Endeavor
Chapter Thirteen: Long December

Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become. ~ unknown

Brian took his time undressing Justin. He’d seen every part of him before, but having the blond on his bed, wanton and open all for him, made it so much better. He could no longer be idle in his lust. Nothing could stop him from doing exactly what he wanted to do from the moment he met Justin. Adoring Justin’s body, it would be an endless endeavor, but Brian had waited long enough.

He began by licking and kissing Justin’s soft skin, starting with his right arm, coating the freckles adorning it in a layer of saliva that seemed to rejuvenate and pour from his mouth with every new spot he tasted.

“Brian!” Justin grunted with frustration as Brian moved to suck his left nipple. He embedded his fingernails in Brian’s shoulders when Brian bit him hard. “Please, we really don’t need foreplay.”

Brian tipped his face up to look at Justin as one of his hands spread Justin’s legs, coasted past his balls and explored the dip of his ass cheeks. “You’re so eager to have a real cock fuck that little hole, aren’t you?”

Justin wasn’t going to lie. “Yes, yes I am.” He spread his legs even wider and felt Brian’s fingers brush across his scar, the sensation just as thrilling as the first time he’d touched him there. “Fuck me,” he begged, pulling Brian’s sweaty hair.

“I want to eat your hot little hole first,” Brian whispered, his hand sliding up from Justin’s ass to grasp his dripping cock. “Do you want that? Do you want to feel my mouth, my tongue in the same place my dick is going to be?”

“Yes.” Justin grunted from every tug on his dick.

Brian moved so he lay beside Justin and spoke against his temple, “You want me to rim your tight ass. Tell me. Do you want me to taste you before I fuck you? Cause when I’m done, you’ll smell and taste like the both of us. All my sweat will be dripping into your crack, mixing with yours. Do you want me to taste your virgin ass?”

Justin’s body actually swooned. He’d never been one for dirty talk, but Brian Kinney could make ordinary words sound sexy, so saying intimate, dirty things that echoed and expanded upon his dream was leaving him moments away from his undoing. One of his hands had fallen to drape across Brian’s hip and he gripped and begged, “Taste me, Brian.”

Brian chuckled softly and knelt beside Justin. “Roll over,” he ordered, letting go of Justin’s cock.

Justin was on his hands and knees so fast he might’ve been embarrassed if he wasn’t such a whore for Brian’s tongue. Anywhere the man had licked him had felt incredible and he couldn’t wait another second to feel what it was like to have Brian’s tongue inside of his ass.

Brian took a mental picture of Justin, he was without doubt, the most beautiful man he’d ever had in his bed and his ass was indescribable. He couldn’t exactly fathom how in the fuck he’d restrained himself for almost a year without eating it. Justin’s pert ass begged for a fucking and appeared made for it. Brian longed to suck upon the tiny entrance, lick and taste the inside, bite around the rim and perform every other pleasurable action that he could come up with to worship all the other parts of Justin’s perfect body. Brian needed to do these things to him, even before Justin’s rump began to tauntingly sway at him.

Brian gave an unrestrained growl as he parted Justin’s ass cheeks and dove in. He bathed the tiny scar in spit first, allowing it to drip down to Justin’s hole, allowing more saliva to pool just outside of it. He was so intent on wetting Justin’s crack that it took him a few moments for his ears to cue in on the noises Justin was making. He paused his actions and spoke, his mouth against Justin’s hole, “You want me to tongue fuck you?”

“Yes!” Justin yelled, his body quivering in anticipation. He’d been begging for that but already he could hardly handle speaking a coherent sentence. Of course, Justin knew that Brian would be amazing at rimming, but in just a few licks he’d left him boneless and he hadn’t expected that.

“Say it,” Brian muttered and started to circle Justin’s asshole.

“Fuck my ass….” Justin took a deep shuddering breath as Brian bit his ass cheek. “Put your tongue inside me, Brian!”

Brian did, or he tried to. Justin’s asshole was so tight that after the fourth try to push inside he had to try another tactic and grabbed Justin’s thick cock, stroking it to help relax him. It immediately worked and Brian actually ‘mmmd’ and growled as Justin’s silky heat met his tongue and he tasted Justin’s core and knew that he’d never be able to rim anyone else again. Justin’s stellar ass had most definitely ruined him for life. However, it was a great ruin, one which Brian eagerly enjoyed as much as Justin enjoyed being on the receiving end.
 

*****

Justin deliriously smiled as Brian crawled between his legs and draped his body against his own. Brian had turned him onto his back after he’d collapsed onto his face and had almost been in danger of suffocating, not that Justin noticed since he’d been feeling aftershocks from coming so hard he literally saw stars. And all from Brian tonguing and oh god, sucking on the folds of his ass too, which is something Justin hadn’t even thought of ever doing to anyone. He was sort of in disbelief when Brian had let go of his cock and had told Justin that he would only come from being rimmed, he hadn’t thought it possible. Thank fucking Christ it was! Justin wasn’t nearly as afraid to actually be fucked by Brian since he’d had such an intense orgasm purely from the ministrations of his tongue!

“Now you know what rimming is, Sunshine.” Brian’s voice had gone hoarse from all the noises he’d been making while rimming Justin.

“I’d like… to try that on you,” Justin said, his words slurring as he fought hard to piece them together.

Brian dipped his head down and kissed Justin softly, just using his lips to coax Justin’s open, then leaving Justin to open his mouth and stick their tongues together so he could know the taste that had driven Brian mad with lust. He felt Justin’s cock drip a little more come out against his own shaft as he rubbed their cocks together, shifting his hips in a circular motion.

Justin breathed heavily as he took his mouth from Brian’s and licked his lips. “Yeah, I definitely want to know what you taste like too.”

“Maybe next time,” Brian suggested. His asshole twitched as he acknowledged how good it had felt when Justin fucked him and how much his ass still ached from it. He’d shamelessly loved every moment of it.

