Twenty two days
Brian returned to the loft after leaving Dr. Savanna’s office. He laid his keys on the desk before heading to the bar for a much needed drink. He poured himself a double “Jack Daniels” and took a seat at his computer. “Med Online.” he typed, specifically “sex after heart attack”. Brian took a sip of his drink as he waited for the site to respond. “Hi champ.” he said to Ali. Brian’s aquatic friend had glided to the edge of the tank nearest him. “Thanks for helping me with my blood pressure champ. You don’t happen to have any aphrodisiacs do you?”
A list appeared on the screen with numerous sites relating to the subject of resuming sexual activity, following a heart attack. Brian scanned through several. They all said the same thing Dr. Savanna had told him. Take it easy, and listen to your body. Brian finished his drink, turned off the computer, and headed back to the bar. Ali followed him to the other end of the tank. “Don’t say anything. I know I’m not suppose to be drinking, but believe me, I need it.” Brian said to his pet as he poured himself a second double. His anxiety leaped into overdrive when the phone began to ring. Ali quickly turned toward the loud sound. “Don’t answer that. I know it’s Justin.” Brian said.
At Brian’s request, the teen had lovingly agreed to “sexually abstain” until Brian received his all clear from Dr. Savanna. It had been twenty two days since they last made love, and Brian’s baby was way beyond a simple hand, or blow job now. The closer Brian’s doctor’s appointment came, the more skittish Justin had become. He was now like a wild mustang who needed to be ridden. Brian slumped down onto the sofa, and ran his fingers through his hair. “He’s going to kill me champ. I’m going to die right here, in my own bed, with a boner, and a mouthful of nitro pills.”
Justin turned off his cell phone. “Brian should be home by now.” he thought. “His appointment was at ten o’clock.” It was almost noon. Something must be wrong. It wasn’t like Brian to be nervous about anything. However, the past twenty two days had visibly shaken him. Not only the heart attack itself, but the hospitalization, his new diagnosis of hypertension, and Dr. Savanna’s order to take it easy, had proven to be too much, even for the invincible Mr. Kinney to take all at once. Then there were the lifestyle changes. To Brian, lifestyle changes meant getting old, and no one was more paranoid about growing older than Brian.
Justin clicked on his computer. “Med-Online”. he typed, specifically “sex after heart attack”. The teen scanned through several sites that appeared on screen. They all said the same thing. “Take it easy, and listen to your body.” Justin leaned back in his chair. “That’s why you’re not answering your phone.” he uttered to himself.
Brian decided to postpone the inevitable by hiding out at the one place Justin would not come for him. He went to work. Cynthia, and Ryder were elated to see him, although surprised that he was returning so soon. Brian went through the stack of proposals on his desk, selected four, and spent the balance of the day phoning back clients, setting up appointments, and preparing first drafts on his computer. It felt good to feel his creative juices flowing again. The afternoon passed quickly. It was almost four o’clock when Brian checked his watch. He called Michael and told him to meet him after work at “Woody’s”. Justin was sure to be there, but he wouldn’t make a fuss in front of the others.
Cynthia peeked her head through the door, as she always did at quitting time. “There’s someone here to see you.” she announced unexpectedly. She stood back, and watched as the handsome, young stranger made his entrance.
Justin stepped inside of Brian’s office sporting a navy silk suit, with matching shirt and tie. His golden tossed hair was rivaled only by his radiant smile, and the glistening gold cufflinks that peeked from his tailored jacket. “I thought I’d find you here.” he said. “Would you like to go to dinner?”
Cynthia looked from one man to the other, surprised to see her bosses eyes literally light up at the site of this gorgeous boy. All rules about dating went out the window, as Brian momentarily couldn’t think straight. “Sure.” he said, without hesitation “Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d go to the club for dinner.” Justin said.
“What club?”
“Nordic Hills”, I’m a member you know.”
“Oh, a country club. You mean we’ll be dining with the white bread set?”
“Just remember to keep your pinky up.” Justin smiled.
The maitre d’ greeted Justin by name. “It’s been a long time.” he said. “Your father was here just last week. I asked him about you.”
The teen introduced his guest, and briefly exchanged pleasantries. Brian had always marveled at Justin’s impeccable manners. He was like watching royalty that had been groomed for public life. All eyes followed the handsome couple as they were escorted to their booth. Justin took the menu, and ordered for both of them. “We’ll have the shrimp cocktail appetizer, the house salad, crab cakes, and grilled lobster tail.” he said. Brian bypassed the wine list, and ordered ginger ale.
“Nice place. Does dada know you invited me here?” Brian asked.
“No. It was a spur of the thing.” Justin said. “Relax. My family has been a member here for years. I’m allowed to bring a guest.”
Brian sat up straight, and adjusted his tie. “I promise to conduct myself in a dignified manner, as not to shame the family.” he said smugly.
