Chapter 5

Justin had worked long and hard to get around enough drawings to resubmit into PIFA. He didn't know if they would let him back in. The only way he was able to draw was by computer and he didn't know if that would be good enough. He stood by nervously as the dean looked over his work. Justin tried to affect Brian's cool as fuck attitude. He tried to act like it wasn't life or death if he didn't get in. Truth was, it did matter a lot. He could tell the dean was skeptical about his subject matter. Justin believed what finally got him in was he was totally honest. Yes, he could only work by computer but he could still learn new ways to be an artist.

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Brian and Justin arrived at Deb's for ziti night. They were the last to arrive as usual. Every one else was already there. They took their places at the table side by side. Everyone was hoping there would be something to celebrate. Debbie was the first to cave.

"So what did he say?" She piled Justin's plate high with food.

"Well, it didn't look too good at first but I guess some of the Kinney charm is rubbing off on me. My application was approved; he said I could stay."

Everyone cheered. The women all took turns kissing Justin's cheeks. He smiled his brilliant smile. Brian wrapped an arm protectively around his shoulders.

"What's with all the kissing? You trying to turn him straight?"

Brian leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss. He put on a show for everyone at the table.

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Oh shit, they're going to do it right here."

"I'll get my camera," Vic announced.

Michael was thoroughly disgusted. "Save it for Ted's website."

Brian broke off the kiss. "Don't put ideas into the child's head."

"Or mine," Vic murmured.

The dinner conversation as per usual revolved around sex, much to Lindsay's dislike. As Justin ate he felt Brian's hand rest high on his thigh. He glanced over at Brian. He was pulling the innocent act. He was talking with Vic and eating the great food that Deb served. Then he felt Brian's hand rest on his crotch. Justin jumped a little at the sudden sensation. He didn't think anybody noticed although he wouldn't be surprised if everyone knew what was going on at the table. Brian's hand rested lightly there as a claim of ownership. He didn't stroke or rub; it wasn't his intention to give Justin a raging hard on.

Justin relaxed against Brian's hand. Brian's warm hand felt good and there was just enough pressure to make it feel pleasant. He felt the slow burn in his cock. Justin felt all warm and tingly. He could feel his cum percolating in his balls. Justin cleared the table. Debbie tried to protest but he really didn't mind cleaning up.

"Brian, would you grab that?"

"That?" Predictably Brian grabbed his crotch causing him to jump a little.

"Ahh not that, the platter please."

Justin went off to the kitchen with the dishes."

In his best falsetto he calls out, "Yes dear."

They met in the kitchen to stack dishes in the sink, and then covertly slunk away. They heard their so called friends start betting on how long their relationship would last. Justin couldn't believe it. If they were going to talk about them they could at least make sure they couldn't hear what they were saying. Brian kissed him softly.

"Forget them they don't know shit."

They ducked into the small bathroom and began to paw at each other like horny teenagers. They ground their cocks together. A wet spot was forming on Justin's underwear from his leaking cock. Brian easily ripped open Justin's pants and pulled out his straining cock. Justin's pants pooled around his knees effectively trapping him. Brian turned him to face the sink. He could watch all of Brian's movements in the mirror. Brian stripped off his pants and prepared his cock. Justin felt his hand pressing the middle of his back. He bent over the sink and held on to the ledge.

Brian teased his quivering hole by slowly dragging the tip of his cock across it. Justin whimpered quietly in the back of his throat. He sighed in relief as he felt Brian entering him, filling him up. Brian's hot breath caressed his neck and made the little hairs stick up. Justin reached back grabbing Brian's ass to pull him closer. His cock grazed Justin's prostate. Justin's mouth dropped open in pleasure. His breath fogged up the mirror.

Brian fucked him hard and fast. He loved it rough like this sometimes. He pushed back on Brian meeting his hard strokes. The need to cum was overwhelming. Justin pumped his dick hard wanting to get off or burst in the process. Brian watched in the mirror and was so turned on by what he saw. Brian was hitting his prostate over and over, barely withdrawing just slamming into it. Justin squeezed his cock and he shot into the sink in front of him. Justin's eyes are drawn back to the mirror as he watched Brian cum. It was beautiful to watch him. His head thrown back, mouth open gasping for air, eyes closed. Brian clung to his sweaty chest as he rode out his orgasm.

Afterwards Brian helped Justin clean up. They straightened their clothes and exited the bathroom not really giving a fuck if they got caught or not. Brian slung an arm around Justin and they headed back to the dining room.

"Well it's been fun but I have to put the boy to bed now, tomorrow's a school day."

Debbie snorted. "Somehow I don't think he'll be getting any actual sleep in your bed."

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

They said their goodbyes and headed back to the loft where Brian succeeded in making Justin cum again and again.

