Something More

Chapter 12

I can't accept that it's over...

Brian walked down the street in a stupor; Spalding nestled snugly under his right arm. He knew he was going to Justin's, but he had no clue why. He had no idea what he wanted to say…or what he wanted in general.

"I will block the door like a goalie tending the net," he sang softly. The song had been stuck in his head since his confrontation with Justin about his feelings. It wouldn't go away. "In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry."

He found himself standing underneath Justin's window, with still no plan. He sighed and grabbed onto the lattice. He then realized there was no way he could climb to the second story window with the soccer ball under his arm. He hopped back to the ground and set the ball in the grass.

"Sorry, you need to stay here," he said drunkenly, patting the ball lightly. He looked from the soccer ball and back up to Justin's window. It was cracked open slightly, as always. It was a climb he'd made a thousand times before, but never while so intoxicated.

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"Well, that could have gone better," Jake told Emmett as he dropped his keys on the counter in Emmett's apartment.

"Yeah, but at least he said something," Emmett replied, shrugging out of his coat.

"So…your mom isn't home?"

"Nope," he told him, shaking his head. "She's visiting my Aunt Lula in Hazelhurst."

"I see."

"So you could, um, stay here," Emmett said softly. "If you wanted." Jake looked up at him and smiled. He took a step towards Emmett and wrapped his arms loosely around his waist.

"I'd love to," he whispered, closing the distance between their lips hesitantly. They smiled against each other's lips and wrapped their arms around each other tightly.

"Want something to drink?" Emmett asked after the kiss had been broken. His heart was pounding in his chest and he couldn't keep the grin off of his face.

"Sure," Jake replied, his tongue reaching out to touch his lip ring. "Just water would be great." Emmett nodded and retrieved two bottles from the refrigerator. The two boys plopped down on the couch and sipped from their bottles.

"I can't believe Brian just walked away after that," Jake said quietly. "I mean, Justin told us what he said."

"You need to know Brian. He has the emotional capacity of a blueberry." Emmett replied. "He doesn't really like to…feel." He paused for a moment, tapping the side of his bottle. "You and Justin put on quite a show though." Jake blushed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, guess so."

"You guys fucked, didn't you?" Emmett asked, lips turning into a smirk. Jake looked over at Emmett with wide eyes. "You did! I knew it."

"Okay, yeah. We did."

"How was it?" Emmett asked, bringing his legs up under his chin. Jake raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're serious?" Jake asked with a laugh. Emmett nodded.

"Everyone knows what Brian is like in bed. But Justin? He's so cute and sweet. I can't even imagine what he's like in bed."

"Well, he sure wasn't cute and sweet with me," Jake replied, laughing as he scratched his temple.

"Justin is a top?" Emmett asked, eyes lighting up.

"If last night was any indication, yes. And damn good at it, too." They laughed together, the sound filling the air. "You like gossip, don't you?"

"That's a given. So, do you have any feelings for Justin?" Emmett asked softly, pretending not to care about the answer.

"At first I thought I could like him," Jake replied, studying his fingernails. "But I see the way he looks at Brian. And the way he fucked me, it was like he wasn't even there." He looked over at Emmett. "He almost said Brian's name at the end."

"No shit," Emmett replied, leaning towards him.

"Yeah, oh well. I don't regret it. My ass might though. It's been yelling at me all day." They both laughed and Jake turned serious again. "I don't have feelings for Justin, but I really want to be his friend. I really do hope everything works out for those two."

"Me too," Emmett replied thoughtfully. He looked over at Jake. "So, are you usually a bottom?"

"Uh," Jake replied, blushing. "No. I'm usually a top."

"Well good," Emmett replied, getting up from the couch. "Because my philosophy is, it just isn't sex unless there's something up your butt. So come on, stud. Show me what you got." Jake laughed and followed Emmett into the bedroom, clothes trailing behind them.

They fell onto Emmett's bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing each other furiously. The cool metal piercing Jake's lip created a wonderful sensation against Emmett's heated flesh.

"I love this fucking lip ring," Emmett gushed, crashing his lips down on Jake's again. Jake laughed into the kiss and slid his tongue down Emmett's neck, teasingly. Emmett reached over to retrieve a condom and lube from the nightstand. He tore open the condom and rolled it slowly down Jake's dick, stroking and squeezing until Jake grunted.

