Lost Sister

Part 7

 

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Brian quickly made arrangements to fly from Dublin to Paris. He regretted cutting his trip short, however, he knew his family would understand. Brian Kinney was chasing someone. The world must be coming to an end. Hearing Cait tell him that Justin was really leaving broke his heart. Believing he had plenty of time, Brian had put no effort into rebuilding his relationship with Justin. Knowing he might lose his golden boy prompted Brian into action. He said goodbye to Cait, Bridgit, and Seamus with a heavy heart. Believing he would be back in Ireland with Justin made leaving easier. For the first time in his entire life, Brian felt a connection with his biological family. If he hadn't known better, Brian would have sworn his parents were Bridgit and Seamus Kinney. He would have been raised with Cait and not Claire. How different would his life have been? One thing was certain, he never would have met Justin and that thought was unbearable.

The flight to Paris was uneventful. Feeling nervous, Brian wondered what would be waiting for him in Paris. Would this be a new beginning for him and Justin or would it be the end?   Clearing customs at Charles de Gaulle airport was a pain in the ass. The security measures enacted since 9/11 were cumbersome, but Brian understood the need. Once he was cleared, Brian quickly caught a cab and headed off to Justin's hotel.  

The hotel was a small boutique hotel near the Eiffel Tower. A charming smile and hefty tip to one of the chamber maids got him Justin's room number. He was unable to convince her to actually let him into the room, so Brian was forced to wait in the hallway. Several hours later, Brian was getting annoyed. There had been no sign of Justin. Worried that Cait had gotten the information wrong, Brian was preparing to leave when his favorite twink came around the corner.

"Brian?" Justin was shocked to find his former lover sitting outside his room, "What are you doing here?"

"Sitting on my ass in a damn hallway waiting for you."

Rolling his eyes at Brian, Justin opened the door to his room and led Brian inside. Brian looked around the room and decided it was perfect for the artist. He noticed several of Justin's sketchbooks. He also noticed several gallery brochures on the nightstand. This alone worried Brian greatly. "So you're just running away again?"

"Excuse me."

Gesturing to the brochures on the nightstand, "Your little exile to Paris, it's just like when you went to Ireland last year."

"I don't see how taking advantage of an opportunity to study abroad or pursue my art in Paris is running away."

"It is when you're trying to avoid something … or someone."

"Brian, I am not running away from you. I left you almost two years ago. Now I am pursuing something that has been a dream of mine since I was a kid. I'm finally in a position to do it. This isn't about you."

Looking into Justin's eyes, Brian could see he was speaking the truth. Justin stared directly into his eyes and found they were filled with love and vulnerability. Unsure of anything to say, Justin reached up and kissed Brian.

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Their first taste of each other in almost two years was intoxicating. Not wanting to rush, the two men began a slow sensual seduction. Their tongues softly stroked each other, exploring the inner recesses of each others mouths. Both men sighed at the familiar taste.

Justin ran his fingers through the silky strands of Brian's hair. He lovingly ran the strands through and around his fingers, reveling in the familiar texture.

Brian rubbed his hands around Justin's back. It was a throw back to the early days of their relationship when Brian would hold Justin and use his own arms to protect the younger man. His hands slid down and cupped Justin's ample buttocks. He pulled the younger man towards him until their erections were rubbing together through their pants.

Justin, needing to feel the heat of Brian's skin, begins to unbutton Brian's shirt and reaches inside to caress his firm chest. Pulling away from Brian's mouth, Justin begins to explore and taste Brian's skin. He ran his tongue over Brian's left nipple and began to suckle the stiffening bud.

Brian groaned in satisfaction as Justin went down on him.

The blonde began to unbutton Brian's jeans and pushed them down. As usual, Brian wasn't wearing any underwear, so his straining cock quickly jumped out. Justin lightly kissed the leaking head, bathing it with his tongue. Justin felt Brian's long fingers plow through his hair in an attempt to bury himself farther down the blonde's throat.

Justin smiled. Knowing what Brian wanted, he deliberately took his time throating his lover's cock. As he slid Brian's dick farther down his throat, he lightly grazed his teeth down the swollen shaft. This earned him a groan from his hazel-eyed lover. Justin felt the swollen cock hit the back of this throat. He buried his nose into Brian's pubes and inhaled the scent he missed so much. He bathed the swollen cock with his tongue and swallowed, constricting his throat around the sensitive head.

