Escape

Part 2

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Brian woke up the next morning and knew with certainty exactly where he’d be heading that night…but first…


”John, yeah, it’s me. Hey, sorry about last night…no, I’m fine. Listen, could you meet me for lunch? Yeah, that’s great…see you around twelve…thanks, bye.”

Getting ready for work, Brian knew that he’d have a hard time concentrating on business, having only one thing on his mind, but he was determined to make it through the day so he could head back to the club, and to Justin.

 

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“Brian,” John greeted his friend with a smile, so glad to see the man looking better than he had the night before.

“John, thanks for meeting me,” Brian said as he joined the other man at his table. “Jim Beam,” he said to the waiter that came to take his drink order then focused back on his friend.

“No problem. I have to admit that I was a little worried about you. I’m really glad that you called.” The concern in John’s voice was genuine and touching.

Smiling slightly, Brian replied, “Yeah, well, I was a little concerned for me too. I tell ya, I don’t think I’ve ever had quite a shock as I did last night at that club. The Quoin?”

“Yeah, that’s what it’s called. Look, Brian, I’m really sorry if it wasn’t what you were expecting and if it threw you a little. I guess I’ve always thought that you were up for anything, even someplace like THAT,” John said apologetically.

“No, that wasn’t it. John, what can you tell me about that guy, the one you said they call Blaze?”

John’s brows furrowed together and he wondered why Brian was so concerned about a whore, and couldn’t help asking the man so.

“JOHN,” Brian barked rather loudly, gaining the attention of several of the other diners and earning him a startled look from his friend. Settling down, he took a deep breath and slowly released it, then tried again. “What do you know about the one they call Blaze, and if I were you, I wouldn’t be so quick to call him a whore again,” he warned.

Keeping the other man’s words in mind, John spoke slowly and carefully. “Well, I know that he started there about a year ago and that he never does the same customer twice. They say once he’s had you he throws you out and never looks back. He’s supposed to be a phenomenal fuck…hard and fast and completely worth the effort. But he’s emotionally unavailable. I heard about this one guy, who thought that maybe he’d be able to talk Blaze into letting him fuck him. Well, let’s just say that the guy was quickly disposed of without even getting a taste of the merchandise and never let back into the place.”

Brian listened intently to his friend and couldn’t help but think of who it sounded like John was describing….HIM. He was describing Brian down to a tee. And that scared him…more than seeing Justin at that place…even more than finding out that the man was selling himself to survive. Because if what his friend was telling him was true, then Justin was gone and in his place was a uncaring, unfeeling asshole who thought that the world was just a bitter place in which you learned to screw or be screwed…literally…and he didn’t think that he could bear the thought of HIS Justin being that way. The blond was way too good for that.

 

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After hearing all that John had to say at lunch, Brian felt even more determined that he had to see Justin and try to talk to the man. He headed back to the exclusive club, gaining easy entrance as the doorman and owner remembered him from the previous night.

Waiting in the now familiar room, Brian knew that at any moment the door would open, allowing the customers out into the spacious club, setting them free to choose their entertainment for the evening. But all he could think about was that on the other side of the door was Justin. And he needed to make sure that he would be his.

“Marty, right?” Brian asked, walking up to the well-dressed, middle-aged man.

“Yes, that’s right. What can I do for you, Mr. Kinney?”

“I want to make sure that I get the one they call Blaze for the evening.”

Admiring the bluntness in the handsome man’s tone, Marty nodded his head and smiled, wondering if the man knew exactly what he was in for. He didn’t seem like a bottom, but then again, so many of the ones that requested Blaze never did. Looking at his watch he excused himself and went over to the door that led to the club, placed his hand on the knob and turned it, opening it onto a buffet of hot, young men that waited to be claimed. “And now, gentlemen, enjoy.”

Justin felt a shock pass through his body and he knew, without opening his eyes that Brian was there. ‘Fuck!’, he thought then straightened up, ready to face whatever came his way. Opening his eyes, they landed squarely on the man standing in front of him and he quickly took a step back, started by Brian’s closeness.

