After Brian had been well and truly fucked by a client, Frank came to see him. He wanted Justin to start the next portrait of him. Frank told him the exact pose he had in mind. Brian grinned to himself. Ever since he had coffee with Justin he felt more comfortable around him. He couldn't wait to see Justin's reaction for the next pose. Clad only in a midnight blue silk robe Brian gingerly made his way to where Justin was working. Justin smiled when he saw Brian.

"Hey, handsome." Justin lifted up on his toes and gave Brian a kiss.

"Frank wants you to get started on the second picture of me."

"Oh, ok."

Brian led him by the hand into one of the rooms.

"Frank already told me what he wanted for the second pose."

While Justin was grabbing up his camera and sketchpad Brian dropped his robe and positioned himself on the white leather sofa. Justin let out a soft gasp when he saw Brian. Brian was kneeling on the sofa facing away from him, with his knees spread apart. His back was arched and his ass was thrust out exposing his open, well fucked hole. Justin had to bite his lip to keep from cumming in his pants right then and there. Brian smirked when he heard Justin's gasp. He teasingly wiggled his ass.

Justin cleared his throat. "It's not nice to tease."

Brian just chuckled. Justin noticed the small orange that was tattooed on the right cheek of Brian's ass.

"So that's where the elusive orange has been hiding."

"Like it?"

"Yeah, it suits you, makes me want to take a bite."

Brian groaned, "Now who's teasing?"

Justin's dick was so hard seeing Brian's open and exposed hole. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to fuck him right there on the spot but he knew that now was not the time. Justin took some great closeups of the man's pink pucker. Brian could hear Justin sketching.

"The other night I was listening to the radio and I heard this interesting dedication."

Justin flushed feeling embarrassed; he couldn't believe that Brian had been listening that night.

"No one's ever done anything like that for me. It was so romantic."

"Well, everyone deserves a little romance in their life. I really didn't think you'd be listening."

"I'm glad I was."

"God, Brian, do you know how beautiful you are?"

Brian shrugged a little. "Everyone tells me that. After a while it really doesn't mean anything to me cuz I hear it so much."

"I'm done with the sketch."

Brian climbed off the sofa and slipped his robe back on. He went to Justin to look at the sketch. Brian couldn't help but smile. Justin looked like he was two seconds away from shooting his load. He leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Later."

"Yeah, later."

As soon as Justin was sure Brian was out of sight he raced down the hall to the bathroom. He threw himself into a stall and slammed the door. Justin pulled out his achingly hard cock that was leaking precum profusely. He gritted his teeth and fisted his cock roughly. Justin braced himself against the door. He knew it was going to be a gusher. He stifled his scream the best he could as he began to shoot. He hit his head on the back of the door from the sheer force of his orgasm. Stream after stream of cum pumped from his pulsing cock. As the last trickle dribbled down his knuckles he slumped against the door totally drained and panting. When he felt he could move again he straightened his clothes and washed his hands. When Justin went to retrieve his bag he found a long stemmed orange rose on top of it. Justin picked up the rose lovingly. Without a doubt he knew the rose was from Brian.

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Brian was blindfolded, handcuffed to the bed and currently getting fucked into the mattress. The trick sure had stamina. Brian had already come once and he could feel his next orgasm approaching fast. As he shot his second load he heard the trick grunt and drop a heavy load into the condom. He felt the trick withdraw. Brian expected to be set free anytime now, but that didn't happen. He suddenly heard loud snores next to him. 'Oh, this is fucking perfect!' he thought. Brian awkwardly nudged the trick with his leg.

"Hey buddy, wake the fuck up and get these cuffs off," he yelled.

The trick went on snoring. Brian kicked him harder but to no avail. He then realized the guy must be in a drug induced sleep and would be impossible to wake. That would account for the stamina and the massive load the guy shot up his ass. Brian tried to lay there calmly hoping someone might look in on him. His wrists and arms were starting to hurt, also he was sticky, sweaty and downright uncomfortable. The longer he waited, the more panicked he became. He couldn't remember if there were any guys "working" on this floor or not. If he started screaming for help would anyone hear him or care?

