This is the Moment

This is the Moment

brian

Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Genres:AU, Romance
Warnings: Anti Mikey
Summary:Justin is a concert pianist who wants to take a break from the life. He makes his escape but when there are no cabs, Brian offers him a ride.
Thankyou to QAF for the use of some of the show's dialogue
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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Craig Taylor stood backstage watching his son captivate the audience, once again. His fingers skipped along the keys with such skill and held the audience in such awe that it was possible to hear a pin drop. He played for nearly two hours, the audience hanging on every note. As he went from piece to piece, he waved away the applause, preferring to spend his time on stage, playing and not having his ego massaged. In the last piece for the evening, as he reached the final crescendo, Craig looked at the faces in the front row. He could see the anticipation as they waited for the piece to conclude. Justin slammed the final chords and the audience jumped to their feet, applauding and screaming their praise of his talent.

Justin pushed back his seat, stood up and turned to face the crowd, smiling. He bowed a few times and then left the stage.

Craig could hear the calls for an encore being shouted from the crowd. He nodded to his son to go back out there. “They love you, Justin, you should do at least one encore,” he suggested.

Justin frowned. “Fine,” he shrugged, then turned and walked back to the middle of the stage. The audience hushed, waiting to see what he would play next. Justin sat on his seat, flicking the tails of his tuxedo from under him. He raised his hands and the crowd fell silent. Justin began to play chopsticks. The audience began to laugh as Justin completed his choice for the encore. They stomped and clapped and cheered, they loved him. Justin stood up and took a few more bows. A woman in the front row; reached up and handed him a bouquet. He bent down to accept it and thanked her wholeheartedly. Not only was he an excellent pianist but he oozed charm when it came to handling his admirers. He took her hand, walked her a few feet down from her seat to the stairs and pulled her onto the stage. He hugged and kissed and thanked her again then blew kisses into the crowd, holding the bouquet in the air like a trophy.

The crowd went crazy. Justin smiled as he watched them continue to clap and cheer. He waved goodbye this time and as he walked, he kept waving, to make sure they knew he wouldn’t be coming back.

When he went backstage, his father was frowning.

Justin smiled at him. "My encore, my choice,” he laughed and returned to his dressing room.

Craig was furious at Justin for the way he took his talent so lightly. He followed him, intending to try once again, to make his son see reason.

Justin looked up as his father walked in without knocking. He rolled his eyes as his father lectured him on his responsibilities, once again. He looked up as Craig paused for breath. “You promised three concerts ago, I could take a break,” he huffed. “I’m tired of living out of suitcases. I want to go home for a while and relax,” Justin complained.

“I was going to talk to you about that,” Craig smiled as if the last few minutes never existed. “Larry called and he wants you to do two more concerts in New York next month. Isn’t that wonderful? The others are booked out so they want to do two extra.”

Justin scowled. “And when would these two extra concerts be?”

“Well, if we leave straight away, we will be there ten days before the first one. That should give you plenty of time to work on the new pieces,” Craig smiled.

“What about my break?”

Craig hugged his son. “You don’t need a break, Justin, you love to play. How many young people get to make a pile of money doing what they love the most,” he grinned. “You have a gift, Justin and it is your responsibility to share it with others.”

Justin began to take off his tuxedo. He was sick of never having a minute to himself.

“Hey,” Craig stopped him. “The reception is in half an hour. The press is waiting for you.”

Justin rolled his eyes. In his hurry to get out of there, he forgot about the after bash. Fuck, he hated this. Sure, he liked to play but he hated the pomp and ceremony and the hours of practice of pieces he hated for the amusement of others. He needed the break his father had promised him three years ago but his Dad wouldn’t listen. He’d had enough. “Fine,” he glared at his Dad.

Craig was pleased that Justin was doing the right thing. The promoter spent a lot of money on after parties. They were a wonderful method of promotion. The press would be there and a host of guests all wanting to speak to the talented young Justin Taylor.

There was no point arguing with his dad. Craig Taylor was like a bull terrier when it came to Justin’s career. He’d spent endless hours fighting to make his father see his point of view but he never could. Craig retied Justin’s tie and turned him around to look in the mirror. He flicked Justin’s long hair. “Isn’t it time for a trim?” he laughed. “Now let’s go get em,” he laughed.

Justin glared at him but as usual, his father didn’t notice. His father never left him alone at all. He was always with him, always making his decisions and Justin felt like he was suffocating. He even decided how long his fucking hair could be.

Craig led Justin out to the limmo and they went on to the party.

The cameras flashed as he arrived at the hotel. A bevy of press bombarded him with questions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall, handsome man climb out of a black jeep and stroll into the hotel. He seemed unconcerned with the goings on around him and didn’t look in Justin’s direction. He didn’t seem even slightly curious. The crowd pushed Justin forward into the hotel, the voices all shouting their questions at once.

It was always like that in the beginning and he would have to hold tight until the furor settled down. Once everyone had their interviews and the important people were all schmoozed, they would leave him alone for a while, at least until the next time. He could stand it for a few hours, he hoped.

*******

Brian received two awards at the ceremony but he was still bored out of his brain. He hated these things but they were good for the agency and Vance insisted that he attend. He stood on the edge of the party, wondering how long before he could make his escape. Maybe another hour, he told himself. Everyone was happily drinking and in another hour, they wouldn’t remember when he left. He wanted to leave now, but then he would have to listen to Vance lecture him on the importance of keeping a high profile and fuck that. He’d had that speech before. Brian spotted something that caught his attention. He was sitting on the other side of the room looking in Brian’s direction. Mmmm, he was new, Brian thought, just what he liked; fresh meat.

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Justin looked at his watch. He’d had enough. It was just another party but he’d had more than enough for one night. He pulled out his wallet and took out a card and strolled into the hotel lobby. He withdrew two thousand dollars from the machine and shoved it into his pants pocket. He needed to get away and have some fun for a change. Justin looked around and checked who was looking at him. As usual, once the frenzy died down, he could do what he liked. Justin took off his tie and shoved it in his pocket and dropped his jacket off at the desk. He asked for them to return it to his room.

Justin wandered out into the street and down the block, he needed some air. As he walked, he noticed a small beauty shop, still open. While he stood looking in the window, amazed at how many people were inside at this time of night, a young girl came outside and smiled at him. “You have such beautiful blue eyes but I bet no one notices because of your long hair. It must attract a lot of attention,” she smiled.

He stopped. If he cut his hair, maybe no one would recognize him. He told his dad he wanted a break and unless he took it himself, he would never get one at all. A few days of peace couldn’t hurt. “Can you cut it now?” he smiled at her.

She looked shocked that he was prepared to cut it. “I didn’t mean it, you have beautiful hair.”

“I want something different, something completely different,” he smiled.

The girl grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “What would you like?” she asked, excited by the challenge.

“I want something so different that people won’t believe it’s me,” he laughed.

“I can do anything?” she gasped.

Justin knew she was checking if he was serious. “Anything,” he laughed again.

He sat in the chair and watched as she cut all his long locks away. By the time she was finished, it was very short and graded at the back with a little length on the top and Justin didn’t even recognize himself. He gasped as she took off the gown and announced it was done.

“You don’t like it?” she said nervously.

Justin looked at the pile of hair on the floor and then back at the mirror. “I look completely different,” he gasped again.

“Now we can see those eyes,” she smiled.

He pulled out a hundred and told her to keep the change.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” she gasped.

Justin pressed the note into her hand. “Thank you so much,” he smiled. He strolled out of the shop and down the street, back to the hotel. He could see that they finally discovered he was missing and people were scurrying around everywhere. Justin sat and watched them for a while, amused that nobody recognized him. Good, he thought, a few days off would be terrific. He strolled out of the hotel and waited for a cab.

Justin watched the man from before come out of the hotel. He climbed into his jeep but as he drove past him, he stopped.

“Need a ride?” the man smiled.

Justin smiled widely. “Sure, there doesn’t seem to be any cabs at all.” He opened the door and climbed in, closing it behind him. He glanced back into the hotel and saw his father standing at the front desk, pounding it with his fist. He looked at the man and smiled again. “Thanks.”

“I’m Brian Kinney and you are?”

“Justin.”

“Well Justin, where can I take you?” Brian smirked.

“I kinda felt like dancing. Can you recommend somewhere?” Justin smiled.

“I’ll do better than that, I’ll take you there myself. I’m meeting some friends at Babylon.” Brian’s gaydar was beeping loud and clear. He hoped this guy was old enough. Hoping wasn’t enough. “You are twenty one, aren’t you?” he asked.

Justin laughed. No one had carded him for years. “Yes, I’m twenty one plus a few,” Justin grinned.

Brian was relieved. The kid only looked sixteen.

“What were you doing at the hotel?” Justin asked.

“I’m in advertising and they had an award ceremony tonight. I had to attend for work.” Brian nodded to the back seat where he’d placed his trophies.

“Gee, you did okay. Are you famous?” Justin laughed.

“Just about,” Brian laughed. “How about you?”

Justin stopped.

“What were you doing at the hotel?” Brian smiled.

Justin relaxed. “Just hanging around, I’m from out of town. I’ll only be here a few days.”

