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GUILTY PLEASURE

Brian heard his alarm go off but he just didn't have the strength to get off the warm bed. He could feel Justin's body moving next to him, then he heard a low groan. Brian hit the off button and closed his eyes again. He had absolutely no energy to get off the bed to go to work today, especially after last night.

He knew Mikey was going to be so pissed with him. He and Justin had made plans to meet the boys at Babylon but never quite made it. They didn't even make it to the door. And it was all Justin's fault.

He came out of the shower, dripping wet complaining that Brian had taken his towel again. Brian really couldn't help himself, seeing the beads of water sliding off Justin's smooth skin, forming a puddle at his feet.

So Brian did the only thing he could. He pushed Justin on top of the bed and started licking at the cool drops of water with his anxious tongue. Justin laughed, loving all the attention. Brian dropped to his knees so he could dip his tongue into his boy's navel, sucking up the pool of water there. Justin tossed his head back as he lovingly ran his hands through Brian's hair, urging him to continue.

Brian stood up and kissed Justin until his lips were swollen and rosy red, begging for more.

The blond closed his eyes and sighed, content.

And then they fucked. Like two wild animals hungry for sex during the mating season. Brian couldn't even remember how many times he heard Justin panting his name, pleading for him not to stop. He gave into his boy's desires, pleasing and teasing him all night. He gave so much of himself last night, and so selflessly. There was no doubt in his mind how he felt about this kid. But he would never tell him...he could never tell him.

And still Justin demanded more of him. That kid was just too horny for his own good. Brian was having trouble keeping up with him for a while. So then Justin took over. And Brian honestly couldn't remember when he had last felt so satisfied, his body was practically purring, he was so content.

Justin's mouth could do the most incredible things. He always knew he could shut the kid up easily. All he had to do was offer him his dick. He put that to the back of his head for future reference.

And for once, he didn't feel awkward when Justin turned him over and thrust into him. He knew he was incredibly tight and Justin confirmed it by groaning loudly, shouting his name as he did so. Thank God he seldom saw his neighbours. What would they think?

Brian felt as though he would fall down if he even tried to stand up. It reminded him of when he and his boy had experimented with Viagra. Damn Ted.

Justin had been sore for a week. And Brian found himself actually wanting the boy more than ever then, to be in the familiar tight hole...

He rubbed a hand against his dick and realized it was very sore. He groaned inwardly.

He felt Justin inching closer and sighed when an arm was slipped around his waist. Justin always clung to him, even when they slept. But he couldn't complain when they were in bed, he liked it.

A head of blonde hair was now on his chest. He ran his fingers through the soft locks, loving the feel of it. Inhaling the scent, he realized Justin had used his expensive shampoo. He would have to shout at him later... he was just too tired right now.

Brian closed his eyes, knowing he should be getting off the bed now and heading into the shower. It was getting late.

He felt something wet fall on his chest and realized Justin was now drooling on him. Brian sighed and found himself brushing his lips against Justin's forehead. He couldn't help it. The kid was adorable. And Brian was obviously going insane.

Why else would a 31-year-old allow a 19-year-old to drool all over his chest?

He heard Justin moan and looked down at him. He had the longest eyelashes, the type most women would kill for. His forehead wrinkled slightly and his little pug nose followed suit, leading Brian to believe that even in his sleep, the kid couldn't calm down. His lips were parted slightly, pouting. Those lips... so damn kissable. So perfect.

And his skin was so smooth that Brian couldn't resist touching one silky cheek. Justin moaned and moved his head away from the hand. So Brian did it again. But this time Justin turned onto his stomach, his right hand sliding under the pillow.

To Brian, watching his boy sleep was like a natural high. He felt excited, yet so incredibly calm and content at the same time. He wondered if he looked that vulnerable and perfect when he slept. He could stare at that face for hours and not get bored.

It was his one guilty pleasure.

He planted wet kisses on Justin's bare back until he heard a little grumble, "Brian?"

"Who else would it be?" Brian said softly, drawing Justin closer to him.

Justin opened an eye and mumbled, "I thought you said not for another week?"

Brian grinned. "Hmmmmm..."

Justin yawned loudly.

Brian took the hint and pulled Justin into his arms, holding him close. He heard a light snore soon after.

Fuck work today, he thought. He would call Vance later.

He kissed the top of Justin's head and closed his eyes. He deserved a break. After all, when last had he indulged in his one guilty pleasure?