STORY TITLE: Incinerated

CHAPTER TITLE: Your skin makes me cry.

WORD COUNT: 4,313

DISCLAIMER: I do not own QUEER AS FOLK, none of the characters of the places and events that have happened previously and sometimes within in my story. The QUEER AS FOLK people created them and I take no claim to them. However, my plot and these chapters and words are all mine.

RATING: M (MATURE CONTENT = including a relationship between many gay sweaty men, mostly BRIAN AND JUSTIN—SO BEWARE )

CHAPTER SIX:

Justin tries to pull back at the brunette man's arm, chuckling lightly as the man resists his insistence to leave Debbie the fuck alone. "Sunshine, don't even fucking start with me, the woman deserves a chewing out. There is nothing worse than someone who ruins a good fuck for me—" He mumbles on as he stalks over to the usual table that Mikey, Ben, Emmett, Ted, and them all share. Brian sits himself down and pulls Justin down next to him, kneading the boy's ass for a second before drawing his hands away as if nothing happened. Michael rolls his eyes at the blonde's giggle, remembering the period when he didn't like the boy.

"Brian, stop being an ass, Debbie was just looking out for us, she didn't want us to be fighting." Justin grumbles, suddenly remembering the he is supposed to be lecturing the brunette.

Brian gives that tongue-in-cheek smirk, drawing the blonde closer by his shoulders and mumbling into his ear, "I'm simply making sure that mama Novotny doesn't interrupt us another time…because Sunshine…I've got plans for tonight." The sexy man makes sure that he growls his blonde's name, and draws out the word 'plans', eliciting a tiny groan from Justin.

Emmett coughs from across the table, smirking lightly, "excuse me, so sorry to interrupt your little—er, reunion, but are you going to order or not?" He ignores the short glare thrown towards his direction from the brunette, and stifles a laugh behind his steaming coffee mug.

Michael leans into Ben, stealing his husband's still steaming mug and taking a swig himself. Debbie wanders over, looking at the two men she had been previously yelling at through a phone last night. "Well, take my titties and twist them in a knot, you finally smartened up Brian. Sunshine here has his head on right!" The older woman musses the blonde's hair, smiling greatly at her second favorite couple, her son and his husband being her first. She takes a seat opposite from them, next to her son, and lets her eyes wander over Justin's smiling features. The pale boy has a soft smile on his face at the moment, a tentative flutter of his eye lashes as he shyly stares down at his left hand intertwined with Brian's free right hand. A faint tint of rouge dusts across those pale cheeks as the brunette whispers softly into the blonde's hair, his mouth massaging a spot on the boy's head. Hot breath fans across the boy's scalp, leaving a delicious tingling sensation that travels down his spine and trails around to his groin.

Brian always did know how to work him, so it is no surprise that the brunette realizes his affect on his blonde counterpart.

"As much as I love porn," Ted jokes, getting a little steamy from sitting next to the two of them currently undressing each other with their eyes, "I'm not quite in the mood this early in the morning." Brian growls something inaudible, and pushes Justin up so he can get out of the booth. Ted follows suit, stopping to let the brunette smooth out his precious Armani suit. Justin takes his place back at the booth and picks at an untouched plate of toast while he decides what he wants to eat.

His mind is off lost in the many different high calorie meals, when he feels the hand on his chin, guiding his delicious mind numbing lips to join with their other half. Brian's mouth descends on Justin as if he hadn't eaten in years, mapping the insides before drawing away after what seems like hours, but is in fact only a few mere moments. Quite a few of the patrons had stopped in their business to stare at the passionate show, nearly dropping the various items in their hands.

However, the moment is ruined by Debbie, who feels the need to add, "leave it to queers to get distracted by these two nearly having sex in the booth seat, while you could yell fire and they would still be demanding their order be made faster." Justin stares lustily after Brian, ignoring the traffic passing before his view. All that he can even comprehend at the moment is Brian Kinney.

"What a tease…" Justin chuckles to himself, watching the sex driven man place a quick order for coffee at the counter before heading off to Kinnetic to work with Theodore. Michael, Ben, Emmett, and Debbie all nod lightly, watching the boy with interested eyes.

"Oh fuck, since it looks like no one else if going to ask—" Debbie starts, looking at her companions all on the same side of the booth as her. Justin looks up, briefly confused, and not feeling very comfortable being the only one across from them. "What happened last night?" She hurriedly asks, wanting to know all the details of the blonde's first night with the brunette in two years.

