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Collision Course
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
20,416
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
12
Collision Course 12: Brian
"Me?" Brian asked in confusion.
Dom didn't say more, he just stared.
And Brian knew.
He'd known ever since Dom had shoved him down onto the hood of the Charger. He'd felt proof of Dom's lust pressing into the back of his thighs and, under any other circumstances, Brian would have been not only willing, he'd have been thrilled.
But taken brutally, unprepared, with the garage door still wide open, and by a man that was in the dark funk of rage wasn't anywhere near the way Brian had wanted his and Dom's first time to be. So, when Brian had felt Dom pull away slightly, he'd taken the opening to fight back. He'd slammed his elbow into Dom's throat to get him to back off.
That he'd made another mistake was completely evident by the look on Dom's face. Hurt and rejection had flashed briefly across it before giving way to rage even darker than before. Dom's dark eyes had turned black as pitch and his face had twisted. Brian had witnessed the look once before firsthand, when Tran had erroneously accused Dom of going to the police. He'd seen Dom's rage then. He'd seen the five men it had taken to pull Dom off Tran during the fight at Race Wars -- five men that had been barely strong enough for the task.
For the first time since Dom had showed up, true fear had filled Brian. He could handle himself, he was strong enough and skilled enough to take on most people, but an enraged Dom was out of his league and he'd known it.
Brian didn't want to think about what might have happened if not for the car's timely interference. Baby had chosen her moment well. The heavy door had swung open at the precise instant needed to catch Dom in mid-leap and Brian's right hook had settled the matter.
The first thing he'd done -- after pulling his pants up -- was to pull the garage door down. Shit. It was just one more piece of evidence pointing to the fact that Dom hadn't been in his right mind. The things Dom had said, the accusations he'd leveled, hadn't made any sense to Brian -- neither had the rage -- until now.
Now he understood. Dom had come back for *him* and he'd found Brian with Tomas. Not only that, but he'd evidently been mislead into believing some very negative things about Brian's lifestyle and how he made his living.
As Brian studied Dom, he felt warmth begin to spread through him.
Dom didn't often lose his temper. Since the incident with the other racecar driver -- that had resulted in jail time as well as massive amounts of guilt and true remorse -- Dom had worked hard at keeping his darker side in check. But despite the control that Dom had nearly perfected, he'd lost it with Brian, big time ... because he'd been jealous.
Dom had come back for him.
"I'm going to kiss you," Brian warned softly as he began to lean forward. "That okay?" he asked when his lips were a mere inch from Dom's.
Not that he gave Dom a chance to reply. Brian pressed his lips to Dom's and felt the immediate response. Dom was kissing him back, sweetly, tenderly, apologetically. Their lips clung and tasted and told each other things that their words hadn't had a chance to yet.
The kiss went on and on. It went on until Brian's legs began to cramp from the awkward position he was crouched in. He pulled back enough to rearrange himself.
"Take the cuffs off," Dom rasped out as soon as Brian's lips freed his.
Brian grinned at him as he slid one of his knees between Dom's spread thighs, placing it on the floor. "Not yet," Brian said as he began to unbutton Dom shirt. He wanted to admire his chest -- perv the sculpted muscles -- something he'd never been able to do openly before. He'd always had to look away. He'd been forced to be very careful when he'd tried to sneak peaks at Dom's chest. It wouldn't have done to be caught drooling over the team leader's magnificent bod. "I'm going to make sure you can't get away this time."
Brian braced one hand on a thigh as hard as the cement it rested on. He dropped his head so that he could lick the mocha skin. His tongue traced a path from the sternum to a nipple. He felt Dom's sharp intake of breath and heard the steel of the cuffs rattle against the table leg.
Brian spent some time stroking the heavy, bulging pecs. He delighted in their firm, round contours. Then he slid his face, his mouth, his hand, downward.
Dom had pulled his pants up just before he'd launched himself at Brian, but he hadn't bothered to button them. Brian slid his hand into the loose waistband and fished around for Dom's cock. It wasn't hard to find. Straining against the cotton briefs, it eagerly sprung free.
"Fuck, Dom," Brian gasped in admiration. "You'da killed me with this monster."
Dom groaned in anguish. "I'm sorry. I didn't ... wouldn't have ..." Dark eyes filled with remorse.
"I know," Brian said soothingly. He needed to help Dom overcome his guilt. There was enough darkness between them already without adding to it. He stroked Dom's thick shaft gently and grinned when it twitched in his palm, nuzzling against him.
Brian didn't even try to swallow it. He'd never get that down his throat, even if he could get the proper angle. As it was, Brian took as much of its length into his mouth as he could and wrapped his hand around the rest.
Dom bucked beneath him and the cuffs rattled again. "Get these fucking things off me," he gasped out.
Brian ignored him and let his lips slide toward the tip. He used his tongue to seek out the tiny slit and explore it -- coaxing pre-come to ooze out.
"Damn you, Brian ... I want to ... Get these ..."
