Druid

Chapter 3
 

Brian knocked on Quinn's office door. He wasn't looking forward to this meeting one little bit.

"Enter," Quinn's voice called from behind the door.

Brian took a deep breath and pushed open the door. "You wanted to see me?" Brian asked knowing that he had been summoned to the inner sanctum for no happy purpose.

"Fucking right, mate!" Quinn responded. "What the fuck is going on with you, Brian?"

"I'm getting old in case you haven't noticed," Brian replied sarcastically.

"Stop that, Brian. Have you been telling all your clients that you are being forced out of the Quoin because you're turning thirty?"

"What?" Brian was truly flabbergasted. He had expected Quinn to ream him out for being late last night after he had dropped Justin off at Pats'. His client had been waiting when he got to the Quoin. He could clearly see the anger in Quinn's eyes when he had finally arrived.

"I asked if you have been complaining to all your clients about having to stop tricking at the Quoin when you turn thirty."

"I haven't complained to any of them," Brian said truthfully.

"Then why did I have Thierry Demarais in my office telling me that I should let you stay?"

"Fuck!" Brian responded.

"Don't like being caught in your own machinations?" Quinn asked angrily.

Brian's temper flared then. "Not that you'll believe me, but I asked Thierry not to speak to you about that."

"Then why did you tell him at all?" Quinn asked sharply.

"He wanted to book me for next month when he was going to be back in Ireland and I told him that wasn't possible."

"Couldn't you just leave it at that?"

"He wanted to know why, so … I told him." Brian gave a shrug.

"He's not the only one who's been to see me," Quinn said suddenly.

"Oh?"

"Three others, so you must have been telling the same sad tale to all your clients," Quinn stated.

"I've only told those who wanted to book me past next month," Brian tried to explain. "I had to tell them something."

"They're all threatening to take their business elsewhere if you're not here."

Brian chuckled. "Shit! I knew I should open my own brothel."

"It's not funny, Brian. I've tried to treat you like a son, and this is the thanks I get. You're ruining my business."

"That was never my intent," Brian said truthfully. "I know the rules."

"I'm … going to … break them for you," Quinn said tentatively.

Brian was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked wanting Quinn to clarify what he thought he had heard.

"You can stay if you want," Quinn conceded.

"And trick?"

"And trick," Quinn stated.

"God, Quinn, I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll stay, my boy."

"I'm not sure I can," Brian admitted rather hesitantly.

"But isn't that what you wanted?" Quinn asked exasperated.

"I guess it was, but how much longer can I realistically do this?" Brian asked.

"Till you're sixty … at least," Quinn grinned.

"I thought maybe … eighty-five," Brian grinned back.

"So what are you going to do?" Quinn asked now that the tension between them had been broken.

"I have to think about this, but I do appreciate the offer, Quinn."

"Let me know when you make up your mind. Oh, and Brian, don't you ever fucking be late for a client again!"

"Yes, sir," Brian replied with a smile. "Thanks for giving me this option."

"I only want what's best for you, Brian."

Brian nodded and closed the door behind him. Now he had some more thinking to do.

 

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Brian pulled the Gold Wing to a stop in front of Pats'. He was there to see her but he hoped he would also see Justin. It was his day off with no one booked for that night. He wanted to take Justin somewhere and fuck him to within an inch of his life or maybe just talk to him or maybe kiss him all over or maybe tell him all about what was happening in his life. He didn't really know what he wanted from the blond, maybe all of the above. He had never felt anything like this for anyone before.

"Brian," Pats called from the porch. "Is anything wrong?"

Brian realized he had been sitting on his bike thinking about his blond. He stood up and removed his helmet. There was no sign of Justin. He hoped he was there.

"Nothing's wrong," Brian said to her. "I was just thinking."

"You haven't made a decision yet, have you?" Pats asked. Brian shook his head. "Come on in and tell me all about it."

Brian walked up to the house. "Is Justin here?" he asked.

Pats smiled to herself. Justin hadn't been able to talk about anything else except Brian since he had come home on the man's bike. Brian seemed just as interested. Pats had never known Brian to be interested in any man for longer than one night. She had hoped Justin might be that exception. Maybe she had been right. "He's upstairs," she replied. "Primping because I told him you were coming," she thought to herself.

Brian felt suddenly warm. He was going to see his blond again. "Is he going to join us for lunch?" Brian asked hopefully.

"I think we might be able to twist his arm and make him do that," she replied with a grin. She swore she saw Brian blush. "He's got it bad," she thought.

