Everlasting Coq
Part 6
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Brian and Justin saw each other nearly everyday. More often than not Brian would sleep over. Justin had to smile as he noticed more of Brian's stuff make its presence known in his home. Brian's discarded sweater laying on the couch, a book on the coffee table and the most telling object of them all, Brian's orange toothbrush standing next to his blue one. Their relationship couldn't be better. Most importantly they knew when the other needed some space. Justin was working on his final project of the semester. It was a big one and he would be graded heavily on it. His radio played softly in the background.
With any new project he started, he was nervous and excited, full of ideas and false starts. Beginning was always half the battle and satisfaction was the ultimate goal. As he tentatively mapped out what he was going to do in his sketch pad he thought of Brian and what he was likely doing right now. His pencil hovered over his sketchpad when his ears perked up. He turned up the volume on his radio.
"I'd like to, um, dedicate this song to my lover. He's my everything."
Justin smiled and wiped at his eyes as he held his breath waiting to hear the song Brian chose for him. He listened intently to the lyrics of 'Hero' by Enrique Iglesias which began to play. In that moment he decided it was time; there would be no more waiting. Tonight he'd give himself freely to Brian. He waited for the song to finish before he dashed out of the loft.
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Brian was sitting at the kitchen table working on his model car. He loved putting them together and usually had the patience to erect his classic cars. Tonight was another matter. The bumper of his Vette was being stubborn. Every time he took his eyes off it, it threatened to fall off. Brian looked up when he heard the knock at the door. He sighed in frustration as he distinctly heard the bumper hit the table. Brian got up and wiped his hands off on his jeans as he went to answer the door. Justin was standing in the doorway absolutely beaming. He held a long stemmed red rose in his hand.
"Justin."
When Brian had opened the door his breath caught. The man looked absolutely beautiful even if he was just wearing low riding jeans and a wifebeater. He held out the rose for Brian to take.
"Brian, you are my hero," Justin whispered as he shut the door behind them. He took Brian's hand in his and pulled him close. Brian held the rose to his nose inhaling its scent. He slightly blushed at Justin's words. "I want you to take away the pain of my first time and help me make better memories. I want you to make love to me, Brian. I think it's time."
"Are you sure? I can wait for as long as you need."
Justin shrugged off his jacket tossing it on a chair. "I'm sure. I need to do this. I want to do this." Justin looked down at his feet. "I'm scared but I trust that you'll make everything ok."
Brian drew him into his arms and lifted his chin so he could look into Justin's eyes. He huffed a laugh. "Geez, are you trying to give me performance anxiety?"
Justin smiled and giggled while he ground up against Brian already feeling the older man start to harden. "Not a chance."
Brian led Justin into his bedroom. They undressed each other slowly, kissing and caressing as they went.
"Lay down on your stomach," Brian murmured.
While Justin lay down in the middle of the bed Brian took out a candle and lit it. Justin could smell the vanilla as it filled the room. Justin felt the bed shift under Brian's weight. Brian settled himself on the backs of Justin's thighs. He noticed Justin flinched when he heard the cap click open.
"Easy, you're ok. You're safe here."
Brian warmed the oil in his hands then starting at Justin's shoulders, he massaged the tight muscles. Justin couldn't name the spicy sweet scent of the oil but it was very pleasing to the senses.
"Relax," Brian murmured.
Justin let out a small puff of air and let go. Brian continued to massage Justin's back. His large hands wandered down and palmed Justin's firm ass. Justin sighed as his twitching muscles relaxed.
"Don't you dare fall asleep."
Justin giggled into the pillow. Brian turned him over and gazed into the twinkling blue orbs. He leaned in for a sweet kiss that went on and on. Brain grabbed up a condom and lube. His motions weren't hurried. He didn't want to startle Justin by going too fast or doing something unexpected.
"I want you to tell me if you want to stop or you get uncomfortable, ok?"
Justin nodded quietly. Brian stroked on a condom then lubed his fingers. He warmed the lube first so Justin would be more comfortable. As he pressed a finger into Justin's hole the little gasp he heard went straight to his cock. He worked his finger in and out of Justin then added two fingers. Brian angled and curled his fingers brushing against that little bundle of nerves. Justin cried out panting for breath.