Justin smiled.
The waiter returned with their shrimp cocktail. Brian watched as his handsome boy unfolded his napkin, and placed it on his lap. “You look beautiful baby.” he said without thinking. “I love you in blue.”
“I love wearing blue for you.” Justin flirted. Brian looked away. Justin decided that it was time to address the subject. “How did your appointment go? What did Dr. Savanna say?” he asked.
“He said I was fine.” Brian lied.
“That’s all?”
“Pretty much.”
“What about your blood pressure?”
“It’s fine.” Brian lied again.
“So what kind of changes are you suppose to make?”
“I have to stop hanging around nagging teenage boys.”
Justin ignored the last remark. “Cigarettes, liquor, stress.” he listed.
“Were you there?”
“No.” Justin said. “I read it on the net, just like I read about taking it easy, and listening to your body when it comes to sex.”
Brian sat back in his seat. He panned the room in an effort to avoid eye contact with Justin. Was his apprehension showing that much? His baby knew him too well. Thankfully the waiter returned with their salads. Justin quickly changed the subject to something lighter. “My dad’s been a member here since I was a kid. He use to bring me here for father-son golf outings.”
“I didn’t know you played golf.”
“I don’t. I was never any good at it. It was just an opportunity to hang out with my dad. I was more like his caddy, even though we always rode a motor cart. By the time I was five, I had memorized the irons, and he’d let me hand him his clubs.”
Brian smiled. The light conversation continued as they finished their salads, and entrees. Brian changed his mind, and ordered white wine instead of desert. Justin had strawberry sorbet. “Can I get you anything else?” the waiter asked.
“Just the check thank you.” Justin said. The teen waited until their waiter was out of hearing range before reaching across the table for Brian’s hand. He looked at his lover. “I’m not pressing you for anything Brian.” Justin said. “I’m not one of your tricks. You don’t have to perform for me. I’m happy just holding you, just being near you.”
Justin couldn’t read the expression on Brian’s face, fear, relief maybe. The older man veiled himself with a slight smile, and a simple “Let’s go home baby.”
Michael leaned against the bar at “Woody’s”. He checked his watch. It was almost seven. “I wonder where Brian is.” he said.
“Check out the number in the brown leather.” Emmett pointed out to Ted.
“Nice.” Ted approved. “Red shirt, at the end of the bar.”
Emmett looked toward the end of the bar. “Yes.”
“He was suppose to meet me here after work.” Michael said. “I wonder if everything went alright at the doctor’s.”
“Black shirt, near the pool table.” Emmett said. Ted turned to look.
“Is anybody listening to me?” Michael asked.
“We hear you honey.” Emmett said. “You’re worried about Brian.”
“I wouldn’t worry about him. He probably picked up a trick on the way home from the doctor’s office.” Ted said. “Which black shirt? There’s two of them by the table.”
Michael continued. “Why would he tell me to meet him here, then not show up?”
“Call him.” Ted suggested, his eyes still cruising the room.
“I called him three times already. He’s not answering his phones.”
“I wouldn’t worry about him honey.” Emmett said. “He’s probably with Justin.”
“Something might be wrong. I’m going over to the loft.” Michael quickly finished his beer, and started for the door. “Is anybody coming with me?” he asked.
Emmett, and Ted looked at each other. “You go ahead sweetie. We’ll keep your seat here for you.” Emmett said. “Tall blonde, over by the door.” he pointed out to Ted.
“Bend down so I can get the shampoo out of your hair.” Justin said. Brian leaned into the warm spray, allowing Justin to massage his fingers through his hair. “Now turn around.” the teen ordered. He glided the soapy sponge down Brian’s back and buttocks, around his waist, then slowly up, and down the front of his torso, stopping just at Brian’s pubic hairline. The teen moved closer, pressing his chest against his lover’s back. He stood on his tiptoes, and whispered into Brian’s ear. “Does that feel good?” Brian moaned his approval. Justin continued, moving his hands lower. He grasped Brian’s cock with one hand, and gently began massaging his balls with the other. Brian closed his eyes, and instinctively leaned further into Justin’s arms. “Tell your baby what you want.” Justin whispered. Brian gently pulled away.
Justin watched from the shower as Brian draped his towel around his waist. He walk past the bedroom, to the living room, where he poured himself a bourbon, and sat down on the sofa. Justin secured his own towel, and followed. He took a seat close to Brian, leaned over, and placed a kiss on his shoulder. Brian took a sip of his drink. “Talk to me Brian.” Justin said.
“What do you want to hear?”
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” Justin asked. Brian didn’t answer. He attempted to take another sip of his drink, but Justin caught his hand. “You don’t need that .” Justin said.
