His loft was...impressive. Amazing, actually. The way everything was so neat and clean, so well put together. Everything matched, everything was in a perfect arrangement. Everything was super expensive and most likely top-of-the-line. I sensed a major case of OCD immediately.
Brian tossed his keys and jacket on the counter. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, his voice echoing loudly in the wide open space as he walked towards the fridge.
"Umm, just water would be nice," I called back to him. I was walking around like a lost idiot, slowly taking in the sights, the atmosphere. Being sensitive to people's vibes and the energies of a room, I was starting to get a read on his place. There was a feeling of accomplishment, but also an air of dissatisfaction and doubt. His profound confidence - or was it cockiness? - certainly permeated the air, but I could sense that it was veiling something. It'd take me a bit longer to find out what exactly, though.
"Head's up." My thoughts were interrupted as I turned just in time to see a water bottle flying at my face. I caught it right before it would've taken me out. "Nice one," Brian said, walking over from the kitchen.
"Uhh, thanks," I said. I suddenly felt extremely awkward and honestly didn't know why I was there, or why he'd asked me there. Did he have something planned? What the fuck were two queers, one of each sex, supposed to do in each other's company?
"Please, take a seat, won't you? Make yourself comfortable." Brian gestured towards the living room area, and the lavish, no doubt designer, couch. I took a seat at the end and he chose the chair directly beside it, facing me. I noticed he was barefoot now. He took a swig from his water bottle, then looked at me and gave a quick raise of his eyebrows. He gestured toward me with his free hand.
"You alright? You look a little...timid," he said, really annunciating the final consonant of the word.
I took a deep breath, trying to do so without him noticing. He'd caught me. I struggled to find any sort of believable excuse, so I figured I'd just be blunt. Seemed like the only way to handle Brian Kinney, anyway. He could cut through people's bullshit like a knife - this was a read I'd gotten from him very early on.
"I'm just...not sure exactly why you brought me here," I said.
Brian nodded, tonguing at his bottom lip. "Huh, honesty. Imagine that. I'm impressed," he said, seeming to mull it over mentally. "Don't typically expect that from people." His voice quieted, becoming more gravelly. He let out a long, but somewhat fast and forced exhale. He appeared to be settling in to his domain, relaxing.
"Well, might as well lay it out there, right?" I shrugged. He looked like he wanted more. "Besides, you seem to be...easy to talk to."
I couldn't believe the words had just escaped from my lips. That confident smile - it was back on his face. I instantly regretted my openness. Or at least, I told myself I should.
"Tell me...Sage - have you always had such strong opposition to marriage?" The way he said my name made my breath catch in my chest - just for a second. His voice had dropped down into his lower register. I had to swallow before I could respond.
"Pretty much as long as I can remember, I guess," I said, suddenly doubting every word I spoke for some reason. "I never had a good representation of it at home - "
"How so?" Brian asked.
"Well, my parents were fucked up," I said.
"Mine too," he responded calmly, blinking once as he finished.
"...m-my father was abusive towards my mother - "
"Mine too."
"...and my mother developed a shitty drinking problem because of it..."
He chuckled, seemingly in disbelief. "Mine too," he said, his slow nod once again making itself present. His voice quieted nearly to a whisper. He looked smaller for a moment, and I sensed a deep inner pain - one that was most likely shunned and repressed. I instantely felt a new warmth for him, simulataneously with a pain inside my chest, tugging at me and strangling my heart. My empathy was going into overdrive. It'd be the death of me, for sure.
Brian glanced briefly down at the floor, then at his hands, then back up at me, silent. As we looked at each other, I couldn't help but realize that I was beginning to notice his features. His strong eyebrows, his chiseled jawline, his intense eyes...
"Anything else?" he asked, still studying me, his eyes darting quickly side to side as his focus intensified.
I had to swallow again. Was this man stealing my saliva or something?! "I was an only child, so I grew up kind of lonely. I'd known from an early age that my mother was a Wiccan, and lots of other kids knew it, too. So I didn't have many friends growing up. Boys especially always teased and made fun of me. I mean, when I realized I was gay it didn't bother me too much, but still, it was a pretty lonely existance..."
I paused, feeling like I'd gotten off the subject. Still, Brian looked interested.
...his soft hair, pretty hair, much prettier than most guys had...
"...anyway, my mother used to perform protection spells and rituals. It was her main method of self defense. I guess my dad just eventually grew bored of her not putting out or whatever, so he started cheating and she finally threw him out. I just grew up with a really sour taste of the whole marriage thing in my mouth," I said. It was too much, and he was certainly going to think I was crazy at this point. Why the fuck did I have to say all that?!
