Escape

Part 4

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“Cynthia, I’m leaving.”

“Okay, have a great dinner, Brian and be good.”

“I’m always good. Ask anyone,” the handsome man said with a wicked smile.

“I’m sure. But remember what I said. Second chances don’t come along every day. Don’t fuck this one up.”

Brian nodded and took in the serious look on his assistant’s face. She knew where he was going and with whom. Over the past year or so, after Justin had left, Brian finally caved in one day, when he was at the end of his rope and told her what’d happened. He knew he could trust her. She would never betray him and that trust and friendship had grown even more over time. And when she’d agreed to relocate to New York with him, he couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t know what he would have done without her.

“I won’t fuck it up, Cynthia. I can’t. I just can’t.”

Offering up her most supportive smile, Cynthia left Brian’s office and hoped, for the sake of her boss and probably Justin too, that this time the men would find a way to make it work. They just had to.

 

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“Justin, you look beautiful.” Brian’s breath caught at the sight of the incredible man that greeted him at the door. Justin was dressed in a casual but fitted pair of black on black pinstripe Armani slacks and a sky-blue round neck cashmere sweater. The pants hugged him in all the right places and the sweater’s neckline dipped down ever so slightly giving a glimpse of the flawless, pale skin that was just begging to be touched.

“So do you,” Justin said with a smile, his eyes running first downward then up the long, lean body. Brian was impeccably dressed in a pair of charcoal gray trousers that fit as if they were made specifically for his body and a slightly deeper matching shirt that looked like the silk had been poured over his torso, just waiting to be peeled off.

Absently Justin licked his lips, and Brian felt himself harden, tenting his pants slightly. He was unable to hold back a moan when Justin’s eyes lowered, taking in the growing bulge, then raised and locked with his, giving him a glimpse of the incredible lust glowing in the blue depths.

“Later,” Justin promised.

“Later,” Brian sighed.

 

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“This place is amazing. The artwork is incredible. Thank you for bringing me here, Brian.”

“Your welcome. I knew you’d like it.”

“I do.”

“I’m glad.”

With every word, the two men seemed to be drawn together until they were merely a breath away from being joined.

“The food was delicious,” Justin whispered.

“Mmm, it was.”

“But I can think of something that I know would be even tastier,” the blond purred.

Furrowing his brows in mock ignorance, Brian asked, “I can’t imagine what you’re thinking of.”

Smiling seductively, Justin replied, “Me.”

Nodding, Brian returned the smile, moving so that his lips were now pressed lightly against the other man’s and said, “I think you’re right.”

Having already paid the check, Brian stood and held out his hand to Justin, feeling a surge of happiness pass through him as the younger man stood and placed his hand in his.

Weaving their fingers together the couple headed out of the restaurant.

 

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“It’s really nice.”

“Thanks, I haven’t had too much time to get everything, but it’s slowly coming together,” Brian answered, handing a beer to Justin then settling on the sofa.

“Mmm, I guess moving to New York and setting up house can be oh, so tedious,” the blond said with a wave of his hand and a fake snotty accent, earning him a laugh from the other man.

“Yeah, well, it can be when you know that something is missing and you’d do anything to get it back where it belongs.”

The smile faded from Justin’s face as he took in Brian’s seriousness. He nodded and moved off to look out of one of the large windows that faced the city. “These window’s remind me of the loft,” he said quietly, jumping slightly then settling as he felt Brian come up from behind and embrace him.

“I know. It’s what sold me on the place. It made it feel kinda like I was home.” Brian’s arms tightened and he said, “But now it feels even more like it. With you…in my arms…it feels…it feels right.”

Again Justin nodded. He was so overcome with emotion that he knew if he tried to speak he’d start crying. Taking a deep breath, he tried to lighten the mood. “So, does this place have a bedroom?”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Justin said playfully, letting Brian lead him into the bedroom and smiling when he saw the familiar blue tubes of light hung over the bed. “I see that some things never change.”

“Oh they do change. But sometimes, when you know what’s right, there’s no need to mess with it.”

The look in Brian’s eyes let Justin know that he was talking about much more than lights and once again the blond was grateful that he was there, with Brian, getting another chance at happiness.

Wordlessly, Brian moved forward, closing the small gap between them, his eyes never leaving Justin’s.

Nervously, Justin began, “Bri…I…”

“Shhh, just relax,” the older man said softly as his hands ran slowly and sensuously up and down the younger man’s back. With every stroke, they moved closer and closer to Justin’s perfect ass, forcing the blond to hold his breath with anticipation of that moment when they would actually make contact. And when they did, he shuddered out a long and shaky breath as his eyes closed and a low moan escaped his parted lips.

