New Beginnings - Repost
New Beginnings Opening line prompt: "Brian Kinney, I'd like you to meet Justin Taylor." Written for qaf_challenges Thank you to my beta _alicespings!
"Brian Kinney, I'd like you to meet Justin Taylor."
He's young and pretty and not at all what I expected. I want to fuck him right away and from the way he's looking at me, I can tell it won't be much of a challenge.
"Justin, Mr. Kinney just purchased one of your pieces."
Justin gives me a huge smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Kinney."
The woman from the gallery thanks me again and then scurries off to help other customers.
"Looks like you're a success."
In fact, it looks like I was lucky to get a piece before he sells out.
He glances around.
"It's all a little overwhelming."
"Get used to it."
I lean in close.
"If you feel like celebrating when you're done, stop by. The gallery has my delivery address."
The look on his face is all the answer I need.
"Thanks again, Brian.
I was going to go out tonight, but fucking the hot blond artist in my new bed sounds even better.
I throw on a pair of jeans, find an old movie, pour a drink and roll a joint.
When the knock comes on the door a few hours later, I'm relaxed, a little tingly and very horny.
He's practically vibrating.
"I sold out."
He comes in and I walk to the bar and hold up a bottle, offering. He nods.
But before I finish pouring he's distracted. He circles around slowly and I wait. I want to get to the main event, but he's one of the first people I've had here, and certainly the first with an artistic eye, and I'm curious about what he thinks.
"This place is... impressive. You did it yourself?"
I nod but he's already turned away again.
"I like it. The kitchen is amazing."
He wanders towards the bedroom and I follow.
He laughs when he sees the bed. I set his drink on the dresser because he seems to have lost interest.
I pull off my shirt.
He steps towards me and I kiss him. It's frantic and needy right from the start, we push and pull at each others clothes until we're naked.
I know he wants more but I just keep kissing him. My hands are on his ass and he is rocking against me. I pull him in hard, tight, so he can't move. His head falls back and my mouth moves to his neck. I leave marks all over his pale skin. He's shaking and I think he might come just like this but then he's talking again.
"I want you to fuck me so the whole city can see."
He pulls away from me and crawls onto the bed, facing the long horizontal window that acts as my headboard.
He's on his hands and knees and he looks back and sees me staring at him, so he spreads his legs.
His ass is unbelievably perfect. It isn't often that I encounter an ass this perfect and I plan on taking my time to enjoy it.
I lick slowly from the small of his back down his crack to his hole. His back arches and I spread his ass wider and press my tongue inside him. He's vocal with his appreciation.
I tongue fuck him until he's dripping wet and ready for more. I reach my hand between his legs and palm his cock. It throbs in my hand.
Without warning I push two fingers in his hole. I fuck him hard, pressing as deep as I can go.
His body jerks hard over and over as he comes all over my new duvet.
I roll him over. His body is almost limp as I push his legs up by his ears and press my cock into his hole, but he swears and grips the sheets in his fists and I know he's with me.
I wake up thinking about fucking him again, but when I roll over he's not in bed. I sit up and look around. His clothes are still scattered across the floor.
I find him in the living room staring at an empty wall.
"Are you having a stroke?"
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep, it's been a big night. Did you just move in here?"
He nods thoughtfully.
"This place is so perfect, but it just doesn't quite seem... finished. I'd like to paint something for this space."
He's talking way too much for the middle of the fucking night. So I back him into the empty wall.
His cock is already wet when I take him in my mouth. He tastes good.
I let my teeth scrape lightly down the length of his cock and he hisses at me. I suck hard and then do it again.
And then I work him hard and fast with my mouth, until his come is pooling on my tongue.
He slides down to the floor and I sit next to him.
"I'll pay you what I paid for the other piece."
"Don't talk about money when I'm about to blow you."
When I wake up he's dressed. I guess a shower fuck is out of the question, but at least he's smart enough to know to clear out.
"I have to run. Thanks for everything."
I grunt and then roll back over and fall asleep.
The knock on the door a few days later is strange enough, I haven't been in New York long enough to have unexpected visitors, but finding Justin on the other side, looking younger than the night I met him in his casual clothes, is a complete surprise.
"Sorry for just dropping by, I don't have your phone number and I wanted to get a few measurements."
I smirk at him.
"I know my cock's amazing, but guys don't usually come back with a tape measure."
He laughs and bumps my shoulder on the way in.
"I'm well aware of how big your cock is."
He walks over to the empty wall and pulls a tape measure out of his messenger bag. At first I thought this little errand was a clever way to get laid again, but before I know it he's sitting cross legged in front of my wall with a sketch pad out and he's scribbling all over the page.
I work on my computer for a while and when I look up he's still drawing. I contemplate feeling irritated, by his intrusion and his presence, but he's good and I'm curious to see what he'll do with me and my place in mind.
So I order take out and get enough for him. He has to stop sometime.
