Meretrix
Chapter 4
“Hey, come on in.”
“Thanks.”
“Wine?” Justin asked pointing to the bottle.
“Yeah,” Brian replied handing the bottle to Justin.
“It’ll go perfect with dinner.”
“It smells really good, what is it?”
“Penne with vodka sauce, salad, bread, and for dessert, spumoni.”
“Wow, you cooked it yourself?”
“Of course, don’t you cook?”
Brian chuckled, “No, I don’t. I did once, my mother got pissed at me for critiquing her Thanksgiving dinner menu, she told me that I could cook instead. I nearly burned the fucking house down.”
“Oh, well, we’ll try to keep the firemen at the station tonight. Have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Brian responded as he took one of the chairs in the tiny kitchen. Brian looked around the kitchen, then the living room. Though he really didn’t know Justin all that well, this was exactly the kind of home he had pictured the blond living in. It was sparse, yet warm and inviting. “Nice place.”
Justin paused from stirring the sauce, “It works.”
“So, what do you do for entertainment, aside from work?”
“Not much really, I guess you could say I’m pretty boring.”
“Come on, you must do something. I saw the sketchpads at The Quoin, you do very good work.”
Justin blanched, “You looked through them?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you... did you see anything interesting?”
Brian chuckled, “You did a couple of very nice likenesses of me.”
Justin let out a soft exhale, “Sorry, maybe I should have asked you first. It’s a habit I guess... I tend to sketch most people that come through the place.”
“Oh,” Brian sounded genuinely disappointed, “And here I thought I was special.”
Justin gave Brian a huge grin, “You don’t think I cook for all my tricks do you?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Okay, now that we have that settled, hand me the strainer.”
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“That was good. Really good,” Brian said as he swiped the napkin across his mouth.
“Thanks.”
“Do you cook like this all the time? For you I mean?”
“Hell no, usually it is Chinese or Taco Bell.”
Brian chuckled, “Yeah, sounds like my cooking too.”
An uncomfortable silence settled over the small kitchen.
“I uh... look, I mean... I don’t do... this... dinner... uh... dating I mean, so I don’t really have anything else... planned.”
Brian smiled, “I don’t do the dating thing either, until now.”
“Want to watch TV?”
Brian pivoted in his chair, “How about you show me some more of your art?”
“Really? I mean, it isn’t all that good.”
“I’m in advertising remember, I know what looks good.”
Justin jumped up from his chair and ran into the apartment’s small bedroom. He came back a few minutes later carrying a small stack of sketchpads. He sat them on the table and retook his seat.
Brian opened the first one and began thumbing through them, he paused and looked Justin in the eye, “These are good, Justin.”
Justin blushed slightly, “Thanks.”
The next twenty minutes were spent in relative silence, as Brian flipped through Justin’s artwork, giving an occasional, “wow” or “neat.”
Brian closed the last pad and sat it on the table; he looked into Justin’s blue eyes and held the gaze. Justin grew slightly uncomfortable and looked away. “Des... dessert?” The blond sputtered.
“Definitely.”
Justin stood to get the ice cream; instead, he was pulled onto Brian’s lap. Brian’s hand reached up and gently brushed the disheveled hair away from the blue eyes. Brian’s lips gently pressed against Justin’s asking for entrance. Justin complied and allowed the man’s tongue in, gently teasing at it with his own.
Brian’s hands began an exploration of the blond’s body, slowly running up and under his t-shirt, allowing his fingers to glide across the man’s abs.
“I uh... I...” Justin sputtered as he regained his breath. “This may sound silly, but I’m not used to doing this... for fun I mean.”
Brian arched a single eyebrow, “Oh?”
“Yeah, usually it’s at work, and I really...” He didn’t get a chance to complete his thought as Brian’s lips once again took possession of his own. Brian pulled finally pulled away, grasped Justin’s waist, and stood him up. “Wanna?”
Justin was still dazed from the kiss, “Hell yeah.” With that, he grabbed Brian and pulled him into the small bedroom. Justin began unbuttoning Brian’s shirt, finally freeing it and tossing it aside. He began fumbling with the brunette’s belt. It felt as though someone had just dipped his fingers in oil, as he couldn’t get the buckle unfastened. “Fuck!”
Brian pulled back slightly with a chuckle, “We’ll get there, have a little patience.”
Brian unfastened his belt and returned his attention to helping Justin out of his clothes. Finally, the men stood clad only in their underwear, pants pooled at their feet.
“You’re incredibly hot, Justin.” Brian whispered.
“Huh?” Justin asked as he refocused his attention from Brian’s groin to his eyes.
Brian could only laugh, “Shall we finish getting out of our clothes?”
“Yeah,” Justin replied as he bent down and scurried out of his pants, slipped off his socks, and jumped onto the bed. His engorged cock barely contained within his blue briefs.
Brian stripped off the rest of his clothing and joined Justin on the bed, “Fuck me?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Brian whispered.
Justin didn’t need to be asked twice to be Brian’s first. He bucked his hips, allowing him to slide his own underwear off, and then he reached into the nightstand and removed a condom and bottle of lube.
