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wren_kt7ozThis one was written for a challenge. Had to include certain words, but I've forgotten what they were. It's set sometime between 311 and when Brian starts Kinnetik.
Justin wants Brian's help with a project. Brian has to acknowledge that the camera doesn't lie.
As always it's for Adults Only and by clicking on the link you are asserting that you fall into that category.
Say "Cheese"
“Say ‘Cheese’,” Justin sing-songed and tried not to laugh at his lover’s scowl.
Brian was laying spread out across the bed, attempting to take up enough space for two. “Remind me again why we’re wasting time doing this when we could be out having a good time?” he demanded.
“Because,” the would be film maker found himself explaining for the umpteenth time, “Tom lent me the camera and it’s a good opportunity to try out the new video editing program that I got last week.”
“That you pirated, you mean.”
“Well, if you want to be technical,” Justin mumbled, as he finally managed to fix the camera at the angle that he wanted. Sighing with relief, he turned it on, and slid sensuously across the bed to his lover.
“Justin …” Somewhat to his own surprise, Brian felt more than a little uncomfortable about what Justin was proposing they do.
“Brian, it will never leave our computer. I promise not to copy it, I promise not to let anyone else see it. I won’t even put it up on the BK Sex God website,” he grinned.
“What the fuck!”
“Joke, Brian, joke.”
“Not funny,” his lover huffed. It was clear that he really wasn’t in the mood for this, and the camera was just wasting memory.
Sighing, Justin got up and deleted everything filmed so far. Then he sat back down on the bed and ran his hand over his lover’s chest, sliding his fingers between the buttons of Brian’s black sleeveless shirt to gently tease his skin.
“Brian we talked about this. Tom is the lecturer for the unit on film editing I was taking this semester. He’s been good enough to lend me the camera, and give me access to all the class notes, so that if ever they do rescind the suspension, I won’t have any trouble making up the time in this subject at least. I’ll still have to do some assignments but at least I can practice in the meantime and get to know what I’m doing.”
His hand was now unbuttoning the shirt and softly spreading it open. As his fingers teased Brian’s left nipple, he breathed huskily, “You want me to practice, don’t you? So that I know what I’m doing?”
He leant down and his tongue took over where his fingers had left off, freeing his hand to move down to the man’s fly.
He was gratified to find a significant bulge, which thickened further as he squeezed, gently at first, and then harder. Brian rewarded him with a grunt, and spread his legs a little wider. Happily, Justin climbed between them, stripping off his own shirt on the way.
He undid the man’s pants and pulled the fly wide open, pleased that Brian had foregone underwear as requested, and that the long thick cock that he loved so much was free now and more than half erect. He wrapped his hand round it and very gently stroked it. Then gripped it firmly and tugged a little. Brian gasped, and his lover smiled down at him, once more gently stroking the length, and then rubbing his thumb across the head. It responded willingly, thickening further and releasing a bubble of pre cum.
Justin straightened and shook back his hair. One hand still caressing Brian’s cock, he used the other to tease his own nipples till both were hard little peaks jutting out from his chest. Looking down at the man lying supine before him, he was delighted to see that Brian’s eyes had glazed over with lust, and his lips were wet and dark with desire.
Bending forward, he gave one sweep of his tongue across the glans of his lover’s cock, and then gripped the man’s pants firmly and pulled them down. He slid down to the end of the bed, pulling them with him, and, after freeing them from Brian’s feet, he threw them aside and stood on the bed.
He knew that he was out of camera range, just as he knew that Brian didn’t realize that the camera was still running – he’d turned it on again after wiping the memory – which meant that the camera was focused on his lover’s body, his lean torso, that wonderful cock and the man’s face, flushed and alive with desire; desire for him. And he was about to increase that look, if he knew anything about it.
Sliding his hands down his chest, he began to sway his hips sinuously from side to side. Brian’s eyes lit with pure lust and, to Justin’s intense pleasure thinking of how it would look on film, the man slid his tongue out and seductively licked his lips.
“C’m here,” he purred. “There are some things that I want to practice.”
