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Brian woke up wondering what the fuck he had taken last night. He felt very strange and had an eerie feeling that there was someone else in the loft with him. He was sure he had come home alone last night.

Naked as the day he was born, he got out of bed and took a piss. Looking around the loft, he didn't see anyone and nothing looked out of place. He shook it off, figuring that he had probably just overindulged at Babylon and was still a little bit high.  

Brian stumbled into the kitchen, grateful that he had prepped the coffee pot before he had gone out the previous evening. After pushing the button to brew the much-needed, very strong French roast that he loved, he thought he saw something sparkling in the corner near the fridge. He still had the feeling of someone being there with him, watching him.

All of a sudden, Brian felt something softly touch his right shoulder, and he jerked his head to see what it was. Sitting on his shoulder was a smiling, blond haired, blue eyed something or other in an emerald green Speedo and with beautiful sparkling wings on its back.

"Aahhh!" Brian screamed.

He batted the creature away like a fly, and it settled on the countertop in front of him. It appeared to be about nine inches tall standing; nine inches was a measurement he knew very well...

Brian rubbed his eyes, hoping that the illusion would go away. It did not.

"What the fuck are you and what the fuck did I take last night?" Brian asked the beautiful illusion/man/fairy on his counter, not really expecting an answer.

"I'm a fairy and my name is Julep. I'm here to help you enjoy your life," the sparkling apparition answered happily.

"I'm enjoying my life just fine, Tinker Bell, thanks," Brian fired back.

"My name is Julep," came the reply.

Brian snorted. "Whatever, Tinker Bell. You can just flit back to wherever the fuck you came from."

"I told you, my name is Julep. J-U-L-E-P. Do I look like a woman to you?" the annoyed fairy asked, putting his hands on his narrow hips and pushing them forward, showing off a rather well-endowed package.

"You look like I took some bad E at Babylon last night, Tinker Bell," Brian said, rather amused that the sparkling whatever seemed to be getting annoyed at him.

"Well, I'm here and I'm staying, so you'll just have to deal with it, Brian."

"How the fuck do you know my name and where the fuck are you from, Tinker Bell?"

"You're Irish, Brian. Think back to the stories your grandmother used to tell you when you spent the summers and holidays with her as a kid."

"I have to get out of here, this is getting too weird," Brian said as he recalled back to his childhood.

Summers and holidays with his Grandma Aileen were the happiest times of his life. Aileen would often tell him Irish folklore stories about fairies, leprechauns, and changelings. She claimed they were true and Brian would humor her. When Aileen passed away from heart disease right after he turned fourteen, Brian felt the loss to his very soul. He loved his grandmother so much and they were extremely close. He never understood how a woman as wonderful as she could have produced a piece of shit like Jack.

She was the one he went to when he realized he was different than the other boys. She explained to him what being gay meant and even bought him books to teach him the things that she didn't know how to teach to him.

Brian went over to his dresser and started putting some clothes on, muttering about how he was never buying from Anita again. The fairy followed him.

"Where are you going?" Julep asked, flying just a few inches away from Brian's right ear.

He snarled at the annoying creature. "Out. Maybe if I eat a bunch of carbs for breakfast, they'll soak up whatever the fuck is still in my system and I'll snap out of this."

Grabbing his wallet and keys, he ran down the stairs to his shiny black Jeep and headed for the diner. He sped down Liberty Avenue, hoping that the fairy couldn't fly fast enough to keep up with him. He then remembered that the fairy was a figment of his drug-fueled imagination and shook his head.

Parking in front of the diner, Brian got out and looked around to make sure he was alone. He was relieved to find the fairy nowhere in sight. When Brian opened the door to the diner and the bell above the door rang, he thought he heard a giggle. He looked around again and still didn't see the annoying little sprite.

Brian walked toward his regular booth where the usual cast of characters was already having coffee. He quietly scolded himself as he remembered the delicious pot of coffee he left untouched at the loft in his dash to get away from his own fucked up brain. The coffee at the Liberty Diner was awful, but he needed some caffeine.

"Briiiiiaaaaan, you're late," Michael screeched as he grabbed Brian's arm and pulled the man down next to him. "I made them wait to order, because I knew you'd come."

