Devil's Playground

Chapter 7

"Justin…Oh Justin!"

Justin burrowed his head deeper into the pillow. Assuming he was dreaming, he willed his mind to shut up so he could continue sleeping. Brian's face suddenly appeared in his mind; he sighed dreamily and began to fall back into dreamland.

"JUSTIN!"

He bolted upright, confused; disoriented. He noticed Daphne sitting on the edge of his bed smiling brightly. He glared at her blearily, using the back of his hands to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"What are you doing here so early?" he mumbled.

"Early? I should be asking you what you're doing in bed so late!" she replied, laughing. "Someone must have had a busy ni-ight."

"What are you talking about?" Justin groaned, falling back on his pillows and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"Justin, it's practically one o'clock in the afternoon. What did you - whoa Mama!"

Lifting his arm and peeking at Daphne, he tried to see what caught her attention. Noticing that she seemed to focus on a spot on his bed spread, he laid his arms down to flatten it and see what it was. He saw the lump signifying his usual morning hard-on.

"Shit!" he bolted upright again, hunching over protectively, feeling his face grow hot.

Daphne opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Justin held a hand up.

"Don't," he said, "Please. Just don't. I'm going to shower and we can talk after."

Throwing the covers back, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing pants and a shirt, he hurried into the bathroom before anything else embarrassing could occur. Taking off the boxers and t-shirt he'd slept in, Justin's eyes widened as he thought about what Daphne had said. One in the afternoon! He'd never slept that late. Not even when he was ill! Then again, after last night…

Last night. Brian and he had…well; Brian had said they'd just jerked each other off. His penis had been in Brian's hands, and he had held Brian's as well. He bit back a moan as he remembered how the long, hard cock had felt in his hands. The way the older man's warm fingers had felt on his own member; pulling and teasing. Rubbing…Justin started to reach for himself, seeking release again.

"JUSTIN, YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR ASS UP!! JERK OFF SOME OTHER TIME!"

The blond jumped, startled with Daphne's pounding on the door. Glaring at it, he huffed and got in the shower, grumbling about demanding, bossy women.

"All right, what's up?" he asked, feeling much better once he was fresh and clean.

"So what happened with you and Brian last night? He really wore you out! Did you guys fuck? Right there with Gus?!" Daphne rushed on hurriedly, a million questions that she wanted answered.

"NO! No! Jeez. No! I mean, I don't even really understand how that works with two men," he paused, shaking his head. "We just, I mean we, well…"

"Oh fucking A, just spit it out!"

"He touched my," he looked around wide eyed, half expecting a sign of his impending doom, "my penis."

"He jerked you off? Oh man! Did he blow you?"

"Blow me? Why would he blow on me? That's just ridiculous Daphne, I mean, I wasn't wet or anything."

"What? No, no…never mind. Anyway, he jerked you off. What else?" she asked, leaning forward, nodding eagerly.

Justin rubbed a hand over the back of his head. He was more comfortable discussing most things with Daphne than with anyone else, yet, this just felt awkward. Mostly because he didn't really know much about what he was doing, let alone explaining it.

"Well, I touched his too."

"OH MY GOD!! YOU GOT TO SEE BRIAN'S DICK!! TOUCH IT!?!" Daphne shrieked. Justin's eyes bugged out and he waved his arms frantically trying to get her to shut up. Covering her mouth with his hands, Daphne flung herself face first into the bed, still shrieking. Finally coming out for air, she continued, "I am so fucking jealous. Brian Kinney's dick…I mean, that's like a state monument. I bet it's as big as one. Is it?"

Justin shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I don't exactly have much to compare it to."

"Is he bigger than you?"

"DAPHNE!" Justin blushed furiously.

"What? You play with yourself enough, you should be able to compare."

Shaking his head, Justin shrugged again, "He's longer. His looks different."

Confused, Daphne asked,

"What do you mean he looks different?"

"Well, he doesn't have the same tip as I do," he explained, squirming.

"OH! DUH! Stupid me!" Daphne slapped her hand to her forehead, "Amish are uncut. The Amish guys don't get circumcised. Some men out here do. It's not really that big of a deal."

"Oh."

"Well, did you guys use condoms, or did you just spooge everywhere?"

