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

Chapter 3

POV: 3RD PERSON

The morning passes lazily, and by 1:45, Justin and Brian have settled onto the bed, the only soft place left in the loft. Brian glides his strong, long fingers along Justin's arm, feeling the soft skin, sighing to himself. 'Justin is so… almost… he's almost 'lovely' in a masculine way,' Brian muses. His wondrous, trusting, mischievous eyes, so expressive and open, showing all he is feeling at any moment. His skin, so smooth, his body so remarkably lean and muscular despite the enormous amount of food he consumes. Brian snickers.

"What?" Justin arches an eyebrow languidly, enjoying Brian's touch as much as his gaze that sweeps his body with an expression of wonder, appreciation, and overt love-only Brian's eyes betray that he is very obviously smitten with the young man. Justin knows Brian doesn't realize that his eyes show his true feelings in this way, and he has no intention of telling him.

"You have such a fucking fast metabolism… how do you eat so goddamned much and stay so beau-and not turn into a flabby-assed queer?"

"I'm a teenager… Plus, Brian, you watch what you eat too much. You're metabolism is 'fucking fast', too. My mom is right- you're too skinny!" Justin grins.

Brian's brow furrows. "Fuck you..."

"But," Justin adds, "I like you as you are," he caresses Brian's cheek with his dexterous fingers, and runs his thumb idly down the slight cleft in Brian's chin, "I just think you'd find you'd look the same even if you DID have mayo on your turkey sandwich."

Brian's face softens as he looks at him, his eyes smiling. "I just don't like mayo, Justin."

"Whatever," Justin's hand slides down to Brian's chest, his thumbs circling his nipples slowly, seductively.

"Um, Brian…?" Justin whispers provocatively, looking suggestively into his eyes.

Brian feigns ignorance as to Justin's intentions, "What?" He reaches around and scratches an imaginary itch on his back, looking distractedly around the room.

"Briiiiannn…." Justin leans in gently, brushing his lips against Brian's, his tongue playing lightly along the edges, tracing the outline.

Despite his cock beginning to stiffen, Brian pulls back and wipes his mouth with his hand, "You're getting me all spitty, Justin!" He complains.

"Brian!" Playfully indignant, he traces his hand down to Brian's cock and takes it into his hand, stroking it. He is of course aware of Brian's game, but he's in no mood.

But Brian suddenly sits up, his face either turned into a wicked grin or a half grimace- Justin wasn't sure. "No time, Sunshine...! We have to get over to Deb's for her guaranteed-to-be-way-over-the-top victory brunch."

Justin groans as Brian swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up. "You are such a TEASE!" He complains, reaching out to grab Brian's hand or ass or cock or whatever he can catch to pull him back into bed. But he misses.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I don't have shitloads of spare time now to spend fucking, deeeearie. Besides, I want to get this little shindig over with." He pauses to consider what's in store for them. "God…. What a fucking nightmare…" he mutters, "I wouldn't go, but I figure I may as well get a free meal, seeing as how I can't even fucking afford a turkey sandwich at the diner anymore… mayo or no mayo." Brian's back is to Justin, and Justin watches him pull his black jeans over his ass, buttoning and zipping them up. His hard-on gets even harder watching Brian move.

"Brian…" he begs, ignoring his bitchy complaints.

"C'mon Sunshine! Get the fuck up!" Brian tosses Justin the pair of Chino's that were still in a heap on the floor, having been discarded in their lusty stumble from the door of the loft to the bed the night before. The slacks land on Justin's head, one leg flopping over his face. He yanks them off, sighing. Brian's right, of course, Justin notes by looking at the clock. But dammit, he'd demand his pound of flesh later when they got home. He catches Brian's eye as he gets up to put on his slacks. Brian winks. He realizes Brian will be more than willing to give it to him- and then some.

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