Eternity

Chapter 6

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Brian's POV

I look over at Justin with moonlight shimmering through his blonde hair. I can't help but pull him in close and kiss him tenderly. "Are you ready to go?"

He looks up at me and chuckles. "With you? Well, I'm not sure. What's in it for me?"

Pressing my body closer to his, I grind my hard cock against his leg. "Hmm, there are so many possibilities. I think the question should be; 'what will be inside me?'"

Justin playfully rubs my cloth covered erection. "Oh really?" He tilts he head, licking his lips naughtily. "There's only one possibility I'm interested ..."

I interrupt his train of thought and capture his lips in an earth-shattering kiss, snaking my tongue into his mouth as he moans against my lips. I grab the back of his shirt desperately needing to be inside this man.

I keep telling myself that this is just a way to forget all that has happened today. To take my mind off everything that Gwen told me, but I know that's not really the case, more than anything I need Justin. I never thought I would ever feel like this for anyone and it frightens the fuck out of me. I'm not ready to tell him how I feel. No one needs to know my deep and most intimate secrets, especially Justin.

Sliding my lips down I kiss his jaw and neck, licking his Adam's apple. Justin lets out a deep-throated groan and I smirk, happy that I can give him this kind of pleasure. Running my tongue up to his ear lobe, I nibble gently, hearing his breathing become ragged.

"Oh shit, Brian! Fuck! I need you right now!" Justin presses his fingers into my back and I let out my own moan, gasping for breath as I nod my head. I pull away, taking hold of his hand and leading him to the jeep. Justin automatically jumps into the back seat.

I watch his lust filled eyes with amusement. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He grabs a hold of the front of my shirt, pulling me into the back seat with him. "You're not sober enough to drive, plus I want you to ravage me right now," he says huskily.

I close the door behind me and sit on the back seat raising my brow at him. "You want me to fuck you here?"

Justin nods his head, smiling mischievously, and when he speaks his voice is low and arousing. "Yeah, right here." Slowly he unbuttons my jeans and takes hold of my hard cock. His touch feels so familiar and so good, like every time he touches me is the first time. Justin can always send shivers though my whole body. Lightly he strokes my throbbing cock then quickly he swoops his head down, taking me completely in his mouth.

I let out a gasp and pant heavily until I am able to finally catch my breath. I laugh. "Sunshine, I'm getting the feeling you missed me."

Justin looks up at me, smiling around my dick and nods his head yes letting me slip out of his mouth. He takes a hold of my pants, and lifting my hips, he shimmies them off me, almost losing his balance in our tight quarters. Justin lets out a laugh, and smiling, takes his own pants off with great difficulty. "This is kind of a tight spot we got ourselves into," he says sheepishly.

Smirking, I draw him onto my lap as he straddles my legs. "Mmm, and I hope to be in an even tighter spot real soon." I lean in and lick his neck.

I can feel Justin shuddering above me as he lays his head in the curve of my neck and speaks softly. "To answer your question; yes I missed you. It's been a week since I've been with you." He moves back to look at me pointedly.

I look at him bewildered and speak softly. "Are you trying to tell me you haven't had sex in a whole week?" He smiles at me shyly, nodding his head in agreement. Reaching up I softly brush my fingers over his cheek lovingly. He leans into the touch and I whisper; "I'm sure you could have found someone to fill your needs."

His expression turns solemn. "No…I mean yes I could, but I didn't want to. You're the only man I want to fuck me Brian. I know you don't want to hear this, that you like playing the field but I can't. I want you to be the only one." Then he asks the question I am most dreading; "How about you? Have you been with anyone?"

Taking a big gulp I think back over my whole week trying to remember everyone I did. I realize that I can't think of anyone and I mutter under my breath. "That can't be."

"What can't be?"

When I look at him I know I must look shocked. "I ha-haven't been with anyone either," I stutter. As I admit this, everything becomes so clear to me, but I still can't say it out loud. I ponder again; 'what is this man doing to me?'

