Everlasting Coq

Part 7

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Justin awoke tucked snugly in Brian's arms. He let his eyes flutter shut as he breathed in Brian's warm scent. Justin nuzzled against Brian. He felt safe here in Brian's arms. His fingers itched to grab a sketchpad and draw Brian while he slept. The man was more open and relaxed than when he was awake. Brian's perfect eyelashes fluttered open. When he caught Justin staring at him, he smiled sleepily.

"Hey, baby," Brian murmured.

Justin's hand snuck under the covers and squeezed Brian's ass. "Morning, lover."

Still a bit sleepy, Brian arched a brow as Justin squeezed his ass. Justin's blue eyes twinkled in mischief. He leaned in and kissed Brian awake in more ways than one.

"I'm gonna go take a shower."

Justin untangled himself from Brian's long limbs. Once he was sure he had Brian's attention, he let his hips sway slightly as he crossed over to the bathroom. He heard a little growl come from the bedroom. Justin couldn't suppress the smile on his face. Both men relieved themselves then started the shower. Brian tipped Justin's head back under the shower spray soaking the long locks. As Brian worked up lather in Justin's hair he gently massaged his scalp causing little moans of satisfaction from Justin.

"Do you have classes today?"

"Nope, I'm all yours."

Brian chuckled deep in his throat. "Good, I was thinking if you didn't object too much maybe you could help me pack up the rest of my stuff." Before Justin could answer one way or another Brian held him under the spray washing out the shampoo that was in his hair. When Justin emerged from under the spray he gave Brian a sly look.

"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't ya?"

Brian shrugged a little. "I want to be here with you." He looked down at the swirling water going down the drain.

Justin rubbed up and down Brian's arms. "I was giving you a hard time. Of course you can move in. I would love to have you and your model cars move in. I like having you in my bed."

Justin reached down and stroked Brian's thick cock. He pulled Brian forward so they were both under the spray. Brian gasped as he felt the water deliciously pelt his cock. Justin began jerking him off. The alternation between the water and Justin's hand sent his senses reeling. He took Justin in his hand and began the same rhythm. He heard Justin whimper and knew the feeling. His head rolled back and he breathed in the hot steamy air.

Brian felt Justin sway and slipped his arm around him. Brian felt the deep trembles course through his body. He knew he was close. He arched his back and shouted. Their cream hit the shower wall in two thick streams. They both clung to each other still trembling from the aftershocks. Brian held Justin under the spray of water till they got their breath back. When the water grew chilly Brian shut it off. He wrapped Justin up in one towel and slung the second around his hips. Justin couldn't help the silly grin on his face. Brian made him feel so good. For now they were both content with the mutual hand jobs. They weren't ready for anything more so soon after the condom incident.

Justin tried to dry himself off but Brian snatched the towel away from him and began to dry him off. Justin thought Brian was being incredibly sweet so he let him. As they dressed they stole glances at each other. Justin wandered into the kitchen and started the coffee. He got out some eggs and set about making omelets.

"So, um, you're not going to work today?"

"No, I quit. I'm not going back to work at the Quoin."

Justin looked up suddenly from what he was doing. "When did you…?"

Brian's gaze dropped to the counter. "The morning after."

Justin opened his mouth but then shut it again not sure what to say. He was mostly glad that Brian had quit and yet now he felt responsible for Brian quitting the only job he knew.

"I'm not going to keep putting your life at risk. You're too important to me. I never want to hurt you like that."

Justin smiled slightly. "Um, what will you do now?"

"I'm not really sure. I do have something I need to discuss with you."

"Oh?" Justin asked curiously.

Brian sat at the island shifting in his seat. "When you went to class I went to the Quoin and gave my notice. I didn't tell Frank what happened. It was too personal. I ended up at Trixie's. We talked and she found me a job sort of."

"Really! That's great, Brian."

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that. Its modeling."

Justin beamed a sunny smile at him. "That's perfect for you. Why don't you want to do it?"

