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Title: Time for that bi-yearly check up!
Day 2 in the Brian/Justin 'Where should we fuck next?' series. This takes place right after the backroom has been closed by Stockwell in Season 3.
Summary: Justin and Brian have to come up with a new place to have sex publicly every day during Stockwell's reign of terror.
Disclaimer: I down own the boys or Cowlip. Actually I do. Oh wait...that's right. You can't believe anything I say because I'm crazy...
"Has it really been six months since our last testing?"
"Yeah...but I should've brought you in right after you broke up with Ian," Brian murmured.
"Brian!" Justin responded indignantly. "We were careful. We used condoms..."
"I'm not talking about that. I mean you could've picked up anything in that dump you guys lived in," Brian grumbled. "You guys would have had more money if you had charged the rats that you lived with rent."
Brian looked at the blood-pressure cuff hanging on the wall and chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Justin asked.
"When Mikey was younger, he wanted to know what would happen if he put the blood-pressure measuring...thing on his dick."
"Oh God," Justin snickered, "tell me he didn't!"
"He did," Brian nodded, trying hard not to laugh. "He screamed so loud and hard, Debbie came rushing into the exam room, tore the thing off and slapped him upside the head."
Justin laughed also, then frowned. "Wait, I remember how small my dick was when I was little. How old was he at the time?"
"Nineteen," Brian drawled while looking around. "You know, the doctor probably won't be here for another fifteen minutes. You saw how busy the clinic was..."
"Here?!" Justin gasped, knowing exactly what Brian was trying to get at.
"But we can't! It's the exam room."
"What does the sign up on the wall say?" Brian asked.
"This one," Brian pointed at two words.
"No smoking," Justin responded.
"Yeah, and it doesn't say, 'no fucking,' so we're covered."
"And look, why would they not allow you to fuck when they provide you with the KY," Brian implied as he pulled a tube out of a drawer.
"Come on. This is perfect," Brian pleaded, sucking his upper lip in.
"Good!" Brian said quickly as he turned Justin around and leaned him against the table, pulling his jeans down in one shot. "Time for your prostate exam," Brian said in a high falsetto voice.
"Ha! Ha!" Justin joked back before it turned into a moan. "Oh yeah, right there..."
"I seemed to have found it Mr. Taylor and it appears to be functioning," Brian stated lewdly while jabbing at Justin's spot repeatedly. "But I should keep probing until satisfied." Justin moaned again. "Or one of us is," he leered.
Just then the door flew open.
But it wasn't the doctor who walked in.
It was a little old lady in a candy striper apron, a name tag proclaiming her name to be BETSY.
"Oh my!" Betsy gasped.
"This isn't what you think!" Justin exclaimed hurriedly.
"Actually, it is what you think Betsy," Brian said, trying to catch his breath as he slowed down and clung to Justin. "Well...what do you think it is?"
"You're both fornicating," the woman stared dumbfoundedly.
"Yes, but we're not smoking," Brian made clear.
"Now I know I've read the hospital rules and I don't think there was a rule anywhere that said fornicating was allowed in the exam room," she responded in a small voice.
"Yeah, but was there a rule that said it wasn't?" Brian asked innocently.
"I just came in to tell you the doctor is still with another patient and will be about ten minutes."
"Told ya," Brian said which Justin accompanied with a 'sssh' and an arm slap.
"I'll go now," Betsy whispered as she left the room, a confused look on her face.
"You know, I think we scarred her for life," Justin stated sadly.
"She's old. How many years could she possibly have left?" Brian responded irreverently.
"Brian! Hey what are you doing?" Justin exclaimed as Brian resumed his stance from earlier and started to glide himself inside the young man.
"You heard her. The doctor won't be back for awhile," Brian groaned as he punctuated the last statement with a hard thrust.
"But Betsy...might come back," Justin moaned, his eyes closed.
"Naw, she's too busy looking in the hospital manual. Trust me. We have at least another ten minutes. I plan on using that time to fornicate your brains out!"
And fornicate they did.
So I was trying to figure out scenarios that fit with the word 'pressure' and I kept thinking of gas pressure and in terms in weight than in terms of peer pressure when I was passing by the self blood pressure testing thing at Safeway and this little ficlet came to me.
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