Moving Forward

Part 4

 

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            Justin awoke in Brian’s arms.  It was several hours later and the two men were still laying on the chaise lounge by the pool.  Noticing that his lover was still asleep, Justin decided to take a swim.  He slipped into the water and quickly submerged.  Surfacing at the deep end, Justin hung onto the edge of the pool and stared up at the moon.

            He felt a pair of arms encircle his waist.  He leaned back into Brian’s arms.  Turning around, the two men’s lips met and their tongues began to seduce each other.  Justin wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist as his lover began to run his fingers through Justin’s hair.  Justin closed his eyes as Brian’s lips rained kisses all over his face.  Brian’s cock tapped at his hole, asking permission for entrance.

            Brian pushed his bare cock into his blonde boy’s ass.  Having never experienced bare-backing until tonight, Brian didn’t think he could ever go back.  Once he was fully embedded inside his boy’s ass, Brian looked deeply into Justin’s blue eyes.

            “God baby, you are so beautiful.  I have missed you.”

            “I’ve missed you too, Bri.  I love you, I always have.”

            “I love you, too. I’m sorry I wouldn’t tell you before.”

            Justin, with tears welling up in his eyes could only nod.

            Brian began a slow thrusting in and out of Justin’s ass.  Fucking his baby’s tight channel was a pleasure like no other.  Brian adjusted his thrusting to graze over Justin’s prostate.  They boy’s ass tightened around Brian’s cock and pulled an orgasm from the older man.  Filling his baby’s ass with his hot cum and feeling it wash over his cock was an indescribable feeling.

            When Justin felt Brian’s release, it triggered his own orgasm.  Tightening his arms around Brian, Justin laid his head on his lover’s shoulder while waiting for his breathing to return to normal.  Brian remained embedded inside of Justin while the boy relaxed.  He felt Justin place a soft kiss on his neck.

            “Let’s go inside, baby.”  Justin could only nod.  Brian carried Justin out of the pool and the two men headed inside.  Leading Justin upstairs, Brian suddenly became nervous.  He had purchased and decorated this house for Justin, but he was suddenly worried about what the young artist would think.

            Once they got upstairs, Brian let go of Justin’s hand to open the door.  The young artist walked into the room amazed.  The center piece of the room was the bed.  Like the loft, the bed was on a raised platform with a wooden railing encircling the circumference.  The room was very modern, very Brian.  Off to the right was a huge walk-in closet.  Justin remembered Brian describing his dream closet. Walking inside the closet, Justin realized one of Brian’s dreams had come true.  Strangely though, Brian’s clothes only took up one half of the closet.  Walking back into the bedroom, Justin noticed Brian watching him with a half smile as the younger man explored the room.  The bathroom was off to the left, but Justin figured he would explore that later.

            Walking up to Brian, he encircled his arms around the older man’s waist and looked up into his hazel-eyes.  “You have some shopping to do.”

            “What?”

            “Your designer closet is only half full.”

            “No, that’s your half.  It’s just been waiting for you to get here.”

            “My half?”

            “I think we need to talk, but right now it’s the middle of the night and I’m exhausted.  Let’s go to sleep and talk in the morning.”

            Nodding his ascent, Justin followed Brian under the burgundy duvet and quickly fell asleep in his lover’s arms.

 

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            The sunlight streamed through the windows waking Justin.  Rolling over, he was content to watch Brian sleeping.  As anxious as he is to have their “talk,” Justin is content to watch Brian sleep.  When the older man was sleeping, all his walls were gone.  Every time Justin was fed up with Brian’s shit, he would watch his lover sleeping.  This was the man he loved, the man he would always love.

            Thinking over the events of the previous night kept Justin’s mind occupied for quite a while.  Making love with Brian had been such a joy, it had been so long.  The fact that they had done it raw confused Justin.  What was Brian telling him?  Justin got out of bed and decided to explore the bedroom again.  Walking into the large closet, he took a closer look.  Brian’s clothes occupied the right side of the closet, but the left side was completely empty.