In retrospect, Brian thought it had seemed like the sexiest, most fucked up movie every written. The turnaround scenario of employee fucking the boss could’ve come from a porn flick, the declaration of love was straight out of a Hallmark movie and the tension leading up to it all made the moment that he allowed Justin into his body so much sweeter. Justin knew how to fuck and Brian couldn’t deny that for once he actually could consider being a semi-bottom for Justin. To summarize, Justin had blown Brian’s mind and he wanted to do it again, as soon as he returned the favor of course.

Justin could read Brian’s mind from the expression on his face. He’d seen it before and as he wrapped his legs around his slim waist he said, “It’s my turn. I’m ready.”

Brian tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and slipped the latex over his dick. “Not yet,” Brian said gently. “I have to open you up first.”

“Okay.” In two seconds, Justin’s mind changed and now he started to feel nervous. But he knew he could do it, no second thoughts entered his mind. He poured lube onto Brian’s fingers, squeezed it onto his hole and waited for what he’d always wanted. He relaxed as Brian fingered him for nine torturous minutes, his expert fingers massaging his prostate and reigniting his erection.

Then, Brian declared his hole was as open as it could be and he placed the tip of his cock against Justin’s asshole. He pushed inside slowly while kissing Justin, his eyes squeezed tight as he focused on making one long thrust into velvet tight heat.

Justin gasped for air and took Brian’s breath into his body along with Brian’s cock.
 

*****

Brian was sure Justin was born ambidextrous because he was just as good at bottoming as he’d been at topping. His stamina wildly matched his own and though he begged Brian to allow him to come, he never complained when Brian would slow their pace and leisurely thrust and grind into his hole. They’d changed positions and condoms a few times but they were now back to Justin lying on his back, but his legs were pushed up high on Brian’s shoulders and he was folded in half as Brian fucked him.

“Stroke your dick,” Brian whispered against Justin’s sweaty cheek.

Justin wedged his hand in between their bodies and began to tug on his purple-hard cock. “I need to come, Brian.”

Brian nodded, keeping his rhythm. He felt the indentation of Justin’s scar give friction to his shaft every time he pulled out of his hole and pushed back in. It was a different texture than his wet tight hole, or soft ass cheeks. A bonus trigger to every thrust he made. He placed his fingers on Justin’s stretched hole and then upon his scar. “This…I’d better not ever hear you bitch about this again,” Brian warned, fucking Justin faster and deeper. “You have no… idea… how good it feels… on my cock while I’m fucking you.”

Justin came then, unexpectedly, choreographed, surprisingly, intentionally and a whole other bundle of useless descriptions of words that couldn’t ever describe just how hard and impossibly strong his orgasm actually was. Brain waited for Justin’s come to fizzle out a little before he entered into his own. Justin watched him, his blue eyes heavy-lidded but intent upon seeing what the man looked like as he came from the pleasure of being inside of him. He held onto Brian’s forearms, as his nerves seemed to explode from the inside out, sparking fire into Justin that cumulated in another jerk from his own body and more come to spurt out of his dick. This made him even dizzier with lust and bliss as his mind rolled with the waves inside of him.

When he was a little more stable, Justin attuned himself to Brian’s movements. Apparently, he was doing his best to crawl into his body as his come continued. Justin grabbed Brian’s ass, trying to help the endeavor, pulling his groin as close as he could get it to his ass while using his muscles to keep Brian inside of him. Brian gave a long deep moan that Justin felt wrapped inside of as he shook a few more times and fell onto him. This position splayed his legs out awkwardly, painfully and without care to his comfort. But Brian was in such a good fucking place that he obviously couldn’t think about that and couldn’t do anything more than feel the tidal waves of tremors.

Justin had watched Brian through it all, he’d wanted it for him as much as he needed it for himself. He loved the excitement his own body felt as more shakes passed through him just from watching Brian unashamedly use his body for release. Justin knew that it had to have been the same for Brian when he’d been inside of him. He’d allowed Justin to use him, but trusted him enough to give him everything he’d just given Justin.

When Brian’s eyes opened and he and Justin stared at one another with hazy eyes, satisfied, silly smiles, sweaty skin, aching muscles and hearts beating so rapidly against one another’s, they both thought, ‘this is what love feels like’, even if they’d never actually admit their ridiculous thoughts aloud.
 

*****

The next morning, Brian and Justin did their absolute best to avoid everyone. Surprisingly, it wasn’t very hard, only Michael had called Brian’s cell and left one message inviting him and Justin to meet him and Ben at Babylon that night. In a break between bouts of sex, Brian called Michael back, assured him that he and Justin had a lot of fucking to do and wouldn’t be going to Babylon.

They did, however, go over to Justin’s place because he was ‘just itching’ to sketch Brian. Justin had many of his art supplies at Brian’s loft, but he didn’t have the particular sketchbook he wanted to use. The sketchbook he wanted to use contained the start of a full body nude of Brian. Now that he knew Brian’s body, he wanted to perfect the secret sketch and figured that they could both use a small break in between rounds of fucking.

Brian watched Justin’s ass slightly sway back and forth, as they walked toward the elevator in the lobby. It was as though Justin’s ass controlled him now. Which he thought was totally fucked up, but didn’t care enough to dwell on it. His sore cock was already at full mast and he contemplated the time it would take for the elevator to reach Justin’s floor because he was going to demand a blowjob on the way.

“I’m telling you, Daphne, you have to try it,” Justin sighed, “it’s wonderful.”

Brian was more than a little surprised that Justin would share such graphic descriptions with his straight best friend over the phone. He hadn’t expected it at all and hoped that Justin wasn’t going to be telling her everything. He didn’t like the thought of anyone knowing how full Justin felt when he was inside of him. Brian wanted that to be just for him, he couldn’t believe that he thought that way, but he did. It was somewhat sick that he’d gotten hard on the drive over all because Justin had detailed his first time being fucked.

