Bleeding Emotions

Chapter 6

Brian leaned his head down, letting his lips flutter against Justin's neck. He worked his way up slowly, taking time to reach his goal. The blond rutted against him, his breathing increasing. Brian's lips caressed the length of Justin's jawbone, creating the perfect combination of kisses, sucks, and nibbles. He kissed the corner of that perfect, pouty mouth and pulled away slowly.

He looked into his blue eyes, watching as they shifted to indigo with lust. Brian licked his lips, his eyes darting back and forth from his lips to his eyes. His jeans grew uncomfortably tight and he ran one hand up Justin's side as his other hand rested against the wall near the blond mop of hair, effectively pinning the shorter man in place.

The long, elegant fingers, strong from years of playing the guitar, snaked their way under Justin's soft sweater. Brian sighed deeply as he got his first feel of Justin's silky skin. The blond closed his eyes and whimpered as Brian's hand traveled higher, his lips moving ever closer to Justin's.

The tip of one callused finger brushed the tight nub of Justin's right nipple, producing a low moan from the blond. His hands were straight at his sides; he was frozen by this taller, younger boy's ministrations on his trembling body. He leaned in even closer. Justin could smell the menthol of the lip balm on his lips, could feel the harsh night air freezing the patches of skin where Brian left the substance on his neck and jaw. His breath smelled of mint gum, cheap beer, and him.

Brian's lips brushed against his, finally. He applied pressure, almost creating an actual kiss. Justin felt his heart pound against his chest and his dick rub uncomfortably against the material of his cargoes. He closed his eyes, ready for the kiss of his life.

Then the harsh giggle of a teenage girl broke through the intense haze. Brian stepped away from Justin quickly, looking up the alley to inspect the sound. Towards the entrance of the alley, a young boy had an even younger girl pressed against the wall and was placing sloppy kisses on any area he could reach. Brian chuckled and shook his head, his hair brushing against Justin's cheek.

"Well, I think the moment has been efficiently ruined," Brian muttered against Justin's earlobe. He took the flesh between his teeth and nipped at it, and then licked it to soothe the sting. Justin groaned in disappointment as Brian pushed off of the wall and away from him. He grabbed Justin's belt loop again and pulled him back towards the entrance of the club. He scoffed as he passed the fumbling teens. "Fucking teenagers. I don't see how anyone puts up with them."

The wink Brian gave him over his shoulder did nothing to calm his raging hard-on.

All that in the alley, and they didn't even kiss. And that just made it even hotter. All the close calls, near misses. It made Justin want to taste those soft lips even more.

Brian sauntered back into the club, oozing confidence. Justin followed close behind, staring at Brian's ass. When they reached the table, the group stopped talking immediately. Brian dropped back into his chair and eyed them all suspiciously, one elegant eyebrow rising poignantly towards his hairline.

"What?" Brian asked, eyeing Justin as he dropped into the seat next to him.

"Nothing," Michael responded quickly.

"You guys were gone for a long time," Emmett noted. "That must have been some fag."

Brian's tongue found the inside of his cheek and he stole a glance at Justin, who was tugging on a strand of his golden hair and staring off into space. Brian dug into the pocket of his blazer and pulled out a small jar of lip balm and applied some with the tip of his finger before putting it back in his pocket. Daphne looked over at Justin, and the stretch of his neck, noticing the oval shaped shiny spots on his pale skin. She could barely contain her giggle.

Graham leaned forward, inspecting Brian's face. The brunet jumped when he noticed Graham within inches of his face. He furrowed his brow at his friend's intense scrutiny.

"You're bloody stoned!" Graham exclaimed. He then moved over to give the same treatment to Justin, taking in his eyes. "So are you! Wankers, not offering me any." He dropped back into his seat and crossed his arms in mock offense. Juliana rolled her eyes and put her head on his shoulder.

"It's getting late," Emmett stated as he stood up and stretched. "I'm ready to blow this pop stand. How about you kids?" A murmur of agreement passed along the group of friends. Chair legs scraped against linoleum as the group stood up and headed towards the exit. Brian slipped backstage to grab his guitar, slinging it around his back before jogging forward to rejoin the group. Once outside, they all turned to Brian.

"You were really great tonight, and it was even better meeting you," Daphne offered.

"Really top notch, mate," Graham said as he punched Brian playfully in the shoulder. The rest of the group offered compliments and Brian accepted them, a blush rising to his cheeks.

The gang engaged in idle chitchat, leaving Brian and Justin to themselves in their slightly altered state. Brian took a step towards Justin and placed his hands on the blond's hips. Justin looked up at the brunet longingly as his ran his strong hands down the front of his pants, one hand over each pocket. He smirked at Justin as his hands continued back over his hips. He slowly slid his hand into the blond's back pocket, his fingers grasping onto his goal.