Justin smiled at him and shook his head a little, still swaying his hips. “In a little while. For now, just … enjoy the show.”
Slowly, he began to unbutton his jeans, rewarded by the visible increase in the man’s arousal. He slid the fly wide apart and allowed own erect cock to thrust forth. Brian began to pant noticeably.
Then, hips still rotating slowly, Justin turned and teasingly began to slide the denim down over his right cheek. He couldn’t see Brian’s face now, but he could hear by the man’s loud breathing that he wasn’t losing his interest. The left cheek followed. As the flesh became visible, he slid his hand over his butt caressingly.
“Shit, Justin, get that bubble butt down here!” The urgency in the man’s voice hit a nerve that went straight to Justin’s cock. His own heart rate kicked up a notch or two.
With a throaty laugh, he pushed his pants down all the way and kicked them off. Then, he knelt and, bending forward slightly, he pulled his ass cheeks apart. He heard a growl from Brian and then the man had grabbed his hips was pulling him back a little. A hot tongue licked wetly right up his crack and he gave a harsh gasp. It deepened to a groan when Brian’s tongue, circling once around his asshole, stiffened and pushed inside.
Justin forgot the camera, forgot everything except the amazing feeling of being rimmed so skillfully by the man he adored. He knew he was close to coming but couldn’t even gather his voice to articulate that to his lover. But Brian seemed to know, because he pulled back. Justin, forcing himself to be patient, heard the sound of a condom tearing, and a soft squelch as Brian lubed himself. Then Brian’s hands were once more on his hips, guiding him back onto that lovely hard cock and, after the first pinch as it entered him, it hit all the right places on the way in and made him desperate for more.
He braced his feet to give himself purchase, and with Brian’s hands still on his hips supporting him, he began to ride it hard, twisting a little to ensure that it went on hitting his prostate and squeezing it as he pulled away, clamping his muscles tightly, to ensure that Brian’s pleasure equaled his own. His hips pumped harder and faster, his thighs and calves aching, his face flushed and his body dripping with sweat.
He needed to come now, badly, and could hardly take it in when he heard Brian’s voice, “Lean back now. Let me …”
There were no more words, but as he leant his head back against his lover’s shoulder, the man slid one hand round to grip his aching cock. Swiftly the man used Justin’s pre cum to lubricate the shaft, then gave one, two, three skilful tugs which brought the thick white cream shooting through his fingers and across the flat stomach as Justin’s orgasm ripped through him.
The tight spasms of those inner muscles as his orgasm crested drew the desired response and Justin heard Brian give one deep guttural moan, and felt the man’s cock jerk hard within him as Brian’s own orgasm peaked.
For a long moment they rested, Brian’s head against the back of Justin’s neck, his arms around his young lover’s waist. Then slowly, they drew apart, Justin finding the energy to lift himself from the man’s softened cock and then rolling to the side. Brian removed the condom, and lay down beside him.
He stroked the blond hair back from the younger man’s sweat streaked forehead. “That,” he commented with a satisfied smirk, “was hot.”
“Damn right,” Justin replied, hoping that the film had captured even half that heat.
*********
With the right coaxing, Brian had proved amenable to a few further practice sessions, but the last couple of days had proved fairly fraught. Justin had spent many hours on the computer editing the film clips, and for some reason had not been his usual horny self when Brian had got home. The truth was that, watching his sexy lover and their antics on tape had usually meant that he needed some instant relief, and he’d found himself jerking off more often than he had since he’d been a teenager. Well, since before Brian, anyway.
For his own part, Brian had had a fairly stressful week outside the loft. He’d had a number of meetings with potential clients and potential new employers, and while these all looked promising, they’d taken their toll, and he’d felt in need of more attention than he’d received the past couple of nights.
Tonight was Saturday night and as far as he was concerned he was going to go to Babylon and engage in some major pain management – with or without the blond bombshell.