He smiles at me from ear to ear. "Really?"

Leaning in I nibble on his plush lips, then speak harshly. "Yeah, but never make me repeat those words because I will deny them."

Justin purrs in my ear. "You are so fucked, Brian Kinney."

"And you are such a twat!" I spank his bare ass and Justin screeches then snakes his arm around my neck, bringing me for another rabid kiss.

I grind my cock against his and we fall back into our passion. Fervently Justin nibbles, licks and nips on the sensitive skin around my neck and shoulders. His silky hair tickles my face and I breathe in deeply, taking in the scent of my lover, letting his essence penetrate my soul. "God you smell so good," I gasp, arching my back into the pleasure he is stimulating in me. Justin runs his hands under my shirt and over my chest, smirking as he pulls my shirt over my head.

He licks down my neck and chest, twirling his hot tongue around each nipple, sucking lightly at first then a bit rougher, nipping my tender skin. Grunting, I grind my hardness against him, urgently taking off his shirt and launching my own attack on his body until Justin is writhing in pleasure, begging me to be inside him.

Taking out a small tube of lube and a condom from our discarded clothes, I generously apply lube to my fingers swirling it around to make it warm. Justin lifts up slightly and I gently rub around his sensitive area, feeling him constrict then release, moaning, wanting more. I slowly enter one finger and he smiles down at me then licks his lips seductively. When I add a second finger he lets out a gasp and begins fucking my fingers.

I wrap my other hand around his neck and press my lips against his, pushing my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste every part of him. I can't get enough and I frantically add a third finger, then he grinds down, squeezing tightly. I let go of his neck and he puts his hands on my shoulders and stares deep into my eyes. My breath hitches from his intensity and I wrap my hand around his cock jerking him off until he is gasping for breath; "Brian stop! I don't want to come like this. I need you inside me."

Justin places the condom on the head of my penis, slowly rolling it down my shaft and I gasp for breath as our eyes lock. He firmly grasps onto my shoulder as he lowers himself onto my dick. I let out a deep-throated grunt as I hear Justin whimper and his warmth seeps in through the condom. I know it's not the same but I can still feel him and I wonder what it would be like to fuck him raw. Quickly, I push the thought out of my head knowing how unrealistic it is.

Firmly, I put my hands on his hips, wanting to show Justin how much he means to me without words. Only our bodies speak, whispering our unspoken desires. As I maneuver Justin we find the rhythm our bodies know so well. I thrust into him and he meets me with equal force squeezing tightly around me. I grab hold of his prick and stroke him urgently and Justin rides my cock pulling almost completely off, then slamming back down until he sends us both completely over the edge.

"Fuck!" I scream in ecstasy as Justin lets out a loud grunt, shooting his cum between us, then my own orgasm comes shortly after.

We stay there for a moment, catching our breath, and Justin tenderly places his fingers under my chin. He lightly kisses my nose, moving away he smiles at me brightly. "That was some fuck. Maybe we should always wait a week."

I laugh at him playfully. "I don't think so, Sunshine. Now that I have you here, I just might think of taking advantage of this situation again."

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Justin's POV - later in the loft

Lying in Brian's bed I am unable to sleep. I have so many thoughts rushing through my head right now. I turn over to face Brian and watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful when all of his walls are down. Last night when he made love to me, there was something so different about it. Even though it was heated and almost frantic, there was definitely a tenderness I have never really experienced with him before. When he confessed to not being with anyone for a week I could feel my breath catch in my throat.

I love this man so much and I fear he will push me away in time. I know he is scared of commitment

Getting up, I place a small kiss on his forehead and walk down to the living room. I sit on the sofa and listen to his shallow breathing, taking peace in knowing that right, here right now he is with me. I also wonder how long it will last.

