Chapter 16 - In The Mood.

“Now, where were we, Blue Eyes?” Brian asked as he locked the door behind Daphne and Fancy, happy to finally have his blond back and all to himself.

“I think you were right about here, Mr. Kinney,” the sexy young man waiting for him in his bed replied, pointing with his index finger at the coral pink lips that Brian was so eager to get back to.

“Yum,” Brian smiled as he walked the few steps back to join Justin on the bed.

Brian took the boy in his arms, making sure to be careful of the injured shoulder this time, and gently pushed the blond down onto the pillows. Then he leaned in and sipped deeply from the lips he’d been fantasizing about all damn week. And the kiss tasted just as sweet as Brian remembered. The lean body was just as warm and pliant. It was soft and yielding in all the right places and hard where Brian liked things to be hard. It was just as good as he’d thought it would be.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re okay, Blue Eyes,” Brian murmured against those delicious lips, receiving only a moan in response.

As their kisses deepened even more, Brian held on tightly. He loved the way Justin seemed to fit so perfectly in his arms, their bodies twined around each other. But it wasn’t long before Brian started to notice that his Blue Eyes was no longer kissing back as ardently as before. Then he noticed the younger man was actually shaking.

“Justin?”

Brian pulled back enough to be able to see the expressive gemstone blue eyes. Those eyes were showing definite signs of distress at the moment. The young man was panting and the eyes squeezed shut as his face contorted with a look of panic. Every single muscle in the boy’s body had gone rigid and the shaking was only getting worse.

“What is it, Blue Eyes? Justin? Justin! Is it your shoulder? Did I hurt you again?”

Finally the boy opened his eyes again and it seemed like that helped a little. Brian looked on worriedly, running his hands through the thick blond hair, caressing the slightly stubbled blond cheeks with his thumbs as he waited patiently while Justin struggled to pull himself together. It took several minutes, and even then Brian could feel the radiating tension coming off the other man’s body in palpable waves.

“Tell me, Justin?” Brian asked again, hoping that this time he’d get some answer. “Is it your shoulder? Did I hurt you?”

Justin shook his head. “No. My shoulder’s fine. I thought . . . I thought . . . I thought you were dead, Brian. You, Daphne, everyone . . . dead,” he panted the painful words out, tears blurring the blue of his gaze.  

“But we aren’t, Blue Eyes. We’re all fine,” Brian tried to reassure him.

“Yeah, but . . . If you HAD been in that shelter, Brian, you’d have been killed. You COULD have died last night . . . I could have died last night, too. Heck, I could die tomorrow. In the next raid. On my next mission . . .”

Justin’s words faded away but Brian could tell he wasn’t done. The young man was fighting against the realization of his own mortality, and something like that didn’t pass easily. Brian had experienced a few moments like that in his own life, so he could understand. Add in the backlash from the adrenaline rush of the pilot’s last mission and the stress of the morning’s discoveries and it wasn’t surprising that Justin was feeling a bit unsteady.

“I don’t want to die like this, Brian,” Justin finally announced, sounding like he’d come to some important conclusion. “I don’t want to die without knowing how it feels to make love with a man I care about.”

“I thought you wanted to take it slow, Blue Eyes,” Brian asked, wanting to make sure that Justin was sure. “You said you weren’t ready.”

Justin looked Brian directly in the eyes as he spoke. “I don’t have time to take it slow. I need to be ready. I don’t know how long I have. None of us do,” Justin insisted. “And I want you, Brian. I want it all. I want to experience everything you can teach me . . . so if I do die tomorrow, I’ll at least have had that. With you.”

Brian scrutinized the earnest young man’s face, and found only sincerity.

“Okay.”

Brian started to roll off the bed.

“Wait. Where are you going? Don’t you want . . .”

“Patience, Grasshopper,” Brian replied with a grin and a little quelling kiss. “I’m not going anywhere; just getting supplies.”

“Supplies?” Justin seemed confused.

Brian dug what he needed out of his toiletries kit and tossed the tube of lube and a ribbon of his favorite Trojan Black Velvet condoms on the bed.