Just then he remembered Justin was working on the mural on this floor but he always had headphones on to tune out the fucking. The blindfold grew wet as he wept in despair. Then to add insult to injury after being fucked up the ass forever and a day he really needed to use the bathroom. He screamed for help in hopes of being heard.

Justin was in mid brushstroke when he thought he heard something. He pulled off his headphones and heard Brian screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Help! Somebody fucking help me. Please!"

Justin dropped his paint brush and ran down the hall. The fear in Brian's voice sent chills down his spine. Horrible images danced through his head of Brian being hurt or worse. Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. Justin rushed over to the bed and pulled off the blindfold.

"I'm here, Brian. Everything's ok. Are you hurt?"

Brian shook his head. "Get me out of these."

Justin looked around for the key but didn't see one anywhere.

"Brian, where's the key?"

"What?" Brian gasped, frantically looking towards the nightstand. When he didn't see the key, that was enough to touch off an asthma attack. He began wheezing and that scared Justin even more.

"Brian, shhh, try to stay calm. It's got to be here."

Justin searched the floor and patted under the bed. His fingers grazed the key. Justin snatched it up.

"I got it, baby, relax. I found the key."

Justin quickly undid the cuffs and he helped Brian to sit up. He knew an asthma attack when he heard one. He had suffered with asthma when he was a kid.

"Brian, do you have any medicine with you?"

Brian nodded as he fought to pull in air through his constricted lungs. His deviated septum wasn't helping matters any.

"Where?"

"Bomber… jacket."

Justin raced for the door and yelled to one of the hustlers to bring Brian's bomber jacket to him quick. Justin pulled a robe around Brian to cover his naked body. He knelt before him making Brian look into his eyes. Justin took one of his limp hands and placed it on his own chest.

"Brian, listen to me. You have to try to calm down. Try to match your breathing with mine."

Justin reached up and caressed Brian's hair and rubbed his back. It worked a bit; Brian was starting to calm down. The hustler finally arrived with Brian's jacket but there were many pockets. Brian reached for an inside pocket and pulled out his inhaler. Justin sighed in relief when Brian's wheezing was brought under control. Brian cinched the knot on his robe and hurried into the bathroom. Justin wanted to fucking kill the trick for this mess. He still slept on oblivious to the whole drama. Justin decided to make himself useful and retrieve Brian's street clothes for him. He knew Brian kept an extra set of street clothes here. When he returned, he knocked softly on the bathroom door.

"Hey, baby, are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"I got your street clothes. I'm just going to shove them in."

Justin opened the door a bit and shoved them inside. Then he retreated wanting to give him his privacy. Not long after Brian emerged fully dressed and only a little worse for wear. Justin pulled him into his arms and held him tight.

"Thank you for saving me," Brian murmured against his ear.

Justin led him out of the room, wanting to distance him from the place that held him captive.

"How long were you trapped like that?"

"I don't know, felt like forever. I've been cuffed, tied up, you name it, but that's never happened before."

"I think you should go home and rest. You've had a hard day. I don't think you should be left alone though. Is there anyone who can stay with you?"

The only person who would be willing to sit with him was Trix, but what he really wanted now was Justin. Brian whispered in a little boy voice, "Would you stay with me?"

Justin smiled lovingly at him. "I thought you'd never ask." Justin noticed that Brian's wrists were all red and chafed even bleeding in some areas. "Do you want to fix up your wrists here or at your place?"

"I just want to go home."

"Ok."

Justin kept his fingers laced with Brian's, not letting him go for one second. Outside Justin hailed a cab and Brian gave his address. In the back of the cab Brian snuggled into Justin's arms.

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Brian unlocked the door to his apartment and let Justin in. He almost instantly regretted it when he saw that he had left out his still half put together model car. He hadn't been expecting visitors. Brian just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Hadn't he suffered enough embarrassment for one day?

"Let's get your wrists taken care of. So, you have any salve?"

