The prompt is 'chest hair' by sevigny7 and 'swimming pool' by josieb1.
Title: Old men and their war stories
Day 5 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.
Prompts: 'chest hair,' 'swimming pool'
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. I am not vegetable or mineral. :)
Day 1 - A night at the park
Day 2 - Time for that bi-yearly check up!
Day 3 - Sort of like Saturn 3 - only with guys
Day 4 - But it's not even Friday
"You do realize that the whole YMCA thing in our world was just blown out of proportion, don't you? I mean, look at this place," Justin exclaimed as he took a look around the swimming pool. "It's positively crawling with old men. Old, heterosexual men, I might add."
"Yeah, but it has a shower and it's public so its perfect."
Justin shivered as his gaze fell upon a group of men lounging by the pool. "We could get our ass kicked here."
"They're old. Look, their chest hair even has chest hair."
"Yeah, and its growing out of their ears. So gross," Justin commented as he wrinkled his nose.
"Come on," Brian said as he led Justin to the showers.
Once there, Brian quickly shed his clothes, watching as his young lover did the same. They both made their way to the shower while the older man adjusted the water to the perfect temperature. Standing under the spray, Brian turned Justin around, prepared him and entered him slowly.
"Mmmm....so good," Brian groaned in bliss, "I've been wanting to do that."
"The whole boat thing didn't go over so well last night," Justin giggled, then moaned as Brian found the spot Justin loved Brian finding.
Brian thrust slowly a number of times into Justin, taking his sweet time. He knew if they were caught, it would probably be bad, but he just wanted to luxuriate in this feeling for now, because really, being in Justin was one of his favorite places to be. Besides, he saw the old men. They would be in the pool for awhile.
"Now what in tarnation is going on here?" a voice could be heard demanding when both Brian and Justin quickly separated and looked at the old man.
"God, this guy is the cryptkeeper," Brian whispered to Justin, the young man 'ssshing' back quietly.
"Aw, that takes me back to the war," the old man lamented wistfully as he looked at the young men still holding on to each other.
"Really?" Justin asked inquisitively.
"Which side did you fight on?" Brian questioned mockingly. "North or South?"
"Brian!" Justin whispered fiercely.
"It was the big un. WW 2. I was stationed in the South Pacific. Ohhh, things were harsh back then," the man said wearily as he gazed at the ceiling in remembrance. "Me and Pete and Hugh were out on recon...that's a scouting mission for in-for-ma-tion, for all you civilians," the man continued. "Ole Hugh stepped on a land mine and was blown away just as purty as you please. Then the ground opened up. It was a trap, you see...and we were sucked into a large hole. Them Japs slid a trap door over the opening. Couldn't get out. They would have to send a recon out to get us outta there too. Hugh, he just died in that ole hole," the man mourned as he shook his head back and forth.
"That's terrible!" Justin shuddered. "How long were you and Pete down there?"
"Don't rightly know, but it were days and days. Yep, just me and Pete," the man said wistfully as he looked at Brian and Justin fondly.
Justin looked at the man with sympathy. He must have cared for Pete. He knew where the story was going.
"We was getting pretty low down there. All our hope was just about gone. Pete was my best friend ya know. And we wouldna done it but damn, we had to!" he said forcefully.
"We understand, believe me," Justin agreed with a small knowing smile.
"Yeah, so by the seventh day, being as hungry as we were, we finally ate ole Hugh."
"Okay...wait, you ate Hugh?!?!" Justin shouted in disbelief.
"Where did you think this was going?" Brian asked Justin after the young man had slapped him on the arm for chuckling quietly after the revelation.
"I thought they would discover how much they cared for each other and well..."
"What?" the old man yelled. "Well o' course I cared for Pete. Wouldna ate him. 'Sides he wasn't dead yet."
"I mean," Justin stammered, "wait. Why did you say we reminded you of that time if it wasn't because you two...were...being intimate?"
"Intimate? Me and Pete?" the man scoffed. "We both had our wives back home. Daisy Mae was quite a woman," the man recalled fondly.
"You eat her too?" Brian quipped while still trying not to laugh.
"Naw, just Hugh. I remembered that time cause that feller there," the man said as he pointed to Brian, "reminded me of Hugh, the guy we et."
"I remind you of the guy you et?" Brian shook his head. "The guy you ate?"
"Yeah. Never forget a face like that. Well," the man said as he slapped his thighs. "Gotta go."
Brian and Justin watched as the strange old man walked out of the shower room.
"Well, he didn't seem to have a problem with what we were doing. He's alright," Brian smiled in satisfaction.
"Yeah, for a cannibal!" Justin laughed as he said the last word.
"Aw, it was just survival. I'm in advertising. I can relate," Brian shook his head. "Wanna go back to the loft and finish this?"
As they dressed and walked out, Brian turned to Justin and grinned. "That's why he was looking at us fondly. He was probably sizing up which was the best cut on me."
Snickering, Justin quickly turned serious and addressed Brian. "If we ever get caught in one of those life or death situations where we could face starvation, would you..."
"Please. Now," Brian said as he held up his finger, "if we should ever get caught at the agency, I think we could agree to eat Vance."
"Would he have to be dead first?"
"That's a moot point."
"No problem," Justin shivered, "that man gives me the creeps. He reminds me of the bad guy in that movie that Michael likes, Boondock Saints."
"You too huh? Yeah," Brian agreed.
"Brian?" Justin asked.
"How long would we have to go before having to resort to eating him you think?"
"Dunno," Brian shrugged. "Three hours?"
Yes, I still managed to put a cannibal in one of these. LOL! FB is love.