Rustles of Spring II

brian

Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Genres: Angst, AU, Drama, Romance, Sequel
Warnings: OOC
Summary:Justin gets a job teaching art to the twelve year old daughter of one of the Board members at PIFA. Brian is his bosses business manager. A variation on a plot bunny by Judy. This is the sequel.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer as Folk are properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and others. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated by the author and not by any independent body.



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Happy Birthday Judy




Justin grabbed Brian’s hand and dragged him out towards the elevators. “Come on stud, there’s one more thing I need to learn how to do.”

“What’s that?” Brian asked.

Justin smiled. “You.”

Brian knew that although he had deep feelings for Justin, he wasn’t ready to bottom for anyone and certainly not with someone who was a virgin yesterday. Justin would just have to practice being a bottom for the required time, which if he was going to be with Brian Kinney, was forever. As the doors of the elevator closed, Brian pulled Justin close to him and kissed him passionately. The elevator made its way down from the thirty fourth floor and Brian’s kisses became more urgent as his cock betrayed him. Justin rubbing against him was guaranteed to get a reaction. He cared about Justin but bottoming was something entirely different. The sound of the bell jolted them both out of their trance-like state. Brian stepped back and smiled. “Down boy,” he laughed. “I have to work in this building. We aren’t giving any free shows today.”

Justin smiled as Brian took his hand. “Home James,” Justin laughed.

The ride home was quiet, only filled with occasional glances and smiles. They walked hand in hand to the elevator and Brian pulled down the safety grill. It closed with a loud clank but both men waited for closer contact until they were inside the door of the loft.

When Brian slid the heavy steel door closed, he turned and looked at Justin with fire and lust in his eyes. They moved together as if in slow motion but as their lips touched, the passion ignited between them. Brian tore Justin’s clothes from his body. He couldn’t wait any longer. The walk to the bedroom was too far for Brian at this point in time. He pulled Justin down onto the floor and entered him slowly, realizing he still needed to be careful with his little virgin.

“Ohhhh Brian, I want this, I want you,” Justin stammered as he was awash with emotion. Knowing that Brian still wanted him even though he could have fucked up his deal and wasted all his hard work had warmed Justin’s heart. Brian really cared about him and he couldn’t have been happier. He and Brian were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

Brian was amazed how comfortable they were with each other. He hadn’t known Justin very long and already it felt like forever. If he hadn’t been so horny, he would have been frightened. Justin was stirring all sorts of unfamiliar emotions in him. He swept everything from his mind except the way it felt to be inside his little blond almost virgin.

“Fuck me harder,” Justin begged, his voice was raspy as Brian thrust inside him.

Brian looked into the pleading eyes of the man beneath him and pressed in harder each time.

Justin’s legs were around Brian’s waist, locking him in place.

Brian moaned as he thrust into Justin continuously. He felt his orgasm start in his toes, tingling through his body, making every nerve ending come alive. The pressure in his body mounted until he was exploding, unable to stall any longer.

“Ahhhh,” Brian cried out as he came. He opened his eyes as he felt Justin shoot between their bodies and crashed his mouth on Justin’s, needing to taste him.

Justin’s legs fell from Brian’s waist as their kiss ended.

Brian buried his face into the side of Justin’s neck, his breathing heavy and labored.

Justin turned his head slightly and panted into Brian’s ear. “I love you.”

Brian froze. Fuck. Did Justin just tell him he loved him? He cradled Justin’s head with his elbows resting against Justin’s clavicles, his hands clasped over Justin’s head. He didn’t know what to say. Fuck. He felt Justin run his hands up his back with gently flowing strokes. How should he handle this? He liked Justin, more than liked him but love. Fuck. Brian felt his cock soften. He wasn’t sure if it was time or it was fear. How did he get himself into these messes? This was Sam’s son. Fuck.

Justin felt Brian’s body stiffen as he said the words and knew instantly it was a mistake. He didn’t know what had possessed him to say that. They barely knew each other yet he did want Brian and he knew already that he loved him. Brian would be his. It would just take some time before Brian realized it too. Justin licked Brian’s ear and whispered into it again. “You are so hott when you fuck me. Careful Mr. Kinney, I might just become addicted to your cock.”

Brian lifted his head and looked into Justin’s eyes, searching for something to tell him how to handle this situation. He didn’t see a dewy eyed lovesick teen and was surprised. Hadn’t Justin told him he loved him?

Justin laughed when he saw Brian’s face searching for answers as it looked at him. “Now I think we should go to Babylon and dance, I feel terrific,” Justin smiled. “Did you see the look on Craig’s face when Security escorted him out?”

“Ah, yeah, he was pretty steamed at you,” Brian stammered, still very confused with what was happening. Justin seemed normal now. “Were you serious about Babylon?”

Justin rolled Brian off him and sat up. “I think I need a shower first though,” he laughed. “Do you mind?”

Brian sat up too. “Ah no it’s um, through there,” he pointed to the bathroom.

Justin laughed. “I remember from the first time I came here,” he walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open and turned on the shower.

Brian sat on the floor wondering what just happened. One minute Justin told him he loved him and the next, he pretended it didn’t happen. Was he pretending? Brian wasn’t sure. Usually if a trick got too involved he just showed them the door. He didn’t do relationships at all. Justin wasn’t a trick though; he wanted to see Justin again. Hell they were going to Paris together in a few days. He stopped himself as he felt his fear rising again. “Get out of your head asshole and enjoy the victory from the meeting earlier,” he ordered himself.

Justin emerged from the shower in a towel and held his hand out to Brian who was still sitting on the floor. “Come on, I want to dance the night away,” he winked as he helped Brian up. “We’ll need to call past the house, I want to change but I’ll be quick,” Justin smiled.

When Brian went to shower, Justin gathered his clothing that was strewn all over the room and dressed. He flicked on the TV and sat on the sofa. As he channel surfed, it took him all his composure to stay calm. There was plenty of time for Brian to fall in love with him. He had to not be too gushy and scare him. The L word seemed to scare the shit out of Brian, he wondered why as he flicked through the channels.

Brian turned off the water and towel dried his hair. What was going on here? He chastised himself again for thinking too much. Tonight was a night to celebrate. All the work he had done on the takeover had paid off and he wanted to enjoy it and he wanted to enjoy it with Justin. If he let his mind wander onto what ifs he would drive himself crazy. He would make sure he told Justin that even though he liked him a lot, he didn’t do relationships at all the next time an opportunity presented itself. He dressed in his sexiest club clothes, leaving his hair damp and sexy looking. Brian smiled as he saw Justin glued to the History channel as he walked down the stairs. “Anything interesting?” he asked.

Justin looked up and smiled. “I like this channel, there’s always something interesting to learn about on here.”

“I like it myself but I don’t get much time to watch TV anymore. Maybe now the takeovers finished I may get some early nights.” Brian tried to sound casual.

“When is Paris happening?” Justin asked.

“In three days,” Brian said. “Are you sure you can get away for three weeks? What about Claire’s lessons?”

“Dad said it was fine. I haven’t been to Paris in years. I can’t wait to see how it’s changed since I was there last,” Justin smiled.

Brian picked up his keys. “You’ve been before?”

“Yeah, my parents used to go all the time when I was young. I used to know it pretty well but I haven’t been for five years. It’s your first trip isn’t it?”

Brian nodded.

Justin laughed. “Wait till you see the Frenchmen, they are gorgeous and I believe that gay life in Paris is very exciting. I was too young for the club scene when I was there last. Well not so much young but inexperienced but that isn’t a problem now,” he winked at Brian.

Brian was shocked. Did Justin want them to trick together in Paris? He fumbled through his keys looking for the one to lock the loft door.

“We better go then, remember I have to change,” Justin smiled, knowing that Brian was rattled by his words about French men.

They drove to Justin’s place with only the sounds of the radio between them.

Brian was looking forward to being in Paris with Justin but hadn’t expected they would be tricking. He was clearly thrown by the concept.

When he pulled the car into the driveway, Justin jumped out, saying he would be back in five.

Brian sat in the car thinking.

********


Justin ran in the door and Sam looked up, smiling. “I didn’t think I’d see you again tonight. Where’s Brian?” he asked.

“Have you got a minute Dad?”

Sam smiled. “For you, yes.”

“I told Brian, I’d be back in five minutes so I have to hurry.” He grabbed Sam’s hand, dragging him up the stairs with him. “We’ll need to talk while I change.”

Sam laughed and went with the flow.

Justin opened his closet and pulled out his leather pants.

“What are we talking about?” Sam asked.

“Brian, of course, I told him I loved him tonight and he nearly had kittens.”

Sam laughed loudly. “I’m sure he did. Brian is a player, Jus; he’s never been in a relationship to my knowledge. What did he say?”

“I just pretended it was the heat of the moment and pretended it didn’t happen. He’s confused now,” Justin smiled.

“I know Brian cares about you but don’t crowd him. This is new for him and I don’t think he’s fully accepted that he has feelings for you.”

“I told him I couldn’t wait for us to hit the club scene in Paris. He almost dropped his keys,” Justin laughed as he pulled on his pants.

Sam laughed too. “Did he say anything?”

“No and he’s been quiet ever since,” Justin smiled.

“Brian works hard but if rumors are true, he plays hard as well. Just be careful, don’t rush into anything,” Sam said concerned.

“I love him Dad and I want him and I’ll do whatever it takes to get him.” Justin pulled on his sweater, looked in the mirror and smiled. “How do I look?”

“I’m not sure what gay men are supposed to look like but if you were out trolling for women you’d do fine,” Sam laughed.

