The Promise

Author's Notes: I am on my knees (not what you think, dirty minds!) bowing to Shannon Marie for all her work betaing this.  IT'S (ha, ha – inside joke) great working with her!

Warnings: Mild S&M action. YUM!

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As soon as Brian walked through the loft door his knew it would start. He wasn't disappointed.

Justin sat on the leather sofa with his back to the door. As soon as he heard the elevator approach, he knew that Brian was home. He heard the key turn in the lock and the heavy metal door slide open. He turned his head to see his lover walk into their home. By the look on the older man's face, Justin knew that he would have to think quickly if he wanted things to go his way. And he had every intention of things going his way tonight.

Brain pulled the entrance door closed, walked into the loft and dropped his briefcase onto one of the bar stools. Justin watched him as he crossed the room, but made no move to approach him. Silently, Brian moved towards the bedroom, loosening his tie and removing his suit jacket as he went. As he reached the steps to the platform he heard Justin's voice. 'He held out longer than I thought he would,' Brian thought to himself.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Brian thought it would be more than that. Maybe he'd been wrong about tonight. But just as the thought occurred to him he heard his lover's voice again. This time it was closer. He could hear the voice traveling towards him.

"Did you remember?" Justin asked him without too much force.

"Remember what?" Brian felt that he couldn't give in too easily.

Further into the bedroom, the older man continued to remove his work clothes as Justin moved closer to the bedroom stairs. He'd taken his clothes off and thrown them in the pile for the housekeeper to take to the cleaners the next day. He decided that he wanted to be comfortable for the evening he knew he would have to face.

Justin saw the man disrobing as he approached the steps to their bedroom. He climbed them and stood at the entrance and watched Brian's daily after-work ritual. He wasn't sure what the man would do after his work clothes were shed. What he put on would make it clear to Justin what he planned for the evening. If he put on his tight jeans and a fitted shirt, he knew that Brian had no intention of honoring his promise and would be heading to Woody's or Babylon for the evening. But, if he put on his old faded jeans or sweats and a old t-shirt or wife beater, then he would be staying in and dealing with the situation. At least Justin hoped he would deal. That remained to be seen.

Justin remained silent as Brian went to his closet to pull out the clothes he was going to put on. Then he watched as he Brian turned and instead pulled open a drawer from his dresser, taking out a pair of sweats and a plain old white t-shirt. Justin let out the breath he'd been holding. He watched as Brian dressed and then entered the bathroom. A few minutes later he heard the toilet flush and Brian wash his hands. He was still standing in the same spot when Brian returned.

Now Brian was his.

"What do you mean 'remember what'?" Justin asked, now a little more forcefully.

Brian moved to go down the stairs back into the body of the loft, but was stopped in his tracks by his lover's firm stare. He knew Justin was not going to give up so easily.

"Brian, we had a deal. You knew what you were supposed to do today. Right?"

"Justin," Brian pleaded softly.

"No, Brian, you promised," the younger man whined.

Brian could almost see Justin stamp his foot like a three year old that didn't get his way. His eyes looked disappointed and glassy. No, the boy was not going to cry. Brian was at a loss for words already, as talking was never his strong point. He tried to look at Justin's face, gauging how much he would be able to get away with. He didn't see much room for compromise.

"Baby, I know I promised, but, I just couldn't do it." Brian tried his hardest to look innocent, but it just wasn't a look he could really pull off. He tried the whole 'puppy dog eyes' trick that always seemed to work so well when Justin pulled it on him, but for some reason, on him, it just didn't look so innocent. He could tell Justin was not buying it at all. His lover's eyes were still glassy and his mouth began to get that adorable little pout that it did when he didn't get what he wanted.

Justin realized that the weepy eyes and pout were not going to get Brian this time. They usually did work, but not today. He would have to take another approach. He straightened up his frame and tried to stand at his utmost complete height next to the very tall man beside him. He squared his shoulders and moved in for the kill.

"You lost the bet. I won. You have to do it. There's no backing out," Justin stated very firmly while looking directly into his lover's hazel eyes.