Just what the doctor ordered, Brian thought, something uncomplicated that was leaving, his favorite. This kid was gorgeous with his big blue eyes and tight little butt.

“I’m not exactly dressed for clubbing,” Justin realized. “Could we stop somewhere so I can grab something to wear?”

“Like what?” Brian asked. The kid didn’t exactly look old enough to have money and be fucked if he was going to pay. “What do you want to spend?”

“I don’t mind, just something nice. I hate cheap fabric though,” Justin laughed.

Brian smiled. He drove to a little store on the way. “A friend of mine works here.” Suddenly Brian wondered if he’d picked himself up a hustler. He was pretty enough. “You aren’t expecting me to pay, are you?” he asked candidly.

Justin laughed. “I have money.”

“Just thought I’d check,” Brian said and sounded relieved. He pulled the car up outside Torso. To be sure, he decided to wait in the car. “Don’t be too long.”

“I won’t be, thanks,” Justin smiled and jumped out of the car. He ran into the shop and looked quickly through the racks. He heard a voice from behind.

“May I help you?”

Justin turned and smiled. “I’m going clubbing, what do you suggest?”

“Depends on your budget, what do you have in mind?” The man asked cautiously.

“I don’t care what it costs but I have a lot of allergies, so I can’t have any cheap fabric.”

The tall man thought for a moment. “How about a grab some things and you can decide?”

Justin smiled. “I’m also in a hurry; I have someone waiting for me.”

The man looked outside at the black jeep. “You are a friend of Brian’s?”

Justin smiled. “We met tonight and he suggested this place. I also need a pair of cargoes and some runners and a few Tees, just some day clothes.”

“We better be fast, Brian isn’t exactly known for his patience,” he laughed. “I’m Emmett.”

“Justin.”

“Well Justin, let’s hurry,” Emmett smiled.

In fifteen minutes Justin was changed and ready to party with some extra casual clothes for the next few days.

“Charge?”

“No, I’ll pay cash,” Justin smiled.

“You sure, it always adds up to more than you think,” he said nervously, looking at the total.

Justin smiled. “No that’s fine.” He pulled some notes out of his pocket and handed them to Emmett.

Emmett was happy to see the color of Justin’s money. As he handed him the receipt and the bags, he smiled. “Tell Brian, I’ll see him later.”

Justin smiled too. “Sure, thanks for the help.” He went outside and climbed back into the jeep. “Thanks for taking me there, they have nice stuff.” He noticed Brian was looking him over. “What do you think?”

“I think you look hot,” Brian smiled.

“Thanks, your friend said he’d see you later. He’s very nice.”

“He’s one of the biggest bottoms around,” Brian laughed.

“Bottoms?” Justin said innocently.

Brian smiled, he must be kidding. They parked in the alley behind the club and Justin left his bags in the car with Brian’s awards. “You can get them later,” Brian smiled.

“There seems to be a queue,” Justin commented when he saw the line stretch down around the block.

“You’re with me, you don’t have to wait,” Brian laughed, walked to the top of the queue and was ushered inside. “He’s with me,” Brian laughed again and they let Justin in as well. “What do you feel like first, dance or drink?

“Dance would be nice,” Justin smiled. This was turning out to be a real adventure. He looked around and noticed that the patrons were mostly men. There were a few women, but no one he was interested in. He wondered who they were going to dance with.

Brian led Justin out onto the dance floor and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him close. He closed his eyes and started swaying to the music.

Justin felt his breath catch as Brian took hold of him. He’d been so excited to get away from his dad that he’d missed all the signs. Brian was very obviously gay and had brought him to a gay club. This was more exciting than he’d thought to begin with. He’d never thought about being gay before, hell, he hadn’t even had time to be straight. He never had time for anything at all. The way his dad hung around all the time, it was amazing that he even had enough privacy to jerk off. Justin was surprised how nice it felt to be in Brian’s arms. He stared at the man he was dancing with, scrutinizing him. Brian was handsome; there was no doubt about that. Justin liked the way his body was reacting to the way Brian was holding him.

Brian was perspiring and the droplets were beading on his forehead. He suddenly realized that Justin wasn’t moving. He opened his eyes and smiled. “Don’t like this song?”

Justin looked into the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen. Why hadn’t he noticed those in the car earlier? “I’ve just never done this before,” Justin sighed, not wanting this to stop.

Brian laughed. “Danced in a club or danced with a man?”

“Both.”

Brian’s face became serious. “You’re kidding, right?”

Justin shook his head. He could feel Brian’s hard cock suddenly soften. No, he didn’t want this to stop; he had to do something quick before Brian freaked out completely.

"Of course I’m kidding,” Justin laughed and pressed his body back against Brian’s.

He pulled Justin closer. “Very funny,” he murmured as he kissed Justin’s neck.

Now this was really nice, Justin thought as Brian kissed all over his neck before sliding his mouth over his. Justin felt Brian’s tongue in his mouth, exploring it and his body went limp in Brian’s arms. Brian suddenly stopped and Justin opened his eyes to see what was happening.

“Justin,” Emmett smiled. “You look hot, baby.” Emmett hugged him.

Justin noticed a small dark headed man frowning at him. He smiled. “I’m Justin and you are?”

“Not having a conversation with a trick,” the man glared at him and walked away.

“Michael,” Emmett gasped. “I’m sorry Justin, Michael can be a little too queeny for his own good,” Emmett apologized.

Brian released Justin and took off after Michael.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "This may take a while, Brian looks pretty pissed with him. Michael just can’t mind his own business when it comes to Brian,” he shook his head. “Let’s get a drink,” he laughed. “We’ll probably need one.” He led Justin over to the bar. “What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have an OJ thanks,” Justin smiled.

“Eww, they don’t serve that here,” he gasped.

“What do they serve?” Justin said innocently.

“I’ll get you a Cosmo, they are great, you’ll love it,” Emmett smiled.

Justin was up for new things tonight. He’d never drunk hard liquor before, if that’s what a Cosmo was. He didn’t want to ask in case he looked foolish. He took one small sip and smiled. “Hey, these are good,” he smiled and took another.

********

Michael weaved his way through the crowd and out the exit into the alley with Brian hot on his trail. When he finally caught up, he grabbed Michael and spun him around. “What is your problem?” he roared.

“Fucking little boys now, are we?” Michael said sarcastically. “He looks barely fifteen, Brian.”

“How I fuck and who I fuck is none of your god dam business,” Brian growled.

“You can’t keep going like this. A different guy ever night, you’ve worked your way through this entire club and now you are stopping at playgrounds and bringing them in. Arnie on the door said you bought that child with you,” Michael spat.

“What the fuck is Arnie doing talking to you about who I arrive with?”

“I just asked him if you were here yet.”

“And he told you I was with a child?”

“He said was hot and young.”

“He is hot and young,” Brian sighed. “But he isn’t too young.”

Michael grabbed Brian’s arm. “Brian can’t we……”

“No we can’t. We’ve talked about this Michael, so many times that I don’t want to talk about it again. I love you but not like that. I don’t want to fuck you. I do however want to fuck Justin and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Brian took off back inside the club, this time with Michael hot on his heels. Michael kept calling out to Brian and Brian kept ignoring him. Brian looked at Justin, who was leaning on the bar, laughing. He saw what he was drinking and glared at Emmett. “How many has he had,” Brian demanded.

“He drank the first two really fast,” Emmett tried to explain. It wasn’t his fault. He put his down for a second and when he looked back, Justin had finished the two of them. “He said he was thirsty.”

“So, what about this one, then?” Brian took the drink out of Justin’s hand.

“I told him to drink this one slowly,” Emmett shrugged.

Brian sighed and rolled his eyes. He felt Justin drape himself around him. “Hey,” Justin giggled. “Do ya wanna dance?”

So much for a fast fuck in the backroom, Brian sighed. He wanted to take Justin home with him but he wanted a taste first, just to be sure. That wouldn’t work now. Justin could barely stand and if he left him, he would end up being everyone’s dessert, fuck. He heard Michael behind him.

“He’s totally wasted, you can’t take him home now,” Michael smiled.

“Why can’t I?” Brian growled at Michael.

“Leave him here and we’ll go get something at the diner. Are you ready to go Emmett?” Michael smiled again. He was happy Brian’s trick wasn’t working out.

“I’m not going to the diner, I’m going home,” Brian roared. Before Michael could say anything, Brian threw Justin over his shoulder and carried him out.

Michael went to follow them but Emmett grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Give it up, Michael. Brian doesn’t want you that way,” he sighed. “He’ll end up hating you. Leave him alone,” Emmett warned Michael for the one hundredth time.

“I can’t,” Michael whispered. “I love him,” he said as he watched Brian disappear out the exit.

Brian scooped Justin’s bags and his trophies onto the floor. He laid Justin across the back seat. He was pretty wasted. Fuck Emmett and that fucking poison he drank. Brian jumped behind the wheel and sped to the loft. A shower would wake him up and then they could continue their night.

By the time Brian drove to the loft, Justin was fast asleep. Brian carried Justin upstairs and laid him on his bed. He went back to the car and collected his awards and picked up Justin’s bags.

Justin was in a deep sleep when Brian returned.

