Boys of Liberty Ave.

Chapter 4

Authors note: Chapters 1-4 are adapted from the movie Get Real. 5 on is the work of the highly imaginative author.

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Daphne hummed to herself as she got ready for her date with Ian. She touched up her makeup and smiled. She looked hot; she hoped Ian thought so too. She answered the door and was in awe of Ian. He looked so dashing.

"Daphne, you look very lovely." He presented her with a long stemmed red rose.

She blushed as she took the flower. "Thanks, so do you. I mean uh you look very handsome."

Ian walked her to his car which was rusty and looked like it hadn't run in quite a few years. When they got to the restaurant Ian pulled out Daphne's chair.

"Guess what? I just signed a record deal. Soon I'll be playing on stages throughout the country."

"Wow, Ian, that's great. Congratulations."

"I'll be sure to get you tickets to my first show."

The waiter came by their table and took their order.

"Would you excuse me, Daphne? I think I see a gentleman over there that I know, its business. I'll try not to be long."

"No, go ahead; that's fine."

Ian walked across the room and disappeared around a corner. Daphne fiddled with her silverware while she waited. When it looked like Ian wasn't going to come back for a while she decided to use the bathroom while he was gone. Daphne was digging in her purse so she really wasn't paying too much attention to which door she elbowed open. The loud grunts got her attention and she looked up.

"Urgh fuck, harder, yeah urgh right there, harder!"

Daphne stood there in shock, her hand flew up to her mouth. A choking gasp escaped her throat. Ian spared her a glance.

"Sorry sweetheart, nothing personal. Who told you, you could stop? Fuck my ass!"

Daphne ran out of the bathroom. She dashed the tears of humiliation from her eyes. She calmly walked through the dining room and out to the parking lot. Daphne made a quick stop by Ian's car then called a cab. When Ian finally came out of the restroom he went back to his table and ate his meal alone.

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Daphne lay on Justin's bed hugging Gus the bear tightly to her chest.

"I'm done, Justin. I quit. Men are vile disgusting pigs, no offence."

Justin sighed, "So what did Ian do?"

"You were right. I never should have gone out with that bastard."

Justin pulled her into his arms and held her close. "Daph?"

"I walked in on them by accident. Know what I saw? Ian was getting fucked by our waiter."

Justin rubbed her back. "Oh Daphne, I'm sorry."

She looked up at Justin with a mischievous smile. "Don't feel sorry for me. While he was getting fucked I let out all the air in the bastard's tires. I'm betting he won't have the first fucking clue how to fix them."

Justin laughed, "That's my girl. Uh, remind me never to piss you off.

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Justin walked down the hall. He saw Brian talking with some girl. He prepared himself to be ignored yet again. Brian looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Justin."

Justin was so stunned he could barely speak. "Hi."

"I've got some news to tell you. I'll meet you out in the quad at lunch."

"Uh sure."

Justin couldn't believe it. Brian Kinney was going to have lunch with him. Suddenly his day was brighter and he all but floated to journalism class. Justin's head was in the clouds so he wasn't paying too much attention when his article was discovered.

"Holy shit!"

"Rick," Mr. Adams said sternly. "What have I told you about garage talk in the classroom?"

"Oh, sorry sir; it's just listen to this." Rick began to read from the monitor screen. "Get Real, anonymous. I'm a student at this school. I'm eighteen and gay."

The teacher and several students crowded around him.

"Someone once wrote that one's real life is so often the life that one does not lead. I wish I could live my real life. I'm writing this article because I'm angry and because I want to impress on all you parents that your assumption that your children are straight may be causing them pain."

Kay leaned over Rick's shoulder. "Aren't there two s' in assumption?"

"Can you print out a copy of that Rick?"

"Sure."

"Well, this will certainly give the people something to talk about," Kay grinned.

Rick looked at Mr. Adams. "Did you authorize this?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well someone in this room did; we're the only ones with the password."

Justin went suddenly pale; he'd forgotten all about that. Daphne had been staring a hole in him. She wondered what had possessed him to turn in something like that. Justin was so going to owe her.

"I did, it was handed in anonymously and I thought it was well written."

"It certainly is," Mr. Adams agreed. "I'll have to talk to the principal about this. I'm not sure we'll be able to run something like that."

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Daphne cornered Justin in the hall.

"What the fuck Justin, do you have a death wish?"

