Justin was very pleased when he finally sat down to dinner with Brian. It had been such a shitty day at school that he couldn’t wait to run home to ‘daddy’ and have him make it all better. You better believe he did. The teen’s cock stirred as he remembered the look on Brian’s face when he told him ‘Mr. Larson’ said he was a dirty boy. Justin smiled to himself as he remembered ‘daddy’ fucking his baby senseless after that. ‘Mr. Larson’ had no idea…

Justin willed his erection down. There wouldn’t be anymore fucking until they both got some work done. He leaned over and kissed Brian’s shoulder as he reached for another piece of bread. "What do you have to work on?"

Brian scowled at being reminded of the project he needed to work on when he was just thinking of other ways to occupy the rest of the night with Justin. "Just another one of Brad and Bob’s fuck ups," he shot over his shoulder as he put his dishes in the sink. "You?"

Justin followed him to the sink and started rinsing all their dishes to put in the dishwasher. "Just a paper for that asshole Larson."

Brian froze, a chill tingling along his spine as he remembered Justin’s words earlier when they were fucking…

"M-my teacher…Mr. Larson said I was… he said… I’m dirty. I’m not dirty am I? I took an extra long shower to make sure I’m really clean. See?"

Brian knew the dialogue was completely off from their usual ‘baby’s been a bad boy, daddy’s going to spank you’ scenario, but when the teen rolled onto his knees and thrust his ass into the air for Brian’s inspection the older man wouldn’t have cared if the kid told him his Prada boots were in the garbage disposal.

He had knelt behind the teen and leaned over to trail his tongue down to that delicious pink bud when Justin pulled away.

Brian remembered cursing, "What the fuck?"

"Mr. Larson says only bad boys touch other boys," Justin told him.

Brian had been surprised, but eventually convinced the kid that he was a ‘good boy’ and they fucked hard.

Brian jerked his mind back to the present. Did that fucker Larson really say something to Justin? He had assumed Justin was just playing, but what if…

Instinctively, he slipped his arms around the teen’s waist and hugged him from behind, not caring if he slopped dishwater on the counter. Brian hoped he was overreacting. He knew it was unrealistic to expect Justin to be completely sheltered from all crazy fucks in the world. And just because some people are pricks, it doesn’t mean they all carry bats.

He was sure he was overreacting. It was the end of the semester and the kid hadn’t had any trouble previously. Justin just made it up for the scene. Yeah, that was it. The kid had a wild imagination when it came to sex. He was always trying new things. Right?

Of course. The teen would have said something otherwise. Hell, the kid couldn’t keep a secret much longer than Emmett. He decided to just forget about it when his mouth ran off unheeded.

"Baby, he didn’t really say any of that shit to you, did he?"

Caught off guard, Justin hesitated to respond as he contemplated how much to tell. Shit. He shouldn’t have said anything, but he wanted to have some fun. Even though the guy was a prick, he was hot. And he made the teen horny. Horny for Brian. But how was he going to explain--

Brian tightened his hold on the younger man, fear and anger warring for control. "Justin?"

Justin groaned. "Let go, Bruiser," he teased as he turned in Brian’s arms.

But Brian wasn’t laughing. "Did that ass--"

"No, it was nothing like that," the teen hedged as he tried to wiggle away.

Brian frowned and tried to keep his grip, but he could tell Justin needed some space. That was another sign something was wrong. The teen would normally be glued to his cock if the older man let him. Brian let him go, but asked, "So what was it like?"

Justin finished loading the dishwasher and dried his hands. "It’s not a big deal, Bri, I handled it," he told him before picking up his book from the counter and settling on the sofa.

Brian followed and sat on the other end of the sofa after snatching the book out of the teen’s hands. Space he would allow, but avoidance was not an option. "Tell me what happened," he ordered gruffly.

Justin sighed heavily, making a big show of how annoyed he was because it didn’t matter. So some guy was an asshole. It wasn’t unusual, and since he and Brian were doing so well now, he really tried not to let the pricks get to him. "He hit on me."

"Your professor?" Brian asked. "What the fuck kind of pervert hits on a student?"

"Your gym teacher?" Justin shot back, trying to keep things light.

"Justin," Brian hissed.

Justin shrugged. "Technically he’s not a professor, he’s a teaching assistant."

"Doesn’t matter," the older man snapped. "He’s still harassing you. Did he demand sex for your grade? Did you report him yet?"