"Condoms? What are those?" Justin asked, worried.

"Well, that answers that question. A condom is like a cover you put on your penis. There's a lot of diseases that you can get if you don't wear one and you come into contact with other people's 'fluids'," Daphne explained.

"DISEASES?!" Justin asked, looking at his own crotch worriedly.

"Yeah. There's tons. Whenever you do stuff with someone, you should really wear one. Some of them can't be cured."

"Oh no! Is it going to fall off? What happens? Oh my goodness," Justin got up and started pacing.

"Justin, calm down."

"Calm down?! Disease's Daphne…DISEASES!! What if I have one?! What if it doesn't work anymore?! Oh wow…" Justin sat down on the bed, dropping his head in his hands.

"No, no. I'm sure you're fine. Brian gets tested regularly and he always is careful. He wouldn't put you at risk like that."

"Really?" He asked, on the verge of tears.

"Yeah. Calm down. Just for future reference, when you experiment with other guys, use condoms."

"I don't want to be with other guys. Brian's…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say that now, but you never know. Just promise me, Justin. You'll always be careful." Daphne interrupted.

"I will. I promise."

There was silence as they sat there, each deep in thought.

"Hey Daph?"

"Yeah?" she asked, looking over at him.

"What do condoms look like? How do you use them?"

"Uh…Ask Brian," she replied, looking away turning red, "I'm sure he'll give you a hands on demonstration."

After his talk with Daphne he had more questions than ever. He wanted to be safe. He was heading into unknown territory and he didn't want to get in over his head, most of the time he already felt that way. Daphne suggested he go talk to Brian to get his questions answered. It made sense. Brian was a gay man who would know definitely more than Daphne. Justin blushed at the thought of having to ask Brian such personal questions. When he thought about it who else was there to ask? He'd rather clean five barns than ask Michael anything.

Justin pulled his new winter parka from the hall closet. He got it the last time Daphne took him shopping. Daphne loved to shop for him more than herself so it seemed. Justin went out to the garage and got Melanie's bike. The bike was silver chrome with a black seat and handle bars. It was a very sleek bike, much fancier than the old rickety one he used to get around on the farm with. It was even a boy's bike with the bar going across instead of sloping down. It had actually been a while since he had ridden a bike. He got on and pushed off to a wobbly start. He found his balance and took off in the direction of Brian's loft. Justin had a good sense of direction and wasn't worried about getting lost. Of course if he was completely honest with himself he'd memorized where Brian's loft was when he first spent the night. When he got to Fuller and Tremont Justin chained up his bike to the lamp post outside of Brian's building. Melanie had given him the chain with the bike and reminded him fiercely to lock the bike up if he took it anywhere.

Justin took the stairs up to the top loft and knocked on Brian's metal door. He had seen the Jeep out front so he knew Brian was home. Justin smiled brightly when Brian pulled back the door. Brian had on a white t - shirt and his black faded jeans with one button undone. Brian looked startled to see the young blond.

"Justin, hey, how did you get in?"

Justin looked at him funny. "Um through the front door." Justin wondered if Brian forgot to button his pants but didn't say anything. He was enjoying the view, sin be damned. Brian realized how that must have sounded to Justin.

"It's just I usually have to buzz people in if they want to come up to see me. Fucking latch must be broke yet again." Brian waved Justin in. Justin shrugged off his parka and set it on a stool.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

Brian gestured off handedly to his computer. "Nah, I was just finishing up an account. I could use a break."

Justin looked to where Brian had gestured and stared in utter fascination at the glowing box sitting on Brian's desk. Brian chuckled softly at Justin's wonderment. He sat down on his desk chair and saved all his work. Brian snagged Justin's hand and pulled him down onto his lap so he could see his computer.

"It glows," Justin breathed in awe.

"It's a computer." He thought of how to explain it to Justin. "It's like a very modern pencil and paper." He reached around Justin and brought up a blank page. He typed 'Justin Taylor'.

Justin squeaked, "That's my name."

As an afterthought Brian typed a little more. 'Has the best ass I've ever seen.'

Justin gaped at the message as it appeared then blushed like mad.