"Sweetie, you look like something the cat dragged in. What's up?" Emmett asked.

"Nothing's up Honeycutt, I just woke up," Brian snarked, smoothing down his wild hair. "Hey, can I get some coffee over here?"

They ordered their meals, Brian getting a big stack of pancakes.

"So, everyone heading to the gym after this?" Ted questioned.

"These are the people you hang out with?" Brian heard in his ear. He jerked his head around, seeing his sparkly stalker sitting on his shoulder again.

"Shit, I was hoping you would be gone, Tinker Bell."

"Brian, who are you talking to?" Emmett asked, looking at his friend in confusion.

"You're the only one that can see and hear me Brian," Julep informed him.

"Be right back," Brian said as he got up and headed to the bathroom, Julep flying right behind him.

"Will you please just fucking disappear Tinker Bell, before someone puts me in a fucking straight jacket?" Brian requested of the sprite.

"No can do, mo grá," Julep said.

Brian took a step back at hearing that term of endearment, which meant "my love" in Gaelic.

"My grandma called me that," he said to the fairy.

Julep gave him a smile.

"Well, this drug will wear off eventually and it won't be soon enough," Brian growled at Julep before returning back to his friends.

"Are you alright, Boss?" Ted asked.

Brian threw a wad of bills on the table. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's head to the gym. I need to get in a good workout and a blowjob or three."

***************

After spending a couple of hours at the gym with no Julep appearances, Brian headed back to the loft, brushing off Michael and the others. He needed to get a handle on this fairy business. Once in the loft, he didn't see the sparkly pixie, but he was sure he hadn't done what Brian wanted - disappeared.

"Hey Tinker Bell, appear!" Brian shouted into the air.

"Well, I guess you can't decide whether you want me around or not, and the name is Julep," the fairy answered from the counter.

"I just wanted to check to see if you were still around. I don't want you here, but I don't know how to get rid of you, either. So how the hell do I get rid of you?"

"I told you Brian, I'm here to help you enjoy your life," Julep reminded him as he walked back and forth along the counter, wiggling his ass.

Brian, in spite of himself, suddenly noticed that his own personal fairy looked damned good in the emerald green Speedo. He had a large package, for his diminutive size, and a very firm bubble butt. Julep, noticing where his charge's eyes were roaming, moved slower, accentuating all his attributes for the brunet's enjoyment.

"And I told you, I do enjoy my life, so you are free to go on your merry way, Tinker Bell," Brian said.

"Not so fast, Brian. Now, what do you like to do when you aren't hanging out at a bar with your friends? Do you like to play board games, do crosswords, play Solitaire? There has to be something you enjoy doing when you're relaxing at home alone or with your friends."

Brian realized that he needed to humor the sprite and answered him. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating this whole episode or not.

"Fine, I do crosswords sometimes when I'm alone. My friends aren't the kind you can really play games with, but if they were, it would be something like Scrabble or Trivial Pursuit, or maybe Chess. I have no patience for games that don't challenge the mind."

"Okay, so how about we play something, mo grá?" Julep said while flitting around the loft.

"Please don't call me that," Brian asked.

"Well then, stop calling me ‘Tinker Bell,'" Julep countered. "Get out what you would like to play and we can challenge each other."

Brian went to his closet, brought out his well-used Monopoly board and set it up. "Okay Julep, how the hell are you going to do this? You probably can't even pick up the dice with your tiny little hands."

"I don't need to pick up the dice. Just watch," the hot little fairy said as he stared at the two dice.

The dice suddenly rose up in the air and flipped around before landing on the board, showing twelve. Julep had picked the race car as his piece and bent over in front of Brian, pushing his race car around the board. Brian's gaze followed that Speedo closely as he moved the race car, trying to adjust his tightening pants without being noticed.

After two hours, Julep owned almost the whole board and had most of Brian's money, so Brian conceded defeat.

"I think you fixed the dice, Tinker Bell," Brian challenged.

"Not possible mo grá, I only have powers for good. Please believe me, the only way I could do anything harmful is if someone was hurting you. I can do anything I need to do to protect you."

"Okay, how about something more intellectual? We can play Trivial Pursuit," Brian offered, wondering to himself just how powerful the little sprite could be, if called to action.