"It wasn't a fair bet to begin with. Of course Mikey would run and blab his big mouth to Emmett and Ted as soon as he found out. You know he can't keep anything good to himself for a minute," Brian protested.

"Yes, of course I know what a shit Michael is, but you swore that he wouldn't do it with something so personal. But he did. He just had to prove how worthless his word really is." Justin was adamant about Michael being a jerk and wasn't going to let it go this time.

"So, that we agree on."

"Yeah, we agree that Michael is a prick, but, that doesn't get YOU off the hook."

Justin had a wicked smile on his face, and Brian knew that he would have to try much harder if he had any hope of not having to go through with his promise.

Brian moved past Justin this time and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Justin. Brian twisted off the cap to his and drank the entire bottle. Justin made no attempt to even open his bottle, but reached out and took the empty bottle from the larger man's hands and placed both bottles on the counter. He took Brian's hands in his and tried to get his lover's attention. Brian raised his head from where he had been looking down at an imaginary spot on the counter and he reluctantly met Justin's eyes. He saw determination in the crystal blue orbs.

"You promised." It was said so softly yet it felt like he had etched it into the older man's skin. He had promised, and there was no getting away from that. One thing Brian Kinney never did was make a promise and then break it. He always kept his word. Always.

With pure resignation, Brian gave in. "Okay."

It was such a simple word, yet it had such powerful effects on the young boys demeanor. His eyes brightened, his skin glowed his body jumped with delight - but most important of all - his face beamed in one of his beautiful 'Sunshine' smiles and it was directed solely at Brian.

The older man dropped his lover's hand and moved past him towards the barstool that he had placed his briefcase on upon entering the loft not too long ago. Justin watched him, his face still beaming, but there was confusion in his eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together in question of what Brian was doing. He told the boy that he wasn't able to do it today, so Justin figured that he would do it tomorrow. If that was the case, what was he retrieving from his briefcase?

Brian punched in the code on the lock of his briefcase and the top popped open. He looked up at Justin's questioning face as he reached inside and pulled out a black plastic bag. He could see Justin's face instantly change with the understanding of what his lover had done. The older man closed his briefcase and slowly moved past the blonde, making his way towards the bedroom, black bag in hand.

Justin said nothing but watched as his lover continued up the stairs to the platform, disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He was speechless and for several minutes hadn't moved from his spot. But as the knowledge of what his lover was doing in the bathroom began to dawn on him - his head began to reel. He knew he would have a hard time as soon as Brian suggested this 'bet'. If Brian had lost, like he did, Justin knew it would be a fight to get him to give in, and he was right. But, he did give in and the proof was about to show itself.

Justin wanted to be ready for his lover as he exited the bathroom and moved swiftly to the bedroom, removed his clothes, leaving on just his black briefs, and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard shuffling noises coming from inside the bathroom, and just imagined what Brian was doing. He wouldn't have to wait much longer as he heard the lock on the door turn and the door slowly opened.

"Oh, my, God," was all Justin's mouth could seem to come up with as his lover exited the bathroom and came into full view.

The site made Justin instantly hard and he thought if he looked much longer, he would come in his underwear.

Brian stood before him, wearing only a black leather jock and a black leather collar with a design stitched across the middle. Justin couldn't quite make out the pattern from where he stood. In Brian's right hand was a pair of black leather handcuffs, which he held by one finger and swung around.

The longer Justin stared at his lover, the more his mouth watered and his cock ached. He needed to touch his man and do more. Much, much more.

It was rare for Brian to be self-conscious, in any state of dress, but as he stood in front of his lover, he felt uncomfortable. Exposed and vulnerable. He never had a problem with the whole S&M thing, for other people. But to dress in the various outfits and prance around just wasn't for him. Maybe if it were Justin standing in their bedroom, wearing nothing but the leather jock and collar - well - that was a thought Brian enjoyed.

But, as reality came back to him and he realized that it was in fact he, himself that was dressed for show he wasn't so sure about it all. He could feel his lover's eyes running the length of his body, stopping to pay close attention to his tight leather jock that held his cock and balls snuggly against his body. They said it was an extra-large, but who knows. The feel of the custom made collar was beginning to irritate him less the longer he had it on. Neither man moved towards the other, frozen by the awkwardness and waiting for the other one to do something first.

