Brain Damage/Brian Damage

Chapter 13

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Brian and Justin kissed Daphne good-bye at her gate.

"Thank you," Justin whispered into her ear as he hugged his best friend.

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now don't fuck it up!"

They separated and Justin let out a laugh. "Don't worry, I won't."

Daphne hugged Brian. "Take care of my boy," she said.

"I will. Good luck with school."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Thanks, I need it!"

Her flight began boarding and she was off, waving at them until she disappeared into the plane.

"Well, Mr. Taylor-Kinney, are you ready for your honeymoon?" Brian asked Justin as he wrapped an arm around his husband's shoulders.

"I still can't believe you pulled this off so quickly," Justin replied with a sunny smile.

"Never underestimate the powers of Cynthia."

"I wish you would tell me where we're going," Justin batted his eyes up at his husband. "Florida is not much of a hint."

"No deal, Sunshine. You'll just have to wait until we get there. Come on."

Brian quickly kissed Justin on the lips and led him to their own gate to catch their flight.

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"Oh my God, Brian, this place is beautiful!" Justin rushed to their private veranda and threw open the doors, looking down on the pool of the large guest house. He turned back to Brian. "And there's only gay men staying here?"

"Yep," he nodded.

"I love it!" he ran back and threw himself into Brian's arms. Once there he began to kiss him earnestly as he walked him backward to their bed.

"We're not going to see much of Key West this week, are we?" Brian asked softly as Justin began to unbutton his shirt.

"Doubtful," Justin replied, reaching up to slide the shirt off Brian's toned shoulders.

"Good," Brian sighed as Justin sucked a nipple into his mouth.

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"I think I'm a little drunk," Justin slurred from his spot sitting on the moonlit beach next to Brian.

"Well, I'm sure you are. How many of those fruity things did you have, baby?"

"I love it when you call me baby." Justin laughed a little. "I mean, at first I wasn't sure, because I don't want you to think I'm a baby or treat me like one, but it sounds so sexy when you say it, you know?"

Brian pounced on Justin, laying him on the cool sand. He covered his lips with his own to stop the boy's drunken rambling. "So, baby," Brian emphasized the word. "Do you want to fuck?"

"Here? On the beach?" Justin squeaked.

"I didn't know getting drunk made you prudish, Sunshine. We're at a fucking gay hotel on a private beach. Who's going to give a fuck if we...well...fuck."

"Mmm, good point," Justin responded, craning his head up to capture Brian's lips in a heated kiss. They quickly removed each other's clothes and in one swift move, Justin rolled them so he was straddling Brian. "I want to ride you," he whispered hotly, grinding his cock into Brian's.

"Fuck yeah!" Brian breathed out.

Justin leaned off his lover, groping for Brian's linen pants. "Did you bring anything?"

"Of course," Brian replied smugly. "I stocked up before I left the room."

"Stocked up," Justin repeated to himself as he finally felt the condom and small pack of lube. "Got it!" he exclaimed out loud.

Brian caressed his hands over Justin's skin as his husband readied Brian's cock and himself. "You are so fucking hot," Brian whispered. Justin only groaned as he continued to open himself up with his fingers. "All these years and I still want you just as much as the first time." Brian pulled Justin down into a lewd kiss and then Justin sat up a bit and lowered himself down onto his lover.

As always, when he was making love to Brian his mind and body were filled with heat, need, want, lust and molten lava. But this time in his drunken state, something else was creeping in as well. He couldn't get the word 'stock' out of his head and a bunch of memory fragments with it. Brian thrust up into him again and hit that spot and he moaned loudly forgetting about anything else.

Their bodies rocked together in their well practiced dance, inching closer and closer to their release. When Brian felt Justin tense a bit he grabbed his cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts. Just as Justin's balls tightened and his release started, the fucking images came back and it all popped into place with his orgasm. "Stockwell!" he called out as the hot ribbons of cum splattered Brian's chest..

Brian was right with Justin in his own orgasm, but he was shocked to hear that name, especially at that moment. He moaned with the pleasure of his release, but then gritted out, "What the fuck, Justin?"

Justin had collapsed on Brian's chest and began to laugh. "Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry." He had to pause and catch his breath for a moment, unable to control his giggling. He lifted himself off Brian and rolled over next to him.

"It's not funny, Justin. Why the fuck did you yell out that asshole's name?"

"It's just...I just...fuck...I just remembered him," Justin wheezed. "You fucking said you stocked up before you left the room and then that word just stuck with me and all these pictures came to my brain, then it all clicked into place."

"During sex, Justin? It's bad enough you wake me up in the middle of the fucking night, but now I have to endure sex induced memories. Of fucking Stockwell, no less. Jesus, Justin, you're killing me here."

"I'm sorry. It's not like I can help it. It's so sweet."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You brought down a political empire for me."

"Your memory must still be short circuited on that one. I didn't fucking do it for you, and besides, we did it together. Anyway, it was just a fucking mayoral race. It's not like I crushed the Bush regime or anything."