The delivery guy snaps him out of it, and he stands up and stretches. His shirt raises up a few inches above his waistline and if there was any doubt before, now I'm certain I'm going to fuck him again tonight.
He looks at the clock.
"Wow, I guess I got distracted. I should probably get out of here so you can eat."
"There's enough, if you want to eat."
"I don't want to intrude."
"You showed up on my doorstep without warning and then spent the last two hours sitting on my floor drawing, so that ship's sailed. Either you're hungry or your not."
And then he's eating and chattering away. He's from Pittsburgh too, a coincidence he finds utterly amazing. Daddy cut him off because he didn't like that his baby preferred sucking cock to eating pussy. He tried to pay for art school by dancing on bars but had to drop out when he realized that staying up all night shaking his ass was "counterproductive to his goals". He moved here thinking he'd be stuck waiting tables forever but in the last three years he's managed to make some connections, get an agent and sell out his first solo show.
He talks until I fuck him over the back of the couch, and then again on the floor.
Lying there smoking a cigarette when we're done, I'm thankful that I bought such a thick, soft rug.
"You going to show me what you're working on?"
I gesture to his sketch book. He thinks about it for a minute.
He steals my cigarette, finishes it off and then gets up. I stare at his ass while he gets dressed. He makes a note in his sketch book and pulls the page out.
"Why don't you stop by my studio in a few days. I'm there all the time."
He leaves the page with the address on the coffee table.
When he's gone I smoke another cigarette.
His studio is a dump and I'll be lucky to get out without getting paint on my suit.
He doesn't seem surprised to see me even though it's been over a week since he showed up at my door.
There are paintings hung and stacked in every available space. Two in particular draw my attention. They're hung side by side and even with the mess and clutter you can't walk into the room without noticing them, without being drawn in. There's no doubt that he's talented.
"You want a drink?"
He opens a mini fridge that has paint on the inside as well as the outside.
"I have water or cheap vodka."
He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to a large work table.
"I haven't gotten very far, I got caught up finishing those."
He nods at the pieces I noticed when I first walked in. I walk over and really take them in.
"What do you think?"
"How much do you want for them?"
"I'll take them."
He seems confused.
"Instead of this one?"
He points to the one on the work table.
"No, in addition to."
"You don't have to do that."
"I don't do anything I don't want to do. I wouldn't buy them if they weren't good."
"They're better than good."
"So what's the problem?"
"You don't have room for them."
"They're for my office."
He starts laughing.
"I need a drink and cheap vodka isn't going to cut it."
We both needed to change but I agreed to meet him at a club. It's one I haven't been to before, but he's clearly a regular. He throws back a few shots and then hits the dance floor without checking to see if I'm following.
I sip my drink and lean against the bar watching him dance with his many admirers.
His body moves with a fluidity and grace that I only achieve when I'm fucking.
After a few songs he comes back and takes two more shots before turning to me. His face is flushed from dancing and drinking. He presses his crotch against my thigh.
"Come dance with me."
I throw back the rest of my drink and then lead him through the crowd. He puts his arms on my shoulders and rocks against me to the beat of the music.
His mouth is wet and warm on my neck and his cock is hard against my leg. He's drunk and horny and rubbing against me like I'm the only cure to his need.
I turn him around so his ass is pressed firmly to my crotch and then slide a hand inside his pants.
He lets his head fall back on my shoulder and when my hand closes on his cock he reaches his arms back around my neck. I let my other hand slide up inside his shirt to play with his nipples.
I jerk roughly and it's only a few minutes before his come wets my hand and his pants.
He laughs like a drunken teenager.
"You made a mess."
"No, you made a mess."
"I need a shower."
"I need a blow job."
"Well then we better go to your place, your shower is bigger."
He insists on coming to my office, says he can't part with the pieces unless I show him where I'm hanging them. It's all bullshit of course, but he's a persistent little shit.
We end up fucking on my desk.
I don't see or hear from him for a week.
And then I wake up to a knock on my door at four am.
"What the fuck?"
"I knew you'd be mad, but you won't be for long, I promise."
He drops to his knees and blows me right in my doorway.
It's late when I wake up, but he's still sleeping. I figure it's only fair that I wake him up the same way he woke me up.
I suck lightly at the head of his cock until he moans and winds his fingers into my hair. I let him thrust up into my mouth until he's fucking my face. In minutes he's on the verge of coming. I hold his hips down on the bed and suck hard. I can feel his cock throb on my tongue. Just before he comes, I pull gently on his balls, drawing out the inevitable for a few seconds longer.
I kiss him and he sucks his come from my tongue.
When I roll away he stretches and lets out a little sigh.
So that's where he's been.
"You have time to come see it today?"
"I think that could be arranged."
He bites his lip. He's nervous... it doesn't suit him.
"You know how good it is."
He stares at me blankly for a moment and then smiles.
"Of course I do, I just wasn't sure you'd get it."
I laugh. That's the cocky fucker I know.
"I don't usually get attached, but I'm sort of going to miss this one."
"Well, it's not like you’re never going to see it again."