“Don’t tell me what I need.” Brian snapped. He pushed Justin’s hand away, and defiantly took a gulp. “I’ve had enough of people telling me what’s my fault, and what I need. Worry about yourself. What the fuck do you need?”
“I need you.” Justin said. The teen gently placed Brian’s arm around his shoulder, and snuggled close to him. “I need you to hold me like this.” He moved his hand to Brian’s waist, and nuzzled his neck. “Let me make love to you Brian.” Justin whispered. “I promise to stop if you tell me to.”
Brian didn’t protest when Justin removed the drink from his hand, and placed it on the cocktail table. He watched as his baby knelt down in front of him, and undid his towel. Justin wasted no time going to work on his lover’s cock. He took the lengthening piece into his mouth, and began to suck. Brian rested his head on the back of the sofa. He closed his eyes, and slowly rolled his head from side to side. “Ummmm.” He moaned in response to the slow deliberate strokes. Justin continued to suckle the mushrooming head. His nimble tongue found the sensitive slit, and dipped inside for a sampled of the silky pre cum. Brian stroked his hands across his chest, down his belly, to the familiar blonde head that was diligently sucking his cock.
Justin stopped long enough to pull Brian’s legs to the edge of the sofa. The older man watched as his baby straddled him, and began to lower himself onto his throbbing member. Brian grabbed Justin’s ass, spreading the pale globular cheeks wide as the head of his dick strained to reached inside. “Come on Brian.” Justin hissed. “Fuck me daddy.”
Brian gained entrance with a thrust of his hips, using only the saliva, and pre-cum afforded by Justin’s talented mouth. “Wait baby.” Brian panted, fighting to regain his momentary lapse of judgment. “Condom....” It was too late. Brian could barely get the word out before Justin shoved his tongue down his throat, and the ever in control Brian Kinney lost it. Brian wrapped his arms tightly around the teen’s slender waist, wedging Justin’s pulsating cock snugly between their bodies. He began to rhythmically pump his hips, as the ravenous teen grinded his ass to meet his lover’s thrusts. Justin arched his back, and cried out Brian’s name, as the sweet pleasure/pain overtook his senses. The sound of his baby’s passion, and the strange, new feel of Justin raw was sending Brian speeding toward orgasm. “Oh god.“ he called out as he feverishly pumped his hips.
Justin wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s neck, and continued to grind his ass. “Come on daddy, ooooh yeah.” he panted.
Brian’s body began to tremble. “Ohhhh baby , I’m gonna cum.” he moaned.
“No, not now.” Justin begged. “Not yet, oh god, don’t come yet.” The boy’s pleas fell on deafened ears as Brian prematurely shot his load. Justin continued to grind his hips, sliding his stiff meat against Brian’s chest, intermingling a trail of slippery pre cum between their sweat soaked bodies. Brian’s hot juice acted as a natural lubricant as it oozed down his still pulsating rod. Justin threw his head back “Ohhh god.” he cried out, as he selfishly fucked his lover to his content, and saturated Brian’s chest with his teenage spunk.
Brian closed his eyes, and rested his head on Justin’s chest. He let out a long sigh, then allowed his body to go limp. “Brian, are you ok?” Justin whispered.
“I don’t know. Am I dead?” Brian asked breathlessly.
“That’s not funny.”
Brian looked up, and smiled. “I’m fine baby.” he panted.
Justin cupped Brian’s sweat drenched face, and looked into his eyes. “Are you sure ?”
“I’m sure.” Brian exhaled.
“I didn’t mean to get so carried away.” Justin said.
“Sure you didn’t.” Brian said mockingly.
The lovers began to laugh.
Michael stood outside of Brian’s building, and rang the door buzzer again. Why wasn’t Brian answering? Someone was definitely home. He could hear music coming from Brian’s closed window. Michael used his key to gain entrance to the hallway. As he rode the elevator, the sound of the music became clearer. “Motown.” Michael said to himself. He opened Brian’s door to the sound of Marvin Gaye. “Let’s get it on...”, the lyrics sang out. Michael’s initial scan of the loft came up empty. He was heading to the bathroom, by way of the bedroom when he came upon the unbelievable discovery.
From the bottom of the bedroom steps, Michael could see the amorous couple. Brian was belly down on the bed, eyes closed, mouth open, and smiling. Justin stretched the length of his body, his arms were intertwined with Brian’s. Michael watched the teen trace his tongue along his lover’s back, as he fucked Brian’s withering ass. A stunned Michael quietly backed away unnoticed, and exited the loft.
The wee hours of the morning found Brian laying in Justin’s arms, listening to the soulful sounds of “Motown”. “Where’d you get these CDs.” Brian asked as he snapped his fingers to the beat.
“They belong to my mom. Do you like them?”
“They’re classics.” Brian said.
“I like to think of them as being ridiculously romantic.” Justin said.
Brian looked at Justin and smiled.