Memories of the protest at The Gay and Lesbian Center and the commercial right before the election surfaced, and Justin simply raised an eyebrow. "No, of course, you're right."

Brian sat up and reached for his clothes. "Come on, let's go back to the room."

Justin looked concerned as he reached out and held Brian's arm. "You're not really mad are you?"

Brian tried to look stern, but softened at the worried expression on his husband's beautiful face. "No, I just have fucking sand in my crack."

Justin pulled his own clothes back on. "Well, we better remedy that with a shower when we get back," he said seductively.

Brian pulled him up off the sand and into a kiss. "That sounds good, baby, but could you maybe lay off the revelations during sex?"

"I'll try my hardest," Justin smiled. "Scout's honor."

"Scout my ass." Brian rolled his eyes and then thought of Justin in one of those scouting uniforms. His cock sprang to life again. "Come on," he began to pull Justin down the beach toward the house.

"What's the hurry? Are you experiencing Justin withdrawal already?"

Brian winced at the reference to when he had lost his job and was in debt up to his eyeballs paying for that fucking campaign commercial. He had told Justin he had to lay down because he had been having 'possession withdrawal' as he watched everything he owned marching out of the loft. "Must you fucking remember everything?"

They arrived back at the house. "Sorry?" Justin said in a small voice as they began to climb the stairs to their room.

"Sorry's bullshit," Brian growled as he opened their door and yanked Justin inside, dragging him quite willingly into their bathroom for the promised shower.

After all, it is very uncomfortable to have sand in one's crack.

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"How long is the rain supposed to last, Phillipe?" Brian asked the man who had been their personal valet for the week. They learned that he was originally from France and it didn't hurt that he was also very easy on the eyes.

Phillipe was setting their breakfast out on the small table in their room. "I'm sorry, Monsieur Kinney. The reports say it is to last all day."

"That's all right, Phillipe," Justin chimed in, moving from the spot where he had been staring at the torrent of rain outside their window. "I'm sure we'll find other things to do today." He smiled sweetly at both of them and sat down.

"I'm sure," Phillipe replied with a slight smile of his own. He thought Monsieurs Kinney and Taylor were a most beautiful couple.

He finished with their breakfast and turned to go. Brian got up and followed him. "Phillipe, will you please do me a huge favor and just leave lunch in dinner out in the hall today." He handed Phillipe a sheet of paper. "Here are our orders and the instructions."

Phillipe smiled. "Of course, Monsieur Kinney."

"Thanks." As Phillipe left, Brian made a note to leave him a huge tip at the end of the week.

"God, this food is so good," Justin groaned, stuffing the bite of strawberry waffle into his mouth.

"Only the best for my Sunshine. Now hurry up and eat. We have a lot to do today."

Justin shot Brian a confused look. "Brian, it's pouring down rain outside. Phillipe said it's probably not going to stop. What on earth do we have to do?"

Brian moved to Justin's side and scooped up some of the whipped cream from Justin's waffle with his finger. Justin grabbed the finger and sucked it into his mouth slowly savoring the taste of Brian and the sweet treat. Brian leaned in and ran a tongue over Justin's ear. "See, lots to do, Sunshine."

Justin scooped up more cream with his own finger and opened Brian's silk robe with his other hand. He gently placed the cream on each of Brian's nipples and then leaned down to lick it off, making sure to spend time teasing each of the tight buds with teeth and tongue. He finally kissed his way back up Brian's, chest ending with a passionate kiss on his lips. "Let's get started, we don't want to run out of time."

Brian threw Justin over his shoulder and launched them both onto the bed. "I hope I never run out of time with you," Brian said, hovering over Justin's face and cradling it gently in his hands.

"I love you," Justin answered simply and soon they were once again lost in their passion.

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"I don't want to leave tomorrow," Brian lay with Justin's head resting on his chest. They were relaxing in the afterglow of yet another round of lovemaking. Their initial guesses had been correct and they had not really spent much time outside their room all week, except for some time at the pool and on the beach.

"Hmmm, it's been a good week," Justin answered. He lifted his head up and looked at Brian. "The best honeymoon ever."

"You ready to go back to The Pitts?"

Justin blew out a breath and let his head fall back onto Brian's chest. "I suppose, but I feel a little foolish running away like that."

"Don't worry about it. Everyone knows you're fucked up."

"Thanks a lot!"

"Well..."

"All right, I'm a little fucked up, but I'm getting better all the time, and I love you more than ever."

"If you fucking survived remembering all that crap about me again, I'd say we're pretty fucking solid."

"It's because I remembered all that stuff that I love you so much."

"So, I guess you survived another round of brain damage, Sunshine."

Justin pushed himself up on Brian's chest and gazed into his husband's eyes. "And another round of Brian damage, too."

Brian regarded him silently, not exactly sure how to take that. Suddenly Justin began to laugh and jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom. "You little shit!" Brian yelled as he chased after Justin. "I'm taking that one out of your ass!"

Justin peeked out of the shower that he had just turned on. "I'm counting on it, baby!"

The End

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