Life Forward
Part 2
"I'm stuffed."
"Shit, after what you ate I'm not surprised. Would you like me to roll you into the living room?"
"Brian!"
Helping Justin up from the table Brian walked him backward toward the bedroom. "Careful," he warned when they hit the stairs.
Justin smiled, loving how Brian always tried to make sure he was okay.
Once safely in the bedroom Brian pulled Justin against him. "Remember that first time?" Brian purred, his lips barely touching Justin's.
"Yeah," Justin breathed.
"You tasted so sweet." Brian's tongue came out and flicked teasingly along Justin's parted lips.
"Your mouth…" Another flick of his tongue.
"Your sweat…" Another.
"Your ass…" One last flick.
Justin gasped, his eyes fluttering to stay open, his hands squeezing Brian's forearms.
"And when I touched your dick for the first time…" Slipping his hand between them, slinking it downward, Brian cupped Justin's groin, smiling at the stuttered moan. "You were already hard. So fucking hard."
"Brian…"
Rubbing his fingers along the firm bulge Brian decided he needed more and tugged the button and fly of Justin's cargos open, sliding his hand inside. "Mmm, no underwear. Good boy."
Justin made a keening sound and pressed his lips against Brian's, desperate to kiss him, but Brian pulled back, not ready to give in.
"Brian, please…"
Brian smiled, his fingers dancing lightly along the length of Justin's erection, driving him crazy.
"Mmm, so long and smooth. I was surprised when I saw your cock that night. It was so big for someone so…compact."
Justin huffed a breathless laugh at Brian's word choice.
"And now, exactly six years and six months later I'm hoping you're ready for another first."
Justin froze. Could he mean?... His eyes searched Brian's.
Taking a small step backward Brian kept his eyes fixed on Justin's and began to undress.
Justin swallowed, hard, watching each delicious little bit of new skin exposed as Brian's clothes came off piece by piece.
"You like what you see, Sunshine?"
"Fuck, yeah," Justin rasped, his throat so dry.
When Brian was done he moved forward and undressed Justin. When they were both completely naked Brian gently pushed Justin back onto the bed. "Are you ready for me?" he whispered.
"God, yes, Brian…yes."
With a touch of hesitation Brian kneeled on the bed, his legs on either side of Justin's and was a little surprised when Justin sprung up, taking hold of him, throwing him sideways, his back hitting the bed firmly with Justin planted on top.
"Hmm, impatient, are we?"
Justin's response was a fierce kiss. His lips crashing down on Brian's, his tongue pushing against his soft lips, a small growl rumbling from his chest as it was granted access to the warmth of Brian's mouth.
"Fuck, you *are* impatient," Brian panted when they parted.
"I want you, Brian. I've wanted *this* for so long." Justin was so turned on he could barely speak. Just the idea of…
"Just, go slow, okay. It's been a *long* time," Brian words were small, almost shy.
Justin smiled. He knew how much this meant. He saw the offering in Brian's beautiful hazel eyes, so open and pure.
"Okay," he whispered, reaching for the lube and a condom as he spoke, placing it on the bed beside him. "Turn over."
Panic flickered in Brian's eyes but he slowly complied.
Justin grabbed a pillow. "Up," he commanded, slipping it under Brian's hips.
The sight before Justin made his mouth water. Running his hand up the length of Brian's long, firm back then down again, his fingers trailed across his ass, making small circles around one cheek, then the other, finally ending with a sliding motion up and down Brian's crack.
Brian's head came up, his neck arching slightly as he gasped before settling back down on his folded arms…eyes shut tight.
Moving between Brian's legs Justin lay down on his stomach, face to face with Brian's perfect ass. He wanted to linger on Brian's muscular back, play along his spine, dip his tongue into those adorable little dimples, but he was impatient. His mind reeled with visions of his tongue slipping inside Brian's hole.