Justin laughed. “I've got to go, thanks Dad. Paris is still okay then?”

“I had my secretary make the arrangements, you both leave on Thursday morning and you have an adjoining suite on the top floor of the hotel. I’ll give you the rest of the itinerary when you come home next.”

Justin hugged Sam. “Don’t worry, I’m sure about Brian. I know he loves me too, he just doesn’t know it yet. Bye.” He ran down the stairs leaving Sam smiling. Justin was determined. He was his father’s son. Once he knew what he wanted, nothing would stop him from getting it. Sam couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Brian. Poor schmuck didn’t know what was about to hit him.

Brian sat in the car waiting. He fiddled with the radio, not knowing what he was looking for. He smiled when Justin’s words floated into his thoughts again. Justin was different from anyone he had met before and fucking him was incredible. Brian felt his cock jump to attention as Justin opened the passenger door and tried to sit next to him in the tightest pair of leather pants Brian had ever seen. He swallowed hard, willing his cock down. “You look good,” he smiled nervously.

“Thanks,” Justin smiled. “Let’s go and celebrate your victory today.”

Brian smiled. He couldn’t work Justin out. People rarely surprised him but Justin was a constant combination of confusion and wonder to him.

“I just saw Dad for a moment and he said we leave on Thursday morning.”

“Great,” Brian said. “It should be a good trip. There is some work but there should be plenty of free time.”

“Grace booked us adjoining suites for the times we need privacy.”

Brian’s game face was on and he didn’t react at all to Justin’s comment.

Justin was disappointed. He was sure that Brian would have coughed or something.

Brian drove in silence, a million thoughts running through his head. What times would they need privacy from the other one, Justin said he wanted them to go to Paris together? He wanted to spend his free time with Justin. Brian needed a drink, maybe two. One minute he loved him and the next he was going to dump him in Paris alone and go out fucking. Brian wasn’t sure if he still wanted to even go if they weren’t going to be together there.

They arrived at Babylon and Brian led the way to the bar.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked.

“Whatever you’re having will be fine,” Justin smiled. He knew Brian was semi-sulking about the separate rooms by the way he ordered himself two drinks and downed the first before handing Justin his.

Emmett wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist from behind, grabbing him firmly. “Hello baby, nice to feel you again.”

Justin smiled and Brian scowled. “How are you Em?”

Emmett released him. “Do you want to dance?”

“Brian and I are celebrating, so the first dance is his,” Justin smiled.

“Later then?” Emmett smiled.

“Yeah later.” Justin turned to Brian who was on to his next drink. “Feel like tripping the light fantastic with me Mr. Kinney?” Justin batted his eyes seductively.

Brian wanted to stay angry but one look at Justin and his cock was screaming for release.

Justin saw the tenting in Brian’s pants. “Where’s the backroom?”

Brian wanted to argue but he found himself pulling Justin in that direction. He was so hard, he wondered if he would make the walk there. He led Justin through a doorway into the darkness.

Justin waited for his eyes to adjust to the limited amount of light. The moans and groans echoing through the room were intoxicating. He clutched Brian’s hand firmly making Brian smile.

When he saw and empty piece of wall, Brian pressed his back against it and unbuttoned his pants. Justin dropped to his knees and kneaded Brian’s hard package. He felt Brian shudder as he touched him. “You’re really hard.”

Brian nodded. Justin’s fingers were driving him wild.

“We better do something about that or you’ll never make it through what I have planned for you on the dance floor tonight.”

Brian wondered what Justin had in mind for later. He felt Justin ease his pants down just enough for his cock to fall freely.

Justin licked his lips as he looked longingly at Brian’s perfect cock, the pre-cum was already leaking profusely. He moved his mouth closer, so his breath was ticking Brian.

Brian shuddered again at Justin’s hot breath teasing him. He felt Justin’s tongue flick his tip and he moaned loudly. Justin could get him so hott so fast.

Justin licked Brian’s cock from tip to end, coating it in saliva until it was dripping wet and shaking.

Brian fought the urge to just push into Justin’s mouth and down his throat. It felt so good when Justin touched him but he was close, wanting to get off but wanting it to go on forever. When he finally felt Justin’s mouth encase him, it took all his strength not to lurch forward.

Justin sucked him down his throat, teasing Brian’s cock with the back of his throat.

“Yessss,” Brian moaned as Justin worked on his cock until Brian was shooting down his throat. He cried out Justin’s name, loudly.

Justin couldn’t help smiling. He looked around and could see the shocked looks as Brian cried out his name.

Brian opened his eyes as Justin let the cock slip from his mouth. He pulled Justin to his feet, winding his arms about him and crashed their mouths together roughly. When they finally parted, breathless, Brian panted. “You are amazing.”

Justin tucked Brian’s cock back into his trousers and buttoned Brian’s fly. “I know.” He rested his hand on Brian’s crotch. “How many songs till you’ll have to fuck me again?” he asked innocently, his big blue eyes looking directly into Brian’s.

All the indecision was gone when Justin touched him. Brian smiled. “That depends on you now, doesn’t it?”

Justin smiled and led Brian to the dance floor. He lifted his arms up and pressed their bodies together.

“You’re getting hard too,” Brian murmured into Justin’s ear.

“Even thinking about you makes me hard. The way you touch me and when your cock pushes inside me…….”

Brian was hard again just thinking about it. He dismissed any thoughts of not going to Paris. He wanted to go with Justin.

Justin was nibbling on Brian’s neck as their cocks rubbed together. “This is really hott. I ache for you to be inside me,” Justin panted.

They had barely lasted a song and a half. Brian grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

“Wouldn’t you rather fuck me now in the backroom?”

“No.” Brian dragged Justin through the exit to his car in the alley. He opened the back door and ushered Justin inside.

Justin smiled. “What do you have in mind?”

“I want to taste you. I want your cock in my mouth, now,” Brian growled as he pulled off Justin’s tight leather pants. He stretched his partner out along the back seat, lifted Justin’s legs over his shoulders and buried his face in the mound of hair at the base of Justin’s cock. “Mmmmm,” Brian sighed as he nudged Justin’s cock with his nose. He went to work on the leaking member in front of him and in a short time Justin was shooting down his throat, his legs still wrapped around Brian’s head.

“You are incredible,” Justin panted.

Brian smiled. It was always nice to hear and he was surprised how much he liked hearing Justin tell him. Brian kissed Justin over and over until his own cock had his undivided attention.

Justin could feel Brian was hard again. He unbuttoned Brian’s pants.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Brian laughed.

Justin continued unbuttoning till Brian’s cock was free. He reached into his pocket for a condom and rolled it down over Brian’s length. “I can’t wait that long, I need you inside me.” He straddled Brian’s thighs and slowly sank down taking Brian inside him.

They both cried out as they melted together. Justin rode him hard. Brian’s eyes were closed with a totally blissed out expression on his face that encouraged Justin to continue. Brian was glad Justin couldn’t wait, he wanted this; he wanted Justin. He wanted this to go on forever, to feel his cock crammed inside this beautiful man was amazing. He didn’t want it to stop.

Brian could feel Justin was close. His cock was dripping. He took hold of Justin’s cock firmly and began pumping in time with Justin’s movements.

They opened their eyes at the same time and gazed at each other as they came. This was the kind of sex Brian loved, rough, passionate, mind numbing. He searched for it all the time and this little almost virgin had him captivated. Justin knew what he wanted instinctually. They clung to each other as their orgasm’s surged through them, using each other as an anchor to the here and now. They both collapsed against each other heavily, neither able to breathe or speak.

Brian wasn’t sure how much time had passed. His cock was still hard, trapped inside Justin, his new favorite place to be. “Do you think you can wait till we get back to the loft for more?” he laughed.

Justin lifted his body up and climbed off Brian. “Only if you drive quickly or else we’ll need to make a stop on the way,” Justin laughed but Brian knew he meant it.

********


The next few days passed at a whirlwind’s pace. There was so much to do to get ready for the flight. Justin spent as much time with Claire as possible, they had become fast friends and he knew he would miss the time he spent with her when he was away. He arranged to have lunch with Sam and his mother the day before he was due to leave. Watching them together was a pleasure. It was obvious how much Sam loved her and for the first time Justin could ever remember, his mother looked settled and happy. They were like teenagers, holding hands and stolen glances, Justin thought it was touching.

Jen smiled at Justin. She could see that Justin was pretty happy himself. He told her about Brian and waited for her to say her piece. She turned to Sam. “Does Brian care about our son?”

Sam smiled. “Poor Brian isn’t sure what he feels at the moment. I’ve known him since he left college and he’s worked as my business Manager for four years. Brian Kinney is hopelessly in love with our son. He just doesn’t realize it yet,” Sam laughed. Brian was very preoccupied these days and Sam knew Justin was the reason.

Justin winked at his father.

“How fairs the war, son?”

“I love him Dad and I know he loves me too. I don’t want to crowd him but if I don’t ring him, he rings me and I’ve seen him every night. I don’t want to throw myself at him; I’m letting him do the chasing. I know he’s excited about the time we’ll have in Paris. It will be nice to be together all the time,” Justin grinned.

“Hey, he has to do some work while he’s there,” Sam butted in.

“And he will, but when he isn’t working, he’s all mine.” As if on queue, Justin cell rang and he smiled when he saw it was Brian. “Hey,” he answered.

“What are you up to little boy?” Brian’s voice boomed through the phone. “I was thinking about you.”

“I’m having lunch with my parents. Are you packed?”

“All done, I thought I wouldn’t take a lot, we’ll go shopping when we get there,” Brian explained. “The shopping is supposed to be great.”