Brian sat on the bed next to Justin and looked at him. He looked like an angel, Brian thought. He looked terribly young, he did. Brian slowly removed Justin’s clothing but Justin didn’t stir. As he pulled off Justin’s pants, a ton of notes fell out of his pocket. Brian was surprised. He put the notes into a roll and slipped them back into the pocket and hung up his pants.

When he was naked, Justin stretched out on his back. His cock was semi hard as he lay in the middle of Brian’s bed. Brian sat staring at it. He wanted to touch Justin so much but fucking comatose bodies wasn’t his style. No, he shook his head to remind himself and went to shower.

********

Justin opened his eyes and wondered where he was. This wasn’t his hotel room, he thought. He looked down at the warm body curled around him and blinked in disbelief. It was Brian, the guy from last night and his hand…. his hand was around his cock. Justin tried not to panic. He lifted his head and fell back onto the pillow. What had he done to himself? It felt like his head was gonna come off.

As Justin moved, Brian stirred. “Mmmm,” he moaned, still asleep. His hand began to massage Justin’s cock.

Justin was as hard as steel in seconds. He closed his eyes as the sensations washed over him. He’d never had anyone jerk him off before and this was wonderful. Suddenly, he panicked. He tapped Brian’s hand, nervously, to wake him. He was in bed with a man and a strange man and that. He didn’t know Brian from Adam, fuck, what would he do now? Brian wasn’t stopping and it was feeling too good. In a minute he wouldn’t be able to stop him, he wouldn’t want him to stop at all. “Brian,” Justin said softly. “Your hand.”

“Mmmm, sorry,” Brian moaned and rolled on top of Justin and took Justin’s cock in his mouth.

Justin sunk into the bed and closed his eyes. He was sure this was something he didn’t want to stop. Justin had never felt anything so wonderful before. Brian didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he flicked and licked and sucked until Justin was cumming down his throat and crying out as he came.

Brian smiled, still half asleep. Now that was the way to wake up. He crawled up Justin’s body and nibbled on his neck as Justin lay struggling for breath. “Mmmm, morning,” he murmured.

A few minutes later, Justin opened his eyes and smiled. “Good morning, your wake up system would be popular in any hotel. You should patent it, you would make a fortune.”

“Mmmm,” Brian smiled, sleepily “How about you return the favor?” He rolled onto his back.

Justin turned to face him and looked at Brian’s hard leaking cock and was fascinated. He’d never seen another man’s cock up so close. Could he do this? He wasn’t sure how to start.

Brian opened his eyes and saw Justin looking intently at his cock. “Spellbound by its beauty,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah,” Justin whispered and continued looking. He’d played trumpet for three years, so he wasn’t worried about breath. He’d just approach it systematically, he thought. This was just like choreographing a new piece. Justin rolled between Brian’s legs and started his kisses at the base, burying his face in the course wiry hair and even further as Brian sighed his approval.

He kneaded Brian’s cock between his strong fingers the way he liked to touch his own. Justin looked up and saw that Brian liked it too. He licked along the shaft, slipping his fingers to the end to roll the tip as he continued his kisses. As his thumb passed across the opening, Brian’s body lurched up.

“Oh, yesssssss,” Brian moaned.

Justin rolled the tip a little longer and then flicked the end with his tongue. He grabbed the shaft with his other hand to hold it steady and enthusiastically licked and gobbled at it like a child with the worlds greatest all day sucker. He felt Brian slip his hand up into his hair as he moaned loudly.

“Like this?” Justin asked.

“Mmmmm, just like that,” Brian sighed.

Justin pumped the shaft as he played with the head with his tongue. On the few occasions he’d had time to jerk off; he always wished he had another hand. On Brian, his tongue became that other hand, this was great.

“Suck me,” Brian moaned. What Justin was doing was incredible but he wanted to cum, he needed to cum.

Justin slid his mouth down over the head as he continued pumping the shaft.

“Ohhhhh,” Brian sighed.

Justin smiled. He slid his mouth further down the shaft while he pumped it at the base steadily.

“More…..” Brian sighed.

Justin wondered if he meant more in his mouth or faster on the shaft. He tried to get as much of Brian’s cock as he could manage in his mouth at the time and Brian lurched up off the bed again. Mmmm, he thought, that must feel good. Brian’s eyes were closed and the look on his face was totally blissed. Justin wondered what faster would be like and increased the pace of his pumping and his sucking.

Brian’s body stiffened and he cried out “I’m cumming.”

Justin felt the hot creamy liquid spurt into his mouth and he swallowed quickly to stop from choking. It was salty.

Brian’s body shook all over and then went limp. He reached down and pulled Justin up on top of him and held him tight.

Justin could feel Brian’s heart pounding and almost jumping out of his chest as he panted for breath. That must have been okay; Justin smiled to himself, better than okay by the way Brian was breathing.

Brian opened his eyes and smiled. “That was so hot.” He wanted Justin to start all over again. He hadn’t cum so hard from a head job in years. He crashed his mouth over Justin’s and kissed him over and over. He could feel Justin melt into him. Justin felt so good against him that Brian was surprised. He always threw tricks out when he was finished with them and never woke up with anyone. Now he knew he was missing out. Brian glanced at the clock and realized he was late. He kissed Justin once more then said. “I have to go to the gym and meet someone. Do you have to be somewhere? Are you in a hurry to go?”

Justin smiled. “I don’t have anywhere to be. I have the next few days off.”

Brian kissed him again. “Why don’t you wait for me and we can continue this when I get back?” he smiled.

“Sure, if you want me to stay,” Justin smiled.

Brian rolled Justin off him and jumped out of bed. “I hung up your clothes from last night. I need a shower,” Brian smiled.

Justin closed his eyes and relived the morning. He knew he was smiling; thinking about Brian touching him was making him hard again.

When Brian came back into the bedroom, he looked at Justin’s hard cock and climbed back on the bed. He didn’t want to go to the gym. He wanted to stay there with Justin and fuck the day away. He kissed Justin’s neck and when he moaned softly, Brian felt it go straight to his cock. He always felt like sex but this was different, this time he wanted Justin. Brian looked at his companion and saw Justin lick his lips to moisten them. His lips were so perfect. Brian climbed on top of Justin again and continued his kisses over his long, slender neck. Brian followed line of Justin’s jaw up onto his face and found the lips that he was so desperate to taste again. Fuck this, Brian thought. He wasn’t going anywhere.

********

Michael looked at his watch in disgust. Brian was half an hour late and he wondered if he would turn up at all. This was just like Brian to sleep in. He’d probably been up half the night fucking that child and forgotten to set the alarm.

He couldn’t understand why Brian resisted them being together. Brian said he loved him so what was the problem? They had been friends for years, close friends. He’d always been there for Brian when he needed him. Now it was Brian’s turn to be there for him. He knew Brian, he would wear him down eventually and then they would live happily ever after. Michael knew they were meant to be together. Brian just had to get all the tricking out of his system first. After they were together, there would be no more of that. Michael wanted Brian all to himself.

Michael smiled when he thought of a naked Brian asleep in his bed. He’d go over and surprise him. Brian would feel so bad about missing their gym date that he wouldn’t be angry with him for coming over and waking him. They could get some breakfast and spend the day together. He frowned when he remembered they had to go to his Mom’s for dinner tonight. Damn, he thought. They could have had the whole day and night to themselves. Oh well, Brian liked dinner at his Mom’s. If they didn’t go, Brian and his Mom would be disappointed. He wondered if Brian would go into the office today. It was his job that made him trick. He was so stressed that he needed to release the tension. If he could keep him away from there, they might have a nice day together. There was a comic book convention in town this weekend. Brian would love that. Michael hurried to the shower to change. The thought of Brian in bed waiting for him made him move at lightning speed. In less than ten minutes, he was in a cab heading for the loft.

Brian was sucking Justin’s balls when he heard the front door open. He sat up startled. “What the fuck?” he said.

Justin opened his eyes to see why Brian had stopped.

As Michael climbed the stairs, he gasped.

Brian glared at him. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?” he roared.

“Why is he still here?” Michael demanded.

Justin pulled the sheet over him, not knowing what was going on. It was the guy from last night and he looked pissed.

Michael grabbed Justin’s arm and tried to pull him out of the bed. “Get your stuff and get out of here. You have no right to be here,” he yelled.

“Michael,” Brian yelled even louder. “What do you think you’re doing? Get your sorry ass out of my loft.” He grabbed Michael’s hand to make him release Justin.

Michael was enraged. “He shouldn’t be here. Tricks don’t get to stay the night,” he yelled. “Get out,” he screamed at Justin.

Justin was shaken. This guy looked crazy. “Maybe I should go,” he said softly.

Brian pushed himself between Justin and Michael. “You stay, he’s going,” Brian roared. “Michael, get the fuck out of here before I do something that I regret.”

“But Brian, he shouldn’t……” Michael kept going.

“Get out but give me my key,” Brian roared.

“You can’t be serious, it’s my key,” Michaels gasped and shoved his hand into his pocket.

Brian lurched forward and grabbed Michael. He wrestled the keys away from him and took his off the ring. He threw the other keys at Michael who was staring at him. “Now get out and stay away from me.”

“You don’t mean that, Brian,” Michael smiled.

