Collision Course

Collision Course: 14 - Schmoop

Dom jerked and rose up onto one elbow. "Stop," he rasped. "That tickles."

Brian stopped circling the navel with his tongue and instead fell to his knees beside the bed and nuzzled his face into Dom's belly.

"My God, Dom. Did you have any idea how much I wanted to touch you?"

Dom stared down at Brian's face where it pressed against his stomach. Brian's eyes were closed and his mouth was held in a vulnerable, soft line.

"You wanted me?" Dom needed to hear it.

Blue eyes cracked open. "Wanted you?" Brian whispered, disbelief clear in his voice. "You drove me insane. Wanting you, wanting to touch you, wanting to ... wanting to protect you, defend you."

"That why you let me go?"

"Yes," Brian said, finally admitting the truth. He'd let Dom go because of the way he'd felt about him. Because he couldn't bear the thought of Dom behind bars -- locked up again. Because he'd fallen in love with him.

"What about Mia?"

Brian's face filled with guilt and sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt her. I thought ..." Brian's eyes grew misty as he begged for forgiveness. "I thought she'd be the perfect solution. So nice and sweet and pretty and ... so much a part of you." Brian cringed. "I thought she was the *nice* girl everyone was always telling me to find. I thought she'd ... that I'd ... that we'd have a future together." Brian pulled away and hung his head. Still on his knees he looked like he was praying. "I was sure you weren't involved in the hijackings and I thought that Mia and I and ... you ... could be together." Brian looked up. "Then, in the desert after the helicopter had taken Vince away, you walked away from me ...." Brian paused again and swallowed before continuing, "... and she followed. I swear, Dom," he said quickly. "I thought I was in love with her. I never, ever, meant to use her or hurt her or ..."

Dom pulled his eyes away from Brian's. He laid his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. He believed him, not that it would matter if he didn't. Dom had made up his mind back in Rio and again in the garage. He'd take Brian no matter what. It just made it a whole lot easier when he honestly believed in him.

Mia? Well, he'd have to straighten that matter out later. He didn't intend to lose his baby sister over this *thing* with Brian. He'd think about it and he was sure a solution would present itself.

"You spendin' the night on the floor, or you comin' to bed?" Dom asked.

"Am I welcome there?"

"It's your bed."

"But you're tired. You need your rest. You ..."

"Stop playing hard to get and get your ass in here," Dom growled impatiently.

Brian rose up off the floor. He stood a moment by Dom's side of the bed, looking down at him. Then he moved to the doorway and switched off the lights. The room was cast into shadow. The only illumination came from the neighbor's security light as it filtered in through the open curtains of the bedroom window. In the weak lighting, Dom watched him round the foot of the bed. Brian undressed on the opposite side of the bed, dropped his clothes onto the floor, and then crawled between the sheets.

Dom was amused when Brian kept to the far edge. He waited, but Brian remained as far from him as possible. Only a handful of minutes passed before Dom had enough. He rolled over and slid one arm around Brian's waist to pull the tense body against his chest.

"Don't touch me." Brian's voice was high and strained, almost as if he were in pain.

Dom slid his hand lower, seeking and finding the cause of Brian's discomfort. Brian's body clenched even tighter as Dom grasped the fully erect cock and pumped it gently.

"Arrgh," Brian groaned.

"You want this?" Dom asked still amused.

"Of course I do," Brian hissed as hips began to press backwards against Dom. "I just don't know how experienced you are. I don't to want to scare you or -- "

"What? You think I'm a blushing virgin?" Dom chuckled.

"I don't know." Brian's voice was like a cry in the night. "I don't know where you've been or what you've been doing. I don't know what happened to Letty. I don't know if you've been with other guy's or what you like or how you like it or ..."

Dom began to pump the cock he held quicker and felt Brian shudder and go quiet against him.

"What do you like, Brian?" Dom rasped. His lips so close to Brian's ear that they touched the outer rim when he spoke.

"Anything, everything -- you," Brian panted out.

Dom loosened his grip on Brian and scooted backwards, creating enough room so that he could roll Brian toward him. He pressed Brian down onto his back so that he could look at his face in the dim light.

"I've been in Rio de Janeiro." Dom moved atop Brian. "I've been working on a couple cars." With his knees he spread Brian's legs and slid between them. "Letty left me." He lowered his weight onto the body beneath his. "I've experimented with some friends." He kissed Brian's smooth chest. "Nothing too serious, but I wouldn't say I'm exactly virginal either." He stroked Brian's ribs. "I like you." He nuzzled his face against Brian's throat. "I like it slow and gentle." He nibbled on one earlobe. "Anymore questions?" he whispered.

Their lips met and their arms wrapped around each other.

Brian's mouth tried to devour his. Brian's strong hands slid down his back and cupped the cheeks of his ass. Brian pulled Dom's pelvis tightly to his. Brian arched beneath him and drove his hard-on into Dom's belly -- grinding it against him. Brian's strength shouldn't have surprised Dom, but it did. He was both amazed and slightly unsettled at how easily Brian was manhandling him.

A lean leg hooked behind his right knee, a powerful force was applied to his left shoulder, and suddenly Dom found himself flipped over. Brian had reversed their positions and was now straddling Dom. With his nostrils flared, his eyes shining, and golden hair glimmering in the filtered light, Brian looked like a lion about to claim his mate.

Dom felt a moment of uncertainty and wished that he hadn't let bravado rule. Maybe he should have admitted that the term 'blushing virgin' wasn't so far off.

He had the technical knowledge of how everything was done, but he didn't have a whole lot of first hand experience.