"Ready?"
"Yes, want you inside now!"
He lifted Justin's legs over his shoulders. Brian positioned his cock at Justin's entrance and started to push inside. Justin cried out, wincing. Brian placed his hand on his chest, stroking him.
"Easy, don't tense up."
"It hurts," Justin whimpered.
"I know, baby. Want me to stop?"
"No."
"Ok, take a deep breath and push down."
Justin took a gasping breath and did as instructed. Brian pushed until the head of his cock was past the first ring. Brian saw a tear slide down Justin's cheek. He hated to cause Justin pain. He thumbed away the tear.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, just take it slow."
Inch by inch he entered Justin, stopping when the pain got too much for Justin. Finally Brian was all the way in. He cradled Justin in his arms and held as still as he could while Justin adjusted to the fullness. Brian felt Justin wiggle underneath him. When he looked Justin gave him the most amazing smile. He began to thrust in long slow strokes. Justin bucked back confidently. Brian groaned as he moved within Justin. Justin was very tight and his muscles had an almost painful grip on his cock. Justin's ankles were locked around his neck.
Brian leaned forward and picked up the pace he needed to cum soon. He placed little love bites on Justin's shoulder causing the blonde to whimper. Justin's dick was trapped between their stomachs and the friction was building. He gripped Justin's hand in his lacing their fingers together. Brian swiveled and wiggled his hips and then it was all over. Justin screamed as he released his hot cum in long spurts between them. His muscles clamped down on Brian sending him racing towards his own orgasm.
Brian threw his head back. "Fuck, Jussss!"
Brian pumped a hot heavy load into the condom. He felt as if his balls were being wrung of every drop of cum he possessed. Suddenly he froze above Justin. His eyes went wide.
"Brian, what's wrong?" Justin panted.
"The condom… broke."
Brian's face had gone ashen. Justin stared up at him, his eyes widening in shock. A tear formed in the corner of his eye. Brian pulled out as carefully as he could. He stripped off the defective condom tossing it aside. Brian bolted for the bathroom where he was violently ill. Justin huddled on the bed for a moment. He could feel some of Brian's cum trickle out of him. He pushed all his fears aside and went to take care of Brain. Justin rubbed soothing circles on his back. When Brian turned in his arms he was pale and shaking. Brian hugged Justin there on the bathroom floor.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Brian whimpered.
Justin held him in his arms rocking him gently. "It happens; it's not your fault. I don't blame you."
Brian pulled slightly away and searched Justin's face. "I'll never forgive myself if…" Brian couldn't even finish the sentence.
Justin pulled Brian up off the bathroom floor and back to bed. They curled around each other holding each other tight.
"I was negative the last time I got tested."
"Just try to get some sleep; we can deal with it in the morning," Justin said soothingly.
"I wouldn't blame you if you hated me."
Justin sighed. "I don't hate you." Justin absently stroked his hair as Brian fell into a fitful sleep. Justin was kept awake by the fact that Brian could have infected him. In Brian's line of work the risks were high. He silently cursed fate, God and the powers that be that this had to happen the first time Brian made love to him. Brian had been so patient and gentle with him. Now their love making was slightly tainted with the fear of disease.
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Brian woke in Justin's arms. "Hey." One look at Justin and he knew he hadn't slept.
"Morning, Brian."
"You didn't sleep at all, did you?"
Justin shook his head. "I couldn't, my mind was just too busy."
"We need to get tested," Brian whispered.
"I know," Justin said tiredly. "It'll have to wait till later. I've got class."
Brian rubbed Justin's shoulder. "Baby, you're exhausted."
"It'll take my mind off everything, hopefully."
Justin got out of bed and dressed in the same clothes from the night before. Brian looked down at his hands in his lap.
"Justin, are we ok? I mean really…"
Justin looked over at Brian. The man looked like a little boy who lost something very dear to him. Justin went to Brian's side and lifted his chin.
"We're more than ok. We'll deal with this together." Justin kissed him softly on the lips. "I have to get to class. Don't sit here all day blaming yourself. My class is done at three. We'll go to the clinic then. I think Karen is working today. You'll get to meet her."
