Walking up the steps into the apartment complex, Brian kept playing the conversation between him and Daan in his head. Justin was feeling helpless. Well that was understandable: his entire life had just been turned upside down and there was nothing anyone could have really done to stop it. Not only that, but he still had no idea if it was safe to return home. As much support as Brian felt he has been giving his husband, he begins to wonder if he could do more. Of course I can, he tells himself, I’m Brian Kinney. Entering the elevator, he sets his plan in motion. It actually wasn’t anything too strenuous. In fact, Brian feels guilty for not thinking about it before. Justin’s feelings were so obvious, how could Brian not have sensed it before? Here they were, living in this fantastic city and Justin is pushing Molly to do things she likes to do and giving her the autonomy he knows she needs… so why wasn’t he doing the same for Justin instead of just lending silent support and fabulous fuck-fests? No. There was plenty more that Brian could be doing for Justin and that was going to start now. Exiting the elevator, Brian strides over to the door and unlocks it, hoping to find Justin still at home. ---- Justin, who had been sitting in front of the television, looks up when the door opens. Smiling, he greets, “You’re back!” and turns off the TV. “After PT I came back and took Molly to that dance company to try out one of their classes.” Walking over to his partner, he lightly kisses his lips, “She told me you went out a few minutes after I left… is everything okay?” Smiling, Brian leans forward and kisses Justin again. “Mmm, strawberries?” Justin shrugs, “I got hungry.” Grinning, Brian kisses him a third time. “Now I’m getting hungry too.” Chuckling, Justin wraps his arms around his lover’s shoulders, “Oh really?” Brian nods with a knowing grin. “Hmm, so what are you going to do about that?” He asks teasingly. “You mean, what are you going to do about that.” Brian corrects as he takes a step back. Turning towards the bedroom, he walks away from Justin, removing his shirt and tossing it in his partner’s general direction. Justin follows, “Me? Oh I think I can come up with a few things.” “Well I’m looking for just one,” Brian comments, turning back to look at his lover. He arches his brow, “And it looks to be up already,” he states as his gaze lands on Justin’s sweatpants that were quickly becoming tighter around the crotch. With a wicked smile, Justin walks over to his husband and quickly begins to undo Brian’s belt, pulling down his pants. On his knees, he looks up at his partner before engulfing his lover’s cock deep into his mouth and letting it settle at the back of his throat before forcing himself to swallow. With a moan, Brian closes his eyes, the tightening sensations around his cock sending shockwaves through-out his body. “Fuck…” he groans, grateful that he was standing close to the mattress. Swaying backwards, he barely registers Justin’s hands pushing him back until he’s suddenly sitting on bed. Pulling back, Justin smiles seductively, “Want more?” Brian is about to reply with a ‘what the fuck do you think?’ when his thoughts return to that…thing: control. Tongue in cheek, he changes his mind, “Do you want more?” Surprised; Justin half-smiles; not sure where his lover is going with this. “I always want it, Brian.” Ain’t that the truth. he thinks to himself, however instead of voicing those words, he slides back on the bed, resting his head against the pillow. Curious, Justin crawls above him and straddles his partner’s thighs. Tilting his head to one side, he asks, “What’s going on?” This was definitely different. Usually by this point Justin would be on his back with Brian’s cock slamming deep inside his ass. Smiling calmly, Brian places his hands behind his head, watching Justin’s confused expression above him. “You mean other than the fact that I’m as hard as a rock and not fucking you within an inch of your life?” “Is there more than that?” Justin asks, “Because really, that’s the only thing I’m wondering about right now.” Chuckling, Brian doesn’t move. Keeping his hands behind his head, he responds, “I want you to do whatever you want.” “Pardon?” “This is about you, Justin.” Frowning, Justin has to ask, “Did you take something?” Brian can’t help but laugh out loud. He supposes it is an unusual request for him to make. Generally he was the one doing the leading… though there were definite times when Justin was running the ‘game,’ so to speak. However recently, Justin had been playing a more passive role in their sex life… just taking it. Which Brian never saw as anything to be concerned about… I mean, the blonde was still cumming so obviously he was having a good time. And who doesn’t like being fucked senseless? But the more Brian thought about it, the more he realized that as much as Justin loved being fucked into the mattress, this was an area he had, perhaps subconsciously, relinquished some control over. When was the last time his blonde lover initiated sex? And when was the last time Justin ‘did the work,’ so to speak… “Brian?” Smiling, Brian decides to elaborate, “I want you to get off… the way you want to get off. I want you to do whatever it is you want to do…with me.” Justin simply stares at him for a few moments. “Seriously, Brian, did you take something? Because the stuff here can be really strong.” “I didn’t take anything, Justin.” Frowning, Justin doesn’t move and Brian realizes he isn’t entirely convinced. Smiling, Brian shakes his head. “I want you to take control.” “Control?” Justin asks, his mind beginning to buzz. “Where did you go today?” “Less talking, Jus.” Brian replies, “I’m hard. You’re hard. I think you can figure out the steps.” Laughing, Justin shakes his head, “And you’re just going to lie there?” Brian nods. Justin laughs again. “Seriously?” He nods again. “I’m not moving.” Seeing this as a