“Yeah it is. I can’t wait to show you Paris,” Justin said softly. “There are so many places I want you to fuck me, I can hardly wait,” Justin turned his back and whispered behind his hand so his parents couldn’t hear.

“That was just what I was thinking about,” Brian smiled.

Justin motioned to his parents he would be back in a minute and walked outside to finish his conversation. “Are you hard?”

“Ahuh.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah, I’m in my office. I told Cynthia not to disturb me,” Brian whispered.

“Are you touching your cock?”

“Whenever I hear your voice I want to touch my cock. Your voice does strange things to me,” Brian laughed.

“What about my mouth, what does it do for you?”

“I like your mouth,” Brian said the words slowly.

“How hard are you?” Justin asked.

“Really hard.”

“Are you leaking?”

“Ahuh.”

“What if I licked you right now?” Justin asked softly. “Like that, can you feel my tongue?”

Brian shuddered. “Oh God, I wish you were here.” Brian started to stroke his already leaking cock with long flowing movements.

“And I want to touch your balls, just like this,” Justin murmured.

“Oh Jus, I want you so much.” Brian was pumping his cock furiously now.

“My mouth is sucking you down my throat. I want you to cum for me. I want to taste you,” Justin cooed seductively.

“Ahhhh,” Brian cried into the phone as he came.

Justin couldn’t help smiling. It wasn’t as good as the real thing but it was still good. He listened to Brian fighting for breath. “You always taste amazing.”

Brian laughed, his voice ragged from the lack of oxygen available to him. “I wish you were here so I didn’t have to clean up this mess.”

“If I was there I would want every drop. What time will you finish tonight?”

“It will be late, I have a ton of things to finish and my mind is on a certain blond so the work is getting done slowly,” Brian laughed.

“Do you want to forget about seeing me tonight and we’ll meet at the airport tomorrow?” Justin suggested.

The answer came quicker than Justin expected. “No, wait for me at the loft. I’ll try not to be too late.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there later and maybe we can do this again and I’ll get my drink.”

“I’ll make sure you do, see you at home later.”

The line went dead. Justin was smiling from ear to ear when he returned to the table.

“Brian?” Sam smiled.

Justin nodded. “I offered to just meet him at the airport tomorrow but he wants me to wait for him at the loft tonight instead,” Justin laughed.

Sam smiled. In all the years he’d known Brian, he had never seen Brian behaving this way before.

********


Brian sat on the plane staring at his organizer. He wanted to be clear on when would be work time and when would be free time. There would be so much to see and do but work had to be the priority. He repeated it over and over, trying to make sure that he didn’t just get lost in Justin and forget everything else. He set alarms for all his meetings, not wanting to leave anything to chance. Sam was counting on him and he didn’t want to let him down. His first meeting was in three days. Sam had suggested they get themselves settled before Brian had his first series of meetings. Brian was brought back to the present as the Captain announced the plane was about to land. He was filled with excitement. Although he had done plenty of domestic travel, this was his first time outside the US.

“Do you have more to do today or are you mine from now on?” Justin grinned.

“I’m all yours till Monday morning at nine.”

“Wow, we’ve never spent that much time together before, maybe we’ll get bored?” Justin laughed.

Brian looked down and pushed his tongue into his cheek. His eyes darted to Justin and a smirk spread across his face. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” He pulled Justin over closer to him. “There is still plenty for you to learn about. Just cause you’re a natural, doesn’t mean your lessons should stop. It’s still early days in your homosexual development. I want you to be the best homosexual you can be,” he laughed.

“Ahha, you see yourself as an educator, do you?” Justin smiled. “How am I going so far?”

“I think with a bit of time and effort and a lot of practice, you could go to the head of the class,” Brian laughed.

“That’s my goal but it’s always centered on being at the head of something else though,” Justin laughed.

“I’m not sure what you mean, you had better show me when we check into the hotel.”

“It’s a promise. I need a few things clarified, should I make a list?”

Brian laughed and kissed Justin again. Justin was wicked and Brian liked that about him the best. They disembarked and gathered their luggage. The Guest Relations officer from their hotel was waiting for them and helped to cut away some of the red tape. In no time they were standing in the lobby of the hotel, waiting to check in.

The Manager introduced himself, his English was excellent. He talked to Brian while Justin took in the scene of the busy Lobby. The décor was elegant and sounds of French coming from everywhere was starting to turn Justin on. He was already feeling the urge from his time on the plane. The sexual banter between the two men had been constant on the plane. Justin winked at Brian and licked his lips. He noticed Brian cut his conversation short and was at his side in a moment. By the time they and their luggage reached the room, they couldn’t wait to get rid of the bellboy.

Justin tore Brian’s clothes off as soon as the door closed. “I want you inside me, I can’t wait any longer. You are so fucking hott.” He pulled Brian towards the terrace.

“Where are we going? Isn’t the bedroom through here,” Brian pointed in the opposite direction.

“There is no point being on the top floor, if we don’t make the best of it. I want you to fuck me out in the open. We’re in Paris and I don’t want to waste a minute.”

An evil look passed over Brian’s face as he thought about the possibilities. Their first time in Paris would be under the stars.

********


Brian woke up with Justin in his arms. He smiled as he looked down at the blond nestled comfortably into his chest. Even he had to admit he was sore. His dick felt bruised from their escapades last night. Justin was insatiable for which he would be eternally grateful.

Justin stirred as Brian’s hot breath could be felt on his head. He stretched and looked up at the man holding him. “Morning,” he said sleepily.

Brian smiled. Justin looked so adorable when he first woke up. “How do you feel?”

“Sore but that’s to be expected. I picked up this guy on the plane and he had the biggest dick I have ever seen. I brought him back to my hotel and he fucked me all night.”

“Did he now? Are going to see him again?” Brian laughed.

“Well this is where I need your advice. What would you suggest in my position?”

Brian smiled. “His dick was big huh?”

“Huge,” Justin teased. “So of course I want to see him again but I’m not sure that I could have him fuck me again so soon. My ass is fucking killing me. I need your advice.”

“There are few things you can do,” Brian smiled. “You can abstain until you feel better…”

Justin shook his head, dismissing Brian’s idea immediately. “What else?”

“You could get him to rim you for a few hours, that usually helps the burn.”

Justin turned over onto his belly. “That has possibilities. When you leave can you send him up if you see him in the lobby?”

“Maybe I better show you what I mean, that way you will be really clear about what you want,” Brian offered.

Justin looked over his shoulder. “If you think that would be best. I’m happy to bow to your educational expertise; after all, you’re the expert.” Justin allowed Brian to stretch his arms over his head. Brian sat on the back of Justin’s thighs and lay his body down so it covered Justin like a blanket.

“It’s very important for as much skin as possible to be touching,” Brian continued his lesson. His cock was lying along Justin’s crack as he nibbled at his neck and shoulders indiscriminately.

Justin could feel Brian getting harder. “What if he tries to just fuck me?”

“Be firm with him,” Brian laughed. “If you don’t demand what you want, there will always be people who will try and take advantage. If you need to be rimmed then you need to be rimmed.” Brian’s tongue slid down Justin’s back, slowly, leaving a moist wet trail that made Justin shiver as Brian’s breath passed over it. When he reached the top of Justin’s crack, Brian parted his firm globes and looked at Justin’s sore and reddened hole. He licked over it softly making sure it was very wet.

Justin sighed as Brian’s tongue soothed his burning ass. “That was a great suggestion, it does feel good.”

“I’ll show you a few other things before I leave.”

Justin nodded and closed his eyes. It felt so good when Brian touched him. Even though he was still sore, he could feel his cock getting harder.

Brian lapped at the soft sore folds around Justin’s overused opening with his tongue as Justin writhed beneath him. “How is that feeling?” he asked tenderly.

“Mmmm, nice,” Justin moaned softly.

Brian felt Justin relaxing under his touch and as the sore muscle loosened, slipped his eager tongue into his lover.

“Ohhhhh,” Justin moaned, this time considerably louder than before.

Brian slipped his tongue out and pushed in again, this time with more gusto. He had been rimming Justin for nearly half and hour and was enjoying every sigh and whimper. He realized that Justin was too sore for him to fuck but that didn’t stop him from wanting to. “Feeling better?” he asked.

Justin only nodded, not in any condition to form words. He wanted Brian to fuck him but he didn’t think he could take it. He was really sore.

Brian’s voice was soft and low. He reached for the lube and squirted the tube directly inside his small blond.

Justin gasped. The lube felt cold but soothing.

Brian coated around the outside of Justin’s opening and his fingers.

Justin looked over his shoulder in panic as Brian lay on top of him again, nuzzling his neck.

“I won’t hurt you I promise,” he whispered. Brian rolled onto his side and positioned Justin into a squatting position beside him. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop straight away,” Brian promised.

Justin nodded, he trusted Brian. He could feel his channel squelching as he moved.

It was still cold but as Brian slipped a finger inside him, he could feel the heat from Brian’s fingers. He slipped in another. Brian moved gently as his fingers wriggled inside Justin slowly. He took his time, he didn’t want to rush, he wanted Justin to be overcome with the pleasure that he knew he was stirring in his partner. He noticed Justin start to rock in time with his movements and reached around to take his now leaking cock in his other slippery hand.

“Ohhhh Bri, that’s so good.” Justin was lost as the feelings surged through him from Brian’s ministrations.

Brian fought the urge to fuck his writhing lover. It took all his strength to maintain his control. As Justin shot his load into Brian’s hand, Brian kept the pace steady and gentle as he finger fucked Justin softly. He stopped as Justin came and slipped his fingers out, taking the man in his arms and holding him tightly. “Did I hurt you?”

