Meant to Be

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Finally fucked out…well, at least for a while…the boys sat together on Brian's large bed, naked, eating take out Chinese food and laughing as they made fun of all the other guests they'd encountered at The Spa.

"God, do…do you remember seeing Mrs. Crainster? Fuck, now I know it's not polite to talk about people when they're not well, but shit, do you call walking around with a dead stuffed parrot on your shoulder not just a little bit of an indication that the woman should be locked up somewhere a little more severe? I mean, parading around The Spa like it's a fucking diamond perched there? And when she tried to get me to talk to it, offer it a cookie…fuck…no, God, fuck, I'm gonna heave if I don't stop laughing…"

Brian tried to catch his breath and then ground out, "Yeah, well, how about Jim, good old, Jim. What you suffered was sooo much better than what he tried to get me to do."

"Wha-what did he want you to do?" Justin asked, wiping his tears and popping another chicken ball into his mouth, which for some reason made Brian laugh that much harder.

"That…he wanted me to do that." And Brian broke out in a fit of laughter again.

Furrowing his brows while chewing away, Justin wondered what the hell…"What?" he shouted when it finally dawned on him.

"He…he wanted me to suck him off and chew on his balls. He came…came into my room one night and said that he knew I was gay and would I mind indulging him with my…oh, god…my…my…practiced expertise of penis licking and ball sucking…that's exactly what he said…oh, fuck…" And Brian doubled over, laughing so hard that he started choking.

Justin just watched him in shock, suddenly clueing in and rubbing soothing circles on the older man's back until he calmed down.

"But, Brian," Justin began, his confusion so clear. "Mr. Price…Jim…he was like seventy…and about five feet tall, maybe…and bald and wrinkled and…ewwww!" Justin finally shouted, shuddering at the thought.

"Now you know why the hell it was so funny," Brian replied, finally gaining control. "Can you even imagine?"

"God, no…no, no, NO!" Justin shouted, trying desperately to get the whole disgusting image out of his mind. "Ew! Fuck, Brian, you were the sanest person there."

"Yeah, and that's not saying very much," the man said with a snort. Reaching out, Brian took Justin's hands in his and smiled at the blond's cringing face. "Maybe I'd better give you something better to think about, huh?"

Shaking his head, pushing the image of Jim way, way…wayyyy to the back of his mind, hoping it got lost for all eternity, Justin smiled and leaned forward, meeting his lover's lips, whispering against them, "Oh, yeah."

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"Brian, welcome back. I hope you had a great vacation. You look well rested and healthy. Europe definitely agrees with you."

Nodding, Brian smiled and said, "Yep, Gardner, Europe was great."

"Good, well, I'll leave you to get caught up. Meeting tomorrow morning at nine, sharp."

"Of course. I'll be there," Brian answered, watching his business partner walk out of his office, quietly closing the door behind him.

Leaning back in his chair Brian wondered if maybe it would be better if he'd told everyone the truth. The only people who actually knew where he was were Lindsay and Cynthia, his assistant. He knew he could trust both of them to keep it quiet. It's not that he was ashamed, it's just that everyone else saw him as this larger than life man who didn't have a single weak spot. Nothing could phase the incomparable Brian Kinney. But the truth was, he was only human, with human emotions and frailties just like everyone else.

And sometimes he got tired. Tired of playing all the games, acting like nothing fazed him when inside, he was ready to fall apart. So The Spa had been good for him. It'd come highly recommended as a place to rest and regroup…exactly what he'd needed.

There was however one little bonus that he hadn't found listed on the internet when he'd researched the place. Justin. He wondered if maybe the retreat hadn't been all that great after all. Maybe it was the lithe, incredible blond he'd found there that had made all the difference. Smiling, his fingers itching to feel the warm, smooth, porcelain skin beneath them, Brian realized that yeah, it probably was.

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"Justin, take care of yourself."

"Thanks, Alex, I will."

"And take care of Brian, too," the therapist said with a wink, leaving the blond slightly stunned as he turned and walked away.

"Ah, yeah, I-I will."

Justin was eager to head out, having finished his summer stint at The Spa. He couldn't wait to get his things organized for school, excited to be starting at PIFA in just a few weeks, but more importantly, he couldn't wait to see Brian.

He'd been spending most of his free time over at Brian's place, much to the displeasure of Daphne. Usually the two teens were joined at the hip, but since Brian'd popped onto the scene, Justin hadn't really spent much quality time with her.

Speak of the devil.

"Hey, Daph, what are you doing here?" Justin asked his friend through her open window.

"I came to pick you up. I knew it was your last day and I wanted to surprise you."

Climbing into the car, closing the door behind him, Justin smiled and leaned over, planting a sweet kiss on his friend's cheek.

"Plus," the woman added and Justin groaned, knowing that nothing was every simple with his best friend. "I haven't seen much of you lately…"

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, I really am, it's just that…ahh…Brian." The blond breathed the last word, making his lover's name sound so surreal.

"Yeah, yeah, Brian shmian."

"Daph!"

Laughing the woman pulled away and soon all was forgiven as the two teenagers carelessly chattered away.