He pulled the small silver cell phone from Justin's pocket and flipped it open, leaving Justin bewildered. He chuckled as Justin mumbled something about him being an "evil tease" and started pressing buttons on the cell phone. Justin watched with peaked interest, but did nothing to retrieve the phone from the younger man. After a few minutes and a lot of button pressing, Brian handed the phone over, still open. Justin brought the glowing screen up to his face and read the display. Brian.

Brian wondered vaguely why he couldn't breathe when Justin smiled.

"That was a lot of button pressing just to put your number in," Justin stated. Brian merely shrugged and smiled coyly. Justin felt his heart skip a beat. Around everyone else Brian seemed to ooze confidence, but around him he seemed almost shy.

"Time to go, blondie," Daphne sing songed. She and Emmett appeared at Justin's side while the rest of the gang flanked Brian. "Brian, do I get a goodnight kiss?" Daphne asked with a fluttering of eyelashes. Brian stepped forward and placed a soft, short kiss on Daphne's lips. She giggled with delight. Brian turned to face Justin, rolling his lips into his mouth.

"You want one too, blondie?" Before Justin had any time to respond, Brian grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled him in for a searing kiss. The taller boy's lips sought out Justin's and crashed against them. The blond leaned into him and moaned into the kiss as Brian's tongue asked permission to enter his mouth by sliding across his front teeth. Justin eagerly accepted the intrusion and his tongue dueled with Brian's. His lips felt bruised, and his knees felt weak. It was passionate, intense, fucking perfect.

Brian pulled his lips away rested his forehead against the blond's. Both boys were panting, gazing at each other through half lidded eyes. Brian's arms were resting on the shorter man's shoulders, and Justin brought his hands up and grasped his strong forearms.

"Wow," Daphne sighed. "That was like a movie kiss." Brian turned his head to the side and smiled at her, the corners of his lips turning up to create something beautiful. Justin placed a soft kiss on his cheek and they interlocked their fingers as they pulled away from each other. Their fingers clutched to each other desperately for a moment before falling away from each other completely.

"Later." From Brian's lips, it was the utter of a promise Justin hoped he'd keep.

"Later." Justin smiled as Brian turned around and headed off towards his car, two best friends on either side. Justin let out a trembling sigh and watched as they disappeared around a corner.

Emmett and Daphne turned towards the happy, smiling young man that stood in the place of their usually scowling friend.

"Dear lord," Emmett exclaimed. "What exactly happened in that alley?"

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Brian couldn't wipe the smile off of his face as he pulled his keys from the pocket of his jeans. Graham jumped in front of him and started walking backwards two steps ahead of him, a smug smile on his face.

"What'd you do in the alley, mate?"

"Fuck off," Brian replied with a laugh.

"Oh come on, were you two snogging? You left your fruity lip balm all over his neck." Brian stopped and glared at him.

"It's not fruity. It's medicated." Graham rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. What'd you do?"

"We shared a joint. Shot gunned it mostly. And yeah, I kissed his neck. But that was it. You guys witnessed our first kiss." The last two words were dripping with sarcasm, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.

"He's so cute, Brian," Juliana added, walking backwards with Graham. "Don't you think he's cute?"

"Brian doesn't do cute," Michael grinned, adding to the line of people walking backwards in front of Brian. "But he was hot as hell, right Brian?"

"I'd fuck him and I'm into pussy," Lindsay offered, walking backwards next to Michael. Brian shook his head and laughed.

"Hell, maybe with the right music and just the right amount of alcohol, I might even fuck him too," Graham joked, the laughter dancing in his eyes.

"I hope one of you trip and fall," Brian muttered, even as the blush rose to his cheeks and his smile grew even wider.

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Daphne stole a glance over at Justin as she drove towards his apartment to drop him off. He was grinning madly, his arms crossed over his chest. He sighed dreamily and closed his eyes. Emmett leaned forward and shared a look with Daphne. He then poked Justin in the shoulder, causing the blond to open his eyes and look over at them.

"What?"

"What happened in the alley?" Daphne asked, shifting her gaze back and forth from his face to the road. His cheeks immediately turned crimson. "Tell us."

"We talked and shared a joint. Oh my god. He kept blowing me shotguns and it was the sexiest thing ever. I almost came in my pants."

"Oh baby," Emmett laughed. "What else did you do?"

"That's just it. We never even kissed. After we finished the joint, he started kissing my neck like he was going to, and he was about to kiss me. Then these kids came in and fucked it up. Fuckers. But oh he's so gorgeous."

