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New Fic: First Time for Everything (3/10): B/J: NC-17
Hey guys... well, I really meant to have this out way earlier, but I hit a block and just had to put it down for a little bit. But I think it's all done now :)
As always, many thanks and hugs to paddies for the inspiration and gorgeous icon :X
Hope you enjoy!
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter: 3/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set in early Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams". Read her full request.
This is the third installment: #3 First time Justin fucked someone (with Brian supervising)
First Time for Everything: Part 3
"Am I technically still a virgin?" you say it louder than you mean to, your voice carrying out over the pounding beats of Babylon. Brian barks out a laugh, Emmett twitters behind him and Michael rolls his eyes.
"Hardly," Brian says, then pulls you to him, his warm hand cupping your butt cheek. "Since I've fucked your pretty little ass about a hundred times."
You dip your head and bite your bottom lip to keep from smiling... you know that everyone probably figures that Brian's been fucking you on a regular basis, but this is the first time he's ever actually said it out loud, in front of Emmett and Michael and Ted and the entire bar at Babylon.
He kisses the side of your face, then laughs softly and presses his forehead against your temple. "But that's not what you're talking about, is it." He says it quietly so only you can hear.
You shake your head quickly. "Yeah, I mean... well, I haven't, you know...fucked anyone." You're not sure why you're embarrassed, but you are, a deep flush creeping up your cheeks. You feel 17, which is kind of okay because you are 17, but you don't like being reminded of it when you're standing at the bar at Babylon, sucking back beer and trying to pretend you're 21.
Brian closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly, the hint of a smile crossing his lips. He slides his hand up your bum to the small of your back and guides you onto the dance floor, the music throbbing in your chest and sweat-slicked vibrating bodies surrounding you. He wraps his arm across your chest, holding you back against his body and follows your hips with his as you sway to the music, watching the ebb and flow of the bodies dancing around you.
Then his lips brush against your ear, and you hear him, low and rough against the side of your face: "Pick one."
You laugh and try to turn around, but he wraps his arms around you tight and points through the crowd at a cute guy in his 20s, dancing alone.
"I recommend him," Brian says, and you stare and think that Brian can't be serious... but he's motioning the guy over and then he's standing in front of you, checking you out, eyes sweeping up and down your body, a grin on his face. Your cock gets hard from the attention, but you can't help it - the guy is hot, short dark hair and dimples, lean build, about your height.
"Okay," you say and nod and then it starts.
Clothes off, beers drank, sweet smell of smoke fills the loft. It feels hours later, though it's hardly been one, and the anticipation is strumming through your body. Brian's been watching the whole time, encouraging you with stares and smiles, eyeing you as you kissed the trick, as you pulled off his clothes, as you stripped and led him up the few stairs to the bedroom.
And he's still watching now, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the hardwood floor, then following you up the stairs. The trick climbs up on the bed, waiting on his hands and knees, and you climb up behind him, put your hands on his perfect ass, and smooth your palms over his skin as he arches into your touch.
You slide your thumbs between his cheeks, watching as they disappear into the dark curly hair lining his crack. Your cock is hard and impatient, but you hold back for moments, savoring the expectation, though all you really want to do is rut against his ass, hump him, feel that warmth of skin on skin.
Brian climbs up onto the bed and kneels beside you, the soft denim of his jeans brushing against your naked thigh, and it seems hotter somehow that he's still partially clothed. You get warm all over and hear a familiar crinkle, expect that Brian will hand you the condom, but instead he takes your dick between nimble fingers and rolls it on your cock.
You feel a little rubbery inside, watching him touch you like that, and the sight of it and the feeling of it make you suck in a quick breath and close your eyes. You focus on how it feels – you've really only worn a condom once before, practicing in your bedroom with a freebie they handed out in school. It feels a little weird, like a second skin laid down on top of yours, restrictive and tight at the base where the ring is nestled against your pubes.
"Hey," Brian's voice is in your ear and you open your eyes and see him holding out the lube. You take it from him and pour some in your hand, then slick your cock with it, your fingers trembling as your latex-covered dick pushes through your knuckles. It doesn't feel muted like you thought – in fact it feels fucking good, and you slow down, just hoping that you can get through this without shooting before you've even started.
You pour more lube into your hand and smear the thick liquid across the trick's pucker, running your thumb across his slippery hole, the way that Brian's done to you. The trick hums in his throat and rocks back against your hand, his hole pulsating beneath your thumb, and without thinking, you push it inside him. He's soft and warm and slick inside, and you thumbfuck him slowly, feel Brian's eyes on the side of your face, know he's watching you and getting off on this. It's a heady sensation – the thought that you're about to fuck your first ass, combined with the knowledge that Brian's here to witness it and share it with you.
"Tell him what you're gonna do," Brian says into your hair, warm breath against your scalp. His voice is rough and you can feel the pressure of his hard cock against your hip.
You put your fingers in the trick's hair, combing through soft, short curls, and then lean over his body, pushing your thumb deep inside him and you lick your lips and think about how fucking good it's going to feel to get your dick inside that tight hole. Your fingers find his balls and you stroke them clumsily, feel them taut against his body.
"Gonna fuck you," you say against the back of his neck. "Gonna pound my cock into you so hard," you whisper harshly and Brian's hand strokes down your back slowly as you say these things, urges you on until you just don't think you can wait any longer and you let your thumb slip from his warm hole.
