When My Boy Walks Down the Street

December 12, 1999

The windshield wipers beat a steady rhythm as the cold winter rain came down in sheets. Brian inched the Jeep forward as the traffic finally moved and muttered under his breath about stupid drivers and afternoon rush hour. 'Thank God it's Friday', he thought with a grin. He and Justin had plans, and Brian was looking forward to taking him out to Babylon to dance the night away.

They'd been together almost every night in the past month. They'd seen several movies at the theater, and had gone out to dinner a couple of evenings as well. Brian had even helped Justin study for his exams. Brian chuckled when he acknowledged to himself that they were actually dating. 'Fuck, I think I have a boyfriend. What the hell have I gotten myself into?'

It was the longest non-sexual relationship Brian had ever had, while at the same time being the most sexually charged one he'd ever had as well. He'd told Justin that he wanted to take things slowly, and they had, but the wait was beginning to wear on Brian. He'd never been so frustrated in his life, but after tonight…

Ah, yes, Brian had definite plans for that evening.

As he waited for the light to change so he could make the turn onto Liberty Avenue, Brian glanced up and spotted Justin as he was exiting the building near the corner. Justin shoved some papers into his pocket, pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck and began walking down the sidewalk toward the Jeep, head ducked low as though avoiding the rain. Brian frowned as he recognized the building's name - Melanie's law firm was located inside. What the hell was Justin doing there?

Brian lightly hit the horn as Justin drew parallel to him then grinned when Justin jumped and looked about, startled. His smile broadened after Justin noticed the Jeep and flipped Brian off before walking over to the passenger side and opening the door.

"You asshole," Justin muttered affectionately.

"Get in, brat, you're letting in all the cold air." Brian waited until Justin slid into the seat before saying, "Fuck, you're soaked. Where in the hell is your umbrella?"

Justin smirked as he wiped the water off his face with his soggy jacket sleeve. "God, you sound just like Uncle Jeremy. Guess that proves that you are old. Right, old man?" Justin snickered merrily at the expression on Brian's face.

Brian laid his hand against the side of Justin's head and gave a gentle shove. "Behave, or I'll make you walk." The light finally changed, and Brian turned down Liberty. "What were you doing at Melanie's law firm?"

Justin sobered at the question, leaning his head back against the seat. "She had some information about Ethan's trial. I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?" He rolled his head against the headrest to look over at Brian and said wearily, "Hey, I know we planned to hit Babylon tonight, but do you mind if I get a rain check? I just don't feel like partying tonight."

Brian shot Justin a sideways glance, noting how tired he looked, then said, "How about we just go back to the loft? I can call out for some Chinese food and there's a couple of new movies we can watch."

A frown creasing his forehead, Justin asked in a concerned tone, "Are you okay with that? I mean, we're talking about Friday night at Babylon. Think of all the hot guys you'll be missing." Justin didn't know that a flash of jealousy crossed his face as he thought about Brian going to the backroom with other guys. Shit! He knew Brian fucked around, and that he wasn't interested in monogamous relationships, but God, it was tough to accept sometimes. Justin so wanted something real, something permanent with Brian. He turned his head to stare out the window.

Brian, however, saw the jealousy and a surge of protectiveness toward Justin rushed through him. He said softly, with a smile in his voice, "But I'll be at home with the hottest guy I know, so it won't be me who's missing anything." Brian grabbed Justin's hand, laying it flat against Brian's thigh and covering it with his own. "And think about how envious all those so-called hot guys will be when they find out who I spent the evening with."

Justin looked over at Brian, his cheeks flushed from the compliment. His gaze lowered to their hands and a wicked grin flickered across his lips. Justin edged closer to Brian and slid his hand between Brian's legs, cupping his groin lightly.

"Fuck," muttered Brian as Justin gently massaged his hardening dick through his dress pants. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator, blowing the Jeep's horn whenever another vehicle got in his way. 'Oh, fuck yeah,' he thought as desire pulsed through his body like lightning. 'I definitely have plans for you for tonight, Sunshine.'