It occurred to Brian that he’d have to have a real conversation about that kind of shit. He hated the very thought of even implying that he wanted to keep the details of their sex life private, unless it involved someone that was part of the sex. He knew there would be many times that’d be the case and he probably wouldn’t give a shit if Justin wanted to relay every moan and thrust to Daphne or the whole fucking world, but the times they were alone, he wanted that for him and Justin alone. Brian realized his logic was really fucked and almost decided to let it all drop when Justin’s next statement made him think otherwise.

“No, I didn’t fuck the trick over the desk but…”

Brian grabbed Justin’s cell phone, pushed him through the opening elevator doors and spoke into the cell, “Justin will call you back, Daphne.”

“Hey!” Justin groaned and tried to get his phone back. “What’d you do that for? I didn’t take your phone away when you were talking to Michael.”

Brian held the phone out of Justin’s reach with one hand while he pressed the button for Justin’s floor with the other. “Well I didn’t tell Michael about how tight your virgin ass was or how good your come tastes.”

Justin stopped jumping for the phone as the elevator rose and he decided just to glare at Brian. “Why not? I know for a fact you think I have the tightest ass you’ve ever fucked and the best come you’ve ever tasted.”

Brian rolled his eyes and thrust the phone back into Justin’s hand. “I didn’t tell him because he has enough tact not to ask.” Yet.

Justin’s eyes widened. “Are you saying Daphne has no tact?”

“I’m saying you don’t,” Brian explained, “because you’re the one who is telling Daphne every fucking position we tried, every fucking…”

“Whoa,” Justin gasped, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s not like she’s going to tell anybody.”

“Yeah, well Mikey wouldn’t either. But I’m not gabbing to him.”

“But we tell everyone at the diner about all the tricks we’ve picked up. I don’t understand what the difference is if I tell Daphne about us. I told her everything about me and Eric.”

The elevator stopped and the buzzer dinged as the doors opened.

Brian gave Justin a pointed look and said, “Nice to know there isn’t a difference.”

Justin slapped his forehead and followed Brian out into the hallway. “Fuck. You know that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.” He grabbed Brian’s arm before the man could turn the corner and brought them face to face. “I’m sorry, really I am.” Justin kissed Brian’s chin and gave him a truly apologetic look. “Of course there’s a difference between Eric and especially with tricks. I know that. I guess I just was caught up. I was so excited to tell someone about the amazing sex we had. Jesus, Brian, I think you fucked a few brain cells out of me.”

Brian sighed, allowed his tension to drift out of his body and pulled Justin against him. “I suppose I need to fuck some back into you?” he growled playfully.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Kinn…”

“Oh my!”

Brian and Justin startled and broke apart.

Jennifer covered her blushing face for a moment and mumbled into her hands. “I… I… stopped by to see if you wanted to go to dinner with me.”

Justin was mortified and wanted to ask what his mother had heard as she came around the corner, but it was obvious by her expression that she’d heard enough. “You… you didn’t call,” he deadpanned.

Brian had the nerve to laugh. “Duh.”

“My cell phone died, I forgot to charge it,” Jennifer explained, trying to gain some composure. Her eyes became the size of saucers as she realized the impact of what she’d heard. “Are you two… did you break up with Eric?”

Justin was glad for the change in the conversations direction. This, this he could handle. “Yeah, we are and yeah, I did.”

Jennifer looked at Brian with a stern expression and asked, “Did you finally do it?”

Brian laughed again and received a slap to his shoulder from Justin. “What? It’s not my fault she asked me that.”

“I meant,” Jennifer attempted to explain, “did you finally tell my son that you’re in love with him?”

“Mom!” Justin gasped. “That isn’t any of you business.”

“Of course it is,” she insisted. “I’ve been watching you two drool over one another for months. But the last time I tried to get you to look at your relationship with Eric, you wouldn’t talk to me for a month. I’d hoped that Brian would find the courage and speak up.”

“I did,” Brian said, shrugging his shoulders. “I spoke up. But he did too.”

Justin blinked and almost pinched himself, wondering if he’d entered the twilight zone and Brian had actually told his mother what he thought he heard.

Jennifer gave Brian a hug and smiled fondly at Justin. “Well after the bad day I’ve had you two have managed to give me some good news.”

“Good news?” Justin laughed. “You liked Eric, Mom. I figured you’d be…” He stopped himself when he looked at his mother’s expression, which had turned sour.

“I used to think of Eric as another son,” Jennifer said, “but that changed when I started to see how miserable you were with him. But I couldn’t do anything to change it.”

“Anyway,” Brian cut in, tired of talking about Eric, “Justin was going to f…”

Justin put his hand over Brian’s mouth, he couldn’t believe the man was about to tell his mother that he was on the way to being fucked by him! “I was going to finish a sketch.”

Brian glared at Justin. “That’s what I was going to say.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “I guess that means you don’t want to join me for dinner.”

Justin felt guilty. “Well, I guess we could…”

“No, we couldn’t,” Brian interrupted.

“No, you really couldn’t,” Jennifer repeated genuinely. “You’ve got much more exciting things to do than having dinner with me. We’ll get together for lunch next week, okay?”

Justin blushed furiously and mumbled, “Okay.”

Jennifer gave Brian a smile but her lips thinned out a moment later and she said, “Be good to him.”

“I will be,” Brian slyly spoke, “you can bet on that.”

Justin yelped because in a flash Brian was dragging him around the corner by his elbow and throwing him against the door to his apartment. He barely was able to yell out, “Bye, Mom”, before Brian’s mouth covered his, rendering him speechless.
 

*****

Emmett rubbed his hand on Justin’s head. “So, how was your weekend? Besides the whole hair incident.”

Justin pushed Emmett away and laughed at him. “I’m sure you know I had the best weekend I’ve had in…”

“Your life?” Brian filled in, sitting back down in the booth seat across from Justin and beside Michael.