“Hands and knees,” Justin said.
When Justin turned back to face Brian, supplies in hands, his breath almost caught. He knew that he’d be sketching this scene later.
Justin allowed a hand to pass gently over Brian’s right ass cheek, eliciting a slight shudder from the larger man, “It’s okay Brian, I’ll go slow.” Justin said hoping to calm him.
Brian only nodded.
The blond scooted over so that he was kneeling behind Brian. Clasping a cheek in each hand, he gently spread them apart to gain easier access to the virgin hole. Without warning, Justin’s tongue ran down Brian’s crack and dipped into the tight opening.
Brian squealed slightly and almost jumped off the bed, “What... what are you doing?”
“Not familiar with the fine art of rimming?”
“No, but... I could learn to like it.”
“Uh huh,” Justin chuckled as he turned his attention back to the man’s pucker.
Satisfied that Brian had relaxed and loosened enough, Justin lubed up his fingers and began slowly working one in, and then a second. He was taking great pleasure in the moaning and groaning coming deep from within Brian. “You’re a noisy bottom,” Justin laughed.
Brian craned his head to get a look at the man, “I’m going to get a lot noisier if you don’t get on with it.”
“Okay,” Justin conceded. He sheathed himself, slathered lots of lube on his cock, and situated himself behind Brian. “This is going to hurt,” Justin said seriously.
Brian nodded and pushed his shoulders down, burying his face in a pillow. Justin took this as a sign to proceed. He placed the tip of his cock at Brian’s quivering hole and pushed forward slightly. Brian let loose a loud groan.
“Shhhh, it’s okay, just breath, deep breaths,” Justin continued his baby talk as he pushed further in, finally coming to a stop when his balls were pushed tightly against Brian’s ass. “Are you okay?” Justin asked.
“Ye... Yeah... feels... amazing.”
“I know,” Justin smiled. He kept himself firmly planted, allowing Brian’s inner walls to adjust to his girth.
A few moments later Brian was ready, “Okay, Justin.”
Justin slowly pulled himself back, reveling in the moans that escaped Brian’s lips. Once only his cock head was buried, he thrust back in, in one tender stroke.
“Urgghhhhh,” Brian moaned.
“Like that?”
“Yeah... more... more please,” Brian barely managed to mumble.
Justin complied; he slid out and pushed back in, a little rougher than last time.
“Arghhh....like.... that!” Brian shouted.
Justin gripped Brian’s waist tightly and rapidly pulled out and pushed back in, repeatedly.
Brian had lost his voice, instead a series of mewls and squeaks escaped. His hand had moved to his own cock and began to stroke it fiercely, losing pace with Justin as he edged closer to orgasm. He could feel his sac tighten, knew that release was close at hand, “I’m... going... to... cum!”
“Do it!” Justin shouted, his own release rapidly approaching.
“Gaaahhhrr...” Brian shouted as cum erupted onto the blanket beneath him.
Justin was lost in his own rhythm, methodically pumping in and out of Brian’s tight hole, knowing Brian had reached his orgasm. Justin felt the already tight channel around his cock become even more so. With a grunt, he made one final stroke before he felt his own cock surge to life, quickly filling the condom’s reservoir.
Justin steadied himself for a moment, trying to catch his breath before withdrawing himself from Brian.
“That... was... better,” Brian paused long enough to take a deep breath, “than I could... have imagined.”
“Yeah?” Justin asked as he tossed the condom on the floor and laid next to Brian, both on their stomachs.
Brian turned his head to look at Justin, “Yeah. Amazing.”
“Good,” Justin smiled and gave him a quick kiss to the forehead.
Both men remained quiet, staring into each other’s eyes, making silent promises until sleep took them.
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“Good morning.”
“Morning,” Brian said as he unwrapped his legs from Justin’s and gave the blonde a kiss.
“Was last night worth the wait?”
“Yeah... though,” Brian shifted slightly and frowned, “My ass is a little sore.”
Justin giggled, “Well, now you know what I put up with.”
“Right,” Brian responded.
“I’ve got to be at The Quoin in 45 minutes.”
Brian glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “I’ve got to get home and change before going to the office.”
Justin grew silent.
“What is it?” Brian asked.
“Well, I... what is this?” Justin asked, his hand moving back and forth between them.
“I don’t know.”
“Me neither.”
“What do you want it to be?” Brian asked as he focused on the ceiling.
Justin found the same spot and stared at it, “I don’t know.”
“I won’t come back to The Quoin again.” Brian stated.
“Why?”
“I... I just don’t want to think of you like that. I... I...” Brian stuttered, “I like this, waking up next to you. Dinner. This.”
“Me too,” Justin said finally looking at Brian.
Brian could only smile.
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As had been the case for the three weeks since their first dinner, the men met at a small Italian restaurant near The Quoin for lunch.
Justin was early, seated at a table waiting for Brian. The older man strode in with a look of total dejection on his face. Justin immediately took notice and stood to meet the man as he arrived at the table. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m moving. I’m leaving