Justin's Mark

Part 1

 

It was moving day for Justin. Jennifer’s new townhouse was ready, and much to the dismay of Debbie, her Sunshine was leaving. Brian looked around Justin’s vacated room. “I guess that’s everything.” he said.

 

“It’s going to be too quiet around here.” Debbie said sadly. “All of my boys are gone now.”

 

“You’ve still got Vic to leave the toilet seat up.” Brian said.

 

Debbie gave a bleak chuckle. “It won’t be the same.” she said.

 

“I promise I’ll bring Justin by at least once a week, and let him raid your refrigerator.” Brian said. He bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

 

“Yeah right. I barely see either of you now.” she pointed out.

 

 Brian smiled.

 

Debbie looked at her wayward, almost son. “I’ve known you most of your life kiddo. Do you know that I’ve never seen you smile so much?” she said.

 

“I’m getting senile in my old age.” Brian said.

 

“Bullshit. I know it’s been a while, but I can still recognize people in love. Justin’s good for you Brian. Why isn’t he moving in with you, instead of Jennifer?”

 

“I thought I’d let her wean him first. He’s still pretty young you know.” Brian said, attempting to add levity to Deb’s question. Debbie wasn‘t laughing. “It’s not that simple Deb.” he said.

 

“It couldn’t be simpler. You love him, and he loves you. You should be together.” she rationed.

 

“I’m not ready for the Michael-David thing yet.”

 

“You’re not getting any younger Brian, and Justin’s growing more gorgeous everyday. If you’re not careful, someone who is ready for the Michael-David thing is going to steal him right out from under your nose.”

 

Brian didn’t reply. He picked up the last box and headed out the door.

 

“Are you staying here tonight Justin?” Molly asked

 

Justin’s little sister was elated about her brother’s return, so elated in fact that the inquisitive moppet had, much to Justin’s agitation become his proverbial shadow. “I might stay if you promise to leave me alone.” he smiled.

 

“Molly are you getting in the way up there?” Jennifer called from downstairs.

 

“I’m helping Justin unpack!” Molly called back. The young girl came across a blue velvet box. Molly’s eyes widened when she opened it. “Wow! Where’d you get this?” she asked.

 

Justin turned to find his sister starring at the gold bracelet Anthony Massey had given him. “It’s a gift from a friend.” he said.

 

“From Brian?”

 

“No, another friend.”

 

“Another boyfriend?”

 

“You’re awfully nosy.”

 

“Is he as cute as Brian?” Molly pressed.

 

“I think so.” Justin admitted.

 

“Is he as old as Brian?”

 

“Older.”

 

“Ahhhh!” Molly made a sick face.

 

Justin laughed. “Give me that.” he said. Justin closed the box, and placed it in his top dresser drawer.

 

“What’s your other boyfriend’s name?” Molly asked

 

“I don’t have another boyfriend.”

 

Molly rephrased her question. “What’s the name of the guy who gave you the bracelet?”

 

Justin was becoming weary of Molly’s interrogation. “His name is Tony.” he said.

 

“Does Brian know about Tony?”

 

“Yes he does. Now will you let me finish unpacking?”

 

“Which one do you like better?”

 

“I like them both.” Justin said. Justin didn’t hear his sister’s reply. He was so taken aback by his own words. “I like them both.” he repeated to himself. Until now Justin hadn’t given Anthony Massey another thought, not since the incident in Chicago. But now, thinking back, there was something about the older man. Tony was similar to Brian, but more so. More distinguished, more confident, more successful, more sophisticated, indeed Tony was everything Justin wanted, with the exception of one thing. He wasn’t Brian.

 

“Justin, Brian’s here with the rest of your stuff!” Jennifer called from downstairs.

 

Molly and Justin went to help Brian unload the jeep.