“Oh, shut up,” Justin groaned, putting his hands over his face. “Why does everyone in this world need to know that we finally fucked?”

“Whoa! Hold up, honey,” Emmett spoke dramatically. “Do you mean to tell me that this weekend was the first time you two slept together?”

Brian slapped one of Emmett’s waving hands. “Shut the fuck up, Honeycutt.”

“I’m sure the long, long, long, long, loooong wait made it that much better,” Michael teased. “And you still haven’t told us exactly what made you decide to get all your hair chopped off.”

Justin groaned in annoyance as he took a sip of his coffee and grabbed for his wallet. “Are you ready to go?” he asked Brian.

Brian nodded and allowed Justin to put enough money on the table to cover his breakfast too. “Later, boys.”

Emmett and Michael’s laughter got louder and louder the faster Justin walked to the door and out of the diner.

Brian caught up with Justin as the younger man seemed intent upon pulling the handle off the passenger side door. “Take it easy, Timberlake,” he chided, holding Justin’s hand. “You look hot.”

Justin glared at Brian. “Would you just open the door?”

Brian popped the locks, went around to the driver’s side, and got in. “Would you stop the pissy mood? I’m not going to tell anyone why you had to get your hair cut.”

“That’s not why I’m pissed off,” Justin lied. It was only part of it. “I just…” he couldn’t explain it.

Brian started the engine with a smile on his face and pulled out of the space. He knew Justin. “Now you know how I felt when you proceeded to tell Daphne everything.”

Justin glared. “I get it okay. You didn’t have to devise a little plan to make them all hound us about it so I could see how you felt. Which I think is hilarious since you thought they’d have more tact.”

Brian coughed. “I didn’t. And they don’t know a fucking thing, Justin. That’s just how they are.”

“You really didn’t?” Justin asked.

“No. And just ignore them. They only continue to harass you because you react to them.”

“Thank you, Psych 101.” Justin crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Brian tried not to laugh. “Really, I think the hair makes you look sexy. And it’s still long enough for me to have something to hold onto.”

Justin’s cock responded as his mind flashed back to Brian pounding into him while he pulled his head back by his hair so they could kiss. It had been so hot, feeling the pleasurable pain in his head and ass at the same time. A round of shivers coursed through his spine. “It won’t be the same.”

“It’ll grow back,” Brian purred, “and I’ll pull the fuck out of it then, slut.”

Justin shivered again, he loved that Brian could tell without touching him that he was turned on just thinking about the rough sex. “You know, your hair is pretty long,” Justin said, waggling his eyebrows while petting Brian’s head of hair.

“Don’t even think about it,” Brian said, reaching for Justin’s hand and holding it in his own for a moment. He cleared his throat and broke the quiet romanticism before changing topics. “You know, you’re lucky you didn’t burn off anything else. As it is, you’re going to have to get all knew bedding.”

Justin was aghast. “Brian, just know. You are never experimenting again with candle wax. Never.”

“Uhuhm.. I’m not the one who suggested it.” Brian changed his pitch of voice, “Oh, Brian let’s try it. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Justin slapped Brian’s thigh. “I never said that.” Justin changed his tone to a deep rumble, “Come on, twat, let’s see if you can take it. Let me pour hot wax on your nipples, set the candle down near your hair and light you on fire.”

Brian roared with laughter. “That isn’t what happened.”

“Really, I’m going to film every time we fuck at my place from now on. For some reason, you always forget the things that happen there.”

“You fuck me silly,” Brian said, shrugging, “that’s your fault.”

“Uhuh. Like you don’t beg for it.”

“I don’t recall that.”

“Of course you don’t,” Justin quipped. He pulled down the passenger mirror and looked at his hair. “I look like I’m some hooligan off the street.”

“No, you don’t,” Brian assured. “If your head was completely shaved, maybe, but this cut isn’t so bad. It’s hip.”

Justin pushed at the front sweep of his bangs. “I need to get some wax to hold this in place; it’s going to annoy me all day.”

“I can send Cynthia out for it?” Brian offered.

Justin laughed. “She’s not your secretary. I’m not going to have you threaten her into getting me hair product.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s unethical.”

“She’s done it for me,” Brian admitted. He thought back to the day he’d showered at work and discovered he was out of his pomade.

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

Justin laughed uproariously. “That’s so wrong. I really can’t believe she did it for you.”

“She was my secretary at the time,” Brian clarified. “I had a shit load of work to do before a big meeting with Pikolinos and I didn’t want to go into it looking anything less than perfect.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “So you’re telling me that pomade helped seal the deal for Pikolinos shoes?”

“Everything is in the details. So, I suggest you learn from the master and tell your assistant to go out and get you some wax for your hair before our eleven o’clock meeting with Howard Frisk.”

“Brian, in case you haven’t noticed I don’t exactly have an assistant. The whole liaison thing doesn’t start until we’re at our new offices.”

“You are so fucking pessimistic today,” Brian griped, “that’s my job, Sunshine.”

“Whatever.”

Brian pulled into his space inside the parking garage and shut off the car. He turned to Justin who was still brooding and stopped him from getting out. “Do me a favor and at least go in here looking like you’re proud to have a sore ass from your boss. I’ll arrange to have your wax delivered. It is kind of ironic that you’re going to use wax to fix your hair.”

Justin shook himself out of his bad mood and gave Brian a fiercely passionate kiss. He couldn’t go on all day being sour about his hair. It was gone and he didn’t have magical powers to make it grow back in a day. He’d tortured himself and Brian about it enough. “Don’t worry, Brian. I’ll go in here looking like I’m proud to have fucked the boss across my desk.”

“Yes,” Brian said morosely, “that’s exactly what I want.”

Justin got out of the car and started walking out to the sidewalk. When Brian caught up with him, he replied. “Okay, you win. I’ll go in there looking like I’m proud that the boss is in love with me. Does that suit you, Mr. Kinney?”