No indication of that was on his face, however. He looked at me, calmly, evenly, and just blinked. His breath was steady.
...his perfect nose, his chin, his beautiful lips...
Oh no. Shit. Fuck. No, no, no... This couldn't be happening...
Wordlessly, Brian let out the tiniest of chuckles I'd ever seen in my life. A devilish little smirk took hold of the right corner of his mouth. Was he reading my mind? Did he know?
Good lord, I've never seen a man be so beautiful. He's almost not even human. He can't be human. I don't feel this way about human guys...
The silence thickened and wrapped itself around us. It started to choke me. I felt like I needed to escape, desperately, then -
"I appreciate you sharing that with me," Brian said, just barely nodding.
I exhaled one long sigh of relief. I felt my shoulders relax, and the tension in my face melt away. Brian rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, licking it as he thought.
Though my body was relaxed now, it was paralyzed in place. Brian hadn't taken his eyes off of me, and it was as if the green spheres were pinning me down. I started to question if he had supernatural powers.
"Can I show you to the bedroom?" he said finally, breaking the silence. He said it so casually, too - I was totally thrown.
"What?" I said, nearly choking on my water.
"The bedroom," he repeated, casually.
"I'm just confu-"
"No need to be, it'll all make perfect sense in no time at all," he interrupted, those gravelly tones melting all over my being.
His eyes burned into mine. His face appeared calm, as did his body language. However, I could sense - for the first time - that he was feeling just about as paralyzed as I was. I was reminded once again that I didn't know what the fuck was going on.
He was messing with me, surely. He had to be. This was all a big joke. Still, he didn't wait for my response, just chuckled almost silently to himself, reached forward and set his water down on his glass - no doubt super expensive - coffee table, then reached for mine and did the same. Wordlessly he stood, offered his hand out to me, and cocked his eyebrow up.
In the silence he stood, staring down at me. Breathing. Waiting. I didn't seem to be in charge of my body anymore - something else had taken over. I swallowed, looking at his hand, hovering in front of my face. I closed my eyes for a brief second, waiting for protesting thoughts to arise, to cuss me out, to tell me I was a fucking fool and that there was no way any good could possibly come from Brian Kinney leading me anywhere. I waited, but nothing happened.
So I took his hand. And the most adorable little smug smile overtook his mouth before his bit his lip and blinked it away quickly. I heard his breath deepen, and something in the energy between us instantly shifted.
I allowed him to guide me, silently, his hand gently, but firmly, grasping mine. I listened to the sounds of his bare feeting slapping against his wood floors as he led me to the bottom of the stairs leading up to his bedroom. We paused in front of the opening. My eyes quickly darted in between the shutters, looking over his giant bed, the rows of blue lights illuminated above it. There was an intensity pouring out of the room, spilling out into the open area. The entire place screamed of sex, of seduction.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Now the inner critic really was shouting at me. Get out of here! What the fuck are you doing?! He is going to destroy you! You can't trust him! You're a lesbian, for fuck's sake!
I swallowed, hard, my eyes shut tightly for a second. When I opened them, I found Brian staring calmly at me, waiting. His thumb brushed over the top of my hand that he was holding. For some reason, the tension in my body relaxed. I exhaled in relief. Yet I was still terrified -
- terrifed and more excited than I'd felt in years -
I shook my head slightly as I looked back at him, his beautiful, haunting eyes calmly fixated into my own. My heart was in my throat and I wasn't even sure there was room for my voice to get through.
"Brian, what - "
"Wanna fuck?" he asked, blinking, a cute, tiny, innocent smile spreading across his face. But he wasn't fooling anyone - the thoughts in his mind were the furthest thing from innocent.
Once they hit my ears, the words nearly knocked me down.

You goddamn better wanna fuck. Christ

I was on his bed, supported firmly by his mattress, and yet, I felt like I was falling - like if the floor wouldn't stop me, that I'd fall right through the Earth.
My body, my core, my very being had been reduced to rubble. I was liquid. He'd melted me down to molten lava.
I felt just about as hot as such, at least.
His delicious lips - god - Brian Kinney's delicious lips were on mine, smacking against me over and over again.
He moaned as he tasted me, fed on me. My body sank - melted - even further into his bed. I wasn't even sure how that was possible. If I'd been standing, I could've been knocked over with a feather, or one small breath of the wind. What was it about this man that stripped me of all my power? If I wasn't so goddamn turned on, I might've been extremely disturbed.