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Brian temporarily had to put aside his thoughts of debauchery, since by the loft door slid open, Justin was shivering violently from being wet and cold. Brian shrugged out of his leather trench coat and tossed it onto the sofa as he suggested, "Why don't you jump in the shower to warm up, Justin. I'll call for dinner while you're in there."

"Okay," Justin said, his teeth chattering. He jogged up into the bedroom and through to the bathroom. After turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, he toed off his tennis shoes before quickly peeling off his wet clothing and dropping them into a pile on the floor.

"Ahhh," he breathed as he stepped into the hot shower. He stood still under the water for a moment, letting the heat ease the ache in his cold limbs. He then grabbed Brian's body gel and slathered it over his body, luxuriating in the rich lather as it covered his skin.

Justin's hand slowed, began caressing his chest as the scent that he always associated with Brian permeated the steam surrounding him. His cock twitched, but he refused to touch it, wanting to only come tonight with Brian's mouth and hands on him, his dick firmly inside Justin's ass.

After quickly washing his hair, Justin climbed out of the shower and toweled off. He smiled when he noticed a pair of sweats and an old Penn State sweatshirt lying on the counter. Sliding on the sweats, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head and padded barefoot back into the living room.

Brian had been busy while Justin had been in the shower. He'd thrown some large pillows around the coffee table, on which several take-out containers were sitting. The lights were lowered and the stereo was tuned to a soft rock station. Brian glanced up from where he was sitting on the floor, the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile. "Feeling better?"

Justin sprawled out on one of the pillows next to Brian. "Umm hmm. Thanks for the dry clothes." He began opening the containers, humming with delight when he found the shrimp lo mein. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, he dug in. "My favorite," he muttered happily around a mouthful of noodles.

Brian smirked as he began eating his own dinner. "I know, I've only seen you eat it about a thousand times over the years." He took several bites of his shrimp with lobster sauce before he peeked sideways at Justin and asked, "So, Justin, you ready to talk about Ethan yet?"

Carefully setting his dinner onto the table, Justin then drew up his legs, wrapping his arms around them and resting his cheek against his knee. "It's all fucked up, Brian. Ethan's lawyer wants him to plead not guilty to all charges, Ethan wants to plead guilty to aggravated assault and the DA wants to continue to press for attempted murder."

"And what do you want?" Brian asked.

Justin took a shuddering breath. "I just want it to be over." He stared down at the floor and whispered, "It's so hard, you know. He supposedly loved me." Raising his eyes to look at Brian, he blinked several times to clear his vision. "If he loved me, how could he do that to me?"

Brian laid his chopsticks down and moved closer to Justin, sliding his hand underneath the edge of Justin's sweatshirt. "People do stupid things, Justin, and say it's because of love. It's not, though, it's really because they're fucked up in the head."

Nodding slightly, Justin turned into Brian's embrace, laying his head against Brian's shoulder. He closed his eyes, taking comfort in the warmth of Brian's body.

Brian moved his legs so that Justin was sitting between them, keeping his palm flat on Justin's back the whole time. He stroked his hand up and down in a soothing motion as he wrapped his other arm around Justin's waist, drawing him nearer. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against the side of Justin's neck, ghosting wispy kisses against the warm skin there.

"Bri… Brian?" Justin stuttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Hmmm?" Brian licked his way up to Justin's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. He murmured, "Let me, Justin…" and urged Justin down into the pillows, stretching his body out on top of Justin's slighter form.

"Oh, God…" Justin moaned as Brian's mouth found his, his tongue licking against Justin's lower lip. Justin opened his mouth, allowing Brian's tongue to tangle with his own, sliding together in a hot, desperate kiss. He twined his fingers in Brian's dark hair, tugging him even closer as he ground his hips up into Brian's erection. "Ahhh… fuck!"