“Sorry, Sunshine, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“There’s no Sunshine here. I think you’ve got me confused with someone else,” Justin said harshly, not caring if he hurt the other man’s feelings. But then he remembered, Brian didn’t DO feelings, so he really had nothing to worry about. And yet, looking into the older man’s eyes, Justin couldn’t help but notice a slight difference in the way they seemed to soften as they met his. But…no…it must be the lights. Yeah, it had to be the lights.

“Sorry, Blaze,” Brian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The blond ground his teeth together, holding back from lacing into the man as he spoke again in a controlled voice. “I have clients to see, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Sorry, Blaze, but you’re mine for the night,” Brian stated, not missing the flash of fury in the bright blue eyes. Suddenly, he realized that the name DID suit Justin perfectly.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not yours. I’ll never be yours. I…” Justin stammered, shooting a killer gaze in Marty’s direction and receiving nothing more than a sympathetic look in return.

“Ah, but see, you are mine, so I suggest that we go to wherever it is you take your, uh, customers and get things moving along.” Brian knew that he was pushing the younger man, but he couldn’t help it. He had to make sure that he didn’t lose him…not that night…not ever again.

“I…but…urgghhh, fine, follow me,” Justin growled and started out of the club, leading Brian through a door then up a set of stairs and finally to a row of doors in a long hallway. For a moment he was tempted to take him to one of the theme rooms. He’d often had customers who wanted to be treated to a night of dominance in the Ancient Greece room. But he decided that Brian wasn’t worth the effort and quickly bypassed the red door. Walking up to another one, he opened it then stepped inside, moving to the side, allowing Brian to pass through before slamming the door quite loudly behind him and locking it.

“So glad to see you’ve kept up with your manners, Sunshine,” Brian mocked.

“Don’t fucking call me that. I’m not that person anymore.”

Brian was stunned by the tenacity in the blond’s words and wondered if he truly believed them. But deciding to take it easy on the younger man, he smiled and held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, you win, I’ll call you Blaze. Is that better?”

“Much. Now, take off your clothes and get on the bed. It’s time to get what you paid for.”

Again, Brian was a little taken back by Justin but followed his instructions, never able to resist the man when the offer of him…naked…and sex were involved. Quickly, Brian pulled off his clothes, tossing them into a pile on a chair to the side and climbed into bed. He couldn’t help but notice that Justin hadn’t moved an inch and remained fully clothed at the end of the bed, just watching him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“When I’m ready. Now shut the fuck up and lie back,” the young man commanded, deciding to treat Brian like every other trick. That was the only way he was going to get through it. Justin began to remove his clothes, torturously slow. Teasing and taunting Brian as he watched with darkening eyes, the lust so clearly etched across the older man’s stunning face.

Once Justin was naked, he climbed onto the bed, making his way up the length of Brian’s slightly trembling body, his eyes blazing a trail along the way until they finally locked onto the other man’s and held his gaze.

Brian was startled by what he saw in Justin’s eyes and couldn’t help searching deep inside of them for even a hint of the man that he knew still had to be in there. “Justin.”

“NO, Blaze…there is no Justin in here anymore. Only Blaze.”

Brian was surprised but determined to bring out the man that he’d been thinking of nonstop for the past year. He wasn’t about to let go of the dream that maybe, just maybe, he would get a second chance. “Justin, please,” he whispered, almost pleading.

Justin was stunned by the gentleness in Brian’s voice and for just a second, his mask dropped and his eyes that were still locked in the other man’s stare opened up and revealed a hint of the man inside…the Justin that was still there.

Seeing the smile that quickly spread across Brian’s face, and realizing why it was there made Justin’s armor quickly rise again, bringing back the hardened look and impenetrable, blazing eyes, instantly wiping the grin off of the dark-haired man’s face and bringing a small amount of satisfaction to Justin.