Justin realized that he should do something since it was his payment for the bet Brian had lost. He moved closer to his lover who remained still. The blonde ran his hand seductively down the older man's chest, over his firm stomach, across his ribs to his back and down his strong back to his exposed firm ass. The jock was backless as the thong part disappeared into the crack of Brian's ass. Justin rested his hand on Brian's ass, moving slowly towards the center, took hold of the top of the thong, encased in Brian's crack and gently pulled upwards. The surprised force on Brian's cock and balls caused him to moan out loud. The younger man pulled the thong again, this time harder. Brian was not surprised this time and made no sound, but the effect on his growing erection was evident.

Justin gently pushed on his lover's back, wanting him to move towards the bed in front of him. Brian obeyed and walked to the edge of the bed and stood facing it, waiting for his lover's further instructions.

"Lie down in the middle of the bed on your stomach," the younger man instructed.

Brian got onto the bed and crawled towards the center and lay face down. His arms were at his sides, legs slightly apart and he placed his head on the pillow. He turned his head towards Justin who was still standing beside the bed. Justin bent down towards his lover's face and gave a gentle kiss to his exposed cheek. A reward for obeying his master. While he bent, Justin retrieved the leather handcuffs from his lover's hand. He reached over and placed the key to the cuffs on the bedside table for safe keeping. Justin drew his lover's arms across his back and joined them together with the cuffs behind him. Brian wanted to protest but he knew he had no say in what was going to be done. Justin stood up and moved towards the low cabinets that ran along the side of the room. He opened one and removed a long silk scarf. He made his way back towards the bed with his eyes fixed on the sight of his lover's long body, bound before him. He knelt on the floor beside his lover's head and spoke softly as he did his work.

"I'm going to blindfold you so that you can concentrate on the feelings your body is receiving," Justin told Brian.

Brian started to struggle and was about to protest to the scarf Justin tied around his eyes, but again realized that he was not the one controlling their play. He settled down and adjusted to the dark that surrounded him. Justin remained on his knees and ran his hand down Brian's bound arm to his cuffed hands, which were resting on his lower back. Justin wanted to get Brian as hot as he felt just looking at him.

"Brian, you are so beautiful. Your arms bound like this, making you helpless and at my mercy. I can do anything I want to you and there's nothing you can do about it." As Justin spoke he stood and removed his underwear and threw it aside. He climbed onto the bed, taking the lube and a condom with him from the bedside table and placing them next to his lover's leg for later. He straddled Brian's thighs. His penis was now fully erect and he rubbed it along the crack of Brian's ass. The power the younger man felt was intoxicating. It heightened the feeling in his cock as he moved against his restrained lover even further.

Brian held the moan that threatened to escape him as his lover continued to rub against his ass. He felt vulnerable to his lover's desires. He thought that being tied up and helpless would make him weak. But he felt liberated at the fact that he had no choices to make. He had given up his control to the young man above him and the result was overwhelming. His senses were on overload and he could feel every nerve in his body awaken.

Justin could feel Brian trying not to move his hips against the bed beneath him as he rubbed against the older man's ass. The slight movements that Brian did make, not being able to completely stop his urges, let Justin know how turned on his lover was by everything. Justin couldn't help the way he felt knowing he dominated Brian and was going to take full advantage of this rare occasion.

Justin spread the globes of Brian's ass open to push his cock further into his lovers crack. He felt Brian shiver as his dick brushed lightly over his tight pucker. The low growl that rumbled from the older man's chest couldn't be ignored.

"You like that, don't you Brian? You love the feel of my cock rubbing against your hole. My sweet precum leaking against you. I know you want to reach back and taste it, don't you?"

Justin pinched the head of his erection and was rewarded with a generous bubble of precum. He gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. He rubbed the fluid between his thumb and middle finger, then moved them up to Brian's mouth.

