Love Handles

Justin looked at his latest bank statement, fifty thousand dollars, plus interest thanks to the generosity of one Anthony Massey. The reimbursed tuition money remained untouched in Justin’s checking account in the event that he should ever have to get to Tony in a hurry. As promised Justin had kept the emergency fund as his and Tony’s secret, even Daphne didn’t know of it. Justin quickly disposed of the document in Brian’s desk shredder, and picked up the latest copy of Consumer Report Magazine’s new car edition. Taking the bus, and being hauled around by Brian was becoming a drag. Surely Tony wouldn’t mind if he used some of his emergency fund to buy a car, or would he? Justin pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Tony’s number. The young man’s heart pounded with anticipation as he waited for his former lover to answer. Finally, after numerous rings the familiar voice sang out over the receiver.

“Justin, hello princess!”

“Hi Tony.” Justin smiled. “Are you busy?”

Tony looked at the trick lying next to him, and blew him a kiss. “I’m never too busy for you princess. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“How sweet.” Tony smiled. “Did you get the package I sent you?”

“Yes, I got the cologne. Thanks Tony, it’s still my favorite. I was getting worried, I was about to run out of it.” Justin said.

“We can’t have that, it’s uncivilized for a man to be without his fragrance.” Tony said in his most sophisticated voice.

“Indeed.” Justin mimicked his mentor.

“How’s that whore of yours? Is he behaving himself, or shall I get my gun again?” Tony asked.

Justin laughed. “Brian is fine, and stop calling him that. We’re living together now, and he’s the perfect boyfriend.”

“I find that hard to believe, however it is good to hear your laugh princess.”

“Where are you?” Justin asked.

“I’m still in Paris. I’ll only be here for a few more days though. I have to be back in Chicago by the first of the month. Mary’s birthday is November second.” Tony said.

Tony’s trick laid quietly next to him as the former lovers chatted for almost an hour. Tony told Justin about his plans for Plaza Paris, and the new Plaza Chicago on the magnificent mile. Justin filled Tony in on his progress at school. He inquired about Mary’s double fudge chocolate cake, and the status of  Plaza Pittsburgh.

“I decided to keep the Pitts Plaza. You never know when I might need to stop in town, besides penthouse four holds such fond memories for me.” Tony purred. “Do you still have the key card that I gave you?”

Justin’s mind flashed back to the many stolen afternoons in penthouse four that he, and Tony had spent together. “Yes, I still have it.” he said.

“Good.” Tony smiled.

Justin quickly changed the subject. “Tony, I was thinking of buying a car?” he said.

“Car? Don’t tell me that chicken-shit boyfriend of yours still has you taking the bus.”

“Tony.” Justin frowned.

“Sorry, that one slipped.” Tony said dryly. “What kind of car would you like princess? I can see you in a little black BMW.”

“I was thinking more on the lines of a little red Toyota. Tony, would it be alright if I used some of my emergency fund for a down payment?” Justin asked.

“Down payment, for a Toyota? No one needs a down payment for a Toyota. I carry enough change in my left trouser pocket to buy a Toyota.”

“Not everyone has your kind of cash.” Justin reminded him.

“Oh yeah, I forgot your boyfriend is a “jeep” person.” Tony said smugly.

“Will you stop it?” Justin laughed.

“You love me when I’m a snob.” Tony smiled.

“Yes I do.” Justin admitted between chuckles.

“Of course you can use your emergency fund. I can’t believe you called me just to ask me that.” Tony said. “Admit it, you wanted to hear my voice didn’t you?”

“I miss you Tony.” Justin heard himself say.

There was a long silence in Paris. “I miss you too princess.” Tony finally said.

Until now Tony’s trick had been ever so patient. The native Parisian leaned over, and kissed the back of Tony’s neck, and stroked his hand down the front of his torso. “I have to go now princess.” Tony said. “Don’t be such a stranger now that you’re an old married lady, call me sometimes. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye Tony.”

Justin turned off his cell phone, and took a deep breath. He leaned back in Brian’s leather chair, then reached over, and turned on the stereo. Like deja vu, the sultry voice of Ms. Anita Baker began to pour out through the speakers, “Sweet Love”. The young man closed his eyes, remembering that song, and the night he and Tony danced to it underneath the stars. He could still smell the intoxicating scent of Tony’s custom blend cologne, combined with the light fishy smell of the cool Lake Michigan waters that splashed against the side of the yacht. Justin wrapped his arms around himself and smiled as he recalled the strong arms that held him that night, and the wonderful man who made sweet love to him until the early dawn. Finally the song ended, and Justin opened his eyes. He picked up the medallion around his neck, and flipped it over to Tony’s tiny engraved heart. Justin looked over at Ali. The blue fighting fish had swam to the end of the tank nearest him. “I miss him champ.” Justin sighed. “I miss him so much.”

