Pairing: B & J & Other

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As soon as they got on the next plane, Justin started getting antsy. Three more hours of flying and then they would get to the ship. He had never been on a cruise ship and he was excited. They were staying in a spacious stateroom right below the penthouse. He was thrilled. “Does it really have a Sitting room, private balcony, floor to ceiling windows queen size bed, shower, TV, hairdryer, and refrigerator? “Sorry, I couldn’t get the penthouse but this is the third best suite. The owner’s suite then the penthouse and this one. They want me to experience the full effect of the ship so they are giving us this suite. It also has a duvet and concierge available for any of our needs,” answered Brian.

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“Well, Justin, how do you like the trip so far?” Brian smiled. “By the way, welcome to the mile high club.” Justin blushes. “Don’t worry Justin, the mile high club isn’t through with you. Yet!” Justin started coughing on his soda. The two had less than an hour till their next flight, but both had stopped to get a bite to eat. Brian was eating a salad and strawberry yogurt with granola, while Justin went for a club sub sandwich and soda. He wanted to go to a sit down restaurant in the airport but they didn’t have much time. They had settled on a quick restaurant just a gate down from the one they needed. They paid and took their purchases to their gate and sat down. Justin needed to refuel after their energetic exercises in the bathroom and on the plane before. Justin ate his sandwich as if he just inhaled it. Brian just looked at him in awe. Brian played with his salad, but he finished his yogurt, surprised at how good it tasted. “Brian, stop playing with your food, you’re worse than a three year old, trying to defy gravity by flinging spaghetti toward the ceiling.” At that moment, Brian was saved by the first call to board. He grabbed the carry-on bags, tossed his salad into the trash can, and then grabbed Justin’s hand as they walked down the walkway. Justin showed their boarding passes.

The two found their seats in first class, settled in for the three hour flight, and kissed. Their need for each other that day was growing, though they had tried to satiate themselves on more than one occasion. They were into each other so completely that they didn’t hear Desiree trying to get their attention. “Brian! Brian! Hey, Brian!” It was her chuckling that finally got through to them. “Hey, ladies. Just wanted to hand you another set of blankets and thought you would want to know that it seems you are the only ones in first class this flight. I know you will find something to do. I see you don’t want anything to drink, but each other. I will be keeping the curtain closed. Need any condoms?” she asked, laughing. They hadn’t even heard the last sentence; they were back into their world. Walking away, she muttered to herself. “Kinney, you can never get enough. You are still a pleasure machine.” As she made her rounds, Desiree thought, no wonder you fell in love with someone younger than you. No one your age could keep up with you. God, I would love getting back in your bed. If only, you weren’t so steadfast about being gay as you are now. As she passed out drinks, she thought about the two times Brian and she had sex together. One time was with Lindsay.

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She put herself on remote, doing her tasks while her mind went into the past. It was a time of youth, of experimenting, of drugs, and sex. She had met Brian at a coffee house that had singers come in and perform. She had been living her dream of performing. It was a two week gig. She had sung a song that Brian had requested. He was so beautiful, young, and he had this mischievous smile on his face. She had noticed that he was on his sixth cup of coffee, not just any coffee, Irish coffee. She kept watching him pour something from a flask. He did it covertly. She smiled, not letting her eyes leave him for several minutes. On break, she came over and sat down at his table. He was alone.

“Hey, beautiful. What’s your name?” “Brian. Brian Kinney. You are?” “Desire Flowers.” “You’re joking, right!” “Actually, no. My parents were flower children. They changed their surname to Flowers and when my two brothers, sister and I were born, they gave us unique flower names. My sister is Sunshine, and my brothers are April and Wild. Wild is wilder than me, but you wouldn’t know that yet, would you? I am pretty wild.” “You must have had a hard time growing up.” “Yes. They are signaling for me to start. Stay. Let’s talk more.” “I’m… I’m…” “I know. I sense it. Stay! It was a command more than a request.”

Brian stayed. He stayed through her next two sets. When she was finished with her gig for the night, they took a walk and talked, somehow ending up at his place. Brian felt totally comfortable with Desire. They talked about the stars and its mythology, they talked about sucking dick and their sexuality, and they talked about music and how it has changed since Elvis. As they talked, holding hands and walking, they felt attracted to each other. Desire was as horny as Brian and Brian felt like she was a female counterpart. He didn’t see her as female but as an extension of himself. In one night, they had bonded, knowing that they would always be connected, but would never be able to be life partners. He felt something totally different from what he had with Lindsay. Because of this connection he would always be drawn to her.

Outside of his place, he asked her to come in. He knew if he did, there would be no turning back. Her bisexuality and his need to be with her, connected to her, would lead to places that he hadn’t expected when he left his apartment for the evening. She accepted, more than ready to open up for this beautiful bodacious man, a man she knew was untamed, and probably never would be. She was open to anything. Too many times in her life, she had wished she had been a man. This is one of those times. It would have been so much easier.

