Devil's Playground

Chapter 4

Justin awoke with the sunrise the next day, just as he had each previous day. Life on the farm had been a demanding one, and the habits were hard to break. When Daphne had found out about his early rising habits, she'd called him a crack head. He still had yet to figure out what that meant exactly.

Instead of getting up automatically, he took a few moments to think. Today was his first day of work. He was really nervous. It was almost as bad as it had been the night before, waiting for the family dinner to start. Justin awoke with a tightening in his crotch that was quickly becoming familiar. After having dreams of Brian, he wasn't surprised.

Exiting his room, he walked across the hallway to the bathroom. Justin was convinced that the whole running water business was by far one of the coolest things about this world. Closing the door and stripping, he stepped into the shower. Turning the shower head away from him, he ran the water. He learned the hard way the first time he'd tried to shower, that aiming it at yourself was a VERY bad idea. The water was cold from sitting in the pipes.

Directing the water onto himself once it warmed up, Justin stuck his head under the powerful spray. This was one of his favorite things. Just standing under the spray. Back in the village they had to collect water from the pump. Then, they had to heat it themselves over the stove. By the time you boiled the last of the water you collected, the tub was tepid at best. Once you were in the water, you just had the tub, not this wonderful system that sprayed the water over you.

As he let the water run over his body, he thought back to the wonderful dreams he'd had the previous night. Of course Brian had a leading role in them. The man was unlike anything Justin had ever known. His hazel eyes, thick brown hair, and lush lips. He possessed indescribable beauty and power.

Justin ran his hands softly over his torso, slowly letting them fall lower and lower, until the fingers of his right hand wrapped around his tumescent cock. Falling into the rhythm that was becoming second nature, he pictured Brian's face in his mind. Using his other arm to brace himself against the wall, he barely registered that his hips began moving in sync with his hand.

Eyes closed, he dropped his head so that his chin was tucked into his chest, and images invaded his head. The previous night, Brian teaching him to play pool, his small self trapped against Brian's long, lean and hard body. Brian's penis, stiff, pressing intimately against his backside. His own wanton response, instinct and need causing him to push back into the hardness he felt through the layers of clothing. The response he'd gotten from Brian…the quiet groan replayed in his head as he reached his peak and erupted. Grunting, trying to keep quite so as not to get caught, he slowly let his now limp penis slip out of his grip; his breathing returning to a normal speed. Using the water to clean himself off, he continued with his shower.

Shutting off the water, he stepped out and onto the small rug on the floor. The first time he'd showered he'd made the mistake of not doing so and had nearly killed himself sliding all over the place. Grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around his waist, he continued to his room. Going to his closet, he went to choose a new outfit. Thinking it was time to change things up a bit, he pulled out a pair of dark blue denim pants. As he pulled them on, he looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure how he felt about these pants. They were very snug in the front and back, riding low on his hips.

It seemed to emphasize what Deb constantly referred to as his "bubble" butt. Turning in the other direction, he stared at his front. It was snug there too. Running his hand down the front of his pants, he remembered how Brian had felt pressed firmly against him. The way he had scandalously molded his body to Brian's and pushed back wantonly. Deep down though, as he considered it more and more, it hadn't felt scandalous. It hadn't felt wrong. It felt like something was missing. Like, there was more, and he just didn't know that half of it.

He stayed that way a bit longer, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Amish bylaws and religious views prevented Justin from every truly studying himself this way. Vanity was one of the seven deadly sins. It would have generated the same response from his father that finding the bust of Molly he'd been creating would have.

He'd never really considered himself. He brought his hand up to his cheeks, running the pads of his fingers over the curve of his lips. Deb had called him beautiful before in the diner. Beautiful. It was strange, hearing all these different reactions to his physical features. Back on the farm, no one said anything. The way you looked didn't really matter; after all, vanity was a downfall that only sinners were guilty of.

Running his hands down his chest, he rubbed his hand over his torso, feeling the few muscles he had. His father had been right. He never did bulk up, regardless of all the labor his father made him do. Moving bales of hay, carrying the big buckets back to the house after milking the cows, churning butter. Churning butter…he flushed red again thinking about the task. There would never again be a moment where he could think about churning butter and not become flushed.