“I told you…Justin’s dead. Now shut the fuck up or get the fuck out. It’s your choice, but make it now,” the young man ordered.

Justin felt a little twinge of guilt gnawing at his gut from the sadness that enveloped the man beneath him, but he couldn’t…no, he wouldn’t allow it to affect him. He took Brian’s silence as a form of resignation and was perversely pleased with the control that he seemed to have gained.

“Good, we seem to understand each other now.”

Brian didn’t comment, but the way his eyes remained locked on Justin’s brought a sense of eeriness to the younger man’s soul. Steeling himself, remembering that Brian was just another trick, nothing more, Justin smiled his predatory smile, the one that he’d learned from Brian himself and slowly began to rock his hips ever so slightly back and forth, earning him a soft growl from the older man.

“Like that?”

“Y-yes,” Brian replied softly.

Justin was surprised by the response, figuring that Brian wouldn’t give in to his desires and actually reply. Suddenly, as if a light went off inside the blond’s tortured mind he realized that the man beneath him, the one that he’d seen the night before and the way he was right then, wasn’t the same as the one that had kicked him out not that long ago. He seemed different…softer…gentler. And his eyes, they weren’t as hardened or full of rage like they always seemed to be before. Maybe…just maybe….’NO!’, he reprimanded himself. ‘No.’

He’s just fucking with my mind, just like he used to. He let me go, kicked me out, without a thought or care. And look where it got me. Here. Now. With HIM again. Well, this time, I’M the one that’s in control and I think, no I know, that I’m going to like it.

Brian couldn’t help but notice the evil grin that spread across Justin’s face and the way his eyes seemed to darken even further, blazing the fury that burned within. It was a strange look, not one that he remembered and not one that he liked.

‘Turn over,” Justin commanded in a voice that left no room for debate.

“But, I…”

“Turn the fuck over…NOW,” he growled and Brian hesitantly obeyed.

“I thought that…”

“I don’t give a shit what you thought. You’re in MY world now, and when you ask for Blaze, you get what you came for.”

“Urghhhh,” Brian groaned, unprepared for the intrusion as Justin’s slick finger pressed against his hole, pressing forward until one long digit was buried deep inside.

“Yeah, I know what you want. Just let that tight ass of yours relax and take it…take it all,” Justin rasped as his finger slid in and out of the puckered opening, adding a second, then a third as he felt the muscles begin to loosen. He couldn’t help but feel his own excitement swell as he watched his fingers disappear inside of the man that he’d been longing for…dreaming of…wishing that…’Fuck,’ he thought, desperately needing to stop his train of thought. Unable to hold back the anger and resentment he felt bubbling to the surface, he harshly shoved his fingers back into Brian’s ass, earning him a sharp gasp and then deep moan from the older man.

“Ready for more?” Justin asked as he managed to sheath his angry-red dick with his free hand as he watched in fascinated amazement as Brian began to buck back wildly, trying to get his fingers even deeper inside.

“Ughh…I…oh, God, Justin…”

“Blaze…Blaze…FUCKING, BLAZE,” Justin shouted as he angrily pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock forcefully into Brian’s ass.

“Ahhhhhh,” Brian shouted out, his hole burning from the quick and sudden penetration.

“This is what you came for…so enjoy it,” Justin growled, digging his fingers into the flesh on Brian’s slender hips. Abruptly he pulled back so just the head of his cock remained inside. Teasingly, he bounced his hips before slamming back in, earning him another shout from the unsuspecting man.

“Is this what you wanted?” Justin asked, panting hard as he continued to fuck his former whateverthefuckhewas with raw abandon. Jerking out then thrusting back in, hard and fast…deep and relentlessly.

