Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS FIC! Lj user nessataleweaver did. FULL CREDIT goes to her. Im only posting this so those without a livejournal can read :)
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“Justin? Why are we here?”
He turned to see his companion watching him, puzzled and intent.
“Because we need to find the Stone of Dreams.”
Seriously, why was she bugging him about this now? Wait – she couldn’t be forgetting that already, could she?
“Yeah, we need to find the Stone. But I need to find it so my parents will meet and have me. Why do you need to find it?”
Justin frowned in thought. He couldn’t really think of a reason, except the one he was too embarrassed to say – that he needed her to exist. “Because… well, because I do. I can’t remember why.”
Alex bit her lip, and her eyes glimmered just a little madami than usually did, as she ventured, “Maybe, because… for the same reason I do?”
Justin shook his head violently, without even thinking. Even though his blood sang with pag-ibig for her, and his Buto hummed along in harmony that she belonged to him, they couldn’t be related. Brothers didn’t feel that way about their sisters; not good ones. And he was a good brother – he remembered that much.
“If I was your brother, I wouldn’t want to-“
As he felt his face catch fire, Alex looked at him with that cat-stole-the-cream smile that he somehow knew had always aroused and annoyed him in equal measure.
“Justin, do you want to halik me?”
The heat in his cheeks abruptly stopped, as Justin decided to hell with it, he wasn’t going to feel embarrassed about what he wanted anymore. “Yes, I do.”
Alex’s breath hitched, and her smirk became a sweet, sad smile. “Well, what are you waiting for? The later it gets, the later it gets.”
All he had to do was twist to the side and lean forward, and he could cup her face in his hands. He couldn’t remember halik her before this, but his head knew just the right angle to tilt, and his lips landed precisely on hers. They were warm and smooth and soft, and when her tongue flickered out to trace his bottom lip, Justin knew that no matter what happened, that this was the halik sa pamamagitan ng which he would judge all others in his life.
He parted his lips for her, and Alex’s tongue slipped in to tease his own. As they fought for dominance, Alex squirmed until she was straddling his lap, his body flush against hers. She arched her back and her breasts pushed against his chest, and Justin could feel his blood rushing southward. They were pressed together so closely that he knew that she’d feel it, too, but Alex just moaned in response and tried to pull him even closer.
Now his blood was screaming and his Buto were howling in some crazy metal-opera chorus, and the throbbing backbeat was demanding that if he was destined to vanish into nothing, he damn well wasn’t going to do it before claiming what was his.
He broke off the kiss, panting, as he yanked his sando back off his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked with Alex’s, and reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Don’t say no,” he half-commanded, half-begged.
She just smiled, lifted her arms above her head and replied breathlessly, “I was getting sick of waiting for you to ask.”
Her bra was plain and white, with only a tiny edging of lace, but Justin thought the contrast with her dark skin was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He struggled with the clasp for all of five segundos before giving up in frustration. “You do it,” he snarled, reaching for his undershirt instead.
As the white fabric passed over his face, Alex gave a wicked chuckle, and when his wifebeater hit the ground, he was greeted sa pamamagitan ng sight of her topless.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighed explosively.
“That’s one of the things I pag-ibig about you,” Alex replied quietly. “When you say things like that, I know it’s just because you mean them.”
“It’s not hard, with you,” Justin told her, pulling her in for another kiss. With every shift of their bodies, he could feel her bare breasts against his chest, and if he didn’t do something right now he was going to come in his pants. Improv was madami Alex’s thing than his, but a hurried, muttered couplet gave them a literal air mattress, and he laid Alex down, her dark hair spilling around her on nothing.
He reached for his sinturon buckle, but Alex slapped his hands away to do it herself. He kicked off his shoes instead, so when she pushed his pants and boxers down he could take them off completely. He flipped them so Alex was on top, and stared at the way the apoy outside the lean-to outlined her body in red-gold light. Alex smiled back, and ran her hand down his chest.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she smirked, before gently wrapping her fingers around his cock. Justin’s fingers dug into her hips, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself under control as her fingertips trailed up and down, stopping to tease the head.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “If you come now, you’ll be able to hold out later.”
