If It Made Sense, It Wouldn't Be a Mystery, Would It?

Chapter 20

POV: JUSTIN

It's late when I wake up. I shake my head, vaguely remembering a dream I'd been having. A good dream. All I remember is the very distinctive look of Brian's eyes, saying to me what he may never say with his mouth. With words, I mean. I have a hard-on like hell and I feel good for the first morning in days.

Then I remember. He gave me that look - really intensely- just last night. I stretch soundly, happily.

Brian is next to me, still sleeping. His hurt leg uncovered, the blanket kicked off somehow. I smile, then peer at the bandage. It doesn't look like he bled any more into the fresh dressing I'd put on the night before.

"Brian?" I whisper.

He shivers, his eyes open immediately and then he squints in pain. "Ow. Fuck me!" He says hoarsely.

"Brian, I'm sorry- I just want to check the wound." I whisper.

"WoundS." Brian corrects, looking down at his thigh.

"WoundS." I concede. "The doc said to change the dressing- er, dressingS- at least three times a day."

Brian just nods, blanching slightly, and then rolls gingerly, very slightly towards me. "Fucking ow." He mutters.

I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to get the stuff. Coming back, I see he's sitting up, rubbing his head.

Out of the blue: "You don't have to take care of me, you know." He says quietly, making me pause.

Uh huh.

"Oh no? And who else will?" I note, sardonically. "Besides, I like it. Practice for when you're 80 and I'm a fucking young 68-year-old whippersnapper." I add, grinning.

He just eyes me sarcastically. "I'm killing myself at 39." He says, all matter-of-fact. "If I don't this afternoon... This fucking hurts!" He adds, shifting uncomfortably.

"No, you're not." I say decidedly, pulling back the tape gently. "No, you're not." I say again. And he's fucking not. I flash to the hospital and involuntarily, I shiver a little- but I don't think he notices, he seems to be aching so badly.

"Like you have any say…" He mutters.

"Shut up, Brian." Looking at the wound, it's not as bad as last night. I rub on some of the ointment and prepare a fresh dressing.

"Is Mikey still here?" He suddenly whispers. Fuck. I'd forgotten. Remembering Michael is possibly in the next room is an instant turn-off.

"I don't know." I stand up and move closer to the stairs. "I think so," I add, lowering my voice.

"Well, let's shower." He says. "You stink."

I roll my eyes. "Can we please just lose that line?"

He looks at me thoughtfully a moment. Then all he says is: "Gladly." And he means it. I grin.

We maneuver a shower, his arm wrapped in a plastic bag, his leg bandage covered. I carefully keep his leg as far away from the spray as possible as I soap him down. "You know, Sunshine," he winks, "from that angle…"

I'm on my knees, soaping him up. I look up and grin. "You up for it?" I ask, unnecessarily- his hard-on is staring me in the face. So to speak. I lick my lips.

"Don't I look up for it?" He grins wickedly.

I stand up, taking the showerhead to rinse him off. "Out." I command, steering him out of the stall and grabbing a towel. I don't want to suck him off with him having to stand the whole time. I dry him off, inspecting the bandages. They're pretty dry, I note with satisfaction. "Bed." I say, covering him with his robe before handing him the crutches. He leers at me.

"Yes, Mr. Nightingale." He whispers.

Heheh. I'm fucking hard as a rock, my dick fucking bobbing around. I dry myself off quickly.

Once in bed, he stretches out slowly.

Then: shit. I remind myself: Michael is here. I'd forgotten again. What is up with that? I suddenly have second thoughts. Well, my brain does. My body's now a different story. I start to hope fervently that Michael's a sound sleeper.

"Brian- we have to be quiet," I remind him, pulling up the duvet.

He just waves me off. "Mikey's heard me cum a million times."

"But not me. And I'm fucking shyer than you are." Which, believe it or not, is true. When outside the confines of Brian's loft, or his company. Well, usually anyway. Okay, well, when it comes to Brian's best friend, I am… when it comes to Michael.