Brian just shrugged. Justin dished up their omelets and poured the coffee then sat next to Brian. Justin placed his hand on top of Brian's.

"Talk to me, Brian."

"I just don't know if I've got what it takes to be a model. There is a big show in two weeks. If I'm gonna do it, I need to let Trix know."

Justin shrugged. "What's the problem? Brian, you're beautiful, hot, sexy, gorgeous. Need I go on?"

Brian chuckled, "I think your biased."

Justin mockingly took offence. "I am not! Ok, maybe a little," Justin laughed.

"I'm just not too confident in this new endeavor. Christ, I'll be 30 in a couple of months. I have no desire to make an idiot out of myself."

Justin snorted, "What do you think will happen? They'll check you out, see you're almost 30, wrinkle their noses and show you the door. I highly doubt that."

Brian stabbed at his omelet aimlessly. "So you think I should do it?"

Justin ruffled his fingers through Brian's hair. "Baby, it's your call. Do what you want to do. I don't want to tell you what to do. I will say this though, if all that's holding you back is the fear of the unknown, I think you owe it to yourself to at least try and I'll help you out anyway I can.

Brian captured Justin's lips in a sweet kiss. "You're too good for me."

"Nuh uh, you sell yourself short."

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Brian and Justin finished with breakfast then hopped the subway to Brian's apartment. Brian had some boxes in his closet. Justin took the bedroom, folding all of Brian's clothes neatly in two boxes. Brian didn't have much in the way of possessions. He quickly boxed up his books and a small stack of CD's. Then he set about bubble wrapping his model cars. Justin perched on a chair watching him intently.

"So, if you don't mind my asking, how did Trix know about the modeling job?"

"She has a lot of connections with a lot of different people. It comes in handy sometimes."

"She's a good friend to you."

"Yeah, she is. So, uh, Justin, I was wondering after the semester if it's possible, do you wanna sneak away on a vacation?"

"Sure, did you have some place in mind?"

"Actually I do. How do you feel about London? I have a little cottage there. I haven't been there in years."

"I've always wanted to go there," Justin said excitedly.

Brian smiled at Justin's youthful exuberance. "Great, well this is it for now. We can come back later and pick up the stuff to go to storage."

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Brian called a cab and by the time they got the boxes down to the street it was waiting for them. Justin helped Brian haul the boxes up to his loft. Really it wasn't that bad. All they did was load up the elevator. Still Justin broke out into a light sweat. He grimaced. He needed to start working out and not just in the bedroom.

Justin made more room in the closet and dresser while Brian unpacked his clothes and put them away. Sometimes when the other wasn't looking they would get playful slaps on the ass. When Brian looked at the clock and saw it was nearly two, he decided to give Trix a call. He wouldn't have dared call her any earlier and feel her wrath. To both Trix and Justin's delight, he said he'd give modeling a shot. He gave Trix Justin's address. She said she'd be right over. A half an hour later Brian buzzed her in.

Trix was wearing jeans that sculpted to her body and a sleeveless vest shirt that zipped up the front. Trix took in the big loft. She had always wanted to live in one but alas on her income that wouldn't be any day soon. She nodded to Justin.

"My compliments, this place is amazing." She arched a brow at Brian. "You lucky bastard."

He just grinned at her. She unpacked her camera. "Justin, go help Brian pick out his hottest outfits. Some of the stuff he wore at the Quoin, some casual and a few dressy if you have it. We have to give them a range of photos. Oh, and a sheet for a back drop would be good."

Brian gave her his tongue in cheek smirk. "What, you think I don't know how to dress myself?"

She flashed him a smile. "Oh, I know you can, but this way you get to see what Justin likes you in best."

Brian disappeared up to the bedroom to put on the first outfit. He came down in his cobalt blue leather pants and a black sheer shirt that left nothing to the imagination, only one button was buttoned in the middle. Trixie's mouth fell open then she laughed. Brian took offence to the laughter.

