I’ll Always Be There… Chapter 4
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Title: I’ll Always Be There…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 1220
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion and Lust…
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foreverbmSummary: Brian reflects on his weekend with Justin…
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Chapter 4
The loft seems so empty when I walk in from our long weekend; it was so nice to spend some time with him. We’re both so lonely living apart but we both put on a strong face, a mask of how we really feel about our separation. I know he wanted to tell me how much he wants to come home, how much he thinks this is a mistake, but he’s there now. He should really give it a shot even if it kills me in the process.
He looked so beautiful; I loved how when we went outside his cheeks and lips would get all rosy and pink, just perfect for kissing. I’m not sure what our arrangement is anymore - if we’re engaged or not? He calls us partners and that’s good for me, but I sure would like some parameters as to what he expects.
Because for the first time I’m willing to give him what he wants, even long distance. Okay, maybe the truth is I don’t want him sleeping around, because for him, it’s never sleeping around… It always means something, and I just can’t let that something come between us. It’s not that I’m insecure; it’s just that I don’t want to share. It took me a long time to get here and I don’t want to go back. Everyone always say you can’t go back.
I pour a drink and sit and flip through the mail. I’m surprised when I see a letter from him sticking out of a magazine. I can’t help smiling as I open it up; yeah, I really look forward to getting his letters as much as he does mine. I really should have indulged him and read my letter to him.
As I read it I’m flooded with memories of our past weekend and spending time in the snow. We had a snowball fight and I let him win, of course. I’m learning… I took him to fancy restaurants and I even let him drag me off ice skating at 30 Rock…
I’m actually really good. I was on the hockey team at school but I didn’t tell him that. We really had a blast and it makes me wonder why I couldn’t have given him real dates before this? Why did he have to move to another city, far away, for me to get what it is he really wants?
It’s late but I can’t sleep… so I take out a piece of my stationery and start writing to him.
Dear Justin,
It’s late… that time of night when I can’t sleep because I’m missing you so much it actually hurts. I lay awake and replay how we ended up here, wondering if we’ve made the right decisions.
But when I saw you this weekend, talking about how excited you were about going to all the museums and art galleries in New York, I know that’s not the kind of inspiration you would have here in Pittsburgh.
It killed me to leave you standing at the departure gate with tears in your eyes; it was like you were drowning from the inside out. I could still feel your tears, drying on my index finger from where I wiped them away as I sat on the plane, waiting for my departure.
This is what our lives have come to - departures and arrivals… So I’m sending you an open-ended ticket to use to come home which I hope will be this weekend, but if not, that’s okay. Just know that once you use it you’ll always have a replacement waiting. You can come for a visit anytime you need to come home.
The holidays are coming and I hope you plan on coming home for more than just a long weekend. How about a couple of weeks? Everyone misses you more than you can imagine and I miss you most of all.
I guess we really should talk about what you want to do with the house? If you considered coming home every other weekend, we could spend time there as our private getaway from the family.
Or maybe seeing me every weekend is too much? It’s just that I miss you so much I can’t stop thinking about holding you, kissing you, loving you…
I loved getting your letter when I got home tonight. That was a real surprise, and you never stop surprising me… I love you, Sunshine. I hope to see you this weekend, two weeks is just too long…
Call me so I can hear your voice. Sometimes that’s just all I need to get through all this… I miss you, you little twat!
Later, Brian
Brian’s mind drifts off to this last weekend…
Brian has Justin pinned to the bed, holding his arms over his head, tickling him as he frantically tries to get loose. He’s laughing uncontrollably, begging for Brian to stop…
In the midst of all the chaos Brian simply releases Justin’s arms and he relaxes back into the bed, catching his breath, looking at his partner with lust filled eyes. His skin is glossy and his boner is protruding from his waistband. Brian leans in to kiss him but makes a quick detour, licking his slit and around his crown before bringing his lips to Justin’s.
Justin bucks his hips to the touch of Brian’s lips, arching his back, wanting more. Devouring his lips as they come in for a passionate kiss the boy is totally lit and on fire… he starts to whimper and moan as Brian grinds into him.
“Brian…Brian…fuck me! Oh God, I need you!”
Just hearing that made Brian’s heart sigh a little, not that he’d ever let that show but it’s good to know that he’s not the only one consumed with need. He runs his hands down his blond’s body, admiring how beautiful he is, inspecting every nook and cranny, staking his claim. He nibbles and sucks his way to Justin’s impossibly hard dick that’s oozing pre-cum and begging for attention.
He nuzzles his face into his bush then looks up at Justin, who has brought his hands down to Brian’s head. Brian looks up at him and says playfully yet sternly, “Stay!” Justin’s arms immediately return to the position Brian held them in over his head, now grinning like a fool.
Brian runs his teeth down Justin’s hard penis through his jeans and back up again, looking straight into Justin’s eyes, telling him not to cum… Justin’s eyes are glassed over as he tries to obey his master but he’s bound tight in denim, rutting his ridge against his waistband, silently begging Brian to suck him.
Brian leans in again and licks his head, driving Justin wild as he bucks for more… Brian unzips Justin’s jeans with his teeth, finally releasing the beast within as he springs out, demanding attention like a spoiled child. Brian stops teasing him and starts sucking him in earnest.
Justin can’t help rising up to meet Brian’s mouth as he’s taken all the way down Brian’s throat. Just feeling those warm silky walls drives him right over the edge. He grabs hold of Brian’s hair, crying out his name; “BRIAN…” as he shoots his spunk down his throat.