Brian grabbed Michael and ran him to the door and pushed him out. He slammed the door while Michael stood staring at him from the other side. Brian stood staring at the closed door too, panting.

Justin wasn’t sure what to do. Obviously Brian had the same problem with his friend that he had with his Dad. They both wouldn’t listen. He thought about all the times he wished he’d run his father out the door. He climbed off the bed and walked to where Brian was standing.

Brian was still staring at the door. He couldn’t believe Michael would do that. He was certifiably nuts these days.

Justin gently reached out and touched Brian on the shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Brian sighed, still looking at the door. “Yeah,” he shook his head. “I don’t understand what’s going on with him lately. Michael and I have been friends since we were fourteen. I care about him but he’s my friend. There could never be anything else between us,” Brian sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry about before,” he turned and looked at Justin. “What a mood breaker,” he laughed.

“True enough,” Justin laughed too. Neither of them felt like picking up where they left off.

“I better call his Mom and tell her what happened. I know she’s worried about him,” Brian sighed.

“Do you know her well?” Justin asked.

“Yeah,” Brian chuckled. “Too well sometimes, she was like my Mom when I was growing up. My family wasn’t very family-like,” he rolled his eyes. “So, I used to spend all my time at Michael’s. His Mom is a real Mom. She loves him and she’s always there for him. He is her life,” Brian smiled.

Justin could see a different sort of softness creep into Brian’s face when he talked about this lady.

Brian dialed the diner and asked for Debbie. “Hey, Deb, it’s Brian.”

“What’s up,” she asked.

“Mikey was just over here and I’m worried about him,” Brian said solemnly.

“What’s wrong with Michael,” she asked, rattled.

“He used his key and tried to throw Justin out.”

“Justin?” she gasped. “Is he a trick?”

“Not really,” Brian said slowly.

“You have a guy in your loft that isn’t a trick?” she gasped again.

“Deb, that’s not what I want to talk about,” Brian quickly brought the conversation back onto the topic. “Did you hear me? He used his key and tried to throw Justin out. He told him he had no right to be there. Deb, Mikey is losing it. I can’t deal with this anymore.”

Debbie sighed. She knew Michael’s attachment to Brian was unhealthy. She’d tried to discourage him. There was no way that Brian and Michael were ever going to end up together. “Come to dinner tonight and we’ll sort it out once and for all.”

“I dunno, Deb. I threw him out and told him to stay away from me. Maybe it’s better for Michael to just make a clean break. He won’t stop if I’m around him all the time,” Brian sighed. He didn’t want to lose his best friend but ever since Mikey had started this shit a few months ago, it was getting harder and harder to be around him.

“Brian, please. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want Michael to lose his mind in the process. Give me a chance to sort this out, please?” she begged.

Brian thought for a moment. “Okay. What time tonight?”

“Seven, like normal. Bring Justin with you. Michael needs to see first hand that you are not interested in him and besides, I want to see the guy who isn’t a trick,” she smiled.

“Don’t go blowing this up into something that it isn’t,” Brian warned.

“I’ll see you both at seven,” Debbie laughed.

Brian put down the phone. “Doing anything tonight?”

Justin smiled. “Free as a bird.”

“Deb wants to try and sort it out but I’m not sure,” Brian sighed.

“Do you still want you and Michael to be friends?” Justin asked.

“Of course, he’s my best friend, has been ever since school. A few months ago, he started to change. He got really possessive and it’s getting worse all the time. I gave him a key, years ago, so if he fought with him Mom, he had somewhere to go. I never dreamed he would barge in here like that,” Brian frowned. He suddenly realized that he’d almost told Justin the story of his life. He felt Justin’s arms wrap around him and he smiled. This was nice. He looked down and saw a big purple bruise appearing on Justin’s wrist. “Hey,” Brian said. “Did Michael do that to you?”

Justin looked to where Brian was pointing and gasped. Oh my god, he looked at his wrist, fuck. Justin started to panic. He moved away from Brian and sat down. He wriggled his wrist, it was getting sore. His father would kill him. He had a concert in ten days, fuck, fuck, and fuck.

“I’ll get some ice, it will take the swelling down,” Brian said and raced for the refrigerator. He grabbed the ice and wrapped the pack around Justin’s arm.

“Maybe we should call a doctor,” Justin suggested.

“For a bruised wrist, you aren’t serious? You can still move it, can’t you?” Brian said.

Justin wriggled his wrist. It was still moving, it just hurt a bit. “Yeah,” Justin said tentatively.

Brian laughed. “The ice will do the trick then. It’s only a wrist.”

Only a wrist, thought Justin, fuck.

“It’s normal for stuff to happen. When I was playing soccer in college, I just about lived with an icepack somewhere,” he laughed.

“You used to get hurt all the time?” Justin asked.

“Of course, that’s normal,” he smiled.

Justin had never been hurt before. He was never allowed to play sport. His father wouldn’t allow it, in case he got hurt and couldn’t practice. Maybe it was normal? The idea of being normal appealed to Justin. He looked at his wrist. This was normal. He smiled at Brian. “Sorry, I lost it for a second. Two crazy people in the same day must seem like a lot,” he laughed. “You’re right, it’s only a wrist. I play the piano for a living, that’s all and I have to go back to work in ten days and I freaked a little.”

“You play the piano?” Brian smiled. He always wished he could play but his parents didn’t make him take lessons like everyone else’s parents and he wished they had.

“Yeah, but it will be fine by then.”

“You said you were from out of town. Where do you play?” Brian asked.

“Wherever anyone wants to hear me,” Justin smiled.

Brian smiled. Justin must travel around playing in bars. Not being tied down to the one place for too long would be great. Suddenly Justin’s stomach rumbled loudly. Brian laughed. “I guess you’re hungry.”

Justin smiled. “Starved.”

“You sit with the ice and I’ll get you something to eat,” Brian smiled.

“I might move over there,” Justin pointed to the stools up against the breakfast bar. Then we can talk at the same time.”

Brian nodded. He liked talking to Justin. They talked, then ate and then talked some more. Brian told him about his work and about Vance and his aspirations to have his own agency one day.

“How much does it cost to start an agency?” Justin asked.

“A lot,” Brian laughed. “Money or its lack there of, has been the downfall of many a fine plan,” Brian chuckled.

“If you want it badly enough, you’ll find a way,” Justin smiled. That was the beginning of the speech his Dad used to give him when he was trying to make a name for himself. “You just focus, know where you’re going and head in that direction. As long as you keep checking you’re on course, you have to get there,” he smiled.

“You should be a motivational speaker,” Brian laughed.

“We should get ready to go to your friends for dinner. It’s getting late, wasn’t it seven we had to be there?” Justin smiled.

Brian looked outside and saw it was getting dark. He couldn’t believe it; they had talked the day away. He looked at the time. It was six thirty. “We better hurry,” he smiled. He’d never spent a day talking to anyone before. He wasn’t much of a talker. The time with Justin had just flown by. They both changed and it was difficult for Brian to resist the urge to throw Justin on the bed and fuck him senseless but there was no time. Debbie would kill him if they were that late.

********

“Brian is coming to dinner?” Michael said excited. See he knew Brian could never stay mad with him.

“He’s bringing Justin with him,” Debbie smiled.

“What?” Michael gasped and stood up.

“Brian must really like him, Michael,” Debbie said cautiously.

“He can’t come here,” Michael yelled.

Debbie pushed him back onto his seat. “If Brian wants to bring someone for dinner, they are always welcome here. This is my house, Michael, remember that,” she growled.

“But Ma, Brian is supposed to…….” his voice faded away.

“Be with you?” Debbie yelled at him. “No, Michael, he isn’t. Brian really likes this guy or he wouldn’t be bringing him here and if you say one word, I’ll thump you.”

“Brian will get sick of all these tricks one day,” Michael laughed.

“And even when he does, he won’t want you baby. He thinks of you as his brother. He doesn’t want to fuck you and no matter how hard you push him, he still won’t. It’s never going to happen, baby, accept it. You should have moved on with your life a long time ago,” Debbie shook her head.

“He loves me, Ma. I know he does,” Michael whimpered.

“If you keep going on like this, he will hate you. I had to just about force him to come tonight. He wanted to make a clean break.”

“It’s Justin’s fault. Brian never wanted any of his tricks to stay before. It’s his fault,” Michael said defiantly.

“It’s no one’s fault. You and Brian will never be together. He doesn’t want to be with you. I don’t think he even likes you very much at the moment,” Debbie growled. She was sick of the same bullshit all the time. It was finished.

“How can you say that, Brian loves me?” Michael sobbed. He stood up and ran up to his room.

Debbie rolled her eyes. Her son was a real queen like his father.

“Hey Deb,” Brian smiled as he walked in the front door. “This is Justin.”

“Hello,” Justin said softly.

Debbie hugged him. “Aren’t you gorgeous?” She squeezed him tighter.

Brian made her release Justin, who was panting for breath. “Don’t kill him, I want to keep him around for a while longer,” Brian laughed. He turned to Justin. “You have to tell her when you can’t breathe, she gets carried away sometimes.” His face turned serious. “Did you talk to Michael?”

Deb sighed. “Yeah, I spoke to him.”

“Is it over?” Brian asked.