Brian sealed his lips tightly around the bulge at the end of Dom's cock and sucked until Dom's words degraded into groans and growls. He pumped the root, sliding the velvety skin up and down over the stiff, internal shaft with one hand while with the other he gently cradled the heavy sac of the testes. He felt the balls spasm, felt Dom's hard body tense, and then felt his mouth fill with warm, creamy liquid.
Dom moaned out, "Brian. Fuck, Brian." Then the big, hard body melted beneath his. It became soft and vulnerable and ... his.
Brian swallowed, then used his tongue to lap Dom clean. He gently tucked the spent penis back into Dom's briefs and pulled the workpants back together before looking up at the peaceful, satiated face.
He knew he'd never seen anything more beautiful in all his life. He'd given up the dream of seeing Dom like this -- with his eyes shut and his mouth lax with contentment -- because it had become too painful. He'd never thought it would actually happen. Now, here he was kneeling across Dom's thighs, watching Dom's afterglow, tasting Dom's seed in his mouth ... and aching with his own need.
Brian was a firm believer in the rule about everyone getting a turn and damn, but he wanted his turn. He could press into Dom's mouth. It was partially open in unconscious invitation. The thought of thrusting between the full lips while Dom was restrained, helpless, was so incredibly erotic that Brian stopped breathing and trembled with want. But would that offend the big man? How much experience did Dom have? Brian didn't want to push him or make demands that Dom wasn't ready to meet. With a sigh of disappointment, he knew it wasn't worth the risk.
He could jerk himself off; it wouldn't be hard considering the beautiful man he was pressed up against. But he didn't want to do that either. He'd done enough of that this past year. Hell, he'd just tough it out. If Tomas could do it, then by God so could he. Ruthlessly Brian willed his flesh to relax. He, too, was willing to pass up immediate gratification in the hopes of achieving a big pay-off.
Dom's dark eyes cracked open when Brian's chest pressed into his. Their eyes met and held as Brian reached around the thick torso to get to the lock. A twist of the tiny key and Dom was free. Brian stood up as the big arms swung out slowly. Dom worked the stiffened muscles loose again, stretching.
"But I warn you," Brian said softly. "If you try to leave me again, I'm going to put these things back on you and keep you chained out here." He held out the cuffs, shook them in Dom's face, and then tossed them carelessly onto the workbench.
Dom's body went very still. His face darkened. His eyes narrowed.
Brian wasn't intimidated. He grinned down at his dangerous lover and held out a hand.
Dom studied the hand for a full minute before his face relaxed into an amused smile. He extended one large arm, wrapped his fingers around Brian's wrist, and allowed Brian to haul him to his feet.
.
"Me?" Brian asked in confusion.
Dom didn't say more, he just stared.
And Brian knew.
He'd known ever since Dom had shoved him down onto the hood of the Charger. He'd felt proof of Dom's lust pressing into the back of his thighs and, under any other circumstances, Brian would have been not only willing, he'd have been thrilled.
But taken brutally, unprepared, with the garage door still wide open, and by a man that was in the dark funk of rage wasn't anywhere near the way Brian had wanted his and Dom's first time to be. So, when Brian had felt Dom pull away slightly, he'd taken the opening to fight back. He'd slammed his elbow into Dom's throat to get him to back off.
That he'd made another mistake was completely evident by the look on Dom's face. Hurt and rejection had flashed briefly across it before giving way to rage even darker than before. Dom's dark eyes had turned black as pitch and his face had twisted. Brian had witnessed the look once before firsthand, when Tran had erroneously accused Dom of going to the police. He'd seen Dom's rage then. He'd seen the five men it had taken to pull Dom off Tran during the fight at Race Wars -- five men that had been barely strong enough for the task.
For the first time since Dom had showed up, true fear had filled Brian. He could handle himself, he was strong enough and skilled enough to take on most people, but an enraged Dom was out of his league and he'd known it.
Brian didn't want to think about what might have happened if not for the car's timely interference. Baby had chosen her moment well. The heavy door had swung open at the precise instant needed to catch Dom in mid-leap and Brian's right hook had settled the matter.
The first thing he'd done -- after pulling his pants up -- was to pull the garage door down. Shit. It was just one more piece of evidence pointing to the fact that Dom hadn't been in his right mind. The things Dom had said, the accusations he'd leveled, hadn't made any sense to Brian -- neither had the rage -- until now.
Now he understood. Dom had come back for *him* and he'd found Brian with Tomas. Not only that, but he'd evidently been mislead into believing some very negative things about Brian's lifestyle and how he made his living.
As Brian studied Dom, he felt warmth begin to spread through him.
Dom didn't often lose his temper. Since the incident with the other racecar driver -- that had resulted in jail time as well as massive amounts of guilt and true remorse -- Dom had worked hard at keeping his darker side in check. But despite the control that Dom had nearly perfected, he'd lost it with Brian, big time ... because he'd been jealous.
Dom had come back for him.
"I'm going to kiss you," Brian warned softly as he began to lean forward. "That okay?" he asked when his lips were a mere inch from Dom's.