"Why don't you try? See these buttons, they're each marked with a letter. You press them to spell out the words you want. Justin tentatively pressed a button and instantly a letter B popped up. He continued slowly hunting and pecking till he spelled out 'Brian Kinney looks hot.' Brian laughed when he saw the message. He caressed Justin's stomach through his t - shirt causing Justin to wiggle on his lap. He had to stifle a groan. Brian kissed Justin's neck then opened a new program he thought Justin might like. It was a graphic art program he used to create some of the mock ups for work. He placed Justin's hand on the mouse and rested his hand on top of it.

"That's the mouse, not to be confused with the rodent" he added quickly. "With this program you can draw things." Brian guided Justin's hand up to the top of the page and selected a blue that matched Justin's eyes. He dragged the mouse around till a blue swirl formed. A soft smile touched Brian's lips when he heard Justin's delighted gasp. Brian was actually enjoying showing Justin the wonders of modern technology. He hoped he could be this kind and patient with his own son. He wanted to be a good father. Brian selected a few more colors to splash upon the page, then he let go letting Justin explore on his own. He didn't even think Justin realized he'd let go of his hand. He sat back and watched Justin create his own masterpiece. The boy definitely had a concept and eye for color. He suspected Justin was a natural artist. He bet that Justin had a lot of talent if only given the chance to explore different mediums.

When Justin stopped he turned around and gave Brian a bright beaming smile. It took Brian's breath away, the smile and Justin's art. It was as good as any abstract art he'd seen lately. The colors were bright and vivid, while not exactly blended to perfection it was a very good first attempt. Brian quickly saved Justin's masterpiece then printed out a copy for Justin to keep. Justin was equally fascinated at how the printer replicated his exact drawing. Justin got up from his lap.

"That was so amazing. I love to draw but I don't get the chance very often. I never thought you could draw without using a pencil or charcoal before."

"I'm glad you had fun. For someone just messing around you turned out something not half bad for a beginner."

Justin blushed at Brian's praise. He still felt awkward accepting compliments. "So what was the reason you came a knocking on my door?"

"Oh that," Justin's blush deepened.

Brian arched a brow curious as to what was on the little blond's mind. Brian led Justin to the sofa and poured them both a double shot of Beam. Justin looked like he could use it. Brian sat across from him on his Barcelona chair. "What's on your mind?"

Justin took a fortifying gulp of the strong liquor. "I um had some questions about the other night, what we did. See Daphne came over this afternoon and she mentioned condoms and disease. She said I should talk to you about it." Justin looked nervously at his crotch. "I don't want to get sick Brian and I don't want it to fall off!"

Brian had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He'd have to remember to thank Daphne. He was actually glad that Justin came to him to learn about sex and to be safe. He leaned forward and touched Justin's leg. "I'm glad you came to me and I always want you to come to me if you have questions about sex and how to be safe because it is very important, no matter how embarrassing. About the other night what we did is considered very tame. Teenagers do that shit. There was no danger at all. I'd never put you at risk."

Justin smiled shyly at Brian.

"I get tested every six months. The last time I was negative and that's a good thing."

"Will I have to be tested?" Justin asked worriedly.

"While you're here, you should get in the habit of getting tested but you don't need to till you've been fucked. The next time I go I'll take you with me."

"I don't like doctors. Very rarely do the Amish use doctors. How do they test you?"

"They draw blood and test it to see if you have HIV."

Justin seemed to curl up on himself.

"It doesn't hurt … much. You either come out positive or negative. You always want to be negative. Vic is HIV+. You should talk to him about it."

A wave of sadness hit Justin; he liked Vic and felt terrible that he was sick. "Isn't there some cure?"

"No, there isn't. A lot of people have died and will die from it. They have medicine now that prolongs their life." Brian got up and went to the bedroom. When he came back he sat down beside Justin. He held up a foil packet. "This is a condom and I want you to make sure no matter who you're with that you make sure they use one, or you for that matter. The fucker is the one who wears the condom the fuckee doesn't."

Justin nodded still a bit confused about all this fucking business. "Ok."

Brian handed him the packet. Justin pinched the very corner of it holding it with two fingers like the thing might attack. Brian rolled his eyes.

"Daphne told me you put it on, um." Justin waved his hand towards his crotch.

"Yeah, it goes on your dick."

Justin wrinkled his nose. "Doesn't it feel funny?"

