Small Town
Part 30
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“So how upset was she when you walked her to the door and didn’t kiss her goodnight?” Justin asked Brian as he sat down on his bed, watching the other man close the window that he’d just climbed in.
“A little, I guess,” Brian said, looking at his boyfriend’s skeptical face, then shrugged his shoulders and added, “okay, a lot. She asked me if anything was wrong. If I had a problem with her because both times I’d taken her home right after dinner and hadn’t wanted to kiss her.”
“AND?”
Sitting down at the end of the bed, turning to face his lover, the brunet said quietly, “I told her that she was great, but that I’m old fashioned and don’t like to rush things.”
“YOU WHAT?”
“Shhh, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tell her that I’m in love with someone else and not interested in her, but then she’d tell her uncle, and my father would find out, and I’d be in deep shit trouble.”
Sighing loudly, Justin shook his head, realizing that his boyfriend was right. That’s the last thing the man needed. For his father to get angry and take it out on him. He would do anything that Brian needed to assure that that didn’t happen.
“So, you understand?” Brian asked softly, running his thumb across his lover’s cheek.
“I understand,” the blond replied, looking deeply into the captivating hazel eyes that were locked with his. “But, I still don’t like sharing,” he added, jutting his lip out for affect.
“Right, I seem to remember hearing something about that earlier tonight. And I also seem to recall promising you a treat if you acted like a good boy.”
“And I did…pretty much.”
“Yes, baby, you did,” the older man agreed, moving his thumb down to softly run across the blond’s lower lip, gasping when the man’s pink, wet tongue darted out to meet it. Staring down at the full, inviting, perfect mouth, Brian pressed forward, slipping his thumb into the waiting cavern.
“Mmmmmm” Justin purred around the digit.
“Oh, fuck,” Brian moaned, loving the feel of the warmth and wetness that immediately surrounded him. The pressure of Justin sucking on his thumb shot right to his dick as if the two were directly connected. It swelled in his pants and he had to shift to relieve the pressure.
Noticing his lover’s movement, Justin’s hand moved to the older man’s groin and cupped the large bulge. He met Brian’s eyes and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, unable to speak with his mouth still occupied.
Laughing softly, Brian moved his free hand to Justin’s groin, enjoying the feel of the hardened package he found there. “Seems that I’m not the only one who’s got something to share,” Brian said with a wicked grin.
Justin just nodded. He was more than happy to share.
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“Oh, God…Brian, yeah…harder…fuck me harder,” Justin moaned as his lover pounded into him. His head tossed from side to side, his heels tightened around Brian’s waist, digging further into his ass and his hands twisted the sheet clenched between his fingers.
“Baby, shhhhh…your parents…they’ll hear you,” Brian warned with a smile, not wanting to get caught but loving the affect he had on his lover. He lowered his body, letting his full weight rest on top of the younger man and remained still, with his cock buried fully inside Justin’s ass. His chest heaved, pushing back against the blond’s beneath him as they both tried to take in the desperately needed air. He stared at Justin, waiting for him to calm.
It took a full minute before Justin’s lust-crazed mind even realized that Brian had stopped moving. Panting, he turned his face and locked onto a pair of hazel eyes. “Wh-why’d you st-stop?” he asked, his mind still reeling with incredible pleasure.
“I love you,” Brian whispered. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the slightly swollen ones of his lover then pulled back up, locking his eyes onto the bright blue ones again.
Smiling, Justin replied, “I love you too.” He felt like Brian was searching deep within him for something as the man’s intense eyes burned into his. He felt them weave their way into his mind, then into his heart and finally into his soul. His body arched up, filled with an incredible sense of overwhelming love and need for the man above him. “Brian…please…oh, God…please,” he begged, feeling like he was beyond control of his words or movement. Like he was possessed by his emotions. By his love.
“Baby,” the brunet whispered, entranced by his lover. He felt and heard the desperate need in the man. He didn’t move, but continued to search his lover’s eyes, wanting to see every inch of the man, inside and out. He felt Justin’s body writhing beneath him, his hips rocking back and forth, trying desperately to fuck himself on Brian’s hard cock, still buried inside of him. The blond’s own erection was trapped between their bodies, pressing into their stomachs, sliding along in the wetness of the precum that leaked from his slit.
“Ahhhhhh, Brian…pleaaassseee,” Justin moaned, closing his eyes, not able to take the intensity of his lover’s gaze any longer. He felt like his body was going to explode into a million pieces and his mind would go along with it. His thoughts seemed to focus only on the incredible need he felt coursing through his body. He wanted release. He NEEDED release.
