Scarf Sex.

[amelialourdes]

Title: Scarf Sex
Author Name: amelialourdes
Rating: Uh, NC-17?
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: One night, during the incredible brainstorming session between me and url_girl that I officially dub "braintwining session" in which we come up with genius ideas, we tossed around the idea of Brian having sex with Justin while Justin wore that scarf of his that he always wore in Season Three. So, here it is. No beta. All mistakes are mine and I welcome anyone to let me know where I went wrong here.
Disclaimer: Qaf belongs to their respective owners.



"Fuck!” Brian cries out, his feet tangling with an object that’s on the floor.

Looking down, he notices Justin’s scarf. It’s that one with the blue stripe that he wears everywhere he goes. What it’s doing on the floor he doesn’t know but it does remind him of the seventeen year old kid who once trashed his loft.

Though that brief memory does bring a smile on Brian’s face, that smile just as quickly disappears when he wonders again why it’s on the floor instead of around Justin’s neck. It is November in the Pitts, which means cold weather.

Brian leaves the scarf on the kitchen counter and heads straight to the bathroom for a warm shower. As soon as he finishes, steps out and wraps the towel around his waist, he hears the loft door closing shut.

“Hey!” Justin exclaims, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Brian appears on the steps, Justin’s eyes quickly taking him in and just as Brian thought, the scarf is in Justin’s hand.

“Where’d you find this?” Justin wonders, walking toward his semi-naked … Brian.

“What do you mean where’d I find it? I almost tripped and broke my neck because it was on the floor.” Brian never fails to turn a little something into an almost life and death situation. “What the fuck was it doing there?”

Brian’s still pissy just because he didn’t look down and see it before he stumbled. Justin knows that look and decides to turn the tables on him. His eyelids lower a little, taking another step closer to him and slipping the scarf around his neck now.

“I thought that I lost it. I thought I was wearing it on my way out of here and when I looked down, it was gone,” Justin doesn’t really sound worried. His voice takes on a seductive tone, almost innocent because he knows that Brian loves that.

From the look on Brian’s face, Justin knows that he’s hooked him and it interests him to see where he’s going to go with this. “You should’ve kept it around your neck,” he reprimands him but it doesn’t sound harsh. He sounds aroused and if Justin breaks eye contact with him right now, all he has to do is look down and see that he is getting hard underneath that red towel.

“Sorry. It won’t happen again,” Justin replies, another step forward.

“Let’s make sure that it doesn’t.” Brian falls right into his trap, practically surging forward and pressing his warm lips to Justin’s. He’s cold but he knows that’ll change soon. With Justin’s arms locked tightly around Brian’s neck, Brian removes Justin’s coat but makes sure that that scarf stays around his body.

Justin falls right into the kiss, feeling his hard cock press against his jeans. Brian helps him with that problem too. He expertly pops the button, slides the zipper down and moves his hand inside of his briefs to pull his cock out. He gives it a couple of firm strokes as Justin moans against his lips.

But that doesn’t last. Brian pulls his hand away, Justin now moaning to object to that decision. Brian takes a step back but he holds both ends of the scarf, pulling him toward the bed. They’re well practiced at this. Brian can stumble on a scarf but he doesn’t break a step when walking backwards up the steps toward the bed.

Justin has no choice but to follow him and to follow every direction that he’s given.

Brian really isn’t one for words though. If he wants Justin to do something, he’ll put him in position and he’ll do what he wants to him.

The only piece of Justin’s clothing that remains is his shirt that he can’t take off because Brian won’t let him remove the scarf. Now, Brian tosses his towel aside to reveal his body. It’s a sight that Justin never tires of. His eyes take in every inch of smooth skin, every inch of cock.

“On your knees and don’t even think about taking that scarf off.”

Justin smiles and realizes that that means the shirt stays too. He takes off his briefs and jeans, stepping out of them and moves to the bed, on his knees.

Brian moves directly behind him, wasting no time as he pulls his hand back and gives Justin’s ass a nice, hard slap. Justin moans loudly at the initial contact. That sharp slap goes straight to his cock, making him want to bend over and grind his cock against the bed.

Brian leans forward, pressing his lips to the side of Justin’s neck, the back of his neck and his shoulder before he slips the scarf off of his neck. Wrapping his arms around Justin, he positions Justin’s wrists and binds them together with the scarf.

The scarf, as thick as it is, still remains tight around Justin’s wrists and what’s left over is somehow hooked to something on the wall. Justin doesn’t ever think that he’s seen that before but it could be a fixture that Brian forgot to take down when he was removing the blue lights from above the bed.