"Open up for your taste," Justin told his lover and he did as instructed. Brian opened his mouth and felt as Justin's finger entered it. He closed his lips around the middle finger, sucking the liquid that dripped off of it. It was so sweet. It tasted like his baby. The older man couldn't help but moan as he sucked on the finger that Justin was now thrusting in and out of his mouth. The sensation it caused for Justin was delicious. His head was thrown back and he moaned loudly at the feel of his finger being sucked. If felt like Brian had his dick in his mouth and was blowing him.

"Ahhhh…yeah…suck it Brian…ah," Justin moaned out.

Brian was rubbing his rock hard erection roughly against the bed. The jock was tight to begin with, but now it fit like a second skin. The tightness was causing a sweet kind of torture in his balls and at his hole. The thong pulled tighter against his pucker as his erection grew and it caused a tingling sensation at his hole. His senses were completely heightened as he couldn't see what was happening to him, but only feel it. Justin was in total control and had taken full advantage. He treated Brian in ways that he would not normally have treated him. It was turning Brian on.

The blonde removed his finger from his lover's mouth and Brian groaned at the loss. Justin felt the need to move on as his cock was rock hard. He was so excited from the power he felt and now was the time to put that power to the test.

He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and pulled slightly upwards on Brian's slim hips. His lover understood what he wanted and raised his hips to allow the pillow to be inserted under him. Justin settled between his lover's long legs, spreading them further to accommodate him and got comfortable. He bent down and kissed along the outside edge of the crack of his lover's beautiful firm behind. He licked softly, just flicked his tongue out and took little licks, over and over again, not even parting his cheeks yet. Brian's breathing had become loud and heavy. He felt a jolt in his balls every time he felt the wetness of his baby's tongue on his skin. He needed more. If it were Justin he would have been begging by now for Brian to move on and do something. But the older man couldn't do that. He wanted to shout to Justin to eat his ass, but he couldn't. His body felt like one big nerve and every touch and lick was sweet torture.

Justin knew that Brian was squirming and wanted to shout to him to do something, but wouldn't allow himself that. He loved when the younger man begged, but Justin knew that Brian would never give that up easily. Well, it was time to try for it.

"Do you feel my tongue Brian? Can you feel it licking your ass? Do you want more? Do you want me to stick it in and eat your ass until you scream and beg me to fuck you? Would you like that Bri?" Justin continued to lick and flick his tongue around the crack as he taunted the older man

Brian's body broke out in a sweat as he panted openly now. He wanted to yell. He wanted to beg. He wanted Justin to do everything he had asked him. He didn't feel he could hold out much longer without breaking his silence and beg the boy to do him. It was taking all his will power and he felt it slipping fast. 'Oh fuck,' Brian thought, 'I'm done'.

Justin felt Brian's body respond to his taunting by the increased speed at which he rubbed his cock up and down. He knew Brian needed more and decided to give it to him. He grabbed the lube from next to the older man's leg and squeezed some out onto his hand. He rubbed it between his fingers to warm it and coat his digits. Without warning he lifted his face from Brian's ass, spread his cheeks and pressed his lubed middle finger against Brian's hole, and pushed in swiftly.

"Oh, fuck…yeah…Justin…fuck," Brian shouted out.

The feel of pushing his finger into Brian's ass, along with the tightness he felt around his finger and his lover's shouts at the intrusion made Justin scream out in pleasure.

"Oh, god, Brian…you feel go so hot and tight," Justin yelled.

The younger man continued fingering his lover's ass, adding a second and then a third finger. He thrust in hard repeatedly and hit the older man's prostate with each pass. Brian's arms jerked up and tried to free themselves. The scarf across his eyes had become wet with sweat but continued to heighten his pleasure by the lack of his sight. Brian had a lot of stamina and could last longer than pretty much anyone, but his baby was testing his limits tonight.

Justin knew that Brian was just about at the end of his rope. The boy was very pleased with himself having lasted this long as well. He knew if he had had any direct stimulation of his cock he would have come long ago. He was so turned on from being able to touch and control his lover. He never knew that power could bring out such intense feelings in him.

