Thanks to Eka for the banner and Lois for beta'ing Brian’s POV I hate uncomfortable situations but I seem to be smack dab in the middle of one now. I know how to talk to Justin but Daphne is new and she and Justin have this weird relationship where they can finish each other’s sentences and I don’t want to feel left out when it comes to Justin. Fuck, everything with Justin is just so hard and yet so right and I find myself wishing that Daphne would just disappear and I could be alone with him once again. I see in Justin’s eyes that he feels the same and although Daphne stays and talks with us for a while, I can’t think of a word she says and the whole time I’m just wishing her gone. Finally after what seems like hours but is only about twenty minutes, Daphne leaves to go to bed. We both watch her walk down the hall to her room and when we see the door close, our eyes are back on each other and we both know what is about to happen. Justin gets up and even though I would love to play the aggressor, I can’t move very well. He comes over and offers me a hand. I look at his outstretched hand for a minute, because somehow I know that the minute I take his hand, it will change me forever. I look up into his eyes, searching for answers to questions that I’m not even sure of. When we lock eyes I see a new look in his azure ones, I don’t know what the look is but it’s soft and it fills me with a sense of calm that I don’t remember ever feeling. Once that feeling spreads through my entire body, I take his hand with an unknown confidence. He pulls me up and I know we’re going to have sex but I have no idea how we’re going to do it. That’s a thought I’d never had but it true, we are both in pain but we can’t seem to stop ourselves from consummating whatever this thing is. When we reach the bedroom we stare at each for a minute and start to laugh. “This is going to be difficult.” “Yeah, you want to wait?” “Hell no! Do you?” “Fuck that, I want to touch you.” Justin starts taking off my clothes slowly and when I try to help, he pushes my hand away. “Mine.” His sexy possessive growl makes my cock throb and fuck, I didn’t think I could want him more but I was so wrong. So I start going for the buttons on his shirt and again he knocks my hand away. I’m starting to get impatient with not being able to touch. Then Justin slides my shirt off my arms and pushes me back towards the bed lightly. When my legs hit the bed, I move to get on it with Justin’s help and I feel emasculated. Then I feel Justin’s soft hand touch the side of my face, turning it to him. I meet his eyes and unlike the pity I was sure I would see in them, I only see lust and another emotion that I’m not sure I recognize but I know it is good and I know I want to be looked at that way forever. Again the look in Justin’s eyes has calmed me and I crawl back further on the bed. As soon as I’m situated, Justin reaches up and undoes my pants. He then crawls up my body, sliding his along mine the entire way and when he reaches my waist, he grabs my pants and starts to slowly pull them down. When they pass my groin and my rock hard erection pops out, I watch as Justin gets momentarily distracted by it. Justin stares at it for a while before his tongue pokes out and he starts lapping at it like it was his favorite flavor popsicle. I groan at the delicious sensations he is creating in me but God, I want more. “Suck me.” Justin raises and hovers his mouth over my cock and I’m imaging his lips closing over the head and I close my eyes in preparation of the pleasure I can almost feel already and then I feel him quickly pull my pants off in one tug, gliding down my body. I open my eyes to protest and I see Justin with his fingers on the buttons of his shirt and my protests die in my throat. I watch as he slowly and sensuously opens the each button and I don’t know whether I should tell him to hurry up or cum spontaneously. “Stop fucking teasing Justin. I want you.” These seem to be the magic words as Justin rips off his clothes and quickly climbs on the bed. I once again wonder how we are going to do this because I know he needs me to bottom for him and I’m not in the best shape. I try to ignore the fact that this will probably not be able to be a time when one of us can penetrate the other and I’m running my hands all over his body, caressing every place I can reach from my still position. “I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I think this is the only way I could do it but I want to do it with you.” I look into his eyes again but this time to make sure he was alright and not to make myself alright. When I see only a little apprehension, I nod my head and then watch the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I watch as Justin lubes up his fingers and slides them into his body stretching himself open for me. Justin catches my glance and smiles in a slightly evil way and then turns himself so I have a better view of his fingers disappearing into his tight hole. I see Justin pop his fingers out and I want to tell him to keep going but then he swings one of his legs across me and grabs my cock, sheathing it. He then lines my dick up with his hole and while looking into my eyes he drops all the way down. I watch the pain pass over his face and I grab him and drag him against my chest. “Why?” “It just had to be you and I would have chickened out.” I wait for him to adjust and then I can tell he’s in no pain as he tries to get up so he can ride me but I won’t release him. I keep him tight up against my chest and then lay my feet flat on the bed and start to thrust up into him. We quickly find a rhythm and within minutes I feel that familiar tingling in my balls and reach between us to stroke him off. As our orgasms claim us simultaneously, a voice screams out. “I love you.”