Justin shook his head. “That was unbelievable. You didn’t hurt me a bit, in fact, it was wonderful.”

“So if that guy does anything less than that, you are well within your rights to complain.” Brian smiled triumphantly.

“I’m glad you showed me,” Justin laughed. “Another question before you go? I want you give me an opinion on a new idea I’ve been working on.” Justin sat up and pushed Brian onto his back roughly. “It starts like that……”

“I like the start,” Brian smiled.

“Yeah, I thought it had merit.” Justin climbed on top of Brian. He could feel Brian’s cock was hard but he felt Brian flinch slightly as he brushed past it. “I was wondering…. Considering I am so sore that maybe my hunky partner might be sore too. Is that possible?” Justin asked sweetly as he kissed Brian’s neck.

Brian moaned that it was possible depending on how many times they may have done it.

“Yeah I figured, so I was thinking that he might like to get off in the morning and I came up with this.” He twirled Brian’s nipple between his finger and after a few minutes of stimulation, it was hard and Justin turned to the other, kissing across Brian’s damp flesh as he twisted the hardened nub. “Would that be what I should do next?” he asked.

Brian moaned as Justin pulled both at the same time, hard. “Yeah that sounds good, what would be next?”

Justin smiled. “I thought about that and decided that if I used a lot of lube then maybe I could jerk him off.”

“You would need to use a lot, I’m sure his dick would be pretty sensitive.”

“That’s what I wanted to check with you about the quantity,” Justin said seriously as he reached for the tube. “I thought that maybe he could lie over the top of me on his knees.”

“That might work, let’s try and see. I wouldn’t want you to suggest something to him that doesn’t work,” Brian said smugly.

“My thoughts exactly.” Justin smirked as he turned onto his back with his head at the bottom of the bed. He squeezed a large amount of lube into his palm as Brian changed positions so he was crouching on all fours, over Justin’s face.

“Like this?” Brian asked.

“Yeah, that should be fine,” Justin smiled as he licked the pre-cum from Brian’s tip.

Brian shuddered, feeling the hot tongue lick softly across his slit. “Mmmm.”

Justin coated Brian’s cock in an inordinately large amount of lube so the resistance between his hand and the skin would be minimal.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Brian sighed as Justin pumped his hard leaking organ with his hand but flicked at the tip with his tongue, sending shivers through Brian.

“Nice,” Brian panted.

Justin worked into a steady rhythm. He fondled Brian’s balls with the other slippery hand until Brian began to move slowly above him, rocking backwards and forwards. Justin looked at Brian hovering over him and decided he must be on the right track. He slid the fingers of his other hand back and circled Brian’s hole slowly. He didn’t interrupt the other hands rhythm. It kept sliding along Brian’s cock while flicking the tip with his tongue. Brian wasn’t objecting as Justin circled around and around Brian’s hole. Justin felt Brian’s entrance relax and slowly slipped his index finger inside his lover.

“Ahhhh,” Brian groaned, his orgasm drawing nearer.

Justin smiled. Brian was hot and tight inside and was definitely getting more turned on as he rocked above him. Justin chanced that he could slip in another and pumped a little faster as he did so.

“Ohhhhh,” Brian groaned, this time a little louder.

Justin felt Brian close around his fingers making him double time Brian’s tip as he continued pumping. A few pumps later, the muscles relaxed and Justin slid both fingers in and out, watching them appear and disappear ever other second.

Brian’s groans were steady now as Justin fucked him gently until he felt the muscles give again. Brian was close. Justin could tell and decided it was now or never. As he pushed inside, he added another finger this time roughly.

“Ohhhh god.” Brian bucked, forcing his tip into Justin’s mouth.

Justin dropped his hand away and swallowed Brian whole, swirling his tongue around Brian’s length.

“Fuck me,” Brian stammered.

Justin couldn’t help smiling; he knew Brian was lost in the feelings surging through him as his body rocked over him. He felt Brian push against his fingers forcing them deeper inside him. Taking this as a signal to continue, Justin rammed his fingers in and out of Brian roughly with a steady rhythm.

Brian was bucking against Justin’s hand, meeting him each time Justin entered him. He groaned again. “More, please Jus, more,” panting as his breathing shortened. He could feel his orgasm starting in his toes and spreading through him at lightning speed.

When Justin felt Brian stiffen, he sucked harder and fucked him harder, sending Brian over the edge. Brian cried out as he came and collapsed down onto Justin, a dead weight, Justin’s fingers still trapped inside him. He pushed Brian aside enough to move up so their bodies were level. Justin wound his arms around Brian’s waist, pressing their bodies together, rubbing Brian against his own hard cock.

Brian felt Justin shoot between them, the warm liquid fusing them together again. He struggled to catch his breath. It was several minutes before either of them moved.

Brian opened his eyes and sighed. Fucking hell, what was the man doing to him? He hadn’t had anyone in his ass in years and this kid had him begging to be fucked.

Justin opened his eyes and couldn’t help grinning. “So what did you think of my idea? Do you think my super stud will go for it?”

Brian rolled off Justin and looked into his eyes, not sure how to respond. He knew where this was heading. He was a top, he had always been a top and he would always be a top….. he was. “I’ll need to give it some thought. It certainly had merit and might be nice occasionally. I’ll think about it.” Brian was astounded as the words left his lips….. that wasn’t what he was thinking….. was it?

“I just thought he might like a change because the way we are together, I think his dick will be out of action regularly. We haven’t known each other very long but he really likes to fuck.”

Brian laughed. He would have to think up a way to suitably punish Justin later. He couldn’t just ignore this; he’d have to say something. He thought for a few minutes. “Your guy may or may not be into that, but your technique was incredible.” Brian said cautiously.

Justin grinned again. He knew Brian liked it and just needed to get his head around it. He kissed Brian on the forehead. “We should get going. What do you want to do first, sight see or shop.”

Brian laughed. “We already did what I wanted to do first when we got here,” he smirked.

“That was yesterday and this is today,” Justin laughed. “The choice is yours, Mr. Kinney.”

“I think, shop and we can catch some sights as we go,” Brian said firmly.

“Good plan, you jump in the shower and I’ll order breakfast.”

Brian looked disappointed. “Aren’t you going to shower with me?”

“And get us all worked up again with nowhere to go, I don’t think so,” Justin shook his head and laughed.

Brian agreed and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The burn in his ass was evident but not uncomfortable. It actually kinda felt nice. Justin was a very impressive student with all the imagination and attention to detail of an artist. The next three weeks would be very interesting. He wondered if he would make it through with his virtue in tact. Justin could be very persuasive and Brian could see a little top developing in front of his very eyes. Justin seemed sweet and obliging out of bed but in bed he was a smoldering insatiable animal waiting in the wings to fuck Brian senseless and it scared him a little. The next three weeks would be the test, that’s for sure. Would he make it? After what just happened, he wasn’t sure.

********


They toured the fashion houses with Justin pointing out landmarks on the way. Brian was in seventh heaven. He loved clothes, always wanting to look his best. Paris was definitely the place to shop although Justin suggested that next time they go to Milan. He knew Brian would love it there even more. They were exhausted by the time they returned to the hotel. Brian was grateful that Justin had made him eat breakfast. It had been such a hectic day; they hadn’t stopped for food at all. They collapsed on the floor in front of the TV, laughing at a few of the shows in French. The language was making both of them horny and naturally, it was everywhere. They decided their bodies needed a well earned rest and fell asleep in each other’s arms on the floor.

Brian slept soundly for an hour and then opened his eyes. He could feel Justin’s head pressed against his chest and his arms wound around him. He smiled; he liked to feel Justin against him this way. Suddenly he scowled. Brian remembered he hadn’t tricked since the first night he made love to Justin. He tried to remember why. Relationships had never been his deal but then, what was he doing with this kid. Justin was a happily ever after fuck and Brian knew it. He could see where this was headed. He’d liked his life before he met Justin.

Justin snuggled closer to Brian, gripping him tightly.

Brian smiled. His life was good before. He was focused on his career and that was the way he liked it. A relationship needed time and attention and he didn’t want to invest either in something that wasn’t his career. Still, the time he had spent with Justin was wonderful. There was something about Justin. He made Brian want to come home from the office. Justin felt so good to hold and to kiss. Fucking him was incredible; every time was like the first. He lay with Justin in his arms trying to think up some negatives but he couldn’t find any. He was only finding more positives, which wasn’t helping his cause at all. The pros were winning. Cons, he needed more cons. Justin wanted a relationship, he could tell. He didn’t do relationships…. There was his first con. Thank god, a negative, he thought. He had a no repeats policy and Justin was interfering with that…. Good another negative.

Justin stirred and rubbed his nose against Brian’s chest before going back to sleep.

Fuck, he is so cute when he is asleep but tricking was a part of him, it was who he was. Still for some unexplained reason he didn’t miss it. Since they left the left the US he had seen plenty of hott hunky guys, Justin was right. Frenchmen were gorgeous, so why didn’t he want to fuck any of them. Brian laughed to himself. Fuck them with what, he was fucking sore and exhausted. Justin wore him out. Maybe that was the plan, to keep him so tired and sore he couldn’t fuck anyone else. Sadly that theory would float. Although he couldn’t at the moment, he really didn’t want to. If he had any energy left, he wanted to fuck Justin again. What was happening to him? He was turning into a lesbian. Brian groaned inwardly at the thought. Then there was that business this morning. If Justin had been more experienced, he would have just moved behind him and fucked him senseless and at the time Brian would have welcomed it. Shit. As much as the idea of turning into a Nelly revolted him, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have Justin’s cock inside him. He shook his head as he edged out from under Justin. He needed to use the can. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was losing the plot. Brian knew he needed to take ten steps backward and he needed to do it now.