"So, maybe we can get together one night this week, if you're not too busy," Daphne asked with a grin.

"For you, anything. Oh, but just not Friday, or Saturday, oh, and definitely not…"

"Yeah, fine, call me."

"Love you," Justin called out as the car began to pull away from the curb.

"Sure, right, love you too…I just hope I don't forget what you look like…" she called out through the open window, waving.

Justin smiled, watching his best friend's car disappear and realized how lucky he was to have her. Even though he knew that she bitched about it, she was happy for him.

Heading into the house, Justin's cell phone rang. Pulling it out of his back pocket he smiled when he recognized the phone number. "Hey," he answered, his voice soft and low.

"Hey, how'd the last day go?"

"Great. Glad to be done there though. I swear, I just couldn't look at poor, old Jim the same way after what you told me. Eww!"

Laughing, Brian said, "Yeah, well, it's a good thing that I didn't tell you about Gladys. Now THAT would have definitely had you running for the hills."

"God, you're so bad."

"Mmm, you don't know the half of it," Brian said, giving Justin back his own words, feeling the younger man's smile radiating over the phone line.

"Brian."

"Justin, who are you talking to?" Jennifer said, walking into the living room.

"Ah, no one, Mom, just a friend."

"Justin, what's wrong?" Brian heard another voice, then heard his lover pull away from the phone to answer, but what bothered him was the blond's response. 'No one?'

"Sorry, sorry, my mom walked in."

Brian heard several consecutive loud thuds and Justin's jerky breaths and realized he must be climbing the stairs to his room. He figured it probably wasn't the time to start, but…"Justin, why did you tell your mother that I was no one?"

"I didn't, I just…" But he had. He realized that he had said that. But what was he supposed to have said. 'Oh, sorry, Mom, I'm just on the phone with my much older lover, that's who.' Nope, wasn't gonna go over too well, that he was certain of.

"Justin?"

"Listen, Brian," he started, closing the door firmly and laying back on his bed. "My parents don't know that I'm gay. I have a feeling that they suspect something, but knowing it is completely different." Laughing, Justin continued. "I think that my dad's having a hard enough time with me going to art school instead of Dartmouth, where he went. I just don't think coming out to them right now would be a good thing."

Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, Brian started. "Justin, I'm not saying that you should come out to them if you don't want to. God, I'd be a fucking hypocrite if I did, but, I don't want to be your dirty little secret. They can think that we're friends. I have no problem with that. I guess it just threw me when you called me no one."

"Brian, fuck, I'm so sorry. You know how important you are to me. God, you're everything. I love you."

Smiling, the words melting the frozen feeling having gripped his heart only moments before, he whispered back, "I love you, too."

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"So."

"Sooooo," Justin mocked with a smile.

"Only one more week 'till school starts. You excited?"

Looking down at the growing bulge now tenting the front of his cargo pants, Justin nodded, his eyes moving back to Brian, coasting leisurely over the man's lean body as he lay on the bed in nothing more than a pair of old, faded jeans, and he purred, "Oh, yeah, definitely."

Shaking his head but doing nothing to detour the wickedly grinning blond headed straight for him, Brian asked, "You all ready for it?"

Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, Justin answered, "I'm ready."

"You're always ready for THAT."

"You complaining?" Justin asked as he climbed atop his lover, straddling his hips.

"Never."

And their lips met, each one vying for dominance. Eagerly Justin's tongue pushed forward, slipping through Brian's parted lips, edging into his warm mouth, unable to contain the moan that rumbled from his chest at feeling a sense of control of his partner.

Pushing Brian back so he lay flat on the bed Justin took hold of the man's wrists, pulling them up over his head, holding them there, never breaking the kiss.

Panting hard as they pulled apart Brian eyed Justin and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shaking his head, the blond grinned and said, "Being a bad boy." Slowly he began grinding his hips in a circular motion, his stiff cock pressing down against Brian's until the need for more became too much.

"Justin," Brian warned.

"No talking. Just relax and let me take you." Justin knew that he was pushing it, not quite sure how Brian would react, but he wanted it so much…wanted to be buried inside Brian. He looked deep into the man's captivating hazel eyes and waited for a sign that the he was willing, and when he saw the change, so minute but so clear, he pounced.

Growling, his mouth came down again upon Brian's, nipping and sucking at the man's tender lips then moving downward across his chin and throat, smiling when the long neck arched backward, Brian offering himself up even further.

Inching back, Justin continued to kiss and lick his way across Brian's chest, sucking on his right and then left nipple, loving the way the man moaned so deeply from the sensation, his long fingers weaving through Justin's hair, holding him in place.

His ribs, navel, belly…all tasted delicious but all left him craving more.

Justin's hands unzipped and tugged down the open jeans, scooting back to pull them completely off, leaving his man naked, hard and dripping.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Justin breathed, completely undone by the sight of his lover.

Brian smiled and held out his hand, beckoning Justin back to him. Standing up, the younger man stripped off his own clothes, tossing them carelessly aside then rejoined Brian, laying his body fully on top of him.

"You're so incredible."

"Mmm," the man said contently, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh covering him, the wet, soft lips kissing his neck and the hard, hot cock rubbing back and forth against his.