Justin picked both items up, looking at them curiously. When he looked back up at Brian it was obvious he still didn’t understand, causing the experienced Stud to laugh out loud. Justin blushed again. Brian crawled back up the bed, shaking his head at the tyro, and reached for the apparently confusing articles.

“Lube,” he said, taking back the tube. “And condoms,” he pointed to the condoms in Justin’s hand.

Justin nodded but it was clear to Brian the boy still didn’t get it.

“Lubrication,” he explained, waving the tube in front of the boy’s face. “Makes things MUCH easier. Trust me, you don't want to do this without lube. Especially your first time.”

“Okay.” Justin shrugged acceptingly. “But why the rubbers? Don’t tell me you’re worried about getting me pregnant?” He teased, giggling to cover the fact that he was still embarrassed.

“Ha, fucking, ha,” Brian scoffed. “No, that’s one of the many benefits of being gay. No unplanned pregnancies. But condoms prevent more than just pregnancy. They’re the best protection available against sexually transmitted diseases.”

“So the docs in basic training told us,” Justin admitted. “But WE don’t need it, do we?” Now it was Brian’s turn to look confused, unsure where his blond was going with this. “I mean . . . Well, that’s only with women right? All the stuff the RAF made us read and watch . . . It was all about women, you know. . .”

Brian actually snorted with laughter at that assumption. “Sorry, Blue Eyes, but the rule applies to ALL kinds of sex. In fact, sex between two men is even more likely to transmit some diseases than straight sex. So you ALWAYS need to wear a condom.”

“Really? . . . I guess that makes sense,” Justin responded, wrinkling his nose adorably. “You probably think I’m an idiot . . . It’s just that they never said anything about, well, men . . .”

“Yeah, well, I don’t expect the Air Force will get around to covering gay sex ed for a few more years.”

Justin laughed at Brian’s joke, then added, “true. But still, we probably don’t need that. I mean, it should be safe - I’ve never been with anyone else.”

“But I most certainly have, Blue Eyes,” Brian stated as he pulled his shirt off over his head without bothering with all the buttons. “And even though I get tested regularly, and as far as I know I’m clean, I still wouldn’t ever put you at risk like that. So, no sex without the condoms. Ever. Got it?”

“Got it,” Justin conceded as he examined the condom packages he was still holding. “Hmm. These don’t look like the free rubbers they hand out on the base. Fancy.” He turned the package over and squinted at the writing there. “Use by June, 2017? Wow! These ones last a long time. Impressive.”

“They’re . . . A new kind.” Brian snatched the incriminating condoms away from the overly inquisitive neophyte and immediately changed the subject. “So, are you sure about this, Blue Eyes? Cause if you really do want to fuck, I generally find it works much better without your clothes on . . .”

“Oh, yeah,” Justin blushed again as he looked down at his still fully clothed body and self-consciously began to shrug off his shirt and then start on the fly of his trousers.

Meanwhile, Brian shucked off his own pants, leaving only his black thong in place. Justin seemed to get a little distracted by that sight, his fingers slowing even more on the buttons of his fly. Brian shook his head and smiled at the guileless wonder on the kid’s face. It was sort of fun to be able to shock the brave little pilot like this. But, that wasn’t going to get them fucking any faster, so it was time to take things in hand.

He quickly removed his underwear and then turned to his dawdling companion. “Need help with that, Blue Eyes?” Brian asked, rolling around till he was kneeling at Justin’s feet.

Without waiting for an answer, Brian took hold of the legs of the young man’s trousers and pulled hard, which caused Justin to flop backwards on the bed. Then Brian reached over and, with one hand, dexterously popped all the buttons in mere seconds. With another tug at the trouser legs, the pants were off, leaving the boy in only his ridiculously large and baggy, white cotton undershorts. Brian ‘tsked’ at the boy’s ugly briefs, glad that men’s underwear had progressed from this unfortunate stage by the time he’d been born. These things were an embarrassment.

But it was easy enough to rid Justin of those too - Brian simply pulled on the elastic waistband and in seconds they had followed the pants over the side of the bed. And then Brian got a chance to see his boy in all his bare blond beauty. Damn the kid was hot. That huge cock sprouting from the nest of dark blond pubes almost made Brian’s mouth water. He wanted to taste it again, but resisted, because he knew neither of them would last if he took that route and Justin wanted more this time. So, with a longing sigh, Brian sufficed himself with only a quick grope and then slapped at the boy’s thigh.