********


Justin opened his eyes and realized he was alone. He looked around the suite and Brian was nowhere to be found. He checked every room including the terrace and Brian was nowhere. He must have gone for a walk, Justin thought. He found a note on the coffee table.



Jus,

Couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve gone out exploring. I may be back before you wake up, not sure how long you’ll sleep.

Brian



Justin read the note twice. The suite was huge. There were plenty of places he could have gone and not disturbed him. Something was up and he wished he knew what. Everything had been fine between them when they were shopping. They had a great day. Why would Brian need to get away? They had been having such a wonderful time together. He could feel them getting closer and Brian seemed happy and settled in their relationship. Brian hadn’t looked at another guy since they arrived. Fuck, that asshole, Justin thought. He picked up the phone. “This is Justin Taylor in Penthouse 2, I was wondering if Mr. Kinney asked for directions when he left the hotel?”

“I’ll check sir, one moment please,” the female voice put him on hold.

Justin was fuming. How dare Brian fuck around on him? What was wrong with him? Was he prepared to lose everything they had, over a casual fuck? His dick is too sore to fuck me but he can go out and fuck someone else. Justin was livid. He wanted to go home. The girl returned and told him that Brian had asked the concierge about the male clubs in the area and was given directions to a place called Galérer which was around the corner.

Justin picked up the phone and dialed Sam. “Hey, it’s me.”

“Justin what’s wrong?”

“I’m thinking about coming back early, can you get your secretary to make the arrangements?”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked again.

“It was wonderful but Brian isn’t ready to settle down.”

“Did he say that?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“Then what?”

“He left me a note that said he was going exploring,” Justin said, sounding devastated.

Sam suddenly got the picture. “Justin, Did Brian ever tell you he would be faithful?”

“No, but I know he cares about me, why would he do this, why would he hurt me like this?”

“You knew who Brian was from the start. You decided that you wanted him and you went after him. Brian cares about you but he’s been a certain way for a long time now. It wasn’t going to be easy but I was under the impression you thought he was worth it.”

“I do, I did,” Justin stammered.

“Do you love him?” Sam asked.

“Of course I love him,” Justin snapped.

“Well, why are you running away at the first sign of trouble? You knew it was never going to be easy. Has he said he doesn’t want to be with you?”

“No, it’s been wonderful.”

“Maybe it’s been too wonderful and Brian is scared. He always hits the bars when he’s worried about something,” Sam explained. “It’s up to you, come home if you want but maybe you owe it to yourself to find out if there is a future for the two of you. It’s only been a week Justin. Relationships grow they don’t just happen overnight,” Sam sighed.

Justin sighed. He realized he was being ridiculous. “Thanks Dad.”

“Your welcome son, now put on your armor and if he’s what you want, go get him,” Sam laughed.

“Talk to you soon, bye.” Justin hung up the phone and started planning his strategy.

********


Brian walked back into the Lobby from the street. The club was great, the men were gorgeous but he couldn’t help thinking it was a waste of time. He wanted Justin as he ran to the elevator to go back upstairs. When he opened the door, Justin was still lying on the floor in front of the TV. Thank god he thought; he didn’t want Justin to know how stupid he felt. Brian screwed up the note and threw it in thr trash. What was he thinking by going to that place? He and Justin had something special together. It was difficult for him to accept at first, but he knew now that he wanted Justin. He didn’t want to be with anyone else. Brian scooped the sleeping man up into his arms and sat down on the couch. “You have been asleep for ages and I missed you,” Brian smiled at Justin as he opened his eyes.

Justin smiled. Brian seemed fine. “What time is it?”

“Eleven, are you still tired?” Brian asked.

“A bit, you?”

“I want to hold you,” Brian smiled.

“How about a shower, does that count as holding?” Justin winked.

“That’ll do,” Brian smirked. “We only have to tomorrow and then I’ll be busy for a week. I want the time we have together to be like this.”

“Me too,” Justin smiled. He wriggled off Brian’s lap and led him to the shower.

********


Brian made love to Justin for hours; he couldn’t get enough of his artist. Their bodies fitted together perfectly and Brian could see Justin always being in his life. They laughed together all the time. Spending time with Justin was like an adventure. Every time one of his negatives sprang into his mind, Brian discarded it immediately. He wouldn’t allow anything to spoil their time together. Although it frightened him, he knew he loved Justin and wanted them to be a couple.

The next day they spent just walking. Paris was for lovers as the advertising said. They ate lunch in an outdoor café and watched the Parisian bustle. Brian was in love with Paris and even more in love with Justin every minute. After lunch, they walked hand in hand through the streets of Paris exploring the small shops and specialty boutiques and when they arrived back at the hotel they ordered room service and settled in to enjoy their last night before Brian had to work tomorrow.

After making love again they fell asleep in each others arms, satiated and at peace.

The next morning was a rush. Brian had an early meeting but he still made time to have breakfast with Justin before he left.

“I’ll miss you today,” Brian said softly as he kissed Justin goodbye.

“I’ll miss you too but that’s why we’re here, you have to work,” Justin smiled.

“I know. I wish you could come with me, but you’ll be bored.”

“Do you have time between your meetings?” Justin asked.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” Brian smirked.

“You have the limmo all day don’t you?”

“Yes,” Brian said slowly. “And?”

“So if you have time between we could……”

“Get dressed but hurry,” Brian laughed. “I have an early meeting or the driver can come back and get you after he drops me off. My meeting finishes at twelve and then we’re going to lunch. Your Sam’s son, there’s no reason why you can’t come with us. The business will be all done, it’s only social.”

Justin ran to the closet, threw on his clothes and in five minutes they were walking out the door. He took his backpack with him; he would spend the time sketching.

The rest of the day was spent sketching, lunching and fucking in the back of the limmo. They stopped for dinner on the way back to the hotel and fell asleep in each other’s arm at night. The week passed quickly and Brian had the weekend free again.

Brian kept the limmo on the weekends too and the driver was very discreet. He took them all over on Saturday. It was as busy as the weekdays had been. On Sunday morning, Brian was exhausted and Justin left him to sleep. He lay in the sun on the terrace waiting for Brian to wake. He didn’t surface until the afternoon. When he walked out and saw Justin naked in the sun, Brian pounced. He was rested and relaxed and very horny. They fucked away the rest of the afternoon.

Justin had never been so happy in his life and Brian seemed settled now and relaxed. He wondered what happened when Brian disappeared that day but didn’t dwell on it. They were happy and that was what mattered. The time passed quickly. They would be returning on Thursday.

On Wednesday, they spent the morning in bed. Brian was quiet and Justin assumed he was tired. Brian had been very busy since they arrived and it was starting to take its toll on him. Justin decided they needed a relaxing day. Brian slept a lot but Justin could tell he was preoccupied about something.

“What time is the flight tomorrow?” Brian asked.

“Ten, so we’ll need to be at the airport at eight.”

“Okay,” Brian pulled Justin closer even though their bodies were already pressed tightly together.

“Are you okay?”

Brian smiled. “I’m fine, I think I will need a few days off when we get home, it’s been hectic here.”

“You weren’t going in to the office of Friday were you?” Justin asked, surprised.

“I need to brief Sam on the last few weeks, so I have no choice,” Brian explained. "I might take the weekend off though."

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Justin snuggled into Brian.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I think this is what I’ll miss the most when we go home,” Justin said sadly.

Brian didn’t respond; he only gripped Justin tighter.

********


Brian sat on the plane playing with his organizer. He had work to do but he couldn’t concentrate. Justin was in his thoughts. He would miss Justin at his side every night and their stolen moments during the days. What was he going to do when they went back to their lives?

Justin could sense Brian’s apprehension. He slid his hand up Brian’s back and tickled the back of his neck to get his attention.

Brian looked up, startled.

Justin grinned at him. “Care to make me a member of the mile high club?”

Brian smiled as he stood up and motioned for Justin to meet him in the bathroom. It was dark, small and cramped but they have fucked in plenty of places with less room than that. Brian wriggled Justin’s pants down and sheathed up. “There isn’t room in here for pleasantries, are you sure?”

Justin nodded eagerly. “Don’t talk about it, do it,” he ordered.

Brian positioned himself and pulled Justin back impaling him on his cock. Justin cried out as Brian entered him without preparation. Brian was usually so careful with his preparation, he wasn’t expecting this. As Brian sunk into him, Justin felt his breath catch. This was very different to what usually happened when they made love but it was still hott.

Justin leaned back again forcing Brian inside him completely.

“Just wait,” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear.

“I don’t want to wait, fuck me now,” Justin objected. “I want you to fuck me hard.” Justin leaned back against Brian and rested his head on the wall in front of him. He was so excited to be finally doing this that he failed to notice a small panel, labeled help buzzer under his arm.

Brian smiled. His little ex virgin was turning into more of a demanding queen every day.

“Hurry up and show me, I might meet that guy on the plane again,” Justin panted as Brian ground his cock deeper inside him, loosening Justin as he did so.

Brian began to thrust into Justin hard, the way they both liked it. “Did you see him before? He’s in for a surprise when you finally get together again. You’ve really mastered your technique since we‘ve been away.”

“I know, I want to surprise my boyfriend when we get home too,” Justin moaned. “That was why I was so keen to make this trip; it’s been a real education.”