Brian tugged at his wrist. "What about breakfast? You need to eat."
Justin shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
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Justin had enough time to make it back to his loft to take a quick shower and change his clothes before heading to class. When he got to the lecture hall there was a note on the door stating that all classes for the day were canceled. Justin leaned against the door in exhausted relief. He didn't think he could have concentrated on the lecture anyway. With his day now opened up he could have gone back to Brian's and the impending clinic but he just didn't feel up to it yet. Justin wandered into the park and found a semi secluded place. He plopped down under a tree and finally released his emotions. He curled up into a ball and began to cry. The way Brian took it so hard and blamed himself, he hadn't wanted to cry in front of him. His body shook with heart wrenching sobs.
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Brian threw on his low slung jeans and a well fitting t. He knew what he had to do. He wasted no time getting to the Quoin. Brian sat in Frank's office slumped in a chair.
"Brian, you don't look too good. What's up?"
"Frank, I wanted to thank you for letting me work here. You were a life saver. I wish I could have given you more of a notice. I can't work here anymore. I'm sorry but I quit."
Frank frowned. "Can't you at least tell me what this is about?"
Brian shook his head. "It's personal; I got Justin now to think about."
Frank nodded in understanding. "You do what you got to do. Take care of Justin; he's good for you."
Brian's voice cracked, "The best."
"What will you do now?"
Brian shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I'll figure out something."
"Brian, I like you. You're a good kid. If you need help with money or anything you know where to find me."
Brian smiled slightly. "Thanks, I hope it won't come to that."
Brian wandered the city streets with no real destination in mind. He was very worried about Justin, and his future. The Quoin was all he knew. He had enough money to sustain him for a while but he would have to figure something out soon. He found himself outside Trixie's place. Right now more than anything he needed a friend. He considered Trix his friend. Brian knocked on her door around noon. She came to the door half awake and sleep rumpled. It was obvious she had had a late night. Her ruby hair was standing up at sharp angles. Brian couldn't help the grin that curved his lips. In the three years that they had known each other he'd never seen this side of her.
She glared back at him. "So happy I could amuse. What are you doing here this time of day?"
She let him in then flopped back on the couch getting comfortable. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes trying to wake up. Brian sat in a chair facing her. "My life just got a lot more complicated, Trix. I need help."
Trix could hear the slight waver in his voice. She looked into his soulful hazel eyes and saw them shimmer with unshed tears. She ran a hand through her hair. "How can I help?"
"I quit working at the Quoin today. I'm a risk to Justin. I may have already infected him. I can't do that to him. He has his whole life ahead of him. The condom broke last night." Brian's shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.
Trixie's green eye's filled with pain for her friend. She patted a spot next to her. He sat next to her and she pulled him into a hug. She rubbed his back. "Have you been tested yet?"
"We're supposed to go later today."
"How's Justin doing?"
Brian shrugged helplessly. "I think he's scared but he hasn't said anything to me. God, he was comforting me for fuck's sake."
"The waiting is the hardest part."
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to move in so I can be near him. Most of my stuff is already there," he laughed. "I need a job but who is going to hire a whore. That's all I've done for far too many years."
Trix drummed her fingers on the back of the couch. "Let me think, I've got a few connections. There has to be something."
Brian looked at her hopefully. "You think you could help me?"
"Yeah, anything for you Brian."
"It has to be legal."
Trix slapped his shoulder. "Of course it will. Oh wait, I got it!" Trix jumped up and headed for a box of papers. She began rifling through them. "Aha, here it is Perfection!"
Brian smiled. "Care to elaborate?"
She brought the file folder over to him. "Perfection is a semi new modeling agency. They're looking for models. The pay is fairly good. It's right up your alley; you'd be perfect."
"Uh Trix, are you out of your fucking mind? I don't know anything about the modeling world."
"You don't have to. All you have to do is stand there and look pretty, walk around, pose. It's the best I can offer."
Brian shook his head. "I'll have to think about it." Brian arched a brow. "If, and that is a big if, I do this, how would I go about it?"
"Well, first you're going to need a portfolio. I can take the pictures, set it all up for you. You're going to need an agent. Just your luck, I'm free," she said grinning.
"What on earth makes you think I can model?"