"Justin! Come on! It'll be a challenge!" Brian says, low.

"Don't you two even think about it!" We both jump at the sound of Michael's voice in the next room. He must have awakened while we were in the shower. I feel my cock soften immediately.

"Dammit." Brian hisses under his breath. He kisses me on the cheek lightly. "Rain check?" He whispers.

"Yeah." I say quietly; I'm both disappointed- and, actually, somewhat relieved. I wouldn't have been able to resist for long. And I'm anything but quiet… And. Ugh. I suddenly think back to the ardent look of lust Michael was giving Brian when he was naked in the kitchen last night before I changed his bandages. It didn't surprise me in the least- I mean, Ben or no Ben, Michael still has 'a thing' going for Brian. But it appeared to me that Brian was oblivious. He seemed to be under the impression that Michael was disgusted by the sight of him in that state. Although, he didn't seem to care- except he felt self-conscious- which is very unusual for Brian.

Brian gives me a kiss, soft and full. "Mikey, shouldn't you be hitting the road about now?" Brian calls, as he gingerly moves his legs so his feet are touching the floor. He's moving like he's about 90 fucking years old he's so stiff, and I'm a little worried.

"Maybe we should just skip Gary's." I say quietly.

"No. And I want to see Gus." He insists. Michael apparently didn't hear Brian's question, because we suddenly hear him call from the other room that he's leaving for the hospital.

Brian doesn't respond to Michael, but turns to me slightly. "We're going." He says, decidedly. And the front door slides closed with a rumble. And Michael is gone. Brian starts to get up and then seems to reconsider; he lowers himself down again and twists around towards me full on. And he has his extra-wicked grin on his face. "How 'bout that rain check?" He leers. And my cock fucking springs to attention and I grin back at him.

"Eh, I dunno. Not in the mood." I am such a fucking tease. And I can tell you right here and now: I'm a lousy one.

He swings his legs back onto the bed, biting back a decided wince. So I know it'll have to be something… gentle. For us, anyway. He looks at me pointedly. "Not in the mood? Huh." He gently lowers the duvet and I try to keep my eyes on his - which, normally, would be easy; I love gazing into his eyes… but I also love to look at his cock- and right now, I'm hornier than fuck- and as he reveals it, I'm drawn to its gorgeous glory and I find myself licking my lips. 'Its gorgeous glory'… did I just say that? I must be UNBELIEVABLY horny if I'm waxing THAT poetic… I mean, Brian has a beautiful cock. But I sound like I'm talking about the fucking American flag, for chrissakes.

Still, while I know we're both about to fucking explode, I try nobly to keep up the tease and I force my eyes upwards to his face. "Nah. Not really." I say, all blasé - but my voice cracks on the word 'not', so while I inwardly know I'm already busted- now I'm REALLY busted.

"Uh huh." He says- dammit, he's playing along. We do this to each other periodically- but not after several days worth of build-up. Why'd I start this? "Okay then." He begins to turn around and he swings his legs back so his feet are on the floor again. Fuck. I swear, the guy would clean up if he played poker. He has called my bluff more times than I care to remember. I roll my eyes.

"Right. Okay, then…" I say, somewhat hesitantly. I'm not backing down. Heh. I'm NOT. "Brian?"

He turns to face me, one eyebrow cocked and a full-fledged smirk curling his lips. "Yes, Justin?" He asks in his sweetest tone. Ass.

"Brian…!" Fuck. Rats. I think I'm pouting. Yes, I'm definitely pouting.

"What, Justin?" I want to wipe that fucking smirk off of his face. Either with a smack. Or with a kiss. Sigh. The latter's much more fun. I pull him back onto the bed and kiss him. He kisses back in earnest and I decide it's a draw. He leans over me, gingerly shifting his leg so it's not uncomfortable and now I'm just lost. All I feel is his mouth, lips, tongue, his fingers are in my hair, his cock is hard against my own; I shift and the friction makes us both moan. "Fuck, Justin!" He gasps.

