This one is named Brian. With an "i" and not a "y," which he's been firmly reminded of every time he looks down at the boy's shirt. This occurrence is often, because Addy can't get over it. Why is it an "i"? Logically, he knows that "Brian" is technically the traditional spelling, but his neck is being kissed and he, consequently, is not thinking logically. Really, he thinks he shouldn't be doing this anymore, but it feels nice and the guy's really, terrifyingly nice and really gentle with him, so he supposes it should be fine. He shudders when the boy puts his hands up his shirt, and Addy whines softly, a nearly inaudible, "Please," coming out of his red mouth. This has been going on for about an hour. The kissing, the touching, the gentle biting and squeezing; it's all a bit much, if Addy's honest, but it's also exactly what he's wanted since he started this shit. It's nothing like Bryan (with a "y") and that makes it better than anybody else. Brian ("i") isn't pushing him, isn't doing much of anything other than teasing him and drawing tiny moans and whimpers and pleas from Addy's throat every few seconds. And the guy is good at it; he's fucking phenomenal, and it's making Addy's skinny jeans feel so much tighter, and he whimpers another little plea, and the guy finally detaches his mouth from Addy's neck. He's been sucking slowly, but surely, for the past five minutes, and Addy knows there's probably a really lovely hickey over his pulse now and he is shaking with want. "Please," he reiterates, and Brian smiles gently and picks him up easily, walking over to the bed and laying Addy down, removing all of Addy's clothes agonizingly slowly, along with his own, and Addy gets a little distracted by the guy's body. He's tan, extremely so, tattoo-less, and he's muscled thickly in all the right places, and Addy wants to lick him head to toe. He knows he won't, but there'll probably be another chance for that and Addy's... excited. About that. He probably shouldn't be. The guy climbs over him, and the gesture is--achingly familiar, and it makes Addy's guts twist horribly, so he flips their position and kisses the boy slowly, slipping in his tongue and being nicely surprised when Brian doesn't fight him for tongue-dominance, instead just sucking lightly on Addy's tongue and then wrapping his own around Addy's. It's nice. The boy's quite good at calming Addy's nerves down, and Addy sort of wants to keep him. He runs his hands down the guy's Adonis-like body, and then presses his hands into the boy's brown (dyed blue at the tips), wavy (but not curly) hair, kissing him again as the boy rolls a condom onto his length. When Brian gives an affirmative noise, he lifts Addy up by his hips--making Addy feel a little like a baby bird--and situates him directly over his massive dick. Addy, to his credit, relaxes and lets the guy control him. Which he does. He pushes Addy down as agonizingly slowly as the rest of this affair has been, and by the time Addy's sitting flush on the boy's hips, his nails are in Brian's abdomen and he's whimpering and gasping and moaning like a two-penny whore. Brian is smirking like he knows he's fucking extraordinary, and then he raises Addy slightly and slowly presses back into him, and Addy groans again. This continues for about an hour and a half. It gets close enough that Addy's moaning the boy's name (though, he isn't sure if he's moaning "y" or "i"), and each time it happens, Brian just backs off, and it's all slow and a lot closer to love-making than it is a one-night-stand. The intensity and arousal is burning slow and hot in Addy's stomach, and he gasps sharply when there's very suddenly a hand around his cock, and then the guy is jerking him off just as slowly as he's screwing him, and it's all a bit much and Addy's on just the right side of overwhelmed when he shoots off all over the man's stomach. Brian comes nearly at the exact same time, his muscles going all taut and pretty and his face looks like it should be chiseled from marble, and Addy is gasping and moaning his name and the guy's smiling and coming and moaning and it's all very--intimate. Addy feels liked, and wanted, and sexy. And like he could never do any wrong in the world. When he finally pulls off, his legs feel like they're jelly, and the boy lifts him up easily and sets him on the side of the tub gently, running warm water and lighting candles. It makes Addy feel very, very warm and comfortable and nice and good, and it's even better when Brian gets in and then gently pulls Addy in with him. Brian immediately wraps Addy in tan limbs and warm-but-not-hot water, and Addy leans his head against the guy's shoulder and kisses his ear gently, and the guy just smiles like he's happy to be there in that moment. It makes Addy wonder what he's been doing wrong, and about an hour later, he is extricated very gently out of the tub and immediately wrapped in the fluffiest, softest towel he's ever encountered, and they go back to the man's room and it's the first time since being in New York that he actually wants to stay instead of leave. Brian helps him into pajamas that are extremely soft and warm (it's fuzzy pants and an over-sized cotton t-shirt that makes Addy feel pleasantly small), and then they're both climbing into the guy's massive bed and under the most lovely covers Addy's ever had the luck to meet, and Brian runs his fingers through Addy's damp hair until Addy falls asleep. When he wakes up, he smells pancakes, and he's about to run down and tell Brian he's vegan when he's gently kissed and told, in a voice that's deep and soft and definitely not Bryan, "They're vegan pancakes. I remembered you telling me you were vegan, so I had the cook make you some vegan pancakes. They're very good. I hope you like strawberries." Addy's heart nearly falls out of his mouth, and he nods and kisses the boy's nose. "I feel bad for not doing anything for you," he confesses, and Brian shushes him with a kiss and a very kind, "You're doing everything just by being here," and Addy wants to puke from how adored he feels. When he finally gets back to his apartment, he's floating and it's six at night and he feels warm and happy--and he does not check his phone for messages from Bryan-with-a-y.