The blond took the lube and prepared Emmett swiftly, sucking and biting on his lips as he did so. The taller teen sighed as Jake withdrew his fingers, placing the tip of his cock at Emmett's eager entrance.

He kissed Emmett roughly as he pushed in slowly, making Emmett cry out from the dual sensations. He pushed back against Jake, swallowing him whole. Soon they both were moving against each other, groaning and grunting against moist skin.

Jake looked down into Emmett's eyes and he knew that this time…he meant something.

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"Justin!" Brian called out as he stumbled into the blond's window. Justin sat up straight, seeing Brian's silhouette as he tumbled into the room. He hadn't been asleep at all, choosing to think of the night's events instead. Justin jumped off his bed and hurried over to the boy.

Brian stood up before Justin could help him up. The blond squinted, trying to see more than shadows.

"What are you doing here?" Justin asked, trying not to let his voice show the excitement he felt.

"I'm here because," Brian paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "because of that noise you make when I bite your neck right below your ear. I hate that fucking noise." Justin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he crossed his arms over his chest, nodding. "No, I love that fucking noise. That's the problem."

"That's a problem?" Justin asked wearily, a headache forming behind his eyes. He could smell the alcohol from where he was standing.

"Yes, it's a problem. So are your eyes. And that twitchy thing your left leg does when I rim you." Justin blushed, looking around the room. He stepped closer, wishing he could see more of Brian than the darkness of his room would allow.

"And why is that a problem, pray tell?"

"Because," Brian drawled, dragging the word out as if Justin were a child. "When you do that shit, it's so fucking hard not to want you." Justin grinned and took another step closer, placing his hand on Brian's shoulder.

"What the fuck is all over you?" Justin asked calmly. "Is that mud?" Brian looked down at Justin's hand on his shoulder, face twisted in confusion.

"Oh. Yeah," he replied, shaking out his muddy hair. "That's all your fault, too." Justin shook his head in disbelief.

"Why are you covered in mud?" He inquired. "And please tell me how it's my fault."

"Because," he told him, dragging the word out again, "you made me frustrated and I kicked Spalding in the head way too fucking hard and I fell."

"Okie dokie then," Justin replied. He was far too used to Brian's drunken ramblings. "One question."

"Hmm?" Brian asked, putting his hand on the wall to keep his balance.

"Who the fuck is Spalding?" Justin asked, wiping his hand on his boxers.

"Spalding! Tom Hanks had Wilson. I have Spalding. But I wouldn't just let him float away. Oh no. I'd swim to hell and back for that little fucker." Justin just stared at the silhouette of Brian, face twisted in confusion. "Spalding is my new best friend."

"You've replaced me with a volleyball?" Justin asked, almost laughing.

"Of course I didn't replace you with a volleyball!" Brian replied hotly. "Spalding is a soccer ball." He nodded and looked around the room. Justin could see the moon reflecting off of his eyes. "Remember when we had sex in the soccer goal? Good times."

The look on Justin's face was priceless. It was mixture between horror, pity, and confusion.

"Okay, yeah. Here's what we're going do to. You're going to go take a shower." Justin led the very muddy Brian towards his bathroom. "And if you got mud on my carpet, I'm going to fucking castrate you."

"Kay." He got Brian into the bathroom and flipped on the light. He turned back towards Brian and almost laughed at what he saw. He was covered in mud, head to toe. He brought his hand over his mouth.

"I won!" An eight year old Brian called, running at top speed towards a wide eyed Justin.

"That's great!" Justin cried, stepping backwards. Brian was covered in mud, only his mouth and eyes free of the substance. "I'm really happy for you! Yaye soccer! Just don't…" He was cut off by Brian engulfing him in a big victory hug, mud transferring to Justin's clean clothes and blond hair, "…touch me."

"Okay, get in the shower." Brian plopped down on the toilet seat and Justin grabbed his arms and pulled him up before he got mud on anything else. He reached over and turned on the cold water, leaving the shower door open. "Brian, get undressed."