Not that he gave Dom a chance to reply. Brian pressed his lips to Dom's and felt the immediate response. Dom was kissing him back, sweetly, tenderly, apologetically. Their lips clung and tasted and told each other things that their words hadn't had a chance to yet.
The kiss went on and on. It went on until Brian's legs began to cramp from the awkward position he was crouched in. He pulled back enough to rearrange himself.
"Take the cuffs off," Dom rasped out as soon as Brian's lips freed his.
Brian grinned at him as he slid one of his knees between Dom's spread thighs, placing it on the floor. "Not yet," Brian said as he began to unbutton Dom shirt. He wanted to admire his chest -- perv the sculpted muscles -- something he'd never been able to do openly before. He'd always had to look away. He'd been forced to be very careful when he'd tried to sneak peaks at Dom's chest. It wouldn't have done to be caught drooling over the team leader's magnificent bod. "I'm going to make sure you can't get away this time."
Brian braced one hand on a thigh as hard as the cement it rested on. He dropped his head so that he could lick the mocha skin. His tongue traced a path from the sternum to a nipple. He felt Dom's sharp intake of breath and heard the steel of the cuffs rattle against the table leg.
Brian spent some time stroking the heavy, bulging pecs. He delighted in their firm, round contours. Then he slid his face, his mouth, his hand, downward.
Dom had pulled his pants up just before he'd launched himself at Brian, but he hadn't bothered to button them. Brian slid his hand into the loose waistband and fished around for Dom's cock. It wasn't hard to find. Straining against the cotton briefs, it eagerly sprung free.
"Fuck, Dom," Brian gasped in admiration. "You'da killed me with this monster."
Dom groaned in anguish. "I'm sorry. I didn't ... wouldn't have ..." Dark eyes filled with remorse.
"I know," Brian said soothingly. He needed to help Dom overcome his guilt. There was enough darkness between them already without adding to it. He stroked Dom's thick shaft gently and grinned when it twitched in his palm, nuzzling against him.
Brian didn't even try to swallow it. He'd never get that down his throat, even if he could get the proper angle. As it was, Brian took as much of its length into his mouth as he could and wrapped his hand around the rest.
Dom bucked beneath him and the cuffs rattled again. "Get these fucking things off me," he gasped out.
Brian ignored him and let his lips slide toward the tip. He used his tongue to seek out the tiny slit and explore it -- coaxing pre-come to ooze out.
"Damn you, Brian ... I want to ... Get these ..."
Brian sealed his lips tightly around the bulge at the end of Dom's cock and sucked until Dom's words degraded into groans and growls. He pumped the root, sliding the velvety skin up and down over the stiff, internal shaft with one hand while with the other he gently cradled the heavy sac of the testes. He felt the balls spasm, felt Dom's hard body tense, and then felt his mouth fill with warm, creamy liquid.
Dom moaned out, "Brian. Fuck, Brian." Then the big, hard body melted beneath his. It became soft and vulnerable and ... his.
Brian swallowed, then used his tongue to lap Dom clean. He gently tucked the spent penis back into Dom's briefs and pulled the workpants back together before looking up at the peaceful, satiated face.
He knew he'd never seen anything more beautiful in all his life. He'd given up the dream of seeing Dom like this -- with his eyes shut and his mouth lax with contentment -- because it had become too painful. He'd never thought it would actually happen. Now, here he was kneeling across Dom's thighs, watching Dom's afterglow, tasting Dom's seed in his mouth ... and aching with his own need.
Brian was a firm believer in the rule about everyone getting a turn and damn, but he wanted his turn. He could press into Dom's mouth. It was partially open in unconscious invitation. The thought of thrusting between the full lips while Dom was restrained, helpless, was so incredibly erotic that Brian stopped breathing and trembled with want. But would that offend the big man? How much experience did Dom have? Brian didn't want to push him or make demands that Dom wasn't ready to meet. With a sigh of disappointment, he knew it wasn't worth the risk.
He could jerk himself off; it wouldn't be hard considering the beautiful man he was pressed up against. But he didn't want to do that either. He'd done enough of that this past year. Hell, he'd just tough it out. If Tomas could do it, then by God so could he. Ruthlessly Brian willed his flesh to relax. He, too, was willing to pass up immediate gratification in the hopes of achieving a big pay-off.
Dom's dark eyes cracked open when Brian's chest pressed into his. Their eyes met and held as Brian reached around the thick torso to get to the lock. A twist of the tiny key and Dom was free. Brian stood up as the big arms swung out slowly. Dom worked the stiffened muscles loose again, stretching.
"But I warn you," Brian said softly. "If you try to leave me again, I'm going to put these things back on you and keep you chained out here." He held out the cuffs, shook them in Dom's face, and then tossed them carelessly onto the workbench.
Dom's body went very still. His face darkened. His eyes narrowed.
Brian wasn't intimidated. He grinned down at his dangerous lover and held out a hand.
Dom studied the hand for a full minute before his face relaxed into an amused smile. He extended one large arm, wrapped his fingers around Brian's wrist, and allowed Brian to haul him to his feet.
.