Daphne and I had been off in our own little world dancing and goofing off when Brian walked into the school’s gymnasium looking like a young James Dean decked out in black form fitting designer jeans, a v-neck white tee-shirt, and leather jacket. My mouth went completely dry when I caught sight of him. There was a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his luscious looking lips, the smoke curling up around his head and making a hazy, evil halo around him as he got deeper into the room. All eyes in the room were immediately drawn to the drool-worthy sight and all conversation stopped almost instantly. We all stood mesmerized as the larger-than-life-sized sex-god ambled into the room, walked up to the pathetic excuse for a refreshment table the prom committee had set up and put his cigarette out by dunking it into the gross green-brown pseudo avocado dip that nobody had been brave enough to even try yet.
But he didn’t stop there, after decimating the ill-looking fare, he casually walked over to a slim redheaded girl sitting at a nearby table and deftly plucked the single rose she had been twiddling desultorily between her fingers as she watched her date panting after some blonde cheerleader, from her hand. Brian then turned to walk away with a wry smile and a wink for the abandoned girl. Of course little-miss-carrot-top couldn’t help but to blush just a bit at the tiny amount of attention she was being shown despite the fact that her escort for the evening had all but forgotten that he wasn’t alone at this little hetero-hop. I knew logically it made absolutely no sense for me to be jealous of her, but well...let’s just say that the little green fucker was starting to play tricks with my emotions and I needed to get a handle on myself pretty damn quick before I did something completely stupid to embarrass myself.
However, I didn’t have time to contemplate my actions or unfounded jealousy for long. I'd turned my back to the burgeoning crowd in an effort to make myself invisible; okay not my brightest idea but humor me a little. I mentally flail around for a moment or two, struggling for something to focus on in order to NOT look at Brian Kinney. Luckily, Daphne, my putative date for the evening, who had been dancing with a group of her girl friends, just happens to walk up to me right at that moment. Thank fuck, I now have an excuse to be looking this direction. I don’t think it’s going to work though - I can already see Daph looking over my shoulder, focused on whatever is causing the commotion I can hear behind me.
Daphne wordlessly tapped me on the shoulder and turned me slightly, making me come face to face with the James Dean clone I'd been trying to avoid for the last several minutes. He stood there extending the single red rose he'd taken from little miss carrot top towards me, the broad smile on his face making him look even more handsome. It doesn’t help my withering resolve to ignore him that his sultry grin could melt the polar ice caps.
"For you Sunshine. Hey, Daphne, you look hot...I'd fuck you." Brian teases and makes it even worse as he leaves a little peck on Daph’s cheek.
"You too, Brian," Daphne replied softly as her mocha skin turned a slight rosy pink.
"Can I borrow your date?" He drawled, his voice thick with lust, need, and dare I say, desire?
Daphne simply nodded as Brian ran his fingers up the lapels of my rented tux, and deftly pulled me toward the middle of the dance floor. What happened next could only be described as serendipitous, because no sooner had we reached our destination than the perfect song (at least as far as I was concerned) began to play.
I don't know what it is that you've done to me...
but it's caused me to act in such a crazy way.
Whatever it is that you do when you do what you're doing...
it's a feeling that I want to stay.
'Cause my heart starts beating triple time,
with thoughts of loving you on my mind.
I can't figure out just what to do,
when the cause and cure is you.
I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak.
I lose all control and something takes over me.
In a daze, your love's so amazing, it's not a phase.
I want you to stay with me, by my side.
I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet.
It knocks me right off of my feet.
I can't explain why your loving makes me weak.
And as the song continued to play, we twirled around the floor in a seemingly choreographed fashion and longingly stared into each other’s eyes as if we were the only ones in the room; I have to admit I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Just when I thought ‘it doesn’t get any better than this’, Brian surprises me again for the umpteeth time tonight, and passionately kisses me in front of the entire student body. I inwardly chuckled at the collective audible gasp that could be heard across the auditorium from classmates and faculty alike.
At this point Brian leans in and whispers “Let’s really give them something to remember Sunshine.” as he promptly dips me deep, kisses me one last time, gently eases me back upright and then takes my hand, quickly ushering me out of the adolescent social affair.
I was so elated by the mere fact that Brian had shown up that I could barely contain myself. As we ran through the halls of the school all the way from the gym and out the front doors, we were both grinning. Every time one of us looked at the other we both chuckled. By the time we reached Brian’s jeep, we were a giggling, silly, happy mess. Brian and I fell against his jeep embracing tightly, getting further lost in each other. In fact, we had gotten so lost in our own little world that we barely registered Daphne softly chuckling behind us.
“Amazing show back there guys, it’s all everybody’s talking about.”
“I’m glad you liked it, Daphne...now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take Sunshine somewhere very special. Are you alright getting home tonight on your own?”
“Really? Where are you taking me?” I couldn’t help asking.
“How about I take you someplace you’re never gonna forget, Sunshine,” Brian teased, rolling his lips under to try and hide the corny smile that went along with that cheesy line.
“I’m cool with getting home,” Daphne interrupted, “As long as you take good care of Justin. You hurt him again and I’ll kick your ass no matter how cocky you think you are, Kinney.”
“I’m going with him,” I said a little more confidently than I felt. And with that we said our goodbyes and took off for parts only known to Brian; at least for the time being.
What seemed like hours later, (but in actuality was only about 15 mins),we ended up on the north side of town where Brian pulled up in front of a tall red brick building with barred windows and paint chipped stairs. After turning off the engine and opening my door for me, he led me inside and up the the fourth floor to a non descript door. He leaned back against the door and smiled at me with sort of a secret little smile that was almost too adorable for words, but didn’t say anything - he just watched me and waited until I simply had to ask.