"Why Justin, I had no idea," Brian drawled, taking a step towards Justin. "Well, yeah, actually I did."

"Charming," Justin replied, "now get the fuck in the shower." Brian took another step towards him and he grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "Brian, you need to knock this shit off. You're seventeen fucking years old. You can't keep doing this. Now get the fuck in that shower."

He pushed Brian under the unforgiving icy spray, clothes and all. He closed the shower door and exited the bathroom, slamming the door with a resounding thud.

The shock of the cold water and the slam of the door broke Brian from his trance. He looked down at the drain, watching as brown streaks of dirt and grime made their way down the drain. He pulled his shirt off, sticky and heavy with water and mud. He let it fall to the tile with a sickening squelch. He unbuttoned his jeans and rolled the wet denim off of his lean legs, kicking them into the corner of the shower stall. In his drunken state, he stumbled and fell into the wall.

He pressed his forehead against the wall under the showerhead, the cold water cutting into his back like frozen needles.

His mind slowly cleared as his body shook and his teeth chattered. The water had long gone clear, all the mud washed from his skin.

He pulled his forehead away from the cool tile and turned around, letting his back slide along the tile. The cold water stung his skin, but he did nothing to remedy the situation.

He slid his hands into his hair as his ass made contact with the tile floor. His head throbbed and his chest ached.

He felt like he was slowly losing Justin. He knew that the longer he kept up this charade, the more Justin would fade from the routine he was so accustomed to. Jake would become a familiarity in their lives, a constant reminder of his stupidity.

Justin would be happy. He, on the other hand, would be miserable.

Why would Justin bring Jake into Babylon and prance him around in front of him? Why would he make him look like a fool? Why would he dance with him like they used to, like everything was all right?

Brian stood up and turned off the water, pushing the shower door open. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stormed into Justin's bedroom, fire in his eyes.

The blond was sitting on his bed, a sketchbook propped up on his knees like a makeshift easel. He looked up as Brian entered the room, blond hair falling in cornflower blue eyes. He shook the veil of soft hair out of the way and furrowed his brows, trying not to look at the way the water rolled down Brian's body.

"Feel better?" Justin asked, eyes narrowing at his best friend, examining him for traces of mud.

"What the fuck was tonight all about?" Brian asked, one fist clutching at his towel, eyes locked angrily on Justin. The blond's eyes widened in surprise.

Brian's moods fluctuated more than those of a menstrual teenage girl.

"Excuse me?" Justin asked, closing his sketchbook and setting it on the nightstand. He sat up on the bed, back rigid. His jaw clenched, preparing for battle.

Brian let go of his towel and it slide low on his hips. Water dripped from his body and onto Justin's carpet as he moved closer to the bed. He licked his lips and then met Justin's stare head on.

"Tonight. You prancing around with Jake. Were you just trying to piss me off?"

"What? No," Justin lied, getting up off of the bed to make himself appear taller, stronger. They stood two feet apart, and Justin cursed Brian's height mentally.

"Why were you with Jake?" Brian asked again. His eyes were dark, almost black with pain and anger.

"What the fuck does it matter? You sleep with a hundred guys and I don't say shit. But I show up with one guy, and you go postal."

"It's different," Brian replied, scratching behind his ear in a futile attempt to look anywhere other than Justin's eyes.

"Explain that to me, please." Justin crossed his arms over his chest and Brian idly wondered how so much fire came out of someone so small.

"To you, sex means something. To me, it means nothing. It's about the pleasure, and that's it."

"So all those times you fucked me, it meant nothing," Justin replied, his disposition slipping a little. "It was just for pleasure."

"No, that's not what I meant," Brian argued, voice rising. Justin once again was thankful that his parents were never home, and that Molly made a point to find somewhere else to stay every night.

"Then what do you mean?" Justin sneered, taking a step closer to Brian in a moment of bravery.

"You don't love him, Justin!" Brian replied, avoiding Justin's question. He knew the answer just as much as he didn't want to admit it.

"Who says I don't?" Justin replied, chin rising and eyes smug.

"You love me," Brian told him in a weak voice.

"Maybe I don't anymore," Justin replied weakly, eyes trained on Brian's bare feet. "Maybe I moved on." Brian's heart stung, but he refused to let his emotions show through. He narrowed his eyes and swallowed, ready to break out the big guns.