challenge, Justin leans down and begins to nibble against his lover’s neck. Brian grits his teeth and stares up at the ceiling. There was nothing he wanted more than wrapping his arms around Justin… but this wasn’t about him. This was about Justin. Sitting up, Justin is surprised. He knew that was one of Brian’s many weak spots. “You’re really serious.” Exhaling slowly, Brian closes his eyes. Justin continues to stare at him. The man was serious. “Brian?” Opening his eyes, Brian wills himself not to throw his lover down on his back and start fucking the living shit out of him. “Yes?” “Are you angry?” Justin asks, because really he had no idea what to make of this. “No.” “Okay.” Brian closes his eyes again. “You’re just going to lie there?” He asks again. “Unless you plan on moving me,” Brian answers. Justin frowns. He isn’t sure whether to be turned on or concerned. Curious, Brian opens his eyes again. “Is there a problem?” “I’m just incredibly confused.” “Well I’m incredibly hard so let’s move past your confusion.” Brian states as he closes his eyes again. Justin continues to stare at his lover. Opening his eyes, Brian can’t help but grin at his bewildered lover. He asks, “What happened to that open-minded twink I picked up under a lamp post?” Justin returns the smile. Okay he thinks to himself, I can do this. It wasn’t the first time he had taken the lead during foreplay and sex… however he knew that since the wedding, he had been taking a more passive role in it. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it: hardly! Being fucked by Brian was definitely up there in his ‘top three’ list. Justin wasn’t sure what had happened, but was more than ready to remedy the situation. Leaning down, Justin lightly grazes his tongue across Brian’s lips. The inviting softness causes a slight murmur from his bed companion, but nothing more. With a bemused smile, Justin repeats the action, this time letting his tongue slide gently between his husband’s lips, lightly grazing his lover’s teeth with the tip of his tongue before pulling back. Though Brian’s eyes are closed and he isn’t moving, Justin can tell that it’s taking Brian some effort by the sudden furrow of his partner’s brow. Pressing his body against Brian’s, Justin exhales slowly, letting his breath graze against his lover’s neck and throat before gliding his lips down Brian’s chest. “Mmm,” he sighs, letting his mouth roam across his husband’s smooth skin, licking and taunting each nipple until they are pert. Biting the inside of his cheek, Brian tries to remain still, but is finding it hard too. By the time Justin’s skilled mouth reaches his navel, Brian knows it’s futile to remain silent and opens his mouth, “Fuck…” he whispers. “We’ll get to that later,” Justin promises before tongue-fucking Brian’s navel. “Shiiit, Justin…” He moans, pressing his palms hard against the back of his head to keep from moving. This was getting hard, in every sense of the word. Burying his face against his lover’s pubes, Justin breathes in his scent before licking the base of his husband’s shaft. Slowly, he swallows the entire length, moaning once the tip reaches the back of his throat. The vibrations pulsate through-out Brian’s body, “Oh Fuck…” Again and again Justin slowly sucks, licks, swallows and moans, stopping before his husband has a chance to cum. “Justin…” Brian arches forward, fucking his lover’s mouth for several seconds before firm hands push his hips back down. Sitting up, Justin smirks and reaches for a condom. At first he had planned to fuck his husband into the mattress, but now he had a craving for Brian’s cock inside him. He could always fuck him into the mattress later. Sheathing the condom over Brian’s throbbing cock, Justin takes the lube and works it inside his ass, watching Brian’s expressions shift as he fingers himself. “God, Justin…” Brian moans, willing himself not to cum from the sight. Lifting up, Justin positions himself above his lover’s cock and teases the tip with his hole a few times, biting his lower lip to keep from moaning at his own delicious torture. Brian swallows hard, arching his hips forward only to have Justin lift off even higher. With a frustrated sigh, he lets his hips drop and is about to say something when his husband slides down with one of the most exquisite moans ever heard. Hissing, Brian tilts his head back, his entire body becoming engulfed by the tight heat of his husband’s luscious ass. Between half-closed lids, Brian stares his lover’s face which clearly shows the ecstasy within him. He wants to tell Justin ‘You’re beautiful,’ but instead comes out with a groaned, “Fuck…” Justin smiles, lifting himself up before slowly bringing himself back down, “Mmmm,” he moans. Reaching up, Brian rests his hand on Justin’s heart and closes his eyes as his husband rides him, Brian’s other hand grasping Justin’s thigh. Watching Brian’s expressions, Justin knows his husband is close and he tightens his grip on Brian’s hand as well as on his cock. Arching forward, Brian grits his teeth, trying to hold off as long as possible but the increased pressure on his dick was proving otherwise. Bucking his hips, Brian slams hard against Justin’s favorite spot, loving the sounds coming out of his mouth as he continues to hit his prostrate over and over again. Pushing Brian’s hand down to his own dick, Justin cums after the second pull, “Fuck…” he groans, falling forward. Brian opens his eyes, watching the lights dance across his vision. Wow. He barely registers Justin rolling off of him, removing the used condom and throwing it away. It isn’t until Justin returns to the bed that Brian turns to face him. Wow. “Not bad.” Justin chuckles, “You weren’t so bad yourself.” Grinning, Brian looks up at the ceiling and stares at the fan. With a contented smile, Justin joins him watching the view. After a few minutes, he finally says, “This is nice.” Brian nods, “Yeah. It is.”