rivers_bend

After writing Funeral with Rupert/Julian yesterday, I was desperate for some Max/Julian to make up for it.

This is totally set outside the universe of Tiger Trap. A world where Charterfield and Egypt etc have not happened. Pure unabashed porn for porn's sake.

Adult rated ~1300 words.



They were stood at the bar, drinking, Julian feeling the heat baking off Max where their arms and thighs and hips almost touched. He couldn't keep his eyes off Max's throat, his wrists as he raised his glass to his lips, his lips, fuck, his lips, that Julian wanted to suck into his mouth, trace with his fingers and his tongue, that he wanted to feel all over his skin.

Max kept his gaze moving around the pub pretending to ignore Julian's stare. Finally he finished his second drink and said, 'Shall we go?'

'Yes,' Julian managed, tongue thick with wanting to trace the line of Max's jaw.

The night was cold but Julian felt hot, steaming under his jacket as they walked back to Max's house. Side by side, knuckles, wrists, elbows, shoulders brushing past each other's, Julian certain he'd see sparks jumping between them if he looked, but he kept his eyes ahead, afraid he'd push Max into the nearest doorway if he caught sight of his profile.

It seemed to take forever, though it was only a few roads until they were there, climbing Max's stairs, going straight to the bedroom. Julian was panting, shameless, when Max pinned his wrists against the bedroom door and kissed him, finally, brushing those lips against Julian's face, against his lips, and then his tongue, tasting, hot, exploring, making Julian weak, glad for the door behind him.

'I'm going to fuck you,' Max said, when he pulled away, running his fingers down Julian's chest.

'God, yes.'

'Clothes, off, now.'

Max started undoing his own buttons, watching as Julian pulled off his shirt. 'I could come just from looking at you, I think,' Julian said.

'That would be a waste.' With two fingers on Julian's chest Max pushed Julian down onto the bed. Even that slight contact made him strain his hips upwards as soon as his shoulders hit the mattress. The play of Max's muscles under his skin captured Julian's gaze as he waited for Max to touch him again.

'Please,' he finally said, when Max just watched him.

'Stay there.' As though Julian were going to go anywhere.

Max reached into a drawer and pulled something out, something small and black. When he brought it over to the bed Julian saw it was an airline's sleep-mask. 'What..?' he said.

'I have plans for you. I don't want you coming just from watching. I thought this might help.' Julian felt like his heart might break his ribs. To not be able to see Max seemed a terrible punishment, but part of him wanted the darkness. Wanted to be nothing but the skin under Max's fingers. Max was looking at him, waiting for Julian to say yes or no.

Mouth dry, palms slick with sweat, Julian nodded.

With a smile twitching at the corners of Max's mouth, he leaned down and kissed Julian's eyelids closed. It was gentle, barely a touch and then he was sliding the mask over Julian's head. Julian opened his eyes, wondering if he'd feel disorientated, but the blackness just made him better able to feel the sheets under his back, the warmth of Max's thigh next to his hip, the tips of Max's fingers trailing through his hair.

The touch brushed his neck, then was gone, and suddenly he wanted to look, to be able to see what Max was doing. 'Max, please,' he said. 'Touch me.'

'My turn to look. Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?'

The words felt like a hand on his cock. 'Max, fuck,' he said, meaning, no, I can't see, please talk to me, touch me.

Max moved to lie beside him, resting a hand on Julian's stomach. Heat on Julian's neck, forehead against the angle of his jaw tilting Julian's head, then Max's lips, teeth, plucking at the skin where his shoulder curved upwards. 'Do you trust me?' A whisper against his ear.

'Yes.' Unhesitating. 'Just please. Don't stop.'

'Good.' Max's hand moved, heavy weight towards Julian's hip, fingers light down between his thighs. The heat of his chest at Julian's side, the brush of his cock against Julian's waist. Waiting for the next sensation. The dip of the bed as Max moved, pushing up, before resting his weight on Julian's chest, fitting their hips like a puzzle, denting the mattress with one knee between Julian's legs. He cupped a hand around the back of Julian's head, lifting him to a kiss. Julian felt pliant, at the mercy of Max's will.

'Tell me what you want,' Max said.

'Anything. Fuck me, touch, suck, anything, please.' Julian's skin was buzzing, his bones ached with need.

Another kiss, hungry, Max sucking at Julian's tongue, biting his lips until Julian groaned, trying to rub against Max who was holding him with his hips. Shifting his weight onto his hands either side of Julian's shoulders, Max moved, used his tongue and teeth on Julian's left nipple, bit gently at the skin over his ribs, then harder when Julian moaned.

A knee pushed at the inside of Julian's thigh and he spread his legs so Max could kneel there. Max's hands on his waist, thumbs brushing the crests of bone as his palms moved downwards, the shuffling sound of skin against cotton, Max's hands pushing Julian's legs apart, bending his knees, giving himself room.

A kiss on the crease of his groin, on the base of his cock, and then Max's tongue, pointed heat. Fingers finding his on the bed, pulling his hands down to his legs, holding them there until Julian took their weight, holding himself open for Max's tongue, Max's fingers on his arse, tongue fucking into him.

Almost unaware that he was speaking, Julian said, 'Fuck me, Max, god, fuck me,' but Max didn’t move, kept using his tongue and his thumbs to tease him open.

Finally when Julian was nothing but begging need, he felt Max kneel and push against him, push up him until he was stretched, filled, moving with the thrust of Max's hips.

Robbed of his sight, unable to watch Max's face, the shift of shadows over his shoulders as he moved, Julian was only nerve endings, skin, heat. Open to the rocking of Max's hips, resistance, friction, he was nothing but this need to be fucked, the sweat on his skin, sounds in his throat that meant yes and more and harder.

**

Max felt the clench of Julian around his cock, drank the sounds of his moans, pressed deeper into him. He looked wanton and needy blindfolded in a way that made Max breathless. He was usually quiet, let his want show in his eyes, but now he begged, pleaded with Max to fuck him, was shaking. Max wanted to push the mask off, look at Julian's face as he fucked him, but having him like this, desperate with desire, was worth it.

'Touch yourself,' he said, and watched Julian try to make sense of the words. He eased Julian's left hand off his thigh, feeling the leg curl round his waist, pulling him closer. 'Touch yourself,' he said again, watching as Julian's fingers wrapped around his cock.

The sight made him falter, stop thrusting, making Julian say, 'Don't stop, fuck me, fuck me.' Max thrust harder, sure he was bruising Julian's arse with his hips, watched as Julian's hand spasmed and he came, gasping, as Max followed him down.

'My god,' Julian said as Max settled beside him. He pushed the mask off his eyes and turned to stare into Max's face.

The mask had left a mark at his temple and Max traced it with a finger. 'Are you okay?'

'Okay? I'm… Fuck, Max. Did you..? No, I mean- Shh.' Julian kissed him, then pulled Max down onto his chest, twisting his fingers in Max's hair.

'Okay,' Max said, and listened to Julian's heartbeat slow as he fell asleep.