"Oh so what," he bellowed. "I said I didn't feel the same way as you so you just put out for the first piece of ass that came along?"

Justin's face fell. He looked like he had been slapped. Tears welled in his eyes and he bit his lower lip in frustration and anger.

"Is that it, Justin?" Brian roared again.

"Fuck you!" He screamed, bringing his hand up and slapping Brian across the face in anger and frustration. Brian's mouth fell open in shock and outrage. He saw the tears flowing down Justin's cheek and knew he had deserved it. They stared at each other for a long while, neither budging. Justin blinked away a new set of tears and Brian grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into Justin's mouth.

Justin responded for only a second before pulling away, pushing Brian back. He shook his head and licked his lips, looking into Brian's eyes angrily.

"Fuck you," Justin whispered. "Fuck you for thinking you could kiss it all better. You can't fuck this away, Brian, you fucking asshole." The brunet stood there, taking all Justin had to dish out. The blond's chest rose and fell, breath heavy from anger. He curled his right hand, the hand he had slapped Brian with, into a fist and let it bounce against his hip. For a moment, Brian braced himself for a punch. Justin did deliver that punch, right in the middle of Brian's chest. The brunet didn't say a word, didn't move.

"I hate you, Brian," Justin continued, looking at Brian's chest as he slammed his fists against it. "I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the power you have over me. I hate the things you do to me." His fists landed on his chest again and Brian winced. Brian's eyes welled up with tears at this point, and he looked down, letting his wet hair cover his eyes. "I hate you." He continued beating on Brian's chest, sobs escaping his lips. Brian grabbed Justin's arms, trying to protect himself from further punches.

"Justin." The blond twisted out of his grasp and threw his fists against Brian's chest once more. "Justin, stop!"

"No!" He raised his hands and Brian grabbed them, looking into Justin's eyes. His hands moved up to Justin's face, his fingers threading in the blond hair behind Justin's ears, tugging on it. His fists landed on his chest once more before Brian pulled Justin in, kissing him again.

This time, Justin didn't pull away.

They kissed ferociously, intensely. Justin brought his hands up into Brian's wet hair and yanked his head back roughly. Brian gasped and Justin leaned in, biting and sucking the taller boy's neck. He bit down on Brian's chin and Brian vaguely wondered how Justin had taken such control of the situation so quickly.

Brian felt the wet towel yanked from his body and somehow he knew he wasn't getting that control back. He felt his cock harden from Justin's actions. The blond spun him around and bent him over his desk harshly. Brian's threw his hands out to catch himself on the desk, sending pens and pencils scattering to the floor. Justin slid his hand into Brian's hair and pressed his face against the desk. He stayed there, knees slightly bent and legs spread wide, his cheek pressing against the cool wood.

He heard the tear of a condom wrapper and a tube of lube snap open. He raised his ass, a slutty reaction to the sounds.

"I'm going to fuck you," he heard Justin say in a deep raspy voice. Brian swallowed hard, giving no argument. Justin needed this, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want it. He waited to feel Justin's fingers prepare him, but instead he felt Justin's thick, lube coated cock press into his tight hole in one swift stroke. Brian cried out against the intrusion, feeling the intense burn Justin's dick created. Justin didn't stop pushing in until Brian heard the slap of his balls against his ass.

"Fuck!" Brian cried out, fingers curling up, crumpling stray pieces of paper. Justin brought his hand down in a rough slap on Brian's ass and the taller boy hissed, clawing at the desk. He had never seen this side of Justin, and he wasn't sure how to react. But, if the way his achingly hard cock was dripping was any indication, he fucking loved it.

Justin pulled all the way out, leaving Brian's ass completely empty. The brunet groaned, and then thrust back wantonly. Justin held his dick in his hand, sliding the head up and down Brian's crack, circling around his tight pucker. Brian whimpered and thrust back again, but another slap to his ass and Justin's fingers rough in his hair quickly told him that wasn't allowed.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to beg, but he bit down on his lip instead as Justin continued to torture him. Then, without warning, Justin slapped his ass again at the same moment he slid back into Brian's waiting hole. Brian cried out again, amazed at the sounds coming from his throat. Justin growled and began to move in and out of Brian hard and fast, without mercy on Brian's inexperienced ass.

