Small Town
Part 37
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Justin’s mood seemed to lighten up after the shit with school settled down and he’d never been happier.
He was in love with a wonderful man.
He was going away to
But most importantly, he was going to
Nothing could top that.
So things were going smoothly for the boys. Justin was working at the shoe store a few nights a week and afterward would meet Brian and they would spend the evening together. On the weekends, they were inseparable, refusing to spend even one moment apart, no matter how much Mikey whined or Daphne begged.
They were in love and they didn’t care who knew it. Well, anyone who couldn’t hurt them…
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So when Brian came home after work one Friday evening, wanting to take a quick shower and change before meeting Justin, he was surprised to find his mother sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for him. He wondered what the hell was going on…
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Joan was doing her usual snooping in her children’s bedrooms, unfortunately coming up empty handed in Brian’s, as usual. She placed her hand on her hip and looked around the almost compulsively neat room, wondering what she’d missed. Instantly, her eyes widened and she smiled a wicked smile as she moved forward and slid her hand underneath her son’s mattress, feeling around in the tight space and gasping pleasantly when she felt something.
Pulling her arm back, she stood up and looked at what she’d retrieved. A magazine? A tabloid magazine? That wasn’t what she was expecting to find. She thought it would be one of those filthy things that her husband brought into her house, no matter how much she protested. The women in those magazines were lewd and crass and obviously not God-fearing women.
She flipped the well-worn pages of the magazine, the front adorned with the fellow from that dancing movie that she remembered had been out a long time ago, Patrick something if she recalled, and was surprised when something slipped out onto the floor. Bending down she picked up a photograph, turning it over in her hands to find a blond, young man in the shot.
‘Why would Brian be hiding this picture?’ she wondered. She shook her head, knowing that it must be for some impure reason and vowed that she’d confront her son as soon as he got home. There would be no unclean things in HER house.
Sitting at the kitchen table, she heard him come in the front door and called out to him.
And that’s where Brian walked in…
Joan stood and scowled at her son, waving the magazine and picture in his face and asked him, “Why were you hiding THESE?”
“Where the hell did you get those?” Brian asked, feeling his blood begin to boil at the invasion of his privacy.
“That’s not of concern. I want to know why you have a picture of this boy?”
Moving closer, his demeanor growing more and more intimidating by the second, Brian asked again, “Where did you get those?”
“This is MY house, Brian, and I have every right to enter your room, to search for anything that God would deem unjust and corruptive.”
Towering over his mother, Brian snorted and grabbed the picture from her hands and spoke in a tight-lipped, unmistakably threatening tone. “Stay out of my room, or I just might have to go around town, asking all your precious church members how God would feel about you standing by while your husband beat the shit out of your son. How unjust and corruptive do you think they would deem THAT, Mother?”
Joan raised her hand to her chest and gasped at the horror of what her son threatened to do, then quickly regained her control, asserting her ice-queen demeanor. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” Brian warned then left the house, slamming the door behind him.
Joan slumped down into her chair, picking up the half-filled wine glass in her trembling hands and sipping the blood-red liquid as she tried to calm her rapidly beating blackened-heart.
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“Brian, hey, you’re early. I don’t get off for another fifteen minutes,” Justin said when he saw his lover come through the front door of the shoe store.
“That’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be waiting outside.” Then Brian turned and left the store.
Justin watched Brian make his way to the jeep and climb in. He saw the look of defeat on the man’s face and didn’t miss the slump of his shoulders as he walked away.
He sighed, knowing that it must have been too much to ask for their happiness to last much longer.
“Hey, Bobby, do you think you could handle closing by yourself tonight?” Justin asked his co-worker.
“Sure, no problem. I’ll see you Monday night, right?”
“Yeah, and thanks. I owe you one.” Justin smiled, grabbing his knapsack from the backroom then made his way out of the store, heading for the jeep.
Brian was slightly startled when the passenger door flew open and his lover jumped into his car. “I thought you weren’t off yet?” he asked.
“I got off a few minutes early. I know you needed me, so here I am.”
Sighing, closing his eyes and thanking whatever higher power that existed for the man sitting next to him, Brian reached over, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh and gave a squeeze.
“Bri…what happened?” Justin asked softly.
Shaking his head, Brian opened his eyes and said, “Not here. I need to be with you. Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Justin answered without hesitation then sat back and buckled his seatbelt, willing to go wherever Brian led them.
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As they pulled into the familiar motel parking lot and Brian got out
to go check them in, Justin
smiled. He loved the
weekends. Spending the night
together was what Justin constantly thought of and he couldn’t wait
until
Sitting in the jeep, waiting for his lover’s return, all sorts of terrifying thoughts passed through Justin’s head, making him more and more scared as the seconds flew by.
