Justin watched Brian cruising the hot guy on the opposite end of the bar. He waited for the inevitable question.

"Have I had him?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah, about eight months ago, I guess."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

Brian turned to him and smiled. "Okay, guess it's you and me, again. C'mon."

"Is that a problem?" Justin asked as Brian dragged him toward the backroom.

"The only problem I have is if I don't fuck someone soon. I think I'm going to die from backed up sperm."

"It's been," Justin checked his watch, "three hours since I blew you in the car."

Brian shoved him against the wall and commanded, "Get your pants down."

"No, you get my pants down."

Brian looked momentarily distracted by a slim, cut twink leaning against the wall a few yards down, watching them. "What about him?" he asked.

"About a month and a half ago."

Brian nodded. "Oh, yeah. He was pretty good."

"I know. I fucked him a week later."

"Turn around."

Justin complied and Brian yanked his jeans down and grasped his hair to pull his head back for a kiss. As Brian pushed in Justin moaned, arching back for more. Brian leaned his forehead against the top of Justin's head and thrust steadily, occasionally dipping his head to kiss Justin's neck.

"You're hot," Brian whispered against his ear.

Justin smiled, pleased.

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, holding him tight, as he picked up the pace. Justin bit down on his lip, grunting with each thrust. Brian panted against his neck, "What about that guy?"

Justin, eyes blurred with lust, glanced to his left. "Mmm. I think I fucked him, not--oh, god, nngh--" Justin threw his head back against Brian's shoulder, turning his head for a kiss. Brian licked Justin's lips, then sucked them gently. Justin groaned and went rigid when Brian thrust at just the right angle, and again, and--

Justin jerked as he came, clawing at Brian's arms around his waist. "Fuck!"

Brian buried his face in Justin's hair and kept thrusting through the aftershocks jolting Justin's body. Justin writhed, over-stimulated after orgasm. Brian kept the pace, moaning.

"I f-fucked him. Don't kn-know about you." Justin stuttered as another wave rushed over him when Brian hit his prostate.

"Okay," Brian muttered. "Fuck him later."

"Yeah."

Justin relaxed into the fuck again and turned to nuzzle Brian's face and steal kisses while Brian worked his way to orgasm.

When Brian shuddered, groaned and came, Justin grinned, saying, "Fuck him tomorrow."

Brian nodded, thrusting gently through his aftershocks. "Or next week."

"Yeah."

Brian's kiss was sweet and Justin lingered against his lips for a minute, before wriggling his hips to let Brian know he was ready to be released.

Back at the bar, Brian touched Justin's arm and nodded toward a guy on the dance floor. Justin shook his head. "No, you had him last Friday."

"Oh. Right."

Brian motioned for another drink and Justin just grinned.


THE END