“Baby, breathe,” Brian purred, barely remembering to do the same as every nerve in his body was on fire. His eyes washed over Justin’s face, delighting in fact that once again he had the man with him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Justin’s blue eyes fluttered open and he smiled, loving the raw emotion so clear in Brian’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, but was so scared to say what he was feeling. So scared that maybe it was all a dream and at any minute he’d wake up and be alone, in his bed, without Brian.

“What?” Brian urged, sensing the need in the other man.

Justin’s eyes flitted downwards cautiously, and when he looked back, once again locking his gaze with Brian, he was amazed that what he found in the older man’s eyes was what he’d been dreaming of and longing for. Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, he said, “I’ve missed you.”

The instant smile that beamed across Brian’s face was the best response that Justin could have ever hoped for. The words that came next were just a bonus. “I’ve missed you too. I thought I’d never get to hold you again. Never be with you…like this. I’m so sorry, Justin. I hope that you can forgive me.”

Sadly, the blond shook his head, dropping his eyes again, needing to tear away from Brian’s knowing gaze. “How could you want to be with me now? After what I’ve done…what I’ve become. How can you even look at me?”

Taking the younger man’s chin in his hand, Brian raised it, forcing Justin’s eyes to meet his and feeling a searing pain in his heart at the unbelievable pain so clear in the man’s tear filled eyes. “Justin, you did what you had to, to survive. Trust me, I’ve done a thing or two growing up that I’d rather forget, but when you think that you’ve got no other choice, there’s no other way, you do what you need to. It doesn’t change who you are…not in here,” Brian said, gently brushing his hand over the other man’s heart. “And it doesn’t change the way I feel about you…in here.” Moving his hand he held it over his own heart, wanting and needing Justin to understand what he was trying to say.

“Oh, Brian.”

As the tears rolled down Justin’s cheeks, Brian quickly thumbed them away then placed a gentle kiss against the younger man’s irresistible mouth. “You’re still the one I want, Justin. The only one I’ve ever wanted.”

Justin’s head was spinning. He couldn’t believe that Brian wanted him, no matter what he’d done. Deciding that sometimes, actions really were better than words, he pressed forward, his right hand snaking up behind the taller man’s neck and pushing downwards until their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss. His other hand moved downward and tugged out the hem of Brian’s shirt then slipped inside, needing to feel the warmth of the man’s long missed flesh.

The low and feral moan that bubbled from Justin’s chest and the almost desperate growl that flew from Brian’s throat mixed together inside the frantic mouths. Their tongues dueling mercilessly, searching for every single nuance…every forgotten taste of the other’s mouth.

Breaking apart, the need for air overtaking all else, chests heaving and hearts racing they once again locked gazes. The desire and desperate need for each was so pure and raw in their clouded and glazed over eyes.

“I want to make love to you,” Brian breathed.

For a single moment fear coursed through every fiber of Justin’s body. He hadn’t been with anyone else since Brian. Hadn’t let anyone inside of him. And he’d heard the words that the other man said. Not fuck…make love. He knew the difference and apparently now so did Brian. Calming himself, he let his hands wander to the buttons on the older man’s shirt and began to undo them. “I want that too…but…just take it easy, okay?

“Like the first time?” the brunet asked, the edges of his lips turning up slightly for a split second.

Nodding gently, Justin smiled and replied, “Yeah, but even better.”

Brian understood.

Slowly they removed each other’s clothes. Touching, caressing, tasting every bit of newly revealed skin. The room seemed to be blanketed in a fog of lust and desire, growing more and more dense as their passion built.

Finally naked, Brian eased Justin backwards and onto the large bed, flipping on the blue lights and gasping at the sight before him. The deep richness of the dark velvet duvet contrasted so perfectly against the blond’s porcelain skin. “God, you’re even more amazing than I remembered,” Brian said in awe as he looked down upon the man adorning his bed.

Justin didn’t say a word. His shining eyes and beaming smile said it all.

Smoothly, like a giant cat moving in on his waiting prey, Brian gracefully moved up Justin’s body, sliding against every inch of the younger man’s heated flesh as he went.

“Brian,” Justin sighed with relief when the man was finally lying fully on top of him. Every part of the taller man molding into him. “You feel so good.”

“Mmm, you too, baby.”

“Brian, please, touch me,” Justin begged. It’d been so long since he’d wanted anyone to touch him. And now, lying beneath the other man’s warmth and security, he couldn’t focus on anything else but the incredible need to feel Brian’s hands roam all over him.

