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Lessons

Triciaqaf

So Miss Plum’s (plumsuede's) Conservatory has inspired me to write something, um, naughty. So if you don’t like a little D/S with your fic, don’t click on this one.

NC-17

Part 1

You have one new message… Justin hit the button on his cell phone to start the message playback while he fiddled with the clasp on his bag, trying to get the damn thing to close with one hand.

“Justin.” The sound of Brian’s voice made Justin smile, turning his attention to the phone and forgetting the backpack. There was a pause in the message, making Justin wonder what was up. He realized he was holding his breath when he heard Brian start to speak again. “Remember your question last week?” Justin’s eyes widened. Now he was definitely paying attention. Brian’s voice on the message got lower, sexier. “If you were serious, make sure you’re home before I am. You’ve got something new to learn…”

Justin was still holding his breath when he realized he needed to choose whether to save or delete the message. He let the air out of his lungs slowly as he pressed 9 to save it. Then he got up quickly, rushing to gather his things. He had no idea when Brian would be home, but he was damn sure he was going to get there first…

………………..

When Brian walked in the door he had to smile at Justin’s backpack thrown in the front entrance. Not that he appreciated Justin leaving his shit lying around… well, that wasn’t totally true. He remembered how clean the place was when Justin was gone, and that wasn’t what he wanted either…

Brian started to walk towards the kitchen when Justin came out of the bathroom. Justin’s smile lit up his face like a Christmas tree before he dropped it down to a coyer, sexier smile. He walked towards the kitchen, his hands rubbing the water out of his freshly washed hair. Brian smirked appreciatively, glad to see Justin had made it home in enough time to get ready. Not that he really knew what he was getting ready for…

He circled around the island to stop in front of Brian, his hands reaching for Brian’s waist to pull him into a kiss. Brian let him, his mouth pressing gently against Justin’s. Justin leaned into him, deepening the kiss, but Brian stood still, his hands at his sides. When Justin pulled away, Brian looked down at him, his tongue poking into the corner of his cheek. Justin smiled again, his hands stroking Brian’s sides softly. Brian raised an eyebrow to ask the question, and Justin nodded slowly, his face getting more serious, more expectant. Brian continued to stare down at him, smiling to himself when Justin pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, worry and desire flashing across his face.

Brian leaned his head down and kissed Justin again, letting his tongue flick the surface of Justin’s lips before pressing inside them. Justin sighed into his mouth, his hips folding into Brian’s. Brian could feel Justin’s cock against his thigh, chuckling softly at the evidence of Justin’s arousal. He dropped his hand between them and rubbed his thumb over the outline of Justin’s cock through his pants. Justin sighed again, a small sound escaping his lips.

“Looking forward to this…?” Brian smirked as he pulled back, his hand trailing away from Justin’s body. Justin blushed slightly, making Brian reach out his thumb to brush softly against the pink cheekbones. He bent his head down again, his lips hovering over Justin’s. “Maybe you shouldn’t be…” he whispered as he pulled away, opening the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Brian took his time, letting Justin stand there. He was pleased to see that Justin stayed still, waiting for Brian to give him instructions. He swallowed a long sip of water, then looked back at Justin again, his eyes slowly traveling Justin’s body. He put down the bottle of water, then placed one hand in the center of Justin’s chest. He pushed slightly, making Justin walk back out of the kitchen.

When they were beside the dining room table, Brian stopped. He pulled out a chair for himself, easing his long body into it gracefully. Justin watched, his heart starting to pound in his chest. He really wasn’t sure what he was in for here…

Brian watched him stand there for a long moment, Justin feeling hot under the intense scrutiny. He knew Brian was toying with him, but it was working… He tried not to shift on his feet, tried to focus on standing still and waiting patiently. And tried not to focus on the blood pulsing in his cock…

Brian brought his eyes back to Justin’s finally. His voice came out so low it made Justin strain to hear it. But the tone was unmistakable…

“Take your clothes off.”

Justin held Brian’s gaze for a minute, then started to reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. He had it halfway up when Brian’s voice reached him again.

