Pairing: Brian and Justin
Word Count: 200
"I'll meet you guys back here in an hour," I say, silently thanking the stars above that Justin possessed the wisdom to steal my credit card, leaving a paper trail for me to follow all the way to New York.
The little twat's had me sick with worry for his safety in the big city and, dare I add, full of regret that I had kicked him out.
"I was hoping you would find me first," he calmly explains when I ask what the fuck he thinks he's doing.
I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life.
Shoving my shirt from my shoulders, he lets the hotel bathrobe he's wearing fall to his feet, exposing his teenaged body and pink erection. I'm sure he can read my helplessness at the situation.
I glide my palms over his smooth torso after pushing him down onto the bed. When I plunge my cock into the depths of his being, it feels like I'm the one who is coming home.
He fucks me like he never wants anyone else to fuck him again. Ever.
I wonder how long I'll wait til I ask him to please never leave me again.