“I hope so. He knows that it will never happen,” she frowned. “He’s upstairs pouting. We won’t wait for him.” She smiled at Justin. “Do you like lasagna?”

Justin smiled. He loved lasagna. “It’s my favorite.”

“Good, we have tons. Sit down.”

“Not too much for me,” Brian begged but Debbie ignored him and piled his plate.

Justin ate merrily threw his pile and then had seconds. Debbie was ecstatic. She asked how they met and was thrilled when Justin said he played the piano.

“I used to play years ago,” she sighed. “I used to love it. Will you play for me?”

Justin smiled. “What do you want to hear?”

“Anything,” she smiled. “The piano is over here.” She stood up and pulled a pile of stuff and a fabric throw off the piano. Justin smiled. It looked like it hadn’t been played in years. Debbie moved more stuff off the seat and Justin sat down to play. He ran slowly up the keys. It was badly out of tune but Debbie probably wouldn’t notice. He decided to play something simple, a warm up piece. He started.

Brian couldn’t believe it. Justin was wonderful. It wasn’t that he didn’t expect him to be good. He just didn’t expect him to choose something classical for Deb. She was thrilled.

When he was finished, Justin stretched his wrist. It was sore, very sore.

“That was wonderful, thank you so much. I used to play that piece of music when I was a young girl. It never sounded like that, though,” she laughed. She noticed the marks on his wrist. “What happened?” she asked concerned.

Brian rolled his eyes when Justin said it was nothing. “Michael did that to him.”

“What?” Debbie gasped. “What have you put on it?”

“Just ice,” Justin said quietly.

“I have just the thing.” She ran to the kitchen and brought back a tube of cream. This will help to bring out the bruise and stop it feeling so sore. She dabbed the cream on Justin’s bruises. “Take this with you and keep putting it on. I’m so sorry Justin that Michael did that to you,” she sighed.

Michael stood at the top of the stairs listening to his mother fawning over the child Brian was fucking these days. So what if he could play the piano? It didn’t make him right for Brian. Nobody understood Brian the way he did. He wasn’t sure how he was going to prove it to Brian but Brian was worth waiting for. He’d waited this long, he could wait a bit longer.

Brian smiled as Deb fussed over Justin. He was grateful she wasn’t fussing over him for a change. “Deb,” Brian touched her arm to get her attention. “We really should go,” he smiled.

Debbie hugged Justin first and then Brian. She whispered in Brian’s ear. “He’s amazing,” she smiled. “What a find.”

Brian smiled. He was beginning to think the same thing as he slid his arm around Justin’s waist and they walked to the jeep. “She liked you,” he smiled.

“I liked her too,” Justin grinned. “You’re right, she is a real mother.”

“How’s the wrist feel now?” Brian asked, concerned.

“Still really sore,” Justin frowned.

“Oh,” Brian said softly. “I hoped it would be better by now.”

Justin laughed. “You just want me to jerk you off again.”

“True, but I know of another way we can do the same thing,” he smirked.

“How?” Justin asked.

Brian laughed. “I’ll show you when we get home.” He loved Justin’s sense of humor.

Justin nodded, wondering what Brian would show him next. If it felt half as good as the things he showed him this morning, he would be a happy man.

********

Craig Taylor was pacing the floor of his hotel room. Where was his son? He knew Justin had taken off on purpose. He couldn’t contact the police and report him as a missing person. He wasn’t missing. Justin knew exactly where he was. He was supposed to be working on the new pieces for the New York concert. If he reported him missing, the press would get wind of it and it could damage his reputation. He checked to see if there was any activity on Justin’s cards. He’d taken out some cash, the night of the concert but nothing since then. Craig was trying to pinpoint his location but the cash was taken out in the lobby of the hotel. When he found him, he decided he would kill him.

********

Brian marveled at much he enjoyed touching Justin’s body. Normally he would just fuck them and throw them out but with Justin, it seemed like it was his first time for everything and Brian loved to watch him lose control. Justin sucked him off again when they arrived back from Deb’s and again it was incredible. He had the most talented fingers, Brian had ever come across. Must be all those hours of piano practice, Brian thought. When he played at Debbie’s tonight, Brian wasn’t sure she realized just how good he was. But Brian knew. Justin was wasting himself playing in bars and clubs. He felt Justin quiver under his fingers. It was time to move things along. “I want you,” Brian sighed.

Justin smiled. There was something in Brian’s voice that made Justin believe him. They had barely been together for twenty four hours but Justin knew already, it would be difficult to say goodbye. As soon as his wrist was healed, he had to go back. The concert was in nine days. The fastest he could pull it together was five days and only then it would be day and night. Brian would probably cut him loose on Monday when he needed to go to work. That would give him a week to do the work. The time he was spending with Brian was a dream come true. Brian was teaching him things that he’d never even dreamed of and Justin was grateful. It would be hard to say goodbye.

Brian continued his kisses down Justin’s spine and smiled as he shivered again with delight. He couldn’t keep his hands off Justin and wanted to be inside him. “I want to fuck you,” Brian moaned. “I want you so much.”

Justin’s eyes opened as he felt Brian’s tongue lapping at his entry. He felt Brian push a finger inside him and cried out his name.

“What’s wrong? “ Brian asked confused.

“I know I’ve kidded around a lot but this I haven’t done before,” Justin panted with Brian’s finger still inside him.

Brian hesitated. He hadn’t realized Justin was a top. “Never?”

Justin shook his head. “Never.”

Brian moaned. “Don’t make me stop, doesn’t it feel good?” Justin was so tight and hot, he didn’t want to stop at all.

When Brian first pushed inside him, it stung like hell but now, it wasn’t bad at all. Justin was still scared though, he’d heard about this but it hadn’t appealed to him at all. Somehow with Brian though, everything sounded like a good idea. “I’m scared,” Justin whispered.

Brian felt his heart twinge. He didn’t want to do anything that Justin didn’t want. Well he did, but he couldn’t, if this wasn’t what Justin wanted. He slid his finger out slowly.

Justin was surprised how much he wanted Brian back inside him. He turned over and looked into Brian’s eyes. Justin could see how much Brian wanted this. “I want to say yes, but I’m scared,” he said again.

Brian blanketed Justin’s body with his own and kissed him over and over, grinding their cocks together. He hoped it would make him cum so the overwhelming desire he felt to fuck Justin would stop. “I understand,” Brian whispered. “Its okay, I don’t mind. We can blow each other again,” he sighed. He’d never said that to anyone before. If he got a guy home and he didn’t want Brian to fuck him, Brian usually just threw him out. He couldn’t do that to Justin because Brian wanted to feel Justin’s body close to him. He didn’t want Justin to leave.

“Have you ever let anyone……?” Justin started.

Brian smiled. Justin reminded him of a little kid sometimes who didn’t know shit. “Not for a long time now.”

“Did you like it?” Justin asked innocently.

“Yeah, I liked it alright,” Brian smiled.

“Tell me about it?”

Brian sighed. “I was sixteen and my gym teacher was in the showers in the locker room. I went back for something, my jockstrap, I can’t remember. He was in the shower, soaping himself and saw me watching him. He smiled and told me to come for a closer look,” Brian laughed. “My mouth was dry as I watched him play with his cock. I knew he was doing it just for me. When he started, it was soft but as I watched, it was suddenly so hard. I looked into his eyes and he was looking straight at me. I walked into the shower with all my clothes on, dropped to my knees and sucked him off.”

“He let you,” Justin gasped.

“Let me,” Brian laughed. “He loved it. After he came in my mouth, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. My clothes were all wet so I couldn’t hide my hard on at all. He took off my clothes, slowly and touched me all over. My cock was leaking, I wanted to cum. He turned me around and told me to bend over and pushed a finger inside me. It stung like crazy but my cock was still so hard. He played with my balls and waited, god it seemed like forever. I could feel the muscles inside me holding his finger really tight. I dropped to my knees when he slipped in another, the pain seared through me for a second but then he pulled out his fingers and told me to wait. I was down on my knees and elbows and I was so scared. I was thinking about just getting up and leaving when I felt the head of his cock pushing into me. I cried out, it hurt but when he slipped inside me completely, it felt amazing. I could feel his cock inside me and it was incredible. He waited for me to get used to the feeling and suddenly I was leaning back against him, begging for him to fuck me.”

Justin could see a strange far away look on Brian’s face that he hadn’t seen before. “You liked it?”

“Yeah, I liked it fine,” Brian said quietly as if a little embarrassed.

“Why didn’t you do it again?” Justin asked.

Brian laughed. “I guess after that, I was always the one who instigated everything. It just never came up again.”

Justin kissed Brian this time and felt Brian responding to him, his cock getting harder. He was sure he’d heard Brian correctly. He said he liked being fucked but no one had even tried since the incident in his school shower. Brian said it hurt like crazy but he didn’t run away. It sounded to Justin as if Brian liked the pain. He grabbed Brian by the top of the arms and felt his breath catch. He shoved his tongue into Brian’s mouth and hungrily devoured him. Justin felt Brian go limp in his arms. He was enjoying feeling powerful, in control, being on top. He rolled off Brian and grabbed his hand. “I feel like water.” He pulled Brian up and off the bed.

Brian smiled, wondering what Justin had in mind.