"Ok, I'll admit I wasn't thinking when I posted it."

"Clearly."

"I was angry and upset." Justin ran his hand through his hair. "No one will figure out it's me."

"Ok, fine I just hope you know what you're doing."

Kay stalked over to them.

"This school is so fucked up. They're not going to let us print that gay article. The principal said something about not having a place in a decent school like this."

Daphne shrugged, "Guess there's nothing we can do."

"Sure there is," Kay said. "We can print an empty page with the word censored running across it. We owe that much to the poor bastard that wrote it."

Daphne smiled at Justin. "I'm sure the poor bastard will be delighted."

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Justin met Brian for lunch. They sat on the ground under a tree.

"Brian, are you sure you want to be seen with me? I don't want to pressure you."

"Look, I don't want to fuck things up. I'm having lunch with a friend and if anyone doesn't like it they can fuck off."

"My hero," Justin smiled brightly. Justin giggled, "You call that lunch?"

"What?" Brian examined his very plain turkey sandwich.

"Nothing," Justin chuckled. "So did you really have news for me?"

"Brian's eyes lit up." My parents are going to be gone all weekend. Do you think you can come over?"

"Sure, I don't think it'll be a problem."

Brian took a bite of his green apple. He smiled sexily, "I'll be counting the days."

Justin took Brian's apple from him, taking a bite also. He licked the juice from his lips. Brian was instantly hard.

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Justin had Daphne drop him off at Brian's house. Brian didn't want to take the chance of neighbors seeing a strange car parked in the yard all weekend. Justin walked up the well cared for path that led to the house. He rang the doorbell but no one answered. He knew Brian had to be there. Justin wandered around to the back of the house and was sprayed with the garden hose. Brian laughed and danced away.

"Oh fuck, you bastard." Justin laughed; he was soaking wet.

Brian looked incredible in little black Speedo's that left nothing to the imagination. Justin quickly pulled off his shoes and socks. He piled his clothes next to the pool and dove in after Brian. They swam over to each other and kissed. Justin suddenly splashed him in the face and quickly swam away with Brian in hot pursuit. They frolicked around in the pool having the time of their lives. They groped and teased each other.

Justin dove under the water about the same time Chris came around the house jogging up to the pool. Brian felt a sharp tug at his Speedo's. Brian couldn't help but smile. He was going to get that little shit.

"Hey, Brian."

"Hey." Brian stumbled forward a bit as his Speedo's were removed.

"Um I was just going jogging. I thought you might want to come along."

"No ahhh." Brian could feel Justin's mouth on him. It felt incredible.

"You ok?"

"Yeah never better. I'm going to um finish my laps."

Chris shrugged, "Suit yourself."

When Chris was out of sight Brian pulled Justin up for air before he drowned to death.

"You are a very evil little boy."

Justin gave him his innocent little boy look. "That's what you love about me."

"While you were being a naughty boy Chris was here."

Justin instantly paled. "Hobbs was here?"

"Yeah I sent him on his way though."

"Oh God, what if he wanted to swim?"

Brian pulled Justin in for a hug to comfort him. "No chance of that. The stupid fuck can't swim." Brian and Justin both broke out into giggles. Brian was the first to recover. "You gonna finish what you started?"

Justin pretended to think about it. Brian splashed him. Justin licked his lips. "Come here."

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After they got out of the pool they found a nice shady spot to lie down. Justin lay down next to Brian and rested his head on his chest. They lay there quietly, hyper aware of each others presence. Justin listened to Brian's heart beating; comfortable in each other's arms they drifted off to sleep.

When they awoke from their nap Brian put on his tight jeans and a wifebeater. Justin slipped on his now dry clothes. Brian gave Justin a tour of the house. Justin wanted to see what Brian's bedroom looked like. He wasn't surprised by what he found there. The room for the most part was neat. The bookshelf held equal amounts of books and trophies. Justin noticed a Penn state pennant on the wall. Justin went over to the bed and sat on it. He bounced on it a few times testing it out. Brian stood in the doorway watching him. Justin gave him a seductive look.

"Nice bed."

Brian's tongue crept to his cheek. "Glad you approve."

Justin lay back on the bed and wiggled his hips. "Aren't ya gonna come over here and keep me company?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"That's all I want to think about when I'm with you," Justin purred.

