FIC: Red Letter Day
Title: Red Letter Day
Rating: NC-17
Author: qaffangyrl
Timeline S3 post reunion/pre Stockwell’s “cleaning up” Liberty Ave
Author’s note: A sexy little toppy!Justin ficlet dedicated to our fandom’s graphics goddess zaipixie. She’s been working her fingers to the bone, creating icons for my upcoming fic Queer As Folk Season 7. Thanks pix! I love you, babe.
Summary: Justin accomplishes something that Brian deems worthy of celebrating.





We all know that Brian doesn’t celebrate birthdays. I definitely learned that one the hard way. Holidays aren’t exactly his bag either. I’m quite certain he’d be more likely to become a major contributor to the next Republican Presidential campaign than to help me cook Thanksgiving dinner or decorate the Christmas tree.

Brian Kinney celebrates one thing, accomplishment. And well, I recently realized that I’ve accomplished something that he’ll be morally obligated to recognize by bestowing upon me, any reward of my choosing.

***
He slid open the door to find me lighting candles along the blankets and pillows I’d set out on the floor of his loft.

I looked up at Brian and saw his expression of wearisome dread, “I thought we’d come an understanding about my utter disdain for picnics.”

I gave him that you-think-you’re-so-smart-don’t-you-Kinney smirk of mine and replied,” Do you see any food here?”

Brian shrugged and loosened his tie in reply.

“I do have some Pinot Noir breathing though, if you’re in the mood.”

Brian rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass of wine, with a long-suffering tone he asked, “So, what’s the occasion?”

“Those tricks we had at the baths last night…”

“Yeah, what about them?” Brian asked. He acted as if he was completely bored by the conversation, but I could tell his interest was piqued.

I stood up and walked around the bar and pressed myself against him. I pulled the wine glass from Brian’s hand, and drank while keeping my gaze set directly on him. I then set the glass on the counter. ”Well, they were ninety-eight, ninety-nine, and one…hundred.”

Brian wrapped his arms around my waist, “I know youthful sprites such as your self think anyone over the age of twenty one must be absolutely ancient, but I don’t think they were quite that old.”

I playfully wriggled out of his embrace, “I’m not talking about how old they were. I was referring to their place on my sexual biography.”

He considered what I’d just said for a moment and he bit back a smile before saying. “So you’ve reached triple digits, impressive.”

I gave Brian’s groin quick glance before sidling back up next to him and seductively replying, “I figured you’d think so.”

“You did, did you?”

“MmHm.”

“So all this,” Brian waved a hand to indicate the blankets, pillows, and candles, “is your way of saying that we should celebrate this rite of passage of yours?”

“I’m not even twenty yet, it is quite the accomplishment, don’t you think?” I batted my eyes with mock innocence as I waited for him to answer.

Brian began to lazily run his fingers through my hair. “And I suppose you want to be rewarded for your efforts?”

I couldn’t hold back my smile, so I gave him one of my killer grins. You know; the kind that always goes straight to Brian’s cock.

With a raised eyebrow, he asked,“What, exactly, did you have in mind?”

***
As one might expect, we were naked in no time. As I lied down next to him, I made a mental note of the expression on Brian’s face. It was this strange mixture of lust, excitement, and apprehension. He’d only ever let me do it once before. And ever since I came to my senses and got him to take me back, all I could think about was that indescribable feeling of being inside of Brian.

Aside from the obvious hotness of it, the fact that Brian would trust me enough to let himself be vulnerable…well like I said, there are no words for how that made me feel. I only wish I had held onto that feeling when I was being wooed away from him with gourmet cheeses and violin music.

There wasn’t any talking. I don’t know, I guess we both knew that would make it too real for him. But still, we both were able to understand each other. For instance, he somehow knew that I wanted to be able to see him. Once Brian got comfortable on his back, he rested his head back on a pillow and closed his eyes. It was his way of telling me that tonight, I was running the show.

I gently curled a finger behind the bend of each of his knees. He drew his legs up, bent his knees, and planted his feet wide apart on the floor. Brian’s arms were resting comfortably on little throw pillows that he’d tucked neatly beneath each of his elbows. His cock was dark and leaking as it rested back against his belly, it’s head brushing just past his navel. Under other circumstances I would have gone straight for it, taken him in my mouth and sucked until Brian was within an inch of his life, with his fingers twisting in my hair, warning me that he was about to come.

After surveying the full length of Brian’s body, I decided that I’d begin with his neck. I started by peppering soft, wet kisses beginning at the tender spot behind his ear, going down to the gentle bend of his shoulder. I didn’t bite him even though the heat of his skin beneath my lips begged me to. I simply savored the taste of his flesh, feeling Brian burn under my touch.

For his chest, I used my tongue. Hard and pointed, it drew a line of wetness down from his neck till I reached his nipples. I licked at one, then the other till they became hard, pink nubs, pleading for more contact. I nipped playfully at each of them. Not too hard, but with just enough pressure to evoke a stifled hiss from between Brian’s lips.

That was my signal to continue exploring. I pulled away from him. The loss of skin on skin contact made Brian open his eyes. He wanted to see what was coming next, as if he didn’t already know. I sat between his legs, and delicately inched my hands beneath each cheek of Brian’s ass. He pulled his thighs up and locked his arms behind his knees. He’d closed his eyes again and thrown his head back, far, on the pillow. His neck was stretched and I could see his pulse, his blood, coursing beneath his taut skin. Brian Kinney was begging, begging to be fucked. The sight of his exposed, puckering hole nearly made me shoot right then.

I wanted to rim him, to use my tongue to open and fuck his ass. If it had been anyone else, that wouldn’t have been a problem, but seeing Brian so ready and wanton, I knew my own time was limited. So, I had to forgo the rest of the foreplay and reached, instead, for the ever-present bottle of lube. I didn’t work it in my hands first to heat it, I simply squeezed the contents directly onto his entrance. The pink folds of skin, now glistening and shuddering in anticipation earned me a moan from Brian. He’d wrapped a hand around his dick, but he wasn’t stroking it yet. Again, he was waiting for me. I was calling the shots.

Once I had the condom on, I positioned myself just right, I used my knees to lift Brian’s ass up just enough so my cock could easily reach his hole. In one slow, fluid roll of my hips I pressed into him. The heat surrounding my dick was so intoxicating that I froze. I forgot who I was. I was nothing.

Brian used his free hand to gently take hold of my wrist to bring me back. I opened my eyes and immediately found his. He blinked then gave me a little smile. I knew. I knew without any doubt, that the words “I love you, Justin,” were quietly resting, right behind Brian’s lips. In that moment, I’d have died happy.

I used all of my body to push deep into him and then draw back, making certain to go right to the edge, but to not break the connection we were sharing. I could feel the beads of sweat sliding down my chest or falling, one by one, off my brow. We looked at each other and swam in each others eyes. Our labored breathing took on the sound of waves crashing against a shore. In and out. In and out. Our breath, our bodies, our climaxes were...one, everything, together.

When we finished, Brian pulled me back down onto him and kissed me. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Just kissing, connecting, being each other’s.

I honestly have to say, tonight was better than any dumb birthday present I could have ever received. I guess it just goes to show, one should never second guess Brian Kinney.

The End.