"No."

"Why the fuck not?" Brian asked, his eyes bulging at the teen.

"Because he wasn’t threatening my grade," Justin sighed. "He said he just wanted to fuck. It’s the end of the term, he won’t be my teacher much longer."

"Jesus Justin, how can you be so fucking naïve?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "Excuse me? If I filed suit against every prick that ever tried to cop a feel I wouldn’t be needing your bankroll anymore."

Brian glared at him. "That’s not the point."

"Yes, it is. Every fag on Liberty Avenue wants my ass because it belongs to the King Stud. He just wanted a demonstration of how I keep my man happy," the teen’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "And he was under the impression you wouldn’t mind if I was his ‘pet’ for a while."

Brian grimaced. Ever since he and Justin got back together, they had been--he still blanched at the word--monogamous. And every fag in the Pitts knew it, so where did this asshole get off thinking anyone would be petting Justin but him?

Justin noticed the angry gleam in Brian’s eyes slowly flickered and was replaced by a dull steel color. This was why he didn’t tell Brian about it in the first place. Although Brian balked when Justin browbeat him into a monogamous relationship, the older man’s resistance had lowered considerably over the past few months. Unfortunately, his jealousy had risen in comparison. Justin could hardly blame him after the Ethan debacle, which was why he put up with the sudden relapses into defensive posturing. In another moment, Brian’s walls would fly up because he couldn’t handle the emotional overload. Instead of just admitting he didn’t like the idea of Justin being with anyone else, he would try to pretend it didn’t matter. He would encourage it. He would say…

"Did he teach you anything new?"

Right on cue.

"No."

"I suppose I have taught you more than the average fag knows. You probably showed him a thing or two," Brian snarked.

"No."

Brian ignored him. "I’ll have Cynthia make the arrangements for your winter break then. Maybe--"

Justin grabbed his hand as the older man stood. "Quit being a drama queen. I didn’t fuck him so the bet’s still on. And you can forget about Miami. I’m not going to lose."

Brian relaxed slightly. "Prove it."

Justin smirked. "Fine. I’ll give you his number so he can tell you how I left him with a raging hard on. I said I didn’t fuck him, I didn’t say I didn’t tease him a little. He pissed me off."

"You’re a cruel little boy, Sunshine."

Justin laughed. "So he said. I’m a bad, bad boy…but I’m yours."

Brian sat back down and pulled the teen onto his. "I still think you should report--"

Justin put his finger over the man’s mouth. "I said I handled it. I don’t think he’ll give me any trouble."

Brian kissed his fingertips. "But if he does--"

"I’ll take care of it," the teen replied again and replaced his fingers with his lips.

Brian broke the kiss and gently laid the teen back on the sofa. He covered him with is body and nuzzled his neck. "Is he hot?" he asked lightly. He meant it to sound teasing, but he really wanted to know. To be sure.

Justin moaned as Brian nipped his Adam’s apple. "I guess…dark hair, dark eyes…" he murmured as he ran his hands through Brian’s soft locks. He never met a guy with better hair than Brian’s, he always wanted to bury his hands and face in it, like silk. And he knew how to make the older man moan by tugging the nape.

Brian looked at his young lover and studied his sweet face. "So, why didn’t you want to be the teacher’s pet?"

"I thought I was," the boy purred, his fingertips gliding over the older man’s bare back.

Brian shivered from the touch. He gazed into the blue pools and his heart skipped a beat. "It’s time for baby to put on his thinking cap," he whispered.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I think we need to review," he whispered as he trailed kisses along the teen’s jaw. "Show me what you learned."

Justin’s eyes deepened to a darker blue as lust consumed him when he realized what Brian was saying. He kissed the older man again, their tongues dueling roughly as hands yanked at each other’s pants. Brian pulled back to push his jeans down, allowing the teen to slide onto the floor and kick his sweat pants off. He turned Brian so he was sitting and grabbed his jeans to slip them over his feet and toss them aside as well. Kneeling between his lover’s legs he started at Brian’s knee and kissed his way up to the man’s inner thigh over his hip, across his belly and back down his other hip and thigh.

As the teen’s head moved around Brian’s groin, his cheek, hair, chin, and nose had rubbed against the man’s thickening erection and balls. By the time the boy had gone full circle, Brian had had enough teasing. He guided the teen’s mouth back to the center and sighed when he felt Justin’s warm breath caressing his sac before he sucked him in.

