A/N: This little ficlet contains my characters David Engle (who is also featured in my fics "Sweet Like a Lemon Precious Like a Stone, Southern Weather, Deathbed, With A Cherry On Top, and Fragments of Sweat Tastes of Erotica) and my character Brian Hannigan (who is also featured in Fragments of Sweat, Tastes of Erotica). This is just another dirty, kinky little PWP involving these characters; however, let it be noted that none of these are related. They merely contain the same characters, because I love them and have a fixation with recycling. Anyways, hope you enjoy part one. It ends with allusions to a future threesome involving my character Jason Felix (who is featured in all of the fics stated above) and the next part will follow up on that promise. So, enjoy, and please SEND REVIEWS. I will love you forever, no joke.

.Nude Portraits on the Wall.

Brian Hannigan was shit-faced. Brian Hannigan was shit-faced and horny. Brian Hannigan was shit-faced and horny and newly single. His state of inebriation was due to his "newly single" status, as a matter of fact. Haley had found the e-mails. And bam - that was the end of a marriage.

"Dave, i's your fault, y'know…" Brian slurred as he and his roommate, David, stumbled down the hall, narrowly avoiding a door frame or two.

"Wha' the fuck? How th' hell is it my fault? It's your dumbass tha' got caught." David stabbed the key in the lock a few times, his vision blurring, and he nearly fell over. He caught the door knob just in time, kicking at the wood violently. "Fucking door…Jason!" David forced a shout to rip from his alcohol-abused throat, his fist slamming against the door as he shouted for he and Brian's third roommate. "Argh - Jason, open the fucking door!"

The beam of light illuminated David's anger-flushed face as a large blue eye peeked hesitantly out of the crack. "Oh," Jason whispered, swinging the door open fully. "Heh. It's just you gu – whoa. You guys reek…how much did you both drink?" Jason backed away from the two drunken men. He was clad in only his purple bathrobe, and David was notoriously rapist-like when he was wasted.

"Enough to wash the memories away, mate," said Brian, slapping Jason on the back as he slammed the door shut behind him, taking David by the hand and dragging him to their bedroom with a patronizing "C'mon, boy…" but David followed without a word, leaving a bewildered Jason staring blankly at their closed door.

David threw himself onto the bed, landing sprawled on his back, tearing off his shirt in a slutty yet effective way to capture Brian's attention. "You nev'r answered my question, how the hell is your divorce my fault?" David spoke to the ceiling, drumming his fingers on his bare chest.

"I told you, Haley saw the e-mails. And she freaked."

"Still not answering the question."

"Well, you were the one who started them, weren't you? And not just those, but all those blatantly flirtatious comments too!"

David sat up immediately, disbelief racing through his blood. "What the fuck, Mike! And you didn't play right on along with it? C'mon! It takes two to tango fuckface, and you were definitely flirting back."

Brian stalked over to the bed, towering over David's sitting form. "But you started it!"

"Oh fuck you kid, we're not in kindergarten!"

"Kid?" Brian said softly, his tone sharpened with a dangerous edge, now pressed so close to David that his alcohol-laced breath tickled the little baby hairs at the crown of David's head, his hipbones were digging into David's shoulders and, if David stuck out his tongue just right, he could've licked one of those delicious perky little sweat-laden nipples. But he didn't.

Because Brian was too busy crawling on top of him, pinning him on his back, crumpled sheets tangling at the back of his head as he was roughly shoved into the bed. Brian dipped his head down to capture David's lips, hands twisting and tugging in that sexy mop of hair, thumbs drilling into David's temples. David threw his head back, gasping, "See, Mike?" He pressed a heated kiss to Brian's neck, sucking hard while his hands latched to Brian's hipbones, grinding against them, creating a delicious friction. "It doesn't even matter who started what –" He panted between kisses. "Either way, we'd end up like this –" As the word 'this' spilled from David's lips, he flipped them over roughly, biting at Brian's collarbone as Brian's fingers dug increasingly more demanding, still curled and tugging within the confines of David's hair. "The chemistry between us is simply-" He bit at a nipple "- too powerful."

Brian growled, striking a chord deep within David, reverberating heavily. Their lips found each other once more, tongues exploring, running along flawless teeth, dragging along the roof of a mouth, tangling with each other. Brian's fingernails made tiny crescent-imprints in David's arms as he flipped them again. Only he flipped too far, and the two oversexed men, their blood racing with testosterone, landed on a heap on a floor.

Without skipping a beat, Brian pinned David's wrists in one fist, the flesh chafing against the wooden floor and he tore off the remainder of David's clothes with his eager free hand. "So. Fucking. Sexy." He breathed between bites to David's chest, his own heaving with blood-pumping hormones and alcohol.

"Get up, David," Brian bit suddenly, stumbling hastily to his feet, and David followed suit, his cheeks flushed and Brian couldn't help but think how illegally adorable David looked in that moment, those dark eyes alight with passion and sex and that alcohol-induced stupor, his lips so perfect and swollen and pink they could've of been painted on, and his auburn-brown hair flung every which way, highlighting the sheer sex that radiated from this Sex God of a man.

"I wanna try something new," he whispered heatedly into the junction of David's ear and bite mark-ridden throat. And with that, David was thrown into the wall, his back meeting the hard surface with a guttural moan, anchoring Brian closer to him with anxious hands, whimpering as Brian's lips found solace in his collarbone, trailing to kitten-lick his nipples and ending with a tongue-swirl to his sensitive belly button. David's head tipped back against the wall, and Brian's mouth took advantage immediately, latching onto the strong jaw line and powerful throat, his tongue tracing the adam's apple as David swallowed hard.