Breathing heavily Justin parted the small but impressive globes and gasped at the site of Brian's pink pucker staring right at him.
Teasingly he flicked his tongue out, barely touching the sensitive skin, and shuddered as the intoxicating smell and taste assaulted him.
Another flick, this time with a little more force…then another…and another…until he was pushing firmly against the folds of skin, sucking and nipping, saliva running down his chin, wiggling the tip and…
"Fuck! Justin!"
Justin smiled against Brian's ass, his tongue planted half-way inside. He felt Brian push back against him, causing him to slide even further in and he moved around, feeling for that spot…
"Urghhh!"
'Got it.' A few more swipes and Brian was bucking against Justin's face wantonly.
Justin cock was aching, dripping, he couldn't take anymore.
Sitting up Justin flicked open the lube and squirted a dollop in his hand, warming it for Brian. He was practically shaking with need as he slipped his middle finger deep into Brian's crack, wiggling it around when he reached his target.
"More?"
Brian grunted, still panting.
"Brian, more?"
His mind was screaming, 'yes!' but he couldn't… As if possessing a will all their own his hips traderously rocked backward against Justin's finger, helping it slip in. Brian moaned loudly, his back arching, pushing the digit further inside.
"Mmm, yeah. You want more," Justin growled, pulling his finger back until it was barely inside then circled it round and round the rim of Brian's hole, igniting every single nerve ending, making Brian gasp and shudder. "I bet your cock's leaking all over that pillow." Justin bent forward, panting, almost pulling back at the feel of Brian's scorching skin against him.
"Justin," Brian growled, arching sharply as Justin's finger, along with a second, thrust back into his ass, brushing harshly against his prostate.
Justin whispered against Brian's ear, "I could do this all fucking day. The taste of your ass on my lips. The feel of your smooth insides on my fingers. It's amazing. But you know what?..."
Brian couldn't think. Justin's fingers slipped in and out of him so deliciously, his hips pushing back hard, meeting them each time as he twisted the sheets mercilessly in his grip.
Enjoying the blissful look on his lover's face Justin licked along his shoulder and said, "I want to feel my cock inside you now."
Brian moaned and shuddered.
Pulling his hand and the pillow now crushed under Brian's hips both free, he nudged Brian's shoulder. "On your back."
Brian froze. He knew it was gonna happen, shit, he *wanted* it to happen, but on his back, so exposed, vulnerable…
"Brian, it's okay. I just wanna see your face when I'm inside you," Justin whispered in assurance.
With a deep breath Brian nodded and slowly turned over, his eyes meeting Justin's and the caring he found there calmed him.
Justin settled again between Brian's legs, parting them as far as they'd comfortably go. He reached for the condom, tearing it open with his teeth, pulling it free and tossing the wrapper aside.
"Slip it on me. Go on, slip it on my dick."
Both men smiled and Brian laughed quietly as he rolled the condom down Justin's length.
"Ready?"
Brian nodded.
Moving forward, one hand holding his weight as he leaned over Brian's body, the other positioning his dick at Brian's opening…their faces only inches apart…close enough to feel each other's warm, erratic breath…far enough to see the look on each other's faces, Justin pushed…
"Oh, God," Justin gasped, holding himself steady.
Brian sucked in a noisy breath, his face momentarily scrunched in pain, then enveloped in pleasure, as Justin eased himself inside.
"Brian…Brian…" Justin's eyes searched Brian's, needing to convey the incredible and overwhelming feelings coursing through him.
Brian smiled in understanding before wrapping his long fingers around the back of Justin's head, pulling him down for a desperate kiss, moaning into his mouth when Justin pushed impossibly deeper.
"You okay?" Justin panted as the kiss broke, bracing his weight equally on both arms now.
"I'm great," Brian smiled.
"Good," Justin answered wickedly as he pulled back then pushed hard into Brian's ass.
"Justin!"
"I want you…"
Another deep thrust.
"…To always remember this."
