Moving Day - Repost
Moving Day Written for the Sweat and Pheromones: A Brianite Ode to Beautiful Stinky!Brian theme for the ClusterFuck Challenge at qaf_challenges. Huge thanks to the wonderful _alicesprings and my whole Stinky!Team!
I was surprised when he said he would help. Brian's generous to a fault, but for all his working out, he isn't exactly a manual labor kind of guy. He's more of a hire someone to do it for you kind of guy.
Which he offered to do of course. If it was my apartment I would have taken him up on it in a heartbeat, but I wanted to move my studio myself.
Of course I hadn't planned on having to do it just six months after I moved into it in the first place, but the building sold and I had no choice. Luckily my new studio has better light and a bigger sink or I'd be even more bummed than I already am.
Brian being here to help is a nice distraction from the stress of the move.
It's August, and of course Brian's has a few choice words about the genius of moving in one of the hottest months of the year. I remind him that I didn't ask for his help, he offered. But the more his wife beater clings to his skin from sweat, the less his shitty attitude matters.
After lugging the third load up the stairs to my new studio we take a water break.
Brian leans against the counter and drinks most of the bottle of water in one long swig. His skin is flushed and damp from the heat and I can't take my eyes off of him.
He knows of course and he peels off his wet shirt.
I push him against the wall and fall to my knees. I run my tongue over his salty abs while I work on unbuttoning his jeans.
He shouldn't smell or taste this good right now, but there isn't much about Brian that doesn't turn me on.
His cock is hotter than usual in my mouth and wetter too, slick with sweat and precome.
I take him fast and deep, sucking hard. Taking him there faster than he wants to go until his hands find my hair and he comes hard in my mouth.
He pulls me up and kisses me, warm and wet and sloppy, and then starts to button up his jeans.
"We're not done yet."
He smirks at me.
"I don't know Sunshine; we still have an awful lot of boxes to move."
I push him into a chair.
"Fuck the boxes."
"I'd rather fuck you."
I strip down and straddle his lap. His skin sticks to mine the way it always does when we're covered in half-dry sweat.
He awkwardly works the condom on while I suck on his neck. When he's got the condom on I reach back to guide him inside me. It feels so fucking tight but I push down hard anyway. His head flies back and his body arches against me.
I move fast and his hands move to my ass, urging me on, asking for more.
I come with my cock pressed hard against his stomach making him wetter and more slippery than before. He comes gasping in my ear and gripping my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
I can feel him smiling against my cheek.
"I knew helping you move was a good idea."
"I can never keep my hands off you when you're all sweaty and smelly."