The young man’s bittersweet stroll down memory lane was suddenly interrupted by the loft door sliding open. Justin jumped and quickly turned toward the unexpected sound just as Brian came storming in. “Hi partner.” Justin smiled, and left his chair to greet his returning lover.

“Not now.” Brian grunted, and brushed his baby aside.

Justin followed his lover to the bedroom. Something must have gone wrong at the doctor’s office. “What’s the matter Brian, what did the doctor say?” He asked cautiously, then braced himself for the worst. Why else would Brian be so upset?

“He said I was FAT!”

“Fat?”

Brian took his suit jacket off, and reached for a hanger in the closet. “Anorexic son-of-a-bitch.” he grumbled.

“Brian, will you please tell me what happened?” Justin insisted.

“I told you, the motherfucker said I was fat!” Brian barked.

“Dr. Savanna?”

“No, that goddamn cardiologist, Dr. Gandhi. I should have known better than to go to an asshole named Gandhi. Starving motherfucker, what the fuck does he know? If you ask me, he could stand a few ham sandwiches, with extra mayo.” Brian ranted as he slipped out of his pants, and hung them on the trouser rack.

“What about your heart?”

“What?”

“Your heart Brian, what about your heart.” Justin repeated.

“Oh.....my heart is fine.” Brian removed his shirt, and turned around in the mirror. “I’m not fat. Do you think I’m fat?”

Justin bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. The young man then walked over, and wrapped his arms around his vain lover’s waist. “No Brian, you’re not fat.” he said. “You probably got it wrong, I can’t believe he called you that. What exactly did Dr. Gandhi say?”

Brian continued to look at his butt reflection in the mirror. “He said that my metabolism is slowing down, and that’s what’s causing my weight gain.”

“How much weight have you gained?”

“Eight pounds.” Brian said sadly.

Justin smiled.

“It’s not funny!”

“I’m not laughing.” Justin assured him. “Brian, weight gain is a natural part of the aging process.”

“Great, so now I’m old, and fat!”

“I didn’t say that.” Justin reached up, and turned Brian’s face away from the mirror, and back toward his. “You’re not old, and you’re certainly not fat. In fact, a little extra meat on these bones is very sexy.” he cooed.

“Really?” Brian smiled.

Justin placed his hands on both sides of Brian’s waist, and squeezed. “Ummmm, love handles.” he purred.

“So I am fat, I knew it!” Brian pulled away.

Justin watched from the bedroom doorway as Brian padded off to the kitchen in his underpants. He flung the refrigerator door open, and looked inside. “All of this shit has to go.” Brian announced, and began to raid the shelves. Without any further discussion a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew was the first to hit the trash.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Justin called out.

“Empty calories, it has to go.” Brian called back with his head still buried inside the opened ice box. Last night’s Chinese take-out was the next to go.

“Brian, that’s for dinner tonight.” Justin reminded him.

“Too high in sodium, and it’s fried. It has to go.” Brian decided.

Brian continued to ransack the refrigerator shelves, throwing out everything in his path that was processed, fast-food, fried, or contained a high fat content. By the time he was through the only things left were bottles of water, Romaine lettuce, and cherry tomatoes. He was headed for the freezer when Justin dashed over to stop him. “Brian, don’t you dare touch my ice cream.” Justin warned.

“It has to go.”

“It’s going in me, not into the garbage.”

“I don’t want this shit in my refrigerator!”

“It’s not your refrigerator, it’s our refrigerator!” Justin reminded him.

“It’s my refrigerator, in my house!” Brian barked.

Justin snatched the container of Ben & Jerry’s vanilla from Brian’s hand. “Fine, I won’t put anything else in your goddamn refrigerator!”

“Fine!”

Justin pulled out a tablespoon from the kitchen drawer, and sauntered over to the leather chaise lounger. He popped the top on his Ben & Jerry’s, then reclined to watch as Brian stormed the freezer. Justin opened his mouth and tasted a sample, then slowly pulled the empty spoon between his lips. “Ummmmmm.”