He got home from his regular Saturday workout at the gym (thank God that membership was good for another six months, anyway) to find a strange TV sitting in the middle of the loft, hooked up to a DVD. In front of it were the futon, and a pile of cushions and sheets. The blond bombshell, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Then he realized that the shower was running, and, a grin tugging at his lips, he tracked his Sunshine into the bathroom. Through the shower glass, he saw Justin turn to him. He stripped quickly, and, as Justin opened the door of the shower, stepped through into his lover’s waiting arms.
The first kiss was long and slow. The second hard and deep. Then. as Justin’s mouth left his and began to move down his body, he felt himself relax and, as the artist’s talented mouth and tongue touched all the right places in all the right ways, he began to rethink the whole idea of leaving the loft any time soon. After nearly a week of semi-frustration, he came quick and hard and Justin climbed to his feet licking away the cum which had spilled out before he could swallow it all.
“Feel better?”
“Mmm, good enough to eat you.” He started to kneel to return the favor, but his young lover stopped him.
“No, that was just for you. I know I haven’t been much … fun, these last few days.” He wound his arms round Brian’s neck and stood on tiptoe to press his forehead against the taller man’s. “I thought we could make up for it tonight.”
“You want to go to Babylon?”
“Oh, I’ve got a much better idea than Babylon.”
Justin turned off the shower, and reaching for a towel, began to dry the man’s body slowly and sensuously.
“I thought I could make some popcorn and we could watch a movie.”
“A movie?” Brian said cautiously. “On Saturday night?”
Justin’s blue eyes twinkled at him wickedly. “Well, there are movies, and … movies,” he said teasingly.
“Sunshine, I am not watching Yellow Submarine.”
Justin giggled, and having finished toweling Brian dry, began on himself.
“Or Moulin Rouge. Again.”
“No, guess again.”
“Well, let’s see,” Brian said over his shoulder as he moved to the bedroom and started to look for clothes. He raised an eyebrow as Justin held up his black silk robe, but allowed the younger man to slide it up his arms and tie it loosely round his waist. As Justin began to pull on the matching blue robe Brian had bought for him when he’d moved into the loft after the bashing, he went on. “for me to want to stay home and watch it would have to have someone really hot in it.”
“Mm hm,” Justin agreed, moving down the steps towards the kitchen, and giving his hips a little wiggle on the way.
He pulled out a packet of corn, and popped it into the microwave.
“And there would have to be at least one hot sex scene.”
“Oh, more than one,” Justin promised..
“But it would need to be better made than the average dick flick.”
“Oh, absolutely. The film I had in mind was made by a very talented young film maker. Right here in Pittsburgh, actually.”
“Really?” Brian sounded amazed at that piece of information. “I didn’t know we had any, er ... talented film makers,” he emphasized those words, coming up behind Justin and groping him as he took the popcorn from the microwave and emptied it into a bowl, “in Pitts. However much talent we have in other areas,” he finished, giving Justin’s butt one last loving squeeze.
Justin holding the bowl of popcorn in one hand, turned in his arms and kissed him happily. “You’d be surprised,” he said.
Brian laughed down at him, and, taking two beers from the fridge, and holding them in one hand, clasped the other round Justin’s free one and led him towards the improvised couch.
“Come on and surprise me then. But you’d better have made me look good, Sunshine.”
Dropping onto the cushions, and reaching for the remote, Justin smiled at him lovingly. “You could never look any other way.”
“Yeah, well …” Brian found himself once more a bit nervous about this. It was one thing to do it, it was another to …
But then Justin’s hand slid inside his robe and warm fingertips brushed across his stomach. “I re-shot the strip scene just for you,” he whispered. “So you could get a camera’s eye view this time.”
He didn’t mention how nervous and just plain ridiculous he’d felt doing it. He knew that Brian would have been disappointed that the camera had missed most of it, so he’d put aside his fears and thought potent thoughts of his lover, and it had turned out okay. Well, more than okay, he hoped. He wanted Brian to find it damned hot.
They wriggled round on the cushions till they were comfortable, Brian propped up on the cushions, Justin leaning back into Brian’s arms. The beer and popcorn were close by if needed, although Justin hoped that they would very soon be forgotten entirely. Taking a deep breath he pushed the buttons on the remote and began screening his first film for its sole audience. He was fairly sure that the subject matter wasn’t what Tom had had in mind when he’d lent him the camera. But hell, practice was practice. And anyway, it was time that someone made the perfect gay porn movie – and no one else could, because no one else had access to his own sexy stud to star in it.