There seemed to be an obsession with physicality and the body in this world. He knew he appreciated Brian's. Brian seemed to appreciate his as well. He figured he should just as well thank the Lord for that, seeing as that on the farm he was a very unlikely suitor. Shrugging, and turning away from his reflection, he went to pick a shirt.

Picking outfits was fun. It appealed to the hidden artist in him. The mixing and matching…it was a luxury he wasn't given at the village. The outfits were pretty basic there -- black trousers with a blue or white shirt. There wasn't a whole lot of variety. Looking over his newly acquired wardrobe, he considered his options. He saw the red long sleeved shirt towards the back. He loved this shirt for different reasons. First, it was red. That may not have seemed like a big deal to most, but the Amish rejected and scorned the color red. It was scandalous and evil. The color of the devil. Also, it was different from the outfits he'd worn so far. It was snug, tight across his chest, stomach, and arms, showcasing the few muscles he had acquired through working on the farm. It also had a cute little hood. Realistically, it wasn't practical. The shirt was thin and wouldn't be much protection when the weather got harsh, but Daphne assured him that it made him look fantastic. Thinking that perhaps he'd run into Brian at some point in the diner, he decided it would be the shirt for the day.

Glancing at himself in the mirror one last time, he smiled, pleased at what he saw. Shrugging he thought, 'If I'm going to be a sinner, I may as well do it right.'

A look at his clock told him that it was now 7:00 a.m. He still had 45 minutes to go before he and Deb had to leave for work. Hearing some noise coming up from the kitchen, he decided to head downstairs.

"Sunshine!" Deb called out when he reached the bottom of the staircase, "come sit down and eat some breakfast. You're too fucking skinny."

Grinning, he sat down as she put a plate down in front of him.

"Deb, you said that I'll have two hours between shifts today, right?" he asked as he began eating.

"Yep. You'll have a two hour lunch break sweetie, to do whatever you want. I don't know if going out and wandering around is a good idea yet. Some of those boys on Liberty will just gobble you up!"

"Actually," he continued between bites, "I was wondering if you had any spare cloth around. I was thinking that maybe I'd start a quilt."

"A quilt? Well, shit honey, I've got cloth coming out my ass!" Deb exclaimed smiling. Seeing Justin's shocked expression, she started laughing.

"I take it that's another one of those expressions people use," he muttered, resuming his chewing after his initial shock.

"That's right Sunshine. See, you're catchin' on," she smiled, ruffling his hair. "I'll go scrounge up that cloth for you. I'll also grab my sewing kit. You can hang out in the employee break room during your lunch and quilt your little heart out."

Heading up the stairs, Deb smiled to herself. 'And his parents didn't have a fuckin' clue,' she thought chuckling.

"Ok Sunshine, you get to carry around this tub. As you see people leave the tables, or if you see them finish their food, you make rounds and pick up the dirty dishes. Sound simple enough?" Deb asked when she finished explaining things to Justin.

"Yeah. Tub, dishes, kitchen," he replied smiling brightly.

Deb grinned back, not being able to help it when the kid smiled. Smacking him lightly, she turned and headed off to take some orders.

The job was easy enough. Although it was crowded when he started, Justin had no trouble keeping up with the tasks involved in being a busboy. He found he liked it best when he cleared things off from tables that were still occupied. If they were still occupied, the people tended to stuff money in his pockets.

Well, money, and make grabs for his butt. He was sure that he was going to be bruised. He'd been shocked, a little indignant when the first guy had touched him. Once he'd discussed it with Deb though, she'd told him to expect it, and then some. Apparently his bubble butt was quite a commodity when it came to gay men, and everyone would "want a piece of that ass." Shaking his head, he grinned to himself. Either way, judging by the weight of his pockets, he would probably be able to pay Daphne back for her generosity much sooner than he'd expected.

Around 11 the morning rush began to dwindle, and busy tables became few and far between. Justin moved behind the counter and began sorting out the money that had been stuffed into his pockets.

