Vengeance

Cynthia handed Brian his first cup of coffee for the day before placing his plane tickets on the desk in front of him. Brian’s assistant took a seat across from her boss, and began to read him the agenda for his upcoming business trip. “I booked you on Liberty Airline, first class.” she began. “Your flight leaves on Monday morning at ten forty five. A limo will meet you, and take you to your suite at Anthony Massey’s Plaza Chicago. During your five day stay you’ll be touring Brown Athletics warehouse. You’ll meet with their marketing staff, new products department, and their senior executives. Leo Brown wants you to get a general feel of their operation, and Gardner wants you to charm the pants off of them. No pun intended. Any questions?”

“None that I can think of.” Brian said.

“Good.” Cynthia leaned back in her chair, and took a sip of her coffee. “So what’s Justin going to do while you’re gone?” she asked. “This is the first time that the two of you are going to be away from each other.”

“Justin is a big boy, he can take care of himself.” Brian took a sip of his coffee, and began to scan his e-mail.

“What about you?”

“I can take care of myself too.” Brian assured his prying assistant.

“So you won’t be needing the Village Voice?”

“Village Voice?”

“Chicago’s uptown newspaper that lists all of the hottest gay night spots.”

“No, not this time.”

“Really? Well perhaps you have your mind set on something new and different.......”

Brian could feel it coming.

“....You were such a hit at our client appreciation dinner, I thought maybe you’ve had a change of heart. Gracie Brown couldn’t keep her eyes off you, and Christy McLauren was groping your ass all over the dance floor. I guess you’ve got that animal magnetism that women can’t resist. ....” Cynthia teased.

Brian didn’t look up from his computer monitor. “Alright, you’ve had your jollies for the morning. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy my coffee, and read my mail. Christ, that happened over two months ago, you’re never going to let me live it down are you?” he grumbled.

“Be careful boss, you know what they say about middle aged women, and sexual peaks.” Cynthia grinned.

“You ought to know.” Brian continued surfing through his messages.

Gardner Vance peeked his head inside of Brian’s office door. “Knock, knock, may I come in?” He asked, then entered before Brian could answer. “I’m glad I caught you Brian, I wanted to see you before you left.” he said. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but I just wanted to remind you of how very important this meeting is. You’re handling Brown Athletics' because you’re the best that Vanguard has to offer. I know you’ll represent us well.”

“Thanks for the pep talk boss.”

“Have a safe trip Brian, I’ll see you when you get back.” Gardner smiled.

Cynthia waited until Gardner was out of hearing range before continuing to taunt her boss. “Leo isn’t the only one impressed by you, Christy McLauren wants to get into those pants big time.” she grinned.

“Get out.” Brian ordered.

“I’m only stating the truth.”

“Out!”

Cynthia stood to leave, but not without one last ribbing. “Chick magnet.” she smiled.

“Bitch.” Brian tried not to smiled back.

“That’s Ms Bitch to you.” Cynthia sauntered out of his office.

Justin weaved his way through the congested Friday morning halls of Pittsburgh’s Institute of  Fine Arts. He was running late, and professor Farrell was not one who tolerated tardiness. The stone-faced  instructor’s lectures always began on time, and woe to the student who was late, or unprepared for his class. Justin slid into his seat in the nick in time. Professor Farrell had already turned off the lights in the classroom, and begun to run slides of the works of various artists. Justin watched as each colorful projection took its turn on the screen, accompanied by a short critique from the classic art instructor. Again professor Farrell clicked the hand held button. This time a projection of Rembrandt’s rendition of Jacob wrestling with an angel appeared on the screen. Justin looked at the downed man in the painting, and the entity overpowering him.............“Hold still Angel, take it like a man.” Kevin grunted.

“Let the kid go, you’re hurting him.” the cowboy said.

“Bullshit! You like it rough, don’t you Angel? Take it like a man.” Kevin grunted again.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Justin edged him on as Kevin rammed him mercilessly.

“Come on man, let him go.” The cowboy pleaded.

Justin closed his eyes, and clung to the cowboy who was holding him down. “Oh god.” he panted............“Mr. Taylor, are you with us?” professor Ferrell called out.

“Sir?”

“Would you like to participate in this discussion?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then answer the question.”

“What question?”

“Tell us what you’re feeling when you look at this painting.”

Again Justin looked at the downed struggling man in the projection. “Well....I see a play on color, very prominent shades of light, and dark, with splashes of red. I see....”

Professor Ferrell rolled his eyes in frustration. “I didn’t ask you what you see, I asked you to tell me what you feel when you look at this painting! You do know the difference between seeing, and feeling don’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then tell us what you feel!”

Justin swallowed hard. “I feel a struggle.” he said.

“What kind of struggle, a struggle of wills, a struggle of mite, a struggle of passion? Be more specific Mr. Taylor!” professor Ferrell barked.

“A struggle between good and evil, between man and conscience.” Justin said.

Again professor Ferrell rolled his eyes in frustration. “Anyone else!” He put the question to the class.

“I feel violated!” someone called out.

Professor Ferrell pointed to the student who answered. “Tell us more.” he said.

“The look on Jacob’s face, and the power of the angel, I feel that Jacob is being violated, taken against his will.” the student said.

Justin closed his eyes, and momentarily turned away from the screen. The room was getting warmer, and it was becoming difficult to breath..... “Hold still angel, take it like a man.” he heard Kevin grunt.

“Mr. Taylor, do you have something more to add now?”

“No sir.” Justin said. Perhaps Daphne was right, maybe he did need to speak to someone.