Brian kissed Justin’s smug expression off his face every couple of steps they made toward Exhibition’s doors. By the time they reached the entrance, he was so hard and ready to fuck Justin across his desk that he didn’t really care what ‘look’ Justin did or didn’t have when they walked in. He’d be busy trying to suppress himself from dragging him to his office. That would have to wait until after the Frisk Fisheries pitch.
 

*****

Brian licked a stripe along Justin’s ribs, upsetting two globs of come and then going back to lick and suck on his torso and belly until the last spot of cream was gone.

Justin pulled Brian toward him and feasted on the come he offered in his mouth. He’d tasted his own come many times before he was with Brian, but tasting it in Brian’s mouth made him savor it.

“You’re such a slut for come,” Brian teased. He rolled over to the side of the bed and grabbed a cigarette for himself and one for Justin.

Justin shrugged. He wasn’t going to deny it. He kissed Brian’s shoulder in thanks for lighting his cigarette and got out of the bed. “I’m thirsty.”

“Me too, but first, I’ve got to piss.”

Justin searched through Brian’s refrigerator for the last can of Mountain Dew he just knew had to be in there. After moving everything around and looking in every drawer, he couldn’t find it.

“Get me a bottle of water,” Brian requested, joining Justin in the kitchen.

Justin grabbed two and closed the fridge before handing one to Brian. “My last can of Dew is missing,” he bitched.

“That sucks.” Brian opened his water bottle; apparently, the cap was very interesting because he didn’t even glance at Justin.

Justin put his hands on his naked hips and glared as Brian finally looked up at him. “Did you drink it?”

Brian backed away a little. He wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking, coming between Justin and his 46 grams of sugar was never good. “Hell no, I didn’t drink it. Do you know that shit has 46 grams of sugar and 46 grams of carbs?”

“Ah, no Brian. I’m not obsessed with calorie counting like someone else I know.” Justin took a long drink of his water and had a fleeting thought of spitting a mouthful out at Brian.

“Well, there’s 170 calories in just one can,” Brian explained, “and absolutely no protein.”

“And how many grams of sodium?” Justin asked tightly.

Brian rolled his eyes. “I didn’t fucking memorize the back of the can, Justin.”

“Really?” Justin asked in disbelief, he pressed his foot onto the trashcan and the lid popped open. There on the top he saw the full, unopened can. He let the lid close and eyed Brian critically. “I think you did.”

“That shits completely unhealthy!”

“You’re sounding like someone else I…”

“Don’t say it!”

“Eric. Eric used to bitch at me about that shit. He wouldn’t even buy pop and put it in his fridge for me. You did. So what the fuck is the problem now?”

“It was just a can of fucking pop, Justin. It’s not the end of the world.”

“You threw it away!” Justin yelled. “Why? Do you think I’m getting fat from it?”

“Fuck no,” Brian swore, “I just I…” Fuck, he was in for it now. Now he’d just have to be totally honest with him. “Before when I’d stock my fridge with it, I didn’t kiss you after you drank it and I noticed something else...”

“What? What else? My mouth tastes bad?” Justin was horrified. “Really?”

Brian tried to be gentle. “It’s not just your mouth.”

“My ass?” Justin gasped. All his anger left him as embarrassment overcame him. “My ass tastes bad from drinking Mountain Dew? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Brian knew that now was not the best time to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Justin was all flustered and thinking that his ass, the most delicious thing Brian had ever feasted upon, actually tasted bad. “No,” he said, still giggling, “your ass is divine.”

“Then what?” Justin asked before guzzling the last of his water, determined to flush out the Mountain Dew he’d had at lunch. He knew he should’ve bought the travel bottle of mouthwash but the taste always made him want to puke.

“Well, I can tell that you probably had some Mountain Dew when you were having lunch with your mother today.”

Justin couldn’t deny it.

“How could you tell that? I brushed my fucking teeth in the bathroom before I came back to work.” He was sticking with this because he wasn’t sure if he wanted Brian to know that he didn’t use mouthwash when he knew Brian was meticulous about using it himself.

“See. I’m right. It’s the Mountain Dew.”

“What?” Justin was completely confused, embarrassed and okay, still a little angry. And pissed that his pride wouldn’t allow for him to reach into the trash, wash the soda can off and drink from it, just to spite Brian’s bullshit.

“The citrus acid in it makes your come taste a little funky.”

“Are you serious right now?” Justin asked. He distinctly recalled that not ten minutes before he was thinking about how nice his come tasted.

Brian bit his lip and nodded. He’d previously decided that if he was going to be in a relationship with Justin he would always be honest about anything where sex was involved. He couldn’t handle it any other way. He knew upon great experience that citric acid fucked with the taste of come but he had no idea that Mountain Dew had any in it. However, when he’d first tasted Justin’s come it had been the sweetest come he’d ever had in his mouth and Brian had found himself thinking about sucking Justin’s dick throughout the day because he had a craving for the reward he’d receive if he did. But that all had changed when he’d sucked him off a couple of days ago and he’d tasted ‘zing’ in his cream.

Then, yesterday, when he’d kissed Justin while he’d been sipping on a pop at the diner he tasted orange juice. After he got home from work, he investigated the offending product and found the evidence. He planned to tell Justin in a much more controlled situation. Brian had thought he could just tell Justin he read it in an article or something and Justin would get the hint. If not, then Brian would just tell him that he needed to adjust his diet.

“You’re sure it’s the Mountain Dew?” Justin asked. “Not just me?”

Brian snorted. “Believe me. It’s not you. Usually, the smell of your come makes my mouth water and when I taste it I can’t get enough.”

Justin shrunk. “But it didn’t today?”

“I still liked it,” Brian said, “but I could tell it was different than normal.”

“I thought it tasted pretty good from your mouth,” Justin admitted.