His eyes stung and his ass burned as Justin slammed into him, making the desk lurch forward with a squeak. More random items were sent clattering to the floor.

"You're mine, Brian Kinney," Justin growled again, pulling at Brian's damp hair. The brunet swallowed hard, unable to form words. He felt Justin's lips on the back on his shoulders, his teeth on his neck. The blond sucked and bit as he thrust wildly, leaving a deep purple mark on Brian's tan skin. "You're fucking mine."

Brian didn't know who Justin was trying to convince with that statement. He had been Justin's a long time ago. He just hadn't realized it.

Brian reached back and put his hand on Justin's hip, pushing back to meet his harsh thrusts. He heard strangled sounds emanating from Justin as his cock was pressed firmly against the desk. Brian struggled to stay up on his arms as Justin pounded into him relentlessly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Brian breathed. Justin reached around and fisted Brian's cock, stroking up and down in time with his furious thrusts. Brian came with a loud groan, splattering Justin's desk with his cum.

Justin came shortly after, pulling Brian's hair hard as he did so. Justin gasped and fell over Brian, keeping himself upright by placing his hands on either side of Brian's hips. They both struggled to regain their breathing, blinking away the spots of black and purple dancing in front of their eyes.

Brian wanted to stand up. His knees were aching, but Justin had him effectively trapped between his arms. Then, as if Justin could read his mind, one arm went up. He heard a sniffle, and then Justin pulled out of him slowly. His other arm went up, and he took a step back from Brian. The brunet stood up slowly, stretching the muscles in his legs. He turned around and faltered when he saw that there were still tears in Justin's eyes.

He took a step towards Justin and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. He brought one hand up and wiped away a tear with his thumb. He kissed Justin's lips softly. Justin stared into his eyes, sniffling again.

"I don't hate you," Justin said, barely above a whisper. Brian smiled softly.

"I know," he replied, kissing Justin once more, a chaste brush of their lips. Brian felt wetness on his cheeks and he didn't know if they were his tears or Justin's. He kissed Justin again and pulled him tight against his body.

"Why is this so hard?" Justin whispered against his neck. Brian closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, his hand traveling down Justin's bare back.

"I don't know," Brian replied honestly. Justin lifted his head and they looked into each other's eyes, searching for a resolution.

"You're mine," Justin whispered again, this time in a gentle voice. Brian gently pushed him backward so that they were moving towards Justin's bed. He nodded slightly at Justin's comment. "I want you to be mine," he whimpered again as he let himself be pushed back against the bed. Brian climbed on top of him and looked into his eyes.

"Yours," Brian breathed, surprising even him. Justin smiled and Brian leaned down to kiss him, wiping the last of their tears away with gentle fingers. Their bodies melted together as they kissed. Brian's tongue made its way between Justin's lips softly. Their kiss was complete opposite to the one they shared earlier. Now, their actions were soft and gentle.

"I don't hate you at all," Justin whispered, fingers curling into the hair framing Brian's face. "I'm sorry I said that. I'm sorry I hit you."

"Justin," Brian replied. "Shh." Brian smirked and the blond grinned. The taller boy rested his forehead against Justin's, staring into his eyes until he felt his cock harden again, begging for attention.

He kissed Justin softly as he reached for a condom and lube. He rolled the condom down his own cock and prepared Justin carefully. He positioned himself over Justin and the blond bit his lip as Brian entered him.

This time, they moved slowly, matching each gentle thrust. The sighed and whimpered and damned if Justin didn't cry again, but this time they weren't tears of despair.

Justin closed his eyes when he came, Brian's name on his lips. The brunet placed his hand on Justin's cheek and came as well, grunting loudly as his orgasm ripped through him.

Brian slipped from Justin's ass and the blond let his legs fall from Brian's waist to the bed. They stayed tangled together, swapping long, languid kisses.

The sun had just started to rise when they locked eyes once more.

"Mine," Justin whispered again, running his fingertips along Brian's cheek. Brian smiled and moved his face to the side to kiss Justin's fingertips.

"Yours."

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