The blonde starts hesitantly at first, "well…Brian and I yelled at each other, I threw some of my sketch books at him, and then we made up…and he saw that I was wearing his ring and he's kinda peeved at you Debbie, you sort of called at the wrong time…" Justin states awkwardly, wondering how one tells their second mother that she ruined him and Brian having sex.

Emmett bursts out laughing first, patting Debbie on the back after reaching around the two people in between them.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Ma I told you not to call," Michael hisses, rubbing a scrupulous hand over his face. "Now Brian's probably going to be pissed later today if work doesn't go well."

"I wouldn't worry about work." Justin mumbles, finally deciding he would have scrambled eggs, some toast with jam, and a nice steaming cup of coffee to warm him up. He signals to the waiter and smiles lightly when he walks over. Justin orders quickly and then inquires to the table if anyone would like anything else; however, there are no takers, so the waiter wanders off.

"And why would that be?" Emmett asks mischievously, staring over the top of his mug in unconcealed interest.

"Let's just say I'm dropping by for lunch." Justin murmurs lightly, he smiles gratefully when his coffee shows up, and nearly dies in his enjoyment of the first warm sip.

"Oh really," The whole group mumbles, Michael isn't amused, but Ben, Debbie, and Emmett see the enjoyment that the two have in each other, Brian was obviously overjoyed to have the man back.

"Anyways, what was that I heard about you wearing his ring?" Debbie chimes in, glancing at the silver band circling Justin's ring finger.

"Well I found it in my drawer, so I decided to wear it…but that's all I want, Brian's wearing his too, we're just wearing them though. No ceremony, we don't need one." Justin states, seeing the slight flash of disappointment in all their eyes. "It doesn't mean he doesn't love me," he mumbles, trying to erase the doubts from their minds, no matter how big a part of them believed Brian truly loved Justin, there was always a small part that would argue he would leave someday, and it seems now that only Justin truly knows Brian is committed.

/

Said auburn-haired man lounges angrily in his posh rolling chair, rubbing his temples in an attempt to stifle the raging headache steamrolling his forehead. "Brian did you—"

"No, Theodore, I haven't gotten around to it yet," He answers hastily, out of the presence of Justin his appearance slumps slightly, the act that had been on before, forgotten. The multitude of days spent tossing fitfully in bed have caught up to him, and no amount of wonderful rest last night, wrapped around the beautiful blonde will replace the sleepless nights as of yet. "Bring me some more coffee please." He groans, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for a moment. He hears the door close and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway. Silence is once again replaced in his office, and Brian falls into peace for a few seconds.

Ted returns moments later, silently slipping into the office and placing the mug of coffee in front of Brian on the desk. His boss had been worrying him of late, but any mention of that would earn him an ass kicking from said brunette, so he chooses to constantly look out for him.

"Come see me right before lunch, I'll have the preliminary looked over by then, and some other papers signed for you." Brian motions with a flick of his wrist for Ted to leave, and only after the man is gone does Brian open his eyes. "Fuck me…" He hisses, ignoring the pain throbbing in his head, and taking a new sip from yet another mug of coffee.

/

Brian jumps slightly when a knock sounds at his office door. He had been so engrossed in the work presented to him this morning that he had been surprised to realize at that moment it is only a few minutes before his usual lunch break at twelve-twenty.

"Come in Ted," He assumes, leaning both elbows on his desk and intertwining his fingers so he can rest his chin on them.

"Oh, shit, sorry am I interrupting? Cynthia said you weren't busy," A blonde head sticks in through the crack between the door and the wall, sheepishly holding that sexy grin that Brian had always adored.

For a moment he is speechless, it almost seems as if there was no such thing as yesterday, and this is the first time he is seeing Justin in two years. "Brian?"

"Oh what?...Right. No, I'm not busy." He quickly sputters out, something quite unlike a usually calm and collected Brian, but recently the blonde had been affecting him in so many different ways, the separation had weakened him to that delicious smile. "Come in," his voice is suddenly smooth, far more memorable of the past in Justin's mind.

Justin wanders in slowly, making sure to tease the brunette by slowly closing the door with his backside to him, and sitting down with his legs splayed apart. Brian notices the slight change in the boy's posture, eagerly letting his eyes wander over the already prominent bulge in Justin's tight jeans. "Now, what do you want?" Brian growls huskily, teasing the boy fidgeting in the uncomfortable chair.