Brian was aiming for the trash with a package of frozen broccoli with cheese sauce when he stopped short, and looked Justin’s way. The hot boy ran his tongue along the inside of the spoon, then dipped it back into the container for another helping. Brian finished tossing the broccoli, and returned to the freezer. “Ummmmmm.” Justin moaned again.

Again Brian turned around, this time to find Justin extending the refilled spoon towards him. “Want some?” Justin asked innocently.

“No.” Brian snorted.

“Ok, suit yourself.” Justin said, then slowly slid the spoon into his mouth.

Brian’s mouth unconsciously eased open, as he watched the spoon disappear, then return all shiny and clean. Justin closed his eyes, and once again glided his tongue along the inside of the spoon. “Ummmmmmm, are you sure you don’t want some?” he purred.

Brian closed the freezer door, and walked over to the lounger. The older man knelt down, and opened his mouth.

“Say please.” Justin smiled.

“Please.” Brian whispered, and held out his tongue.

Justin scooped out a spoonful, and brought it to his lover’s mouth. Brian could practically taste the sinful treat when the blonde imp turned the spoon around, and took the ice cream for himself. “None for you.” Justin said, then took off with the creamy custard.

“Why you little shit!”

“You want it? Come, and get it.” Justin teased from the center of the room.

Brian took off after him. Attempting to cut the little shit’s path, he weaved his way through the loft, around the table, and over the sofa finally snaring his prey around the waist, at the foot of the bedroom steps. “Give it to me.” Brian demanded.

Justin turned around to face his captor, and defiantly held the ice cream container behind his back. Brian reached around him to retrieve his prize, inadvertently pressing their bodies together. Justin released the Ben & Jerry’s, and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist. The beguiling boy moved his hands down Brian’s back, and into his briefs. Justin kneaded Brian’s ass with one hand, while he brought the other around to his cock. The sleepy member quickly awakened, and strained its angry head over the top of the elastic waistband. “Ummmm.” Brian moaned as Justin coated his fingers with glistening pre-cum, and distributed the slippery nectar along the marble shaft.

Brian completely forgot about the ice cream. He dropped the container to the floor as his tongue sought out his baby’s mouth. Justin heard his lover moan again, and felt his body tremble when he inserted a single digit into his Brian’s smooth tunnel. “Tell your baby how you like it.” Justin whispered.

Brian opened his mouth to answer, but the words wouldn’t form in his throat. “Aaaaahhhhhh.” He gasped when Justin slipped a second finger deep inside. The ice cream wasn’t the only thing that was melting.

Justin removed his fingers, and led his stunned prey to the bedroom. Brian obediently laid face down on the bed, and braced himself for his baby’s next move. He waited with baited anticipation as Justin leisurely removed his clothes. In true Brian Kinney style, the younger man ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, and rolled it onto his dick with one smooth stroke. Again Justin worked his fingers in, and out of Brian’s ass, this time distributing a generous amount of lube into the older man’s tight opening. “Are you ready for me daddy? Here we go.” Justin forewarned, and gently inserted the head of his cock.

“Ooooh.” Brian moaned.

Justin stretched his body along the length of Brian’s back, and intertwined his arms with his lover’s. The young man closed his eyes, and willed his desires to wait until his beloved welcomed him inside. “Ahhhhhhh.” Brian sighed.

“That’s it daddy.” Justin whispered his approval.

“Ooooh God.” Brian moaned.

“Tell your baby that you want it.” The hot boy rolled his hips.

“Ohhh yeah, fuck me baby.” Brian groaned.

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After satisfying his sweet tooth, Brian reclined in the comfort of his baby’s arms. Justin kissed the side of his drowsy lover’s head, and gently stroked his fingers through his damp hair  “Feel better?” he whispered.

“Umm hum.” Brian snuggled closer, and closed his eyes.

“Good.” Again Justin kissed the side of his lover’s head. He moved his hand down to Brian’s belly, and gave it a little pat. “My grandmother says that when a couple gains weight, it means that they’re happy.” he said.

Brian’s eyes suddenly flew open. “So I am fat, I knew it!”

“Brian wait, that’s not what I meant.....” Justin watched feebly from the bed as Brian headed back to the kitchen, and prepared to launch a second attack on the freezer. “BRIAN DON‘T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT CHEESECAKE!”


NEXT WEEK:  Potato Kiss

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