My mind kept replaying the turn of events as we kissed. Him leading me, by my hand, over to the bed. Him, looking at me, wordlessly, dropping my hand so that he could pull his shirt off over his head, and then toss it, without a second thought, to the floor beside him. Him affirming non-verbal consent from me as he tenderly brought his hands to my waist, just beginning to grab the bottom edge of the fabric of my top. I'd blinked, exhaled, and nodded. Everything moved in slow motion as he gripped the fabric, and our arms rose together as he pulled my shirt off, exposing my black lace bra, and tossed it to the floor to join his in a forgotten heap.
My eyes briefly darted to the pile on the floor, my breath quickening in my chest. My loins were burning, and my heart was going insane. I didn't know what to pinpoint the feelings as, but lust was certainly at the forefront. Also present were nerves...and a questionable warmth, a fondness. A mutual understanding that needed to express itself physically.
I was broken out of my trance by the feeling of Brian's hand cupping my chin, the tip of his thumb rested right below my bottom lip. My eyes instantly found his face once again. He raised his eyebrows ever so slightly at me, seeking reassurance.
"Everything alright, princess?" he asked, his voice firmly securing me under his spell once again.
I swallowed. "Yeah," I breathed, barely audible. His eyes narrowed a tiny bit as he nodded gently. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and licked it, studying me to be sure.
I breathed deeper, harder, feeling myself sink further into my choice. I glanced down at Brian's hand, brought one of my own up to grasp his, and bent my head forward to kiss his thumb that was rested there.
It felt tender, my first expression of affection for him. It also felt so vulnerable and terrifying that if I hadn't immediately looked up into his eyes again, I might've wet myself - in a bad way. My shoulders trembled ever so slightly. Brian blinked, ran his hand smoothly back along my face, then down my neck and over to my shoulder. He took a step forward, his body now pressed right up against mine, and lifted his other hand to my opposite shoulder. He squeezed for a second, and then massaged the tension away. I felt myself relax at his command, an exhale of gratitude escaping through my open mouth.
His face was right there in front of me, taunting me, holding me captive. My eyes fell down to his lips and he seemed to take that as permission. Before I knew what was happening, Brian Kinney's lips pressed lightly against mine. A lightning bolt shot through me.
I didn't even have time to kiss him back, as within what seemed like a fraction of a second and with one swift, yet firm motion, he bent forward and wrapped his arms under me, picking me up. A sharp inhale expressed my surprise, my eyes darting over the floor beneath me, which had suddenly gotten much further away - yet I felt strangely at home in his arms. I barely had any time to appreciate his strength, his perfectly toned and muscular arms. I looked at him once again. He was looking back.
"Ready?" he whispered, touching the tip of his nose to mine.
"Yes," I whispered back.
With that, he brought his head forward once again and gave me a loud, hard smooch. I did have the awareness and the chance to kiss him back this time, and I felt a fire flaring up within me.
Our lips parted, and Brian carefully walked forward, laying me down atop his made bed as if I were precious cargo. I breathed, my body instantly feeling at home. A strange sense of confidence came out of nowhere. It was my natural state, yet it'd been mostly absent in Brian's company. He swung his right leg over me, and climbed on top. His fists supported him for the brief moment he was in a plank, hovering above me. He looked down into my eyes, holding me in place yet again without the use of any physical touch.
In that second, I knew I was fucked. That I was going to let this man do things to me that no other ever had, or ever would. Then, not breaking eye contact, he dropped his hips first. My entire being quaked as I felt his pelvis collide against mine. He was so hard, and I was already dripping. Then with an exhale, he dropped his upper half down, now totally covering me. With a look of total hunger in his eyes, Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, ran his tongue over them, then dove forward and kissed me.

Brian. Kinney's. Lips. Sliding over mine. Pulling back and then pressing against me again and again. That satisfying, hungry smacking sound as our mouths parted and then met once again. It all chorused together with the moans vibrating from our throats.
My arms were wrapped around him, my hands running through his hair. His beautiful, soft hair. I grasped a tuft of it and gave a little tug, to which he responded with a deeper moan, and a harder kiss. Once again, my loins quaked.
His hands cupped my head. He'd been running them gently along and down my face and back up again until I'd done that little move. Then it was as if he'd taken my cue that he could get a bit naughtier. He gripped himself a good handful of my hair and tugged. I moaned and bit his bottom lip. He let out a groan so primal sounding that it completely disarmed me. Any sort of resistance left in my body fled the building.
He swept his tongue along my lips, then found the parting and slid it inside my mouth. I instantly opened my mouth wider, inviting him in. His tongue ran over mine, massaging it. Our bodies pressed harder against one another. His cock was straining against his jeans. It felt like he was trying to grind a rock against me. But the place where he pressed just felt so good.