“Roll over, Blue Eyes,” he ordered.

Justin nervously bit at his bottom lip but nodded and then complied, flipping onto his stomach and lying there while clutching a pillow to his chest. Brian could see the tension in the boy’s shoulders as the blond lay there, hunched over that damned pillow, as if he was waiting for a punishment or something. Brian knew he had his work cut out for him to get the kid to relax a bit. But he was a master at this particular type of performance and was more than prepared for the task ahead of him.

Brian quickly arranged the boy how he wanted him, spreading the stocky, well-muscled legs wide enough so he could kneel between them. Then he ran his hands up the younger man’s sides, lightly tickling along the whole length of the slim body - up furry calves, thighs, over bony hips, sensitive sides and then down the hunched over shoulders until his fingers trailed to the boy’s wrists. Circling a wrist with each of his own hands, he pulled them out from under Justin’s pillow and stretched them over the kid’s head. This left Brian spread over the top of the smaller body, skin on skin all down their lengths, with his weight only minimally supported by his hands and knees. His cock naturally found it’s way into the inviting crack of Justin’s ass, twitching with anticipation as soon as it made contact. Mr. Johnson was going to have to wait for a bit though, since Brian had a few agenda items to take care of before they could get to the main attraction.

Brian started by kissing his way back down the boy’s neck and shoulders, leaving sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses everywhere his mouth could reach. Justin seemed to relax a bit with the kissing. All part of the plan. As soon as Brian felt that first easing of tension, he stuck out his tongue and began to slowly trail a line of wetness down the knobs of the boy’s spine. The lower he got, the more Justin’s head lifted, almost as if there were an invisible string between Brian’s tongue and the top of the kid’s head. When Brian progressed low enough that his tongue began to dip in between the plump globes of the fuzzy, plump ass cheeks, then the blond head reared all the way back in surprise. And, when his tongue tickled over the tiny pink pucker hiding there, he heard a gasp of stunned pleasure. Brian took an extra big slurp across the tender entrance, poking the tip of his tongue in just the tiniest bit as a teaser, and then waited through the inevitable clenching he’d been expecting.

“Now you know what rimming is, Blue Eyes,” Brian announced, lifting his head just enough to speak and then diving back down for another taste.

After that there was nothing but moaning for several long minutes as Brian prodded and nibbled and explored, until the sensations reached a critical mass and Justin’s moans began to crescendo.

“B-b-brian! I . . . I-I-I . . . Oh my . . . Ap-Ap-Ap . . . Apple . . PLE . . . S-S-S-SAUCE!!!!”

Brian held on while Justin’s hips bucked wildly in front of him and his ass muscles spasmed through what appeared to be a pretty strong orgasm. The older man’s eyes fixated on Justin’s ass as the kid humped the mattress with gusto and the lustful sounds emanating from Justin shot straight to his own dick. When the last twitch of pleasure had passed, the blond boy slumped back down into the mattress as limp as a ragdoll. Brian chuckled at how thoroughly sated the kid appeared. Little did he know there was so much more still to come.

Brian used the sheet to wipe off his face before sitting up and grabbing hold of an ankle to try and flip the boy over onto his back. “Hey, Blue Eyes! No sleeping yet. There’s more where that came from,” he ordered, trying to get some help from the kid.

“There’s more?” came a sleepy murmur. “How can there be more than THAT? That . . . what did you call it?”

“Rimming.”

“Mmmm . . . rimming,” Justin repeated as he reluctantly allowed Brian to roll him over onto his back. “I’ve never even heard of that before. That was . . . I don’t think there are words for what that was, Brian. I think all my bones have melted already. How can there be more?”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” Brian chuckled as he bent over and licked at the sticky, salty, residue that coated the young man’s stomach, enjoying his treat before moving on. “There’s so much more. Consider that just an appetizer, Blue Eyes. That was just to take the edge off and help you relax.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more relaxed in my life, Brian,” the kid said and sighed happily, only to yelp with a new spark of pleasure when Brian engulfed his half-hard dick and sucked on it with relish.