As soundtrack started, and the screen flickered with life, he felt an increasingly large lump digging into his spine and found himself wondering how much longer Tom would let him have the camera. There were so many ideas he hadn’t had a chance to try yet, and maybe tonight …
But then his attention was captured by the images on the screen, and once more he saw what he’d been aware of all the week as he worked on the editing, the arresting beauty and rightness of the two bodies as they moved together. As he watched, he felt the larger of those two bodies begin to curl around his own possessively and the action onscreen and off screen began to merge into one whole of heat and lust and, against all the odds, love.
Brian, through the heat and lust engendered by both the man in his arms and the images on screen, recognized what he was seeing and sighed a little. A smart man knows when to recognize defeat, and Brian was a very smart man. He knew he’d never again be able to deny his feelings, not with the evidence captured so vividly, and permanently, by the camera.
Admitting defeat, and knowing he was giving this scene at least an unexpected twist, he waited till the action, onscreen and off, had wound to a climax, then leaned down and whispered softly into the ear of his sexy co-star, “I love you, Justin.”
Eyes bluer and more beautiful than he’d ever seen in any movie theatre widened and then blazed with light. Brian, lost in those eyes, found himself whispering the words again.
Promising faithfully that no one else would ever know, and bribing him with all his incredible – talents – Justin even managed to persuade him to say it again for the camera. The truth was having said it once, Brian didn't think he was ever going to be able to stop saying it. And, having made sure the camera captured the look in Justin’s eyes as he said it, he wasn't sure he'd ever wanted to.
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Justin wants Brian's help with a project. Brian has to acknowledge that the camera doesn't lie.
As always it's for Adults Only and by clicking on the link you are asserting that you fall into that category.
Say "Cheese"
“Say ‘Cheese’,” Justin sing-songed and tried not to laugh at his lover’s scowl.
Brian was laying spread out across the bed, attempting to take up enough space for two. “Remind me again why we’re wasting time doing this when we could be out having a good time?” he demanded.
“Because,” the would be film maker found himself explaining for the umpteenth time, “Tom lent me the camera and it’s a good opportunity to try out the new video editing program that I got last week.”
“That you pirated, you mean.”
“Well, if you want to be technical,” Justin mumbled, as he finally managed to fix the camera at the angle that he wanted. Sighing with relief, he turned it on, and slid sensuously across the bed to his lover.
“Justin …” Somewhat to his own surprise, Brian felt more than a little uncomfortable about what Justin was proposing they do.
“Brian, it will never leave our computer. I promise not to copy it, I promise not to let anyone else see it. I won’t even put it up on the BK Sex God website,” he grinned.
“What the fuck!”
“Joke, Brian, joke.”
“Not funny,” his lover huffed. It was clear that he really wasn’t in the mood for this, and the camera was just wasting memory.
Sighing, Justin got up and deleted everything filmed so far. Then he sat back down on the bed and ran his hand over his lover’s chest, sliding his fingers between the buttons of Brian’s black sleeveless shirt to gently tease his skin.
“Brian we talked about this. Tom is the lecturer for the unit on film editing I was taking this semester. He’s been good enough to lend me the camera, and give me access to all the class notes, so that if ever they do rescind the suspension, I won’t have any trouble making up the time in this subject at least. I’ll still have to do some assignments but at least I can practice in the meantime and get to know what I’m doing.”
His hand was now unbuttoning the shirt and softly spreading it open. As his fingers teased Brian’s left nipple, he breathed huskily, “You want me to practice, don’t you? So that I know what I’m doing?”
He leant down and his tongue took over where his fingers had left off, freeing his hand to move down to the man’s fly.
He was gratified to find a significant bulge, which thickened further as he squeezed, gently at first, and then harder. Brian rewarded him with a grunt, and spread his legs a little wider. Happily, Justin climbed between them, stripping off his own shirt on the way.