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Justin had the breakfast shift before class. He'd been bussing the last of the tables in preparation for leaving. He went behind the counter and refilled Mikey's cup of coffee. Justin noticed that he was studying note cards. If he concentrated any harder he thought Mikey's head might explode all over the diner. Justin grimaced at that thought. Yuck! Cleaning Mikey off the walls.

"What's that for?"

Michael sighed putting the note cards down. "I'm supposed to give a lecture at a college on comic books."

"Huh really?"

"What, you don't think I can do it?" Michael whined.

Justin held up his hands defensively. "Not saying a word."

"So when are you moving back into Ma's?"

Justin frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Well now that you're better I thought you'd be moving out soon."

"I'm staying with Brian."

"Look Justin, I'm sure Brian wants to get back to his old life. He only took you in because you got bashed and he feels guilty."

Justin fumed. "Look Michael, Brian hasn't said a word to me about moving back out. If I'm not wanted then why am I still there?"

"He's probably figuring out a way to get you to leave without hurting your feelings."

Justin grabbed up his backpack. "I have to go. I'll be late for class. Oh good luck on your lecture; you'll need it."

He slammed out of the diner angry at Michael. He wondered if there was any truth in what Michael had said, probably not but it still made him wonder. He didn't like being a burden and he didn't want to stay anywhere he wasn't welcome.

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Brian came home from work tired. He could use a good relaxing fuck. He saw Justin drawing on his computer. He went straight to the bedroom to put on something casual. Brian came out wearing his tight black jeans and white wife beater. He walked up behind Justin, placed his hands on his shoulders and massaged the tight muscles. Brian hoped Justin could use a break. He draped his long arms across Justin's chest. He kissed and nuzzled his neck while his hand rubbed at Justin's stiffening cock.

"Stop."

Brian knelt down by him. "Why, got something better to do?"

"Yeah, homework."

"I'm insulted." Brian continued to kiss Justin's neck and nip at the lobe of his ear.

Justin pulled away. "Why am I here?"

His tone was serious. Brian decided to lighten the mood with a joke.

"One night your mommy and daddy wanted to make a baby."

Justin grew angry. "You know what I mean. Is it just because you feel guilty about what happened?"

Brian said nothing for a moment. He didn't know where this was coming from.

"Answer me, answer me! If I hadn't gotten bashed in the head would I even be here?"

Brian looked away; he really didn't want to answer the question. In all likelihood Justin wouldn't be living with him. Again Justin found himself living in the loft through a series of unfortunate consequences that weren't his fault.

Justin got up to walk away but Brian grabbed his wrist. He sat down in the chair Justin vacated and pulled him down on his lap holding him there.

"You're right, the reason I took you in was because you took a bat to the head but it's not the reason I want you to stay. Don't get the idea that we're some married couple cuz we're not. We're together because we want to be."

Justin settled back in his arms.

"You really want me to stay here with you?"

"I just said that, didn't I? Now what brought this craziness on?"

"Michael was at the diner this morning. He asked when I was moving back in with Deb since I was all better. He said it would only be a matter of time before you asked me to move out, that you wanted to get back to your own life."

Brian seethed at Mikey's cruelty. "Yeah well, Mikey should mind his own business. What we do has nothing to do with him. He should stay out of it, but he likes to meddle too much. Wonder where he gets that from?"

Justin laughed and wiggled on Brian's lap to get more comfortable.

"Well now that we got that all straightened out I can finish my drawing."

He picked up the pen and proceeded to drag it across the computer screen totally ignoring Brian. Well if Justin wanted to play it this way he'd just have to fight dirty. Brian rimmed Justin's ear with the tip of his tongue. He knew this drove Justin crazy. He let his hand cup Justin's crotch, caressing him through the soft material of his sweatpants. Justin was hard; he wouldn't be denied much longer.

Justin tried to concentrate on his drawing but Brian wasn't making it easy. Really he was just toying with Brian, making him work for it. Brian was driving him crazy. It felt like he was sitting on a steel beam. Justin kept wiggling his ass creating a nice friction. He wanted Brian inside him. Brian's hand on his crotch was sending electrical sparks through his groin that he couldn't ignore. The rimming of his ear was just plain playing dirty. Justin dropped the pen.  "Fuck me, Brian. I want you buried so deep in my ass that I'll be able to taste you."

Brian wasted no time picking him up and carrying him to the bed where he proceeded to fuck him within an inch of both their lives. Justin would be feeling him for days. He felt like he ground his dick down to a nub, it actually felt numb. He pulled the sheets up over them. Brian spooned up against Justin. He wrapped an arm around his boy. He was lulled to sleep by the sound of Justin's calm breathing.

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