"I want to make love to you."

Justin felt Brian's body tense slightly. Moving toward his ear, he whispered, "I love you, please let me do this. I want to feel you all around me."

Brian's body relaxed, knowing for certain that Justin did love him and reassuring himself that he could do it…that he wanted to do it. Moving his own mouth to rest against his lover's ear he breathed, "Yes."

'Fuck!' Justin screamed inside with elation as his heart sped up and his breathing instantly became labored. 'Shit, just don't let me come before I get inside him,' he silently prayed.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a condom and the tube of lube, placing the packet between his teeth, wanting to rip it open just like he'd seen Brian do so many times before. But for some reason, his fingers were trembling and his teeth just couldn't seem to tear the stubborn packaging and he growled in frustration.

Laughing, which didn't seem to go over so well with the angry blond on top of him, Brian placed his hands around Justin's, taking the condom packet from him and proceeded to open it himself, without any difficulty at all.

"Show off," the younger man pouted.

Brian just smiled, enjoying the gasp and moan as he rolled the thin latex over Justin's cock.

Determined to prove himself, Justin flicked at the top of the lube, smiling when it actually opened then squeezed a generous amount in his palm. He looked up at Brian, just about to stick his tongue out at the older man, but at the last moment thought better of it.

Justin slid between Brian's parted legs, turning slightly to rub some of the now warmed lube onto his pulsing erection. As he turned back, his eyes met Brian's and he moved his hand downward towards the goal.

"Justin," Brian called out, stopping the man mid-motion.

"Yeah?"

Pulling his lips into his mouth, Brian took a minute to answer, and when he did his voice was soft and full of emotion. "I don't…I haven't bottomed for a long, long time. So…I…I just wanted you to know that."

Smiling, Justin understood exactly what Brian was telling him. He knew that words were sometimes hard for his lover, and he was getting used to reading between the lines. Brian wanted him to understand how special he was, and how he wanted to give this to him. It made Justin want it that much more.

Nodding, Justin pressed his slick finger up against Brian's hole and ran it around in small circles, not pushing in, just getting the man used to the feeling. Brian bucked his hips slightly in reaction and Justin smiled, his eyes never leaving Brian's.

Not able to wait any longer, needing to feel the velvety softness, Justin pushed, his digit slipping into the incredible tightness and he moaned, eager to feel it wrapped around his cock.

Brian winced slightly but quickly calmed down, relaxing enough so that Justin's finger slid fully in, shifting around, pulling in and out over and over again, loosening the muscles further when he added a second, then a third finger.

Trying to keep control, Brian refused to move back against Justin's hand but had a hard time staying still as the movements caused such great pleasure inside of him…especially when…"Ah, fuck," he shouted as the blond's finger brushed across his swollen prostate again.

"Brian, are…are you ready?" Justin panted, barely holding on.

Brian nodded quickly and just as fast the younger man pulled his fingers free, grabbed his dick, placed the head swiftly against his lover's well, lubed hole and pushed.

"Oh, God!" Justin moaned so loud and strong as his cock slid right into Brian ass. He'd never felt anything as good…well, okay, except for when Brian was inside of him…but this was amazing too. Fuck, it was so hot and tight and wet and slippery and…"Oh, God!" he called out again.

Smiling, feeling completely euphoric, Brian wrapped his long legs around Justin's slim hips, pushing him even deeper inside, enjoying the cry of his panting lover.

Not able to keep still Justin's hips snapped back and forth, pulling out then thrusting back in hard and fast and deep. He wanted to slow it down, take his time but he knew that it wasn't an option. Smiling he thought, 'Maybe next time.'

"What's so funny?"

Not having realized that he'd closed his eyes, he opened them and found himself staring down into a pair of warm, hazel eyes that held everything he knew he'd ever wanted or needed. "Nothing, this is so fucking unbelievable."

"It is," Brian breathed, tightening the muscles in his ass, watching as Justin's mouth fell open and he moaned uncontrollably, jabbing forward as his body shook, bumping hard and fast into Brian's prostate. "Justin!"

Realizing what he'd accomplished and remembering the angle Justin pulled back and thrust in again at a constant pace, hitting Brian just right every single time until the older man was calling out loudly, his back arched sharply off the bed, his hands squeezing Justin's ass tightly in their grasp.

"Brian, I'm gonna…Oh, God…Bri…Bri…"

"Yeah, now…come, baby…come…"

And they did. Rocking hard together as Brian pulsed and shot his load in long, pearly streams between them, one shot landing right across Justin's cheek. And Justin stiffened and came deep inside his lover, feeling the man's spasms grip him so tightly that he cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Arghhh," Justin grunted, falling against the sturdy frame beneath him.

Brian's legs fell flat onto the bed and his arms shifted upward across Justin's back, pulling the smaller man tight against him, never wanting to let go.

"That was so great, Bri. Thank you," Justin purred, his chin resting on Brian's chest.

Brian's eyes landed on the stream of cum now drying across Justin's cheek, then shifted, taking in the man's entire perfect face, flushed and gleaming with sweat and he smiled. "You're welcome."

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