Sensuously slow, Brian rained touches and kisses and licks and even gentle bites all over Justin’s supple skin, egged on by the incredible sounds pouring from the younger man’s lips. Soft, low moans and loud primal growls filled the air. Brian loved the way the blue eyes fluttered closed but continued to move as the feelings raging through the younger man overtook his body. The strong, lithe form writhed on the bed, his back arching high into the air and his hips rocking upward, trying desperately to relieve the ache in the deep-red erection that continuously seeped precum from the bubbling tip.

Purposely Brian avoided Justin’s cock , gently brushing against it in passing on his endeavor to devour his body. He smiled each time he’d teasingly pass by, hearing the loud groan rumble from the frustrated blond.

“Bri…please…I need…oh, God, I need you to…”

“What, baby? Tell me.”

Fighting to open his eyes but wining the battle, Justin’s blue orbs locked onto the deep-green ones hovering over him. The warmth and love that radiated from Brian was unmistakable and Justin knew that he’d never be able to do without those feelings again. Sighing contentedly, he shyly asked, “Please, make love to me.”

Reaching across to the nightstand, retrieving the lube and a condom, Brian quickly opened and donned the latex sheath then squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, tossing the tube aside. Warming the slick fluid, the men never broke their gaze as gently, Brian inserted the tip of his slender finger into Justin’s hole.

Gasping at the intrusion, the blond quickly recovered and smiled slightly then purred as the remainder of Brian’s long digit slid inside. Fighting desperately to keep his eyes open, needing to keep that connection, Justin moaned with delight as his lover’s finger began to pump in and out of him, loosening the tight channel, adding a second and then third finger along the way.

Justin laughed out loud unexpectedly at the thought that kept running through his mind. ‘Brian…my lover…Brian.”

“What’s so funny?” the older man asked, perplexed by the outburst.

“Nothing…everything…I’m just so…so happy,” Justin panted, his face beaming and his eyes shinning brightly.

“So am I, Sunshine…so am I.”

And with those words, Brian, so overwhelmed with love and need, pulled his hand away, took hold of his aching shaft, positioning the head against the relaxed opening and gently pushed in.

“Ahhhhh,” Justin shouted, losing the battle as his eyes slid shut and his back arched sharply off the bed, forcing Brian even deeper into his slightly spasming channel.

“Oh, fuck…Justin…Justin.” Brian was lost, drowning in the ecstasy that raced through his body. The warmth and tightness that surrounded him felt like home. Like he was finally home.

They both knew that their first time together was going to be over much too soon. As the feelings…the overwhelming feelings that raced through them seemed to heighten their arousal to a fiery state.

Trying to remember to breath seemed extremely difficult for both men as they rocked against each other, wanting and needing to get impossibly deeper and closer with every thrust.

“Bri…I…I…argghhh,” Justin moaned. With every move Brian’s sweat slicked body slid against his, rubbing deliciously against his pulsing cock. And the feeling of having the man inside of him, of being filled by him, it was so…so….

“Yeah…baby…so good…so fuckin’ good.” Brian couldn’t believe how much he’d missed being inside of Justin. He never wanted to leave. But…but…”Oh, God, Justin…I…”

“Yeah, Brian…come with me…ahhhhhhh…now…NOW!”

“Yyyeeaaaahhhhh.”

For both men it felt as if their bodies had exploded into a million little pieces, and each of those smaller pieces exploding once again. The pleasure was unimaginable and seemed to go on forever, leaving them both spent and trembling against the other.

“Urrrghhhh,” Brian groaned, losing all control over his seemingly boneless body as it slumped down against the smaller man beneath him, earning him a satisfied sigh from the blond.

No words were necessary. They’d said it all with their bodies and as they finally calmed and began to recover from the mind altering experience, Brian lifted slightly and rolled sideways, his softened dick slipping from Justin’s still spasming hole.

“Briiaannnn,” Justin whimpered, sad for the loss.

“Sorry, baby, but I didn’t want to flatten you.” Tenderly his hands swept up and down the length of Justin’s left side, brushing over the damp, smooth skin. But as his fingers brushed over the blond’s hip, he felt a roughness that seemed out of place. Looking down at the spot, Brian’s eyes widened in surprise at what he found.

“Justin?”

The younger man felt like he was floating. It felt amazing. The slight tickle of Brian’s fingers playing across his skin was so…calming…so…

“Justin?”

Instantly brought out of his happy daze, Justin felt himself falling and crash landing as he heard his name and felt his lover’s fingers moving against his hip. He knew what he’d discovered. Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, Justin steadied himself as he replied, “Uh, yeah?”

“What’s this?”

Knowing exactly what Brian was referring to but really not wanting to get into it right then, not after what they’d just done, he played dumb. “What?”