“Where are we?”
“My apartment of course.” he stated, his voice betraying just a tiny hint of pride, then turned to unbolt the lock.
He stepped inside while I was too shocked to move an inch. When the hell had he gotten his own place? I came to the conclusion that it must have been after his drunken stint in the county lockup. After a few seconds he casually said over his shoulder, “Coming in?” I slowly walked in and looked around curiously for a few moments. The furnishings in the apartment were sparse but tasteful. I would have spent more time looking around, but as soon as I crossed the threshold I was surrounded by two strong arms wrapping themselves around me from behind.
“Welcome to my humble abode. Or should I say, my humble ‘fuck pad’. Would you like to take the grand tour? We can start with the bedroom if you like.” I felt the whispered words breathed into my ear and sealed inside with a light kiss.
Brian’s lips were hot against the side of neck as he nibbled his way from my ear down to the hollow of my shoulder. Meanwhile, I felt his big, warm, solid hand sliding to caress my ass through the too-tight fabric of the tuxedo pants I was wearing. My body decided that it really liked what Brian was doing to it, but I didn’t want to appear too eager to explore anything further.
“Brian…” I muttered, but the name came out sounding more like a plea for more than an admonition for him to stop.
“Hush, Sunshine. This evening is far from over yet. I told you I was going to take you someplace you’ll never forget and I wouldn’t dare renege on that promise,” Brian’s soft, sexy voice made my insides fizz even before my mind conjured up an image of exactly what he was proposing. “Tell me, Justin. Tell me that you want this. I want to share this with you but it’s your call. Tell me what you want.”
The one arm that still circled my stomach was pulling me back, ever closer against Brian’s chest. I could feel the heat radiating off him, warming the skin of my back. Lower down the warmth became even more concentrated over the hot hard bulge I felt pressing rhythmically against my ass. Brian’s other hand had migrated towards the metal clasp that secured the front of the tux pants. His fingers were nervously fiddling with the small piece of metal as he waited for my reply.
“I...I want this too Brian, just promise me you’ll take it slow and easy...okay?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t worry Sunshine, I’ll take care of you. First things first though, we need to get rid of these clothes,” he stated with a predatory growl, and suddenly the mood had changed from light and romantic to primal and heated in the space of a nanosecond.
With a dexterous flick of his fingers, Brian had slipped the metal hasp on the front of the tux pants and they obligingly puddled around my ankles without any further effort. That freed up both his hands to make short work of the buttons adorning the front of my shirt. Unfortunately, as soon as he felt unclothed skin, Brian’s libido seemed to take over, rushing him through the rest of the process. My shirt and jacket were pulled roughly off my shoulders, tactlessly popping off the small buttons at the cuffs on both wrists. Brian’s leg wedged itself between my knees so that his foot was firmly holding down my pants in order to help me step out of the bundle of fabric, my dress shoes just barely making it through without tearing anything. Brian didn’t seem to care that I was still wearing my briefs, socks and shoes as he started towing me after him towards a slightly ajar door which I assumed was the bedroom.
I took a stuttering breath and my steps slowed just a bit, as I fully realized that once we entered Brian’s bedroom there would be no turning back. All the flirting and fighting, and frustratingly fucked up misunderstandings all led to this moment. My sweaty palms are an obvious sign of the tremendous amount of nervousness welling up inside of me, luckily Brian is very observant and catches onto it right away.
“Hey Sunshine, it’s okay if you’re still not quite ready yet. There’s no rush, we have all night.” Brian says soothingly. “I just want this to be perfect, something you’ll always remember no matter who you’re with after me.”
With an intent look on his concerned yet sexy face, Brian bent down slowly and pressed his lips gently against mine. At first the kiss was just barely there. It was a searching, tentative touch that left me wanting so much more. I think my lips were reacting on their own initiative when I kissed him back so much harder than what he’d started. He didn’t seem to mind at all though. I felt his teeth latch onto my bottom lip, nibbling tenderly along its length until I was whimpering softly almost begging him to move things along and pay some attention to my now achingly hard cock.
Without saying a word and without relinquishing my lips for even a second, Brian began to guide me backwards, step by step edging us both closer towards the bedroom and then through the door towards the bed. We were almost to the bed when I realize that I was wearing only my briefs, socks and shoes while Brian was still fully clothed. I love the touch of his lips but it’s not enough. My fingertips long to feel his skin as well. With more than a bit of desperation I tug at his shirt tails, trying to get them free so that I can work my way up under his shirt and find the silky warm skin I know is waiting there.
Brian huffs out a chuckle, but doesn’t hesitate to indulge me. He lifts up his arms with a encouraging little smile that I feel under my lips, just daring me to complete the process of ridding him of that hated shirt. I’m not sure where my sudden spark of courage is coming from, but I decide not to fight it. I push the shirt up over the plains of his chest and roughly shove it off over his head, breaking our kiss only to move down so I can lick along the lush contours of his pecs. The next few moments are a blur but somehow, piece by piece, Brian’s clothes all wind up piled on the floor at our feet, right next to my briefs and socks, and his long hard body is covering mine as he gently stretches me out on the bed.
The sight and feel of his gloriously naked body takes my breath away, and it’s all I can do to will myself not to cum from just touching him like this alone. Brian teases me further, alternating barely there kisses on my neck and shoulders with deeper kisses on my lips.
“Brian… I want you inside me.” He gave me a slow predatory smile, as he began my indoctrination into gay sex 101.
Author's Chapter Notes:
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The song our boys danced to was Weak by SWV.
To be continued.
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