"Sounds good, but I must warn you that I'm great at trivia. I watched way too much TV as a kid, including lots of Jeopardy!"

Brian looked at him curiously. "Just how old are you, anyway?"

"How old are you?" Julep asked.

Forgoing that information, Brian went to the closet to get the game, smiling to himself at hearing Julep call him "mo grá" again.

The game took a while to play, but they both had fun. Brian laughed at seeing Julep pulling the cards out of the box with his tiny hands to read them. Brian won the first game and Julep asked for a rematch. Brian was having so much fun that he agreed. Julep won the second game and they decided to call it a draw.

It was a Saturday, which meant that a trip to Babylon was Brian's usual plan. Instead, he asked Julep if he wanted to watch a movie. Brian ordered Chinese food while Julep looked through the movies Brian had in his collection. Julep decided on One-Eyed Jacks with Marlon Brando, which happened to be one of Brian's favorites and one that he used to watch with his grandmother.

Food delivered and movie started, they sat down to eat, Brian on the sofa and Julep on the coffee table. Brian even pulled out a shrimp fork for Julep to eat with, even though it earned him a glare from the fairy. His phone rang a few times during the movie, most likely Michael calling to see where he was. He ignored every call in favor of watching the movie with Julep.

Brian was still trying to figure out exactly what the fuck was going on. It seemed very strange to him that he could be having the best time he had had in a very long time. He was enjoying just spending time with another person at home, even if that "person" wasn't an actual person and may have just been the result of too many club drugs. As hot as the blond pixie was, it wasn't like they could do anything, even if he was a real fairy like the ones his grandmother told him about.

When Brian laid down in his bed to go to sleep that night, Julep sat down on the pillow next to him.

"I had a great time today, Brian," Julep said.

Brian couldn't help but smile. "I did too, somehow. Um... are you going to stay here tonight?"

"I can if you want me to," Julep answered, sounding a bit shy.

Brian looked at the fairy, still only clad in his little Speedo. "Are you cold? You can sleep under the covers, if you'd like."

Julep got up and crawled under the duvet. He wrapped his wings around himself for extra warmth.

"Good night, Tinker Bell," Brian whispered, unsure whether he hoped that the sprite would still be there when he woke up the next morning or not.

"Good night, mo grá," Julep replied.

Julep was indeed still there when Brian woke up the next morning, and Brian started to accept the fact that the fairy may just become an indefinite houseguest and that he may need to see a psychiatrist.

***************

The whole week went pretty much the same way that Saturday had. Brian went to work during the weekdays, with Julep promising that he would not follow him to the office. They would eat dinner and either play a game or watch a movie in the evenings, with Brian forgoing meeting the gang for drinks at Woody's or dancing at Babylon. They often laid in bed at night talking. Julep wouldn't say much about himself, but Brian didn't mind; he enjoyed telling Julep about himself and his life, something he rarely ever felt comfortable doing with anyone.

One night, the brunet asked the fairy about his powers.

"Can you teleport?"

"No, I have to physically get myself from one place to the next. I can fly really, really fast for fairly long distances. Not all fairies can fly or even have wings."

"What about psychic powers, like seeing into the future, or reading and controlling minds?"

"No, but I can talk to other magical beings and creatures that used to be human, even if they don't speak English or can't physically speak. I once had a good friend who's a skunk named Willie."

"Seriously?" Brian asked, laughing.

"Yep, he was turned into a skunk by a wizard he owed a big gambling debt to. He was actually a really nice guy and wouldn't have made bets with the guy if he'd known he was a wizard."

"Can you make yourself glow? I mean, your wings sparkle and you leave a sparkly trail when you fly, but can you make light?"

"I'm a fag but my flame isn't that bright... you're thinking of a Will o' the Wisp."

Brian thought for a minute. "Could you make me fly, like if you sprinkled your sparkly stuff on me?"

Julep looked at him like he was an idiot. "Do you believe everything you see in Disney movies? I'm not Tinker Bell, dammit."

Brian liked having someone who could intellectually challenge him. Julep was well-versed in many subjects, and if he didn't agree with Brian about something, he was not afraid to give his honest opinion and debate Brian.