I ran my hands down along him to his back. His perfectly toned, strong back. I grasped at him and then turned the tips of my fingers downward, sinking my nails in, scratching him a bit. He responded with another moan, sucked my top lip into his mouth, and gently bit down.
So wet. So, so wet. Our mouths, and my cunt.
His hips grinded against me, slowly, but so firmly. My ass pushed down into his mattress. Without any thought to it, I mirrored him, matching his movements, grinding back. It felt so naughty having him on top of me, pressing into me and making out with me. There really was no other word for it. But it was driving me crazy in the absolute best way possible.
Brian continued to kiss me as he began running his hands down my face, down my neck, then down my shoulders and over my arms, eventually connecting with my hands, which he grasped and promptly pinned down against the bed, over my head. I groaned, half in surprise, half in arousal. He pulled back from me for a moment, looking down and studying me, pure lust painted across his gorgeous face. Heavy breaths fell out of his open mouth, his chest and shoulders heaving with his desire. He looked into my eyes, blinking, calmly, evenly, then his eyes moved down along my body.
I worried for a second that I'd be a turnoff to him, despite everything leading up to this moment. But as he studied my half naked torso, he bit his bottom lip, and dug his hips into mine, harder than ever. With a deep moan, he dove forward and gave me a hard kiss. He didn't waste any time after - kissing from the side of my mouth along my jawline, down my neck. I moaned as he licked me, running his hot, sticky tongue all the way down to my collar bone. Once there, he paused and then sucked, drawing a bit of my skin into his wet and inviting mouth.
I moaned, so loudly that it would've made a past version of myself blush. My mouth totally open, I threw my head back, pressing hard into his pillow. Brian moaned in response as he sucked, grinding against me with the hottest confidence I'd ever witnessed. He alternated licks, sucks, and gentle bites along my clavicle. My back arched in response, and more moans escaped me, involuntarily.
"Brain!" I gasped, unable to hold it back.
He gave my collar bone one last gentle kiss, and I looked down in time to see him peering up at me with narrow eyes, a self-satisfied, tiny grin spread across his mouth as he continued what he was doing. Seeing that look on his face made me drip all the more. Brian closed his eyes again and kissed down to the center of my chest, then ran his tongue down into my cleavage. I gasped, fighting for fresh oxygen, my chest heaving, my back arched more than ever. I grinded against him, attempting to relieve some of the tension, yet failing and only bringing about more.
He kissed the tops and insides of my breasts, and licked once more in between. Then he released his grip on my hands and ran his down along me to my shoulders. In unison, his hands grasped my bra straps and pulled them off my shoulders, down, down, down until my bra uncovered my chest entirely. I didn't have time to feel exposed, as he took my right nipple into his mouth immediately. My back arched up and released back down to the bed in ecstasy. My hips thrust against his. My mouth opened wide to let out my most desperate moan yet.
Brian flicked his tongue across my nipple just enough to really get me going crazy. He switched to my other breast and did the same. Both of my nipples were so hard now, it was almost painful. He lifted his head back and watched himself run his hands over me, and then with both of his hands, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed, gently enough to be somewhat respectful, but just firmly enough to make me cry out in response.
I was complete putty in his hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me. My body knew this, and it grew even wetter and more open to his every suggestion. Warmth - fire - burned inside of me, swirling up from my groin all the way to my chest.
Brian continued to grasp my chest as he kissed down along my stomach. He ran his tongue down my center line, all the way down below my belly button, stopping only when he reached the top of my pants. He once again alternated kisses, bites and sucks along my abdomen. I could've cried, it felt so wonderful. He slickly ran one hand beneath me and unhooked my bra, pulling back for a moment to toss it off to the side. Then he returned his mouth to my stomach.
After a couple moments of this, Brian released his grasp on me and began to roll his spine back. He brought himself up to a seated position on his knees, towering over me, looking down at me. His chest and shoulders were still heaving, his breath still falling loudly, and hotly, out of his open mouth. Wordlessly, he brought his hands down to his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped. He held eye contact with me as he pulled his jeans off, and tossed them to the floor. He raised an eyebrow and that small, confident smirk overtook his face once again. He was an animal on the prowl, and he knew he was about to devour his prey. I was more than happy to oblige.
Brian's eyes fell down to my waist, then he reached for me. His fingers slid under the waistband of my leggings. He glanced up at me for a second, just long enough to see that I wasn't resisting, then returned his focus to what he was doing. Slowly, he pulled both my leggings and my boyshorts down and over my ass, down my legs and off of my feet. He gently lifted one of my legs at a time, removing each of my socks. I was completely exposed.