Brian pulled Justin close and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping his shaft until his slit produced sticky come. He swiped his thumb over the head and then brought his hand up to Justin’s mouth.

Justin was holding onto Brian’s shoulders for support, he’d already come three times so becoming erect for a fourth time that afternoon wasn’t something his body easily handled. He felt dazed and weak in moments and almost forgot what they’d been talking about just a few moments before. Then, he saw Brian’s hand, he could smell his pre-come, could see how sticky it was between Brian’s thumb and forefinger and he remembered. “You want me to taste it again?”

“Yeah,” Brian goaded, sporting an erection now too, “lick your pre-come off my fingers, Justin. Taste it.”

Justin looked into Brian’s eyes as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

*Knock Knock Knock*

“Hold on,” Brian yelled. He licked his fingers and stalked toward the bedroom. “You better put something on.”

“Aren’t friends supposed to call before they drop by?” Justin asked rhetorically. He followed Brian up the steps to the bedroom grinning. He hadn’t missed Brian licking his lips after he’d eaten his pre-come from his fingers, which meant that it obviously wasn’t as bad as Justin had thought.

“You don’t,” Brian said, pulling his jeans on. “And haven’t you met all of them? They could care less if they interrupt us.”

“Hey, I’m not just your friend anymore I’m your…” Justin paused and looked away from Brian, too chicken to discuss it while naked.

Brian pecked Justin’s lips, “I’ll go get the door.”

Justin pulled out a pair of sweats from ‘his drawer’ and ran into the bathroom.

“Hold the fuck on,” Brian yelled as the knocking persisted. He disarmed the alarm and opened the door a crack. When he saw who it was he nearly closed it again but for some reason unknown to him, he did the opposite and opened it wider. “How did you get into the building, Claire?”

“One of your neighbors was kind enough to let me in,” Claire replied, pushing past her brother and entering the loft. She stopped just inside and looked around with her nose scrunched up.

“What the fuck do you want?” Brian spat, turning her to face him. “Wait… let me guess, money?”

Claire pushed Brian’s arm off her shoulder. “I thought I heard voices,” she said. “Is there someone here with you?”

As if on cue, Justin emerged from the bathroom, gingerly walking down the steps and looking completely fucked out. “Oh.” He had no idea who the woman was.

Brian sighed. “Justin this is my estranged sister, Claire. Claire this is Justin.”

Justin walked over to Brian and wrapped his arm around his waist. He knew very little about Brian’s family but what he did know, he didn’t like. “Nice to meet you?”

Claire nodded at Justin before glaring at Brian. “I need to speak to you alone, please.”

“You still haven’t answered me as to why you’re here. I haven’t seen you in years. Now, just tell me how much you need, I’ll write you a check and you can get the fuck out.”

“You still haven’t changed, I see,” Claire spit out. Looking at Justin she asked, “How long has he been keeping you?”

Justin took a step toward her, immediately enraged at her behavior. “Keeping me?” he asked. “Do you think I’m a fucking hustler?”

Brian laughed softly and held Justin against his chest. “I’d be careful, Sis, this one bites.”

Claire stubbornly stood her ground. “I’m sure you like that.”

“Actually, he does,” Justin remarked, extracting himself from Brian’s embrace.

“Disgusting. So, how old is he? Barely looks legal but we know that’s what you like.”

“Shut your mouth, Claire,” Brian warned. “You know as well as I do that your kid is a lying little thief.”

“He was confused,” she insisted, “He’s a good kid now, much better than you were at his age.”

“I’m sure he is,” Brian replied. “After all, I didn’t go around lying about my uncle molesting me because he caught me stealing from him.”

Justin was so shocked from what he’d heard he almost fell over. “What?”

“I’ll tell you about that some other time,” Brian told him. “It’s a real heartwarming story, the kind only one of my family members could conjure.”

“Would you stop making a big deal out of that, Brian?” Claire asked in all seriousness. “He was a kid. He apologized.”

“Whatever.” Brian steered his sister toward the door. “You have two minutes to tell me what the fuck you want, whether or not Justin is in the room is of no consequence.”

“Fine.” She glanced once more at Justin and gave a resigned sigh. “Mom sold the house and is moving in with me and the boys. I came to give you a key in case you didn’t have one.” Claire dug into her pocket and produced a key. “Here.”

Brian didn’t take it. “What the fuck do I want a key to that house for, especially if she sold it?” He had a key, somewhere, but fuck if he knew where it was.

“So you can get anything you want out of your bedroom. We’re going away to Aunt Louisa’s for Christmas when the boys get out of school Friday. We’ll be back after the first, so you can stop by while we’re gone. I don’t want you upsetting Mom by dropping by while we’re there. The new family moves in the last week of January so we’ll be getting everything else out by then. Only…”

“You need some money to hire movers?” Brian filled in. “Justin, get my checkbook.”

Justin could swear he’d heard wrong. He wanted to ask Brian what the fuck he was thinking giving any money to the woman, he wanted to know why after selling a house they couldn’t afford to hire movers themselves.

“Justin, get my checkbook,” Brian repeated, this time it wasn’t a request.

Justin had a million questions to ask, but he had never seen Brian so vulnerable and guarded at the same time. He definitely didn’t want to cause him any more stress so he quickly moved over to the office area and went in search of Brian’s checkbook.

“How much do you need?” Brian asked.

“I’m guessing a couple thousand will cover it,” Claire assessed.

Brian barked in laughter, “A couple thousand?”

Justin was back at Brian’s side handing him the checkbook and pen, giving Claire an evil death glare the whole time.

“It’s not like I’m asking you to help in any other way,” Claire reasoned. “She is your mother too.”

“Yeah, when she wants my money.” Brian wrote out the amount, endorsed it and handed it to Claire.