Brian reached for Justin’s cock as he felt his orgasm start.

Justin cried out but Brian slipped his hand over his mouth stopping the sounds. “Shhhhh,” he laughed, ramming into Justin one last time as he came.

As their breathing returned, Brian lifted Justin down off his cock. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

“What do members get to prove they made it through the initiation?” Justin grabbed a handful of toilet tissue and started cleaning the wall in front of him. He looked over his shoulder at Brian who was trying to remove the condom and pull up his pants in the confined space.

Brian bit on his earlobe. “You’ll have to wait till your membership package arrives. It’s a surprise.” He finally got his pants back up and started to help Justin with his. As they left the small toilet and returned to their seats, all eyes were on them. Brian thought they would have suspected what they were doing. He smiled at the other people in first class with them and sat down, ignoring the stares.

“Well, what do you think?” Brian asked.

“I’ll wait for my badge to arrive and let you know then,” Justin teased. He kissed Brian softly. “I like firsts with you.”

“I’m glad.” Brian noticed people were still looking at them and wondered why. Obviously these people had no life if they were watching them so closely. He closed his eyes to sleep the rest of the flight away, his hand still clasped around Justin’s.

When the plane landed and the passengers were leaving, Brian thanked the hostesses for their attention.

“You’re welcome sir,” she leaned closer to him and Justin wondered what she whispered in Brian’s ear as they went to leave.

Brian laughed loudly, his smile invading his whole face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome sir; the pleasure was ours too, believe me.”

It wasn’t until they were collected their luggage and in the limmo that Justin asked what she said.

Brian started to laugh again. “When you were leaning on the wall when I was fucking your ass in the bathroom, was there a lump or something you noticed?”

Justin thought for a moment before answering. “Yeah, there was something, a sort of panel the recessed.”

“Was there a sign?” Brian continued.

“I couldn’t see, it was dark, why.” Justin was curious what Brian was getting at.

“Apparently you were leaning against the help buzzer.”

“What’s that?”

“In case someone gets in trouble and needs assistance they press the buzzer to notify the hostess to come,” Brian laughed.

“So was someone standing outside the door and heard us?” Justin said softly.

“No, they all got to sit in their seats and listen to us,” he laughed again. “Your speech about the guy you met on the plane on the way over really got their attention and looking forward to trying out your new skills on your boyfriend was cool too but the best one was me telling you to wait and you yelling that you just wanted me to fuck you harder.”

Justin’s face changed to the color of beetroot red. No wonder everyone was staring.

“You must have been talking right into the intercom. It’s supposed to only be heard in the galley but you were yelling into it loud enough for everyone to hear,” Brian continued chuckling.

“Oh my God, Brian what must they all think? I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t see it, honest, fuck.” Justin sounded almost panicked.

Brian pulled Justin close and kissed him. “They thought we were fucking and the hostess thanked us for the show. Apparently it was well received. Maybe we should plan an encore,” he laughed again.

Justin sat back, still embarrassed as hell. He was glad he hadn’t noticed too many faces and hoped the ones he had, he would never see again.

“That just makes it even better, knowing they were listening is making me hard again,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear. “Let’s go home and fuck.” He suddenly realized they were going home to separate places. Their encounter had made him forget for a while that Justin wasn’t going to be with him all the time anymore. “Are you coming back to the loft with me?” Brian said hoping that Justin wanted to be with him too.

“I better go home,” Justin replied too quickly for Brian’s liking. “I need to see Dad and I haven’t seen Claire for three weeks. They will expect me to come home.”

Brian nodded. He was too upset to speak. He didn’t want Justin to leave him at all and certainly not overnight. Brian didn’t want stolen moments anymore; he wanted Justin at his side all the time. After three weeks together he knew what he wanted and it wasn’t for them to be in separate places. The trouble was… Justin didn’t seem upset to let him go at all. “Drop me off first; I have a mountain of paperwork to do before tomorrow,” Brian said curtly.

“Sure, I’ll ring you later,” Justin smiled and was surprised when Brian answered………. “Whatever.”

Brian almost leapt from the limmo, gathered his luggage and was gone into his building in a flash.

Justin sat in the limmo wondering what just happened. Brian didn’t even kiss him goodbye. When he got home, Sam, his mother, Molly, Claire and Daphne were waiting for him. Sam asked if he was too tired to go out and was pleased when Justin accepted his offer for them to all dine together. Sam made the limmo wait while Justin changed and they went to Sam’s favorite restaurant. It was loud but the food was great and they settled in to having a nice welcome home party now they were all together again. By the time they went home, Justin fell asleep on the sofa in front of his TV, exhausted from a combination of the evening and the jetlag. His promise to call Brian lost in the tiredness.

********


Brian tried to do his work but couldn’t concentrate. He missed Justin. Normally after a busy day, he would sit at his desk in the hotel, trying to write up his reports and Justin would lick his ears and tweak his nipples and do anything to disturb him. They would always end up making love, Brian was used to that now and he missed the interruptions. He looked at the clock, 10.50pm. Why hadn’t Justin called him, he said he would call. Brian needed to hear Justin’s voice. He dialed Justin’s cell and was diverted to the message center when it didn’t connect. He hung up, not leaving a message and poured himself another Beam.

He wondered what would happen now. Justin had come into his life and changed everything. Relationships were never on his agenda before he met Justin. He had never met anyone he wanted to fuck twice before. Brian didn’t just want to fuck Justin, he loved him. Fuck. Yes it was love and his heart was breaking because Justin obviously didn’t feel the same way. It was bad enough that Justin didn’t want him as much as he wanted Justin but to not even call when he said he would. Suddenly Brian sat bolt upright. He grabbed the phone and dialed the house. Something must have happened to Justin to stop him from calling. Was he sick? Shit.

“Sam, is Justin alright? I’ve been trying to get his cell and he’s not answering.” Brian said concerned.

“Hello to you too,” Sam replied laughing.

“Sorry Sam but I was worried when he didn’t call me. Is he okay?” Brian was scared now. Something must be wrong.

“He’s fine Brian, he must be asleep. We went out to dinner, sort of a little welcome home party and I think he was tired from the flight,” Sam laughed. “How was the trip?”

Brian stiffened. “Fine, I’ll see you at nine for the de-brief. I’m sorry to have disturbed you Sam.” Brian hung up the phone, poured another Beam and sculled it down. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. Justin must have forgotten him. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and drank. Enough beam and he wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.

********


Justin opened his eyes and smiled. He was home but he missed waking up next to Brian. Brian had been very quiet the last few days and Justin knew that Brian was deep in thought about him. The time they spent in Paris together was wonderful and he didn’t want it to end. Justin knew they had to come back but he was hoping that after they were so close, Brian would want them to be together all the time. He was acting very strange in the limmo on the way home and he didn’t even kiss him goodbye. He sighed. Brian was a lot of work but he was worth it. He jumped in the shower and wandered downstairs for breakfast.

“Hi Dad, thanks for the party last night,” Justin smiled and sat down at the table with Sam who was reading the paper. “What time is your meeting with Brian this morning?”

“Nine, I’m glad you had a good time in Paris. Oh Brian rang late last night looking for you. For some reason he was worried that something had happened to you.”

Justin was confused. “Why would he think something was wrong?”

“Apparently you were supposed to call him.”

“Shit, with dinner and everyone there, I forgot. I went upstairs and crashed. Did he sound pissed?”

“When I told him you were fine he just said thanks and hung up. You two spend all your time with your wires crossed,” Sam shook his head. “What happened after I spoke to you last? The last thing you said was you wanted to come home. Did you talk it out when he came back? Was he tricking?”

“I don’t know what happened but when he came back he was fine. He was everything I always wanted him to be so I didn’t mention it. I thought about what you said about Brian. I realized I couldn’t rush him.”

“Smart boy, so it all worked out, good,” Sam smiled. “I think you and Brian make a good match.”

“I love him Dad.”

“So, what happens now?” Sam asked. “I was thinking that maybe Brian could move in here instead of you moving to the loft. I only just found you and I’m not ready to lose you so soon. Do you think he’ll mind?”

Justin hung his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“He didn’t say anything about us being together when we came back,” Justin said sadly.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing, when we reached his building, he got out of the limmo and didn’t even kiss me goodbye,” Justin pouted.

That didn’t sound like the frantic man that rang last night to Sam. “That’s strange.”

“I know; it was weird. We were so happy in Paris and then nothing,” Justin said perplexed.

“So you walked off the plane in silence retrieved you luggage, drove in silence to the loft and he left.” Sam knew there must have been more to it. There was definitely concern on Brian’s voice last night. He had known Brian a long time and even though he loved his son, Justin’s version sounded off.

“When we got off the plane, everything was normal,” Justin was trying to remember exactly what happened. “He was teasing me about something…”

Sam went to say something and Justin cut him off.

“I’m not saying what he was teasing me about.”

“Was he happy?”

“Yeah, normal. He wanted to go back to the loft but I said I had to come home. I wanted to see you and Claire.”

Sam smiled. “Look, wait and see how it goes now you’re back. He’s was probably tired. I have to go, we have a meeting at nine and I have a few things to do before I see Brian.” Sam kissed Justin on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

Justin nodded. “See you later Dad.”

Sam closed his paper and tucked it under his arm as he left. He knew Brian very well; they had worked together for a long time. If Brian had asked Justin to come home with him and Justin refused, Brian would have taken that as a rejection. The fact that he rang later worried when Justin hadn’t called means he had committed to Justin. Justin forgetting to call Brian and the time he’d spent worrying about it, would be enough for Brian to withdraw completely. Fuck. Hopefully he was wrong but he would find out soon enough.