As they entered, Brian tried to be the good host. “Do you want anything to drink?” “Yeeesss, you!” Desire said it with her desire oozing out with each word, her breath reaching his ear, her body so close to him that it was scalding. He turned, faced her, and they kissed. Their mouths connecting, their hands roaming, their fingers attacking the other’s clothes as their tongues did battle as well, trying to dominate the other. Desire had always been the top, but she knew with Brian she would have to submit to him. Submitting would be her choice, not his, but if she would have to submit, she would have it her way. She slid out of her dress, happy that she was not wearing underwear beneath it. The dress had a built in bra and she didn’t want lines to show in the beaded yet sheer dress. They kissed until both needed more to satiate them. Brian stood naked and moved back, surveying the exquisite form that was Desire, that would quench his desire.

“Brian, if we are to do this, and I am bottom, I ask only one thing, to tie me or cuff me.” She bent down to her purse and pulled out the necessary items. “You carry these in your purse!” He was incredulous. He had never met a woman like her. “I warned you. I told you about Wild and that he was barely wilder than I. I like spice. I like variety. I like BDSM. Now are you going to tie me up or not?” Brian’s heart started to pound. This was going to be a good night. “Yes. He grabbed her roughly, and tied her arms together and pulled her to the bed. It was a bed made for games. It was sturdy and it had four posts, which he hadn’t appreciated until this moment. He tied her to each of the four posts. He wanted her on her stomach and tied her that way. He started to kiss her neck, and then with his tongue he rimmed her from her neck to her aperture of pink puckered flesh. He loved the hole with his tongue, her moans exciting him. “Yes! Yes!” She kept saying. After teasing her around her hole and nipping at her butt cheeks, upon her urging, he let his tongue penetrate the hole, she writhed, pushing toward the tongue trying to get it further in. He watched her for any clue that he was hurting her. Desire kept begging for more. By the bed, he spotted a candle and lit it. Though her moans, she managed to say, “Give… it…to…me! Now! He reached near the candle and took a condom and lube. He clothed himself and put lube on his shaft and on his fingers. He started to push his fingers in: one, then two, then hesitantly, three. He was ready. He took his fingers out and thrust into Desire. Feeling his cock at her tight orifice, she pushed up to him, relaxing as she did. He slid completely in. It felt so good, so tight. He thrust hard and fast, rough riding her, his balls banging against her, making a loud slapping sound, each time, he pushed in, she moaned. She was seeing multi-colors behind her eyes, she was flying, and she didn’t want it to end. She loved this kind of rough sex more than life itself. She was dripping wet. The sheets were soaked. Orgasm after orgasm was hitting her. He was holding back his orgasm. He wanted to ride her a long time. He would slow down and would nip at her neck and shoulders. Biting and bruising the skin. Each time, she would groan. Finally, he let go, the momentum had caught up to him and he lost control. The explosive orgasm was exhausting but he wanted more and so did she.

Untying her, turning her over, and retying her was only preparation for round two. Taking the candle, he watched her eyes, she smiled, acknowledging her permission to do it. Dripping the candle wax onto her nipples, she sighed, she loved this kind of play. It was hot but it didn’t last long. He pulled the hardening candle wax off and poured more. Applying the wax several times, she coaxed him to put some in her navel and a ring around her neck. She kept moving her body upward, thrusting, and moaning. He used a vibrating dildo he had and thrust it into her volcano. They took turns during the night with different variations. It was a night of fun and games and they were still up at dawn.

While they sat and drank coffee in the morning, discussing the night before and how fate had brought them together, Brian got serious. “You were fantastic last night.” “Thank you.” “Desire, have you ever thought of changing your name?” “No. Why? Don’t you like my name?” “I like Desire. A lot. It fits you. You desire it all. You want to experience everything, but when you are no longer singing and you said that you want to quit someday and have a real career, you might want to change your name. People, will think your badge is misspelled or that you are pulling their leg. Some might not take you seriously. I see you as a Desiree. This way, you have your name, but people wouldn’t make fun of you. You will always be Desire to me. Always!” “You have a point, I have been thinking of becoming a flight attendant and along with jokes like ‘coffee, tea or me’ I might get quips like ‘I desire you, babe.’ That would be too much. I like your name. It would fit me well. Thanks, Bri.” “Did you get enough to drink last night.” Brian quipped, changing the subject. “Yes, it tasted good, creamy, and sweet. Maybe, we can do it another time.” “We’ll see.”