Brian nodded and pointed the way to the bathroom. Since Justin had no doubt seen the toy car he didn't bother to hide it. The place reeked of the strong glue anyway.

When Justin came back, he saw Brian doing a line of coke. He didn't comment on it. With the day Brian had, maybe it would make him feel better. Justin sat Brian down on the couch and tended to his hurt wrists. Brian only flinched slightly. Justin was starting to be able to read Brian's moods and he could tell he was embarrassed about something. There were so many choices to pick from he didn't know where to start. He figured the best thing would be to try to find out, if it didn't upset him more.

"What's wrong Brian? I know you've had a hard day but I can tell you're upset again."

Brian glanced towards the kitchen table. Justin looked to see what he was looking at. He got up and went over to the table.

"This?" Justin looked at the little car skeptically. "I hate to tell ya, Brian, but everyone has hobbies." Justin went back to snuggle up to Brian. "I think it's kinda cool."

Brian snorted his disbelief.

"Will it make you feel better if I tell you one of my embarrassing hobbies?"

Brian looked at Justin with interest and arched a brow.

"Well, it's more of a quirk than a hobby. Every year on the fourth of July I roll all my loose change for the year. The banktellers look at me like I'm crazy when I bring in like forty dollars worth all at once. There, now you have some dirt on me."

"Why the fourth of July?"

"Oh well, I guess it's the whole money equals freedom and independence thing."

"Oh, you are weird."

Justin nudged his shoulder. "Hey!"

Brian smiled, "But I think I love you anyway."

Justin pulled him into a deep kiss. "I think I love you too. Now I think you should go lay down and get some rest."

"Would you lay down with me?"

"Sure."

Brian led him into his modest bedroom. He shucked off his clothes and crawled under the soft duvet. Justin kicked off his shoes but left his clothes on. He flopped down on top of the duvet so there was a little buffer between them. Brian curled around him like a big cat, his head resting on Justin's chest. Justin started stroking his hair softly and Brian all but purred in his sleep. His hair smelled like citrus. As Justin continued to stroke Brian's hair, his hand brushed against his ear. Justin frowned and brushed Brain's hair aside for closer examination. The very tip of his ear was gone. Someone had hurt Brain. It looked like an old wound. He arranged Brian's hair again to cover it. Justin figured that was just another thing Brain would be embarrassed about if he knew Justin had seen it. Justin hoped that Brian would be comfortable enough around him to share his hobbies, hopes and dreams. He would never hurt this kind and gentle man.

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When Brian awoke it was morning. He couldn't believe he had slept so long. He smiled when he remembered Justin was there with him in his bed. Brian lifted himself up on one arm and watched his blonde angel sleep. Justin automatically curled against Brain's warm body. He sighed and smiled in his sleep. Brian wished they could lay like this forever; it was nice. Justin's eyelids fluttered open. He smiled when he caught Brian staring at him.

"Did you sleep ok?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever slept so well."

"How come you slept in your clothes?"

Justin looked down at his now wrinkled clothes. "Um, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Brian smiled, "No one's ever been so considerate of my needs before; it's nice. Speaking of needs…."

Brian ran his hand over Justin's morning hard on. "I can take care of that for you."

Justin groaned and arched into Brian's hand that was fondling him. He looked at the clock and sighed disappointedly.

"I would love to start something with you but I have a morning class that I can't miss. I have a test in art history."

Brian leaned in and kissed his pink lips. "How about a quick shower? Come on; I know you're hot for my body."

"Geez, you woke up on the frisky side of the bed this morning. I like it. Ok, you're on. You have half an hour."

"Plenty of time."

They got up and headed for the bathroom. They both used the toilet. Brian got the shower started. When he saw Justin start to undress he stopped him.

"I want to unwrap you."

Justin giggled and let his hands fall to his sides. Brian lifted his shirt off of him. He undid Justin's jeans and slowly pulled them down. Justin stepped free of them. Brian slipped his hand inside Justin's briefs giving him a playful squeeze. Soon Justin was standing naked before him. A slight blush colored his cheeks.