Justin stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He started to soap himself as he stared into Brian’s eyes. As he soaped up his cock, he lingered over it, kneading it in his fingers while he continued looking deep into Brian’s eyes.

Brian felt his mouth go dry as he watched Justin play with his cock. Justin wasn’t saying anything but he knew Justin was waiting for him to make a move. He walked towards him, stepped into the shower and dropped to his knees, taking Justin’s cock in his mouth. He looked up and Justin’s eyes were closed as the sensations swept through him. Brian felt Justin’s hand in his hair. Justin grabbed on tight and pushed his cock further down Brian’s throat, forcing him to gag as Justin shot his load. Justin pulled Brian to his feet and kissed him hard. He felt Brian’s knees start to buckle and held him up. Justin ran his hands all over Brian’s body and then spun him around and said firmly. “Bend over for me.”

Brian was startled. Was Justin serious? He looked into Justin’s eyes and saw he was. Brian turned slowly and leaned forward, taking hold of the taps.

Justin smiled. He knew it, he knew he was right. He circled Brian’s entry with firm pressure and massaged his balls at the same time.

“Jus,” Brian panted. He handed him a bottle and said "Use this."

Justin looked at the label. Lube, okay, um, he squeezed a small amount into his hand and felt the texture, hmmm, slippery. He coated his fingers and returned to his circles around Brian’s opening. That was better, he thought, his finger was sliding now. He felt Brian stretch his body out longer, using the taps for leverage.

Brian sighed but Justin was driving him crazy. He was just going around and around and Brian wasn’t sure what he intended to do. Brian pushed back against Justin’s finger at his hole and hoped Justin knew what he wanted. He felt Justin slide inside him and cried out Justin’s name. His muscles contracted and held Justin in place. Memories from long ago sprinted through Brian’s mind.

Justin was trying to remember what to do next. He played with Brian’s balls, rolling them while he waited for Brian to adjust. When he felt Brian relax, he slowly slid in another finger.

“Fuck,” Brian panted.

Justin wanted to ask him if he was okay, but knew it break the mood. Brian began pushing back on his hand. He knew this was the part where he was supposed to pull out his fingers but he didn’t want to. He slid them out a little and then pushed them back in again.

“Ahhhh,” Brian sighed, he’d forgotten how good this really was.

Justin kept sliding his fingers in and out until Brian was sighing. He looked down and his cock was more than ready. He rolled down the condom and lubed up his cock. Justin used a lot; he wanted to stay inside Brian for as long as he could. His pressed the end of his cock into Brian’s entry and pressed forward.

Brian cried out as he felt Justin breech him. The pain seared deliciously through him. As the head finally passed through, he felt Justin slip completely inside him.

Being inside Brian was incredible; he was so tight and so hot. Justin grabbed the front of Brian’s hips to steady himself. He saw Brian’s back arch and felt him press back against him again.

“Fuck me,” Brian moaned.

Justin didn’t know what the fuck he was doing but he needed to move. His cock needed to move. He ground his cock deeper into Brian and then began to thrust. As he slid out of Brian and back in again, he thought he would pass out.

Brian moaned again. “Please? Fuck me.”

Justin knew Brian wanted something different to what he was doing. He pushed in harder this time and Brian cried out his approval. If he liked harder than he would love harder and faster, Justin smiled. Justin picked up his pace. He’d been concentrating on Brian’s reactions and now he knew he was doing it right, Justin realized just how close he was. He ground his cock into Brian again and then started to thrust all over again. Justin knew Brian loved every minute. His head was hanging forward with his ass pushed out to give Justin better access to him. Justin felt his orgasm starting. He reached around and pumped Brian’s cock to catch him up.

They came together, crying out each other's name.

Brian collapsed forward, holding on to the taps so he didn’t fall while Justin lay over him, panting.

Justin could feel he was still hard; his erection hadn’t softened at all. He pulled out of Brian.

Brian started to stand but Justin pushed him onto his knees and sunk into him again. Brian cried out, not ready but Justin started to thrust. He dropped onto his elbows as Justin fucked him even harder than the first time.

Brian’s head fell forward as he felt Justin pushing into him over and over again. He’d never been fucked this way but he wanted more. After Justin came again, he rolled Brian over and sucked him off on the shower floor. Brian reached up and turned off the taps and then fell asleep, where they lay.

Brian woke up a while later, wet and cold.

Brian tried to move but he couldn’t. Justin had given his ass a flogging. He pulled the now brimming condom off Justin and tossed it into the toilet. They couldn’t stay here, they had to move or they would both catch pneumonia. Brian turned on the hot water, they needed to warm up.

Justin opened his eyes, surprised as the water started beating down on him. He was cold but he could feel the hot water thawing him out. He looked at Brian who was sitting cross legged on the shower floor, smiling at him. “I’m okay now,” he smiled. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

Brian smiled again and nodded. “But not in here, let’s go back to bed.”

Justin nodded. He stood up and pulled Brian to his feet.

Brian winced when he moved, he’d forgotten this part. It was so much worse than he remembered but he didn’t regret a single second. Having Justin inside him that way was something he had only dreamed about. He’d never told anyone that’s what he wanted but Justin seemed to know him so well. With Justin he didn’t feel self conscious or embarrassed about letting down his guard and just being. He always felt a responsibility to be Brian Kinney, the consummate top. He wasn’t about to take out an ad announcing his ability to be flexible but with Justin, in private, it was nice, more than nice. After they dried off, Brian walked with Justin to the bed. Just the clenching of his ass cheeks as he walked was painful. Justin may be ready to be fucked but it wasn’t going to be right now, Brian thought. He climbed gingerly onto the bed and Justin cuddled into him.

“You did you say you wanted me to fuck you? Do you really?” Brian asked.

“I’m still scared but you gave me something special tonight and I want to do the same for you,” Justin said softly. “I really like you, Brian.”

“I would like to just hold you if it’s okay?” Brian smiled. “And by the way, I like you too.”

Justin smiled and cuddled in closer. His head was resting on Brian’s chest and his arm was over Brian’s stomach and tucked under his waist. Justin wanted to be as close to Brian as possible. He wrapped one of his legs over Brian’s and closed his eyes to sleep.

Brian liked the way Justin felt in his arms and held him tighter. Something was definitely happening between them. He’d never felt so close to anyone before in his life.

********

Brian opened his eyes and unlike yesterday, didn’t even contemplate the gym. He wanted to stay in bed with Justin. His ass was even sorer, if that was even possible. It was Sunday and he wondered if Justin was gonna hang around with him today. Brian knew Justin was here on a break but he didn’t have any details of when he was expecting to go. Brian sighed. He didn’t want him to go at all. He realized that he didn’t trick yesterday, he hadn’t even thought about it. Had he finally met someone who he really wanted to be with? It was two days now and he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. He turned his head and kissed Justin’s neck. Mmmm, Justin smelt so good.

Justin stirred and rolled on top Brian. He slid down Brian’s body, hungry to taste him.

Brian closed his eyes and relaxed into Justin’s touch. It was so familiar now. Justin knew all the ways to make him crazy and in no time he was shooting down Justin’s throat.

“Mmmm,” Brian sighed. “You are the best.”

Justin smiled. He’d been told that all his life but somehow when Brian said it, it really meant something to him. This time with Brian was very special to him. Yesterday, he thought it would be hard to say goodbye but today, he didn’t know if he wanted to leave. His stomach grumbled looking for food.

Brian laughed. “You are always hungry.”

“I’ve been a big fan of food all my life,” Justin laughed.

Brian sat up. “Then let’s go out for breakfast,” he smiled.

“Where do you want to go?” Justin said excited.

“Deb works at a diner down on Liberty Ave. The foods not bad and I can check on Michael, see if he’s better.”

Justin jumped out of bed. “Great, let’s go.”

Brian laughed. “Clothes would be good, although my preference is for you that way,” he smiled.

Justin pulled on his cargoes and a tee. “I’m ready.”

Brian climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. He showered quickly and dressed just as fast. “Let’s go,” he smiled.

********

Debbie was thrilled to see Justin again. She hugged him and this time he told her when it was too tight. She looked at Brian strangely. There was something about him this morning that she couldn’t put her finger on. It was happier than she’d ever seen him but it wasn’t that. She watched as they walked over to the booth where Michael was sitting with Emmett. When Brian sat down, he grimaced and Debbie grinned from ear to ear. Well, she thought, Justin really was someone special.

Emmett smiled at Justin. “Hey baby, you are still with us.”

“Yeah,” Justin smiled. “I still have a few days left.”

Michael frowned. “When are you leaving?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Justin said tentatively. He turned to Brian. “Can you order me something? I don’t know what but I eat everything and I’m starving,” he smiled. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He kissed Brian softly and left.

Brian watched Justin walk away and looked back at his friends. “Missed you at dinner last night, feeling better?”

“I’ll be a lot better when he’s gone,” Michael spat.

Brian stood up and scowled at Michael. “Then you should feel better immediately because we’re out of here.” He walked away and waited at the front door for Justin to come back.

Michael called out that he didn’t mean for Brian to go but Brian wasn’t interested. He watched his mother try to talk to him too but Brian waved her away. When Justin came out of the bathroom, they left.