He undid the man’s pants and pulled the fly wide open, pleased that Brian had foregone underwear as requested, and that the long thick cock that he loved so much was free now and more than half erect. He wrapped his hand round it and very gently stroked it. Then gripped it firmly and tugged a little. Brian gasped, and his lover smiled down at him, once more gently stroking the length, and then rubbing his thumb across the head. It responded willingly, thickening further and releasing a bubble of pre cum.
Justin straightened and shook back his hair. One hand still caressing Brian’s cock, he used the other to tease his own nipples till both were hard little peaks jutting out from his chest. Looking down at the man lying supine before him, he was delighted to see that Brian’s eyes had glazed over with lust, and his lips were wet and dark with desire.
Bending forward, he gave one sweep of his tongue across the glans of his lover’s cock, and then gripped the man’s pants firmly and pulled them down. He slid down to the end of the bed, pulling them with him, and, after freeing them from Brian’s feet, he threw them aside and stood on the bed.
He knew that he was out of camera range, just as he knew that Brian didn’t realize that the camera was still running – he’d turned it on again after wiping the memory – which meant that the camera was focused on his lover’s body, his lean torso, that wonderful cock and the man’s face, flushed and alive with desire; desire for him. And he was about to increase that look, if he knew anything about it.
Sliding his hands down his chest, he began to sway his hips sinuously from side to side. Brian’s eyes lit with pure lust and, to Justin’s intense pleasure thinking of how it would look on film, the man slid his tongue out and seductively licked his lips.
“C’m here,” he purred. “There are some things that I want to practice.”
Justin smiled at him and shook his head a little, still swaying his hips. “In a little while. For now, just … enjoy the show.”
Slowly, he began to unbutton his jeans, rewarded by the visible increase in the man’s arousal. He slid the fly wide apart and allowed own erect cock to thrust forth. Brian began to pant noticeably.
Then, hips still rotating slowly, Justin turned and teasingly began to slide the denim down over his right cheek. He couldn’t see Brian’s face now, but he could hear by the man’s loud breathing that he wasn’t losing his interest. The left cheek followed. As the flesh became visible, he slid his hand over his butt caressingly.
“Shit, Justin, get that bubble butt down here!” The urgency in the man’s voice hit a nerve that went straight to Justin’s cock. His own heart rate kicked up a notch or two.
With a throaty laugh, he pushed his pants down all the way and kicked them off. Then, he knelt and, bending forward slightly, he pulled his ass cheeks apart. He heard a growl from Brian and then the man had grabbed his hips was pulling him back a little. A hot tongue licked wetly right up his crack and he gave a harsh gasp. It deepened to a groan when Brian’s tongue, circling once around his asshole, stiffened and pushed inside.
Justin forgot the camera, forgot everything except the amazing feeling of being rimmed so skillfully by the man he adored. He knew he was close to coming but couldn’t even gather his voice to articulate that to his lover. But Brian seemed to know, because he pulled back. Justin, forcing himself to be patient, heard the sound of a condom tearing, and a soft squelch as Brian lubed himself. Then Brian’s hands were once more on his hips, guiding him back onto that lovely hard cock and, after the first pinch as it entered him, it hit all the right places on the way in and made him desperate for more.
He braced his feet to give himself purchase, and with Brian’s hands still on his hips supporting him, he began to ride it hard, twisting a little to ensure that it went on hitting his prostate and squeezing it as he pulled away, clamping his muscles tightly, to ensure that Brian’s pleasure equaled his own. His hips pumped harder and faster, his thighs and calves aching, his face flushed and his body dripping with sweat.
He needed to come now, badly, and could hardly take it in when he heard Brian’s voice, “Lean back now. Let me …”
There were no more words, but as he leant his head back against his lover’s shoulder, the man slid one hand round to grip his aching cock. Swiftly the man used Justin’s pre cum to lubricate the shaft, then gave one, two, three skilful tugs which brought the thick white cream shooting through his fingers and across the flat stomach as Justin’s orgasm ripped through him.
