Bleeding Emotions

Chapter 8

"Please hair. If you cooperate I'll buy you the really good shampoo."

Justin stood in front of his bathroom mirror, desperately combing through his hair. The gorgeous blond locks just wouldn't sit right with him, and he was getting very irritated. He looked down at his red tee shirt and jeans. The clothes were casual, but not too casual. Tight, but not too tight. He needed to look good, but without making it seem like he tried to look good.

Then he brushed his teeth. For the second time. He was a wreck. Brian would be here any minute. When he got there, he didn't know what they were going to do.

"Oh my god," Justin cried out to his reflection, hoping to ease his nervousness. "Calm down, Justin. Oh and one more thing, stop talking to yourself."

His reflection nodded.

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Brian paced back and forth in front of Justin's apartment building, his body practically vibrating with excitement. He took long, deep drags from his cigarette as he tried to lose the nervous feeling in his stomach. He looked up at the looming building and walked up to the stoop. He scanned over the list of names by the door, each name coupled with a dusty black button. Taylor.

He looked down the street, smiled widely, and hopped off of the stoop. He took another long deep drag from his cigarette as he walked down the street. He crushed the butt under his shoe and exhaled the smoke before ducking into a small deli.

He strolled up to the counter and perused the menu. He wanted to pick up a light brunch for him and Justin. Something easy that they could share. He ordered a tray of all sorts of sandwich fixings and a large bowl of mixed fruit. He grabbed a six-pack of cola and paid for his purchases. He carried the bag in one hand while smoking a cigarette with the other on his way back to Justin's building. He hadn't felt this nervous since right before he went onstage. That was only the night before. How time flies.

He stepped back onto Justin's stoop and flicked his cigarette into the gutter before raising his finger to the call button for Justin's apartment. He took a deep breath and pushed the button. He heard Justin's voice come through, crackling, full of static, and beautiful.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, hi. I'm looking for Justin Taylor. He wanted someone sent from Guilty Pleasures Escort Service. I'm the guy." He suppressed a chuckle.

"Finally. I've been waiting all day. So how much was it again? A dollar for anything I want?"

"It's actually fifty cents, but hey if you want to be generous." Justin laughed and Brian smiled.

"Come on up." There was a buzz and the door clicked open. Brian pulled the handle and began to climb up the stairs, taking two at a time to get to the pretty blond boy upstairs faster.

Once he stood in front of Justin's door, he took a moment to study his appearance. He was wearing a pair of expensive sandblasted jeans and an even more expensive forest green shirt v-neck sweater. It showed off the hollow of his collarbone, while the long sleeves clung to his hands, leaving only his long fingers peeking out. Lindsay and Juliana made him buy the outfit during one unfortunate outing to the mall, just him and the girls.

"Brian, you have to get this sweater. It brings out your eyes," Lindsay exclaimed.

"And these jeans." Juliana thrust the clothes into his hands and they pushed him towards the dressing rooms.

"Yo bitches. I hate the mall. More so, I hate shopping at the mall. Let's go."

"You're the worst fag ever," Lindsay lamented as Juliana shook her head

"I'll show them how bad of a fag I am," he muttered to himself. He knocked on the door with a smile on his face.

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Justin heard the knock on of the door and finally pried himself away from the mirror. His nervousness grew with each step closer to the door. It was outweighed only by his excitement and pure happiness.

He pulled open the door and felt all his nervousness drain away as soon as he laid eyes on Brian. The brunet gave him a shy smile and he stepped aside and ushered the younger man inside.

"Hey Brian," he said, giving him a radiant smile. Brian felt his knees grow weak at the sight of that smile. The one he gave Justin was just as big.

"Hey Sunshine." The nickname just rolled off of his tongue before he could stop himself.

"Sunshine?"

"Um, well, you know how when it's raining everything is all dark and cold, and you feel like you'll never be cheerful again?" He paused, scratching his always perfect hair. He smiled sheepishly before continuing. "And then the sun comes out and you just have to run outside and bask in the sunshine because it makes everything alright again. Everything is bright and glistening and beautiful. When the sunshine hits your shoulders a certain way you just know something amazing is going to happen."

"Yeah?" Justin didn't really know what else to say. He crinkled his nose in confusion.

"That's how I feel when you smile," Brian whispered, blushing and averting his eyes. Justin felt a prickly sensation at the back of his eyes. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. No one had ever looked at him in that light. He felt himself falling for the young man in front of him.

"Wow," he let out in a breathy whisper. "I love my new nickname." Brian looked back into his eyes and smiled.

"Good." The brunet leaned forward and placed a light, chaste, perfect kiss on Justin's surprised lips. When Brian pulled away, Justin's eyes were still closed. He opened them, adoration shining in the pools of cornflower blue. They both smiled at each other, nervousness replaced by the frantic beating of their hearts.

"What have you got there?" Justin asked, gesturing to the bag in Brian's hand. The teen looked down, as if he had forgotten what it was.

"I come bearing food," Brian proclaimed proudly as he set the bag down on Justin's coffee table. Justin's apartment was impressive for a college student. It was roomy, but not large. The walls were painted in a light gray color. The large sofa was positioned in the center of the living room, sitting on dark gray carpet. The upholstery of the sofa was black suede, complimented by light gray and white throw pillows. The coffee table was a large piece of glass on a black metal frame. The color was in the art. Bright paintings adorned the walls, drawing Brian in to inspect them. "This place is fucking awesome."

"Thanks," Justin grinned at Brian's accent. He thought it was so fucking adorable and so fucking sexy all at the same time. Brian walked up to the entertainment center and stared at the large painting that hung above it. The painting was done so it looked like a portrait taken from inside a room, looking out at the world through a window. Billowing curtains lined the canvas. Outside of the painted window was an abstract world. Several hues of red made up buildings turned on their sides, a broken city in turmoil. Beyond the mass of red was the ocean, looking so peaceful and far away from the wild city.