"Holy shit, Sunshine," Deb remarked as she stepped up behind him, "that's quite a load you're carrying in your pants! And I don't just mean your cock!"

Justin blushed, Daphne having explained the dual meaning behind that word the other day,

"People kept shoving this in my pocket. Do I have to give it to you?" he asked innocently.

"Shit honey, fuck no. That's all yours, and don't let anyone tell you different. Some of the boys that work here are less than honest, and will try to cut your take. Don't listen. What they shove in your pants is all yours. Also, the wait staff is supposed to give you ten percent of their tips at the end of their shifts because you're bussing their tables and helping them out. I'll give you your cut, Kiki over there, she will too. There's a few others who'll play fair, but for the most part, they're a greedy bunch and you'll get ripped off. So hang on to what they give you! Now let's see how much you made this morning."

Deb helped him sort his money and count it all out. He wound up with fifty dollars after working just three hours. Deb told him that was pretty good considering he wasn't serving. Since things had calmed down, and it was just before the lunch shift, Debbie decided to show him how to work the register. If there was anything else that Justin had learned in his little foray into the outside world, it was that these people were almost completely reliant on electricity and all the appliances that worked on it. At least the register wasn't creepy like phones were.

At noon, Debbie told him to go ahead and sit at a booth and take his lunch break. He was given a two hour lunch break since it was his first day, so he grabbed the bag he'd brought along with his quilting supplies, and sitting in a booth at the very back of the diner, he got to his project.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He was making a small quilt for Gus. After spending a little bit of time with the boy, he developed a fondness for him that had nothing to do with his own attraction to the boy's father. Gus was a beautiful child. He wanted to give the boy something to have with him always, that perhaps he could pass down to his own children. In his world, family and your roots were important, and many children were given quilts as babies that they accepted and grew up with. Then, once they were adults, they added to their quilt and passed it on, and so a legacy lived on. He didn't know much about Gus, he was a baby and didn't really have much in terms of hobbies, but he knew about Gus's family and those that loved him.

That would be his focus in the quilt. There would be one square on the quilt dedicated to each member of the "family" they belonged too. A square for Gus would be in the center. Then, surrounding him would be squares representing Ted, Emmett, Brian, Michael, Lindsay, Melanie, Daphne, and himself. Then, along the top would be a square symbolizing Vic and Debbie, whom he realized were the mother and father figure of them all. The rest of the quilt would just consist of different swatches of material until it was big enough for the small boy to be bundled in.

He'd been planning and cutting and pinning for a half hour, picking at the sandwich and fries that Debbie had brought him before stating, "When you work, you eat free," when he noticed that someone sat in the booth across from him. Confused, and annoyed at the interruption, he looked up to see who it was.

"Hey beautiful," the greasy haired kid from his first day on Liberty Avenue smiled.

"Hey," he responded, shifting uncomfortably. He remembered his name was Ethan, simply because he'd been the first guy to hit on him.

"You probably don't remember me," the kid continued.

"Ethan," Justin mumbled, focusing on his quilt again, hoping the kid would get the hint.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right," Ethan smiled, settling into the booth, mistaking Justin's reply as interest, "so, you haven't called."

"I haven't really settled, I just got here," Justin returned, not looking up.

"You don't have a phone then?"

"Don't like 'em."

"You don't like phones?" Ethan asked, laughing.

"No," Justin was being short purposely. He'd always been taught to be respectful and mindful of others. He wouldn't be rude, it just wasn't in him, but he could do his best to make it clear that the attention wasn't welcome.

"Why not?" Ethan continued, just thinking that this new kid was shy.

Justin sighed, sensing that getting out of this situation wasn't going to happen, settling for a long drawn out break; he glanced up and was about to reply to Ethan's question, when the door to the diner opened and in walked Brian.