            Silently walking across to the bathroom, Justin continues his exploration.  Opening the medicine cabinet, he finds it only half full as well.  He walks into the glass enclosed shower.  It was completely built with frosted glass bricks.  The shelves for bath products were created by the manipulation of the bricks.  Instead of a traditional soap dish, Justin found a recess created by the architecture of the shower.  Strong arms encircled his waist and hot breath breathed down his neck.

            “Fancy a shower, Sunshine?”

            Turning to face Brian, “Sorry, I was just exploring.”

            “That’s ok. This is your house too.”

            “It is?”

            Sensing that the ensuing conversation should not take place in the shower, Brian took Justin’s hand and led him into the bedroom.  Pulling a robe from the closet, he hands it to Justin.

            “Let’s go downstairs and fire up some coffee.  We can talk then.”

            Looking at the sky blue silk robe in his hands, he slides it over his skin.  Brian always goes for the best.  Following Brian downstairs, he finds his lover in the kitchen getting the coffee started.  Handing Justin a glass of orange juice, Brian gestures for Justin to sit down at the bar.

            “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but I am going to ask you to listen to me first.”  Sensing the seriousness in Brian’s request, Justin only nodded.  “First of all, I bought this place for us.  Even though you left me for Ethan, in my heart I never believed we were over.  I believed that we would have a second chance, and I decided I would wait for it.  When I got that call from the dean at PIFA I freaked out, it was like the prom all over again.  I wasn’t going to wait for fate to intervene.  I know it was a sacrifice of your pride to move in here, even if it was in the guesthouse.  The day I brought you here I wanted to carry you upstairs and make love to you.  However, I knew that wouldn’t be the right answer.  You needed to come to me when you were ready.  The only reason I brought up about helping with the lawn chores was because I knew you were not willing to accept a hand out.  By the way, I love the garden.”  This admission earned him a “sunshine” smile.  “When you came to me yesterday, I was so happy, although I felt you were doing it out of obligation, but I would take you anyway I could get you.  I don’t know where we go from here, but for starters I would like you to move into the house.”

            Tears were streaming down Justin’s cheeks.  “Are you sure Brian?  I did some really shitty things to you.”

            “You were pushed Justin.  I pushed you away.”

            “Why Brian?  Why did you do it?”

            “I didn’t know what else to do.  At the time, you wanted more than I was willing to give.  I thought it was for the best.”

            “And now?”

            “I need you.  I love you.”

 

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            Moving Justin’s belongings into the house didn’t take very long.  Most of his belongings had stayed behind at the loft, so Brian simply moved them with his stuff.  Carrying the two small duffel bags into the living room, Justin ignored Brian’s questioning eyes.  Brian decided some of the old “Kinney Charm” was in order.

            “Traveling light, Sunshine?”

            Justin answered Brian with his best “fuck you” look.  There was no way in hell he was going to explain himself to Brian.  Although he figured the older man probably knew.

            “Quid pro quo, Sunshine, I spilled my guts to you … quid pro quo.”

            “Asshole!”

            Brian only smirked.  “Why’d you leave most of your stuff at my place when you moved out?”

            Justin refused to look Brian in the eye; he simply chewed on his thumbnail like he always did when he was nervous.  Crossing the room to his lover, Brian lifted Justin’s chin so their eyes met.  Hazel eyes questioned blue ones.  “Sunshine?”

            “I guess I just thought as long as some of my stuff was still at your place then we wouldn’t be over.”  Justin looked up and gave Brian a weary smile.  “Stupid, I know.”

            Leaning over to kiss his lover, Brian whispered, “It wasn’t stupid.  I had hoped that’s why you left your stuff.”

            Smiling his “sunshine” smile, Justin leaned in and captured Brian’s lips in a searing kiss.

 

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            The weeks after Justin’s “official” move went smoothly.  Charles had been in touch with the young artist to arrange a visit.  Justin discussed the trip with Brian, and they decided to make it a long weekend vacation.  Remembering the last time they had been in New York together made both men horny and they retreated to the bedroom for several hours.

            Laying in Brian’s arms, Justin decided to broach the future.  “I’m nervous about this trip.”

            “What are you nervous about?  You already have fifty thousand dollars that says you’re a success in New York.”

            “But what if it was a fluke?  What if they don’t like my stuff?”