Brian left work early that Friday afternoon. There were a few stops he needed to make before his Monday morning flight, one of them was the drugstore. Brian scanned the glass condom case as the pharmacist handed him his prescription. “I’ll take an economy pack of the pre-lubed.” he pointed.

“I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses.”

Brian spun around. “Michael.”

“I’m glad to see it didn’t take you long to come to your senses.” Michael said again. “What the hell were you thinking? You know you’re never going to settle down with just one guy. I knew it was all Justin’s doing.”

 A busted Brian attempted to changed the subject. “What are you doing here in the middle of the afternoon?” he asked.

“I came to pick up uncle Vic’s medicine for him. So when are you leaving?” Michael asked.

“Monday morning. I just stopped by to pick up my meds for the trip. I have to go home, and pack now, I’ll see you when I get back Mikey.” Brian said, and attempted to hurried off.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, the unshakeable Brian Kinney seemed to be unusually nervous. Something was going on. “Wait a minute.” Michael caught his friend’s arm. “You’re not going to do something stupid are you?”

“Stupid, like what Michael?”

“Like go after Kevin for fucking Justin.”

“For raping Justin.” Brian corrected him.

“Leave it alone Brian, it’s not worth loosing your job over. It was just a fuck.”

Brian pulled his arm away. “Just a fuck? You saw what that bastard did to Justin. How can you call that just a fuck? When was the last time a trick left you bloody, and bruised?”

“The last time I edged him on.” Michael said sarcastically.

“Fuck you Michael.” Brian hissed, and exited the store.

Justin remained on Brian’s lap with his lover’s cock still buried deep inside him. The older man found his baby’s mouth, and kissed him. “Ooooh God, I can’t get enough of you.” Brian sighed. He traced his hand across Justin’s forehead, removing  the pesky wisp of golden hair that always fell out of place. Justin watched as his lover’s eyes followed  the contours of his nose, his lips, his cheeks, finally coming to rest on the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. “Sometimes I forget just how beautiful you truly are.” Brian uttered.

Justin blushed, and hugged his lover’s neck.  “I’m going to miss you.” he said.

“I’ll only be gone a week baby.” Brian reminded him.

“A week is like a lifetime.” Justin said, then kissed the side of Brian’s face.

“It’ll go by fast, you’ll see.” Brian told himself as well as he told his baby.

Justin climbed off of Brian’s lap, and stretched out on the sofa. Brian laid down behind him, and enfolded his baby in his arms. The young man picked up the remote, and began to scan the satellite channels for something interesting to watch. Justin paused briefly on “Night Of The Living Dead”, then quickly continued his search.

“Turn back. I thought that was your favorite scary movie.” Brian said.

“I’ve seen it a hundred times.” Justin said, and settled on watching the Animal Planet channel.

As the mating habits of the African lion played out on screen, Justin’s mind drifted back to the night he spent watching scary movies with Tony in penthouse four. He could still smell the intoxicating scent of Tony’s custom blend cologne. It had been a simple, yet memorable night. the lovers had popped microwave popcorn, drank chilled Mountain Dew, and watched scary movies. Justin had brought over “Night Of The Living Dead”, and Tony had sent out for his favorite, “Psycho”. He and Justin never made it past the shower scene. By the time Janet Leah turned on the water the lovers were already lost in each other’s arms. Janet’s screams had been drowned out by Justin’s moans as Tony was fucking Brian’s baby well......

“Justin?”

“Hum?”

“I don’t want to hear about your boyfriend suddenly jetting into Pittsburgh while I’m gone.” Brian said, as if he had been reading Justin’s thoughts.

“You’re my boyfriend.” Justin reminded him.

“Remember that.” Brian said.

“What about you? I don’t want you coming back to me with the taste of mouthwash on your dick.”

“My dick has never tasted like mouthwash, beer maybe, but not mouthwash.” Brian chuckled.

“I’m serious Brian, promise me that you’ll be good.” Justin insisted.

“I’m always good.”

“You know what I mean.”

Brian sighed. “You know I don’t fuck around anymore baby, I have all the ass I need right here.” He patted Justin’s butt.

“Then promise me.” Justin insisted again.

Brian crossed his heart. “I promise.” he smiled.

The couple retired early, and made love until after midnight. With Justin now sound asleep, a still wide awake Brian looked over at the bedside clock. It was now almost 3am, and Brian concluded that he may as well give up on sleep for the night. Justin stirred slightly as he slept in Brian’s arms. The older man smiled, and watched as his baby snuggled against his side, and stroked his chest, his belly, his cock. Kevin had been so wrong when he said that boys didn’t fall in love with boys, that boys were just for fun. Indeed Brian loved his boy very much. He wondered how much fun it had been for Justin when Kevin ravished his body, how terrified his baby must have been when the cowboy held him down. How long did it take for Kevin to satisfy his own sadistic desires before he left Justin battered, and bloody, and crying in their bed? Brian unconsciously brought his own hand up to his throat. Even after all these years he could still feel Kevin’s grip, and the fury of a slap that left a sobbing young Brian tasting blood.

Brian carefully laid Justin’s head on the pillow, and eased out of bed. He walked over to the dresser, and picked up his wallet. Hidden behind his Visa was the business card that Christy McLauren had discretely slipped into his jacket pocket while they were dancing. Brian looked over at Justin, as he slowly turned Christy’s card over, and over between his fingers. It was time for vengeance.\

NEXT WEEK: Vengeance, part 2

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