Brian's day had been for shit at work. Bob and Brad, the fuck up twins, had done it yet again. He had a presentation to give at 3 that afternoon, and the boards were crap. He decided to stop in the diner to pick up a quick lunch while the boards were back down in the art department and head back. He looked around until he caught Deb's eye and she nodded to acknowledge him. He knew now that she had his order coming, and he could wait. Then, he caught sight of a familiar blond staring at him from the back of the diner, and he immediately headed in his direction. He was smirking back, until he noticed the blond wasn't alone.

Ethan was transfixed by the beauty of the young man in front of him once his face lit up with a smile. At first he thought it was for him, and that excited him even more, until he realized it was actually directed over his shoulder to someone behind him. He began to turn as said recipient made it to their table.

"Hey, Sunshine. Made a new friend?" Brian asked snidely, glaring at the curly haired grease monkey.

"Hey, Brian. This is Ethan," Justin answered, giving him a tight lipped smile.

Brian, reading the discomfort and disinterest radiating off of Justin, turned towards Ian, Ethan, or whatever the fuck, and said, "Get lost."

"We were talking. Who the fuck are you?"

"If you don't know, then you don't belong here. Now fuck off, you're in my seat."

Looking between the two of them, Ethan decided that the blond must not have been as available as he thought. Scooting out of the seat, he shot him one last smile and said, "If you get over your fear, call me."

Taking the spot Ethan had vacated, Brian looked around to make sure he hadn't left any grease that would stain his Armani.

"If you didn't want him here, why didn't you tell him to fuck off?"

"What do you mean?" Justin asked.

"From that little 'save me' look you were giving me, I assume you didn't want to put up with that kid's bullshit anymore."

"Well, I was busy. He was only trying to be nice. I should have…"

"Cut the bullshit, Sunshine. If you don't want to deal with someone's shit, just lay it down. Tell them to fuck off. It's short, sweet, and to the point. If not, these fags will keep hounding you 'til you give in," Brian explained.

Justin's eyes widened, and he shook his head,

"That's not the way. The Amish…we're peaceful people. We don't use harsh words or believe in fighting. He would have left eventually; it was just a matter of getting to that point."

Sporting his usual tongue-in-cheek smirk, Brian decided to let it go for now. He'd get his lessons in a little at a time.

"How late are you working tonight?"

"I'm scheduled to work until six tonight. It's really great though. I've made a lot of money, though my butt's kind of sore," Justin babbled.

"Why the fuck is your ass sore?" Brian asked, trying to bite down on his sudden onslaught of rage. That ass was his.

"Uh, some guys have been, um, touching me. Pinching. It's…it's not really all that bad. I mean, they give me money for it and Deb says it's bound to, uh, happen because I'm, um, f-fresh m-meat," he stammered out. He didn't really understand why Brian was upset.

Realizing that he was making Justin nervous, Brian instantly calmed himself down. It wasn't the kid's fault; he was only trying to make a buck. If it helped him make an extra couple, then fuck it. Who was he to judge? As long as no one got closer than a couple of pinches, he could manage. No one was going to show Justin about the hidden pleasures of fucking and sucking but him.

"Yeah. You're new; they're all going to be ready to pounce. Just watch your back. Anyways, what are you working on?"

"A quilt," Justin answered. He was about to tell Brian about his project when Deb stepped up, dropping a brown bag in front of Brian unceremoniously.

"Turkey on whole wheat, no mayo," she blurted out, smiling.

"Thanks Deb," Brian answered, handing her a ten. Looking at Justin, he joked, "We need to find you a fucking hobby, Sunshine. Something that'll show you have a pair. In fact, I'm sure that you know of something that's A LOT more fun than quilting that you could occupy yourself with, that involves occupying quite a bit of yourself," he finished with a suggestive arch of his eyebrow.

Justin turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the color of his shirt. Taking the ten, Deb whacked Brian upside the head and muttered, "Quit thinking with your dick, asshole; he's still fresh to the whole guy on guy shit."

"How is it that you manage to end up with all the little queers that need rescuing, Deb?" Brian asked, smirking.

"I don't fucking know. But this one's a cutie, so I don't mind," she replied, smiling at Justin and patting his cheek gently.

"Better than Cody. God that shit head was a fucking piece of work. Well, duty calls…I have another multi-million dollar account calling my name. Thanks Deb, keep the change. Later, Sunshine."