She bent almost double, and took him in her mouth. Less than a minuto later, Justin’s agonized cry bounced off the wood that surrounded them.
“You, naked, now,” he muttered, and Alex gave him that damn smirk again as he almost ripped her jeans getting them open. She squirmed as he shoved at the unforgiving denim, and the rest of her clothing joined his own. Justin flipped them again, and slid down until his face was level with her chest. He cupped one breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple as he lowered his head to the other, and tasted warm, fragrant skin over soft flesh. Alex’s legs wrapped around him, and her hips bucked and writhed against his stomach. He kept tasting, and touching, and he could feel a wet trail forming on his abs.
Hell, he was starting to get hard again already. He needed to ilipat on and fast. Sliding downward again, he placed a halik on her stomach, susunod to her bellybutton, then on her hip, susunod to the patch of soft black hair. Without any prompting, Alex opened her legs wider, and Justin sent his fingers probing through her folds. He knew he’d hit the jackpot when he felt the hard nub under his fingertips, and Alex cried out his name. When he flicked it with his tongue she moaned, and he kept going as he slowly slipped a finger inside her. Her hands wound into his hair, and started tugging in rhythm with the slow glide of his finger. He added another finger, and increased his tempo with both tongue and hand, twisting his wrist back and forth on each thrust.
Alex was moaning constantly now, muttering things he couldn’t quite make out except for ‘deeper’ and ‘faster’. Justin obeyed, and was rewarded sa pamamagitan ng a scream and a gush of warm fluid over his hand. Wiping it off on the invisible padding, Justin pushed himself up and forward, until he was lying on one elbow beside Alex, his head just above hers. “Are you okay?”
Alex gave him a radiant smile. “Oh, yeah.” She reached up with both hands and yanked his head down to hers, biting his lip before she kissed him so deep, he was fairly sure her tongue had found his tonsils. They separated, breathless and smiling as they stared at each other, because it felt so right for this to happen, here and now, wrapped around each other in the almost-dark.
“Can you, um, guide me in?” Justin muttered, and Alex nodded, reaching for him again as he moved to lie on tuktok of her, propped up on his elbows.
She wrapped her legs around his hips again, then he moved one way, and she moved another, and then he was there, tight and warm and slick. He slid pasulong until he hit the barrier, and Alex whispered, “Faster’s better - like a band-aid, remember?”
He couldn’t remember, but he still knew what she meant; so Justin drew back a little, then thrust pasulong hard and fast, and she bit down on his earlobe until it bled, but it was really only fair, and then he was inside her all the way, and it felt so incredible that it was almost worth disappearing forever, if it meant he could have this. He couldn’t move; all he could do was be in her arms and in her body and shiver and try not to come again, because he knew she deserved more. Alex ran her hands down his back, exploring, and it really should have occurred to him before that he was hers every bit as much as she was his.
He was fairly sure that this was the first time in almost ever that he had stopped thinking, and just felt. Even if he did have all his memories back, he was certain he didn’t have any experience at this, and neither did she, but their bodies knew each other anyway.
“It’s okay, you can ilipat now,” Alex whispered, and he tilted his head to halik her again.
It all blended together after that; the slow pullback - but not all the way out because he couldn’t madala to leave her – and her hot, damp skin rubbing against his. Hips pressing forward, striving to get deeper and deeper until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she started. Her lips on his and his name on her breath, and her nails digging into his back and shoulders every time he hit the right places inside her, to reward him with pain that made his own pleasure all the sweeter.
His puso was racing and his cock throbbing, treble and bass in counterpoint, and his blood was shrieking and his Buto were vibrating until he could almost feel them moving in his flesh, and he wasn’t going to be able to take much more, so he angled his hips to rub against that spot again and again, and felt Alex’s nails rip along his spine and blood welling on his skin and he groaned and spilled inside her. Then she was pulsing around him and her insides were clutching and squeezing him, and he was so glad that Alex was with him at the end.
It had been a long araw already – even if he couldn’t remember some of it – so it took pretty much everything Justin had left to pull out of her. He slumped to the side and pulled Alex close again, and barely heard her mutter the cleaning cantrip. At least she’d mastered that one.
He tumbled into sleep with her head on his chest, breathing in their mingled scents, and his last conscious thought was that if this was going to be the final night of his life, he couldn’t think of a better one.