“What are you . . . What are you doing now, Brian? I-I-I . . . Ooofph!”

Brian’s mouth made a popping sound as he released Justin from his lips. “If you don’t know what I’m doing, Blue Eyes, I’m clearly doing it wrong,” Brian teased, as he went back to work, sucking and nibbling at the boy’s growing erection.

Justin hummed with happiness as Brian took him back into his mouth and rolled him around on his tongue, teasing and flicking the sensitive head of his cock. His trim hips bucked off the bed as Brian took him even deeper. Even Brian was surprised at how fast the young novice was becoming ready again, but that was the beauty of youth, he supposed. It was going to make his work so much easier, though.

With his mouth still working Justin’s cock, Brian reached for the lube, squeezing the tube and coating his fingers liberally. He knew the boy was going to need a lot of prep, which is why he continued to blow the boy as though his life depended on it. 2016 Studly Brian wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing, but this Brian knew Justin needed the extra care, so he simply shoved 2016 Brian away into a walled-off, sound-proof, compartment in his brain and carried on.

“Brian . . .” Justin sighed out the older man’s name passionately as he tugged at the brown hair he was, just moments before, running his fingers through with such great care.

Taking his boy deeper into his throat, Brian ran his lube covered finger teasingly down Justin’s crack and tapped lightly on his waiting hole.

Justin gasped, which only encouraged Brian more.

He traced the lube over Justin’s hole, getting it nice and wet before pushing just the tip of his index finger inside. Damn, he was so fucking tight, Brian had to fight to keep from coming at the mere thought of his cock pushing through that constriction.

His boy nearly shot up off the bed at the feel of Brian’s wandering fingers. “Whaaaa?” Justin hissed, as Brian started to push more of his finger inside of him. “What are you doing, Brian?”

Once again, Brian pulled his mouth away from that beautiful dick, and looked up into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

“I’m getting you ready,” Brian explained softly, but without removing his questing fingers.

Justin looked confused. “I am ready.”

Brian shook his head. “You might be ready,” he smiled, pointing to the boy’s straining erection, “but your ass most definitely is not.”

“It’s not? What . . . I don’t understand. How do you get your . . . you know . . . ready?” the boy questioned, his cheeks growing pinker and pinker with each passing second.

“I need . . .” Brian took a deep breath as he worked his finger up to the first knuckle - he’d never had to fucking explain why he had his fingers buried in someone’s ass before. “I need to stretch you out,” he explained patiently, even though this was quite possibly one of the unsexiest conversations he’d ever had while fingering someone, although he couldn’t be pissed off or irritated by the blond’s honest questions.

“Stretch me out?” Justin looked scared by the very concept.

“Easy, Blue Eyes,” Brian soothed. “Feel this?” he asked, as his finger worked on relaxing the tight rings of muscle in Justin’s ass. “I need to help you relax this a little. If I don’t it’ll hurt a lot worse.”

“It’s . . . it’s going to hurt?”

“A little,” Brian admitted. “But that’s all part of it. Trust me. You trust me, right?”

Justin nodded but still looked worried. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as Brian’s finger pushed through and opened him up a little more. However, as soon as Brian’s finger found Justin’s prostate, his blue eyes shot open and he gasped loudly. That was the reaction Brian had been banking on. That was what made it all worthwhile. That little spark of indescribable pleasure was the whole reason a gay man pushed through the slight pain in the first place. Justin moaned quietly as Brian’s finger worked it’s way in and out of his ass a few more times, apparently figuring it out pretty darn quickly on his own.

Adding a little more lube directly to Justin’s hole, Brian slowly added a second finger. As he breached the tight muscle, he again took Justin deep into his throat, swallowing the boy’s renewed moans. At the same time, Brian was wondering, how could someone taste so fucking delicious?

Justin brought his legs up and planted both feet firmly on the mattress, spreading his knees wantonly.

“Brian, Brian, Brian,” the blond chanted each time Brian tapped his prostate teasingly.

Brian loved the way the smaller man’s body reacted. The way Justin didn’t hold back anything. The way his body writhed and squirmed, giving evidence to just how much he was enjoying every single thing Brian did. There was no coyness. No affectation. No playacting to try and impress Brian. The boy didn’t know how he was supposed to act, so he had no choice but to respond naturally. Brian admired that sense freedom and it spurred him on to work even harder to please the young tyro.