Sensing his lover’s turmoil, Brian began to move, never taking his eyes off of Justin’s beautiful, wanton face. The blond wore his emotions so clearly that Brian could see every nuance that his body and mind were feeling. Pulling out slowly then pushing back in at the same speed, he saw the relief wash over Justin’s face then the overbearing lust replace it. Again, the older man moved in and out, watching the emotions play across his lover’s angelic features…the images seeping deep into his soul…knowing that HE was responsible for making his lover feel that way.
“Oh, Bri…Bri…Bri…,” Justin chanted, lost in a haze of desire for his man. His back arched sharply off the bed, his head tipped back along the pillow and his hands reached up, grabbing onto his lover’s ass, pulling the man forcefully against him.
“Ahhhhh, Justin,” Brian gasped as he sunk impossibly deeper inside the man’s tightening channel from the firm grasp on his ass. He knew that Justin wasn’t going to last much longer and neither was he. He sped up his motion, thrusting faster and faster, barely pulling out at all.
“Yeah…there…fuck…Bri…ah…ahhhh…nowwwwww,” Justin whimpered as his body finally succumbed to his mind-blowing orgasm. He felt like he was watching himself, completely removed from the experience as his body exploded in a white, hot light that made every molecule in his being seem to float into the air. He felt the cum rip from his slit in long, hard spurts, over and over again, but he had no control over it. Each shot pulled the energy from every inch of his body, leaving him drained and completely spent.
“Baby…yeah…urghh…ughhhhhh,” Brian moaned, burying his head against his lover’s shoulder, trying to stifle the loud moan that threatened to erupt from his chest. He felt Justin’s ass clamp down on him so strongly that it was almost painful. He felt the wetness shoot between their bodies and the sensation threw him headfirst into his own orgasm. His body jerked with each shot of cum that flew from his dick, filling the condom to capacity. He couldn’t believe the intensity of his orgasm. It seemed to go on and on until his balls were completely empty. He slumped down, letting his body go limp against the man beneath him, unable to find the energy to move.
Several minutes went by before either man could speak. Brian tried to lift himself, scared that his weight would crush Justin, but the blond’s hands, still resting on his back, held him close.
“No, don’t move, not yet,” Justin whispered, the words taking every ounce of energy he had left.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Brian said with concern, lifting his head to look down at his lover’s face.
“Mmm, you could never hurt me,” the blond replied, a warm, satisfied smile moving across his lips.
Brian smiled and watched as Justin’s eyes fluttered, opening slowly, revealing the bright-blue, honest and loving eyes that Brian was drawn to. He smiled, so completely overwhelmed with love for his man, and said, “Never.” And he knew it was true.
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Jennifer turned off the television, took her teacup into the kitchen, placed it in the sink and turned off the lights. She headed upstairs, moved to her daughter’s bedroom door, opened it, and smiled when she saw the sleeping figure sprawled across the bed. Closing the door quietly, she moved to her son’s room and turned the door handle, only to find it locked. Sighing, she shook her head then moved toward her own room, wondering what was going on with Justin that he constantly felt the need to lock his door. She wondered if maybe the little problem with Craig was affecting her son more than she thought. She would have to broach the subject with Justin, but gently. The last thing she wanted was to cause him anymore anguish over the situation. She didn’t want to lose her son. No matter what.
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Justin woke the next morning to find another paper heart on the newly vacated pillow. He kissed it, his usual ritual, then placed it on top of the others that lay inside his nightstand drawer.
He realized that even if Brian couldn’t stay until he woke up, the token that he left made his day start perfectly. He hoped that things would always be that good between them. He didn’t want it any other way.
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Jennifer was gathering the laundry in Justin’s room when she came across a shirt that she’d never seen before. Placing the almost full laundry basket down, she opened the royal-blue t-shirt and was surprised to find something spread along the front of it. She wondered what Justin had spilled on it that had dried so stiffly. Shrugging her shoulders, she tossed the shirt into the laundry basket then made her way downstairs, reminding herself to ask her son where he’d gotten it when he got home.
Luckily, she didn’t look inside the shirt, because on the tag, written in black laundry marker, was the name Kinney. Brian’s name was in most of his clothes, having grown up with a neurotic mother who didn’t want her son’s clothes mixed up with the other ‘less than pure’ children’s in the locker room. Brian didn’t even know that his mother did it any longer. She’d sneak into his room and write it in when her son wasn’t at home, during one of her snoop-fests. The last thing she wanted was for some ‘demon child’s’ clothes to wind up in her God fearing home. She wouldn’t stand for that at all.