There were a few times during the week when Brian was at the loft but Julep wasn't visible. Brian wondered where the fairy was, why he wouldn't reveal himself, and if he was going to come back. He didn't want to admit to himself that he missed the little blond when he was gone and that he was happy when he would turn up again.

***************

That Friday evening, Brian still didn't feel any desire to go out. He and Julep decided to have dinner and then play Chess, something Brian missed playing. Chess was yet another thing that he had enjoyed with his Grandma Aileen, who had taught him how to play. He had tried several times to teach Michael to play, but it was useless. Michael couldn't grasp even the basic moves of the game or remember what most of the pieces were called.

Brian and Julep were sitting at the dining room table getting ready to play when there was a loud pounding at the door. Next came a sound that reminded Julep of fingernails on a blackboard.

"Briiiiiaaaaaannnnnn, open the fucking door! You're not answering your phone. I know you're in there!"

There was more pounding, which was soon accompanied by what sounded like someone kicking the door.

Shaking his head, Brian looked apologetically at Julep as he got up to unlock the door. As soon as he started to open it, Michael grabbed the door handle and pulled it all the way open, startling both Brian and Julep. He walked in like he owned the place and went over to the liquor cart by the sofa to pour himself a shot of bourbon.

"Get dressed, we're going to Babylon," Michael announced.

"No, I'm staying home tonight. I don't feel like going out," Brian answered, annoyed at being ordered around in his own home.

"You have been avoiding going out all week! It's Friday night and we're going out," Michael told him, pissed that he was not getting his way.

"I said no, Michael. Now, you go on your merry way and prop up the bar with the others. I'm staying home."

"Fuck you Brian, I'm sick of being ignored! I'm supposed to be your best friend!"

In the meantime, Julep had flown near Brian. He did not like the nasty way Michael sounded and his priority was to protect his charge.

Brian saw Julep approaching and was almost frightened by the fury on the sprite's little face. He looked angry enough to kill.

"Michael, you need to leave," Brian said, grabbing his friend by the arm trying to escort him to the door.

Michael roughly shoved Brian away. "No, Brian! I-"

Suddenly, Brian saw a white bolt of light flash out of Julep's hands, which hit Michael on the side of his neck.

"Ow!" Michael screamed. "What the fuck was that? It felt like a bee just stung me!"

Julep began to fly circles around Michael's head, his wings fluttering so fast that Brian could hardly see him.

Michael continued yelling as he swung his arms around, trying to swat away the "bee" circling around him. The glass in his hand went flying, smashing into one of the nearby vertical beams that held up the ceiling beams. When the glass shattered, a piece of it hit Julep on the arm, cutting him deeply on his inner elbow.

Brian saw the blood and then the fairy falling. He reached out and caught Julep in his hands before he hit the floor.

Julep looked up at the hazel-eyed man. "Are you okay mo grá, did you get cut?"

"I'm fine, but you're not," Brian said as he tried to stop the flow of blood from Julep's arm with the bottom of his shirt.

"As long as you're not hurt, that's all that matters," he whispered, weak from the bleeding.

Meanwhile, Michael stood there with his hand pressed against his neck, angry that Brian wasn't paying any attention to him while he was hurt. The tall brunet was instead seemingly talking to his hands.

"Brian, what the fuck are you doing?" the whiney weasel of a man screamed. "We need to find that fucking bee... can they even sting you more than once?"

Brian ignored the annoying pest, focusing instead on the beautiful fairy in his hands. Julep seemed to be getting weaker and paler by the second, and Brian was terrified like he had never been before. He could have sworn that Julep was fading away, as if he was going to disappear before his eyes.

Finally when it looked as if Julep was going to totally fade away, Brian's tears started flowing as he begged, "Please don't go Julep, please. I love you."

All of a sudden, the whole loft was bathed in a golden light. As Brian stared down at the fairy he was holding in his hands, Julep blinked and started to grow into a full-sized man.

Brian was now holding a five-foot, nine-inch man wearing nothing but a emerald green Speedo in his arms, a man who Michael could now see clear as day.

Michael, completely freaked out by what he had just witnessed, backed up and fell onto the sofa. "What... what the fuck?" he whimpered.

"Julep?" Brian asked, staring into the man's blue eyes.