Trix rolled her eyes. "Oh please, have you looked in the mirror. That body is centerfold material."
"I'll have to think about it, talk it over with Justin."
"Well I wouldn't wait too long. In three weeks there is a big runway show. They need bodies and you've got the best looking one around."
Brain leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Flattery will get you no wear."
Trix smiled. "Yeah I know. Now go, I'm sure Justin needs you. Call me if you seriously want to do this."
"I will."
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Justin wasn't home very long before Brian came over. Brian took in Justin's appearance and noted Justin's red rimmed eyes. He had to have been crying. Brian felt an icy cold lump in his stomach. He drew Justin into his arms and held him. Justin sighed and breathed in Brian's scent.
"How was your day?" Brian murmured against his ear.
"It sucked."
"Not in a good way?"
"Most definitely not. I need to lie down. I'm tired, just for an hour or so, then we can go to the clinic."
Brian led Justin over to the bedroom. "Whatever you need, I'm here."
Justin settled down on the bed. Brian removed his shoes then his own. He crawled in bed next to Justin. He held Justin just as Justin had held him the night before. Justin dropped off to sleep in Brian's arms. Brian buried his nose in Justin's long silky hair. He rubbed Justin's back in small circles, comforting Justin as well as himself. Brian marveled at how young Justin looked when he was asleep. He prayed that Justin would be ok.
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A few hours later Brian jerked awake. Sometime during his vigil he had nodded off. Brian leaned down and kissed Justin's warm parted lips. Justin's eyes fluttered sleepily open.
"We both fell asleep," Brian whispered.
"What time is it?"
Brian looked across the room. "A little after five."
"Fuck, we better get going if were going to do this today."
Justin smoothed out his rumpled clothes and grabbed up his shoes. They didn't want to deal with the crowds so they hailed a taxi to take them to the clinic. The trip was made in silence. Justin held Brian's hand the whole way. It comforted him knowing he wasn't alone. He couldn't imagine going through this alone.
Justin's best friend worked at the clinic. She had struggled to become a nurse. In Justin's opinion she was one of the best. When they entered the small clinic Justin didn't let go of Brian's hand even when he signed them in. They didn't even have time to sit down when Karen came out from the back.
"Justin, what are you doing here?"
"Hey, Karen, uh, this is Brian. Brian, Karen, my best friend." Justin lowered his voice. "We need to get tested."
Karen tilted her head to the side. "The both of you? Your six months aren't up yet." She suddenly fell silent knowing something was terribly wrong. "You both can come back. Justin you're in exam one, Brian exam three." She followed Justin into the exam room. "What happened?"
"The condom broke."
She pulled her friend into a hug. "You ok?"
"I'm scared. Let's get this over with. Don't you dare start. The last thing I need is to start crying."
Karen busied herself with getting the supplies. She pulled out a swab. Justin opened his mouth and she swabbed the inside of his cheek.
"Can I go see how Brian is doing?"
"Sure."
Justin knocked lightly then entered room three. He averted his eyes from the blood being extracted from Brian's arm.
"Ahhh, fuck, how much more do you need?"
"Just one more vial, Mr. Kinney."
"Justin, what's wrong?"
Justin went over and stood behind Brian massaging his shoulders. "Nothing's wrong. I'm all done. I came to see how you were doing."
"Peachy," Brian gritted out as the needle slid out of his arm. He hissed as a bandage was put in place. Brian pulled Justin around in front of him. He took in Justin's unmarred arms and arched a brow. Justin looked a little sheepish.
"They only had to swab my cheek."
"Why couldn't I get that too?" he pouted.
Karen leaned against the doorway. "Given your profession they are testing for more than just HIV. They'll screen for all sexually transmitted diseases."
Brian sighed and hung his head. Working at the Quoin, he was a disease magnet. He felt Justin ruffling his hair.
"Don't all good boys get suckers?" Justin asked Karen.
"I'll see what I can find," she said smiling.
When she came back she held up two suckers, one orange, one cherry. Brian snatched the orange one leaving Justin with cherry, which suited him fine. Arm in arm they walked out of the clinic. Justin looked up at Brian who was contentedly sucking on his sucker. 'Now we wait,' Justin thought