The blonde grabbed the condom wrapper off the bed and ripped it open with his teeth. He pulled it out of its casing and placed it over his leaking, throbbing erection. If Brian heard the sound of the wrapper he didn't indicate it. The older man was so caught up in the fingers in his ass that Justin could have yelled fire drill and he wouldn't have noticed. There was no need for more lube as he had used quite a generous amount on his fingers and had worked at Brian's asshole well to loosen it.

Quickly, the boy pulled his fingers from his lover's ass and Brian groaned loudly in protest. But, before he could get too much out, he felt Justin pull aside the thong in his crack and press the head of his cock against his slightly gaping pucker. Forcefully he pushed all the way into his lover in one swift move. Brian and Justin both gasped and moaned loudly at the intense penetration. Justin gave his lover a moment to adjust and then pulled out quickly, leaving only the head of his cock inside. Brian tried to contract his muscles to squeeze the head but it was so slippery it was hard to do. Justin thrust right back in again, this time hitting Brian's prostate with the head of his cock.

"Fuck, fuck…Justin…more…fuck me hard…now," Brian screamed. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He pushed back and tried to get Justin inside him as deep as he could and as hard as he could. He wasn't used to bottoming, a fact Justin was well aware of, but this was fucking fantastic.

"Brian….ohhh….Brian…you're so fucking tight…I want to fuck you so hard," Justin groaned out on top of Brian's words.

They continued to fuck hard. Justin slammed into Brian and angled his hips so that he jabbed the older man's prostate with every entry and exit. Brian met every one of the blonde's thrusts and soon Justin barely even pulled out and just rammed over and over into his lover's battered hole.

Brian couldn't hold out any longer. He had been tortured and teased so long before that he was ready to explode. He felt the jolts of pleasure shoot in his groin and without much warning came hard and sharp. His cock, still confined in the skin tight leather jock strap pulsed and the cum shot out. The jock caught the fluid as it continued to shoot from his piss hole.

"Oh fuck, Justin…I'm coming…I'm coming," Brian moaned not giving his partner much warning as he didn't have much of a warning himself.

The blonde felt his lover's hole abruptly contract and squeeze his aching cock. He heard him moan out in the throes of his orgasm. The channel around him continued to spasm and he knew it was his turn now. He jabbed Brian's hole two more times and came.

"Bri…Brian…I…I…oh…I…ahhh," the younger man's orgasm was so intense that he couldn't complete his thoughts.

He felt his balls tighten and the pleasure shoot down his spine and out the end of his dick. His orgasm was intense and he felt the cum shoot into the condom over and over until he felt as if he had been milked dry.

Justin collapsed on the man beneath him, but couldn't stay like that for long as Brian's bound hands pressed into his stomach and made it difficult to breath. Brian panted and tried to bring his breathing back to normal. His hands were becoming numb from having been restricted behind him for so long. He needed his lover to release them but couldn't catch his breath long enough to get the words out. The younger man sensed that his lover's arms might be uncomfortable by now. Justin slid his softening dick out of his lover's hole, removed the condom and tossed it beside the bed. He rose and retrieved the key for the cuffs from the bedside table and proceeded to unlock and release his lover from his binds. He pulled the now sweat soaked scarf off of Brian's eyes and the older man blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes to get them used to the light again.

Brian, now freed, turned over onto his back and released the pressure on his softening dick in it's leather casing. It was wet and leaked from the sides. He must have shot a huge load. He felt the sweat run down along his neck underneath the leather collar he still had on and gave a tug at it.

The younger man flopped down beside him on his stomach exhausted. "That was fucking amazing, Brian." Justin couldn't contain his happiness coming down from such a power high. He felt that Brian had more than kept his promise and had come through big time. He just wished it hadn't been such a struggle to get Brian to do what he had agreed to in the first place. The bet was Brian's idea after all and he had brought up the consequences the loser would have to pay. He obviously thought that Justin would be the one to lose. Brian never lost at anything.

Justin turned towards his lover who was so quiet and watched him as his breathing returned to normal. He studied his face and moved his body up slightly so that he could reach his lover's inviting lips. Justin kissed him softly and Brian kissed back.

"Thank you," Justin stated softly as he looked into his love's eyes.

"For what?" Brian asked while keeping his eye's locked on his baby's blue eyes.