 

Brian padded about the loft in search of something to do. He wasn’t use to being alone on Saturday night. Saturday nights now unofficially belonged to Justin. Monday thru Friday was questionable, as was Sunday night, depending on their clashing schedules, but Brian ached for his baby on Saturday night. Saturday nights, and Sunday mornings with Justin snuggling against his chest. Sunday mornings, and Sunday afternoons with Justin’s legs locked tightly around his waist. Brian laid back on the leather lounger and jerked off once again. “This is ridiculous.” Brian said out loud. He took a quick shower, then went to find the others at Babylon.

 

Ted looked at his watch. “What day is this?” he asked.

 

“You’re alone. It must be Saturday.” Brian said sarcastically. “Where’s Michael, and Emmett?”

 

“Michael went to the john. Who knows where Emmett is?”

 

“Hey, look who’s here!” Emmett was just coming off of the dance floor. “Where’s our boy tonight? Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise.”

 

“No trouble, Justin’s getting settled in his new place.” Brian signaled for a beer, as his skillful eyes scanned the weekend crowd for a little something more to wet his whistle. They came to rest on a redhead at the end of the bar. “Excuse me boys.” Brian said, as he sauntered off to work his magic.

 

“Pay up.” Ted said, reaching his hand to Emmett.

 

Emmett reluctantly slapped a ten dollar bill into his friend’s hand. “Scoundrel, he couldn’t even last the month.”

 

“We all know Brian’s a hard dog to keep on the porch.” Ted said.

 

“I thought Justin had his number for sure.” Emmett said.

 

“Brian Kinney doesn’t have a number. He’s a fuck machine.”

 

“Fuck machine?” Michael had returned. “You must be talking about Brian. Is he here?”

 

“Yeah, he’s here.” Emmett motioned to the end of the bar. “Bastard, he keeps Justin as his exclusive piece, while he’s out fucking Pittsburgh. He’s going to get what’s coming to him one day.”

 

“I hope I’m here to see it.” Ted said.

 

As usual, Michael came to Brian’s defense. “Justin doesn’t have any claims on Brian, nobody does. Brian never commits himself to any kind of relationship. If Justin wants to sit around waiting, then that’s his problem.”

 

“We don’t know what kind of relationship they have behind closed doors.” Emmett pointed out.

 

“We know one thing.” Ted interjected. “If you want to get your ass kicked, fuck with Justin. Ask Craig Taylor if you don‘t believe me.”

 

Brian lead his nameless trick to a vacant spot underneath the “backroom” stairs, the same spot where Justin had taken Sean during the teen’s first night of his kingly reign. Brian leaned against the wall while his trick went about the business of  unfastening his pants. Brian smiled, as he thought about the nerve of his baby actually stealing Sean away. Then there was  Anthony Massey. Justin still refused to tell him what had exactly happened between the two of them. Brian chuckled to himself as he recalled the look on Tony’s face. Tomcat. Brian laughed.

 

The trick stopped working on Brian’s fly. “What’s so funny baby?” he asked.

 

“I have to go, I just remembered something I have to do.” Brian said.

 

Brian stepped outside of the fire door, to the quiet of the alley. He pulled out his cell phone, and pressed the memory dial of his favorite number. “It’s almost midnight. I thought you’d be at “Babylon” by now.” Justin said.

 

“No, I was just finishing up some work.” Brian lied. “How about you, are you settled in yet?”

 

“Pretty much. Why?”

 

“Can you come out and play now?”

 

“Are you lonely for your baby?”

 

“I know how you like to hang around me on Saturday night.”

 

“And Sunday morning.” Justin moaned.

 

“I’m on my way.” Brian said.

 

Brian headed back inside. He rounded the stairs, and was exiting the “backroom” when he heard a familiar voice. “Some people never learn.”

 

“Tony, what are you doing here? I thought you were finished with the night club business.” Brian shook Tony’s hand.

 

“I am finished, I’m just a guest tonight.” Tony said. “I’ve just returned to the states. I was on my way home, but I had to make a stop in Pittsburgh first. How are you? I see you’re still up to your same old carousing ways.”

 

“Old habits die hard.” Brian said.