The man smiled. "Actually, my real name is Justin... Justin Taylor. You can put me down, if you'd like. I imagine I'm kind of heavy now."

Brian helped Justin to stand, giving him a head-to-toe inspection. The blond's arm was no longer bleeding and his sparkly wings were gone.

"How...?" Brian said, unable to form words at what he was seeing.

"Brian, who the fuck is that? Where did he come from?" Michael screeched, annoyed that he wasn't the center of attention.

Brian didn't bother to look in Michael's direction, not wanting to take his eyes off the beautiful man in front of him. "Leave Michael, don't make me tell you again."

"But-"

"Goodbye, Michael," Justin said.

Michael got up and scampered out of the loft, scared shitless of the nearly-naked blond who had just materialized out of thin air. He was kind enough to shut the door behind himself.

"It seems I have some explaining to do," Justin said, biting his lower lip.

Brian could only nod as Justin took a seat on the sofa.

Justin began to speak after Brian had joined him. "Where to begin? Alright, do you remember the stories your grandmother told you about fairies, witches, elves, banshees...?"

Brian nodded again.

"Well, those stories are real. Those Irish folklore creatures really do exist."

"Obviously," Brian said, having become a true believer over the past week.

"About a decade ago, right after I graduated high school, my best friend Daphne and I took a trip to Europe. It was a joint graduation present from our parents. We spent a couple of days in Dublin, where I met a guy in a pub that a lot of gay people hung out at. I went home with him and he turned out to be a virgin, but I fucked him anyway because he was really hot. The next morning, he said that he wasn't going to let me leave and that he loved me. I was a total dick to him... told him he was only last night's fuck and nothing but a tight ass. I made him cry. I felt bad about that, but I had to go back to the hostel to meet up with Daphne.

"She and I went to the airport later that afternoon, since we were planning to go to London next. I went into a stall in the restroom before we were due to board the plane, and the next thing I knew, I was in this dark room, like in a basement or a dungeon. This scary-looking lady with a really thick Irish accent yelled at me for breaking her son's heart and stealing his innocence. She said I was never going to have anyone love me ever again before she turned me into a fairy. Turns out, she was a Celtic witch. She said I was going to be a fairy for the rest of my natural life unless I was able to get a human to fall in love with me as a fairy. I couldn't tell anyone who I really was or try to reach out to my family, or the witch said I would be a fairy forever, unable to die."

Brian interrupted his story. "I remember hearing several years ago about a teenager from the states who disappeared while he was traveling in Ireland. I can't believe I didn't recognize you, since your pictures were all over the news for months. They eventually called off the search and declared you legally dead."

"I know. I kept up with the media coverage by sneaking into people's homes for heat and food, and I would see the stories in the newspapers or hear about them on the news. Anyway, I spent the next several years flying around Ireland and the UK, just trying to survive. I met many interesting creatures: other fairies, some leprechauns, even a couple of vampires. I never revealed myself to a human, because I was too scared. The majority of people, even if they knew what fairies were from hearing stories, would probably think they were crazy if they saw me."

"Oh, like I thought I was crazy when I first saw you?" Brian said, chuckling.

"Exactly. So one day, I was flying around the west coast of Ireland when I found a magic shop. I snuck in and ended up getting caught by the lady that ran the place, Aoife. I was waiting for her to freak out at seeing me, but she was a witch - a good witch, not like the evil witch that put the curse on me, and she knew I was there the second I came in. She had an old book of folktales and spells that had been in her family for generations.

"The book had a section about a mythical island off the coast called the Otherworld; it's also called Summerland or Tir na nOg. It said that lots of other fairies and mythical beings live there, and they never age. At that point, I thought I was doomed to die a decrepit old fairy, so this place sounded great. The Otherworld is also where the dead Irish Pagans crossover, their version of Heaven. Aoife knew that the island was real, because she'd been there many times before and had family there. She was actually over three hundred years old, but she only appeared to be in her thirties. I flew there... and that's where I met your Grandma Aileen."

Brian, who had been entranced by Justin's story, quickly sat up. "You met her?" he asked, tearing up thinking about his beloved grandmother.