Emmett shook his head. “Happy now?”

“I didn’t want Brian to go, just him,” Michael said, frowning.

“Michael, you must stop this. You are pushing Brian away.”

“I don’t want that. I want to spend time with him,” Michael wailed.

“Looks to me, Brian has chosen who he wants to spend time with. You will have to accept it,” Emmett said, trying to make his friend see reason.

“I’ll never accept it,” Michael said defiantly.

Emmett put his hand over Michael’s. “Baby, you have to. Did you see the way Brian was walking? Justin is the one.”

“What are you talking about,” Michael scowled. “He isn’t. Brian and I are meant to be together.”

“If Brian is letting Justin fuck him then, he’s made his choice,” Emmett shook his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Brian would never let anyone fuck him,” Michael laughed,

Emmett was more than frustrated trying to make Michael see commonsense about this. He laughed. “As someone who walks like that all the time, I recognize the swagger; so should you.”

Michael slumped down on the table. What would he do now?

Brian dragged Justin to the coffee shop on the other corner. “We’ll eat here,” he smiled.

“Michael again?”

Brian nodded. It wasn’t getting better; he had no choice but to stay away from Michael. One day he would come to his senses and maybe they could be friends again. “What do you want to do today?”

“I dunno,” Justin smiled. “Maybe you?” he said softly.

“Why don’t I show you around and we’ll see about that later,” Brian smirked. His ass was still in no condition for an encore. He started thinking about what it would feel like to fuck Justin; he would be able to manage that now. Brian was amazed he’d spent so much time with someone that he hadn’t fucked yet. Debbie was right, he really was something special. The more time he spent with Justin, the more time Brian wanted with him.

“I haven’t had time to look around here,” Justin smiled.

They ate and Brian played tour guide for the rest of the morning. He was surprised how much fun it was seeing all the same things again with Justin for the first time. They had lunch at the art gallery. Justin explained that he would have preferred to paint but by the time he discovered how much he liked it, his career was already chosen. Traveling so much, he really didn’t get time to paint as often as he would like.

In the afternoon, they drove out of the city so Brian could show Justin some of the countryside. When the sun set, Brian found a bed and breakfast nestled in some trees just off the road.

“This place looks great. Why don’t we stay here tonight?” Brian suggested as they climbed out of the jeep to investigate.

“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” Justin asked surprised.

“I was thinking about taking some time off,” Brian said softly. “I have weeks of leave owing and I think I’ve finally found something to do that I want time for.”

Justin was thrown. “How much time can we have?” he said excited, then, he remembered. “Oh, no, I need to leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Brian gasped. It was too soon, he didn’t want Justin to leave. “Where are you going after this?

“New York.”

“Maybe, I could go with you……… if you want me to, that is?” Brian said slowly. He wasn’t sure about just taking off, but even so, he knew he wanted to be with Justin. He hadn’t been to New York in a while, a trip to the Big Apple would classify as a holiday.

Justin threw his arms around Brian’s neck. “Oh, I want you to, all right.” He kissed Brian over and over again. “I didn’t know how I was going to say goodbye.”

“You could stay here with me?” Brian smiled.

Justin sighed. “I can’t. I want to but I can’t.”

“Then I’ll just have to come with you,” Brian smiled.

Justin smiled. “You don’t know anything about me. Are you sure you want to come with me?”

“I know everything I need to know.” Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and held it over his heart. He wasn’t big on verbal declarations. He was already out of his comfort zone going off to New York with Justin but the idea of Justin leaving him behind was not something Brian was ready for. “When do we leave and how long will we be there?” Brian smiled.

“Tomorrow and I’ll be there for two weeks but I have to work so I can’t spend all my time with you.” Justin sighed.

“I love New York, I can replace my wardrobe. Shopping is a great way to pass the time. I’ll just hang out at night when you play,” Brian smiled.

Justin wondered where Brian thought he played but didn’t say anything. Concerts were very intense; they weren’t exactly the sort of place you hung out, “Will we get a room?” Justin grinned and nodded to the cottage in front of them.

Brian slid his arm around Justin’s waist and they went inside.

The rooms were large and airy with period furnishings. The bed was enormous which pleased Brian immensely. They ate in the dining room and retired early. Brian had plans for tonight.

When they arrived back to the room, it was bathed in candlelight. Brian arranged for the owner to set the romantic scene that he’d requested. Justin’s eyes were wide and sparkling as he walked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. He turned and smiled at Brian. “You did this for me?” He ran to Brian and threw his arms around his neck. They kissed and Brian felt their bodies melting together. When they finally had to part, they were breathless. Brian undressed Justin slowly, savoring every moment as he watched more and more of Justin’s flawless skin being exposed. Brian felt his breath catch as Justin stood naked before him. Brian marveled that his feelings for Justin grew more intense every time he touched him. His head was full of Justin; there was no room or anything else. Brian guided Justin to the bed and lay beside him, unable to keep his hands off him. He explored his body for hours, first with his fingers, then with his lips. This was Justin’s first time and he wanted it to be special. He took his time and prepared Justin thoroughly and when Brian finally sunk into him, Brian knew that Justin was his future.

********

They woke early and came back to the city for Brian to pack.

“You’ll need your tux,” Justin said. “Maybe a few suits and some casual clothes. Anything else we can buy,” he smiled.

Brian wondered where they were going that he would need his tux but it was New York. He packed toiletries and his laptop. The only way Vance would agree to his holiday was if he saw a few clients in New York. At least a working holiday was better than none at all, he thought. He was actually excited. Brian could normally never be accused of spontaneity but this was impulsive and reckless. He didn’t know where he was going or why and he loved the excitement it was stimulating in him.

Justin was thinking about the best way to handle this with his Dad. His father was every bit as crazy as Brian’s friend Michael and Justin knew that he would be furious that he’d disappeared for a few days and would be even less happy that Justin was bringing someone back with him. The fact that his new someone was a man made it even more complicated. There was no way around it; his father was going to flip. He could go back to the hotel, where he knew his father would be waiting for him and face the music or…., he smiled. He picked up the phone and dialed. “Yes I want two first class tickets to New York. What is the first flight? Yes we can make that. Yes, Justin Taylor, oh did you? I’m glad you enjoyed it. Next time you come you will have to come backstage and see me. Of course that would be fine, thank you.” Justin grabbed his wallet and pulled out a card. He gave them the number. Good they had two hours. He always stayed at the same hotels. He decided to check and dialed again. “This is Justin Taylor; do you have my room ready?”

The clerk checked. “Yes Mr. Taylor, we have been holding it for three days now. We don’t have an arrival time for you, sir.”

“We’ll be in at three twenty at La Guardia.”

“Will you require the limmo while you stay with us?” she asked. He didn’t usually bother but it would give Brian wheels while he was practicing. “Yes.”

“They will be waiting for you at the airport, sir.”

“My father usually stays in my suite but this trip he’ll need a suite of his own. Can you arrange that for me please?” Justin asked.

“Certainly, sir. Will he be arriving today?” the clerk asked.

“I don’t have a time but I’m sure he will,” Justin rolled his eyes. “And the piano has been put in my room?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Thank you.” Justin hung up the phone as Brian came out of the bathroom. “We’re all set. The flight is in one and a half hours, we really need to get going,” he smiled.

“You already paid for my ticket?” Brian said uncomfortably. “I don’t want my being there to be a financial burden on you. I want to pay my way.”

Justin smiled. “Let’s just get there first and we’ll worry about that later. All my plans are already made, so the hotel is already paid for.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist. “I’m so happy that you’re coming with me,” he smiled.

“I’m happy too. Vance wants me to see some clients while I’m there but you’ll be working so it will give me something to do,” Brian smiled. “I better ring Debbie and tell her I’m going out of town.”

Justin nodded.

Brian dialed the diner. “Deb, its Brian, I’m going to New York today with Justin. He has to work there for a while so I’m going with him. I’m not sure how long but I’ll call you.” He hung up and smiled at Justin. “Let’s go.” they grabbed his cases and Justin’s plastic bags, set the alarm, locked up the loft and left.

They were met at the airport by a liaison officer and ushered into the first class lounge to wait. The staff drooled over them; Brian had never seen service like it. Brian wondered what was going on. Justin excused himself a few times to talk to people while Brian was bombarded with food and drinks. It was the same on the plane. Being with Justin seemed to make him a VIP. Brian didn’t say anything, preferring to sit back and watch. When the plane arrived, their luggage was collected for them and a big stretch limousine was waiting to collect them at the airport.

Justin wondered if he should have prepared Brian for all the crap that was coming. He took Brian’s hand a squeezed it when he saw the press all over the front of the hotel.

Brian smiled. “Someone must be staying here,” he said, looking at all the photographers waiting.

The driver opened the door and Brian stepped out first. The flashes blinded him as he stood up. “What the…..”

Justin grabbed his hand and said. “Shhhhh”

Suddenly people were screaming for Justin’s attention. “Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor,” they were calling for his attention.

Brian didn’t say a word. He was too shocked to speak. Justin spoke to the reporters for a while and then pushed Brian into the lobby in front of him. Security held the press outside and a man came running towards them.

Justin smiled. “Hello Claude.”