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“Justin? Why are we here?”
He turned to see his companion watching him, puzzled and intent.
“Because we need to find the Stone of Dreams.”
Seriously, why was she bugging him about this now? Wait – she couldn’t be forgetting that already, could she?
“Yeah, we need to find the Stone. But I need to find it so my parents will meet and have me. Why do you need to find it?”
Justin frowned in thought. He couldn’t really think of a reason, except the one he was too embarrassed to say – that he needed her to exist. “Because… well, because I do. I can’t remember why.”
Alex bit her lip, and her eyes glimmered just a little madami than usually did, as she ventured, “Maybe, because… for the same reason I do?”
Justin shook his head violently, without even thinking. Even though his blood sang with pag-ibig for her, and his Buto hummed along in harmony that she belonged to him, they couldn’t be related. Brothers didn’t feel that way about their sisters; not good ones. And he was a good brother – he remembered that much.
“If I was your brother, I wouldn’t want to-“
As he felt his face catch fire, Alex looked at him with that cat-stole-the-cream smile that he somehow knew had always aroused and annoyed him in equal measure.
“Justin, do you want to halik me?”
The heat in his cheeks abruptly stopped, as Justin decided to hell with it, he wasn’t going to feel embarrassed about what he wanted anymore. “Yes, I do.”
Alex’s breath hitched, and her smirk became a sweet, sad smile. “Well, what are you waiting for? The later it gets, the later it gets.”
All he had to do was twist to the side and lean forward, and he could cup her face in his hands. He couldn’t remember halik her before this, but his head knew just the right angle to tilt, and his lips landed precisely on hers. They were warm and smooth and soft, and when her tongue flickered out to trace his bottom lip, Justin knew that no matter what happened, that this was the halik sa pamamagitan ng which he would judge all others in his life.
He parted his lips for her, and Alex’s tongue slipped in to tease his own. As they fought for dominance, Alex squirmed until she was straddling his lap, his body flush against hers. She arched her back and her breasts pushed against his chest, and Justin could feel his blood rushing southward. They were pressed together so closely that he knew that she’d feel it, too, but Alex just moaned in response and tried to pull him even closer.
Now his blood was screaming and his Buto were howling in some crazy metal-opera chorus, and the throbbing backbeat was demanding that if he was destined to vanish into nothing, he damn well wasn’t going to do it before claiming what was his.
He broke off the kiss, panting, as he yanked his sando back off his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked with Alex’s, and reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Don’t say no,” he half-commanded, half-begged.
She just smiled, lifted her arms above her head and replied breathlessly, “I was getting sick of waiting for you to ask.”
Her bra was plain and white, with only a tiny edging of lace, but Justin thought the contrast with her dark skin was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He struggled with the clasp for all of five segundos before giving up in frustration. “You do it,” he snarled, reaching for his undershirt instead.
As the white fabric passed over his face, Alex gave a wicked chuckle, and when his wifebeater hit the ground, he was greeted sa pamamagitan ng sight of her topless.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighed explosively.
“That’s one of the things I pag-ibig about you,” Alex replied quietly. “When you say things like that, I know it’s just because you mean them.”
“It’s not hard, with you,” Justin told her, pulling her in for another kiss. With every shift of their bodies, he could feel her bare breasts against his chest, and if he didn’t do something right now he was going to come in his pants. Improv was madami Alex’s thing than his, but a hurried, muttered couplet gave them a literal air mattress, and he laid Alex down, her dark hair spilling around her on nothing.
He reached for his sinturon buckle, but Alex slapped his hands away to do it herself. He kicked off his shoes instead, so when she pushed his pants and boxers down he could take them off completely. He flipped them so Alex was on top, and stared at the way the apoy outside the lean-to outlined her body in red-gold light. Alex smiled back, and ran her hand down his chest.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she smirked, before gently wrapping her fingers around his cock. Justin’s fingers dug into her hips, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself under control as her fingertips trailed up and down, stopping to tease the head.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “If you come now, you’ll be able to hold out later.”
She bent almost double, and took him in her mouth. Less than a minuto later, Justin’s agonized cry bounced off the wood that surrounded them.