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While Desiree was reminiscing, Brian was kissing Justin, but kissing was not enough and he pushed up the armrest that was between them, pulling Justin’s shirt up he started nibbling and biting his nipples. Justin moan, his member pressing upward trying to escape his pants. “Brian, Please! Brian, now!” “Patience, Justin.” Brian rubbed himself against the alabaster skin of his lover, unzipping his pants and letting his hardened, throbbing, dripping cock out to play, he spread Justin across the seats, at the same time, pulling Justin’s pants down and off. He had the blankets at the ready, draped across the seats of that at one tug, it would fall over covering Justin and him. Knowing that the curtain was closed and Desiree guarding the entrance, he wasn’t very concerned. Besides, he loved the added spice of public sex. So did Justin. Brian removed lube and condom from his jacket pocket and his jacket. He was grateful that Justin loved it when he kept his clothes on. “Keep your sounds low,” he warned, as Justin let out a groan as Brian licked his pink puckered hole. Rimming it, licking enthusiastically, he found himself immersed in the act of loving his man, forgetting all else. Pushing his tongue through, he moved rhythmically to the softened sounds of his sensuous siren. Sunshine’s sounds being the siren’s song to Brian, he always responded to those sounds that captivated him, spinning their magic.” Briaaaaan! Unhappily, he pulled out, but Justin needed him inside and he needed Justin, to feel him, to be whole inside him. He lubed up as he continued to prepare Justin. His fingers widening his baby’s hole. “Now!” “I know, baby, I know!” He pressed in, raising Justin’s legs to his chest and bending down to kiss his love. He pushed in deeper, Justin was moaning constantly now, he was dripping cum and Brian knew the two of them were too close. He grabbed Justin’s pulsating pecker, with swift hand, moving up and down the shaft with the same speed as his cock thrusting into him. He felt his sunshine tremble and prepared himself for the gripping sensation and the two burst their bundle in unison. The explosion was massive and Brian blinked and closed his eyes in the ecstatic exultation that he felt. Justin was swimming in his copulescence. Justin’s face flushed from the frantic fever of their lovemaking. He was content and satiated for now. So was Brian, who collapsed over his baby, exhausted and forgetting about his clothes.

Desiree had finished her rounds and had slipped in through the curtain hoping to see the show. She watched as the two reached their fever pitch, exploded, and collapsed on each other. She was intent on watching Brian’s face and the way he related to Justin. She had never seen him so loving. The look of sheer pleasure mixed with love he oozed fascinated her. She never thought that Brian Kinney had that depth of feeling. She needed to get to know this man better. She wanted to see the layers that Justin was privy too. He had let down his mask and she was privileged to see this other Brian, a man so complex, that the complexity only made him sexier and more alluring. She loved to watch their interaction with their bodies even in slumber.

I don’t want to disturb them but the flight is almost over. I need them to be ready for departure. Smiling, a mischievous grin upon her face, grabbing a cloth, she soaped it up, stealthily, she came close to the dozing pair, Brian still was inside Justin, his soft member, still clothed. Brian moved slightly, his prize slipping out. Desiree noticing quietly removed the sagging condom before it fell off. She immediately put the soapy, wet and cold cloth to his sleeping dragon. He jumped. “What the fuck!” “Desiree, what the fuck are you doing?” “Oh my! Brian Kinney not looking his best,” she mockingly said, as she pointed to his shirt full of drying cum. You looked so beautifully content but the flight is approaching the airport. I suggest you two clean up with this and if you have a spare shirt in your carry-on, I suggest you change. If not, keep your jacket on. This must be a first for you Brian. Never knew you to allow THAT to happen before.”

Giving her his angry smirk, he grabbed the cloth and did his best to clean his shirt and then he started on Justin, startling him. “What the…Brian!” “Get dressed. We are about to land.” “Brian, you’re…” “I know. Drop it.” By the time Desiree returned from collecting the trash of cups etc., the two were sitting in their seats as if nothing had transpired.

After making the final announcement, Desiree leaned over and whispered to Brian. “Let’s go have lunch, just the three of us, and then we can go our separate ways. I can show you a great restaurant.” Brian beamed. “Great idea. We have to be someplace by 4:00 but we can talk over old times before then.” “Me, too.” Justin kept watching the foreplay between them. Something was nagging at him. Did he just see that look he knew so well, that look that told him that Brian had already had someone? Did he really have sex with Desiree? And if so, when? “Okay, go get your baggage and wait for me. I have to sign out, collect my check, and then I will meet you at baggage.” “Fine. Justin, are you good with this?” “Yeah.” “You sure. I hear some reservations in your voice.” “No, it’s fine. I just need to ask you something later.” “Okay. I think I know.” “Desiree, we will meet you at baggage. I need to talk to Justin privately right now.” “Later.” “In a few, Brian.”

As Brian and Justin walked down the passageway, leaving Desiree to finish making sure everyone left, and everything was in order, Brian started the inevitable conversation. “Yes.” “Yes, to what Brian?” “Yes to your question.” “How do you know my question” “I know you and I know you can read me and you were getting signals. I saw your mind working overtime.” “Oh!” “Cut the shit, Justin. Yes, I did sleep with her a long time ago. She is not like other women. She is special. I will tell you all about it, later. Can you wait?” “Thanks for answering me, Brian. You read me well, too. I’ll wait, but you will not get off the hook with this one.” A long loud sigh escapes Brian’s lips. Justin smiles, grabbing Brian’s hand. “Let’s go get the bags and start this adventure.”

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