Brian shook his head. "After awhile you get used to it." Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. It looked like he would have to start from the beginning. He pulled Justin up and into the kitchen with him. "Ok, Sunny boy, pay attention cuz Kinney's lesson in fucking 101 the beginner course is about to begin." Brian was going to keep this as painless as possible with his dignity intact if at all possible. He opened the fridge and removed a huge zucchini. Justin's eyes widened then he giggled.

"I've seen it Brian and I know it isn't that big."

Brian huffed a laugh then got out a normal sized cucumber and kicked the door shut. "Ok let's suit this fucker up." He took the condom from Justin and opened it up. He held it up to show Justin what it looked like. "Ok pretending this is a dick you put it on the tip then just roll it on like so" he demonstrated. "One important thing is you leave room at the tip so the cum has a place to go. These things can break and if it does you really will need to get tested but knowing what you're doing is half the battle."

Just then the phone rang, cucumber still in hand he answered the phone. "What do you want, Mikey? No, I can't hang out right now I'm in the middle of something important." He hung up not bothering to dispel the fact that Michael thought he was fucking a guy. Brian sat the condom covered cucumber on the counter in front of Justin. "So any questions? One day soon you will be tested on this" he smiled seductively. Justin hesitantly picked up the cucumber and ran his finger over the thin latex. It all seemed so weird and yet necessary. Justin looked down at the counter cheeks inflamed. Brian took his chin and lifted it till he was looking him in the eye. "You can ask me anything and I'll honestly answer all your questions. I've pretty much done it all."

"Daphne mentioned something once about blowing."

"Blow jobs?"

"Yeah, so is it really true that you put it in your mouth?" Justin wrinkled his nose. On the one hand he thought it was just so disgusting and wrong. On the other hand his body was more than curious since he was hard as a rock.

"Yes, all gay men suck cock, granted some more than others. I usually get my cock sucked although I can suck cock with the best of 'em. Some guys excel at giving head; others well, you have to watch out for the biters."

Justin flinched and Brian chuckled.

"Don't worry I won't let anything happen to you."

Justin stammered, "What about when the guy cums?"

"You either swallow it or you don't. It just depends on who you're with. If you're with a trick, a one night stand, you probably shouldn't swallow."

Justin looked at him aghast. He couldn't believe that people would willingly swallow that strange fluid. He knew Brian wouldn't lie to him though. "What um does it taste like?"

"Everyone's different but generally salty and I won't lie; it's an acquired taste. It's not for everyone."

Brian reached into a kitchen drawer and pulled out another condom. He stuffed it in the front pocket of Justin's tight jeans. His fingers grazed Justin's hard dick and he felt Justin jump a little. "I want you to always carry one with you cuz you never know when you might need one. It never hurts to be prepared. If you tell anyone I put a condom on a cucumber I'll deny it."

Justin smiled sweetly "I'll never tell. Thanks, Brian." Justin lifted up on his toes and kissed Brian lightly on the mouth. He left with his work of art and a glowing smile. He loved spending time with Brian, even if it left him hard as a rock.

After Justin left Brian chucked the cucumber in the trash. He was determined he was going to be the one to show Justin all the pleasures two men could have with each other.

When Justin got home he found Vic in the kitchen.

"Justin, you're just in time to try some of my famous butternut cake."

Justin smiled. "Ok, sure." He loved Vic's desserts; they were always so good. He sat down and Vic served him a big slice. "I went to see Brian today."

Vic grinned. "Ohh, do tell and don't leave anything out."

Justin blushed slightly. "Well, he answered some questions that I had and showed me how a condom works."

Vic smiled proudly. "Good, that's something you need to know. You couldn't do any worse than Brian. He's always safe and despite what others think you're safe with him."

"I know that. Brian told me that you're sick, that you got infected."

"It happens unfortunately, even when you think you're being safe." Vic went over how people get infected and how he could and could not get HIV from someone.

"Is it really worth the risk then? I mean why do it if you risk getting sick and possibly dying?"

Vic patted his hand. "Justin, life is a risk. Sex is messy and it's not safe but you can't let it scare you. It's just a part of life unless you want to end up with your right hand."

Justin got his meaning and blushed slightly.