"For keeping your promise. For doing all this." The boy swept his hand across the larger man's body to indicate that by what he was wearing he had come through on his part of the bet. Even if reluctantly.

Brian closed his eyes and tried to relax from their recent encounter. Justin felt his eyes released from his lover's gaze and shifted his eyes to the black leather collar around his lover's beautiful neck. He looked closer at the collar and remembered that he had seen some sort of design on it when Brian had first emerged from the bathroom. He could see the silver-gray stitching closely now. It was subtle against the black leather and you had to look to really see it. It took only a moment for him to realize what the pattern was. His eyes widened with the knowledge. His lover was unaware of this change in the younger man's face as his eyes were still shut. But how could that it be? There is no way that this could have just been there at the store today. The only explanation was…NO WAY!

Justin tried not to gasp out loud as he realized what the unique stitching had to mean. He'd been played. He had to figure out the right way to handle this. Brian was always tricky and he had to outsmart him. He knew his lover was exhausted and he figured that he could use it to his advantage. Sometimes being younger did have its pluses. The blonde could fuck hard and recover with very little time, ready to go again, where as the older man sometimes needed a longer break before his strength would return.

"Bri, you look so sexy. When you walked out of the bathroom in that jock and collar I thought I would come in my underwear. The leather of the jock is so tight and forms to your cock so nicely. And that collar. So stark against your beautiful long neck. What a sight." The boy spoke softly and seductively as he tried to throw his lover off balance.

"Mmmm," was all that Brian could summon.

Moving on. "I really didn't think that you would go through with this. But when you reached into your briefcase and pulled out that bag, I didn't know my dick could get so hard so fast by just the thought of something. I imagined you in the store today, picking out what you were going to wear. Picking out just the right jock. Holding it up to make sure it was big enough for the package, of course." Justin was laying it on thick now.

"Yeah. I did do that." Brian managed a few more words this time.

Time to move in for the kill. "And last week when you went to order your collar it must have been hot seeing all the ones to choose from." This was it.

"Yeah. It was a complete turn on getting just the right fit," Brian tiredly spoke out. Not really aware of what he had said.

"I KNEW IT!" Justin bolted up next to Brian and shocked his exhausted lover, who then realized what he had confirmed.

"Shit!' It was the older man's only reply as he became wide awake.

"What the fuck, Brian. You made me feel guilty, like I was making you do something you didn't want to. Playing with me the whole time. You had that collar custom made so there's no way you went to the store today and suffered picking those things out. Then you came home and played all shy. 'Remember what Justin. I couldn't Justin'," Justin mimicked Brian from their earlier conversation. "You fucking played me!"

Brian was shaken as he knew he had been caught and his little show of apprehension at the start of their evening fell apart. He tried to grab hold of Justin's hand to explain to him in his own way, but the boy was having none of that. He was pissed.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to play with you. I. I..." He couldn't go on. He didn't know what to say. He was slightly embarrassed at the fact that he wanted to do this and couldn't just come right out and tell his lover that. He had wanted Justin to take control and dominate him. Blindfold and bind him. He wanted all of that and more.

"Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted. You can tell me anything and I'll never laugh at you or judge you. Never." Justin's temper had lessened as he realized that Brian felt insecure about what he had wanted. Brian was lying next to him open and exposed, which is exactly what he didn't want his young lover to know. He wanted to feel that way but if Justin thought it was by his doing and Brian had no choice, then the older man didn't have to take any of the fallout of it. For wanting that release.

Justin let Brian take his hand when he reached for it this time and looked at the older man's face, which looked humbled. "Okay Justin. I'll try next time and won't play games with you. I'll tell you what I need, even if it's hard for me. Okay?"

"Okay," the blonde answered softly.

Brian leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his baby's lips.

The younger man relaxed and moved to lie back down for a nap.

"Just one thing," realization dawned on the older man. "How did you know I didn't get the stuff today?"

Justin turned to look at his lover's face, now hovering over his and said simply, "I saw the stitching on the collar. I figured it had to be a special order because it's got to be one of a kind."

The older man's eyes widened as it dawned on him what had given him away. Those damned cowry shells.

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