"I thought I'd make us some dinner first. Then we can fuck all night."

Justin got up from the bed. "Bri, I didn't know you could cook? Will wonders never cease."

Brian blushed. "I'm not that good but I'll do what I can. I promise not to poison you."

Justin kissed him lightly. "I'm sure I'll love it."

They put their arms around each other and headed for the kitchen. Justin looked around. "What can I do to help?"

"Nothing, you're my guest; just relax."

Brian made a low fat chicken pasta dish. Brian had already preset the dining room table for two. There were even candles on the table much to Justin's delight. Brian served them both and then he took out his lighter and lit the candles. Justin stared into Brian's eyes.

"Oh Bri, this is amazing."

Brian looked down at the table a bit embarrassed.

"I'm glad you like it."

They ate their dinner and enjoyed each other's company. When they were done Brian quickly stacked the dishes in the kitchen sink. He grabbed two beers from the fridge. Brian took Justin's hand and led him back out by the pool. The lights from the pool gave it a romantic setting. They sat by the pool and clinked cans.

Justin smiled shyly. "To us."

They took a sip. Brian looked wistful. "Do you think someday we'll live together?"

"I don't know; I hope so. I know I like being with you."

"Me too."

Justin grew serious. "I'm not sure it would work."

"What? Why?"

Justin sighed dramatically, "You're freakishly neat."

Brian laughed and pushed Justin into the pool. At the last second Justin grabbed him and they both fell into the pool. They gazed at each other and moved into each other's waiting arms for a passionate kiss. Brian held Justin so gently. They stood there in a loving embrace for what seemed like forever. Time stopped for them. They made their way out of the pool dripping wet. Their arms wound around each other and they went up to Brian's bedroom.

Justin peeled off Brian's wet shirt and kissed him as the shirt fell to the floor. His arms snaked around Brian's waist and pulled him closer bringing him up against his body. Justin ground his hips against Brian gasping at the friction. They finished undressing quickly and toppled into bed.

Justin whispered to Brian, "Lay on your stomach. I've got a special surprise for you."

Brian smirked. Justin hit his shoulder lightly. "Not that, I'm going to rim you and you're gonna love it."

Brian grinned, "I like everything you do to me."

Justin covered Brian's body with his own. He kissed the back of Brian's neck. He left fluttery kisses down Brian's spine. Justin propped Brian's hips up with a pillow. Brian could feel Justin's breath puff against his ass. Justin traced Brian's crack all the way down to his balls. Justin spread Brian open, his tongue made lazy circles around Brian's hole. Every time he let his tongue dart over his hole Brian would gasp and moan into the pillow. Justin placed an open mouthed kiss against Brian's twitching hole. Brian tried to hump the pillow beneath him. Justin stiffened his tongue and delved into the sweetness. Brian moaned and panted.

"Oh God, that's amazing, so good."

A smile played across Justin's lips as he worked over Brian's hole. He backed off when he felt Brian was close. Justin rolled on a condom and pulled Brian up onto his knees. Justin prepared Brian a bit more with his fingers wanting Brian relaxed. Justin held on to Brian's hip and guided his shaft in inch by inch. He rode Brian at an even pace. Every moan that came out of Brian made Justin's dick twitch and grow impossibly harder. Justin swiveled his hips making sure he hit upon all of Brian's sweet spots. Sweat dotted his brow. He felt the tingle in his spine. Justin reached underneath Brian and jerked him off roughly to his thrusts. His balls were heavy with cum. Brian came suddenly and his muscles clamped down on Justin's shaft. Justin moaned deeply in his chest as his cum was wrung from his dick. They both collapsed onto the bed. Justin rested against Brain's sweaty back trying to regain his breathing. He carefully withdrew and rolled off Brian.

Brian pulled Justin into his arms. "That was really… something."

Justin blushed, "Did you like it?"

"Fuck yeah."

"I've never um rimmed anyone, thought I'd try it."

"I'm glad you did."

Over the weekend they took turns cooking for each other. They talked and laughed and had amazing mind blowing sex. Both boys were sad to see the weekend come to an end.

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Everyone came to see the big track events. Justin watched with excitement and pride as Brian ran in one of the shorter events. He was on his feet cheering with all the rest of the crowd when Brian won the race. Justin made his way down to him.

"You're wonderful, you know that?"