They went inside and Pats finished setting the table and readying things for lunch. She saw Brian glance tentatively at the stairs several times and again she smiled. She wanted Brian to have someone to love, and her cousin was the most kind and loving man she had met in a long time. Suddenly she felt a tension in the room and turned to see Justin come down the stairs carrying little Mick. He was tickling the toddler's belly and making him giggle.

Justin froze when he saw Brian, and they both locked eyes in a smoldering look that raised the temperature of the room several degrees.

"Um, I … he was … um … awake … um … so I … um … brought him down for lunch," Justin stumbled to get any words out, his eyes still locked on Brian's.

Mick was struggling to get down and finally Justin looked at him and set him down on his feet. He was able to walk but not terribly steady on his feet. He tried to run towards Brian calling "Unc Bi, Unc Bi!"

Brian grabbed him just before he lost his footing and scooped him into a big hug and kiss. "Take it easy there, little man."

Mick hung on Brian's neck and kissed him back. Justin smiled at the warmth the tall man showed to the little boy.

Pats watched the interaction and grinned. "Okay, 'Unc Bi', put him in his high chair and let's get this show on the road."

Pats dished up lunch and they began to eat. She couldn't help but notice the furtive looks passing between Brian and Justin. Little Mick pounded on the tray of his high chair wanting his uncle's attention.

"Hey, where are your manners?" Brian teased him and fed him a piece of the fruit he was chewing on. Mick smiled up at him.

"Have you got any plans for the rest of the day?" Pats asked.

Brian looked at her sheepishly. "I was wondering if Justin might like to come into Cork with me. We could look around and maybe have dinner."

Justin blushed and grinned. "I'd love to," he said softly.

Brian felt his dick jump. He loved the sound of his blond's voice. "Let's go," he said quickly standing up.

"You haven't finished lunch," Pats protested as they rushed out the door. She chuckled. "I wonder how long it will take your uncle to get your cousin into bed, little Mick? It looks like it's just you and me for the rest of the day." Mick tried to feed her a piece of his fruit as she leaned in to kiss him.

 

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Brian had brought another helmet for Justin hoping he would agree to go somewhere with him. And he had. Brian could feel Justin's arms wrapped tightly around him and it made him feel warm and happy in a way that he had never experienced.

They sailed along the highway towards Cork each lost in their own thoughts. Brian knew exactly where he wanted to take Justin. There was a little pub that had a terrace overlooking the harbor. They could go there for a beer and a talk. He really did want to talk to this man. They had shared barely more than a few words since they had met, yet Brian knew Justin was special in some primal, visceral way, and he thought Justin felt the same way about him. They needed to get to know each other a bit.

Once they were seated on the terrace and had had a sip of beer, Brian decided he had to begin this process. "Justin," he said and for some reason his hand found the blond's as it lay on the table. He wove his fingers in with the other man's and looked into those blue eyes that seemed to see right into his soul. "I don't know what's happening, but I feel things for you that I never knew I could feel."

Justin's face lit up in a smile that warmed Brian to the core and made the rather gray day seem filled with sunshine. "I've felt something I can't quite explain too," Justin said staring into Brian's hazel eyes. "I've had a few lovers since high school, but nobody has had the effect on me that you have."

"Really?" Brian asked with a sheepish grin. That simple statement meant so much to him. Maybe he wasn't crazy to think that there could be something good between the two of them.

"Really," Justin replied with that same smile.

"I don't know anything about dates or relationships or … love … or any of that shit," Brian said shaking his head.

"Well, I'd say we're on a date right now, and you're doing just fine," Justin smiled.

"I am?"

Justin nodded and squeezed the fingers that were still intertwined with his. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked.

Brian stared into his eyes not really sure what Justin was asking or how to answer that question. "I brought you here because…" Brian hesitated, "because this is one of my favorite places." Brian never revealed anything about what he liked to do to anyone. He could hardly believe that he had said this much to this man.

Justin squeezed his hand again. "Why is it your favorite place?" he asked quietly.

Brian knew he had to tell Justin the rest of it, no, wanted to tell Justin why he loved this place. "I like the sea," he said slowly. "I come here and watch the ships in the harbor and dream about going to faraway places and experiencing new things."

"Why haven't you done that, gone traveling, I mean?"

"I've been … busy," Brian said not sure he should tell Justin what he did with his time. "And I never had anyone to go with. It wouldn't be the same all by myself."