"I know- I'm about to fucking cum and we've hardly…" I don't finish as he catches my lips in a furious kiss. We're both breathing so fucking heavily, moaning, I only vaguely hear the front door slide open.

"What the-!?" Brian gasps, slightly turning his head from mine.

"BRIAN?" Michael. Jesus H.

"Fuck it!" Brian hisses. "WHAT?" He yells. "I'm fucking busy! Haven't you learned not to fucking barge in after last night? Jesus!" He hasn't moved his face far away from mine and I can feel his hot breath as he barks at Michael. I notice his cheeks are getting flushed- he's seriously pissed! And. And… well, and I can't help it but I start to giggle. He turns his focus on me and clenches his jaw. "Shut up!" He whispers. I reach a hand up and cover my mouth, barely stifling a snort.

"Sorry, Brian- I just forgot the driving direc-"

"Jesus! It's okay Mikey- Just get them and get out!" Now, I'm fucking losing it. And it's also now that I decide that I actually won our little game. Brian's fucking pissed- he wouldn't have taken "nah" for an answer. Ha!

"Sorry!" With that, we hear the door slide shut and I burst out laughing.

Brian leans back on his elbow and regards me critically. After a moment- after I calm down a little- he opens his mouth like he's going to speak, raising a finger like he's about to start a diatribe- or an indignant hissy fit. But nothing comes out. I start laughing full on again- I can't fucking help it; I don't know why, but…

He inhales again like he's going to say something, finger still raised, still staring at me like he's pissed- or trying to be. And then his gaze falls to something behind my head, like he's reflecting on what he's doing…. And he fucking bursts out laughing too. Which starts me going harder and pretty soon we're both lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder when it is that we started doing this kind of thing- giggling like fucking schoolgirls. But then I think… who fucking cares?

"Fucking Michael!" I finally say, practically choking. "Fuck, Brian- you were pissed!"

He coughs a little, recovering. "Oh, yeah… and yeah, like you were really 'not in the mood'."

I lean over and kiss him deeply. Okay, it's a draw again. And suddenly, I have no urge to giggle at all as I feel Brian's tongue explore my mouth. "Bri… Brian?" I gasp.

He pulls back slightly to look at me quizzically.

"Do you think you can manage…." One look, one leer from him and I know he can. And will. It's been awhile since we've done it this way- 'cause I'm always so eager for him to fuck me. But not this morning, given the circumstances. I maneuver myself over him, kissing my way down his torso towards my goal: his engorged cock- in its, yes, its gorgeous glory; I feel him kiss my belly and then I gasp as he engulfs me entirely- I pause momentarily, unable to concentrate as the sensations flood my system. Then I open my eyes slightly, and his beautiful dick is right there, the pre-cum slick on the tip and on his belly and I can't help but fucking slurp him up, swallowing the sweet creamy flavor that is uniquely Brian. I feel his heat, taste him, feel the pulsing of my own cock in Brian's mouth- and in moments it's over in an explosion of colors and stars and white light as I swallow his cum greedily as he comes with me.

It's all I can do to not simply flop down on top of Brian where I am- but of course I can't or I'd hurt him. Panting, sweating, sated and feeling like a Raggedy Andy doll, I roll to my side beside him, kiss his hip and smile. "Fuck me…" I sigh. "That was too fast."

"Can't fuck you yet. And it was long overdue." Brian yawns.

I smile. As my breathing slowly returns to normal I shift around and move up to face him for a kiss. He's smiling slightly, eyes half-mast. "Let's skip Gary's and just stay in bed all day. Didn't the doc say you should get lots of rest?"

"What you have in mind isn't rest, deeeeear." Brian smirks. "Besides, seriously, I really do want to see Gus. If you don't want to go, I can see if Linds will take me…"

"No, that's cool. I just…" We just saw Gus, I think to myself. And as much as I adore him, I'm wondering-- "Why the sudden-" Then I realize. And I shudder. "Oh." Fuck. Realizing how close he came to getting killed a few days ago, some quality time with Gus may be- well, may actually be BETTER than what the doctor ordered.

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