He'd seen a lot in Rio, in fact he'd be willing to bet there wasn't a position or act that he hadn't had expertly demonstrated for him. His friends had found his lack of experience and the fact that he was hung up on a distant lover utterly romantic. They'd been only too happy to show him the sights and pleasures of gay life.

He had gotten a few terrific blowjobs and even given one ... well sort of. He'd tried anyway, but had ended up getting nauseated at the taste of his friend's pre-come and barely avoided the shame of vomiting. Tico had laughed it off and had told Dom not to worry, that it was an acquired taste.

But as far as penetration went, well ... it wasn't like he didn't *want* to -- he'd fantasized about it constantly -- or that he didn't know what to expect. He did. He just ... never had actually done it. If he was totally honest with himself that's probably what had led up to his near rape of Brian, as well as his ability to stop before the act was ever really started.

"Um," he started out to explain, but was given a reprieve when Brian leaned over him and began to dig through the contents of the top drawer of his nightstand.

"Fuck!" Brian swore as his hurried exploration resulted in the stand tipping and nearly toppling over. A lamp, along with a telephone/answering machine slid off and hit the carpeted floor with a couple of dull thuds. Dom breathed out a sigh of relief as Brian crawled off him to retrieve the light. He put it back on the stand and turned it on. A soft, yellow glow lit Brian beautifully as he bent to retrieve the phone then started digging around in the drawer again.

"Ah ha." Brian triumphantly held up a tube of Astro-Glide. "Guess you can tell how often I get any," he said with a self-mocking smile. "You want to use a rubber? I know I got a couple in her somewhere." He began to root through the contents of the drawer again.

"Um, Brian?" Dom looked into the golden, glowing face, into the deep blue eyes and told the truth. "I'm not *quite* as experienced as I led you to believe."

Brian frowned slightly, his brows drawing together and forming a straight line over his eyes. "But you're willing, right?"

Dom nodded, feeling ashamed of his trepidation.

A blinding smile burst across Brian's face as he bounced back onto the bed -- onto Dom. "A beautiful, blushing, willing virgin -- mine to debauch." His mouth swooped down and took Dom's hungrily. "Don't worry, Dommie, I'll be gentle."

It was the 'Dommie' that did it, or maybe it was the smirk in Brian's voice when he said it, whatever it was, it irritated Dom and he scowled.

"Relax. I'm just teasing," Brian smiled gently as he tossed the lube and the condom packet back onto the nightstand. "We'll wait on that stuff. Okay?"

Dom nodded, relieved.

"But, ah, Dom?" Brian sat fully on Dom's abdomen and lifted his stiff cock up for inspection. "This thing here is killing me and I was wondering if you could ... sort of ... if you didn't mind that is, could you ...?"

It was Dom's turn to demonstrate the strength of his upper body. The oak frame of Brian's bed creaked ominously as Dom once again reversed their positions and pressed Brian down.

"Last time I tried to suck a guy off I nearly puked all over him," Dom warned.

"I'm willing to take the risk," Brian said breathlessly.

Dom slid down. He took hold of Brian's straining cock and tried to remember everything Tico had shown him -- done to him.

He took the tip of Brian's cock into his mouth, determined not to let him down. His inexperience showed when his teeth grazed the tender flesh. He felt Brian cringe. He fisted the shaft and pumped, Brian relaxed then jerked again when Dom squeezed his balls a little too hard.

Dom tried to take more into his mouth ... and gagged. "Fuck!" he swore as he pulled away. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, Bri. I just can't --" He hid his face in the soft down that sprinkled Brian's inner thigh.

Gentle hands began to rub the bristles on his skull -- soothing him.

Dom nuzzled against Brian's thigh. He cracked an eye open and was nearly blinded by soft lighting reflecting off the blond hair of Brian's upper thigh. He kissed the tender flesh. He sucked gently on it as he tried to tell Brian how sorry he was for letting him down. He licked the skin and tasted salt and ... maleness ... and Brian.

Dom turned his head just enough so that he could rub his cheek against Brian's groin. He closed his eyes and inhaled the musky male scent mingled with the same soapy smell he'd always associated with Brian. He wrapped his arms around Brian's hips and turned his head even further. He buried his nose in soft, golden curls that smelled like Irish Spring.

Without even realizing what he was doing, he began to lick the base of Brian's cock. He kissed and carefully nipped the thick root. Curious to know what Brian's balls would taste like, Dom tenderly kissed one. He drew it into his mouth. He let it rest on his tongue, weighing it, getting used to its flavor. Dom released it and latched on to the side of Brian's dark and straining cock. Dom sucked gently, ever so gently on the base. He freed a hand and used his thumb to tease the tip. He was startled to feel creamy pre-come oozing out.

Brian was shuddering. The once gentle hands that had stroked Dom's scalp were now clenching and digging into his shoulders. Dom felt a thrill of triumph and began to pump Brian's shaft with his fist. Brian was groaning and squirming. Dom was starting to have a hard time holding on to the body that was sweating with desire.

The smell of the deodorant soap grew stronger and filled his nostrils. A strange hunger, no, a thirst, built within Dom. He pulled his mouth away from Brian's root and just as naturally as if he'd been doing it all his life he slid his mouth down the length of Brian's erection. He closed his lips around the circumference, sealing the cock that was beginning to act like a piston in his mouth. Brian pressed upward, Dom's lips slid downward. They found the perfect rhythm. Brian pants grew increasingly rapid until with a high-pitched whine, warm liquid filled Dom’s mouth as Brian juddered beneath him.

He swallowed smoothly, easily, greedily.

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