When Brian saw that his Blue Eyes was as relaxed and ready as he was going to get, he added a third finger, scissoring them in and out of Justin’s spasming hole. He could feel the tight muscles clenching around his knuckles and he had to reach down and squeeze his own dick so as not to embarrass himself. He felt he could probably come from this alone - something that had definitely not happened since he had started topping way back when he was a teenager. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

With his mouth full of yummy blond boy and his fingers buried deeply in this tasty ass, Brian reached blindly for the strip of condoms he’d placed somewhere next to him on the bed. This was it. Holy shit.

Brian gently pulled his fingers out and dropped a small kiss to the head of Justin’s penis. “Are you ready, Blue Eyes?”

Justin bit his lip nervously and watched as Brian ripped open the condom package with his teeth.

“Go on. Put it on me,” Brian insisted, holding it out towards his companion.

Justin shook his head, his mouth was open wide and his breathing was already laboured.

“Here,” Brian took Justin’s shaking hands in his and brought them up to his aching cock, pinching the top of the condom. “Help me roll it down.”

Justin watched as the condom was unrolled down Brian’s straining dick.

“You’re . . . you’re really big. Will you . . . um . . . will you fit inside me?”

If this was another time, or anyone else, Brian would have died laughing at such a ridiculous question, but the look of pure innocence on Justin’s face told him that laughing right now would be a massive fucking mistake. So, instead, he leaned forward and kissed the hell out of those delectable pink lips. “I’ll fit, Blue Eyes. You’re just going to need to relax, okay?”

Justin nodded trustingly, his eyes never leaving Brian’s dick as their still joined hands coated the condom in extra lube.

Brian hooked his hand under the blond’s trembling knees. “Put your legs up - on my shoulders. That's it,” Brian sighed as he pushed forward slightly, using one hand to run his cock up and down Justin’s crack.

“Now relax.” Brian wrapped one arm around the boy’s thigh and hefted him up slightly. “I want you to always remember this, so no matter who . . . wherever you are, I’ll always be there.”

Brian pushed in slowly. He’d never felt an ass that tight before in his whole long and promiscuous life. Before he was very far at all, Justin’s ass clenched tightly around the head of his dick, refusing him any further admittance.

“Ahhhh.” Justin screwed his eyes up tight and his hands grasped desperately at the sheets. “It hurts. It . . . it hurts.”

“Look at me, Justin. I want to see your eyes.”

Justin opened his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose, the pain evident on his face.

“When you feel me pushing inside you,” Brian explained, as he leaned forward and kissed the blond’s tightly closed lips. “I want you to push down, as though you’re trying to push me out, okay?”

Brian thrust again with his hips and he could feel Justin pushing back, which allowed him to slip further inside the deliciously tight channel. He looked down and saw that there were still lines of tension wrinkling the young man’s brow. He knew it would pass, but he still hated causing the kid any pain at all. Grabbing onto the boy’s thighs tightly, he bent Justin almost in half so that he could bend down and kiss away the pain lines. While he was there, he bussed the coral pink lips as well. It seemed to work well, too, as the boy apparently forgot the pain long enough to realize his own growing sense of pleasure.

“App . . . Applesa . . .” Justin moaned as Brian licked at his neck.

“That’s it, let me in.”

It only took one more push and Brian was balls deep inside his Blue Eyes. He waited a moment to give Justin time to adjust, and then began to thrust slowly. The moment Brian hit Justin’s prostate, it was clear from the way the boy’s face lit up with wonder. And after that, it was like Brian had flipped a light switch or something. The eager neophyte started to not only actively push back, meeting Brian’s every thrust, but to arch his back and press upward using his thighs as a fulcrum to obtain the most effective angle. And then it was just hot and fast and sweaty and oh, so, fucking good that Brian forgot himself in the bliss as much as his Blue Eyes seemed to.

