"You love cock. You love it down your throat, you love it up your ass, you love riding it. And after you come, you love to fall asleep with it still inside you."

--Brian to Justin, Episode 220

It had been a fucking long day, all around. Justin had been running around trying to put things together for another student's art exhibition opening this weekend, plastering posters and notices all over Liberty Avenue and the areas Pittsburgh's students loved to frequent. Doing it all on foot and with the aid of public transportation made the few hours he had devoted to the task completely exhausting. And in spite of it all, the little orange-haired half-goth chick had pulled an attitude, too, bitching that he hadn't been around to help her hang the fucking ugly pieces of work that afternoon. It had been all he could do not to chew her out, then and there, but instead he just looked steadily at her until she rolled her eyes, and then said he'd be back the next day for the finishing touches before the opening. He was silently cursing his professors for assigning this exhibition buddy system in the first place.

Justin had come into the loft only to find it quiet and empty. He threw his things on the couch and pulled out a bottle of water. As he drank half of it down, he ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. God, it would be good to go out tonight, to get away from the mess of papers on the desk and the million things he had to do in the next week. All of his professors had deemed it their responsibility to assign portfolios and sketches and papers this week, and Justin knew he'd be mired in work for the foreseeable future. It was the price he had to pay for being enrolled in "the most prestigious art academy in Pittsburgh," the voice in his head said snottily. Sometimes he regretted ever attending school in the first place. It was more trouble than it was worth.

He looked around, and there wasn't anything that needed his immediate attention. Justin moved some notebooks from his bag to the desk, and shuffled some other things around for a bit before he sighed and gave up on doing any work. He was just too tired. Putting his things aside, he went back to the bedroom and laid himself down. He ended up dozing for more than an hour, only waking up when he heard the harsh run of the door. Justin sat up blearily, running a hand over his face, and mustered a smile at Brian, who was leaning against the wall, with a smirk on his face. "Long day, honey?" Brian mocked, his arms crossing.

Justin shook his head at Brian, forcing down a yawn. "In terms of bitchy scene wannabees? Fuck yes."

"Oh, darling, let me rub your head for you," Brian said, moving from his spot to lower himself onto the bed, pushing Justin back in the process. There was no heading off Brian's snark at this point; Justin had learned well. It was better just to let him run his course, make fun of their relationship or whatever, if it made him feel better. Justin slumped over, resting his head back on his pillow. Brian unfastened the top of his own trousers, and managed to get his pants off without falling on the floor, which Justin admired for the grace of it. He arranged Justin on his back with his legs between Brian's. Then Brian crawled up Justin's chest, pulling off his shirt and brushing the hair from Justin's eyes.

They stayed like that for a long moment, just looking at each other, and Justin privately marveled at how far they'd really come since they first met. He didn't quite understand when the shift had taken place, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. Justin lifted his hand and placed it on Brian's back, slipping it under his shirt to feel the warm skin beneath.

Brian dipped his head to kiss Justin, running firm fingers down his chest, twisting and pulling at his nipples so that Justin jumped and arched beneath him. Justin could feel the smile in his kiss, and he urged Brian closer. But Brian, being Brian, pulled away, thumbing at Justin's mouth with intent.

Justin couldn't help but smile--if you knew Brian, he was so easy to read. He moved his legs to bring Brian in closer, grabbing at his ass and pulling him in until the head of Brian's cock was near his chin. He made to reach for it, but Brian stopped him, pushing his hands away. Instead, Brian palmed his face and ran the tip of his cock along Justin's lower lip, teasing him until he pointedly prodded Brian with his knee. "Be patient, dear," Brian murmured, his voice still faintly mocking. Justin stuck out his tongue at him, which had the added bonus of just barely touching Brian's cock, making him jerk slightly. Brian glared and reached over to the bedside table for a condom, rolling it on with his usual efficiency. Justin was just getting ready to smile when Brian finally began to put his cock in Justin's mouth.

Justin took it in slowly, adjusting his mouth to the size, catching Brian's eye and holding it. Brian still had his hand against Justin's face, and he tightened his fingers slightly, trying to tip Justin's head back for better entrance. Justin let him, getting the signals. He was more than happy to lie back and let Brian do all the work. Even with the buzz sex always gave him, he still felt a faint throbbing in his lower back. It was easier just lie there, opening his mouth wide and occasionally tightening it to suck hard against Brian's cock.

Brian positioned himself so that he had a better angle, and his head tipped back as he pushed himself in and out of Justin's mouth. It was just as enjoyable to watch this way, Justin thought between short gasps of breath. Usually he was kneeling on the floor, looking up, but this way he got to see the muscles move in Brian's chest, see the way his arms flexed against Justin's body, see the line of his throat work to bring in air. God, he's beautiful, Justin thought for perhaps the thousandth time.