 

“Where’s your little tomcat? Don’t tell me he’s taken to frequenting the “backroom” too.” Tony said. 

 

My little tomcat is not allowed in the “backroom”, and he’s just fine. Thank you very much.” Brian said. 

 

Tony laughed. “Allowed? Funny you should choose that word, considering you have your own lounger in the “backroom”. It shouldn’t surprise me though. We can rarely take what we give out, can we Brian?”

 

“Speak for yourself Massey.”

 

Tony shook his head, and smiled. “Beautiful boy, I should have taken him from you when I had the chance.”

 

“You tried. You couldn’t handle him, remember?” Brian smirked.

 

“I felt sorry for you. I still feel sorry for you.”

 

“Why is that?” Brian asked.

 

“Because it’s just a matter of time before that little tomcat of yours finds out what he’s really worth, and when he does, he’s going to pay your ass back big time.”

 

“Let me worry about my ass.” Brian said. “I have to go, see you Tony.” Brian hurried off.

 

“You must be getting old. That one took a long time.” Ted said.

 

“I’m going.” Brian said.

 

“You just got here .” Michael said.

 

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Brian said in exiting.

 

Emmett looked at Ted. “Ten dollars says he’s going to find Justin.”

 

“Appetizer in the backroom, now he’s headed for the main course.” Ted said.

 

Michael watched his friend disappear into the crowd.

 

Justin straddled his lover while Brian relaxed on the bed. The older man watched as his bare baby slowly unbuttoned his shirt, placing a kiss at each new opening. “I knew you couldn’t last a weekend without me.” Justin said, now teasing his lover’s navel with his tongue. Brian lifted his hips, allowing Justin to remove his pants. “Oh, playing hard to get. I love a challenge.” Justin smiled.

 

Brian smiled back, and watched as the teen took his semi-soft dick into his mouth. Justin swallowed the indifferent piece whole, then came up slowly. Down once more, then up again, this time stopping mid-shaft to tease the expanding head with his tongue. Brian closed his eyes and moaned. Justin continued, increasing his pace, now including a quick swipe of his tongue on Brian’s balls with each descent on the pulsating meat. Brian writhed underneath his talented boy, as he guided the familiar blonde head up, and down the length of his cock.

 

Justin paused long enough to inch his lover to the edge of the bed. He parted Brian’s legs, and placed them on his shoulders, allowing full access to his favorite toys. The teen got down on his knees and nuzzled his lover’s balls, carefully taking each one into his mouth, gently sucking as if he were savoring the taste of a piece of gourmet chocolate. Brian glided his hand up, and down his cock, emitting a series of deep groans as his baby continued to play. Justin crouched down, parted Brian’s ass and slowly began to work his tongue in and out of his salty tunnel. “Ooooh baby.” Brian sighed, as he quickened the pace of his stroke.

 

Justin returned to the bed with Brian’s legs still draped over his shoulders. He flipped the top on a tube of lube, and squirted a liberal amount of gel at the entrance of Brian’s opening. The coolness startled Brian to attention. “What are you doing baby?” he murmured. The teen didn’t answer. He boldly looked into Brian’s eyes while he moved his fingers in, and out of the tight hole, gently preparing his lover for penetration. “Justin.”

 

“Shhhhh. No talking.” Justin whispered with authority. “It’s time I left my mark on you.”  

 

A startled Brian looked at the handsome young man above him. He certainly had Justin’s face, but those weren’t his baby’s eyes, and that wasn’t his baby’s voice. This man was experienced, confident, and determined that he was about to give Brian Kinney the fucking of his life. Brian was about to protest when Justin made his abrupt entrance. “Ahhhhh!” Brian cried out. The older man’s eyes widened, and his arms fell onto the bed, clinching the sheets.

 

“Relax daddy.” Justin said sweetly. The teen stroked Brian’s thighs, and gently kissed his legs as he held them in position. He could feel Brian’s body opening up to him. “That’s it.” Justin whispered. “Now tell your baby when.”

 

“Oh god.” Brian moaned.