Justin’s hands scratched at Brian’s back as he drove in deeper - deeper and harder than he probably should have on the boy’s first time, but it was as though neither of them could control themselves. The way Justin was writhing around and groaning, Brian didn’t think either of them would last much longer anyway.  And, whereas Brian would usually be mortified at finishing off so fast, he was in fact quite proud of himself that he’d lasted as long as he had. Justin’s ass was tight - tighter than any he’d ever had - and he’d had a lot of ass. It didn’t help much that Brian had been sort of trying out the ‘exclusive’ thing all week and was therefore hornier than hell.

Brian quickly felt the tell tale signs that he was close to shooting his load. The pressure in his balls grew but he continued to thrust through it, knowing he was about to have the best fucking orgasm of his life. He groaned as his balls tingled and it wasn’t long before that wonderfully delicious feeling began to overtake his entire body, signalling that he was close - very, very close.

His hand reached for Justin’s dick, and started stroking in time with his thrusts. For Justin, the sensation of having his cock played with at the same time his ass was being pummelled was too much and he came almost immediately, announcing his ecstasy with heaving breaths as his body shook and his muscles tensed until his orgasm began to overtake him.

The look on Justin’s face alone was enough to send Brian over the edge. He couldn’t control the erratic way his hips pumped as he came. Meanwhile, Justin’s ass was literally squeezing the life out of him. And he fucking loved every second of it.

“Applesauce!” Brian cried out as his cock was milked dry by Justin’s still spasming ass.  

Brian’s body eventually slowed down but he continued to come, shooting his load into the condom. He didn’t think he’d come so much in his fucking life - how was there even anything left? All he could do, though, was hang onto his blond’s hips and shake until there was nothing left and he collapsed on top of the comfortably warm body underneath him.

Once Justin’s body had stopped shaking, Brian reached down and clutched the base of the condom, ready to pull out.

‘Mmmm. Wait. Don’t go,” Justin pleaded, as he wrapped his legs around Brian’s back and pulled the man down flat against him. “That . . . That was . . . I . . . You . . .”

“Try that again in English, Blue Eyes,” Brian teased.

His pale legs squeezed Brian tightly. “It’s just . . . I never understood before . . . I mean, the guys at the White Lion talk about it all the time, but . . . Now I get it,” he grinned happily. “Thank you, Brian. That was perfect.”

“Actually, it kind of was . . .” Brian found himself admitting, even though it went against the grain for him to say something so inherently romantic.

Thankfully, right at that moment Justin himself broke the serious mood with a boyish giggle.

“What are you laughing about, Twat?” Brian asked, trying to sound irritated.

“Nothing.” But when Brian continued to stare at him, Justin explained himself a little more. “It’s just that I was a little surprised is all. I kind of thought . . . Well, it’s just, I always assumed that two guys would have to, you know, do it . . .” Another of those adorable blushes gave away the fact that whatever his boy was struggling to say was embarrassing as hell. “I just always thought that, with two guys, you’d have to . . . come in for a landing from the rear, so to speak.”

That got Brian laughing so hard that he actually slipped out of Justin altogether, despite the boy’s groan at the feeling of loss.

“Dammit, Blue Eyes. If you don’t stop being so fucking adorable all the time, I’m going to get thrown out of the Studs-R-Us Club and have to become a lesbian,” Brian complained when he could finally speak again.

“What did I say?” The sweet little blond asked, with unfeigned innocence.

Brian only laughed harder, rolling onto his side and clutching at his stomach.

“It’s not my fault I can’t understand what you’re saying half the time, Brian,” Justin responded, adding a teasing slap to Brian’s shoulder. “What in the dickens is the ‘Studs-R-Us Club’? Oh, and while we’re at it, what the devil is a ‘Twat’?”

When Brian was still wheezing with laughter several minutes later, Justin simply gave up, rolled over onto his side facing away from the infuriating giggler, pulled the blankets up over himself and pretended to go to sleep. Brian eventually pulled himself together and curled up behind his innocent little blond. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this great after a fuck in his entire life. Not only had he experienced one of the greatest orgasms of his life, but his Blue Eyes had given him the rare treat of shared moments of laughter. Which, in Brian‘s world, was priceless.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep, sated and content with his arms full of warm blond boy, Brian wondered vaguely if there was, maybe, something to that old saying about how things used to be simpler in the past . . . and if, maybe, simpler was also a lot more fun.