The tight spasms of those inner muscles as his orgasm crested drew the desired response and Justin heard Brian give one deep guttural moan, and felt the man’s cock jerk hard within him as Brian’s own orgasm peaked.
For a long moment they rested, Brian’s head against the back of Justin’s neck, his arms around his young lover’s waist. Then slowly, they drew apart, Justin finding the energy to lift himself from the man’s softened cock and then rolling to the side. Brian removed the condom, and lay down beside him.
He stroked the blond hair back from the younger man’s sweat streaked forehead. “That,” he commented with a satisfied smirk, “was hot.”
“Damn right,” Justin replied, hoping that the film had captured even half that heat.
*********
With the right coaxing, Brian had proved amenable to a few further practice sessions, but the last couple of days had proved fairly fraught. Justin had spent many hours on the computer editing the film clips, and for some reason had not been his usual horny self when Brian had got home. The truth was that, watching his sexy lover and their antics on tape had usually meant that he needed some instant relief, and he’d found himself jerking off more often than he had since he’d been a teenager. Well, since before Brian, anyway.
For his own part, Brian had had a fairly stressful week outside the loft. He’d had a number of meetings with potential clients and potential new employers, and while these all looked promising, they’d taken their toll, and he’d felt in need of more attention than he’d received the past couple of nights.
Tonight was Saturday night and as far as he was concerned he was going to go to Babylon and engage in some major pain management – with or without the blond bombshell.
He got home from his regular Saturday workout at the gym (thank God that membership was good for another six months, anyway) to find a strange TV sitting in the middle of the loft, hooked up to a DVD. In front of it were the futon, and a pile of cushions and sheets. The blond bombshell, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Then he realized that the shower was running, and, a grin tugging at his lips, he tracked his Sunshine into the bathroom. Through the shower glass, he saw Justin turn to him. He stripped quickly, and, as Justin opened the door of the shower, stepped through into his lover’s waiting arms.
The first kiss was long and slow. The second hard and deep. Then. as Justin’s mouth left his and began to move down his body, he felt himself relax and, as the artist’s talented mouth and tongue touched all the right places in all the right ways, he began to rethink the whole idea of leaving the loft any time soon. After nearly a week of semi-frustration, he came quick and hard and Justin climbed to his feet licking away the cum which had spilled out before he could swallow it all.
“Feel better?”
“Mmm, good enough to eat you.” He started to kneel to return the favor, but his young lover stopped him.
“No, that was just for you. I know I haven’t been much … fun, these last few days.” He wound his arms round Brian’s neck and stood on tiptoe to press his forehead against the taller man’s. “I thought we could make up for it tonight.”
“You want to go to Babylon?”
“Oh, I’ve got a much better idea than Babylon.”
Justin turned off the shower, and reaching for a towel, began to dry the man’s body slowly and sensuously.
“I thought I could make some popcorn and we could watch a movie.”
“A movie?” Brian said cautiously. “On Saturday night?”
Justin’s blue eyes twinkled at him wickedly. “Well, there are movies, and … movies,” he said teasingly.
“Sunshine, I am not watching Yellow Submarine.”
Justin giggled, and having finished toweling Brian dry, began on himself.
“Or Moulin Rouge. Again.”
“No, guess again.”
“Well, let’s see,” Brian said over his shoulder as he moved to the bedroom and started to look for clothes. He raised an eyebrow as Justin held up his black silk robe, but allowed the younger man to slide it up his arms and tie it loosely round his waist. As Justin began to pull on the matching blue robe Brian had bought for him when he’d moved into the loft after the bashing, he went on. “for me to want to stay home and watch it would have to have someone really hot in it.”
“Mm hm,” Justin agreed, moving down the steps towards the kitchen, and giving his hips a little wiggle on the way.
He pulled out a packet of corn, and popped it into the microwave.
“And there would have to be at least one hot sex scene.”
“Oh, more than one,” Justin promised..
“But it would need to be better made than the average dick flick.”
“Oh, absolutely. The film I had in mind was made by a very talented young film maker. Right here in Pittsburgh, actually.”