Brian gasped and Justin felt his balls draw up, he knew the brunette would be cumming soon. Justin was not disappointed. Brian gave another groan and shot streams of cum down the back of Justin's throat. The blonde greedily swallowed almost every drop. When Brian's dick started to soften, Justin rose up to kiss his lover. Brian always loved tasting himself on Justin's lips.

The reunited lovers resumed the seduction with their tongues. The remainder of Brian's cum was passed between the two mouths. Brian reached down and pulled Justin's t-shirt over his head. Gently tugging the gold ring that still adorned Justin's nipple earned him a moan from his golden dream. Brian slid his hands down Justin's back and slipped inside the back of the boy's jeans. Pleased to find the blonde wearing no underwear, Brian ran his fingers along the top of his baby's crack. Justin gasped into Brian's mouth and quickly undid his jeans that were becoming too tight.

Together they pulled down the boy's jeans. Brian removed his fingers from Justin's ass, slid them into his lover's mouth, indicating he wanted his fingers lubed. The younger man complied and used his tongue to generously coat Brian's fingers. When Brian withdrew his fingers, Justin began attacking Brian's mouth. The older man slowly inserted his index finger into Justin's hole. The blonde yelped from the intrusion, but quickly relaxed as he felt Brian gently massage his prostate.

Brian felt Justin's swollen cock trapped between their bellies. He placed his other palm at Justin's lips again, "lick."

The boy complied and covered Brian's hand with his saliva. Brian reached down and fisted Justin's cock and slowly began to jerk his boy off. Brian worked Justin's asshole and cock in unison. Justin was panting in shallow breaths and Brian knew the younger man would be cumming soon.

Justin was holding onto Brian's shoulders for balance as the older man worked him over. He felt his balls constrict and he dug his nails into Brian's skin as he came. He shot cum all over Brian's hand and stomach. Justin hung onto Brian and kissed his neck. Brian looked into Justin's blue eyes and brought his cum coated fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. He then pulled Justin in for a searing kiss so that the younger man would taste himself on Brian's lips. Brian reached his arms around and patted Justin's ass cheeks, an old signal that Brian wanted Justin to wrap his legs around his waist. Justin immediately complied, and Brian carried him to the bed. He gently laid the boy down on the bed and crawled in beside him. He quickly gathered Justin in his arms. "That was a lovely welcome to Paris."

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Several hours later, Justin awakes in Brian's arms. For a moment he thought he was dreaming, but a quick glance told him he was not, Brian was really here. What was going on? Was Brian chasing after him? He couldn't be. Brian didn't chase anyone. Justin sighed. This just complicated things. He had made up his mind. He was moving to Paris. It was something he had always dreamed of doing. Studying the masters would influence and improve his art like no other experience. Brian's sudden appearance couldn't and wouldn't change anything.

Justin felt Brian begin to shift, a sign the older man was starting to wake up. Watching Brian's face he saw the hazel eyes he loved so much open. "Hi."

A smile crept over Brian's face, "Hi."

Capturing Justin's lips, the lovers shared a soft romantic kiss. Pulling away from Brian, Justin looked deep into his lover's eyes. "Why aren't you in Ireland with Cait and her parents?"

"Cait told me you were coming here to begin planning your move. I decided to come and fetch you."

Working himself from Brian's arms, "Fetch me? Brian, I told you, I'm not running away from you. I'm doing something I need to do for myself."

Brian's eyes clouded over. "You've been talking all year about moving to Paris once you graduated. I never believed you were serious until Cait told me about this trip. I know the last year since you've been back from Ireland has been a little awkward. I just thought we would have plenty of time to get back on track. I realize now that time is running out."

"Brian, we're not together. If we were, I would still need to come here. Besides, even if I was staying in Pittsburgh, we wouldn't be together. The relationship I want with you is not the same as what you want from me. I can't settle for something I don't want, and I won't lie to you. I did that once before and look what happened."

"Justin, things are different now."

Not wanting to continue this conversation, Justin changed the topic of conversation. "Let's spend this week in Paris together. Explore the city and then see where we are. As an artist, I need to study here. I've gotten everything I can out of Pittsburgh, I need something else."

Brian knew that Justin was speaking the truth and agreed to spend the week in Paris. He would figure something out.

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The week in Paris was magical. The two lovers explored the City of Love. They were forced to compromise their activities. Brian let Justin drag him to the Louvre, the Musee d'Orsay and they even ventured to the Palace at Versailles. In return, Justin accompanied Brian to the Pret a Porter fashion shows. If Justin didn't know better, he would have sworn that Brian planned to be in Paris during the spring fashion season. They never talked about what was going to happen once the week was over. They lived in the bubble that Paris engulfed them.