"I understand that," Justin replied. "I don't know if I could have come here if I didn't know anybody. Patricia was nice enough to let me stay with her, but it's lonely without my family and I would have been scared all on my own."

"I don't see you as the scared type," Brian said sincerely.

Justin chuckled. "That's nice of you to say, but I'm a little afraid of crowds and strangers."

"You didn't seem to be afraid of me at Blarney Castle," Brian said. "You came with me without a second thought."

"You're special."

Brian couldn't believe his ears. "I am?"

"Yes, I knew that the minute I laid eyes on you. It was like we were already … friends."

"You felt that too?"

Justin nodded. "We have some kind of special connection. I know we do."

"Why are you afraid of crowds?" Brian asked. It seemed important that he know this.

"I was bashed at my school prom," Justin said softly. Brian could feel the hurt and terror in his words. "I don't usually tell anybody, but … you are special," he added, a little tremor in his voice.

"How could anyone hurt you?" Brian asked running his right hand along the side of Justin's face, his left still linked with Justin's on the table.

Justin clasped Brian's hand as it reached his jaw and pulled the palm over to kiss it. Brian shuddered at the contact of Justin's lips on his skin.

"What's this?" Justin asked looking at Brian's wrist.

"It's a cowry shell bracelet that I bought from a street vendor," Brian said nonchalantly.

"Not the bracelet. This," Justin said pushing the bracelet aside to reveal a tattoo beneath.

Brian started to pull his hand away but Justin hung on and Brian didn't struggle anymore. "It's something from a long time ago."

"Tell me," Justin asked with a look of determination on his face.

"I'm not sure how to explain it," Brian said with a grimace.

"Try. I'll understand."

Brian knew on some inexplicable level that Justin would understand. "Okay," he said slowly. "It's called a triskele. It represents, to me, the three parts of my life."

"So each leg is a part of you?" Justin asked.

Brian nodded. "I saw it in a tattoo shop when I was still a teenager. It appealed to me." He wondered if he should tell Justin about Druid at this point, but decided against it. "It's a Celtic symbol. I'm not really sure what the actual meaning of it is, but when I saw it I thought it could represent my past life, my present life and the life I would like to have."

"And what life would you like to have?" Justin asked.

"You're not going to ask about my past or present?" Brian asked with a raising of his eyebrows.

"Nope. You can tell me that later if you want to. I think what a man wants or dreams says a lot about the kind of man he is, so tell me."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen, why?"

"You seem older, wiser."

"I'm an ancient soul."

"I believe that," Brian said seriously.

"I was kidding," Justin said embarrassed.

"But there's truth in humor, and I feel that you are an ancient soul."

"Are you avoiding telling me about the life you want?" Justin asked wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, I forgot," Brian joked. "I'm in the middle of deciding what exactly that's going to be. I have to make some big changes in my life in the next few days. I do know that I don't want to be alone anymore. I want someone …"

"Someone what?" Justin asked.

"I don't know, just someone."

"To love?" Justin persisted with those wide knowing eyes.

"Maybe."

"I'm available."

Brian choked on his beer. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm available for love, fucking, and anything else that might go along with it."

"Are you crazy? You don't even know me."

"Yes, I do, and I probably am crazy. But I know what I feel and I want you."

"How … how can you be so sure?"

Justin shrugged. "I just am."

"Let's go," Brian said pulling Justin to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Justin asked as Brian pulled him along out of the pub towards his motorcycle.

"I'm going to take you up on the fucking part," Brian stated bluntly.

"Good! My cock's so hard that I can barely stand it. It has been every time I've seen you."

"Mine too. Get on, before I throw you down in the dirt and ravish you right here."

Justin laughed and climbed on the back of the bike. He knew this was right. This was what they both wanted and needed.

They flew along the roads back towards Blarney. Justin wondered where Brian was taking them. They couldn't go to Patricia's and fuck. He hoped Brian realized that. Maybe they were going to Brian's flat. That would be good because Justin wanted to see where he lived. There were so many things about this man that he didn't know. The only thing he knew for sure was that they were meant to be together. He felt it in his bones, in his heart, in his soul.

They zoomed past the entrance to Patricia's house and Justin relaxed a bit. They were surely going to Brian's. But Justin was totally unprepared for what he saw when the bike screeched to a halt.

"What is this place?" Justin asked taking in the faηade of the castle and the sprawling grounds that surrounded it.