Brian just grins, thinking about the spanking that followed…
TBC…
The loft seems so empty when I walk in from our long weekend; it was so nice to spend some time with him. We’re both so lonely living apart but we both put on a strong face, a mask of how we really feel about our separation. I know he wanted to tell me how much he wants to come home, how much he thinks this is a mistake, but he’s there now. He should really give it a shot even if it kills me in the process.
He looked so beautiful; I loved how when we went outside his cheeks and lips would get all rosy and pink, just perfect for kissing. I’m not sure what our arrangement is anymore - if we’re engaged or not? He calls us partners and that’s good for me, but I sure would like some parameters as to what he expects.
Because for the first time I’m willing to give him what he wants, even long distance. Okay, maybe the truth is I don’t want him sleeping around, because for him, it’s never sleeping around… It always means something, and I just can’t let that something come between us. It’s not that I’m insecure; it’s just that I don’t want to share. It took me a long time to get here and I don’t want to go back. Everyone always say you can’t go back.
I pour a drink and sit and flip through the mail. I’m surprised when I see a letter from him sticking out of a magazine. I can’t help smiling as I open it up; yeah, I really look forward to getting his letters as much as he does mine. I really should have indulged him and read my letter to him.
As I read it I’m flooded with memories of our past weekend and spending time in the snow. We had a snowball fight and I let him win, of course. I’m learning… I took him to fancy restaurants and I even let him drag me off ice skating at 30 Rock…
I’m actually really good. I was on the hockey team at school but I didn’t tell him that. We really had a blast and it makes me wonder why I couldn’t have given him real dates before this? Why did he have to move to another city, far away, for me to get what it is he really wants?
It’s late but I can’t sleep… so I take out a piece of my stationery and start writing to him.
Dear Justin,
It’s late… that time of night when I can’t sleep because I’m missing you so much it actually hurts. I lay awake and replay how we ended up here, wondering if we’ve made the right decisions.
But when I saw you this weekend, talking about how excited you were about going to all the museums and art galleries in New York, I know that’s not the kind of inspiration you would have here in Pittsburgh.
It killed me to leave you standing at the departure gate with tears in your eyes; it was like you were drowning from the inside out. I could still feel your tears, drying on my index finger from where I wiped them away as I sat on the plane, waiting for my departure.
This is what our lives have come to - departures and arrivals… So I’m sending you an open-ended ticket to use to come home which I hope will be this weekend, but if not, that’s okay. Just know that once you use it you’ll always have a replacement waiting. You can come for a visit anytime you need to come home.
The holidays are coming and I hope you plan on coming home for more than just a long weekend. How about a couple of weeks? Everyone misses you more than you can imagine and I miss you most of all.
I guess we really should talk about what you want to do with the house? If you considered coming home every other weekend, we could spend time there as our private getaway from the family.
Or maybe seeing me every weekend is too much? It’s just that I miss you so much I can’t stop thinking about holding you, kissing you, loving you…
I loved getting your letter when I got home tonight. That was a real surprise, and you never stop surprising me… I love you, Sunshine. I hope to see you this weekend, two weeks is just too long…
Call me so I can hear your voice. Sometimes that’s just all I need to get through all this… I miss you, you little twat!
Later, Brian
Brian’s mind drifts off to this last weekend…
Brian has Justin pinned to the bed, holding his arms over his head, tickling him as he frantically tries to get loose. He’s laughing uncontrollably, begging for Brian to stop…
In the midst of all the chaos Brian simply releases Justin’s arms and he relaxes back into the bed, catching his breath, looking at his partner with lust filled eyes. His skin is glossy and his boner is protruding from his waistband. Brian leans in to kiss him but makes a quick detour, licking his slit and around his crown before bringing his lips to Justin’s.
Justin bucks his hips to the touch of Brian’s lips, arching his back, wanting more. Devouring his lips as they come in for a passionate kiss the boy is totally lit and on fire… he starts to whimper and moan as Brian grinds into him.
“Brian…Brian…fuck me! Oh God, I need you!”
Just hearing that made Brian’s heart sigh a little, not that he’d ever let that show but it’s good to know that he’s not the only one consumed with need. He runs his hands down his blond’s body, admiring how beautiful he is, inspecting every nook and cranny, staking his claim. He nibbles and sucks his way to Justin’s impossibly hard dick that’s oozing pre-cum and begging for attention.
He nuzzles his face into his bush then looks up at Justin, who has brought his hands down to Brian’s head. Brian looks up at him and says playfully yet sternly, “Stay!” Justin’s arms immediately return to the position Brian held them in over his head, now grinning like a fool.
Brian runs his teeth down Justin’s hard penis through his jeans and back up again, looking straight into Justin’s eyes, telling him not to cum… Justin’s eyes are glassed over as he tries to obey his master but he’s bound tight in denim, rutting his ridge against his waistband, silently begging Brian to suck him.
Brian leans in again and licks his head, driving Justin wild as he bucks for more… Brian unzips Justin’s jeans with his teeth, finally releasing the beast within as he springs out, demanding attention like a spoiled child. Brian stops teasing him and starts sucking him in earnest.
Justin can’t help rising up to meet Brian’s mouth as he’s taken all the way down Brian’s throat. Just feeling those warm silky walls drives him right over the edge. He grabs hold of Brian’s hair, crying out his name; “BRIAN…” as he shoots his spunk down his throat.
Brian just grins, thinking about the spanking that followed…
TBC…