“I…I…” Brian stammered, unable to get his mind and mouth to work together. He wasn’t used to being fucked, being a consummate top. And when he went looking for Justin again, knowing a little about his reputation that he’d earned himself at The Quoin, having been enlightened by John, he still didn’t think that THIS was the position he’d be in. He figured that once they got started, Justin would fall back into his previous role and let Brian fuck him within an inch of his life…just like old times. But what he was experiencing at the hands, or rather dick of his protégé, was nothing that he could have prepared himself for. But Brian was sure of one thing, that Justin wasn’t in the room. Only Blaze.

Roughly, Justin reached down, his sweaty body coming into full contact with Brian’s. His chest sliding along Brian’s back, sending unfamiliar and unwanted chills up his spine.

‘Oh, God, he feels…his skin’s so…his scent…I feel like…’ Justin’s mind was on overload. All his senses working against him, betraying him…trying to let his body travel back in time to a place where being with Brian was right and good and…”NO!” he shouted, unable to stop the word from tumbling out.

“Wha’?” Brian mumbled.

Justin squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to regain his composure then opened them, unable to avoid the deep-green orbs that seemed to be locked on his face as Brian’s head twisted back toward him. He felt himself stumble slightly, completely caught off guard by the openness and raw emotion playing through the other man’s eyes.

“Justin,” Brian breathed softly.

“No…no, I…” the younger man faltered and closed his eyes, needing to stop the connection. There was no connection with a trick. His hand moved downwards toward Brian’s cock and wrapped snugly around it, earning him a loud, feral moan as Brian’s channel tightened impossibly further around his dick, pulling an unexpected moan from his own lips.

“Justin,” Brian tried again, hearing the wavering in the younger man’s voice and hoping that it was just a matter of wearing him down.

But he was wrong. This wasn’t the Justin he’d thrown out many months ago. It was a harder…unemotional, unavailable, uncaring version of the man.

Brian felt the change…especially in his ass…as Justin’s persona took over once again. The blond’s cock rammed mercilessly into him, rocking him forward with every thrust. And the fingers wrapped around his dick tightened slightly and jerked harder and faster as a menacing growl erupted from the man on top of him. Then….

“Ah…ahhhhh…ahhhhhhh,” Brian screamed, his ass clamping down as his orgasm tore through his body…ripping the cum from his slit in long, sharp waves that shot out onto the headboard in front of him. He felt the cock inside him swell even further and heard the muffled groan from behind him and knew that Justin had come as well.

What Brian hadn’t expected was the immediate and abrupt withdrawal as Justin pulled out of him, leaving him feeling cold and empty. He slumped forward, sprawling out on the bed, trying to catch his breath as he heard a voice moving off to the side.

“You got what you paid for. Now get dressed and get out.”

“Justin,” Brian said in a panic, gingerly pulling himself up so that he could see the other man as he headed toward what Brian assumed was a bathroom.

Turning around, willing himself to look Brian in the eye…Justin needed to make sure that the man saw the blank look in his eyes and knew, without a doubt that he shouldn’t make the same mistake again. Justin held back the satisfied grin as he watched Brian try not to wince as he sat up. In a strong, clear voice, Justin replied, “Blaze,” enjoying the look of defeat that spread across the older man’s face. Then he turned and continued into the bathroom, slamming the door forcefully behind him.

Shaking uncontrollably and trying his best to keep from sliding to the floor, Justin silently prayed that when he came out, Brian would be gone. He didn’t think he’d be able to keep it together if he wasn’t.

 

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Brian walked out of The Quoin and hailed a cab, climbing in slowly and easing onto the seat. His face scrunched up in pain as the driver seemed to hit every single fucking bump in the road on the way to his apartment. With a scowl he paid the fare and smiled slightly at the doorman as he passed through into the secured building.

Once inside his apartment, he locked the door and set the alarm then moved toward his bedroom, stripping off his clothes along the way and instantly heading into the shower. He needed to wash away the sick feeling he had. The feeling that maybe he’d lost the only thing that had ever really mattered to him after all. Maybe after all his hoping and now finally finding the man, Justin was really gone.

And he knew that Blaze just wouldn’t do.
 

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