"Later," Justin responded, smiling.

The day progressed in the same manner. Customers came and went, more pinching, more grabbing, but best of all, more money. Justin was a hit with all the new customers, and towards the end of his shift, his body began to have fun with the attention. Unknowingly, he added a sway to his hips, just a small sashay that drew the focus of every guy's gaze, if it wasn't already pinned to his lovely ass.

At around 5:45 Deb told him he could get going. She was going to have to stay later and cover for another one of the waitresses that had called in sick.

"Why don't you sit down, sweetie, let me try to get a hold of Vic. Maybe he can come and get you. I don't want you walking alone yet," she told him as she walked towards the register to use the phone.

"Don't bother. I'll get Sunshine home," Brian said, walking into the diner, the bell jingling obnoxiously at his entrance.

"No, I know what you want to do to Sunshine, and taking him to my house isn't it," Debbie admonished loudly.

"Deb, I need someone to listen to me talk about myself. I landed the account, not that there was ever any doubt. I'll get our resident Amish boy home safe and sound," he replied, tongue-in-cheek, "scout's honor."

Debbie looked at Brian who was holding up the three fingered salute obnoxiously, then turned to Justin. As much as she felt this was a bad idea, she couldn't say no to the smile on his face.

"Like you were ever a fucking boy scout. You get him home!" she told Brian, wagging her finger at him.

"Come along, dear," he spoke to Justin, sneering good-naturedly.

"What'd you come in for?" Deb asked as they walked out.

"Dinner…but in honor of my victory, I just decided something less poisonous was in order."

Grabbing a dish towel, Debbie flung it at Brian's retreating form, hitting him on the butt.

"This is fucking Armani!"

"And that's the fucking pink plate special. Now get your ass out of here."

Walking out of the diner, Brian swiped at the ass of his suit making sure that there wasn't any food transferred from the rag Deb had thrown. He didn't know why he'd stopped at the diner. He'd looked at his radio in the jeep and realized it was almost the end of Justin's shift and had figured, why not? Not that he'd ever admit to that, though.

He unlocked the passenger door to the jeep and was about to walk around to the driver's side when he noticed Justin was a few steps away, staring at the sky.

"What are you doing?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Back in the village…the stars were everywhere. Shining, lighting up the night sky, it was beautiful. I think if I miss anything about the village, it was being able to look at the sky. You just can't see it as well with all the buildings," Justin answered, looking back at Brian, smiling softly.

Seeing the sad, disappointed smile on Justin's face, Brian felt the sudden urge to change it. Gesturing for Justin to get in with his head, he walked around to his side and got in.

"Buckle up," he mumbled as he pulled out, destination in mind.

Just seconds into the car ride, Justin knew they weren't heading for Debbie's house. Everything was unfamiliar on the roads they were driving. Curious, and forgetting his fear in the process, he asked Brian, "Where are we going?"

Not answering, Brian just focused on the road.

Justin noticed that the buildings were becoming fewer, and the clusters of homes and cars were becoming smaller and smaller. Suddenly, a small park came into view in the middle of a clearing. Parking the jeep, Brian hopped out, and Justin followed.

Brian walked a few steps, away from the jeep. He wasn't sure what he was doing, or why for that matter. He wanted to fuck Justin, pop his cherry. Wooing wasn't in the cards, not that he was trying to woo. He was just trying to ease the kid's transition, make life a bit easier. Yeah, that was it.

Justin followed Brian and stood next to him. Tilting his head back, he smiled a genuinely happy smile. Brian noticed it on the shorter man out of the corner of his eye.

Realizing that Brian was not the kind of man who would take well to gushing or thanks, Justin did neither, instead, focusing on his little hobby instead.

"Can you see the North star?" he asked.

"It's in the Big Dipper, isn't it?" Brian replied, calling upon the few things he remembered from the astronomy class he'd taken as a Gen Ed in college.

"No, it's in Ursa Minor, rather, the Little Dipper. See the big ladle? If you look over that way a bit, you can see the smaller version…the North Star is the tip of the handle. It's guided sailors for centuries. Just that one little star," Justin murmured, pointing.