            Brian smacked his lover’s ass.  “Stop being a drama princess.  I haven’t met Charles, but from what you’ve told me, he is top notch in his field.  Do you really think he would ask for more pieces, if he didn’t think you were worth it?”

            “I know Bri, but I’m just scared.”

            Brian gave his lover a sweet kiss, “I know baby, but it will be great.  Besides, think of how much fun we will have in New York.”

            Justin snuggled into Brian’s side and reveled in the comfort of his lover’s arms.

 

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            Brian and Justin flew into JFK two days later.  They were met by a limousine that drove them into the city.  Charles had secured them a room at the Plaza Hotel.  A reception for Justin was planned for Saturday night, so they had two days to explore the city.  A long night of fucking delayed their departure Friday morning, but by eleven o’clock they were ready to see the town.  Compromising on their itinerary had them shopping for Brian on Friday.  Brian had been to New York several times on business, but never for pleasure.  Fifth Avenue was first on his list.  Thankful that their hotel was so close to the greatest shopping in the United States, Brian had Justin dress in comfortable clothes and they were off.

            Justin complained every step of the way, but Brian knew his lover loved trying on all the clothes that he wanted to buy for him.  They prowled Fifth Avenue, stopping in every designed boutique they found.  Brian was in heaven.  He spent thousands of dollars on clothes for the two of them.  When they were in Tiffany’s, Brian bought a present for Justin that he planned to give the younger man before the show.   

     

            The hotel concierge had gotten them tickets to “Hairspray” for Friday night.  Brian wasn’t a big fan of plays, but he knew Justin would love it.  They had dinner at Tavern on the Green in Central Park before heading out to the theatre.  Brian was in heaven watching the joy on Justin’s face.  Vowing that he would do everything in his power to make this man happy for the rest of his life, Brian began mentally preparing his big surprise.

            Lying in bed that night, Brian decided to give Justin his present.  The blonde’s head was lying across his chest, listening to his heartbeat.  “Justin?”

            “Hmm?” was the lazy reply.

            “Wake up, Sunshine. I have a present for you.”

            Those words caught Justin’s attention.  “A present for me?”

            Brian gave Justin his trademark smirk.  “Yes, a present for you.”

            Presenting Justin with the wrapped box from Tiffany’s, he watched the blonde open it.

            Justin opened the box and peered inside.  Nestled in the black velvet was a platinum nipple ring with a diamond solitaire.  Justin’s questioning eyes met Brian’s.  “What is this?”

            “It’s a promise.”

            “A promise for the future.”

            “Brian, I don’t understand.”

            “Justin … I’m not ready to ask for a commitment, but this is a promise to you that I am ready to try.”

            His lover’s eyes welled up with tears.  Brian’s hands reached for Justin’s nipple, and deftly removed the ring that had been there for over two years.  Replacing it with the platinum ring, Brian quickly kissed his lover.  “This is my promise … for now.”

            Hazel eyes pleaded for understanding, and blue ones acknowledged the promise.  Justin reached for his lover and their lovemaking began again.

 

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            The next day was spent exploring New York on Justin’s terms.  They went to the MOMA and Lincoln Center.  Brian experienced New York through Justin’s eyes.  The young artist dragged him through several museums and art galleries.  Although it was not Brian’s ideal Manhattan vacation, he loved seeing the city through his lover’s eyes.

            The limousine pulled up to Charles’s gallery, and the two men exited.  Brian perused the gallery as they walked in.  Justin’s work encompassed the entire room.  As soon as they walked in, his blonde lover was encircled by admirers. 

            The evening passed by in a blur.  Brian watched his lover accept the praise of his New York admirers.  Justin always found his way back to Brian’s side.  Brian loved being able to show affection towards Justin and not receive disapproving stares.  In fact, all he noticed was wistful glances of jealousy. 

            Justin sold five pieces that night at ten thousand dollars a piece.  For the first time in his life, Brian was humbled by the man who stood beside him.  Ironically, Brian felt no jealousy, just pride.

            They stumbled into their suite, lips all over each other.  They collapsed onto the bed.  Justin was hovering over Brian.

            “I feel the need to be fucked by the great artist.”  All Justin could do was comply.

 

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