"Justin, I tried to find you before the race. What's going on? The whole school's talking about that censored page in the school paper."

"Oh that." Justin fidgeted knowing Brian wouldn't be happy.

"I heard it was about being gay, was it?"

"Um."

"You wrote it, didn't you?"

"Yes, but it's not that big a deal."

"Really? I can't believe you did this! People know we're friends now."

"So what, it was anonymous."

"People aren't stupid, Justin."

Brian stalked off angrily preparing for the next race. Justin sighed and wandered back to find Daphne hard at work selling the school paper to the parents. "What's up with Brian?" Daphne asked.

"He's not happy about the article that wasn't."

Brian's dad interrupted his stretching.

"Brian, I wanted to ask you who Justin Taylor is."

Brian grew very nervous. "What? Why?"

"The pictures he took of you are really good. Your mother would like some prints."

"I don't really know him."

Joan came up to them with Justin by the arm. "I've found him Jack; this is Justin Taylor."

"Hi, Mr. Kinney."

"Justin was complimenting me on what a lovely house we have."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes at Brian.

Brian flinched at being caught.

"He stayed the weekend with Brian." Joan patted Justin's arm.

Just then Justin's parents came over. Brian felt like he wanted to vomit; he'd never been so nervous in all his life.

"I've got a race to run," Brian murmured.

Justin, always trying to be polite introduced his parents. "Brian, these are my parents."

Brian murmured a quiet hello and scurried off to the starting line. He watched Justin talking to his parents. He didn't know what Justin would tell them. He tried to just concentrate on the race.

Justin just wanted to disappear. "Really, I don't know Brian all that well."

Jack looked at him sternly. "But you did come by the house?"

"Yes, for a while."

Craig clamped a hand to Justin's shoulder. "You said you were with Brian all weekend."

Justin thought up a lie off the top of his head. "Well it was really more like an hour. Then I hung out at Daphne's. We snuck out and went to a club."

"Justin."

"Wait; they're starting."

The starting pistol's shot rang out. Brian didn't even think he just took off. His teammates started laughing.

"Why not wait for the baton, Kinney?"

Brian waited for Chris to pass off the baton to him. He fumbled it but he held on to it and ran. He ran not thinking about Justin or the position he was now put in with his parents. They would wonder why he'd lied. It was a close call but Brian won the race.

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Jennifer pulled Craig aside. "Can we go sit in the car; I've got something to tell you."

"I suppose."

Jennifer twisted her purse strap nervously. "Craig, I believe Justin did stay the weekend with Brian."

"Then what's with all the lying?"

"Craig, Justin is gay."

Craig glared at his wife. "No son of mine is gay."

"That's no way to handle this. He is. If I wanted to be honest I've probably always known but I just didn't want to have to face it. That's why he's been moody. Lately he's been pretty happy. I think he and Brian…"

"I'm not going to listen to this."

"You might not listen now but you will have to."

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Justin wandered into the boy's locker room hoping to catch Brian. Brian was alone packing up his bag.

"Hey, good race."

"Thanks. Why did you tell your parents you were at my place?"

A harsh laugh escaped Justin's throat. "I thought we were going to be honest about being friends. You're still ashamed of me, like I've got queer stamped on my forehead or something."

"People are going to find out," Brian whispered.

"Is that really so bad, Brian? We're graduating and going off to college. Who the fuck cares?"

"I'm not ready; my parents, they can't know."

Justin went over and held Brian. Their faces were inches apart when Chris and Dave entered the locker room.

"What the fuck?" Chris yelled.

For a split second Justin saw the fear in Brian's eyes.

Brian pushed him away. "Get off me, you fucking faggot."

Brian punched him in the face. Justin crumpled to the floor and curled up. Justin whimpered as he felt the kick to his ribs. He heard them leave but remained where he was, trembling on the floor. Justin couldn't believe Brian had hurt him. His head felt like it was pounding and every time he took a breath it felt like someone was crushing his ribs. Justin picked himself up off the floor. He could feel the swelling in his eye already starting. On his way out Justin ran into Daphne.

"Daph, can you please take me home?"

"Sure, Justin what the fuck? Who did that to you? Was it Chris?"

"Daph can we just please get out of here. I have a real headache."

"I'll bet." Daphne led Justin down to her car.

Justin was quiet on the ride home. "It was Brian."

"What?" Daphne gasped. "I'll kill that bastard!"