"No shit," Brian commented, kind of seeing what Justin was pointing too.

"Look, over there is Andromeda. It's that chain of stars that kind of looks like a woman's outstretched arms, chained at the wrists," Justin pointed, getting excited.

"Oh yeah, look at that," Brian muttered mildly. He couldn't see a God damned thing.

"Have you ever heard the story of Andromeda?"

"I have a feeling I'm about to," Brian answered, smirking.

"Well, according to Roman mythology, Andromeda was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, the King and Queen of Ethiopia. The story goes that Cassiopeia was a boastful woman. She began to brag that Andromeda, her daughter was far more beautiful than even Juno, the queen of the Gods. Well, Neptune, God of the sea, was outraged by this insult to his nymphs, and sent a monster to ravage the land of Ethiopia. Horrified, Cepheus consulted an oracle who told him that the only way to appease Neptune would be to sacrifice his virgin daughter to the monster. Chaining Andromeda to a rock, they left her at the mercy of the monster.

"Well Perseus, on his way home from slaying the Gorgon Medusa, saw this beautiful maiden…far more beautiful than anyone he'd ever seen before, and fell madly in love. He hurried to Cepheus and Cassiopeia and told them if they gave their daughter's hand in marriage to him, he would save her life and kill the monster. The parents, of course, consented, and Perseus kept his word. With the monster dead, Andromeda and Perseus were married. They lived happily ever after," Justin finished with a dreamy sigh.

Brian turned and looked at Justin. His pale skin illuminated by the moon, his golden hair appearing to glow with an ethereal light. It was as if he were coming across his own Andromeda.

"How do you know all this shit?" he asked when he could get his voice to work.

Blushing, Justin shrugged, "During my final year at school, we had a small unit on astronomy. I was confounded by the formations that exist so many light years away. I learned what I could during school, and absorbed everything else I could find in books thereafter. When it's something you love, it's easy to remember. Besides, it's such a beautiful story, don't you think?"

Brian made a non-committal sound that resembled something like a grunt.

"I mean, how amazing it must have been for Perseus…flying through the air one minute, and all of a sudden struck by the beauty of another mortal. The all consuming love he must have felt in order to risk his life, possibly give everything he'd ever had, ever worked for, simply for a face he saw on a rock. Ever since I read that story, I've dreamed about that love. Wanted it. I always thought perhaps when the right Amish girl came along, we would pair. Now, I see that…well, I don't know. It's too soon to tell I suppose," Justin shrugged, smiling sadly again.

Turning towards Brian, Justin felt rooted towards his spot on the ground. Those hazel eyes were looking deep within his own, seeming to search for something. What, Justin didn't know.

Brian had seen the sad smile come back, and he realized that again, he would do everything in his power to make it disappear. Moving slowly, he inched closer and closer. When Justin's lips were just a breath away, Deb's face appeared in his mind, wagging her finger at him and calling him an asshole for taking advantage of "Sunshine" in the moonlight.

Justin's breathing accelerated as he and Brian slowly moved towards each other. A part of him still thought that he was doing something wrong, something evil. Lust was another one of the seven deadly sins they were taught to fight. But attempting logic, he wondered, 'how could something be so bad, if it felt so right?' Then, he felt Brian's hesitation when they were centimeters apart. Fearing he'd done something wrong, he held his breath. Daphne's face appeared in his mind, the conversation they'd had once Brian had dropped him off after Woody's replayed in his mind,

"I can't believe you! How come you didn't kiss him?"

"Me?" Justin looked shocked. "I thought he was going to kiss me."

Daphne flopped down on the couch. "Didn't you want him to?"

Justin looked down at his sneakers. "Yes."

"You need to be more aggressive, you want to kiss him you just do it."

Not willing to have another missed opportunity; Justin threw an arm around Brian's neck and closed the gap for him. It was forward, it was wanton, it was wrong…but it just felt so *fucking* good. If he had been more aware, he would have applauded himself for using one of his recently acquired words.