Then Brian's face screwed up in pleasure, and he tightened his legs against Justin's waist and pushed forward, coming deep in Justin's throat. Justin could feel Brian's cock pulsing against his tongue, and he sucked tighter to make the feeling last. Brian leaned over, bracing his hands against Justin's shoulders, riding the feeling out for as long as it would last. After a moment, when Brian made to pull out, Justin sucked one last time before Brian's cock was gone. He took a deep breath, and when Brian was finished tying off the condom, his thumb was back against Justin's now-reddened mouth, the faint smile again on his face.

"What?" Justin said with put-on annoyance.

"Nothing, Sunshine," Brian said into his mouth. "Turn over."

Justin rolled over, feeling Brian's hands work at his hips to get his jeans off. He hated sleeping in jeans. Why did he do that? Justin pulled the pillow closer, resting his face against it where it was bunched in his arms, feeling the material rough against his mouth. He shivered a little, though there wasn't really a chill in the air, and the fabric of Brian's shirt was warm against his back.

Brian smoothly put one finger into him, and Justin was too surprised to tighten against it. Instead, he forced himself to relax; no matter how many times he did this, or Brian did this, it always took a moment of preparation for Justin. But soon Brian was working three fingers in and out of him, taking more care than he normally did. Justin appreciated it, though; it made him feel languid and open, willing to take anything Brian could give him.

When Justin began to arch upwards, he could feel Brian's cock hitting his skin, hot and hard. Still Brian didn't do anything; apparently it was make-Justin-wait-even-though-he's-ready night, though Brian would probably call it patience. After some time that felt like forever, Brian held on to Justin's waist and entered him in one skilled thrust. When he could think again, outside of the pleasure, he gasped, "God, you're good."

"Yeah, I know," Brian grunted in reply, punctuating his words with small thrusts against Justin's prostrate. Justin wanted to give a suitably witty reply, but he was too occupied to do so.

Finally Brian slowed down a little, leaving Justin trying somewhat in vain to get off against the bedsheets. Brian pulled him back, flush against his body and his cock fully inside Justin, making Justin arch forward, though he had nowhere to go. "Not against the sheets," Brian muttered into Justin's ear. "I just changed them from last night."

Justin nodded agreement, his eyes closed and mouth open. He tried to move on Brian's cock, to ride it hard like he wanted, but Brian held him too closely. And really, Justin thought as his head cleared and he became accustomed to Brian in him and around him, that was the theme of the evening, wasn't it? Brian controlling the shots. But it was kinder than normal, more gentle. Justin wasn't going to complain, so he relaxed and felt Brian's arms loosen slightly.

Slowly, too damned slowly, Brian's hand snaked down Justin's chest to end in a far too slack grip on Justin's cock. Justin wanted desperately to move, to force Brian to move, but Brian didn't seem interested in given in to Justin's desires, at least not directly. He sort of rubbed his palm against Justin's cock, leaving Justin writhing impatiently for more contact.

Brian finally seemed to think he'd waited long enough when Justin stilled, this close to turning around no matter how difficult it would be and glaring at him. His fist closed around Justin's cock and started to move in time with his renewed thrusts into Justin, still holding him close with one arm. It felt so good that Justin just rested his weight against Brian, leaning his head against Brian's shoulder. He came almost without realizing it, panting his surprise. When he finished, Brian pushed him so that he was facedown on the bed once again, wiping his hand on the towel they'd learned to place within easy reach. Still inside Justin, Brian braced himself against the bed and began to move in earnest, pulling Justin's ass up to a better position. It didn't take him long to come; he was fairly skilled at that, too, Justin reflected as Brian slumped down against him.

They stayed like that, Brian atop Justin, pressing him down into the sheets. Justin had just gotten used to the weight and warmth of him when Brian made to move, but Justin stilled him with a touch at his side. "No, wait," he near-whispered sleepily. "Stay, like that."

Brian shifted slightly, and Justin could tell he felt awkward, which always made him testy. So he moved to his side, keeping Brian close inside and with him, until they were arranged more comfortably. "It's good," he said, still quietly. "We sleep, we wake up, we go out, we party. It's the natural order of things."

Brian snorted in response but didn't move, and Justin felt like he'd just won a little battle. It was easy to go back to sleep, with Brian close and comfortable beside him, with Brian in him. He'd never gotten this before, and as long as Brian was willing to give it to him, he'd gladly take it. There was a time to demand things, and he was already planning his attack for later. He'd have to remind Brian that he could fight back, too. But for now, it was good to meet on the same terms.