Finally, Brian returned and when he looked at Justin, he thought that the man was going to be sick. “Justin, what’s wrong? Fuck, you’re as white as a ghost. What happened while I was gone?”
Justin’s breathing was heavy and he wasn’t sure if he could
speak. He took a deep breath
and mumbled, “
“What?”
“I…just tell me…please…are you not coming with me?”
Brian was stunned. When he’d left the jeep, Justin seemed fine. But now…
“Justin, breathe…that’s it…take a deep breath and release it…slowly…good.”
The feel of his lover’s strong hand on the back of his neck reassured him and he started to calm down. But still, the thoughts kept bombarding his mind. But before he could ask again, Brian spoke.
“Now, what’s this about
Feeling an immediate sense of relief flood through his body, Justin tried to smile as his mind began to calm. Nodding emphatically, he replied, “Yes, I…I wanna go. I was just afraid that…well, you looked so upset, and I thought that…”
“Baby, it has nothing to do with that. Nothing at all. Don’t worry, my little drama queen. I’m not abandoning you to go off to school all by yourself. Have some hot, beefy man steal you away from me. Nope, you’re stuck with me, Sunshine.”
Justin was a little miffed by the drama queen comment, but knew that, well, Brian was right. He was a fucking drama queen in full mode at the moment, but he’d been scared and, well…
He was so relieved that he was wrong about what had Brian so down, but then he wondered just what the hell had happened.
He was about to ask his lover, when the man started the jeep and pulled toward their usual room, parking in front of the door. He leaned over, placing a soft kiss against Justin’s lips then smiled and got out of the car, coming around to his side and holding the door open for him. “My, my, aren’t we a gentleman tonight?” Justin kidded and Brian bowed in response.
Taking his lover’s hand, Brian shut the car door then headed towards room 123, unlocking it and pulling the smaller man inside, then closing and locking the door behind them.
“Alone at last,” Brian said with a sigh of relief.
Justin felt the imminent sadness in his lover’s words and moved toward him, holding out his arms and smiling when Brian moved forward and let himself be enclosed in their embrace.
“Tell me.”
“Soon,” the brunet whispered, feeling so small all wrapped up in the strong hold of his lover’s arms. He didn’t ever want to leave. He felt safe and warm and loved. All the things that only his man could provide for him.
All the things that he’d longed for all his life and now he had them, in the arms of the strongest, bravest, most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
And he was all his.
The thought alone sent shivers down his spine and he sighed and let himself sink even further against Justin’s smaller body.
Justin was a little overwhelmed by the desperation he felt radiating from his lover, but knew that he needed to be the strong one so he held on tight, willing to give Brian all he had.
“I need you,” Brian breathed against his lover’s ear.
“I’m here.”
Brian had never felt more certain of anyone’s words as he did at that moment when he’d heard Justin’s reply. Pulling back slightly, he manuvered them over to the bed, still bound together, they sat down.
“Make love to me?” Brian whispered.
Moving back enough so that he could see Brian’s face, Justin smiled a warm, loving smile and said, “I’m here.”
Standing up, Justin pulled his t-shirt over his head then kicked off his shoes and socks, pants and underwear, leaving him fully naked and exposed to his lover. His eyes locked with Brian’s and he knew that the man could see the deep, all encompassing love that he felt for him swimming in his pools of blue. He smiled, then reached down and removed Brian’s clothing piece by piece, keeping his eyes locked on Brian’s at all times.
When he was done, Justin got on his knees, his eyes fixated on his lover’s beautiful face and stuck out his tongue, flicking at the bubbling slit of his erection and taking the warm, sweet fluid into his mouth, moaning with appreciation.
“Baby…”
Not able to resist, Justin’s eyes closed and he bent forward, enclosing his full, wet lips around the head of Brian’s cock and sucking forcefully.
“Oh, God, Justin,” the older man called out and his head tipped back.
Moaning softly, Justin’s mouth slid downwards, engulfing the entire shaft until the silky head hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around it. The response he received from his boyfriend was one of pure ecstasy, so he swallowed again and was once again rewarded with a loud growl.
“Justin…come here…come here,” Brian panted, pulling gently on his lover’s arms to raise him.
Moving upwards, Justin tightened his lips and gave one last suck before he let the pulsing member slip from his mouth, which was instantly engulfed by Brian’s, his tongue pressing for entrance and receiving it.
Both men moaned into the kiss and their bodies pressed tighter and tighter against each other until they both needed more. Pulling apart, once again, Brian asked, “Make love to me, Justin?”
The man didn’t need to be asked again.