"Has business been busy today?" Justin asks, deciding that he wouldn't be the only one uncomfortable in this situation. The blonde gets up and walks around the desk, perching on the ledge near Brian. His legs splay open again and his hands come to rest on Brian's shoulders. Brian resists the attempt to lean forward and capture those lips in a passionate kiss. Somewhere in the last few seconds, a silent challenge had been declared, and whoever lasted longer would be the victor, even if no prize were to be awarded.

"Not particularly," Brian answers easily, lying through his teeth. This morning had been hell with all the projects that were suddenly due, and his art staff had been lacking as of late. Brian had decided that he would need to apply more heat to get their asses moving.

"Oh…good." Justin pauses for dramatic effect, drawing out his words, "because…I was thinking, we could…" Brian doesn't realize himself leaning forward, but Justin notices it, subtly drawing further away, just to see how far the brunette would follow him. "Get lunch." Justin notices the tongue-in-cheek smirk hovering over Brian's face, while challenge flashes in those wonderful honey-hazel eyes.

"What a shame, I was hoping for something a little more, exciting." Brian answers simply, already putting the needed papers he must give to Ted in a stack and closing his briefcase. "But I guess it must do, can't have too much fun—"

Justin leans forward, smiling his brilliantly blinding smile the whole way, and molds his mouth over its counterpart. The blonde may have conceded this battle to the brunette, but neither of them would have been very happy if they had held out like the stubborn fools they are.

Brian draws back slightly, willing the blonde to follow his movements, chase after his lips like he always had. He needs reassurance, comfort; though he would never admit that aloud, and so he wills the blonde to follow him, sink into him. Justin smiles knowingly, playing the same game he had always been playing with Brian, and flows from the desk into the brunette's lap. With languid strokes he lets his fingers nestle in that wonderful auburn hair, while Brian re-experiences the joys of Justin's mouth.

Their experiences had always been memorable ones, amused grins flashing against needy lips and promiscuous tongues, hands wandering almost roughly along very familiar forms, while eyes say everything that would never be put into words.

Brian aggressively molds his hands around Justin's amazing ass, the fleshy globes tantalizing under tight denim. A blonde head falls back, a moan escaping despite himself. However, that is all the brunette needs to forcefully mold the blonde to him, his elegant hands sweep the desk clear of everything except his laptop. Items clatter to the floor, but thankfully, Cynthia has enough sense to hold back a worried Ted, who hadn't quite connected the dots.

Justin latches onto Brian, as the taller man lifts him up and deposits him on his back. The surface is cool, and the temperature leaks through Justin's clothes, making him shiver, but he knows that soon it will be practically steamy.

Their movements are memorized, but it still feels new every single time. Brian's cold fingers quickly divest Justin of his shirt, those same hands moving to cover every inch of the boy's skin with caresses. Shaking fingers pinch teasingly at skin and flick perky nipples, while Brian's rosy lips mark the skin along Justin's clavicle.

The blonde tilts his head to the side, allowing Brian more access to the pale flesh that had been bare of his marks for two long years. "No, Debbie to ruin this now," Justin groans, hearing the soft chuckles vibrate against his skin. Brian teases Justin a little more, letting his hands accidently brush against the bump contained in Justin's jeans. Sunshine tugs at Brian's shirt, divesting him of it when the brunette detaches himself for a second.

Both now shirtless, skin brushes against skin, and goose bumps arise in delicious greeting as shivers slide down both their spines. It almost seems as if no time had passed since Justin left for New York, their bodies sliding together as cohesively as before.

Their relationship had never been normal, and so their reunion sex wouldn't be any different. Justin didn't need a bed to feel the want coating Brian's entire form. A desk seemed an appropriate place to consummate their reunification.

Feeling desire seeping through him, and pooling in the pit of his stomach, Brian finally drags his hands away from running themselves over the bare chest presented in front of him. Teasingly slow, he drags Justin's low waisted jeans down, noticing with some satisfaction, that Justin had gone commando for the day.

"Feeling frisky today?" Brian growls, earning a much-deserved shiver. He leans down to flick his tongue over the engorged head of Justin penis, and moans quietly rejoicing in the flavor that is uniquely Justin. The blonde's fingers intertwine in auburn hair, pulling lightly with the teasing touches ghosting over his cock.