Justin doesn’t give it a second thought as Brian tugs on the scarf, pulling his bound wrists forward so that the upper half of him is resting against the bed. Brian positions the rest of him, making sure that he’s on his knees, and with his ass in the air.

Brian pulls his hand back and again slaps Justin on one cheek and then the other, leaving behind two red marks that are getting darker. He does it again, and again. Justin moans every time, his fingers able to grip on to the scarf for something to hold on to as he bucks back against Brian’s hand.

“You like that, huh?” Brian’s hand rubs over the marks that he’s making and feeling Justin pushing back against his palm.

“Yes,” Justin moans in reply.

“I’ll bet you’d like this too,” Brian moves directly behind him, his long, hard cock rubbing between Justin’s cheeks.

It isn’t often that Brian teases him that way. He’s usually cautious because it brings back that whole “fucking raw” conversation that they’re never going to have again but sometimes, sometimes Brian gets into a mood that really frees his inhibitions. This is one of those moods.

“Fuck me,” Justin groans, pressing back again so that he feels Brian’s cock against his body. That isn’t enough though. He wants more.

Usually, Brian will keep Justin right where he is and refuse to give in to any of his requests. But because Justin’s all tied up and he’s making Brian so hard that he may just cum before they even start, he’ll give in.

Brian reaches for a condom, putting it on, squeezing some lube out on his palm to prepare himself and the rest of it goes in between Justin’s cheeks. He spreads them apart with one hand, his fingers teasing his hole as he slowly circles around it and pushes in slowly.

Justin stops bucking back. He allows Brian’s thick fingers to move inside of him, shifting inside of him, stretching him out to prepare him for the cock that he’s felt inside of him for four years now. And yet somehow, he never tires of this. As he remembers telling Ethan once, their problems had never been in bed.

Brian knows when he’s ready. He always knows when Justin’s ready. Usually he doesn’t even bother with this but they’ve been away from one another all day and he thinks that Justin just needs a reminder of home.

“Brian,” Justin’s the only person he knows who can moan his name and make it sound like a curse word. That turns Brian on.

Justin barely has the chance to say it again. Brian pushes inside of him in one swift movement, almost completely burying himself there, balls deep. But all of those inches inside of one body can’t make that kind of move so quickly. Brian doesn’t mind. Brian never minds. He likes to take his time with Justin when they’re in that mood.

Brian never thought in the past that he would have any type of “mood” with any one person. He never thought that he would know anyone else’s body the way that he knows Justin’s.

Justin falls forward, elbows on the bed and Brian rushes in. He wraps an arm around Justin’s chest, attempting to pull him back so that he sits right on top of his cock. Brian moves forward a little since that scarf is tight around Justin’s wrists and preventing him from sitting up straight.

Brian thrusts forward inside of him over and over, hitting Justin’s prostate directly, and Justin feels every pleasurable movement.

With Brian’s arm around his body, the other on his hip, and Justin’s hands tied together, there’s no relief for his cock. Brian remedies that too when he moves his hand right there, fingers firm around him as he begins to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.

Brian literally encases Justin, completely taking over all of his senses. His arm is around him, his hand on his cock, Brian’s cock inside of him and that fills him with a sense of complete euphoria.

Justin whispers Brian’s name again though this time it sounds more like a whimper than a word or quiet reverence. What Brian doesn’t know is that when Justin sounds like this, Brian often mirrors the sounds that Justin makes.

Brian’s practically grunting in his ear, thrusting harder and faster, feeling very close to the end the more that Justin speaks, the more that he attempts to thrust his cock into Brian’s hand.

“Oh god, Brian … I …” his voice trails, gasping for breath as he becomes even more erratic. He’s slamming his body down on top of Brian’s cock, pushing down every time that Brian thrusts forward.

With that kind of teamwork, it’s over for him that very moment.

Justin cums all over Brian’s hand and also down to the newly changed sheets.

Brian holds Justin tighter, and makes one final thrust, cumming hard into the condom.

When it is over, Brian presses his damp forehead against Justin’s back, both of them still trembling with the force of their orgasms.

Justin only now feels how tight his scarf is wrapped around his wrists, his arms straining because the scarf has been pulling them forward.

“Were you a sailor in a past life?” Justin asks, laughing when he realizes how tight the scarf is around his wrists.

“No, but I must’ve fucked more than a few.” Brian carefully pulls out of Justin, disposing of the used condom in the trash can near the bed, quickly wipes off his hand and moves to remove the knot. The second he does, Justin’s arms fall to his sides and he sighs in relief.

Brian brings them up again so that he can remove the scarf completely. When he does, he drapes it over Justin’s shoulders.

“You’re never going to forget this scarf again, are you?”

It had been a hell of a way to remind him but yeah, Justin will never forget it again.