My breathing had calmed somewhat. I lay on his bed, studying him, watching his every move, anticipating what would happen next. I couldn't stop staring at him. I was completely captivated by his beauty. I was naked in front of him and it didn't matter one damn bit. It felt just as natural as breathing, for whatever reason. I didn't question it.
Brian's eyes lit up ever so slightly, and his smirk widened. Looking at me still, he ran his hands down his body to his waist, then removed his boxers and tossed them to the floor with the rest. He was so hard, and so big. I swallowed, feeling a bit of fear creep up. He licked his lips as he looked down along my body, and then back up into my eyes. He lowered himself back down onto me, giving me his full weight. I welcomed the return of his body heat, his hardness, his heaviness. He looked down at me, almost tenderly, and ran one of his hands along the side of my face. His other hand ran a finger over my lips, his face hovering just inches above mine.
"At last," he said in his lowest, most seductive voice, and kissed me. Hard.

Chapter 7: "Inside"


I knew on a mental level what was about to happen. I could comprehend it, logically. And it wasn't like I'd never slept with a guy before - I had. It'd never been my cup of tea. I was always going through the motions, watching the time, fantasizing about women with my eyes closed. Faking orgasms.
But Brian was another story. I wanted him, for some reason. I wanted him inside me. And for some reason, he wanted to be there, too.
Fingers slid down the front of me as lips pummeled into mine, followed by a tongue that explored my mouth with force and determination. Then, fingers found the edge of the opening between my legs.
There was a brief hesitation, but only brief. Then, one finger plunged inside, followed by another. I moaned, bit his lip, sucked on it and pulled it back into my mouth. He moaned in response and started going to work with his fingers. I was so wet, I was sure he was coated by me already.
My hand ran down over his his hard pecs and abs and soft happy trail to find his cock. It'd been a long time since I'd wrapped my hand around one, but this felt different. It wasn't just like simple anatomy, matter-of-fact, attempting sex because that's what I felt like I should do kind of thing. This was Brian fucking Kinney. So I grabbed him, and his response was a half moan, half chuckle.
I peeked, and saw that his mouth was spread into a sort of grin as he returned to kissing me. Sex was such an integral part of this man. He was loving it, and it turned me on all the more.
Fingers, hands at work. Stroking, poking, exploring. Remembering the feel of the opposite gender. And his technique was much better than anything I'd have expected from a cocksucker. He was successfully driving me crazy, making me burn for him, wanting him to replace his fingers with something else. It was also surprising how well he responded to my playing with his cock - I'd never thought I was particularly good at it, nor did I ever care enough to attempt to become any better.
It was as if the both of us didn't know the anatomy of the opposite sex, yet for whatever reason, we knew and understood each other's bodies.
The tension grew and burned and we were both panting and sweating and writhing against one another. We groaned and slurped like animals in heat until we reached the breaking point.
Brian sat up quickly and reached for his night stand, fumbled around in the top drawer, and brought his arm back, condom in hand. I studied him as he unwrapped it and put it on himself. I couldn't help but giggle, in a very aroused way.
"Something funny?" he asked, pausing, raising an eyebrow at me and blinking several times. He tongued at the corner of his mouth, his breath falling rapidly in anticipation.
"Just resisting asking you if you need any help or guidance," I teased in my best sultry, but playful voice. I gave him a wink and giggled again.
Brian scoffed, looking off into the distance for a second before staring me deep into my eyes. "There's only one way to go," he said, cocking his head side to side as he spoke, blinking like crazy as his confident smirk made a comeback.
I laughed. "I'm teasing you, I'm sure you can figure it out." I said, stroking his muscular arm as I looked back at him.
Brian scoffed again, seeming to get more determined. "Oh, just you fuckin' wait," he said, his gravelly voice causing my wetness to spill out down my legs. The sound of his voice alone made me moan. He studied my response and licked his bottom lip, then bit it, his confident smirk growing and driving me totally insane. The fire in his eyes was a thing of beauty, and straight up sex.
I breathed, waiting for his next move. Brian ducked his head to the side and kissed along my neck, then picked one spot and began to suck. He grinded against me, sucking on me, moaning as I moaned back, my nails digging into him. Then, he lifted his hips just enough to slide himself back, and I felt him knocking at my door, poking at my entrance. I widened my legs a bit more in response, my breath so heavy with anticipation. I felt the fear creep up for half a second, but it didn't have time to stay long because Brian bit down at the base of my neck, and slipped his cock inside me.

Brian is straight and you are having sex with him? How in the world did I miss that?