"It's not his fault."

"The fuck it's not. Are you going to tell me you tripped and fell on his fist?"

"We were about to kiss and Chris and Dave walked in."

"So he had to take it out on you instead?"

Justin sighed, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Daphne pulled up in front of their houses. She leaned over and kissed Justin's cheek.

"Take care, Justin."

Justin tried but failed at a smile.

"See you at the awards ceremony."

Justin had hoped that he could just slip up to his room without being noticed. Luck wasn't on is side.

"Justin!" Jennifer gasped. "What happened to you?"

"Bullies, I don't really want to talk about it. I just want to lie down."

Jennifer wrapped some crushed ice into a towel and handed it to him. "Justin I know what you've been keeping from us."

"You do?" Justin asked weakly.

"I knew but I was hoping that I was wrong."

"Does dad know?"

"I told him tonight."

"How did he take it?" Justin whispered.

Jennifer shook her head. "I honestly don't know."

"I need to lay down; I'm not feeling so well."

"Ok honey." She hugged Justin and he yelped in pain. "I love you sweetheart, no matter what."

Justin nodded silently and climbed the stairs. Before he got to his bedroom a wave of nausea washed over him. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. He moaned at the strain on his ribs. He went to his room and crawled in bed, not even bothering with his clothes. Justin curled up and sobbed into his pillow. Brian had hit him. He should hate him but he didn't. Somehow Justin fell into a restless sleep.

Justin avoided his parents the next day. He didn't know what to say to them and he wasn't sure he could bear to listen to anything they had to say. Daphne drove him to the awards ceremony. They were late but that was fine with Justin. They made it in time to see Brian receive his sports trophy. The principal shuffled his papers.

"Justin Taylor has won the St. James journalism competition. Justin come up and say a few words."

Justin slowly walked to the stage. He felt like he was going to faint. This is it; he knew what he had to do. Justin accepted the award and the check. He shook hands with the principal.

"I'm very proud… to have won for the school. But uh I feel like a fraud. I wrote about growing up as I might imagine it must be for most of you. There was another article which was supposed to be included in the paper but it was censored because it was about a gay student. I wrote it. I wish you could have read it and then you all might understand. I'm sick of being alone, being picked on. I have virtually no friends." A tear trickled down his cheek. "I'm done hiding who I am and I wish others would speak out too. It's only love. Does it really matter who it's from?" Justin glanced in Brian's direction. Brian slowly shook his head no. Justin was in this alone. "Well thanks for proving my point. I'm gay. I'm sorry mom, dad. Sorry to be such a disappointment, but this is who I am. Thanks for listening."

Justin walked off the stage. Daphne jumped to her feet clapping so did Kay and half the class. As Justin walked past Mr. Adams he patted him on the back. Justin walked out of the auditorium with his head held high.

Daphne and Kay sat with Justin outside.

"You are such a drama queen, Justin."

Justin laughed shakily. "I can't believe I did it. Mom said she's known for a while."

Daphne giggled, "Brian must be shitting himself."

Kay leaned in. "I saw him run off to the track field white as a sheet."

Chris and Dave walked over to them. "Careful, you don't know what you might catch. He's a…."

Daphne cut Chris off. "Faggot, queer anything else you can think of. Yeah he is, and he's a better person than you'll ever be."

Jennifer came up behind Chris. "Justin is my son and I'm very proud of him. If you ever hurt him again I'll make your balls into a change purse!"

Daphne nodded. "My sentiments exactly, Mrs. Taylor."

Justin got up. "There's something I need to do."

Jennifer nodded. "Don't be too late."

Justin found Brian sitting on a bench in front of the track field smoking a cigarette. Justin sat down beside him making sure to keep a big gap between them.

"No one followed you, did they?"

Justin sighed, "No, your precious reputation is safe."

Brian saw Justin's black eye. He reached out to touch Justin but he pulled away.

"I'm so sorry. I can't believe I hit you. You must hate me."

"No, I don't hate you."

"After I hit you all I could think of doing was taking you in my arms and holding you, kissing you all better. It was then that I realized I've never felt so strongly for another person."

"Bri," Justin said in a shaky voice. "You do realize what I just did in there? I'm out and I'm not ashamed." Justin stood biting back the tears. He ran his hand through Brian's hair. "Be happy." Justin walked away and didn't look back.