Pushing his lover back gently on the bed, Justin reached into his knapsack, pulling out the needed supplies and quickly got himself ready. He warmed some lube between his fingers then leaned over his lover, resting his weight on his left side as his right hand pulled Brian’s legs apart widely, exposing the man’s tight opening. Their eyes connected and Justin felt the longing and need so deep from within his lover. Again, he wondered just what the fuck had happened to the man, but knew that right then, he wouldn’t ask. He would give the man what he wanted…what he needed…what he deserved.
His love.
Placing his middle finger at the knotted flesh, he pushed inward, slipping inside of the velvety tunnel and feeling his breath catch in his throat at the sight as his lover’s eyes fluttered closed and his back arched into the air. He watched as Brian struggled to open his eyes and keep their connection.
Pulling back slowly, Justin thrust in, letting his finger go as deep as possible. Wiggling it around, he pulled back again and when he re-entered, he added a second finger, wanting to loosen the muscles further.
“Justin…more…I need more,” Brian panted and Justin smiled, removing his fingers and moving his body over his lover’s, pressing as close as possible as he held his shaft and placed the head against Brian’s opening.
“Ready?” Justin asked and received an anxious nod in return. “I love you, Brian,” Justin said firmly as he pushed into his boyfriend, encasing himself fully in the warm tightness.
“Ahhhhhhh,” Brian moaned loudly, from the words and feelings that his lover created within him. His arms came up and pulled the smaller man even closer…holding him tightly in his embrace as his legs wrapped firmly around Justin’s hips, pulling him impossibly deeper inside.
“God, Brian,” the blond moaned, feeling the man’s ass pulse around him, causing him to throb from the sensation.
“I…I love you, Justin…I love you…”
The emotions that poured from Brian’s words were stifling and Justin felt like he might suffocate from their intensity. But he knew that he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Pulling his hips back, he slid out of Brian’s hole halfway then thrust sharply back in, forcing a loud moan from both men’s chests. Loving the feel of being buried inside his man, Justin continued the motion as he brought them closer and closer to orgasm with every move.
“Oh, Jus…baby…I’m gonna…I’m almost…”
Justin knew that he was just as close as Brian was. But he wanted to make the man scream with pleasure, banishing all other thoughts from his troubled mind so he angled his hips and thrust back in, hitting the swollen sweet spot deep inside.
Bingo.
“Oh, God…JUSSSSSTIIIINNNN!” Brian screamed as his lover continued to fuck him wildly, slamming over and over against that spot…that perfect spot…until…
“Yeah…yeah…come for me, Brian…come…”
“Ahhhh…urrghhhhh…UGGHHHHHH!” Brian yelled as stars exploded behind his eyes and bolts of lightening shot through his body and his cock erupted with hot, molten fluid over and over again until he was left weak and shaking beneath his lover.
Justin’s own orgasm ripped through his body at an alarming speed and left him drained as he slumped down against Brian, his head resting on the man’s sweat-drenched chest.
For several minutes, neither one moved or made a sound, except for their heavy breathing as they tried to calm their overwhelmed bodies.
“Thank you,” Brian whispered, kissing the top of the silky, blond head tucked underneath his chin.
“You’re welcome,” came the equally quiet response and he smiled when he felt Brian’s arms tighten around his exhausted body as he drifted off to sleep…still buried deep inside his lover.
When Justin awoke, he was no longer inside Brian and the condom that he’d worn had been removed. He looked over to find his lover watching him in the semi-darkened room. The light from the bathroom was on and the door slightly ajar, casting an almost glowing effect over the room.
“Are you okay?” Justin asked softly, wondering if now Brian wanted to tell him what’d had him so upset earlier on.
“Yeah, I’m better,” the brunet reassured, placing his hand at the top of Justin’s back and running it slowly and gently down the pale expanse.
“What happened?” Justin asked, not able to ignore the sadness that was still present.
Shaking his head, Brian’s eyes followed his hand as it made its way up Justin’s back, ending with his long fingers gliding lovingly along the younger man’s cheek. “Just my mother,” Brian finally answered, his eyes locking on Justin’s.
“What’d she do?”
“Nothing. She did nothing that matters anymore. Soon I’ll be gone and she won’t be able to do a fucking thing to me again.”
Justin moved so that he was turned on his side, facing Brian and leaning his head on his bent elbow. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Brian asked, his eyes drifting back to his fingers as they now moved up and down his lover’s arm.
Justin shrugged, not really sure what he was sorry for, but he knew that he was.
He was sorry that Brian had such an asshole for a father. He was sorry that his mother was more interested in saving face with God then she was in giving her son a mother that he could count on. And he was sorry that he’d not been there to keep Brian safe for the many years that he’d been facing it all alone.
He was just sorry.
Brian’s eyes came up and locked again with Justin’s and he knew…he understood what his lover meant and he couldn’t help but smile…