“If you would at least try apologizing to her…”

Brian nearly snatched the check back. “After believing I molested your rug rat, who she knew had stolen from me, then coming into my office and telling me I got cancer as a punishment for being gay, you think I should apologize to her?” he roared. “Get out now, before I cancel the fucking check.”

Claire ignored Brian’s outburst and handed him the key. “Leave it on the dining table when you’re done there.”

Brian resisted throwing the thing. He doubted he would find anything he’d want from that house. “Yeah. Buh bye now. Tell Mommy dearest her fagot son said hi.”

Claire gasped and shook her head the whole way out the door. Justin didn’t wait for Brian to do it, he walked over and slammed it shut. “And I thought my sister could be a bitch!”

“Claire’s not a bitch,” Brian corrected, rolling the key between his fingers, “she’s a cunt.”

Justin wasn’t sure what he should say or do now, Brian was just standing there, staring at the key in his hand looking sad. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do after what Brian had just had to deal with but he figured he’d give it a go. “So, you wanna finish?” he asked, stroking his dick through his sweats.

Brian looked up at him, smiled and pulled him against him. He held Justin’s eyes and slowly lowered his mouth and kissed him. Justin knew exactly what he needed. Justin was exactly what Brian had always needed.
 

*****

“Maybe you can go meet him there?” Justin suggested.

Michael grimaced. “The last time I stepped foot in that place was after his dad died. I’d rather not go back and relive those memories.”

“Look, I don’t know everything like you do about his past, but what I do know…”

“If you’re so worried about him going over there by himself, why don’t you just go?” Michael interrupted.

“I don’t even know where it is,” Justin deadpanned.

“Well I can tell you where it is, it’s only a block and a half down from my mom’s house. Or is there another reason you don’t want to go?”

“Brian and I, we’re still new. I don’t know if we’re even at the place where he’d want to share any of that with me. I mean, he knew I wasn’t doing anything today, so he could’ve asked me to go if he wanted me to.”

Michael scoffed. “You two are anything but new. Shit, you guys have been practically boyfriends for a year, even if you were with that other guy for most of that time.”

“What?” Justin didn’t get that logic at all.

“Like the first time I met you, I was pretty sure you guys were already in love with one another. The time in between then and now really doesn’t mean shit. I mean… it does mean something but it doesn’t.”

“I get what you’re trying to say,” Justin conceded. “I just don’t want Brian to freak out if I show up there.”

“Are you worried he’s going to break up with you if you do? Don’t be. He wouldn’t do that, not over them.”

“You’re sure? It’s like… I know so much about who Brian is now, I’m not afraid to know the other stuff, but I guess there must be a reason Brian hides it. Just like there are reasons that I don’t want to talk about some of the stuff in my past too. I don’t want him to think I’m trying to force him to have some heart-to-heart with me.”

“Then don’t. Just show up and act normal.”

“Show up and act normal? That’s your advice? You really think that’ll be okay?”

“One day you’ll know the Brian Kinney manual cover to cover.” Michael leaned over the counter and patted Justin on the shoulder. “But until then, you’ll just have to take my word for it.” He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote the address down with the house description and handed it to Justin. “You think you can find it?”

Justin looked at the slip of paper. “Eleven houses West of your mom’s house, I’m sure I can.” He zipped his leather coat and slipped on his gloves. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it.”
 

*****

Justin had rung the doorbell and knocked for the last five minutes, but there was no answer. The Vette was in the driveway, so Justin knew Brian was still there. He rang the doorbell again but this time realized he didn’t hear any chimes going off. “Fuck.” Giving up on Brian answering he tried the door handle and found it unlocked, it was too cold to stand outside and the longer he stood out there waiting the more he just wanted to leave.

“Brian?” he called out, walking into the foyer.

There was a living room off to the left and a dining room to the right. Justin thought it looked a lot like his grandmother’s home but unlike her home, this house was absent of any real personality.

“Justin?”

Justin turned to his right and saw Brian standing in the doorway of the dining room. He didn’t look mad, just surprised. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey. I tried the doorbell but I think it’s broken and it was too cold to stand out there knocking.” He took off his gloves and blew warm breath into his hands to accentuate his point.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come by and see if you needed any help, you know, with packing.”

Brian moved slowly toward Justin, unsure if he wanted to tell him to leave or not. “How did you even know where this was?”

“Michael.” Justin thought Brian looked cute all caught and flustered and it was turning him on. “Is it okay? If not, I can leave.”

“You can stay,” Brian finally answered after thinking about it for a moment. He laughed as he saw a large cross hanging on the wall beside them and gave Justin a deep passionate kiss just for the fuck of it.

Justin laughed with Brian as they broke the kiss. “There’s a lot of crosses,” he commented, spotting a bunch of smaller ones hanging all over the place.

“It’s to keep out the bloodsuckers,” Brian joked, biting Justin’s neck and sucking until a small hickey appeared. He held Justin’s hips tightly as predictably he sagged against him. Making Justin weak-kneed was one of Brian’s favorite things to do, especially because he could do it so easily. “Or maybe to keep out the cocksuckers?” he guessed, sliding the back of his hand along Justin’s boner. “What do you think?”

“I think that if you don’t stop stroking my cock I’m going to come in my pants right here.” He pulled at his coat’s collar. “Or I might just overheat.”

Brian started to unbutton Justin’s coat and asked, “Weren’t you painting today?”

“I was blocked.” Justin was happy that the surprise of him showing up was going a lot better than he’d thought it would. “I needed to see my muse.”

“That’s so corny,” Brian said, grinning seductively. “How about you say something that’ll make me horny instead.”

Justin laughed as he turned for Brian to remove his coat and stuck his ass out to rub against his dick. “You’re already horny.”

Brian threw Justin’s coat to the floor and kissed his ear. “Then do something about it.”

Justin looked around as if Brian’s mother, whom he’d never even seen a picture of, would suddenly appear. “Here?”

