Party At Daphne's
Part 2
Emmett sat in the back with Justin, as Michael drove Brian back to Daphne’s to pick up his jeep. The two friends were dying to ask what happened. It wasn’t everyday that one was called at six o’clock on a Sunday morning to bond his best friend, and his lover out of jail. It was even more unusual to see him receiving high fives, and pats on the back from a group of breeders, most of whom were African-Americans who had been arrested with him. Added to the intrigue was a shirtless Justin being kissed, and fawned over by a group of adoring young women. Emmett attempted to open the conversation. “So Justin, how was the party?” Brian turned around and leered at Emmett. The car quickly returned to silence.
Brian and Justin got out of the car. “Thanks, I’ll call you.” Brian told Michael. He walked over to the jeep, and unlocked the passenger door before going to the driver’s side. Attached to his windshield was a parking ticket. Brian snatched it off.
“Brian, I’m....”
“Not now Justin, just get in the car.” Brian growled.
They rode back to the loft in silence. Brian slid the door open, and headed for the bar. He poured himself a double bourbon, and downed it in one gulp.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Justin asked cautiously.
“Yeah. Go take a shower, you smell like pussy.” Brian hissed.
Justin waited for Brian in the shower, but he never showed. The teen finished washing, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed back to the living room. Brian was sitting on the sofa, clicking the television remote. “Shit, there’s nothing to watch on Sunday morning.” he grumbled.
Justin walked up behind him, leaned over, and slid his hands down the front of his lover’s chest. “I’m all clean.” he whispered near Brian’s ear.
Brian pulled away. “Good, go to bed.” he said dryly.
“Are you coming with me?”
Brian didn’t answer. He got up and went over to the fish tank to check on Ali. “Good morning champ.” Brian said, as he tapped lightly on the glass.
Justin watched as Brian sprinkled a few flakes of food over the water. “I’m sorry Brian.” he said.
“Sorry for what?” Brian snapped. “Are you sorry for compromising yourself by fucking those women, or humiliating yourself by getting caught with your pants down? Are you sorry for letting me walk in on that shit, and almost getting me fucking killed? Maybe you’re sorry for making me spend my Saturday night in jail, with a cell full of goddamn thugs, bikers, and gang members!” Brian’s last sentence echoed through the loft.
“My pants weren’t down.” Justin said innocently.
“Ahhhhhhh! Justin, go to bed!”
The teen did as he was told, and Brian headed for the bathroom. Justin laid listening to the water running in the shower, as he thought about what Brian had said. He didn’t humiliate himself. He did what any man would have done. Daphne’s roommates wanted to fuck him, and he had accommodated them. What would they have thought of him if he hadn’t, that he was some scared little sissy boy who couldn’t get it up? It wasn’t his fault that Beverly’s crazy boyfriend showed up.
God he was huge. Marcus must have outweighed Brian by at least a hundred pounds, and Justin didn’t even measure on the scale next to him. It’s a good thing that Brian had the foresight to tackle him to the floor. One punch from Marcus would have made Chris Hobbs bat to the head feel like a love tap. Thank goodness for Daphne’s cousins Ty, and Leon. There’s no way Brian could have held Marcus down without help.
Justin knew that it was a rowdy crowd, but he felt comfortable there. They were Daphne’s friends, and some had come to the party with Leon, and Ty. It was Marcus, and his buddies that ruined everything. The brawl would have never broken out if Marcus’s pals hadn’t tried to jump on Brian. Did they really expect Ty, and Leon’s posse to stand by and do nothing? The fight didn’t last long. Marcus, and his friends were way outnumbered. Everything would have been fine, the party could have continued if the goddamn snooty neighbors hadn’t called the police.
The cops certainly could have been a little more cooperative. They didn’t have to arrest everybody. Poor Brian. Because of his previous arrest for fighting with Justin’s dad, he was placed in the general population cell with others who had priors. Some of them did look pretty tough, and Justin would have been worried about Brian if Leon, and Ty hadn’t been locked up with him. They were among the last to be released, and their bonds were higher. Maybe that’s why Brian was so angry.
Brian finished his shower, and came to bed. He rolled over onto his side, with his back facing Justin, and pulled the covers over his head. “Brian.”
“What?”
“Did you remember to take your pills?”
Brian flung the covers off. He gave Justin a menacing look before returning to the bathroom. Justin heard the medicine cabinet door slam, and Brian returned to his position in the bed. The teen cradled his body against his lover’s back, and slid his arm around Brian’s waist. Brian firmly removed it. “Get off me.” he barked.
“Brian, I said I was sorry. What else can I do?” Justin whined.
“You can go to sleep.”
Justin rolled to the other side of the bed, and buried himself in the covers. Brian sat up, and looked at him. “You don’t even know why I’m angry do you?” he asked.
“Because I was in the room with those girls, and got you into a fight.”