********


Brian felt like shit when he woke up. He’d had virtually no sleep and was certainly hung over from all the booze he’d consumed trying to forget about Justin. He felt like a fool and that was not Brian Kinney’s favorite way to feel. He’d never gone away with anyone before and he would never do it again. It was his own fault. Why had he opened himself up to this? He was doing fine before Justin. He should never have come back from Galérer. It would have been much better if he had stopped the couple crap then. Investing himself in it and it not working out with Justin made him feel doubly foolish. He wasn’t use to failure on any level. At least the business had been good or he at this point in time he would have felt like a total idiot. He cast his mind back to the afternoon he could have escaped but didn’t.

Brian entered the private male club around the corner from the hotel. The Concierge who happened to be gay had recommended it as a place to go if one was feeling the need for companionship for fifteen minutes or so. The man at the front desk ushered Brian inside telling him how beautiful he was. Brian had laughed. He knew he was hott but beautiful was something entirely different. He’d asked what Brian was looking for and took him to a large dark room on the second floor. The moans and groans were obvious. It reminded Brian of the old Liberty Baths when they were still operating except on a much grander scale. Dozens of attractive men were trolling the room searching for anonymous relief. Brian was shown to a spa area where he was instructed to remove his clothing. He showered, had a massage and spa and then cautiously returned to the meeting room. In less than a minute after he entered in his towel, three men simultaneously flocked towards him. One began to place wet kisses on his chest, another stood behind him and a third pulled his towel away to attend to his cock. Brian felt relaxed after the massage. His muscles were very tense. He’d worked himself up into a stupor about Justin. He tried to relax as the men kissed and touched and licked him everywhere. This was normal he told himself. This was the way it should be, relief without involvement. The guy on his knees in front of him was very skilful but Brian couldn’t relax. He kept seeing Justin’s face, Justin’s eyes looking up at him. He wasn’t enjoying this at all. The guy was sucking his dick and it didn’t feel good it was fucking annoying. He pushed the guy off and stepped back, brushing the others away at the same time. He shrugged his shoulders as a form of apology and dressed. He couldn’t wait to get back to Justin. There was no point in tricking if he wasn’t enjoying it. Justin was all he needed.

The intercom buzzed, jolting Brian back to reality. He pressed the receive button.

“Mr. Hartman is waiting for you in the Boardroom, Mr. Kinney.” The pleasant female voice said sweetly.

“Thanks Grace, tell him I’m on my way.”

“Certainly Mr. Kinney, I’ll inform him immediately.”

Brian gathered his papers; there was a lot to cover. He made his way to the Boardroom, swung open the door and entered.

Sam looked at Brian and smiled. He looked like shit, Sam thought. He held up the coffee pot and Brian nodded.

Coffee, thank god, Brian thought, his head was pounding. He added some cold water cooling it and drank the first cup straight down and poured a second. He needed caffeine to clear his head. Sam didn’t ask him about Justin and Brian was grateful.

Sam sensed by Brian’s all business approach that he would need to be tactful. Justin was his son but Brian was the best Business Manager he had ever had and a close friend and his private life deserved some respect. Brian was filling him in on every aspect on the business and giving his recommendations for what they should and should not get involved in but Sam was only half listening.

Three hours later, Brian had completed his report. He waited for Sam to give his feedback.

Sam knew that Brian was waiting for him to speak. He picked up two files on put them to the side. “I agree with your recommendations about these, the market isn’t stable enough for us to be involved. The price is right now but in the long run, we won’t get our money back, smart call Brian.”

Brian nodded.

He picked up another file. “This one is interesting, I agree. The waterfront property they own will fetch us a pretty penny when we break it up and sell it off.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite. We’ll make our money back fourfold just on the sale of their property, the plant and equipment will be cream,” Brian laughed.

This was the first sign of any emotion from Brian in hours. “The others we’ll talk more about after I’ve read all the reports. Great work Brian as usual, how was Paris itself?”

Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Fine, there was a lot more work than I had anticipated but you know me, I love to make money.”

Sam laughed. “That’s why we get along so well. I love you to make me money too.”

Brian relaxed. Sam wasn’t going to press him for information.

“Feel like some racquetball?” Sam asked.

Brian wondered if his head could stand it. Maybe he could run this hangover off. “Sure, if you win it’s because I’m still jetlagged.”

Sam laughed. “If I win, it’s because I beat you. Your jetlag is your own problem. Let’s go.”

Brian followed Sam to the elevator. He was determined to win; something had to go his way.

They took the lift to the basement and Sam opened the door to the court. He had the court built three years ago. Neither he nor Brian ever made time to go to the court around the corner. By having one in the building, they played regularly. They changed into their gear and took the court. The first game was lengthy and hard. Even though Sam was older, he was in great shape and they were evenly matched. It was always a fight to the death when they played.

When Sam won the first game, he made a victory lap of the court with his arms up over his head in celebration. Brian growled for them to have another game. His headache was nearly gone and his desire to win moved into top gear.

Brian won the second game easily. They both sat on the floor of the court contemplating if they had a third game in either of them. Both were in no condition for another game.

Sam took the opportunity as a timely one. “Let’s have lunch instead.”

Brian was happy Sam didn’t feel like playing again. He was fucking exhausted but he wouldn’t admit it. “Too much for you?”

Sam scowled and shook his head. “We could stay and play.”

Brian answered quickly. “If you need to eat, we better eat.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and Brian didn’t say anymore.

They showered, dressed and were in the bar across the road in fifteen minutes. While they waited for their burgers they chatted normally. Sam was pleased that Brian seemed to be relaxing finally. When they were onto their second beer, Sam decided it was time.

“Did Justin forget to ring you last night?” Sam asked looking directly at Brian.

Brian sighed. Damn. “Seems so,” Brian said.

“You know I have never interfered in your private life Brian……..”

Brian interrupted Sam’s sentence. “And for that I have always been grateful. I think of you as a friend Sam and I wouldn’t want to have to tell you to mind your own fucking business,” Brian said curtly. He hoped that would stop the conversation.

“It’s because I think of you as a friend that I can’t stand by and watch you and Justin fuck up something that could be wonderful. You are both idiots.” Sam waited for Brian to respond.

Brian sighed. “We had a nice time in Paris can’t you just leave it at that?”

“No because I think you love him and I know he loves you,” Sam explained.

“I never said I loved him.”

“You didn’t have to. I’ve known you for a long time Brian. You’ve never lied to me. I know you didn’t say you loved him but do you?” Sam pressed Brian for an answer.

Brian knew that Sam would not let him out of there without an answer. “Yes I love him but it won’t work so we may as well save ourselves a lot of pain later on.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Sam nodded.

“Justin is young and he needs to get out in the world and sow some gay oats.”

“So you intend to break up with him?”

“Already done. He made himself clear on the way home from the airport and again when he didn’t ring last night.”

“How do you figure that?”

“I asked him to come home with me Sam and he said no. He told me he’d ring me and he forgot. It’s very clear to me that Justin had a good time in Paris but now he’s home, he wants us to be casual. I know he likes to spend time with me but commitment…. nah. The funny thing is I never wanted to be in a relationship with anyone before and Justin changed that. I couldn’t even fucking trick when we were in Paris. One afternoon he was asleep and I got the jitters about how I felt about him and decided to go to a club around the corner and prove to myself that relationships weren’t for me. I couldn’t get into it and I left, all I wanted was Justin. Looks like the jokes on me. Brian Kinney feels like a love sick fool.” Brian hung his head and Sam could see he was hurting. “Even last night, I was pissed with him not ringing and suddenly I thought maybe he can’t ring, maybe he’s sick or something’s happened and I find out he forgot. That doesn’t feel committed to me.”

“I took him out to dinner and he crashed when he came back.”

“Would you have even gone without Suzy? He could have taken me home with him if he wanted to touch base with you guys but he didn’t,” Brian said sadly.

Sam had to admit Brian had a point. “He’s young Brian and he fucked up, give him a chance, I know he loves you.”

“He says so but that’s not the way it feels. I didn’t want to feel anything Sam. Justin made me feel and now all I feel is pain,” Brian shrugged.

Sam knew Brian was hurting. “If you love him, you owe it to yourself to make it work. Justin does love you Brian. I gave him the same advice when he wanted to give up because he was hurt.”

Brian looked up. “When?”

“He rang me from Paris the first week, he wanted to come home and I said the same thing to him. If you love him find a way to make it work,” Sam, knew Brian would be curious.

“Give up on me? We had a great time in Paris. When did I hurt him?” Brian asked.

“When you left him to go tricking in the club around corner from the hotel.”

Brian sighed. “Justin knew?”

“Of course he knew, you left him to go fuck someone else. It didn’t just happen; you went out looking for it, Brian.”

“But I didn’t go through with it Sam, I couldn’t. I love Justin,” Brian defended his actions. Then he realized what he’d done. “I was scared and Justin was becoming too important to me. I’ve never been in a relationship before and I didn’t know if I could go through with it. I didn’t want to admit that I loved him. Nothing happened Sam. I couldn’t go through with it. I was so damn happy to come back to Justin.”

“Justin didn’t know you didn’t trick, he thought you did. He decided that you needed time and he didn’t want to crowd you. He loves you.”

Brian could only imagine how hurt Justin must have been thinking that he had been with someone else. Fuck if Justin thought he tricked that’s why he wanted him to shower with him before he let Brian make love to him. He didn’t know. Justin didn’t say anything. Justin was prepared to suffer in silence so he wasn’t rushed.