"Yep, she is the sweetest old lady I've ever met. It wasn't long before she realized that I was gay, and she told me she had a very handsome gay grandson named Brian who lived in America. Although she died when you were a teenager, she knows what you've been up to over the years: you're an advertising executive who owns your own company, you live in this beautiful loft, you've never been in a serious relationship or in love before, and you recently went through testicular cancer."

Brian hung his head. "Yeah."

"But you're okay now, right? You had the cancerous testicle removed and went through radiation. Your doctor said last month that you're in remission."

"Damn, old Granny really does know everything," Brian remarked.

Looking down at his lap, he wondered how she felt about the way he lived his life, going through men the way he did and putting all sorts of poison into his body. She was the one person that he never wanted to disappoint while she was alive.

Justin touched his hand and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. "She understands why you live the way you do after growing up with your parents, Brian. She couldn't believe that your father turned out the way he did, treating your mom, sister, and you like shit. She said Jack was the black sheep of the family, that your aunt and uncle are nice people and it was the alcohol that destroyed your father. Aileen is very proud of you and loves that you are such an honest man. You never led any of those men on, never let them think what you did with them would lead to anything else.

"Aileen believes you've been given a new chance in life, now that you're healthy again, and she doesn't want you to squander it. She knows you were partying your way through life, doing drugs and fucking all of gay Pittsburgh to fill a void left from growing up in a loveless home. She doesn't want you to go back to that life and end up a bitter old drunk like your father. She wants you to be happy, and she got it in her head that I could make you happy. She also wanted me to come here and keep you safe, and she enlisted the help of a mother goddess to give me the power to protect and defend you, if necessary."

"Like shooting white fire out of your hands?" Brian asked, still impressed by Julep... Justin striking out at Michael.

"Yeah, luckily I didn't have to do anything that hurt worse than a bee sting to stun him. So a couple of weeks ago, I snuck onto an airplane and traveled here; I wasn't going to attempt to fly myself and end up drowning in the Atlantic if I couldn't make it. I spent a week just watching you here in the loft, seeing for myself how you lived, getting to know you."

"Ugh, did you see the tattooed freak I brought home a couple days before you revealed yourself to me?" Brian asked, embarrassed.

Justin nodded sadly. "Oh, yeah. I knew you could do way better than that, so I knew it was time I let you see me."

Brian squeezed Justin's hand. "I'm glad you did... and I meant what I said when I thought you were dying."

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here with you, alive and human," Justin said, his smile nearly lighting up the room. "I fell in love with you just hearing Aileen talk about you. That's why I came here, Brian; not just for Aileen, who I grew to love like my own grandmother, but for you and me... for us. So I could break the curse and be with you."

Brian took Justin's hand and brought it to his mouth, softly kissing it. He kissed his way up Justin's arm, the one that had been cut by the flying glass, and stopped at his inner elbow, the skin pale and flawless. Then as they looked into each other's eyes, they leaned towards each other and their lips met. The kiss started out soft and sweet but quickly grew heated as the two fought for dominance, each mapping out the other's mouth with their tongues.

Justin straddled Brian's lap, pressing their erections together and causing both men to moan loudly. Justin broke the kiss and grabbed the bottom of Brian's shirt, quickly pulling it off and throwing it to the side. He ran his hands over the bronzed skin of the man that he had fallen so in love with and was finally able to touch and kiss.

After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Justin climbed off of Brian's lap and held out his hand. Brian smiled and took the hand of the first and only man he loved with his whole being. Together they walked up the steps to the bedroom, ready to consummate their relationship.

Justin knelt before Brian and opened the buttons on his jeans to reveal his throbbing purple cock. Taking it in his hand, Justin licked at the slit, coaxing out the sticky nectar that he had longed to taste. Moaning at the salty-sweet taste of his man, he opened his mouth, taking in the swollen head and sucking softly while running his tongue around the rim.

Brian was groaning loudly and running his hands through the silky blond strands of his lover's hair. He hadn't had sex in a week, which was like a year for normal people. Pulling Justin's head back, he said, "If you keep that up much longer, I'm going to come."

Justin smiled and took the huge cock all the way in, swallowing as the head hit the back of his throat. With a strangled cry, Brian shot a huge load straight down Justin's throat. Justin had managed to pull back and save a little to share as he stood up and kissed his beloved.