“Slowly…”

He slowed his hands immediately, a warm flush creeping into his cheeks again. Christ, he felt like a little kid. It had been a long time since he’d felt inexperienced and unsure around Brian. But that was a part of this little game, and Justin knew Brian was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Justin let his shirt fall to the ground behind him, then slowly reached for his pants. He let his hands trail down his chest, closing his eyes briefly at the feel of his warm, dry hands against his skin. He let both hands slide inside the waist of his pants, his thumbs hooking the fabric to pull it down. His fingers brushed over his hips, tickling the top of his thighs as he continued to push downwards.

“Feel good…?” Brian murmured quietly, his voice laced with amusement as well as desire. Justin smiled at the sound, his head nodding slowly in response. His nerves were completed inflamed, his own touch feeling a thousand times more erotic with Brian watching him like this. With Brian commanding him…

Justin felt his pants fall to the floor, letting him step out of the pool of fabric at his feet. He let his hands fall to his sides, feeling Brian’s eyes sweeping his naked body. His cock stood out away from his body, the shivers running down his spine making it twitch in the cool air of the loft.

Justin jumped slightly when he heard Brian’s chair scrape across the floor as Brian stood up. He kept his eyes focused on a spot in the middle of Brian’s chest, not trusting himself to look into Brian’s face right now. Brian moved closer to him, stopping when he was almost close enough for Justin’s dick to brush his pants. Then he leaned over to one side, pulling out another chair at the table.

“Sit.” Brian’s voice was still warm, but not welcoming. There was no discussion tonight…

Justin sat down, the chair cold under his bare skin. He sat up as straight as he could, his hands resting on his thighs. He snuck a glance at Brian’s face, then looked away immediately when Brian saw him looking. Brian’s hand reached under his chin, tipping his face upwards.

“You may look at me…” Brian’s voice was velvet covered steel, making Justin’s eyes flash up to his face. “You want to look at me, don’t you Justin?”

Justin pulled his lower lip into his mouth again, nodding.

“For tonight, you may look at me. If we do this again, you will keep your eyes on the floor unless you are spoken to. Understand?” Justin nodded silently, a flush burning in his cheeks at the same time his cock twitched painfully. Fuck, this was hotter than he expected, which made him blush again…

Brian let his hand linger on Justin’s chin, then trailed it down Justin’s neck and across his shoulder. Justin felt branded by the heat of Brian’s touch, his body winding tighter and tighter the further into this they got.

Brian started to walk around the side of Justin’s chair, his hand still whispering feathery caresses on his shoulder. He stopped behind Justin, leaning forward until his head was close to Justin’s. He put one hand on each shoulder, his fingers kneading the muscles for a moment. Justin sighed into the touch, his whole body relaxing. Brian started to move again, his hands trailing as he went. He stopped in front of Justin, his hands now resting on his own thighs. Justin waited, still staring at Brian’s chest. Noticing the subtle pattern in Brian’s tie, trying not to think about how turned on he was…

He jumped when Brian’s foot kicked the side of his, pushing it against the leg of the chair. He did the same with the other foot, spreading Justin’s legs slightly. Justin sat up straighter, holding his feet tight against the chair legs. Brian then reached forward and picked up one of Justin’s hands. Justin watched as he lifted it over the side of the white chair, pulling it around to the back, his fingers wrapping Justin’s around the back chair leg. He did the same with the other arm, forcing Justin’s shoulders back and his chest out. Justin wasn’t uncomfortable physically, but he felt totally naked, completely exposed. His cock was throbbing now…

Brian started to walk away, leaving Justin in the dining room while he went into the bedroom. Justin waited, nervous, wondering what exactly Brian was getting in there…

He came back, something dark and soft in his hands. Justin watched as he pulled one long sash from the pile in his hands, kneeling down in front of Justin’s chair. Justin jumped when Brian’s hands touched his ankle, the soft fabric wrapping around it, pulling it snug against the chair leg. He flinched slightly when Brian tied it tight, completely immobilizing his lower leg. He closed his eyes when Brian did the same to the other leg. When Brian stood and walked behind the chair, Justin tried not to whimper as he felt the sashes binding each of his wrists to the chair legs.

Brian came back around in front of the chair now, standing with his hands on his hips. Justin flicked his eyes up to Brian’s face, seeing a small, dangerous smile on Brian’s wet lips and dark pink patches high in Brian’s cheeks. Justin lowered his eyes again, the sight of Brian’s arousal flooding him with lust.

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