Brian couldn't believe what was happening. He'd been about to back off, not wanting to push Justin too prematurely, when suddenly his soft lips were pressing against his own. Tentatively, but with enough pressure to demand attention. Inexperience made it sweet, but his desire that had been teetering on the brink of control broke free, and he was going to teach the boy about the art of kissing if nothing else tonight.

Brian brought his hands to Justin's hips to bring the boy closer. Gripping them tightly, he ground their hips together, causing Justin to moan and shudder. His mouth open, Brian snuck his tongue in.

Justin was in Heaven. He truly thought so. Brian's lips were soft and lovely; they molded to his own perfectly. Then, he felt Brian's hands on his hips, pulling him closer, and he just couldn't deny the motion. When he'd felt Brian intimately rub against him, he couldn't keep himself from moaning, or his body from reacting itself. He stilled when he felt Brian's tongue in his own mouth. This was…different. Unsure of what to do, he let Brian do whatever he was doing, enjoying the feeling. Then, he decided to mimic the actions himself, rubbing his own tongue over Brian's. This was MUCH better. Brian tasted exotic. At this moment, Justin thought that if that apple Eve picked tasted half as good as this hazel eyed man did, he too would have risked expulsion from paradise. He shuddered again involuntarily, his senses overloading.

Brian couldn't stop. He thought that perhaps a taste of Justin would tide him over for a while, but he was wrong. After one taste, he was more determined to take even more. He felt Justin shudder in his arms, and he was suddenly brought back to the present. They were outside in a park and it wasn't the warmest night. He may not have felt it because of his suit, but Justin was just wearing a thin, long-sleeved shirt. Debbie might forgive him for corrupting the kid, but she wouldn't let it go if he brought him home with fucking pneumonia or something. Pulling away, he grinned at Justin's whimper of protest. The kid may not have much experience, but boy, did he learn fast.

"It's cold," he began.

"I don't feel it," Justin whispered, his voice thick and husky, lips swollen and red.

"The jeep," Brian continued, shoving Justin lightly in its direction. Noticing the pout that took over the young man's features, he grinned to himself. He walked quickly, his long legged stride getting him to the driver's side door before Justin made it to the passenger side. Settled, he watched as Justin dragged open the door and hefted himself into the seat. Slamming it shut, he was about to reach for the seatbelt when Brian stopped him.

"Let me," he whispered, reaching across Justin.

Justin leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn't know what to think. One minute they were kissing like there was no tomorrow then suddenly it was over. He hadn't wanted it to end!! He was contemplating how to go about maybe maneuvering things so that it happened again, when he felt himself fall backwards. Gasping, he opened his eyes and gripped the sides of the seat, unsure of what was happening.

Brian watched Justin as the boy leaned back with his eyes closed. He wasn't done playing yet, but at least it was warmer in the jeep. He reached across Justin with his right hand, and placed his left on the passenger seat. Pulling up on the lever that controlled the recline position of the seat, he pushed down with his left hand, and grinned at Justin's frightened look and gasp. Moving quickly, he threw a leg over the gear shift, and positioned himself above Justin. He watched as Justin's gaze slowly shifted from one of shock and fear, to one of awareness and arousal. It was a good thing the kid wasn't aware of that look yet, because it could be lethal.

Leaning down, he continued where they left off, just plundering Justin's mouth. His tongue searched every orifice of that sweet mouth, leaving no spot untouched. Shoving his hands into the pale, gold hair, he fisted it, and tugged gently, eliciting moans. Justin's own hands moved up to tangle in the silky tresses of brunette hair.

Pulling away because breathing was becoming a problem, Brian launched an attack on Justin's neck. Nibbling, sucking, and licking, he made a path to a spot just behind Justin's ear. As he sucked there, Justin's moans got louder, and he arched up wildly against Brian. Grinning into his task, he sucked harder, alternating between the sucking and licking. Justin began bucking wildly, moving his hands from Brian's hair to his hips, and holding him in place as he rubbed himself sinuously and shamelessly. The friction was glorious. He began to feel the familiar building pressure as his cock rubbed against Brian's through their pants. Over and over, applying more pressure to make it rougher and harder, he continued, Brian allowing him to set his own pace for the pleasure. Suddenly, Brian bit down on the skin that was now bruised from the sucking; not to hurt, but hard enough to give that final push. With one final arch, Justin felt himself grow wet as his seed spilled from his throbbing dick.