Brian felt Justin falling in love with the city. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself that the City of Light was seducing him too. One afternoon after visiting the Louvre, they found themselves resting at the Jardin des Tuilleries overlooking the River Seine. Resting against a tree with Justin reclining between his legs, Brian watched his lover sketch. A beautiful drawing of Paris emerged on the paper. No matter how many times he watched Justin draw, Brian never failed to be amazed by his lover's talent. He knew his baby needed to be here. Justin was right, he had outgrown Pittsburgh. What scared him was the fact he might have to let his golden boy go.

Justin had refused to allow them to talk about what they would do at the end of the week. Every time Brian would try to bring up the subject, Justin would distract him with sex or something else that would divert Brian's attention. They had about two days left before heading back to Pittsburgh. Knowing that time was running out, Brian needed to figure out what to do.

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During their week in Paris, Justin fell in love with Brian all over again. Leaving him would be that much harder. He wasn't lying to Brian when he told him that moving to Paris had nothing to do with him. The artist within him was starving. This feeling first came when he was in Ireland. His artistic nature had been renewed on the Emerald Isle. That was when he decided to move to Europe. Knowing that he would grow so much in the Old World, Justin had begun to make his plans.

The reunion with Brian complicated things. The Brian he was in Paris with was the Brian of which he had always dreamed. The City of Light was seducing them both, but Justin believed it was an illusion. Once they returned to Pittsburgh, things would return to normal. As much as he hated to do it, he would end things with Brian when they returned to Pittsburgh.

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The day before they left, the lovers simply strolled through the streets of Paris. They walked hand in hand, no words were spoken, no words were needed. Brian had planned a romantic evening for their last night in Paris. They went back to the hotel to change for dinner. Brian had purchased them clothes from the new Yves Saint Laurent collection.

He had made arrangements at Alain Ducasse. It was a high class restaurant located in an art-nouveau mansion in Paris' fashionable 16th arrondissement. Brian had reserved them a private room. During their meal, the lovers talked about the things they had experienced in Paris. Justin loved watching the expressions on Brian's face as he talked about the fashion shows. The older man had such a passion for fashion that Justin was glad to have shared in this experience with Brian.

Their meal was finished and the waiter brought them an exquisite bottle of champagne. Brian filled their glasses and offered a toast. "To you!"

Justin was very confused. Brian had never been romantic like this. He watched as Brian got onto his knees before him. "Justin, there are some things I need to say to you. First, thank you for sharing this city with me. Seeing Paris through your eyes made it all the more special for me. I owe so much of my life to you. I owe you my son, my job, my sister. Hell, I owe you my entire life. I've always loved you, but experiencing this city with you made me fall in love all over again. I need you in my life. I am only complete when you are by my side. So I am going to do the one thing I never thought I would do."

Justin watched Brian pull a ring box from his pocket. He opened the box and presented the rings to Justin. They were two Claddagh rings in heavy gold. The heart that supported the crown was a perfect emerald. "Justin Taylor, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Tears were streaming down the young artist's cheek by the time Brian asked the question. "I can't believe that you would sink this low."

Justin leaped up and left the restaurant. Brian was left on his knees wondering what happened. The blonde artist had run out before he could finish what he wanted to say. Brian ran out of the restaurant after his lover. It was pouring rain outside. Looking up and down the street, Brian saw Justin and quickly followed him. He caught up with his blonde lover and grabbed his arm. Justin whirled around, "How could you, Brian?"

"What are you talking about? I just fucking proposed to you!"

"You're trying to trap me. I am moving to Paris! I am going to pursue my art here and you try to trap me with a marriage proposal."

"I am not trying to trap you. I know you need to be here."

"So what, you'll wait for me? I don't know how long I will want to stay here or where I will want to go next. How can you do this to me?"

"Shut up and let me finish. I am not going to wait for you. I am asking you to wait for me."

Justin was not expecting this. "What do you mean?"

"I know you need to come here for your art. I am asking you to postpone your move until I can settle my affairs in Pittsburgh and move with you."

"Brian what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you. I want to marry you. I want to see Europe through your eyes. I want to share it all with you. I have enough money to last for quite a while. Once the money runs out … fuck, we'll just figure it out from there. So, I will ask you again. Will you marry me?"

Justin was speechless. All he could do was nod.

 

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