“Really?” Brian sounded amazed at that piece of information. “I didn’t know we had any, er ... talented film makers,” he emphasized those words, coming up behind Justin and groping him as he took the popcorn from the microwave and emptied it into a bowl, “in Pitts. However much talent we have in other areas,” he finished, giving Justin’s butt one last loving squeeze.
Justin holding the bowl of popcorn in one hand, turned in his arms and kissed him happily. “You’d be surprised,” he said.
Brian laughed down at him, and, taking two beers from the fridge, and holding them in one hand, clasped the other round Justin’s free one and led him towards the improvised couch.
“Come on and surprise me then. But you’d better have made me look good, Sunshine.”
Dropping onto the cushions, and reaching for the remote, Justin smiled at him lovingly. “You could never look any other way.”
“Yeah, well …” Brian found himself once more a bit nervous about this. It was one thing to do it, it was another to …
But then Justin’s hand slid inside his robe and warm fingertips brushed across his stomach. “I re-shot the strip scene just for you,” he whispered. “So you could get a camera’s eye view this time.”
He didn’t mention how nervous and just plain ridiculous he’d felt doing it. He knew that Brian would have been disappointed that the camera had missed most of it, so he’d put aside his fears and thought potent thoughts of his lover, and it had turned out okay. Well, more than okay, he hoped. He wanted Brian to find it damned hot.
They wriggled round on the cushions till they were comfortable, Brian propped up on the cushions, Justin leaning back into Brian’s arms. The beer and popcorn were close by if needed, although Justin hoped that they would very soon be forgotten entirely. Taking a deep breath he pushed the buttons on the remote and began screening his first film for its sole audience. He was fairly sure that the subject matter wasn’t what Tom had had in mind when he’d lent him the camera. But hell, practice was practice. And anyway, it was time that someone made the perfect gay porn movie – and no one else could, because no one else had access to his own sexy stud to star in it.
As soundtrack started, and the screen flickered with life, he felt an increasingly large lump digging into his spine and found himself wondering how much longer Tom would let him have the camera. There were so many ideas he hadn’t had a chance to try yet, and maybe tonight …
But then his attention was captured by the images on the screen, and once more he saw what he’d been aware of all the week as he worked on the editing, the arresting beauty and rightness of the two bodies as they moved together. As he watched, he felt the larger of those two bodies begin to curl around his own possessively and the action onscreen and off screen began to merge into one whole of heat and lust and, against all the odds, love.
Brian, through the heat and lust engendered by both the man in his arms and the images on screen, recognized what he was seeing and sighed a little. A smart man knows when to recognize defeat, and Brian was a very smart man. He knew he’d never again be able to deny his feelings, not with the evidence captured so vividly, and permanently, by the camera.
Admitting defeat, and knowing he was giving this scene at least an unexpected twist, he waited till the action, onscreen and off, had wound to a climax, then leaned down and whispered softly into the ear of his sexy co-star, “I love you, Justin.”
Eyes bluer and more beautiful than he’d ever seen in any movie theatre widened and then blazed with light. Brian, lost in those eyes, found himself whispering the words again.
Promising faithfully that no one else would ever know, and bribing him with all his incredible – talents – Justin even managed to persuade him to say it again for the camera. The truth was having said it once, Brian didn't think he was ever going to be able to stop saying it. And, having made sure the camera captured the look in Justin’s eyes as he said it, he wasn't sure he'd ever wanted to.
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Date: 21/7/12 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 22/7/12 12:30 am (UTC)Your icon is kind of like the scene in my mind when I wrote it. Quite inspiring. *g*
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Date: 21/7/12 10:45 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 22/7/12 12:31 am (UTC)Yes ... they do so often personify both those qualities. :)
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Date: 21/7/12 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 21/7/12 06:36 pm (UTC)My favorite line: "the perfect gay porn movie – and no one else could, because no one else had access to his own sexy stud to star in it." DAMN RIGHT.
Love this.
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Date: 22/7/12 02:07 pm (UTC)Hot and loving all at the same time. :)
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Date: 1/8/12 02:49 am (UTC)And, you know, if worse came to worse, Justin could become a billionaire by selling copies of that video. ;)