You breathe through your mouth and suck in a breath and take your slick dick in your fingers and put it at his hole eagerly, pushing forward too fast. Your dick slips and shoots down his crack, and you feel embarrassed and lean back on your heels, but then Brian is easing you back up, hand on your ass, pushing you forward. He strokes your cock a few times, then presses it against the trick's hole, starts rubbing the head of your dick in little circles across the tight pucker. He holds you there hard and you put your hand on top of his, and then his hand is gone and it's just you, rubbing your cock against this guys ass. It feels fucking amazing, he's clenching and you can feel it on your cock head. Tight and soft and like a mouth trying to take you inside.
So you push a little harder, and you still feel a slight resistance, but Brian keeps you there, pushing you forward, one hand on your lower back, the other on the trick's hip, pulling him to you. It seems too hard, impossible, you don't think that you can get in, don't think this will work, but then something gives and then the head of your dick is encased inside him, just the head but...
Fuck...
You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut and, oh God, Brian's hand is still there, still there on your back and still there on the trick, and he's easing you both together, and your dick is disappearing inside the trick, inch by miraculous inch until you're completely buried in him. So far, so deep inside him, and all you can think of is how different it is... so different than the soft, wet heat of being sucked off... so different than the rough, uneven grip of a hand job... it's... perfectly intense and constricting and God, unlike anything you ever thought.
Your heart beats hard in your chest and your face flushes and your dick just fucking pulses inside the trick and you don't know if it's you or him that's doing it, if it's your heart beat or his, if it's his stuttered gasps you hear or yours, you just feel connected to him in that second. Completely connected, he's let you inside him and now you're fucking him, pulling out and pushing back in, pulling out and pushing back in, and he's clenching and releasing and urging you on, little words coming from his mouth and over his shoulder, and he puts his head down, resting his cheek on his crossed hands in front of him. You see his eyes are closed and sweat beads on the side of his face and he's lost with you inside him.
You know that feeling, of being overwhelmed and taken with cock up your ass, but now you know this one too – you feel powerful and in control; you feel strong and dominant and not like yourself at all. You never knew all these other emotions would come from this.
And you feel like you understand Brian so much more.
"Ride him," Brian says to the trick and combs his fingers through his dark hair. The trick pushes back on your dick and you shake, it's deep and the feeling of ass slamming back on you is intense. He does it again, and Brian's behind you, holding your hips, fingers gripping your skin and you put your hands on the trick's waist to hold yourself up, to hold on and let the feeling wash over you.
Brian whispers in your ear to keep moving, to take it, and then his lips are on your neck, kissing you and he's breathing hard and his skin is warm and you're fucking, you keep fucking, you're in and out of the trick, deep and then shallow, deep and then shallow, and then the trick starts jacking himself off and you don't know if you should do something but then it gets so-fucking-tight, his ass squeezing around you, pulsing and he's gasping, tells you to fuck him, fuck him, don't stop and so you fuck him, fuck him and you don't stop, not even when it gets so tight you don't think you can pull out, not even when it gets so intense you see stars, not even when Brian's tongue laps at that soft spot behind your ear and he calls you his little stud and you feel like your whole body is enveloped with warmth and tightness and throbbing heat and then...
Oh God, you can't help it, you come, and it's sudden and strong and overwhelming. Brian sighs against the side of your face, his damp palm in the small of your back, holding you into the trick, telling you to ride it out and you do, wave after wave after wave of too much so tight oh God... it's not like anything, not like coming from being sucked or coming from being fucked, it's just this whole other different thing. It's like connecting, and knowing that you can make someone come from your cock, that you did it to him, that you have this power... you didn't know it would be like that. You just didn't.
Brian's cock is hard on your hip through his jeans and you want to bend over and take his dick inside you... that much you missed, that feeling of fullness and for seconds you think about fucking and being fucked at the same time and it makes you shiver at the thought.
Another time, you think.
You pull out slowly, holding the base of the condom tightly, amazed to see the load of come held in the latex. You tie it off and it falls from your fingers off the side of the bed, and you collapse, sated and sleepy and smiling. You listen as Brian deals with the trick, tells him, no, there isn't any more, tells him, no, he can't stay or use the shower, tells him yes, it's time to go.
You stretch, arching your back on the bed as you hear the metal loft door finally slide shut as the trick leaves. You feel fucking fantastic – you're not a virgin anymore, not in any possible sense of the word. You've fucked and been fucked and you're not even 18 yet. You feel proud of this and grin to yourself, let your hands trail down your chest to your cock and you stroke yourself lazily.
"Starting without me?" Brian asks as he comes back to the bedroom, letting his jeans fall down around his ankles and kicking them off. He climbs up onto the bed and lies down beside you.
You sigh and close your eyes. "That was... amazing," you say, then feel his lips touch your stomach, fingers brushing along your sides, encouraging you to roll over.
"You liked it?" he says, his mouth close to your skin, hands on your hips as you twist onto your stomach.
"Yeah," you grin and curl your hands under your pillow as his lips touch the small of your back. "But... I think I like this more."
"Oh yeah?" he says, moisture from his warm breath coating your skin. He kisses a trail down your spine, then licks you softly in the small vee at the top of your ass. You feel cloudy-headed and relaxed.
"Yeah," your voice is disappearing and nearly vanishes when he tongues your hole softly. Christ, you'll never, ever, ever get tired of that.
"Figured you might," he says, mouth brushing against your hole as he speaks. He slips his tongue inside you and your breath catches in your throat and you grind against the sheets, your dick fully erect and pressing against your belly.
And moments later, when he slides inside you, hands covering yours and kisses on the side of your face... his body covering you, taking you, giving you that sense of fullness and completeness that you somehow missed...
You feel like he understands so much about you too.
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