Small Town
Part 29
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Brian picked Justin and Daphne up together in front of Daphne’s house at 5:45, and right away it started.
“Hi, Brian,” Daphne purred, batting her eyes and smiling sweetly.
“Hi Daphne,” Brian replied, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, then pulling back and smiling broadly, enjoying the woman’s dreamy look. He couldn’t help but laugh as her hand moved to her face, gently rubbing the spot where his lips had been.
“God, Daphne, he’s GAY and he’s MINE,” Justin said, shaking his head in amazement of his best friend’s actions.
“I…I know that Justin, but, he’s so cuuuuteeee,” the woman swooned.
“Cute? CUTE?” Brian asked with astonishment. Damn, he was more than just cute.
“Okay, gorgeous…better?” Daphne asked with a smile.
“Definitely. Now, both of you get in the back so we can get this little escapade underway.”
“But, I don’t want to sit in the back, I want to sit up front with you,” Justin whined.
“Baby, I know you do, but remember about our fourth for the evening?” the older man said, wanting so badly to take his lover into his arms and hold him, but out in the open he had to settle for using an intimate tone of voice that would hopefully do the same.
“Oh, yeah, right. I guess YOUR DATE will have to sit with you,” the blond replied, climbing into the back beside HIS date. ‘How fucked is this,’ he thought.
Starting the car, Brian looked in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of his lover’s sad eyes. He reached back, more comfortable now that they were inside the car and not where everyone could see, and placed his hand on Justin’s knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He was happy to see the blue eyes brighten slightly in response.
The drive over to Lindsay’s was filled with comfortable banter between the three passengers. Daphne seemed to be in complete awe of Brian, flirting with him and flattering him shamelessly…Brian seemed to be tolerating and even slightly enjoying and encouraging the woman…and Justin thought that both of them were nuts.
“I’ll be right back,” Brian said, hopping out of the jeep as they pulled up in front of Lindsay’s uncle’s house.
“Are you nervous?” Daphne asked her friend when they were alone.
“No, why should I be?” Justin was completely confused by the question.
“Well, it’s just that SHE’S on the date with Brian and YOU have to watch it all.”
Justin was quiet for a minute, then his eyes shot up to meet his friends and he said, “OH FUCK!”
Smiling at the expected reaction, Daphne put her hand on the blond’s arm and said calmly, “It’ll be okay. Just remember, it’s not a REAL date, well, at least not from Brian’s point of view.”
Nodding his head, Justin tried to focus on that. “It’s not real…it’s just pretend…just doing what he has to…not real,” he repeated over and over, feeling himself begin to relax and the tightening in his chest begin to lessen.
“Right, so, don’t worry, and besides, I’ll be there, so you can always lean on me,” the woman said with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, right, as long as I don’t have to pry you off of MY boyfriend’s lap first.”
Daphne just shrugged and smiled innocently, but couldn’t help thinking, ‘Hmph, I wonder if I COULD sit on Brian’s lap?’ She was brought out of her fantasy by the sound of the opening car door.
“Oh, um, hello,” Lindsay said, noticing the couple in the backseat as she started to get into the jeep.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
Once he shut Lindsay’s door, Brian went around the jeep and got in, closed the door then turned sideways so that he could see the other passengers, but focused on Lindsay and said, “I hope you don’t mind that my friends came along. We thought we could make it a double date.”
“Uh, no…no, that’s fine, I don’t mind at all,” the blonde woman replied with a sweet smile. “I’m Lindsay,” she said to the couple in the back.
“Daphne.”
“Justin.”
“Nice to meet you both. I’m, uh, glad to get to know Brian’s friends,” Lindsay said, trying her best to sound happy about the sudden change of plans. Well, at least it was sudden for her. She was expecting to have Brian all to herself for the evening, and couldn’t help but be a little disappointed at the new participants on their date. She really wasn’t sure if she should be upset or glad. Was Brian bringing his friends along because he didn’t want to be alone with her, or did he bring them because he wanted her to meet them? It could be for either reason. Turning towards her date, she caught Brian’s eye and smiled at the gorgeous man, receiving a smile in return, giving her the thought that maybe she should be glad after all. Satisfied that the evening would be just as great as she’d planned, she turned to look out her window, watching the scenery pass by, just happy to be on their second date.
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“Oh, Brian, this place is so nice,” Lindsay beamed, placing her hand casually on Brian’s.
Justin took a deep breath and tried to ignore the anger that began to bubble inside of him.
“So, how do you all know each other?” Lindsay asked, trying to engage the others in conversation while they waited for their meals.
“Oh, well, we, uh…” Daphne stammered, only to be saved by Justin.
“We all went to school together,” the blond said, which really wasn’t a lie. They HAD been in the same school, just not in the same year, or the same classes, and they hadn’t even said a word to each other there. But, they all HAD been in the building at the same time as each other…probably.
“Oh, that’s great. So, um, where are you going for school next year, Daphne?”
“I’m not too sure yet. I applied to a whole bunch of schools, so I’ll just have to see where I get accepted and then decide.”
Nodding and smiling at the other woman, Lindsay then turned to Justin and asked, “And you?”
“Well, um, I’m also not too sure. I applied to some universities and art schools, so I’ll just…”
“Right, Brian told me about you before,” she said, cutting Justin off and placing her hand on Brian’s arm again when she turned to him and smiled, remembering the conversation from their first date. “You also applied to the New York Academy of Art,” she finished, looking back at Justin.
“Also?” Justin asked, trying his best to give the woman a genuine smile when all he really wanted to do was move across the table and rip her hand off of HIS lover’s arm.
