble, burying my head in the pillow.

I feel Brian's hands on my hips, rolling me over to face him.

“Ninety-nine what, Justin? Tell me.” He's grinning. He's such a nosey fucker sometimes.

“Nothing. Really.”

Shit. I can feel myself blushing. Brian straddles my hips, and pins my hands down on the bed. He leans down close to my face. Damp hair stuck to his forehead. Our cocks pressed together, Brian's weight is pinning me down, and then I feel his hot breath on my ear.

“Tell me.” Brian breathes out.

Well who could resist that?

“It's stupid. Really. Just, uh, that was the ninetyninththtimewe'vefucked.”

Brian shoots back up.

“Really?” He's laughing. Oh god, I try to push him off me, but he's too heavy. I look away.

“Now, now, Sunshine, where do you think you're going? We need to talk about this.” He is enjoying this way too much. “So, you've counted all the times we've fucked huh. Keeping score are you? That's kind of ...”

“Creepy. I know.” I feel like a fool.

“Actually, it's kind of sweet.”

Is he kidding? I look up at him to see if he's serious and he actually looks kind of ... pleased. Well of course he does. His ego is almost as big as his dick, after all. I know I can turn the tables on him now.

I buck up and push him off me. Now I'm the one doing the straddling. My eyes follow the long lines of his torso. He's sleek. Tanned. Beautiful. I've probably drawn him as many times as we've fucked by now. I love the way his darker skin contrasts with mine. The way our fingers look entwined where I'm now holding his hands down.

I look up to his face. He looks amused. Probably wondering what I plan on doing while I'm up here.

I pin Brian’s arms down to the bed. My hands are on his wrists, our hands up near our heads. I lean down and put my mouth near his ear, letting my breath ghost over it.

“I remember every single time Brian. The first time. God, do you remember?”

A small nod.

“I remember how it felt the first time you came inside me. How big and hard you were. How full I felt.”

I can feel his cock twitching against my ass.

“I could still feel you inside me the next day. I told Daphne that.” I laugh a little, remembering it. He laughs too.

“It was good, huh?” He asks, his voice low. As if he didn't know.

I'm still leaning down, talking quietly in his ear.

“It was so good Brian. So good. It gets better all the time. I remember the second time, and the third.”

It's true. When I'm alone in my bed at Deb's at night, I pick a number and remember what we did, how it felt, as I stroke my cock and bring myself off.

“I remember them all, Brian. How good it feels when you fuck me. Suck me. Rim me. I love it.”

“I know you do,” he says. “I love the way you push back. You're such a fucking slut for it, aren't you Justin?”

I moan. He knows me so well.

“Fuck yes. I love it, Brian. And I love sucking your beautiful cock. I love riding it.”

I lean back a little and grind on his lap. His cock's definitely hard again. So is mine. I am so ready to make it 100, but I'm enjoying myself too much to stop. Brian's letting me take the lead and I'm not ready to give it up yet. I whisper in his ear again.

“I love having it inside me. Filling me. Stretching me.”

He growls and I find myself on my back again. He grabs a condom.

“Let's get you into the triple digits, Sunshine.”

That sounds pretty good to me.
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wavingcat5: friends&lovers challenge entry[info]wavingcat5 on January 24th, 2010 10:46 am (UTC)
Okay I came back to check out your first fic :D
I guess I am a total stalker...

I loved this little piece of delight! Deceptively simple and I really liked the way you hung the story on the idea of counting, the re-jigging of the 'kind of sweet' line, how you use the counting thing to show Justin's vulnerability (his wanting, adoration, surrender - not just of his body but his private thoughts - and his embarrassment); how he's on a string of love for Brian, and how Brian actually warms to that, maybe for his ego but it's opening him up to something else. Divinely hot too.

(I always feel weird commenting on people's older stuff - because they will think I am a stalker - but I think I would like to know if someone was reading mine, so what the hey.)
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Britin[info]_alicesprings on January 24th, 2010 11:02 am (UTC)
OMG don't ever apologise for leaving feedback on an old story! I love feedback! :)

And what wonderful feedback it is! I am terribly embarassed by my old fics - I am by no means a great writer, and I often think I've failed, but you saw the things I was aiming to show, so I'm very glad. Thank you so much!
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wavingcat5[info]wavingcat5 on January 24th, 2010 11:23 am (UTC)
No worries :) I think when we see how deftly complicated stuff is handled by some writers it's intimidating, but you kept it simple here and did the right things with what you had, which makes it work (and which I need to learn to do).

I want to give you a bizarre compliment too, about Comeback. Longish fics I print out so I can walk around the house and read them; I don't keep them after I've read them. After I read Comeback my toddler messed up the papers and they ended up all over a room, mixed with other papers (I'm afraid I left it like that for... a while). When I decided to clean it up I had to work out which papers were my stuff that I needed to keep, and which needed to go in the recycling. So I'd pick up a bank statement, or a newsletter, then I'd pick up some random page of Comeback, totally out of order. I was surprised that each time I found a page from the story, I sat there and read it again, just a page at a time. Totally mixed up, but I just felt like I had to. Which I normally don't do once I've read a fic. I think, more than anything, it's because I related to your tone. Just wanted to share that :)
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Britin[info]_alicesprings on January 24th, 2010 11:34 am (UTC)
I think when we see how deftly complicated stuff is handled by some writers it's intimidating

Hellz yes! Absolutely.

Can I just tell you you've made my night, hell my week/year with this story! If you keep telling me such lovely things about my writing I may actually believe I'm not too bad at it one of these days! THANK YOU!
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