"Mmmm, that's the idea," Brian said as he sat back on his heels and pushed Justin's shirt up his torso, catching it under his arms. Leaning down, he licked a broad path up Justin's ribcage, then latched onto a dusky nipple. He laved the pebbled nub, then blew a puff of warm breath across the moist skin, smiling tenderly into Justin's chest when he heard Justin's breathy moans above him.

Brian lifted his head, looking down into Justin's face, his heart clenching when he saw the look of trust and love there. "You are so fucking hot, lying here beneath me." He kissed Justin, sucking on his lower lip then pushing his tongue inside. As his mouth continued to caress Justin's, Brian petted Justin's side for a second, then worked a hand into the waistband of Justin's sweats, pulling them down over Justin's hips and freeing his erect cock. His fingers encircled Justin's sensitive flesh, jacking him slowly while Brian whispered against Justin's lips, "I want to suck you off, then fuck you, all night long."

"Yeah… oh, fuck yeah," Justin breathed, "oh, God, Brian, yesss…" Justin arched his neck back, exposing his racing pulse to Brian's kisses. Brian bit down, then sucked hard on the skin there, leaving a faint purpling mark behind. Justin's heart pounded even harder at the thought of Brian marking him for the world to see.

Brian began kissing and nibbling his way down Justin's body, shifting his weight so he could stroke Justin's hips and thighs, fascinated with the feel of the trembling muscle under his touch. Brian licked at Justin's navel, swirling his tongue in a tiny, wet circle around it, then dipping inside with several sharp thrusts. Raising his head, he saw that Justin's eyes were closed, and he commanded quietly, "Justin, I want you to look at me as I blow you, so open your eyes now." He waited until Justin's lashes fluttered open, then lowered his head again while keeping his eyes locked on Justin's stunned gaze.

"Watch, Justin." Justin struggled to prop himself up on his elbows as Brian pressed his face into the thatch of thick blond curls that surrounded his dick, inhaling deeply the tangy scent of sweat and musk. Placing his hands on the insides of Justin's knees, Brian stroked leisurely upward, wordlessly encouraging Justin to open his thighs wider for him. Justin thrust his hips up with a low gasp as Brian licked across the soft skin of his balls, then drew one into his warm mouth, sucking gently.

Brian released Justin's ball, then cupping Justin's bobbing erection with one hand, he licked up the length until he reached the tip. He suckled the drops of pre-come from it, moaning, "Fuck, you taste so good," then took the head fully into his mouth. He began to raise and lower his head, taking a little bit more of Justin's dick into him each time until his nose was buried in Justin's pubic hair. Quickening his motions, Brian started to fuck Justin's cock with his mouth, relaxing his throat and humming around the turgid shaft.

Justin fell back off his elbows and reached for Brian's head, weaving his fingers in the soft hair and holding him still as he thrust his hips upward, deeper into Brian's mouth. He gasped loudly as his balls tightened and suddenly, his body tensed and he was coming down Brian's throat. Brian kept sucking, swallowing every drop until Justin tugged on his hair when it became too much. Brian gradually slid his lips off Justin's cock and pressed a kiss against his inner thigh. "Brian, that was… oh, God, that was fantastic."

"We're just getting started, Justin." Brian leaned over to kiss him tenderly then pulled back and began unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze roamed over Justin's flushed face then down his body. Brian grinned at the debauched look of his lover; his pants were bunched down around his knees and the sweatshirt was pushed up under Justin's arms. "Why don't you get undressed, Sunshine?" he asked as he shrugged out of his shirt then peeled off his jeans.

Justin quickly shimmied out of his clothes and lay back onto the pillows. He watched breathlessly as Brian reached over and grabbed several condoms and lube from a bowl under the coffee table. "Uh, Brian, there's something I need to tell you."

"What's that?" Brian asked as he settled down beside Justin. He placed the tube and packets beside Justin's head then started to kiss him, slow sweet kisses that had Justin moaning helplessly against his lips. "Let me guess, you've never been fucked before." Each word was punctuated by a soft kiss.

Shaking his head, Justin lowered his eyelids shyly. "No, uh, it never felt… never felt right with Ethan."