Brian's hipbones dug with bruising force into David's, holding him effortlessly against the wall, this beautiful man completely at his mercy. His tongue swept through David's mouth in quick, anxious strokes as David scrambled to wrestle off Brian's boxers. They were now both completely exposed to each other.

"Lube, Dave-" Brian panted roughly into the corner of David's parted, reddened lips, his vodka-scented breath licking the roof of David's mouth. "Where's the – nngh –" Brian panted but was interrupted by a particular maddeningly sexy lick to his nipples "- fucking – lube."

"Top drawer, baby," David murmured lowly into Brian's ear, evoking an electrifying shiver to surge through his blood, and David placed his hand onto Brian's tan, taut arm, guiding him to the sacred substance.

Brian snatched the bottle with a nearly animalistic urgency, swiping a dollop onto his palm and tossing the bottle over his shoulder. He translated the lube from his hand to his cock, and began to distribute the deliciously cold substance himself, before deciding that David would too a much better job. He shoved David's hand onto his cock, growling into his ear, "Lube it up real, good, little Davie…that's right…" He panted as David obeyed his order immediately, those strong fingers wrapping around his length just right, flicking his wrist at just the right moments.

As David's hand worked on his cock, Brian rammed two fingers into David's mouth. "Suck," he growled, and at the exact same moment, his teeth bit viciously into David's vulnerable bottom lip, eliciting a beautiful gasp to spill from his lover's mouth. David did as he was told, lubing Brian's cock and sucking on his fingers, his eyes locked with Brian's as his mouth adjusted for the digits, sending yet another bolt of heat straight to Brian's cock. He fingers slid out of David's mouth and, completely without warning, shoved inside of him.

David gasped at the unannounced intrusion, and Brian took full advantage, shoving his tongue down David's throat, kissing him brutally as his fingers moved inside of him. "I think I'm prepared enough, Jesus, Bri…" David whispered into Brian's shoulder, exchanging sweat. "Please, just – nngh –" David whimpered as Brian's mouth slipped from his lips to nibble at his jaw line. "- Get the fuck inside of me – nngh - now."

Brian grinned at his baby's eagerness, withdrawing his fingers, grinning broader when he heard the whimper escape from David's throat, saddened that he was left empty. He grabbed David roughly by his hips and flipped him so his face was pressed harshly against the wall, and thrusted inside of him without warning.

"FUCK!" David shouted hoarsely, his sensitive chest scratched by the unforgiving wall, and a huge cock suddenly pulsing inside of him. He leaned his forehead against the wall, whisper-chanting "Fuck…fuck…fuck…" until his cries of pain were silenced by Brian's fingers on his chin, pulling his face to meet his, and lips smothering his own.

"Are you alright?" Brian whispered into the back of David's neck, his lips catching the sweat that trickled from David's temples. David was surprised by Brian's show of comfort, a gesture he typically didn't offer.

"Fine…fine…" David growled, cursing that his pain was made so vulnerable, usually he was better at shrugging it off.

Brian nodded against his back, pressing his lips to the soft skin, and suddenly withdrew his cock, so only the tip was still inside, and then slammed back in with a guttural moan, the force of David's tight passage hitting him like a blow to the face.

"So…fucking…tight…" He bit between thrusts, slamming David into the wall, who arched back into the movements. David leaned his head back, capturing Brian's lips in a rough kiss, and their tongues tangled together, creating a rhythm in tune to Brian's thrusts.

Brian's hands raked down David's sides as their bodies rocked together, laying kisses down his shoulders, biting at the shallow dip where his shoulders met his neck, urged on by the heavenly moans that ripped from David's lips. His finger curled around David's massive erection, pumping the pulsing, hard flesh in his fist violently, savoring David's plaintive cries, as he forced himself further into Brian's hand.

"Oh fuck, David, oh fuck David, David, David…FUCK!" And with that last shout, pulled deep from his chest like a lion's roar, Brian hit his climax powerfully, and the earth seemed to shatter, lights and glass exploding and reflecting off each other and raining down upon him as he released into David, his breath soaking the back of David's neck as his hips continued to rock, milking this orgasm for all he was worth.

David's peak hit at almost the exact moment, shuddering violently as his come expelled into Brian's hand, the rough material of the wall suddenly painfully apparent as it chafed his body, grinding it to the surface as he came.

"So, when exactly d'you guys plan on lettin' me join in?"

Brian pulled out of David with a terrifying jolt at the startling intrusion, his hands flying to his privates on instinct. David spun around, mortified, pressing himself tighter to the wall, as if praying it would simply swallow him up and carry him away.

It was Jason. And not just that, oh no, but Jason bearing a fucking video camera, and a grin so wide, David feared his face might split in half. He tossed his dreads over his shoulder, biting his lip evilly, and set that evil piece of electronic equipment on the dresser, turning back to them with a goofy laugh. "You guys are hot, and man, I got some damn good stuff on there too. That double-orgasm? Phew," Jason flicked an imaginary bead of sweat off his forehead. "Now that was hot. Got me a boner," he giggled.

"Little Jason Felix…" Brian tsk-ed, embarrassment cast aside when he realized who the intruder was…harmless little Jason. "Mate, what are we gonna do with you…"

"Fuck me?" Jason asked, biting his lip hopefully, glancing fitfully between the two of them.

Brian laughed, turning to face the still-breathless David, who had stood to press up behind him, kissing the side of his neck. "You game?" David whispered into his ear.

"Boy, are you kidding me? David, c'mon, I'm always up for seconds." They shared another elaborate kiss. "It's threesome time."