 

Justin pumped his hips in long, slow strokes. “Tell me how you want it.” Justin whispered.

 

The unfamiliar sensations was taking Brian to another place. “Oh baby please”, was all he could momentarily say.

 

Justin leaned in, pushing Brian’s back into the bed, and forcing his legs even higher. The teen started with a rhythmic stroke, leisurely gliding his dick inside Brian’s tight tunnel. The older man responded with a series of soft moans. “Ohhhh, that’s it baby.” he sighed.

 

The teen switched his stroke, now taking his cock to the very entrance, and plunging back in with a vengeance. “Oh yeah. Fuck me baby.”  Brian cried out, then backed it up with a series of bellowing groans.

 

“Do you like it daddy? Tell me that you like it.” Justin grunted.

 

“Ohhh.... love it baby.” Brian panted. 

 

Justin released one leg, and positioned himself behind his lover. The teen fired up his hips, and began to take his daddy home. Justin continued to work his lover’s ass, as Brian feverishly jerked his own meat. “Oh Brian, I’m coming.” Justin cried out.

 

“Wait, cum with me baby.” Brian grunted.

 

“I’ll try.” Justin whimpered.

 

 Brian closed his eyes as the first wave of orgasm began to overtake him. “Now baby, now.” he panted. Ahhhhhhh!” Brian cried out.

 

Justin had assumed his post-lovemaking position, cradled in Brian’s arms, snuggling up against his side. “Oh!” Brian winced. “I think you crippled me baby.” he groaned.

 

“I did not cripple you.” Justin laughed.

 

“I can’t feel my legs.” Brian insisted.

 

Justin slid his leg along Brian’s thigh. “They’re still there.” he purred. The teen lifted his head, and lightly brushed his tongue across his lover’s throat.

 

“Get off me you brut. Haven’t you ravished me enough for one night?” Brian teased.

 

“You loved it.” Justin gloated. “I never knew you could be so loud.”

 

“That’s because you had my legs wrapped around my ears.”

 

Justin smacked Brian on his belly. “Ouch! What now, you little leather daddy? I’m calling the police.” Brian pretended to reach for the phone. Justin caught him around his waist, and pulled him back onto the bed. “Massey’s right, you’re a little tomcat.” Brian teased.

 

Justin’s face blushed scarlet red, and a pillow fight ensued. The playful battle lasted all of five minutes before the exhausted lovers fell back onto the bed laughing. Justin resumed his position in Brian’s arms. “Brian.”

 

“Hum?.”

 

“Was I ok?”

 

Brian looked at his brutal little top. “You were fantastic baby. I couldn’t have fucked me better.” he said.

 

Satisfied with his lover’s reply, Justin settled his head on Brian’s shoulder, and closed his eyes. “Justin.”

 

“Hum?”

 

“Don’t hurt me baby.”

 

“What?” Justin chuckled. The teen looked at Brian, but Brian wasn’t smiling. The expression on his face was one that Justin had not seen before. Vulnerable, afraid, it wasn’t easy  to decipher, but somehow Justin knew that he had reached a level of trust that no one had earned before. Justin stroked his lover’s face, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I’d never hurt you Brian.” he promised.

 

Brian pulled his baby closer, and closed his eyes.

 

It was Monday morning at the Liberty Diner and as usual, the boys had gathered for breakfast. “You’re late.” Michael snapped. “We’ve already ordered.”

 

“I’m just going to have coffee.” Brian said.

 

“You can’t keep your strength up with just coffee.” Ted said.

 

“I’ve got an early business lunch.” Brian signaled for the waitress.

 

Emmett noticed a purple bruise peeking from the top of Brian’s collar. He gave an eye signal to Ted. “Did we cut our self shaving this morning?” Ted asked, motioning to Brian’s collar.

 

“What?” Brian fingered the bruise on his neck. “Oh that. That’s Justin’s mark.” he said.

 

Emmett and Ted looked at each other and smiled. Michael continued eating his breakfast.

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