A loud grunt and another thrust with a shift in angles, making sure to hit Brian's swollen gland just right, Justin enjoyed the strangled moan that poured from Brian's lips.
Justin remembered word for word what Brian had said to him all those years ago. But that was then, and this was now. And things had changed dramatically.
"'Cause *I'll* always be here…"
"FUCK!" Brian shouted, his cock caught between them, throbbing at the torturous friction it received every time Justin moved. He was so close he could taste it, could feel the come bubbling in his aching balls. All he needed was… "Justin…touch me…fucking touch me."
"No."
"*What*?"
"Just like that first time…you're gonna come…from me fucking your ass…" Justin doubled his efforts, practically slamming into Brian, panting harshly in his face.
"Justin!" Brian growled with a mix of frustration and ecstasy as Justin pounded against his prostate relentlessly, sending wave after incredible wave of pleasure sparking through every molecule of his body. With a deafening howl his orgasm whipped through him and he strained upward, his cock pulsing forcefully, his ass spasming around its intrusion and he came with a blinding force.
"Yeah, that's it…come…come, Brian…oh fuck!" Justin couldn't take his eyes off of Brian as his orgasm took him, then he couldn't hold off his own, his dick hardening impossibly further, his balls feeling like cement as he thrust forward one last time and exploded deep in Brian's ass.
Exhausted Justin slumped downward, his body still humming with slight aftershocks, his head tucked firmly under Brian's chin. "You okay?"
With a deep, content sigh Brian smiled against Justin's damn hair and whispered, "I'm great."
***************
Justin woke, still wrapped in Brian's arms, shifted just slightly off to his side. He smiled. Brian always looked so peaceful when he slept. Gently he pried himself away and inched off the bed, grabbing the wrapped little box out of his discarded pants.
"Sunshine?"
"Right here." Justin climbed back into bed, curling up beside Brian again, resting his head on his hand. "I have something for you."
"Mmm, I think you just gave me plenty."
Justin smiled and nervously handed Brian the package. "Here."
Brian blinked, his eyes still fuzzy as he looked at Justin's outstretched hand. "What's that?"
"Well, I know you're kinda slow sometimes…"
"Be a good boy," Brian warned playfully.
"It's a present. For our anniversary."
"Justin, I…"
"It's okay if you didn't get me one, I mean, the flowers, the candles and everything, I couldn't've asked for anything more. Open it."
Nodding, Brian took the small box, gazing at Justin before opening it carefully, not wanting to tear the wrapping.
"Brian, open it already!" Justin urged.
But Brian didn't rush. He hadn't received many presents and he wanted to savor the moment.
Placing the pristine paper aside Brian opened the small, black leather box and smiled brightly at what lay inside. "They're beautiful, Justin.
"Really? You sure you like them? You had a pair on a few weeks ago so I thought you might like a new pair."
Brian smiled, pulling one of the white-gold cufflinks out of the box, turning it around, examining it closely. "It's engraved."
Justin nodded. "Yeah, both of them."
Curiously Brian took the other cufflink out. Placing the box on the bed he turned them over. Brow's furrowed, he looked at Justin.
Softly he explained. "It's Chinese. It means eternity...and I know that's how long I'll love you." (http://chineseculture.about.com/library/symbol/blcc_eternity.htm)
A warm rush shot through Brian from head to toe, a touch of fear leading the way. Instinctively he froze and saw the disappointment so clear in Justin's clouded eyes. But then he took a deep breath, pushing all the bullshit responses clawing their way up his throat away as a warm, beautiful smile spread across his face and he returned, shakily, "I love you, too, Justin. I really do."
Justin was beaming. "And it looks like a 'k', so, I thought it was perfect."
"Thank you."
Justin smiled, deliriously happy.
"So far I'd say this is the best anniversary I've ever had."
Justin laughed. "It's the *only* anniversary you've ever had."
Brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"
Confidently Justin nodded. "Yeah."
Brian smirked. "You think you know me so well, don't you?"
Again, Justin nodded. "Yes, I think I do."
His eyes searched Justin's before he quietly asked, "So what do you think I'll do next?"
Lips pursed, Justin shook his head, a little confused by the look on Brian's face. "Not sure."
Brian nodded, his eyes raking across Justin's face.
"Brian?"
Pulling his lips into his mouth, Brian shifted on the bed, wincing slightly at the burn in his ass as he drew his lover against him. "I did get you something, Justin. Me…full-time"
"Huh?"
"I, ah, I want…"
Feeling the hesitancy, Justin gently urged, "What? What do you want?"
Taking a calming breath, Brian finished, "I want you to move in with me."
Justin froze. He was shocked.
Brian grew even more nervous.
"Justin, fucking say *something*."
Still nothing.
The old Brian would've gotten up off the bed, grabbed his clothes and shot his ass out of the loft, and although tempted... "Justin…I fucking put myself out there. Say something for Christ's sake."
Swallowing hard Justin replied, "I'm not sure what to say."
Brian pulled back. He felt himself losing it. "How 'bout 'yes'. How about 'I'd love to, Brian'. How the fuck about *that*? Aren't you the one who just spoke about eternity and shit?"
"Brian," Justin wrapped his arms firmly around Brian's back, pulling him closer.
Brian was getting more and more pissed, the words, 'forget it' perched on the tip of his tongue.
"Brian, can you just listen to me?"
Brian nodded with a sigh.
"I do want to be with you. I *do*. It's just…"
"What? What the fuck is it *just*?"
Justin closed his eyes, taking a moment before opening them again, meeting Brian's harsh glare. "It's just that I'm scared," he practically whispered.
The shock was evident on Brian's face. "What the hell are you scared of?"
Justin licked his suddenly parched lips. He hesitated.
Brian waited.
"It's just that, well, everything's going so great now, and if that changed…"
"Why would it change?"
"I don't know. Maybe you'll get restless. Maybe you'll feel like I'm crowding you. Maybe you'll decide that you don't want me around all the time. Maybe…"
"Justin." Brian's took Justin's face between his warm hands, running his thumbs across the fair, soft skin. "I want you here. You're here practically all the time anyway. And when you're not, well, I miss you."
Justin smiled, his eyes watery, Brian's heartfelt words touching him so deeply. He searched Brian's eyes, finding exactly what he needed. "Yes," he whispered.
Brian pulled Justin into a long, deep, satisfying kiss, banishing any doubt from their minds, leaving only happiness and trust and the promise of a perfect tomorrow.
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"It's so shiny," Justin exclaimed.
Brian laughed at the childish look on Justin's face. "It's new. What the fuck did you expect?"
Justin shrugged. "I dunno, but I *like* it."
Another laugh. "You're a freak, you know that?"
Justin nodded with pride. "So I've been told."
Brian laughed harder. "I'm living with a fucking lunatic."
Justin smiled. He was living with Brian. *Living* with *Brian* *Fucking* *Kinney*. Who'd've thought…
"I can hear the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours," Brian stated, pulling Justin close.
Justin huffed. "There you go with those dreaded words again. Need I remind you *not* to use the word little in reference to me?"
Brian smiled. "Right, I forgot," he admitted, his hand slipping down to Justin's crotch. "Nothing little about it."
"Damn right," Justin stated.
Running his tongue along Justin's lower lip, the pout in full force and irresistible, Brian murmured, "Amen," before claiming his live-in partner's mouth in a breathtaking kiss.
***************
"Sunshine, it's about fucking time. Where the hell've you been?"
Justin laughed. "I've just been busy."
"Yeah, I've missed you. What's got you so busy?" Debbie sat down in the booth on the opposite side of Justin, calling to Kiki that she was taking five.