After sharing another amazing kiss, Brian guided Justin to the bed, wanting to taste his gorgeous lover. He lay Justin on his back as he ran his tongue over the alabaster skin of the beautiful blond. Brian quickly divested the younger man of his green Speedo, thoroughly impressed by the package it had been concealing. Sucking and biting on the dusky pink nipples until they were standing up and hard as rocks, he then licked and nibbled down his way to his belly, rimming his bellybutton as Justin arched off the bed.

Brian then turned the younger man on his stomach and kissed and licked down his back, which was covered in a sheen of sweat. Kneeling between Justin's legs, Brian ran his hands over the globes of the beautiful, firm bubble butt that he had been admiring for a week before parting the cheeks and blowing softly on the tight rosebud knot. He watched as Justin's hole clenched and then slowly started to open for him. Brian then leaned down and inhaled deeply, taking in the clean musky scent of his fairy lover.

Flattening his tongue, he licked from the back of Justin's balls all the way to the top of the bubble butt. Justin moaned loudly, pushing his ass back, needing more contact after not being touched by a man in a decade. Brian complied, stiffening his tongue and stabbing it into the tight hole. Justin pulled his knees under himself and pushed his ass back, wanting to get as much contact with that talented tongue as possible.

Brian continued to tongue fuck Justin as the younger man moaned and squirmed beneath him. Finally with a loud scream, Justin shot a huge load on the bed without either of them touching his cock. He collapsed on the bed, trying to avoid the wet spot.

Brian rolled the younger man on his back and licked off the cum that had landed on Justin's chest and stomach. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his thirty-four years on Earth.

"Oh my God Brian, that was so amazing," Justin moaned, feeling as if he had melted. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"That was only the beginning, my beautiful fairy. There is much more to come," Brian told his young lover as he reached for the lube and a condom. He warmed some lube on his fingers, knowing that his blond needed to be stretched so that he wouldn't hurt him.

As Brian ran his fingers around Justin's tight hole, Justin wrapped his hand around Brian's wrist. Brian looked up and found a scared look on Justin's face.

"Uh Brian, please go slow. I've never done this before."

Brian smiled. "You mean... you never...?"

Justin shook his head. "That wasn't something I wanted to give to just anyone... I wanted to wait for the right one."

Brian smiled wider as tears came to his eyes. "I'll be as gentle as I can, mo grá."

They stared into each other's eyes as Brian slowly and carefully prepared his lover.

Brian then handed Justin the condom to put on him.  "For now, we need to use these. When you're ready, we will get tested and then there will be no barriers between us. You are all I want, Justin."

He rolled the condom down Brian's huge cock as he answered, "I haven't been with anyone since I was cursed. I was tested right before I went to Europe, and the virgin was the only one I was with when I was over there. I'm ready whenever you are, Brian. You're it for me."

"I'll get my first test tomorrow, and then another in three months," Brian responded.

Brian held his cock steady as he slowly slipped into the younger man, watching the blue eyes for any sign of pain. Seeing none, he continued to push in until his balls were against the heat of Justin's ass. He paused once he was all the way in, wanting Justin to adjust to the fullness.

When he was ready, Justin grabbed Brian's head to bring their lips together as he bucked up, silently telling his lover to move. Brian started out slowly, pulling most of the way out and then carefully sliding back in. They both loved the feeling of finally being one. Soon though, both were feeling the need to move things along, quickly finding a rhythm that left both of them gasping and straining for release.

Brian was dragging the head of his cock over Justin's prostate, causing the younger man to make the most amazing sounds that Brian had ever heard. He also seemed to be mumbling in Gaelic, making Brian wish he had kept up with his study of the language after Aileen's passing. He promised himself that he'd buy a learning program as soon as possible.

Finally Brian sped up, slamming into Justin's sweet spot and causing the young man to cover both of them in gushes of sticky white cum. The clenching of his ass caused Brian to see stars as his cock exploded into the condom.

"Tá grá agam duit!" Justin said.

Brian did recognize that phrase. "I love you, too." Brian answered.

Totally spent, the lovers collapsed onto the mattress, wrapping their arms around each other tightly. Brian reached down and pulled the duvet over them. They fell asleep together, content and completely in love.

 

The End.
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