"Brian, you look hot, amazing; they'll hire you in a minute."

Brian moved where Trix gestured to. She looked through the lens then lowered it. "Uh, Brian, care to remove the coat hanger from your ass. You're too stiff."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Justin, put on some music, house music preferably. Then stand off to the side of me. Ok Brian, now I want you to pretend I'm not here. You're at a club with Justin dancing and it's really hot. Look at Justin."

She saw Brian start to relax. She snapped a few pictures. Brian's body moved naturally when he wasn't focused on the camera. She called for a costume change and he looked even hotter. He wore the black see through pants with the silvery sheen and a deep green silk shirt. Justin did his part distracting Brian. She didn't even bother to peek to see what elicited those looks from Brian. It was too important to get it all on film.

For his more elegant wear he wore black fitted slacks with a wine colored shirt and matching silk tie that was a gift from one of his richer clients. Brian looked stunning and the world would love him. His hair had that 'I've been fucking non stop' look and his eyes told the same story. Trix was on her 5th roll of film. Brian came down in casual clothes, low slung button fly jeans and a wifebeater. Trix smirked behind the lens. Justin must be doing something naughty because Brian had a prominent bulge in his pants.

"Off with the shirt, Brian, and undo a button, make that two. Holy fuck! Justin, you got any water?"

Justin went to get her a bottle of Evian. She took a drink before she dumped the rest over Brian. The look on his face was priceless. He hadn't been expecting that.

"Trix, that's fucking cold"

"Later, Brian, shut up and look sexy. You're just about to fuck Justin."

That got the desired look she was going for. When only a few pictures remained on the roll she invited Justin to jump in the picture with Brian. Brian put his shirt back on and held Justin in his arms.

"These few will be just for you guys. I thought maybe you'd like to have some. I'll get someone to develop these. I know how it's done, the process and everything, but this is no time to experiment on that theory. I don't want to fuck anything up and I know I got some real gems here."

"Trix, do you want to stay for lunch? I'm making turkey sandwiches," Justin said.

"Uh, sure, I'll have one plain…."

Justin recited from memory, "Let me guess, no mayo on whole wheat bread."

Trix chuckled, "Smart ass, yes to everything but the whole wheat bread. I can't stand that gritty shit."

Brian stuck out his tongue.

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The next few days kept Brian and Justin busy and their minds off the impending results. Whenever Justin's mind began to wander in that direction Brian was there to hold and comfort him. As promised, Trix made up Brian's portfolio. She went with Brian to the interview, acting as his agent. She prided herself on being right when they were falling all over themselves to sign Brian as the next Perfection model. Justin managed to get one of the paintings done that Frank commissioned of Brian. Brian volunteered to take it over there much to Justin's relief. He didn't feel comfortable going over there now.

Brian and Justin were spending a quiet night in. Justin was stretched out on the couch with his sketchpad. Brian was sitting crosslegged on the floor next to Justin. He was working on assembling the Vette. Tonight the bumper seemed to be cooperating. Justin was sketching Brian. He looked so adorable, like a little boy playing intently. Justin didn't say anything to Brian; he didn't want to embarrass him. After Justin was satisfied with the sketch he put it aside and crawled down to be with Brian. Justin leaned over and kissed him.

"Hey, time for a break."

Brian wiped off his hands then pulled Justin onto his lap kissing him deeply. Justin pushed Brian till he lay on the floor. They rolled around kissing and making out. Justin's hand wandered to Brian's fly tugging at the buttons. He slid down Brian's body and lifted his shirt. His tongue darted out rimming Brian's navel. Brian made the cutest little noises that had Justin smiling. As Justin was kissing down Brian's treasure trail the phone rang. Justin let out a puff of air and groaned.

"I should probably get that."

He patted Brian's hip then scrambled up to reach the phone.

"Hello, yes, this is Justin Taylor."