The man beamed that Justin remembered his name. “Mr. Taylor it is always an honor to have you stay with us.”

“I wouldn’t stay anywhere else, Claude,” Justin smiled. “This is Mr. Kinney; he is my guest so please afford him the same courtesies you would extend to me.”

“Of course, sir.” He turned to Brian. “We are pleased to have you stay with us at the Plaza, Mr. Kinney. I’m Claude Van Buren, the manager.”

Brian shook his hand. “Brian Kinney,” he managed to choke out.

“If you require anything, anything at all we will be pleased to arrange it,” Claude smiled.

Justin smiled. Brian was clearly shaken. “Has my piano been tuned?” Justin asked.

“Naturally, sir, follow me and I’ll escort you up to your suite,” Claude smiled. He accompanied them to the elevator and went with them to the top floor. The elevator doors opened into a single passageway with a door at either end of the corridor. Claude turned to the left and opened the door with his pass. He stood back for Brian and Justin to enter first. Brian’s mouth was open when he realized he was standing in the penthouse. He wandered around aimlessly just trying to get his bearings. There was an enormous grand piano in the far corner of the room by the windows. It was magnificent.

Justin smiled at Claude. “I am asking for your discretion on a matter of importance.”

“Certainly, sir,” Claude replied.

“My father usually stays in my suite but this time I want him to have a suite of his own. I want there to only be two keys to this suite, mine and Mr. Kinney’s. Under no circumstances is my father to have a key. Can I trust you to make sure of that?” Justin smiled.

“Certainly, sir. May we tell him, if he asks for one, he may not as per your instructions?”

“That will be fine,” Justin smiled. “Could you arrange for a hot and cold seafood platter and some Dom for me? Perhaps some strawberries and cream too, say in about an hour?”

“Of course, Mr. Taylor,” Claude smiled.

“When my father arrives, please tell him I will see him at breakfast at seven. I don’t wish to be disturbed tonight under any circumstances.”

“Good evening, Mr. Taylor,” Claude smiled.

“Thank you Claude.” Justin closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath, Brian would have questions. He walked over to the door for the terrace and saw Brian standing outside, looking at the view. Justin came up behind him and slipped his arms around Brian’s waist. “It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” he smiled.

“It isn’t too shabby in there either,” Brian laughed.

“Yeah, I like it. I always stay here.”

Brian turned to face Justin. “There are some things you neglected to tell me,” he frowned.

“Does any of this make a difference to you wanting to be with me?” Justin asked softly.

“No, but….”

“No buts,” Justin placed his finger across Brian’s lips. “I’m sticky, come and take a shower with me. I ordered dinner, it will be here in an hour,” he smiled and took Brian to the bathroom.

********

Craig Taylor was relieved when he was told Justin was in New York. He was angry that Justin had taken his little escape trip but grateful that his son was living up to his obligations. When he arrived at the hotel, he was horrified that that Justin had requested he stay in his own suite and incensed when he was told Justin had left instructions that he not be given a key.

“Give me a phone?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor; your son said to tell you, he would meet you for breakfast at seven in your suite. He was very clear he not be disturbed tonight,” Claude smiled.

Craig knew there was no point yelling at the manager tonight. He would save it all for Justin tomorrow morning. He stormed to his room, furious with his son.

********

When they finally climbed out of the shower, the food was set up in the living room. The fire was lit and the lights were dimmed.

Brian smiled when he saw Justin’s seduction scene. It was far grander than his.

“You like?” Justin smiled.

“What’s not to like, it’s a fairy tale,” Brian laughed. “Now before you stonewall me again, you the fuck are you Justin?”

“I’m just me, the guy you offered a ride to in Pittsburgh,” Justin smiled. He lifted his arms up around Brian’s neck and kissed him softly. “I told you I played the piano.”

“There’s playing a piano in a bar and then there’s all this,” he looked around the room. “Show me how you play for a living,” Brian insisted.

“But dinner…..”

“Dinner can wait, play for me,” Brian insisted.

Justin walked over to the piano and began to play. Brian recognized the piece, it was Chopin. After a few minutes, he sat down, astounded. Justin’s interpretation was as magnificent as the piano he was playing it on. Brian was mesmerized as Justin played, transporting Brian into the music with him. When he stopped, he stood up and smiled. “Let’s eat, I’m starved.” He grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled him over to the food. “Let’s eat on the floor in front of the fire,” Justin suggested.

Brian looked at the food waiting for him. “Where are you playing, while we’re here?”

“I have six concerts at Carnegie Hall starting in five days,” Justin smiled. “I told you to bring your tux,” Justin laughed.

Brian laughed. Why wasn’t he surprised? He couldn’t be angry with Justin. He could see that none of the pomp and ceremony meant anything to him. Brian also could see just how talented he was. Justin was obviously very successful and Brian was flattered that Justin wanted to be with him. They ate in front of the fireplace and made love on the rug, then ate some more. Justin rang for another bottle of champagne and poured this one in bursts, slowly over Brian’s naked body and lapped it up

Brian smiled. “You sure know how to show a fella a good time,” he smiled.

Justin laughed. “There is only one fella I’m interested in and he’s here with me right now.” He rolled on top of Brian and kissed him again and again until Brian was dizzy, not sure if it was the kisses or the champagne. Justin rimmed him for hours and when he finally lifted Brian’s legs up onto his shoulders and sunk into him, Brian was sure he had died and gone to heaven. This was perfect, they were perfect, Brian, wanted it to go on forever.

********

Justin looked at the clock on the nightstand. Brian was still asleep. He was snoring peacefully, it made Justin smile. Every day with Brian was better than the day before. Justin knew now that he wanted them to always be together always. He couldn’t let Brian go, not ever. He showered quickly and went to his father’s suite for breakfast.

When Craig opened the door, he could tell by the look on his father’s face that he wasn’t pleased. “Hey, Dad, how’ve you been?” Justin walked straight past him and sat down to eat.

Craig followed him and sat opposite him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Where have you been and what the hell happened to your hair?”

“I cut it and I told you I wanted a break, I took it,” he smiled.

Craig launched into his responsibility speech and Justin ate as he listened. When Craig finished he glared at his son. “Do you have anything to say?”

“I’m gay.” Justin smiled and reached for more toast.

Craig was dumbfounded. Justin was reaching for another piece before Craig could even speak. “What do you mean, you’re gay?” he stammered.

Justin frowned. “It means I like to fuck men.”

Craig stood up from the table. “This isn’t funny, Justin.”

“I wasn’t being funny. I’m twenty four years old. I know who I am, Dad and I’m gay. Don’t worry; being gay won’t stop me fulfilling my responsibilities,” Justin smiled.

“You can’t be gay. No one in our family is gay,” Craig muttered.

“I don’t think it’s something genetic,” Justin laughed.

“You stop this right now, you are not gay,” Craig insisted. “What will your audience think? That’s disgusting to even suggest it,” Craig roared.

“Dad, I’m not asking for your approval, I’m telling you as a courtesy. My personal life is none of my audiences business,” Justin sighed.

“So you have been missing for the last few days doing that?” Craig yelled.

“That and a lot more,” Justin laughed.

Craig slapped his son across the face. “I don’t want to hear anymore of this. You aren’t gay, that’s the end of it.”

Justin stood up and took a deep breath. “I am gay and you will behave yourself. The audience comes to see me not you. If you push me on this, you will be playing those concerts next week because I won’t be.”

“You have a contract, you have to play,” Craig smiled.

“Fine, I’ll play but I’ll start looking for a new manager and you can go home to Mom. You are my father and I love you. You are pushy and annoying but I accept that’s the way you are. I am your son and I’m gay. I expect you to accept who I am and if you can’t then I don’t want you to travel with me anymore.”

“You can’t mean that,” Craig stammered.

“Believe it, I mean it,” Justin growled. “By the way, my lover is traveling with me this time. His name is Brian and if I can possibly convince him, he will always travel with me. If you do or say anything to let him believe that you are not one hundred percent supportive of my decision to be with him. Book a flight and go the fuck home. I love him and you better get used to that. If you want to have dinner with us tonight, ring me. I have to practice.”

Justin turned on his heels and walked out leaving his father astounded.

********

When Brian woke up, Justin was gone. He took the time to fire up his laptop and search the net for information about Justin. His mouth fell open at all the places he’d played and the people he’d played for. Justin was a bona fide celebrity. Brian looked up as Justin stormed into the room. He didn’t say a word to Brian just sat to the piano and pounded the keys for an hour before the redness went out of his face. Brian could see he was upset about something and wasn’t sure if he should do anything. Justin finished the piece he was playing and looked at Brian. His face was calm again and he smiled. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” Brian laughed. “You should know,” he smiled. “You were inside me for most of the night.”

“Come here,” Justin smiled and motioned for Brian to join him. Justin moved down the seat and patted the space next to him.

Brian sat down and Justin kissed him hard.

“I love you, Brian Kinney and I want you to always be with me. You and your ass belong to me,” Justin smiled.

Brian looked at his young lover, the man who’d captured his heart and smiled. He knew that he loved Justin although his wasn’t ready to say it yet. He wanted to be with Justin, leaving him was no longer an option. He kissed Justin and smiled. “I’m glad.”

COMPLETE