"I guess you could call it my home," Brian stated and pulled Justin off the bike. He grabbed his blond's hand and pulled him through the front entrance and up some stairs. They were running by the time they reached a door that Brian unlocked. He shoved Justin inside and slammed the door closed behind him.

Brian ripped at Justin's clothes until the man stood naked before him. He pulled Justin against his body and kissed him so ferociously that Justin thought he might die before Brian let him have a breath. When Brian released him a little bit, he gasped for air and whimpered, "Please."

Brian dropped to his knees and licked Justin's stomach sticking his tongue into Justin's navel and nipping at various spots. Justin could see an aura around Brian when he managed to look down at the man. He radiated power and lust and love. Justin felt the strength of it as he wrapped his fingers in Brian's hair.

When Brian finally took his throbbing cock into his mouth, Justin thought he would pass out. He reached back to find the door mercifully close and he leaned against it as Brian worked his magic. His cock pulsed and leaked under Brian's skilled tongue and lips. Feelings beyond description coursed through his body and he screamed Brian's name as his body ignited and burnt with the intensity of the passion he felt for this man.

Brian grabbed Justin who seemed about to collapse and lifted him up carrying him gently to his bed. He pulled back the covers and laid his blond down. His eyes soaked up every inch of the beautiful body that lay before him. Justin's breaths were still short and raspy but were gradually becoming more normal. Brian quickly got rid of his own clothes and was about to lie down beside Justin, when the blond's eyes fluttered open. "Wait," Justin said. "I want to look at you."

For a few seconds Brian stood still and allowed Justin to study him. "Do I meet with your approval?" he asked as he slid into the bed.

"Most definitely," Justin whispered as his mouth was once again claimed by Brian's.

The kiss lasted so long that Justin lost track of time. He had had a few lovers but no one had ever kissed him like this with such intensity and longing. Brian kissed along his jaw and his neck and his collarbone. His cock was hard already and he needed more. "Please," he begged once again.

Brian rolled him over and used his tongue along Justin's spine. He felt Brian lift up and wondered what was wrong. He turned his head to look questioningly at the man.

"You have a magnificent ass," Brian said with a grin.

"I've been told that it's pretty nice, but it's never been called magnificent before," Justin giggled.

"Well, it is. That is the only possible word to describe it."

"Thank you very much, but what are you planning to do with it other than admire it?"

"I'll show you," Brian said in a husky voice that went straight to Justin's cock.

Brian spread the cheeks of Justin's ass and inserted his tongue. Justin rose up from the bed at the incredible sensation.

"Haven't you been rimmed before?" Brian asked.

"No," Justin gasped.

"Then you're going to love this," Brian declared and got his talented tongue working on Justin's pucker.

Justin had never felt anything like this before. He whimpered and begged and cried out as Brian did incredible things to his ass. When he was a total pile of mush, whimpering and gasping with each stroke of Brian's tongue, Brian suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Justin gasped.

"I want to fuck you. Is that all right?"

"God, yes. Please!"

Brian grinned at him and donned a condom. "Tell me if I hurt you," Brian said seriously. "You're very tight and I do have a big cock."

"I noticed," Justin gasped.

Brian lubed his dick and Justin's hole. As he positioned his cock at the spasming opening, he whispered, "Ready?"

"Yes, now," Justin moaned.

Brian pressed in breaching the first ring of muscle. Justin groaned and Brian stopped. He waited until he felt Justin relax, and then pressed in farther. Justin cried out but reached back to grab Brian's arm to tell him he was all right and wanted more. Brian thrust all the way in and they were joined as one. Brian kissed the back of Justin's neck and waited.

"Please," he heard Justin moan.

He began thrusting and was surprised at how quickly Justin picked up his rhythm and thrust back into each stroke. They pounded against each other until sweat dripped from them and their breathing was ragged and intermittent. Brian felt his orgasm building and reached under Justin to stroke his cock. He wanted his blond to come at the same moment he did.

He felt Justin tense and cry out, "Oh, God, now Brian!"

Brian pulled on Justin's dick and felt it spasm. His own orgasm ripped through him as Justin's hole contracted around his cock. The world exploded in shards of white light and then all was still.

"Are we dead?" Justin managed to ask as he sucked in gasps of air.

"I hope not," Brian groaned. "I want to do that again."

He heard Justin laugh and he rolled off his blond and disposed of the condom. He felt Justin turn over and roll into his body. His arms went around Brian just like they belonged there. And they did.

"I need a little rest first," Justin whispered and closed his eyes.

Brian kissed the top of the blond head and they both drifted off.

 

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