Justin's hand twined with Brian's and he knew that this was the phone call they had been waiting for. Brian's heart was in his throat. He didn't catch the last thing Justin said but he couldn't miss the tears that streamed down Justin's face. Brian's stomach clenched. Justin threw himself into Brian's arms.

"I'm negative, I'm ok, Brian."

Brian's arms wrapped around Justin tightly. He let out a shuddery breath of relief. Brian brushed away Justin's tears and kissed him softly.

"Let's celebrate. I want you inside me, Brian."

Brian pouted, "But I'm starving."

Justin laughed. "That's a first. You're never hungry." Justin pulled Brian towards the bedroom by the front of his jeans. "Fuck now, eat later. We'll order in."

Justin pushed Brian down on the bed tugging at Brian's pants. He couldn't wait for Brian to fill him with his hot hard cock.

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Brian sat out of the way in the dressing room. He was positively trembling. He didn't think he could go through with this. Brian kept picking at his clothing. Justin weaved his way through the crowded dressing room to where Brian was huddled. He looked like he was in dire need of moral support. Justin reached out and rubbed Brian's shoulders.

"You look hot. I'd fuck you."

Brian snorted a laugh, "Thanks."

Justin took his hands in his. "Oh baby, your hands are freezing." He rubbed them trying to get the circulation going.

Brian leaned into Justin soaking in his lover's strength. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Yes you can. I'm going to be out there cheering on my boyfriend who is the hottest stud here." Justin crouched down next to Brian. "You'll do fine."

"I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"You won't." Justin rubbed his back.

The call went out that the show would start in less than five minutes. Justin took a deep breath. He had to get through to Brian quick. He grabbed Brian by the chin and locked eyes with him.

"You wanna know how I know you'll be fine? Do you remember the first time we met?"

Justin waited for Brian to nod.

"I was in awe of you when we first met. When I saw you swagger in like you owned the place I was instantly hard. You were so aggressive and confident with your clients. That's where you need to go now in your head. All these people don't exist. You're walking through the Quoin looking for a hot fuck."

Brian smiled and pulled Justin in for a quick kiss. "Thanks, I needed that."

"I'll be waiting for you at the exit when it's over."

Justin took his leave and found his seat. Trix was also there. She wouldn't miss this for the world. Brian took his place in the lineup feeling much more relaxed after Justin's talk. When Brian walked out onto the catwalk he took a deep breath then prowled the catwalk like he was looking for a good fuck. The flashes of light didn't bother him. At the moment he was in casual wear, black fitted slacks that hugged his ass and a deep green sweater. It made his eyes flash like a tiger. When he got to the end of the walk he pushed up the sleeves of his sweater and ran a hand through his hair tussling it, then pivoted and made his way back to the stage. Justin was in love and beaming with pride.

When Brian got backstage he was giddy that he had actually done it. He hurriedly changed into the next outfit. By the time he got to bedwear, he was feeling playful. He came out in a midnight blue silk robe with matching boxers. He teased and tantalized the crowd with long tugs to the belt. Brian let the robe slip down his shoulders. He rubbed his hand up and down the silky material of the robe getting quite a reaction. Justin's cheeks were burning and he was panting. Brian never failed to make him so hard he could burst. At the end of the show all the male models came out in elegant tuxes. Brian was breathtakingly gorgeous.

As promised Justin waited for Brian to change into his street clothes. He was outside by the exit. He was so proud of Brian. Tonight was a success and he had a feeling there would be many more. When Brian finally came out Justin presented him with a dozen long stemmed red roses. Brian took the flowers and wrapped Justin up in a big hug.

"Thank you for everything."

"I knew you could do it."

"I think I'm going to like modeling. Who'd have thought?"

Justin kissed the corner of Brian's jaw. "Watching you I got all hard," he whispered in Brian's ear.

Brian arched a brow. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Justin breathed.

"Mmm, sounds serious. I better take care of that."

Brian playfully grabbed Justin's crotch and squeezed lightly. Justin moaned.

"Come on, Brian, let's go home."

"I like the sound of that," Brian murmured.

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