“Justin, don’t,” was all the brunet said, his tone forceful yet soft at the same time.

Opening his eyes, the younger man looked down to see Brian’s finger brushing over the tattoo of the broken cowry shell. He knew he had to explain.

“Brian, you have to understand. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. And my life, it wasn’t what you’d call happy or pleasant. So I did what I had to do. I needed a reminder of what you got when you gave yourself to someone. When you gave your heart.”

Brian’s eyes flickered between the white tattoo and Justin’s sorrow filled eyes. He did understand. He’d fucked up. He’d been given this precious gift and had been too fucking blind to see it for what it was. Well, not anymore. He wouldn’t be that stupid again.

As his fingers continued to trace the raised pattern on Justin’s hip, he knew that there was only one thing…one thing that would make his life complete. Taking a deep breath and summoning all the courage he possessed, Brian said, “Justin, I want you to come home.”

Completely stunned, wondering for a moment if he’d actually heard correctly, Justin didn’t say a thing.

“Justin?” Brian asked, beginning to panic from the imposed silence.

“Yes.” Just one single word, whispered into the darkened room was all that was said.

It was all that was needed.

 

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Several months later…

“Brian, what if someone recognizes me?”

The older man turned, surprised to find his lover’s face full of fear and apprehension. He hadn’t seen that look in a while. Slowly he crossed the short distance between them, wrapping his long arms around the small waist and pulling the blond head lovingly against his chest. “Baby, it doesn’t matter. That was a lifetime ago. All that matters is now…here…you and me.”

Sighing contentedly, Justin knew that Brian was right. There was nothing he could do. He didn’t have a magic wand or time machine. He couldn’t change the things that were, only focus on the things that were to come. “Thanks. You always make me feel better, Bri,” the younger man purred.

“I remember a cocky young twink telling me something one time when I asked him what he was doing, he said, ‘Waiting for you.’ And that’s all I’ve been doing my whole life, baby. Just waiting for you.”

Justin reached up, placing a sweet kiss against his lover’s lips and smiled.

“Now, let’s get the hell out of here before we miss it all.”

Groaning, Justin allowed himself to be pulled out of the door, then into the limo that was waiting by the front door of their building.

“Bri, you didn’t have to get a limo. A cab would’ve been fine.”

The older man looked at his partner incredulously and said, “Justin, this is your night, and everyone will be there to share it with you. I couldn’t have the star of the evening arriving at his first big gallery show in a cab. What have I always told you? App…”

“I know, I know…appearance is everything. You never get a second chance to make a first impression. Okay, I get it. I’ll shut up now,” the drama queen said, flopping back in his seat and huffing out loud.

The smile on Brian’s face was priceless. His baby was back alright, and with a vengeance.

The evening couldn’t have gone better. Everyone that mattered was there. Jennifer, Molly and Daphne had made the trip to see his work. So had the gang from Pittsburgh…as Justin had reconnected with them all shortly after getting back with Brian. He didn’t tell them about The Quoin. He didn’t feel the need for them to know.

The critics were out in full force and the buzz around the crowded gallery was one of praise and worship of the incredible talent that the young artist possessed.

There were a few tense moments throughout the evening when Justin found himself caught in the stare of a familiar face from his past. But just as the panic was about to set in, he’d feel them, Brian’s arms, as they wrapped possessively around his body…and he knew that he’d be alright.

“I think that we might just sell everything here, Justin.”

The blond smiled and looked up at his lover, seeing the same thrilled expression on his beautiful face, then back at the man who was speaking. “Wow, that’s amazing, Gary. I can’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it. Like I’ve been telling you for months now, you’re talent is wonderful. Fresh, innovative and remarkable,” the gallery owner said with unmistakable confidence in the artist.

“Thanks, Gary. Thanks so much.”

Nodding in response, the man walked away, eager to make sure that they DID sell every one of the pieces there that night.

“Hey, Justin, I was wondering something.”

“What was that?” Justin asked, turning in his lover’s arms to face Michael, his body tensing slightly, never too sure of what the other man was up to.

Brian felt the change in Justin and tightened his arms slightly, reassuringly.

“Why did you call the showing ‘Escape’? I don’t get it.”

Justin’s mind drifted back over the past few years…meeting Brian…being outed at school…coming out to his parents…losing his home…losing Brian…then finding him again. He knew the answer and as he relaxed, letting his body settle against the man behind him, he said, “Because life is a series of escapes, Michael. So choose them wisely because sometimes, you don’t get a second chance.”

“And sometimes, you do,” Brian whispered against the softness of the silky blond hair.

‘Yeah, sometimes, you do.’

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