"You've got an amazing body." Brian pulled him under the spray of the shower. "And the most perfect ass I ever saw." Brian reached around to give Justin's ass a firm squeeze.

Justin moaned, "This is a nice change; for once you're pursuing me. Mmm, maybe I'm still dreaming?"

Brian ground their slippery cocks together. "It's no dream."

They soaped each other up with expensive French soap. They caressed and stroked each other while washing, finding and memorizing those special places to apply for later use. Brian washed Justin's long hair with his citrus shampoo. He loved to tangle his fingers in the long locks. Brian backed Justin up against the slick tiles and kissed him hungrily, plundering with his tongue in Justin's sweet mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of Justin. Justin tried to open his legs as much as possible in the cramped shower stall. Justin's mouth fell open as soon as he felt Brian's lips playing along the tip of his cock. He gripped what he could of Brian's hair. Brian twirled his tongue around the tip then dove down Justin's shaft making him mewl and pant. Brain slowly drew his mouth up Justin's shaft creating just the right amount of suction. He fondled Justin's full balls, caressing them against his palm. Brian stiffened his tongue and began to fuck Justin's piss slit. Justin couldn't hold back his screams of pleasure. Brian let one of his long fingers press against Justin's hole.

"No!"

Startled Brian let Justin go. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Just suck me off, please."

Brian dove hungrily onto Justin's cock sucking, licking and stroking. Justin knew he was getting close. He squeezed Brain's shoulders warning him.

"Brian!" Justin panted.

Brian swallowed rapidly as his mouth filled with Justin sweet goodness. Justin was young and definitely full of cum. Some of Justin's cum ran out of the corner of Brian's mouth. Justin pulled Brian to his feet and kissed him hungrily, tasting himself. They dried each other off. Justin quickly dressed keeping an eye on the time. When they wandered out to the kitchen Brian tossed him a green apple.

"I can't send you to school on an empty stomach, especially when you gave me breakfast."

Justin laughed, "You don't have to feed me, Brian."

Brian lost a bit of his confidence. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No, what did you have in mind?"

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes."

"I've never been on a date before. I'd love to." Justin smiled at Brian's nervousness.

"Then I thought we could go to one of the clubs. Do you like to dance?"

"I happen to love to dance."

"Great, I'll make the arrangements. Where do you want to meet?"

"How about you call me with the details and I'll meet you at the restaurant." Justin jotted down his cell phone number. Then he pulled Brian in for one last kiss. "I'm looking forward to tonight."

"Me too, good luck on your test."

Justin smiled and was out the door feeling refreshed and somewhat giddy to have a date.

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Justin dressed carefully for his date. Brian had gotten a reservation at Tavern on the Green and then they were going to go to a dance club. Justin chose a pair of light gray pants that accentuated his ass and a light blue shirt that clung to him in all the right places. Underneath his shirt he hid a surprise for Brian that would appear later in the evening.

When Justin arrived at the restaurant and was shown to his table Brian was already there. The man looked like a nervous wreck. Brian looked devastatingly handsome in a red shirt and black pants. Justin gave him a quick kiss hello. Brian stood and pulled out his chair for him.

"Were you worried I wouldn't show?"

"Not… too… much."

"Have you ever gone out on a date?" Justin inquired.

"A few times."

"Oh." Justin tried not to look disappointed.

Brian quickly changed the subject. "So how did your test go?"

"Um, it went well I think."

"That's great."

The waiter came and Justin let Brian select the wine. Brian ordered filet minion while Justin ordered lamb stew with oranges and rosemary. They made small talk till their food arrived.

"So what club are you taking me to?"

"Club Triangle, have you been there before?"

"No."

"It's a pretty cool place, the music is great."

"Sadly I don't get out much. I go to school, study and I paint. My best friend, Karen, every once in a while drags me out to a movie or something."

"That must be nice," Brian said wistfully.

"What?"

"To have a friend to go out with."

"You don't have friends?"

"Not really, no. I don't trust people enough to let them get too close."