“I’m going there. I’ve already gotten my acceptance letter, so I know I’m in.”
“Oh, uh, that’s great,” the young man said quietly. He hadn’t heard anything yet.
“She got an early acceptance, Justin. Her mother’s on the board,” Brian said quickly, not missing the way his boyfriend’s eyes fell and the tone of his voice. He didn’t want him to think that Lindsay was better than him, in any way.
“Yeah, he’s right, well, at least my mother’s good for something,” Lindsay said with a roll of her eyes.
Noises of agreement from around the table in reaction to Lindsay’s comment only seemed to bring about more talk of how overbearing, manipulative and controlling their horrible parents were, resulting in a few heated stories, several sympathetic sighs, and lots of laughter.
All in all everyone seemed to be having a good time. The food was great and the conversation never lulled. The only problem was, that Lindsay constantly had her hands on Brian. Either a playful swat of his chest, a gesturing hand on his arm or once she even went so far as to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. And that one was the last straw for Justin.
“Excuse me,” Justin said with a fake smile, getting up to go to the men’s room. Once he made it to the safety of the stall, he rested his forehead against the back of the door, trying to calm himself down. He heard a soft rap at the door and the sound of Brian’s voice.
“Baby, are you alright?”
“No,” Justin answered softly, but truthfully. He opened the door and came face to face with his boyfriend.
“Let me in,” the brunet said as he brushed past Justin and locked the door behind them.
“Bri, I don’t think that this is a good idea.”
Bending forward, pressing his forehead against his lovers, Brian said, “What’s going on out there?”
Sighing at the definitely better feel of Brian’s forehead against his instead of the stall door, Justin said meekly, “I…I guess, I just don’t like the way that she’s all over you.”
“Lindsay?”
“No, the lady three tables over, of course Lindsay,” the blond answered with a scowl on his face.
“Baby, you know you have nothing to worry about,” Brian told his lover as he let his hand trail down the front of the blond’s shirt then slip inside, needing to touch the warm, soft skin.
“Brian,” Justin purred at the feel of the man’s long fingers brushing against his stomach.
“Ahhhh, baby…please…don’t,” the older man moaned. He wondered if he’d ever not be affected by the way the blond said his name.
Smiling brightly, feeling much better than he did when he came in, Justin shifted and pressed his lips to his lover’s. “Brian,” he whispered against the man’s heated flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” the dark-haired man gasped as his cock leapt in his pants. He pulled back, trying desperately to regain his control. His eyes met the bright, blue ones staring back at him and he felt his dick throb at the burning lust so clearly there.
“I want you,” the younger man moaned, moving his hand down to cup the hard bulge in Brian’s pants.
“I want you too, but we have all night. We just have to get through dinner and then I’m yours,” Brian said, removing his lover’s hand from his crotch and placing it on his waist.
“You’re not mine now?” Justin asked with a pout, moving his hand back to Brian’s cock.
Shaking his head at the drama queen, Brian said sweetly, “Of course I’m yours. I’m always yours. Just right now, you have to share me a little.” Then he took Justin’s hand off of his groin and brought it up to his lips, placing soft kisses against the palm.
“I don’t like to share,” the blond said, keeping his lower lip pushed out for affect.
Laughing softly, Brian said, “You share now and I’ll share this with you later,” and he grabbed the still prominent bulge in his pants.
Casting his eyes downwards then back up again to meet the smoldering, hazel eyes that he had quickly come to love, Justin smiled wickedly and replied, “Okay, but you’d better be prepared to share that A LOT.”
Unlocking and opening the stall door, Brian pushed the blond ahead of him and said with a grin, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m a really good sharer.”
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“Boy, I have such an incredible headache. Justin, do you mind taking me home?” Daphne asked with a pained look on her face.
Glancing down at his watch and smiling inwardly, Brian mentally commended Daphne on her perfect timing. They had just paid the bill and he thought it looked like Lindsay was getting ready to settle in for a while longer to talk. He’d have to thank Daphne later for her help.
“Brian, do you mind?” Justin asked, then turned to Lindsay and said, apologetically, “I’m really sorry to cut your evening short, but Brian drove so he has to take us home.”
“Oh, um, no, I understand. Don’t worry about it,” the well-mannered woman said with a smile that she hoped looked genuine, when she was actually sort of pissed off. All night she’d been making little moves and overtures towards Brian and had received nothing in return. She was hoping that this, being their second date would have had a more productive outcome, but now she wasn’t so sure about that. Especially now that they had to leave to take the other couple home. She had wanted to spend some more time with Brian, but it looked like that wasn’t about to happen. Unless…”Brian, why don’t we leave now. I don’t think that Daphne looks too good.”
Before Brian could answer, Justin said, “Good idea, let’s go.” And with that, he stood up and headed out of the restaurant with the other’s trailing behind.
Piling into the jeep, with Brian and Lindsay in the front and Justin and Daphne in back again, Brian said, “Is it okay if I take you home first Lindsay? You are the closest and it’s getting kind of late. I have to get into work early tomorrow morning.” He glanced sideways at the woman and pretended not to see the slightly fallen look on her face.
“Well, I, uh, guess so,” Lindsay said quietly. Obviously her plan of dropping off Justin and Daphne, then having some private time with Brian in the backseat of his jeep had failed. She sighed and slumped down in her seat, hoping that she could convince her uncle to get her another date with the gorgeous man beside her.
Justin smiled brightly in the back seat, having seen the frown spread across Lindsay’s face and the defeated way she fell into her seat.
Brian looked in the rearview mirror, catching the sparkle in his lover’s eyes and smiled, realizing that his plan had worked perfectly.