“You, naked, now,” he muttered, and Alex gave him that damn smirk again as he almost ripped her jeans getting them open. She squirmed as he shoved at the unforgiving denim, and the rest of her clothing joined his own. Justin flipped them again, and slid down until his face was level with her chest. He cupped one breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple as he lowered his head to the other, and tasted warm, fragrant skin over soft flesh. Alex’s legs wrapped around him, and her hips bucked and writhed against his stomach. He kept tasting, and touching, and he could feel a wet trail forming on his abs.
Hell, he was starting to get hard again already. He needed to ilipat on and fast. Sliding downward again, he placed a halik on her stomach, susunod to her bellybutton, then on her hip, susunod to the patch of soft black hair. Without any prompting, Alex opened her legs wider, and Justin sent his fingers probing through her folds. He knew he’d hit the jackpot when he felt the hard nub under his fingertips, and Alex cried out his name. When he flicked it with his tongue she moaned, and he kept going as he slowly slipped a finger inside her. Her hands wound into his hair, and started tugging in rhythm with the slow glide of his finger. He added another finger, and increased his tempo with both tongue and hand, twisting his wrist back and forth on each thrust.
Alex was moaning constantly now, muttering things he couldn’t quite make out except for ‘deeper’ and ‘faster’. Justin obeyed, and was rewarded sa pamamagitan ng a scream and a gush of warm fluid over his hand. Wiping it off on the invisible padding, Justin pushed himself up and forward, until he was lying on one elbow beside Alex, his head just above hers. “Are you okay?”
Alex gave him a radiant smile. “Oh, yeah.” She reached up with both hands and yanked his head down to hers, biting his lip before she kissed him so deep, he was fairly sure her tongue had found his tonsils. They separated, breathless and smiling as they stared at each other, because it felt so right for this to happen, here and now, wrapped around each other in the almost-dark.
“Can you, um, guide me in?” Justin muttered, and Alex nodded, reaching for him again as he moved to lie on tuktok of her, propped up on his elbows.
She wrapped her legs around his hips again, then he moved one way, and she moved another, and then he was there, tight and warm and slick. He slid pasulong until he hit the barrier, and Alex whispered, “Faster’s better - like a band-aid, remember?”
He couldn’t remember, but he still knew what she meant; so Justin drew back a little, then thrust pasulong hard and fast, and she bit down on his earlobe until it bled, but it was really only fair, and then he was inside her all the way, and it felt so incredible that it was almost worth disappearing forever, if it meant he could have this. He couldn’t move; all he could do was be in her arms and in her body and shiver and try not to come again, because he knew she deserved more. Alex ran her hands down his back, exploring, and it really should have occurred to him before that he was hers every bit as much as she was his.
He was fairly sure that this was the first time in almost ever that he had stopped thinking, and just felt. Even if he did have all his memories back, he was certain he didn’t have any experience at this, and neither did she, but their bodies knew each other anyway.
“It’s okay, you can ilipat now,” Alex whispered, and he tilted his head to halik her again.
It all blended together after that; the slow pullback - but not all the way out because he couldn’t madala to leave her – and her hot, damp skin rubbing against his. Hips pressing forward, striving to get deeper and deeper until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she started. Her lips on his and his name on her breath, and her nails digging into his back and shoulders every time he hit the right places inside her, to reward him with pain that made his own pleasure all the sweeter.
His puso was racing and his cock throbbing, treble and bass in counterpoint, and his blood was shrieking and his Buto were vibrating until he could almost feel them moving in his flesh, and he wasn’t going to be able to take much more, so he angled his hips to rub against that spot again and again, and felt Alex’s nails rip along his spine and blood welling on his skin and he groaned and spilled inside her. Then she was pulsing around him and her insides were clutching and squeezing him, and he was so glad that Alex was with him at the end.
It had been a long araw already – even if he couldn’t remember some of it – so it took pretty much everything Justin had left to pull out of her. He slumped to the side and pulled Alex close again, and barely heard her mutter the cleaning cantrip. At least she’d mastered that one.
He tumbled into sleep with her head on his chest, breathing in their mingled scents, and his last conscious thought was that if this was going to be the final night of his life, he couldn’t think of a better one.