"Bri-Bri…" Justin groans, thrusting slightly, trying to get Brian to take him all in his mouth.

"Do you remember the first time we met, and I told you to hold it, but you came all over my sheets?" Brian asks, but he already knows that Justin can recall every single second of that moment in his mind.

"Y-yeah, and you taught m-me what rim-rimming was." Justin moans again, tossing his head back even further, and whacking it off the desk, but even the slight pain only adds to his pleasure.

"Oh yeah," Brian remembers, reliving in his mind the way his tongue traced down the contours of Justin's back. "Why don't we take a jaunt down memory lane Sunshine?" Without even having to ask, Brian backs and Justin immediately stands up. The blonde quickly disposes of the jeans that had been around his ankles, and turns around placing his hands on the furthest edge of the desk. "You might as well get all the way on the desk," Brian suggests, nearly salivating at the thought. Without hesitation, Justin hefts himself onto the desk, splaying his legs wider apart so his ass is almost level with the surface.

Brian Kinney takes a moment to look over the blonde boy that had snuck his way into his heart, and had managed to stay even through the bad times. Just a moment, but it speaks volumes for the amount of feelings that have developed for the delectable blonde.

Sentimentality over, Brian, still in his suit pants, moves up behind Justin, "prepared to have your brains fucked right out?" Justin's only response is a throaty breath, his thighs twitching in anticipation, cock leaking for more. "Good."

Words are done now, for they had never been useful during sex for anything more than direction. A coarsely yelled, "harder," or a moaned, "more," but neither of them liked to confess anything during the time spent connected, for that was better than anything they could think up.

Brian connects his lips to a few spots on Justin's shoulders, nips here and there, but otherwise doesn't linger. Tasting the delicious flesh is his aim, and so he lets his tongue slide down the rigid spine in the center of Justin's back. The boy nearly falls forward at the touch, proclaiming that he had missed the intimacy between the two of them in the past two years.

The auburn-haired man comes to the base of Justin's spine, the part where his back molds into his ass. A spark of lust bursts in Brian's eyes as he moves his head down further to tease the crease of Justin's arse. Spasms wrack Justin's youthful body, his moans muffled as he hides his mouth in his arm. Brian notes that fact, and decides to address it later, after his fun.

His tongue lathers the area surrounding the puckered hole, sampling the delicious taste of the beautiful blonde who had always smelled naturally good, but had always tasted even better. Words could not describe the feeling as Brian flicks his tongue yet again over the sensitive hole twitching every few seconds. Another long moan rips from the blonde's throat, but he doesn't mind the delicious mind numbing pleasure riding in his nether regions.

Brian decides not to delay the pleasure anymore, and stiffens his tongue, poking into the tight ring of muscles, and gaining access to that delicious ass. Justin squirms in pleasure, pushing back against the intruding tongue. The brunette places his hands on Justin's thighs, massaging the quivering muscles held beneath.

"Bri!" Justin chokes out, gasping as his arms buckle, and the front half of his body rests against the surface of the desk.

"It's been a while hasn't it Sunshine," Brian murmurs, pulling back for a moment to feel for the bottle of lube and box of condoms he keeps in his desk drawer. Generously coating three of his fingers in lube, he inserts a single one, letting the blonde writhe beneath him. After a moment of wriggling the finger around, he taps the bundle of nerves inside of Justin, sending the boy nearly sputtering over the other side of the desk. Brian rolls his eyes, and adds another finger, feeling the blonde hiss slightly, but after a second relax and push back against his fingers. "Greedy aren't you?" Brian teases, adding another finger and scissoring all three, feeling Justin seize for a moment as he tries to get used to the feeling of having something enter him. It had been two years, but knowing what pleasure would come next, Brian can tell how eager the blonde under him is. "Ready?" He urges, hitting the boy's prostate with his fingers and sending the boy groaning against the desk.

"Y-yes." Is the panted reply.

"Wonderful," Brian hastily strips out of his dress pants and boxers, haphazardly kicking them to the side, something quite un-Kinney of him. He would have usually at least draped them over something, those Armani pants had been expensive. However, at the moment he doesn't give a damn about the fucking pants. "Flip over," He tersely orders, watching with satisfaction as Justin flips onto his back.