I pick up my duffle bag next to the sofa and take out a small hand carved wooden box. Fumbling it nervously in my hand I think of the little things I have not told Brian. That not only am I an artist but I also carve wood and make jewelry. I'm not sure why I've never told him. I think maybe I'm afraid I'll scare him at the mention of jewelry; well not just jewelry but my specialty-crafted rings.

I look at the oak box in my hand knowing full well what resides in it. Opening the box I look down on the tri gold ring, lying upon purple velvet. I take it out of the box, and trace my fingers around the Celtic knots. I feel a pain in my heart knowing it's not time, then realize it may never be the right time. I place the ring back and cradle the box in my hands resting my fingers against my lips in thought.

I put the box away in my bag and gaze at the silver band Ethan gave me fifteen years earlier. It has been five years since he passed away, but I haven't been able to bring myself to remove the ring or move on completely.

Now, more than anything in the world, I want Brian in my life. I am ready to part from my old life. Not that I will ever forget Ethan, he was my world for many years, but he is no longer here and I can't keep living in his shadow. As much as I would like too stay in my comfort zone I know I must move on. Looking at the old band I now know it's time to let go. I twist off the ring and feel a pang in my chest as a single tear rolls down my cheek and I say good bye to my deceased lover; hoping and praying he understands why I am moving on. Letting out a slight gasp I put the ring in a pocket of my duffle bag and let my old life close and my new one begin.

I make my way back up to the room and crawl back in bed with Brian. His warm body finds mine and as I lay my head upon his chest he snakes his arm around me burrowing his head into my hair. Sighing I let sleep overtake me.

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Brian's POV

I wake up feeling the heat of the sun on my skin and I turn to look at Justin. I gently touch my hand on his cheek and he turns to me but does not wake. I notice the scrunching of his brow and wonder what must be troubling him. I woke last night to an empty bed, which is not uncommon, but with having Justin around this last month my bed is seldom empty anymore. I noticed him sitting in the dark holding something in his hand, deep in thought.

I wanted to go to him and see if he was all right, but decided against it. I lay back in bed wondering if it had to do with Ethan. Justin has never spoken to me about him, but I see in his eyes how much he misses the man. Justin is a very sentimental person and he keeps a small photo of his deceased lover in his wallet and also wears a silver band on his right hand that I assume was from Ethan. I try not to let myself get jealous of a ghost, but I find myself being drawn deeper and deeper into Justin; a situation that both frightens and delights me.

Looking at my lover I take in his beauty, memorizing every part of him. My eyes graze over his right hand and I notice the ring is no longer in its place, only the remnant of an imprint lets me know it even existed. Softly, I rub my finger around the empty place and my heart aches for Justin. I know it must have been difficult for him to take it off. I wonder why he did it now.

Losing myself deep in thought I forget I am rubbing his ringless finger. Justin's eyes flutter open and I notice the wary look in his blue orbs. All I can do is ask, "Why?"

Justin clears his throat and sits up, moving in closer to me and whispers, "Because it was time."

Nodding my head in understanding I wrap my arm around his waist and with my other hand, lightly brush his silky blonde hair from his eyes. "You didn't have to. I don't expect you to forget."

He smiles with contentment, and taking my free hand in his, Justin interlinks our fingers. "You know what I love about you?" He rubs the side of my cheek with his other hand, using the pad of his thumb. His blue eyes twinkle with renewed energy.

I lean into his touch, feeling a little conflicted with his use of the word love. Swallowing hard, I can feel my emotions welling deep inside me as I answer. "No, what?"

He kisses me gently on the lips. "I've never had to tell you my past. You accepted me with all my flaws, and I have many, but what I love most about you is that you respect me, and have never asked me about Ethan. Only once did you tell me you knew, and I thank you for that. For not making me feel like I have to explain my past. As hard as it is for me to let go, I know it's time to move on. I just hope with all my heart that it will be you I move on with."

Before he gets up Justin kisses me on the forehead then heads to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Choking back my emotions I wonder how one person could love me so much when I have never really deserved to be loved.

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