Thankfully their meal came and they ate in relative silence. They cast glances at each other. They both had smiles on their faces. Brian stole bits of Justin's oranges and he pretended to be outraged. Brian offered some of his steak as a peace offering. Brian liked his steak rare and it made Justin queasy just to look at it. Justin ordered a chocolate cake in a cherry sauce. He tempted Brian with it and they ended up feeding each other bites of cake. Brian insisted on paying for dinner and left a generous tip.

They got a taxi that dropped them off at the club. There was a bit of a hassle at the door. Justin was only nineteen but looked younger, and they didn't want to let him in. But because he was with Brian he was let in.

"See this is why I don't go out," Justin huffed.

"Forget it. Let's just have a good time."

Brian pulled him onto the dance floor and into his arms. They held each other close, off in their own little world where only they existed. Hands caressed each other's body. Justin twined his hand in Brian's hair, their foreheads touched and they shared the same air which made it all the more erotic. Justin couldn't stop rubbing up against Brian. Whether it was his leg or his groin, he ground himself into Brian and Brian responded. They danced as many dances as they could before they had to leave or fuck right there on the dance floor.

"My place or yours?" Justin panted.

"Mine."

Brian took him by the hand and they left. How they got to Brian's apartment and through the door without exploding from the sexual tension is still a mystery. Justin tried to control himself, he really did, but he wanted Brian so much. He'd wanted him from the very start.

Justin growled, "I'm going to fuck you all night long. I'm going to fuck you at a gallop till your legs buckle and your eyes roll up in your head."

"Sounds good to me."

Brian kissed him hungrily. They pulled and ripped at each others clothes till they were naked. Brian discovered Justin's little surprise. Justin was wearing a gold belly chain with a small orange charm attached to it. Justin had borrowed the orange charm from Karen earlier in the day. Brian fingered the delicate chain.

"Do you like it?"

"Fuck, yeah, it's hot."

Justin pushed Brian down on the bed. "I'm hungry for a certain orange."

Justin rolled Brian over onto his stomach and placed a pillow underneath him. He kissed and licked his way down Brian's back trying to calm himself a bit so he wouldn't cum quick like an inexperienced kid.

"Fuck, you even taste like oranges."

"Orange lotion," Brian murmured.

"I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with oranges."

Brian just laughed. Justin couldn't wait any longer. He wanted his orange treat. He traced the orange tattoo with his tongue then gave it a broad lick. He licked it over and over, and then he began to nip, bite and lick it. Brian was moaning deep in his throat and grinding his cock into the pillow underneath him for some relief.

"Jusstin, please!"

Justin moved them around to a new position. Justin laid there while Brian squatted over him. Justin rimmed him and ate out his ass while Brian sucked him. Justin couldn't get enough of Brian's ass. The deeper he went the harder Brian sucked. They both shot hot streams of cum at the same time. As Brian lay there panting he couldn't help but wiggle a bit. He'd been tongue fucked but he needed more. He wanted Justin's dick up inside him.

Justin rolled on top of him. "I hope you can handle a horny teenager."

"I'm all yours."

Justin was already halfway hard. He jammed two fingers up Brian's ass and began finger fucking him. After a while he held his fingers still and let Brian buck on them. The sight was turning Justin on even more. He was almost ready for another go. Brian passed him a condom. Predictably it was orange and glowed slightly in the darkened room. Justin handed it back to Brian.

"Put it on my dick."

Brian tore the wrapper open and put the condom in his mouth. He crooked a finger at Justin. Justin straddled him while he put the condom on only using his mouth. Justin settled back between Brian's legs. Brian pulled his long legs up exposing his wet and ready hole. Justin entered him in one long smooth thrust. His mouth fell open and he moaned loudly.

"Urghh ahhh, fuck, you're so tight. How come you're still so tight?"

"For a whore you mean."

Justin had to stay still for a minute to let Brian adjust and for him too. Brian was virgin tight. "I don't think of you as a whore."

"There's a trade secret among the whores to keeping tight. Maybe I'll tell ya sometime."