Brian rose up on one elbow, cupping Justin's face with his hand. "Justin, look at me," he said seriously. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Justin's eyes flew open, meeting Brian's gaze head-on. "Hell yes, I want to. I've been dreaming about this for years, Brian."

"All right, then," Brian said calmly as he moved to kneel between Justin's spread legs. Giving Justin a wicked smile, he opened the condom and rolled it onto his erection. Tossing the empty package aside, he picked up the lube and squeezed a large amount on his fingers. After spreading some onto the condom, he placed a slicked finger at Justin's hole, rubbing small circles around it.

Justin tensed slightly as Brian pressed his finger past the outer ring of muscle. "I… uh…"

"Calm down, Justin." Brian stroked Justin's hipbone with his free hand, gentling him as he hooked his finger to press against Justin's prostate. When Justin jerked at the motion, he grinned and whispered, "That's it, Sunshine, you're doing great." He moved his finger in and out then added a second one, stilling his hand until he felt Justin's body relax. Brian began to finger-fuck him, pushing deeper with each thrust and flexing his fingers.

Justin forced himself to take deep breaths and gradually his muscles loosened. He gasped when Brian brushed against his prostate again, moaning out a low, "Brian…" and thrashing his head from side to side.

Brian removed his fingers after he thought Justin was prepared enough, grabbed Justin's ankles and positioned them on his shoulders. "Are you ready?" At Justin's mute nod, Brian placed the head of his dick at Justin's entrance and began to push inward, a little further with each lunge of his hips. At last, Brian felt his balls touch Justin's ass and he paused. "Oh fuck, you're so goddamned tight!" Inhaling sharply, Brian reached out, grasped Justin's shoulders and started rocking his hips. "Fuck… fuck…"

Justin writhed shamelessly beneath Brian, lifting his hips to meet Brian's thrusts. He hooked his ankles tightly around Brian's waist. "More, Brian… I want… more…" he groaned, "Harder, ple… please." He reached up and wrapped his hand around Brian's neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you," he said softly into Brian's ear.

When he heard Justin's breathless declaration, Brian felt a surge of adrenaline run though his veins. Growling low, he flexed his hips harder and faster, and worked his hand between their stomachs. Brian palmed Justin's renewed erection, stroking it in rhythm with his own movements. All of a sudden, Justin's body shuddered and arched upward, pearly strands of semen splattering across his chest and Brian's hand.

As Justin trembled with his orgasm, his ass clenching around Brian's cock, Brian's body grew taut. His hips jerked forward a couple more times, then he groaned as he climaxed. Brian carefully lowered Justin's legs then eased his softening dick from Justin's body, took off the spent condom and collapsed onto his back on the pillows.

Justin partially draped himself across Brian's body, pulling him into a tight embrace. They kissed quietly for a while, then Justin tucked his head underneath Brian's chin and began to drowse. Brian's heart beat a steady rhythm under his ear as Justin drew random patterns on Brian's chest with his fingertip.

"Are you okay?" Brian asked quietly after a few minutes.

Justin lifted his head and gave Brian a sated smile. "I'm great. It was great. The whole fucking world is great."

Brian laughed at Justin's rambling statement before gently pushing Justin off his cooling body. He jumped up onto his feet and held out a hand. "Come on, let's get cleaned up and go to bed."

Justin let Brian pull him up and gave him a swift kiss. They crossed through the loft and into the bathroom, where Brian took a washcloth and, after wetting it, quickly wiped off the drying cum. He tossed the dirty cloth into the sink, grabbed Justin's hand and tugged him into the bedroom.

Brian pulled down the duvet before motioning Justin to get in. Once Justin was settled, Brian climbed in and spooned his body against Justin's back. He lay there, unmoving and awake, until he heard Justin's breath become regular, signifying he was finally asleep. Brian then brushed a lock of blond hair off Justin's cheek and whispered quietly into the dark, "I think I'm in love with you too, Sunshine."

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