"My advice to you is listen to your heart; you'll know when your ready. I know that Brian would never push you into something you didn't want to do or weren't ready for."

Justin nodded. "I know."

Justin was sitting on his bed working on Gus' baby quilt. It was coming along quite nicely; soon he would be nearly done. He used a bold red patch for Brian because the man looked good in red plus he had a kind heart. Deb's patch was rainbow colored. The fabric was from one of her vests that she wore at the diner. Lindsay's patch was a blue floral pattern against a white background while Melanie's was gray with blue stripes. Michael's was an olive green patch which Justin thought was fitting. He debated what color patch to use for himself then decided on a bright yellow patch since everyone usually called him Sunshine. He made sure his patch was next to Brian's. He was just adding Vic's patch, a royal purple when Daphne came bounding in.

"Hey Justin, wow that looks great. Gus will love it." She picked out a bright pink patch to signify her and stitched it on while he worked on Vic's. "So did you talk to Brian?"

"Yeah, he showed me his glowing box" Justin smiled with glee.

Daphne frowned. "Um ok, is that a sex term I don't know about? Did you see his dick again?"

"No." Justin gestured to the wall where he tacked up the sheet Brian had given him of his drawing. "Brian showed me his computer."

"Oh," Daphne chuckled kind of disappointed that it wasn't something kinky. She studied Justin's drawing. "You're really good; I couldn't make anything that looked that good. So did you have the talk with Brian?"

"Yes, he told me about diseases and getting tested. He showed me a condom and how it worked. He even gave me one so I would be prepared."

Daphne hooted. "All right, so what did he do? Did he whip it out right there and put it on or did he put it on you?"

"Neither," he said defensively. "Daphne, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

Justin squirmed uncomfortably. "Have you ever um put ahh uhhh a penis in your mouth?"

"Oh that, sure."

"Well. don't you find it gross and, and wrong?"

Daphne sighed. "Justin, how many times do I have to tell you it's not bad or evil and despite what you think it's not sinful either. I give my man pleasure and he does it to me too."

Justin's mouth dropped open in shock. He covered his ears and squinched his eyes shut. "No, no don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Daphne laughed; sometimes Justin was a real goof ball.

Vic was attempting to teach Justin to cook on an electric stove. There was a vast difference from gas to electric. Vic was patient and a good teacher. Justin watched and learned. It was tricky but he was determined to get the hang of it. The doorbell rang and Deb went to answer it. She shrieked for Justin to come to the door.

"Justin, you got a delivery!"

Confused he went to the door. A man with a clipboard stood in the doorway. "Are you Justin Taylor?"

"Yes."

"Sign here."

Justin signed his name and was handed an envelope. Justin's whole face lit up like the sun when he saw the huge amount of wood in the back of the truck. Deb was directing a guy to unload it in the garage. She grumbled about Brian and his motives. He didn't have to open the note to know who it came from… Brian. How could anyone ever say that Brian wasn't a kind and giving man? After everyone had gone he sat alone in the garage examining the wood. It was of the finest quality. There were many different kinds too, including pine, ash, oak and mahogany. Justin tore open the note and read what it said.

Justin, I hope you like the wood. I got it as part of a deal from a client and thought you could put it to good use. It's much more butch than quilting. Besides I have selfish reasons for giving it to you. I want you to make me something, anything. surprise me. Never say I don't give you wood. Brian

Justin giggled as he got Brian's double meaning. Justin's mind whirled at the possible things he could make. He knew he would make something special for the two Kinney men in his life. The littlest Kinney was going to get his toy box. Brian on the other hand he would have to think on. He knew he would use the wood to make gifts for all his new friends. He had a little more than a month and a half till Christmas.

Brian was in his office sipping the coffee that Cynthia had just brought him. While checking his e-mail his cell went off. As soon as he saw who was calling he held the phone a foot away from his ear, he had learned the hard way.

"BRIAN, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE WOOD. I LOVE IT AND I WILL MAKE YOU SOMETHING SPECIAL."

"I'm glad you like it, Sunny boy. That should be enough wood to keep you out of trouble."

Brian couldn't help the smile that graced his face. He could hear the utter joy in Justin's voice. He could picture Justin's big beautiful smile and it made him feel all warm inside.

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