Justin smiled as Kiki placed a glass of water in front of him, taking a sip before he answered. "I've got another show in a few weeks. Gotta get everything done. Hopefully it'll go well."
Debbie reached across, patting Justin's cheek adoringly. "Don't they always?"
Justin blushed. "Yeah, I guess so. Still, I'm always a little nervous before."
Debbie nodded. "That's a part of it, isn't it? Never know how it's gonna go until it just does. Right?"
Justin thought about all the wonderful things happening in his life that he'd been scared of in the beginning and realized that yeah, she was right.
"Deb!" Kiki shouted from the back.
Debbie smiled. "Break's over. You and Brian, Sunday, my house, dinner, no excuses."
Justin opened his mouth…
"Be there."
And with her final command Debbie left.
***************
"Shit, Justin, I don't fucking want to go to dinner."
Throwing his arms up in the air, Justin said, "What could I do. She cornered me."
Brian sighed. "I guess it's not that bad. I haven't gone in a while. And I'm sure she'd have my ass if I put it off any longer."
"Brian, I don't understand why you haven't wanted to go. I mean, she's called so many times to invite us"
Sighing Brian searched for the right words. "It's just, I didn't want to be subjected to the whole gang, you know, everyone's opinion." 'Now that I've changed' was left unsaid, but Justin understood.
Wrapping his arms around Brian's waist Justin looked up at his partner's face. "Brian, you've got nothing to worry about." He paused and smiled. "You never know how it's gonna go until it just does."
With a grin… "You sound like Debbie."
"I know," Justin said, pulling Brian tighter.
***************
"If it isn't the cock of the walk and his hen."
"Shut the fuck up," Brian grimaced, walking through Debbie's front door.
Noticing Justin, Emmett added, "Or maybe that should be chicken."
"Ha, fucking ha," Brian returned, adding to the theme by flipping both Ted and Emmett the bird.
"Shit, just look at the two of you. You look so good together," Debbie beamed, rushing out of the kitchen to pull both Brian and Justin into her arms.
Pulling back with a grimace Brian took Justin into his own arms, tugging him back firmly against his chest, his arms wrapped around his smaller frame. "Christ. Is dinner ready yet?"
Debbie laughed, used to Brian, and headed back toward the kitchen. "Yep, everyone take a seat."
Everyone sat down and Justin was relieved to be sitting next to Brian. He felt his partner's hand automatically seek out the comfort of his thigh, resting it securely in place. Slipping his hand on top of Brian's he squeezed reassuringly.
"Eat," Debbie commanded and everyone began piling their plates with the wonderful food.
"Where's Gus?" Brian asked, a little upset that his son wasn't present.
Melanie shrugged. "He's sleeping over at his friend's house."
Noticing the shit about to fly, Lindsay said, "So, Justin, I hear you've got another show coming up."
"Yeah, it's actually here, in Pittsburgh."
"Wow, I'd love to go."
"Sure, I'll send you an invitation." Looking around the table, finding all eyes on him, Justin smiled shakily. "Um, I can get you all invites if you're interested."
A hardy round of 'thank you's and 'we'd love to's bombarded Justin. He nodded, shoving a piece of pasta into his mouth as an uncomfortable silence engulfed the kitchen.
"So, everyone up for Babylon later?" Emmett asked.
"Don't look at us, honey. Carl and I are gonna hit the sack early. And I'm not talkin' about sleep…" Debbie winked at the group, Carl blushed.
"Ma!"
"I wish, but we've still got JR, so…" Lindsay smiled at her daughter sitting in the highchair.
"I'm there. Hell, I'm *always* there," Ted replied.
Michael looked at Ben and answered, "Sure, we'd love to. Right, Ben?"
"Sounds great."
"And you two?" Emmett asked Brian and Justin.
"Oh, uh, I guess whatever Brian wants," Justin added, unsure.
Brian had the night covered and hadn't intended to go in, but… "Why not?"
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