Sex, Lies, and Violin Music

~ Chapter 1 ~

When the first bouquet of flowers arrived, Justin wasn't worried. He just needs time to get over me, the blonde reasoned. When the love letters starting coming weekly, Justin didn't freak. He just needs to find someone else, rationalized the teen. But when Ethan began showing up at Justin's apartment almost daily, the artist began to get nervous. This is about more than not being able to move on, realized Justin. The question was what to about it.

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Brian noticed that Justin was spending more and more time at the loft. Not that he minded. If he had to admit it, he would say that he enjoyed Justin's increased presence to his life. But of course he'd never have to admit that, so there was no sense thinking such foolish thoughts. The older man figured Justin's increased presence was, of course, due to the irresistible Kinney charm and the incomparable Kinney lay. Probably the latter was the biggest reason for Justin's hanging around all the time. Brian wouldn't have thought there could be any other reason for Justin being around a lot more often.

So when Justin barreled through the sliding metal door at 3 o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Brian wasn't surprised. What did surprise him was the very large suitcase that was trailing behind the young artist. Actually, very large was an understatement. It was more like a fucking enormous suitcase.

"Who's body is hidden in there and why are you bringing it into my loft?" Brian questioned, raising an eyebrow. He didn't want to get in trouble for assisting in a homicide. He was in enough shit with the police already.

Justin tried to act non-chalante. He was prepared for the Spanish Inquisition as soon as he walked through the door.

Giving his lover his best innocent smile, with his irresistible blue eyes twinkling, Justin replied sweetly, "I just thought I'd bring a few things over. It's a pain having to stop by my apartment every morning before my shift at the diner or before my first class. You don't mind do you?" Justin looked up at Brian through his long eyelashes, flashing the look that he new Brian couldn't say no to.

"A few things I wouldn't mind. Bringing your entire apartment with you is another story." Brian was more than a little perplexed. Something about Justin's explanation for the Mack Truck he was lugging didn't fit.

Ever the drama queen, Justin retorted, "Oh. Ok. Well I'll just take another 3 buses back across town to my apartment and won't bother you with my presence anymore." He looked hurt and turned to leave.

Brian grabbed blondie's arm. Seemed like he was doing that a lot lately and it was not amusing him. "What's with you?" He was getting annoyed. He hadn't done anything except ask Justin why he was bringing all of his possessions with him. They hadn't talked about Justin moving back into the loft since the fiddler fiasco had finally played itself out, so he figured he was entitled to an explanation. "I simply want to know why one day you're so proud that you have your own place and the next you're practically moved back in."

With pouted lips and downcast eyes the cunning teenager purred, "I -I just want to spend more time with you, that's all." Brian looked at him skeptically but kissed his young lover and decided to put off further questioning about the suitcase for another time. He wasn't entirely immune to Justin's pretense of innocence. As long as he realized it was all pretense, what was the harm? Besides, he had more important questions that needed answers. Like why were they both still fully clothed and still standing by the door? They could both hear the bed beckoning them and far be it for them to keep the impatient mattress waiting. That wouldn't be fair…

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