Brian pushed into him letting him know he was ready. Justin held Brian's ankles up and out. He started off with a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out. His belly chain was swaying slightly and glimmering. He was in no hurry; he wanted this to last. Justin let Brain's long legs lock around his back. He leaned in and captured Brian's lips in a kiss.

"Ahh, Justin, you feel so good."

Justin made sure on the withdrawal that his cock grazed Brian's prostate. Justin grasped Brian's hard cock and started stroking it in time with his slow thrusts. Brian bucked harder against him.

"More!"

Justin angled and swiveled his hips, thrusting even deeper than before. He stroked Brian's shaft a little faster. When Brian was on the verge of cumming he pressed in just the right place to kill the urge. Justin never took his eyes off Brian as he fucked him. He varied the speed and intensity. He brought Brian to the edge five more times. Brian was writhing, panting and begging to cum. Justin grabbed one of Brian's hands and their fingers laced together. He pounded into Brian and then they were both screaming their release.

Brian's legs dropped to the bed. As soon as Justin was able to pull out he slumped over onto Brian's chest. Brian rolled him off and removed the condom for him. Justin just laid there in a post sex daze. Brian got up and went to use the bathroom. When he came back he had a warm rag to clean Justin up. Justin was already asleep. Brian tried not to wake him as he washed him. He crawled back in bed and curled around Justin. Brian smiled to himself. That was some of the best sex he'd ever had. Justin was a little sex kitten in bed and it made him like him all the more.

Sometime in the middle of the night they woke up and found themselves fucking again. When morning came it was Justin who woke Brian with a morning blowjob. Brian moaned softly, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled when he saw a blonde head bobbing between his legs. Brian arched his back and fed more of his cock to Justin. He tangled his fingers into the long blonde locks. He guided Justin's head showing him what he liked. Really Justin didn't need the instruction, he was quite the cocksucker and had Brian cumming in no time.

"Mmm what a great way to wake up." Brian couldn't hide the silly grin on his face.

"Last night was amazing. I'm not talking about the sex, all of it, dinner and dancing, ok, and the fucking. I had a wonderful time and I wanted to thank you for making my first date so special."

Brian pulled him into his arms. "I'm glad and I hope we can do this again and again and again, the dating."

Justin laughed and hit his shoulder. They showered together and once again it was Brian's turn to get a high protein breakfast.

"So I'll see you later at the Quoin?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

Justin pulled him in for a kiss and then was on his way. After Justin left Brian noticed his answering machine was blinking. He played the message and groaned. He couldn't believe his bad luck. A client in Istanbul was requesting his services. He very rarely got calls to go out of the country anymore because of his advanced age of twenty-nine. As he packed a small carry-on bag he called Frank to check in and let him know what was happening. He'd be in Istanbul for a couple days then he'd be back. He asked Frank to give Justin a message for him. Brian hoped Justin would understand. It was just business after all.

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Justin was smiling brightly when he entered the Quoin. Frank came out of his office and gestured for Justin to join him in the sitting lounge.

"What's up, Frank?"

"Brian wanted me to give you a message."

Justin's smile faltered a bit. "What?"

"He's in Istanbul and he'll be there for a few days. A client specially requested him."

"Oh, I see."

"He told me to tell you he'll see you when he gets back and that he'll miss you."

"Thank you, Frank, for the message."

"Look, kid, don't take it too hard. It's just business. I've never seen Brian so happy before. He likes you."

"Yeah, uh, Frank, would you mind if I take the day off. I'm kinda tired."

"Sure, no problem."

Justin willed himself not to cry. He wasn't going to act like some silly little broken- hearted fag. Brian wasn't his boyfriend. They had one date, they fucked, that was it. As he walked down the street he angrily brushed the tears away. He must have been crazy to get involved with Brian. He didn't know if he could live like this, having to share Brian with his clients. It wasn't the clients at the Quoin that bothered him; really it was him being called away to a different country. It shouldn't make any difference; a fuck was a fuck no matter where.

Justin didn't want to think about it so he sought solace and comfort at the Met museum and just tried to forget for a while the troubles of life.

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