"He is that," Daphne added, chuckling as Justin let out what could only be described as a giddy squeal.

"Oh man, and that kiss. Did you see that kiss? I've never felt anything like that. He's an amazing kisser." He sighed again, the smile refusing to leave his face. Daphne caught Emmett's eye in the rearview mirror and winked. She pulled up in front of his building and Justin leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Bye guys!" Justin called as he slipped out of the passenger seat and practically floated to the door. Emmett slipped into the front seat and the two friends watched happily as Justin walked into his front door. They looked over at each other and high fived, sharing a smile before Daphne pulled away from the curb.

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"Someone has a crush."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Fuck off."

Brian and Michael were the only ones left in Brian's jeep. They had all teased him about the kiss until he thought his face would be permanently red. Then he kicked them all out at their respective houses. Michael looked over at him and poked his cheek.

"Look at your face! You can't stop smiling." It was true. He couldn't.

"Yes I can."

"Then do it." Michael stared over at him and he glanced over, trying his best to make a frown. No matter how hard he tried, the smile wouldn't go away.

"Fuck."

"Ha! Told you! You are so in love!" Michael giggled and Brian pulled over in front of his house. He leaned over and pushed the passenger side door open.

"Bye Mikey."

"Bye Brian." Michael gave his best friend a quick peck on the lips and walked up to his door. Brian shook his head and pulled away from the curb.

On his way home, he thought about the alluring blond. The kiss was so sensual, unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Justin tasted of honey and cigarettes and Brian ran his tongue over his teeth, hoping to taste it once more.

He pulled into his driveway and killed the engine. He pulled his guitar from the backseat and bypassed the main house, opting instead to grab the flashlight he kept in the hollow of a tree trunk and follow the trail back to his little haven. He let the light dance along the path, walking almost in a daze. Once he got to the front door, he leaned down and unlocked it with the key from his neck. Pushing the door open, he took one last look at the beautiful night sky over head.

Once inside, he clicked on one of the battery operated lanterns, filling the room with soft orange light. He shut off the flashlight and tossed it onto the couch. He took the guitar from his back, kissed the neck of it, and set it in its stand. Then he grabbed the lantern and climbed up to his bed. Once he shed all his clothing, he climbed in bed and clicked off the light.

Flashes of blonde hair and blue eyes pleasantly haunted his dreams. The grin on his face was still evident in sleep.

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Once Justin was safely inside his apartment, all alone, he started jumping up and down with delight. He spun around in circles and finally dropped down onto the sofa, stomping his feet in excitement. He felt like a giddy teenager again. He leaned back against the cushions and ran his fingertips over his lips, closing his eyes to reenact the kiss once more.

Suddenly, he sprinted over to the kitchen table and opened a fresh sketchbook, preparing to do what he had been waiting to do all night. He took a freshly sharpened charcoal pencil in his hand and sighed with content. The pencil fit in his fingers perfectly. The smell of the paper wafted to his nose and he couldn't think of any smell he liked better, except for him.

He took the pencil to the paper and worked in a frenzy. Before long, Brian was staring back at him from the stage, singing to him. The next page was a close up of Brian's hands on his guitar. The next page was a close up of Brian's face. Then Brian leaning against the wall in the alley. A close up of Brian's hand holding the joint against his lips.

Justin's right hand ached, but he paid no attention to it. The last picture he sketched was their kiss, everything blurry except for them. Solid, real, there.

When he looked up again, sunlight was seeping in through the windows, crawling along the floor. It was then he realized how tired he was. He left the sketchbook open and stood up, stretching the kinks from his lithe body. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and turned it off before tossing it on the bed. He took off all his clothing and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

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Sunlight crept over Justin's face, bouncing off of his golden hair. The light grew bright enough to wake him up. He rolled away from the offending light and felt his cell phone dig into his ribs. He clutched it in his hand and once he was awake enough to lift his head, he vaguely wondered what time it was. The clock on his nightstand was blank and he remembered ripping the cord out of the wall the previous day when his alarm woke him up.

Groaning, he flipping open his cell phone and held down the power button. He watched the screen as it started up, waiting to see his display message. It was usually some catchy song lyric that wouldn't leave his head. What he saw instead surprised him. The letters flashed up on the screen, making his eyes widen in surprise.

You know you want to call Brian. :)

Justin blinked, and then the screen was fully loaded. The time in the corner read 9:23 a.m. and he bit down on his bottom lip, wondering whether or not to call. His fingers obviously decided for him, because before he knew it, there was a new message on the screen.

Calling Brian…

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