“No Justin, that’s the least of it. If you want to experiment with girls, that’s your business, and you know I’m not going to stand by and let anybody hurt you.” Brian began. “How did you end up in bed with them?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should know Justin. Fucking should always be a mutual decision. It shouldn’t be something you’re coerced, drugged, bullied, or humiliated into doing. Did you want to be there?”
“No, not really.”
“Did you tell them that?”
Justin sat up, and looked at Brian. “What was I suppose to do Brian, kick them in the mouth like I did the Sap at his party? Did you want me to come across like some scared little sissy?”
“Did they know you were gay?”
“Yeah. They said they were going to straighten me out.”
“They knew it wasn’t what you wanted, but they still came after you. They had no respect for who you are. Their only goal was to have fun at your expense. Don’t ever let anyone disrespect you, or make you compromise yourself like that again Justin.”
Brian rolled over onto his side. He pulled the covers over his head, leaving Justin to ponder the lesson he had just learned. Justin laid down on his side of the bed. Shortly thereafter, he felt the bed move, as Brian snuggled up to his back, and cradled him. “So how was it stud?” Brian asked from underneath the covers.
“I’m hardly a stud.”
“I don’t know, three women at once, I’d call that a stud.”
“Very funny.”
“Who would have thought that my little Justin would have been the envy of every beer guzzling, pussy eating, breeder at the party?” Brian teased. “So which one did you do first, the one with the big tits? No no......I’ll bet it was the skinny blonde one.”
“I’m glad you’re amusing yourself Brian.” Justin said sarcastically.
“Don’t tell me it was the pasty redhead with the freckles. Come on, don’t be coy. I want details.” Brian insisted.
Justin sat up in the bed, and looked at Brian. “If you must know.” he begrudgingly began. “It was wet, everything was wet. Their not like guys who cum, they’re wet all the time.”
“No shit?” Brian was trying to keep from laughing.
“And all that hair, and perfume, I thought I was going to choke.”
“Hum.” Brian bit his lip.
“I thought it would be kind of like doing a trick, everybody gets off, then we all go our separate ways, but they wouldn’t stop. After the fifth, or sixth time it started to hurt.”
“You came six times?”
“No, they wouldn’t let me.”
That did it, Brian burst into laughter. Justin watched as he literally rolled in the sheets, holding his side, and cackling like a hyena. “They didn‘t make you eat pussy did they?”
“Asshole.” Justin hissed. Brian laughed harder.
“I’m sorry baby, I don’t mean to laugh.” Brian said, as he attempted to calm himself down. He reached for Justin, who slapped his hand away, causing Brian to wail even louder.
“It’s not funny Brian.” Justin frowned.
“Out of all the jocks at that party, how the hell did they end up with you?” Brian roared, as tears streamed down the corner of his eyes.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Come on Justin, let’s face it baby, macho isn’t your forte.”
“Are you calling me a sissy?”
“No baby, you’re all man.” Brian once again reached for Justin, only to have his hand slapped away.
“Fuck you Brian!” Justin grabbed the sheet, and his pillow off of the bed. Brian tried not to smile too much as he watched his baby’s sweet little ass swish, and sway as he angrily padded off to the living room. Justin threw the pillow onto the sofa. He wrapped the sheet around him, and laid down on the couch.
The fun was over, baby was pissed. It was time for daddy to do some serious groveling. Brian put on his robe, and strolled over to the sofa. He knelt down next to Justin. “Come on baby, you know I was only kidding.” he said.
Justin pounced on him. “I may have to take that shit from my father, but I’m not going to take it from you. If you have a problem with the way I look, if I’m not manly enough for you, then go and find yourself a bear, because I’m never going to look like what you’d consider to be a REAL man.”
Brian was genuinely surprised. To think that Justin was uncomfortable with the way he looked, the thought had never crossed his mind. “Baby.....”
“Don’t call me baby!” Justin barked.
Brian began again. “Justin, sexual prowess doesn’t make you a man, neither does hairy chests, facial hair, or pumped up bodies. I’ve never thought of you as anything less than manly, If I did I wouldn’t be with you. You’re my man baby.” Brian smiled. “Nobody can top me like you.”
Justin listened as Brian began to describe in vivid detail the first time his baby had topped him.
“I remember the first time you fucked me.” Brian began. “First you sucked my cock, then you pulled me to the edge of the bed. I loved the way you parted my ass, and stuck your tongue all the way inside me. God, that was so hot.” Brian sighed.
Justin swallowed hard. He could feel his cock awakening underneath the sheet.
“You draped my legs over your shoulders. I can still feel your fingers inside me baby, getting me ready, opening me up.” Brian continued. “You surprised me at first, I asked you what you were doing. You said you were going to leave your mark on me, and you did baby. You fucked me like a pro, I never came so hard. I didn’t want you to stop.”
“I can’t believe you remember that.” Justin uttered.
“The way you kissed my legs, and stroked my thighs while you waited for my body to relax, no one had ever done that to me before. The way you called me baby, and handled me like it was my first time, how could I ever forget that?” Brian whispered.
“Brian.”
“Hum?”
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Ok baby.” Brian smiled.