Brian remembered the note he’d found beside a tin of Christmas cookies on the kitchen table. They were for Father Tom Butterfield, thanking him for checking on the house while his mother was away. “Come on.” He grabbed Justin’s hand and led him through the dining room and around the corner where a set of stairs were.

Justin followed Brian up the atrociously green-carpeted stairway. He got a quick glance at an old family portrait hanging in the hallway before Brian pulled him into what had obviously been his bedroom. Immediately their hurried horny mood shifted as Brian dropped Justin’s hand, and he walked over to the window above the bed. “If you look out here that way,” he said, pointing to the right, “you can see Deb’s back porch.”

Justin fit himself in between Brian and the window and looked where he was pointing. He immediately saw the rainbow wind catchers and wind chimes she had hanging from the gutters. “You’re lucky you guys lived so close to one another. I had to walk like six blocks to get to Daph’s house.”

Brian laughed. “Aww, a whole six blocks. But you’re right, I was lucky.”

Justin moved away from the window and took the room in. The drapes were green with white stripes that had turned yellow with age. The bedding matched the drapes, as did the throw pillow lying on the seat of a chair in front of an old wooden desk. “It’s hard to imagine you growing up in this room.”

Brian shrugged. “The décor is definitely best forgotten.”

Justin was sure that Brian wanted to forget about many of the things he experienced while under his parent’s roof and being subjected to the shitty décor was probably at the bottom of the list. He walked over to the bed and looked inside one of the open cardboard boxes. “You really were a soccer star.” He took out two of the trophies to inspect them and saw there were four medals underneath them. “What are the medals for?”

“I was in Student Council all four years of High School, the one with the black and red band is from when I was President my Senior year.” Brian smiled, shyly but proudly. “I thought Gus might like to have them.”

“I bet he would,” Justin agreed. “And these books too.” There was an assortment of books all about space.

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” Brian explained.

“Doesn’t every little boy?” Justin said, laughing.

“You did?”

“Nah, not me. But it’s like what ‘normal’ boys want to be. I always wanted to draw. I used to tell my dad that I wanted to be a ‘drawer’ and he’d just laugh at me. Years later I learned the appropriate term and by that time my father didn’t think it was so funny that I wanted to be an artist and not be a businessman.”

“Good thing you chose to do what you always wanted to do.”

“Otherwise, we might not have met.”

“I’m sure the fates would have found another way for us to meet. Like you could be looking to fuck and be strolling down Liberty Avenue while I was coming out of Babylon after a shit-poor blowjob with the guys, ready to go home and pass out. But then I’d spot you, standing under a streetlight, looking innocent and sexy, just waiting for the right man to fuck your brains out.”

Justin loved Brian so much for coming up with that. It was just as good as if he’d have said something like, “I can’t imagine not having you in my life,” or “We’re meant to be together, nothing could come in the way of our love,” or any other overly-used phrase of the kind. Yet, when he thought about it like that, he realized that what Brian had said was even better because it was none of the things people spoke that they usually didn’t mean. Brian had thought of another scenario designed by fate and he thought it up just for them.

The sun outside shone in from the window but Brian noticed that the only thing it lit was Justin. The rest of the room was dark and dreary, leaving Justin looking completely out of place. When Justin took his hand and pulled him closer, Brian saw his skin become a brighter hue. The closer his body got to Justin, the warmer he felt inside and he knew that he didn’t belong in that room either, he never had.

“Grab that box for me, would you?” Brian asked, kissing Justin’s forehead.

Justin was confused. “Don’t you wanna play hanky panky in your old room? It’d be kinda hot.”

“It’s too cold in here,” Brian said, grabbing the two taped up boxes. “Let’s go home. It’s much hotter fucking you there.”
 

*****

When they got back to his loft that afternoon, he pulled Justin up to the bathroom the moment they took off their coats and shoes. “Let me get the shower going,” he said in between warm, dry kisses he peppered along Justin’s face.

Justin was disappointed to have the attention Brian gave him end. He reached for the bottom of his sweater to take it off, but Brian stopped him.

“Wait, take it off slowly.” Brian rested his back against the glass shower wall to watch.

Justin blushed, but he knew that his face was already red from the cold outside so he didn’t feel the compulsive need to cover it. Brian brought out his shy side and his wild side, all in the span of a few seconds. He was so ready for Brian to fuck him so it was hard for him to be slow about taking his clothes off, but he managed to do so until he reached his underwear, those he just pulled down his legs and stepped out of rapidly.

Brian licked his lips as he appreciated Justin from head to toe and then settled his eyes on the beautiful thick cock bobbing as he walked. “Now me,” he instructed, standing straighter with his arms out to the sides.

The bathroom filled with warm steam as Justin tugged Brian’s shirt out of his pants. He rubbed his crotch against Brian’s leg, straddling it and sending electricity through his cock to the tips of fingers, making it difficult for him to unbutton the shirt.

Brian laughed at Justin’s frustration and gave in, helping to undo the last two buttons and pushing him away so he could take it off. He didn’t care enough to hang it up, just dropped it beside him and gestured for Justin to continue undressing him. Justin eagerly went to it, pulling his undershirt off and unbuttoning his jeans in a flash. Brian bit his lip to quell the moan that wanted to pour from his mouth when Justin shoved his hand into his briefs, grasped his erection and kneeled to push his pants to his feet.

Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s back and pulled his groin into his face. He sniffed and licked around his cock, felt his pre-come drip onto the hickey on his neck and he could no longer handle it. He needed Brian to fuck him, immediately. He stood up so fast he felt a little lightheaded but ignored it and pulled open the shower door. He had a thought to pull Brian in by his dick, but thought better of it and grabbed his hand, leading him quickly into the steamy cocoon.

Brian slid inside Justin a few minutes later, pressing him against the glass wall, fitting himself perfectly behind him, right where he belonged. His arms and hands covered Justin and the water sprayed upon them, creating a warm beautiful rain that surrounded them both.
 

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