Pulling away slightly, Brian watched as recognition slowly returned to the pale, blue eyes. Leaning down and capturing Justin's lips softly this time, eyes open and on each other, he moved himself, trying to find some release as well. Grinding his cock, still hard and stiff in his pants, against Justin's thigh, he felt the young man's penis slowly come back to life.

Brian would have never labeled dry humping an erotic act, but now, as they held each other's gaze, kissing every so often he would argue with anyone who said it wasn't. He was getting close, when Justin's eyes clouded over again and his deep tell tale grunt signaled he'd found release yet again. Grinning, and burying his face in the blonde's neck, Brian felt himself about to go over when the sound of "1812 overture" broke through their little tryst.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked, pissed.

"Huh…wha?" Justin muttered, still drifting back from his sexual high.

Feeling a vibrating coming from Justin's pants, Brian asked,

"Do you have a cell phone?"

Feeling the vibrating himself, Justin's eyes widened,

"What's that?"

Brian felt Justin's cock hardening for a third time at the feeling of the vibrating cell phone. He didn't know whether to laugh or yell.

"It's your fucking phone. Which damn pocket is it in?" he asked.

Reaching between their bodies, Justin pulled the silver object out of his pocket. Holding it gingerly between two fingers, he held it out to Brian.

"Here."

"What the fuck do I want it for?" Brian asked.

"I…I don't like it." Justin muttered eager to get the offending tool away from him.

Rolling his eyes, Brian took the phone from Justin and answered it. "What?!" he barked.

"Justin?" a female voice asked.

"Does this fucking sound like Justin?" he asked, annoyed.

"Brian?"

"Congratulations, you win the prize."

"Where's Justin? This is Daphne," the girl answered, ignoring the man's sarcastic attitude.

Putting the phone in Justin's hands, he said, "Talk, it's your new fag hag."

Bringing the phone up to his head, he held it 6 inches away, glancing at it warily, before speaking loudly,

"DAPHNE?"

"Justin?"

"DAPHNE, I DON'T LIKE THIS."

"Justin, I get that ok, just, where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago. Deb's ready to call the cops."

"I'M WITH BRIAN. WE'LL BE HOME SOON. THIS IS TOO WEIRD. I CAN'T SEE YOU BUT YOUR VOICE IS HERE. GOODBYE."

Justin ended the call, and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. Brian had already begun to move back to the driver's seat. Leaning over and pulling the lever to spring Justin's seat forward, he stayed in place so that as Justin came up, they were inches apart again. Kissing Justin one final time, he whispered,

"This is far from over, Sunshine."

It was part threat, and part promise. Regardless, Justin couldn't wait. Brian buckled his seat belt for him, before sitting up and buckling his own. Turning on the car and putting it in gear, he started for Deb's.

"So, how about you explain why you turn bright red at the mention of churning butter."

Just as Brian said it, Justin turned bright red at those two words and looked out the passenger window.

"It's nothing. It's stupid really," he muttered.

"Then it won't be a big deal to share, right?" Brian shot back.

Knowing that Brian was going to keep going until he found out, Justin explained the whole butter churning incident to Brian, down to his father walking in right afterwards and thinking he was feverish. To Brian's credit, he kept himself from laughing to spare Justin a bit of embarrassment.

As Brian pulled into Deb's driveway, Justin prepared himself to say goodbye, as much as he didn't want to. Putting the car in park, Brian leaned over and unbuckled the belt for Justin, stopping to kiss him for the last time that night. Leaning his forehead against Justin's, hazel eyes locked with blue, and he whispered,

"Later."

Smiling, Justin felt better knowing there was something to look forward to.

"Later," he replied. Opening the door, he walked up to Deb's house, smiling brighter than ever.