"Wow. I really love this painting. It's amazing. Who's the artist?" He turned to look at Justin, who blushed and ran his paint stained fingers through his shaggy blond hair. Brian turned back to the piece of art and leaned in close to inspect the signature. "You painted this? It's bleeding brilliant. I'm impressed."

"Thanks," Justin managed to get out. Brian just smiled at him and plopped down on the sofa.

"How do you afford this place, if you don't mind me asking?" Brian craned his neck to look at the modern kitchen and then down the hallway. "Rich parents?"

"Yes, but I haven't even talked to them in three years. They don't even want to see me, let alone help me with anything. I sure as fuck don't want to see them either." Justin sighed and sat down on the sofa next to Brian. The teen wondered what happened with his parents, but he didn't dare pry. "I sell my paintings to different galleries. I have a lot of work on display in a gallery in Seattle, and I'm setting up a show here in Pittsburgh. It keeps the rent paid on this place and buys the necessities of life."

"That's amazing," Brian exclaimed. They shared another long smile before Brian turned to the bag on the table and unloaded it. "Ok, I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a little of everything. I got a thing of mixed fruit and a sandwich platter. There's like ham, turkey, and roast beef with different cheeses and different rolls. And I got some soda."

Justin looked at the feast before him and practically licked his chops. He slid down to the floor so his back rested against the sofa and his legs stretched out underneath the table. Brian followed suit. He sat close enough so that their legs touched.

"This is so great, Brian. You didn't have to do this."

"It was my pleasure. Plus I was hungry." Brian smiled and bumped his shoulder against Justin's.

"I'll go get some forks." Justin started to get up but Brian grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back down.

"We don't need forks. What's your favorite fruit?"

"Strawberries."

"Me too." Brian picked up a slice of the juicy red fruit from the bowl and pressed it against the blond's lips. The red juice dripped onto his chin, and he had to fight the urge to lick it off. Justin opened his mouth and he slid the fruit between his lips. The older man captured the fruit, drawing it in with his tongue, sliding it across the pad of Brian's thumb. Brian felt himself grow hard as Justin swallowed the fruit, his Adams apple bobbing from the action. He licked the juice from his lips, his eyes never leaving Brian's.

"Mmm, yummy," Justin whispered. He picked up a piece of the tart fruit and returned the favor. Brian suckled on the tip of Justin's finger before releasing it to chew and swallow. Justin felt his cock harden against his jeans. He shifted his hips and cracked open a soda, taking a long drink. Brian smirked and picked up a wheat roll. He tore it in half and placed some of the slices of turkey between the bread. Justin followed suit with a white roll and roast beef.

Brunch went by quickly, both men occasionally feeding the other a piece of fruit. They talked about their interests and hobbies. They had similar taste in music and film. Justin was pleased he had someone to talk to about things going on in the world. Brian was an excellent conversationalist, wise beyond his years. Justin got the impression that he had grown up too fast. The smile on his face looked new, like it hadn't been broken in yet. His eyes were haunting, holding secrets in their chocolate depths. Specks of gold flashed, sparkling as they mixed with hues of green and brown. Justin couldn't get enough of his eyes. He pressed a piece of honeydew melon against the brunet's full lips. He closed his eyes as he ate the fruit, humming his gratitude. He opened his eyes again and the blond watched as his pupils grew smaller from the sudden light.

"One more piece of strawberry, " Brian informed him. He held the piece of fruit in his fingers and waved it in the older man's face. "Want it?"

"Yes," Justin replied immediately.

"But I want it too." The younger man put on a mock pout that Justin found utterly adorable. Then Brian smiled wickedly. "We could share it."

"That might do," Justin replied. Brian leaned forward and ran the fruit along the blond's bottom lip, coating it in the sweet, sticky juice. He pulled the strawberry away and replaced the cool fruit with his warm tongue. Justin shuddered and parted his lips slightly as Brian traced his lips with his tongue, licking the juice away. He nibbled on the flesh slightly and teasingly dipped his tongue into the inviting orifice before pulling away. Justin moaned his disapproval.

Brian slipped the fruit between his lips and straddled Justin's lap, one knee on the floor on either side of him. Justin barely had time to gasp in surprise before his mouth was covered with Brian's. He pushed the fruit into the blond's mouth and they played that game for a while, passing the fruit back and forth, taking small nibbles until it was gone. Then there was just their mouths.

Brian sucked greedily on Justin's tongue and the blond slid his hands up under the back of Brian's shirt, feeling the silky flesh under his fingertips. Their tongues performed a beautiful dance in their mouths, gliding over each other, slipping along teeth. Brian bit and sucked at the sweet lips. Justin marveled at the softness of Brian's lips, comparing them to the finest silk. The kiss went on for an eternity, but not nearly long enough.

When Brian pulled away, his breath came out in quick puffs against Justin's lips. He rested his forehead against Justin's and stared into the eyes he so wanted to slip into and never leave. He gave Justin another long, soft kiss before sitting up straight on his lap, surveying the work he had done on the older man.

Justin's lips were swollen and bruised, as were Brian's. His eyelids were heavy with lust and arousal, and he was definitely aroused if the dick Brian felt against his ass was any indication. His skin was flushed and Brian went the urge to run his fingertips along his cheek and up into his fine hair, relishing in the feel of it.

"I've never been kissed like that," Justin whispered. Brian placed another small kiss on his addicting lips.

"I've never kissed anyone like that," he responded into Justin's mouth. "No one kisses like you do." Justin smiled and Brian swore he felt sunshine on his shoulders.

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