“Communication is everything. In a relationship, both people need to talk. You were hurt when Justin didn’t go back with you to the loft from the airport. Justin was hurt because you didn’t even kiss him goodbye when you got out of the limmo. You should have said…. If you have to go home, I’ll come with you and he should have said kiss me goodbye asshole,” Sam laughed.

Brian smiled. There was a lot to learn about this relationship crap.

“Let’s re-cap…” Sam started.

“It isn’t a meeting,” Brian laughed.

“Ah but there is no difference. In business we are thorough or we fuck up. Relationships are the same. If I piss you off, you don’t have any trouble telling me in business and you shouldn’t have any problems telling Justin how you feel in your personal life.”

“Okay, let’s re-cap, I get it,” Brian laughed.

“Finally. Okay. You love him?” Sam asked.

“Yes.”

“You want to be with only him?” Sam continued. “Have you told him?”

“No.”

“What’s the time line for telling him how you feel?”

Brian laughed. “I have no idea.”

“That’s poor, get with the program Kinney,” Sam laughed. “Do you want the two of you to live together?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll put in my two cents now and you can tell me to fuck off if you want to but I have to say it. Justin has just come into my life and I don’t want him to move away so quickly,” Sam admitted.

“Are you saying you don’t want us to live together?” Brian was confused.

“No, I think you should consider moving to the house. Justin has a suite. You can have all the privacy you want and all the family, when you want that.” Sam hoped that Brian would consider his offer.

“I don’t know Sam, living with my boss… that might be.”

“You have been like a son to me for a long time now and you know it asshole. I’m not saying you have to move to the house but why don’t you give it a go for Justin as well as Claire and I,” Sam’s voice was pleading now. Brian knew Sam wasn’t ready to lose Justin yet.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” Brian asked. “Will that cause problems with us at work?”

“No, it will mean it didn’t work out but at least you gave it a chance,” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you can always move back to the loft.”

Brian wanted to wake up with Justin every morning and hold Justin every night. “He loves me huh?”

Sam laughed. “You are the fucking sun and the moon to him.”

Brian picked up his cell and turned it on. “Grace its Brian. Can you organize for some moving boxes to be delivered to my loft? Now, thanks Grace.”

“She’s very resourceful Grace,” Sam laughed.

“That’s why I rang her. If anyone can do something, Grace can. What do you have planned for the next two hours?”

“I’m helping you pack and then I’m taking my son home the best present he will ever get.”

“Thanks Sam for interfering,” Brian laughed.

“You’re welcome.”

********


Justin sat with his sketchpad on his lap staring into space. He’d tried to ring Brian and his cell was off. He hadn’t left any messages. Brian obviously didn’t want to talk to him. Justin had been over and over it in his head and couldn’t work out where it had all gone wrong. They had been happy in Paris, they had. He couldn’t have been wrong. He stood up and went to visit with Claire; sitting stewing on the whole thing was making him crazy. He didn’t know what was real anymore and what was wishful thinking?

At least while he was helping Claire, he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself. After a few hours he rang Daph. She could tell by his voice something was wrong. “Come over and have pizza with me. We’ll get drunk together,” she suggested. Justin was so miserable that he agreed. Why hadn’t he heard from Brian? He knew Brian had a meeting with his father until noon but as the time passed, he became more and more despondent. They watched a movie and Daphne helped Justin drown his sorrows in vodka. By ten pm, they were both passed out on the sofa in each other’s arms.

********


At nine o’clock, Sam and Brian finished unpacking and Brian was moved in.

Sam had moved Justin to the west wing so he and Brian would have more privacy. They had two bedrooms, an enormous bathroom, a studio for Justin a large sitting room, a private terrace and an office so Brian could work at home. Brian laughed when Sam suggested it. The west wing was as big as the loft with twice as much storage space. Now Brian just had to wait for Justin to come home.

By midnight, Brian was disappointed. There was no sign of Justin.

“Before you start queening about him not coming home, he’s with Daphne. Have you spoken to him today?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“I’ll bet he’s passed out drunk on her sofa, miserable about losing you.”

“But I’m here,” Brian objected.

Sam laughed. “He doesn’t know that, for all we know he may be banging on the door of the loft. You have two choices, wait for him to come home or go get him.”

“What do you think I should do? I don’t have any idea about being a couple.”

“Experience tells me that drunken people are not the best to deal with so I would let him come home on his own. You weren’t planning on working tomorrow were you?” Sam asked.

“No, I’m tired, I thought I would take the weekend and go in on Monday.” Brian sighed. He was disappointed that Justin wasn’t here with him.

“Okay, go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning. How about we have our game on the tennis court tomorrow?” Sam suggested.

“We haven’t played tennis in ages,” Brian smiled. They were evenly matched in tennis as well. “Okay that sounds like a plan, what time do you think Justin will turn up?”

“No clue, he’s pretty miserable at the moment. You know how it is when you think you’ve lost the person you love,” Sam taunted Brian.

Brian laughed. “Fuck off. I’ll see you in the morning. What time is breakfast?”

“Whenever you come down. I usually eat at eight on Saturday’s.”

“I’ll see you at eight and if Justin isn’t home by then, I’m going to get him,” Brian said firmly.

“Good, I’ll see you at eight. Goodnight Brian.”

Brian smiled. “Thanks Sam for everything.”

“Forget it. I just want my boys to be happy,” he laughed.

********


Justin woke up at five feeling totally like shit. His head hurt and Daphne had her elbow in his face. He wriggled out from under her and checked his cell, hoping there was a message from Brian. He sighed when there was none. It was really over. He needed a shower, he wanted to drown himself.

After his shower he had new resolve. It wasn’t over; it would never be over for him. He loved Brian Kinney and he wouldn’t let Brian slip away from him no matter what it took. He was gonna march over to Hartman’s today and get his man. Then he remembered it was Saturday. He was sure Brian said he was having the weekend off. He would need to go to the loft. Justin looked at the time. Fuck, he couldn’t go now. Waking Brian up when he had jetlag didn’t sound like a smart move. He’d wait until the afternoon. Brian would be more receptive if he had enough sleep. He decided to go home and wait.

When he arrived home it was six thirty in the morning. As usual, his father was up reading the paper. Sam looked up as Justin walked in. “Fine time to be coming home young man. I don’t expect you to punch a clock Justin but a phone call so I don’t worry would be nice,” Sam raised his brow to show his displeasure.

“Sorry Dad. Daphne and I were drinking and we sort of passed out. I only woke up at five,” Justin tried to explain.

Sam laughed. “I figured when you didn’t come back. You didn’t hear from Brian?”

“No but I don’t care. I love him and I’m not letting him slip away from me. I’m going over to the loft today to pound some sense into him. I know he loves me and I won’t let him throw us away,” Justin said defiantly.

“Good boy, go after what you want. It’s the only way to run your life,” Sam smiled.

“I had your things moved into the west wing yesterday. It’s bigger and I want to redecorate your rooms. Do you mind?” Sam asked.

“Sure but I really don’t need anymore room,” Justin laughed.

“I got you a surprise yesterday but you didn’t come home.”

“Sorry Dad, I was just really bummed out about Brian. What did you get me?” Justin said excited, he loved presents.

“It’s in your new room, go and see,” Sam laughed.

Justin ran up the stairs to the west wing on the second floor. He opened the first door but couldn’t see anything new. He opened the adjoining bedroom door and looked around and smiled when he saw Brian in the bed, asleep. He closed the door quietly and ran back downstairs to his father. “What’s Brian doing here?”

Sam looked up from his paper. “I didn’t think I’d see you again until Monday.”

“Why is Brian here?” Justin repeated.

“Why are you asking me? Ask him.” Sam laughed.

Justin ran back up the stairs to get some answers. He looked at Brian asleep and didn’t care why he was there only that he was. He peeled off his clothes and carefully crawled in beside Brian trying not to disturb him.

Brian opened one eye when he felt the bed move. “I missed you last night, are you okay?” he turned onto his back and reached for a cigarette.

“I was at Daphne’s and passed out on the couch. We drank a bottle of vodka.”

Brian smiled. Sam was right as usual. “I waited till midnight and then went to bed. I figured you’d turn up eventually,” Brian laughed.

“What are you doing here?” Justin asked.

“I live here. There’s certain blond that I find I can’t stand to be away from and he lives here too. It was the simplest alternative.” Brian smirked.

“Did he know that you were moving in?” Justin asked.

“Well he didn’t come home last night so I couldn’t surprise him. I just hope he didn’t go off with some guy he met on the plane to Paris,” Brian laughed.

Justin pressed his lips to Brian’s. “If he did, he’s an idiot. Maybe you should dump him and stay with me?”

Brian smiled. “I couldn’t do that because I love him and I want us to be together. So as much as I think you’re really hott, I only want to be with him.”

Justin smiled as Brian said the words that he longed to hear. “So I suppose sex is out of the question then?”

Brian rose up on one elbow and looked into Justin’s eyes. “When we first got together, I was having a hard time accepting that I had fallen for him as hard as I had. When we were away together, I disappeared one afternoon when he was asleep. I thought I could get him out of my system by going to a club around the corner from our hotel and fucking some stranger's brains out.”

A pained look passed over Justin’s face. He spoke slowly. “And did you get him out of your system?”

Brian shook his head. “Seems my dick wasn’t interested in anyone other than him. That was the moment that I knew I loved him and I always will.”

Justin smiled, his grin extending from ear to ear. “He’s very lucky then.”

Brian pulled Justin on top of him and held his tightly. “That’s where you’re wrong……I’m the lucky one because he loves me.”



The End.