He rips the condom package open with his teeth, and rolls the sucker onto his hard cock, nearly groaning at the friction just caused by his hand. Brian aches to sheathe himself fully in Justin's tight ass, but a little longer of a wait will only make claiming the prize all the better. He generously coats his member with lube, and lines up with Justin's entrance, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a second. "Ready Sunshine?" He groans, but only receives a mere shake of the head; however, he is sure Justin's shivering is testament enough to the blonde's close release.

Taking a second to enjoy the view once again, Brian slowly pushes into the blonde, growling with lust as he feels the tight heat surround him. Nothing had ever compared to the lusciousness of claiming his blonde. Everything he had ever known had been rewritten over and over again because of this boy, and he had never once regretted letting the boy into his life.

Brian stops when he is flush against the pale boy's ass, the feeling of Justin's channels clenching him almost too much. However, the brief pause allows him to collect himself, Justin pants beneath him, and with a silent ghost of a, "move…now." Brian pulls out hurriedly and slams back in, ramming Justin's prostate with delicious force. The boy moans heatedly, causing Brian to erratically thrust in again, his fingers clenching at the boy's hips, already leaving hand shaped bruises. However, the boy would wear them with pride.

Flushed from head to toe, and achingly hard, Justin pushes back against Brian, willing the man to pick up some sort of rhythm. Brian senses the urgency, and picks up the speed of his thrusts slightly, building until he is nearly ramming the boy's prostate every time. Justin yells out in ecstasy, his fingers leaving scratch marks on Brian's shoulders as the man pumps into him. A few more thrusts and Brian wraps his deft fingers around Justin's swollen member, smiling to himself at the beads of sweat coating the boy's forehead. Almost tenderly, Brian reaches down and places a chaste kiss on those swollen rosy lips under him.

Justin is groaning a mixture of things, his words coming out in rushed whispers in between expletives, "brian, fuckfuckfuckfuck,…harder, brian…" Words have always failed Brian, but the warmth that radiates through him at the sound of Justin moaning his name has always sent shivers down his spine.

"Close Sunshine?" Brian asks teasingly, speeding up the erratic pumping of the boy's dick.

"God, yessss." Justin growls, rolling his pelvis so that Brian sinks an inch more into the boy's tight heat. Brian gasps, feeling the boy spill his load all over his hand, and while his channels tighten around the brunette's dick, he loses himself, coming down to land with his palms bracing himself on the desk and Justin's arms around his torso. He rides out his climax with Justin, both of them panting in pleasure.

Sweat makes both their bangs cling to their forehead, and the room smells pungently of cum and male sweat. "How fitting," Brian growls lightly, always having preferred the musk of men to anything that could apparently be bottled and sold over a counter. There had never been anything that came close to the natural stink of men after sex, it was simply addicting.

"Well, if that wasn't the best lunch I've had in a while," Justin states breathily, still panting from the exertion.

"Damn fine," they look at each other and burst out laughing, Brian moving to lean on his elbows so that the side of his face rests comfortably on the blonde's stomach. "Though I do think my legs have turned to jello," the brunette admits, feeling that if he were to stand up he might just collapse to the ground.

"Aw, ickle Bri getting a little old?" Justin teases softly, running his fingers through the still soft auburn locks of the man he had always loved.

"Never, I'll never be old." He hisses jokingly, breathing out over the pale flesh and earning a little giggle.

A knock at the door removes them from their fantasy world, "Brian I suggest you get yourself together, Ted needs those papers and your lunch break is almost over, one of your appointments is coming soon."

"Duty calls," Brian whistles lowly, pushing himself up and off the lounging blonde still laid out on his desk.

"Rage going to save Gayopolis?"

"You bet your ass JT, now get up, can't have my clients see something so delicious modeled out on my desk." Brian directs the boy to the bathroom, his ass teasingly the swaying as he walks into the private bathroom area complete with shower, toilet, sink, and changing area.

The brunette sets about cleaning up the mess that had happened during their moment of uninhibited passion, but then decides that as long as he has the necessary paper work on the desk, then he doesn't need to care about the other things he had thrown on the floor for now.

"Just another typical day at the office," Brian murmurs with a grin as he pulls the condom off and throws his clothes back on.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, but Christmas and then shit just happened (i had over eleven people in my house for a week) so it didn't give me a lot of time to write slashy goodness.

anyways, enjoy, I have finally given you sex. ;D

-alex