After a few moments Justin replaced his mouth with his hand and continued to play with his lover’s balls while he licked the length of Brian’s cock. Once at the tip, he swirled his tongue around the mushroomed cap like an ice cream cone before taking the entire shaft in is mouth.

Brian bucked in surprise as he was engulfed and expertly sucked to the brink of orgasm. Justin released him and went back to just teasing the head, delving his tongue into the leaking slit, as he eased Brian’s leg up and over the arm of the sofa. Brian then felt the boy smearing saliva over his crack with wet fingers. He planted his foot on the armrest and leaned to his side to expose his hole. The first digit slid in easily and the older man groaned appreciatively.

Justin simultaneously raked his prostate and sucked hard on the swollen head causing Brian to see fireworks. The teen slid the cock deep into his throat and rubbed his finger over the sensitive gland until the man exploded with a loud shout. Brian watched through heavy lids as the boy sucked him dry.

Before he could catch his breath, Justin was repositioning him for more. He rolled Brian onto his back and pulled his hips up over the end of the sofa. The older man was bent double as the teen scooted around to be between his thighs again and pushed his legs back to get access to the rosy opening.

Brian’s breath caught in his chest as he felt the boy’s teeth pull at the wrinkled folds. Then the soft tongue soothed the quivering lips. Justin kissed and licked Brian’s cheeks and his hands smoothed over taunt thighs until Brian relaxed again and the puckered orifice stopped twitching. Then the teen drove his pointed tongue deep into the tight hole.

"Baby…ahhh…" Brian moaned as the persistent appendage wiggled further inside. "Oh, fuck…yes…" he cried as the boy’s tongue withdrew and plunged in again, steadily forcing him open more and more.

Justin saw Brian stroking his renewed hard-on and his own dick jumped. He gave himself few teasing strokes and bit back a cry. He needed to be inside Brian before he came.

He withdrew his tongue and waited for Brian’s attention to return to him when he realized the teen had stopped. The hazel eyes locked on the boy’s and widened eagerly when he saw the teen suck his fingers into his mouth to wet them again.

Justin never took his eyes off Brian as he slipped the first finger inside. He thrust it in and out a few times before adding the second. Brian’s eyes rolled back as the teen pushed deep and nudged the tender sweet spot. The older man’s hips started to sway, trying to fuck himself on the digits buried in his ass.

He grunted his disappointment when Justin removed his hand and stood. "On the floor," the teen directed as he grabbed a condom and lube from the desk. Brian rolled onto the floor and positioned himself on his hands and knees while the boy quickly prepared his cock.

Justin knelt behind him and patted the sofa. "Lean over," he ordered. Brian turned and knelt in front of the sofa, his arms and chest resting on the cushion. Justin positioned himself behind the older man. "That’s better," he sighed as he slipped inside and covered his lover with his own body. "God, I love you," he gasped as he hugged Brian tight and started pumping his hips in long smooth strokes. His hands wandered over Brian’s chest and belly as he kissed and sucked the man’s neck and shoulder.

Brian’s fingers dug into the cushions as he tried to hang on. It felt so good his hips started moving faster, thrusting back against his lover harder, trying to bring him in deeper. Justin matched his rhythm and sped up, twisting his hips so his cock rubbed all the different nerve endings with each jab.

The older man couldn’t hold back anymore and reached for his cock but Justin slapped his hand away. "No cheating," he hissed as he pushed the man back down.

"Fuck….baby, please…." Brian moaned as the teen worked his ass harder, his cock bouncing unattended between his legs. Suddenly Justin slapped his ass, and again, making him clench involuntarily. The hot pain mingled with the ache of his raw ass and Brian didn’t think he could take anymore. Finally, the third stinging swat connected at the same time the boy’s cock pounded his prostate and the combined stimulation made Brian come violently. The force of his tremors almost bucked the boy off.

Justin screamed Brian’s name as the convulsing hole milked his cock. He buried himself deep and held on until the pleasurable currents stopped wracking their bodies. Then the teen carefully withdrew and flopped on the rug. Brian collapsed beside him and they clung together in a sticky heap until their breathing settled.

"Did I pass?" Justin finally asked.

Brian’s only response was a satisfied grunt as he pulled the teen closer.

 

***
 

A few days later Brian was at Woody’s with the guys. He and Michael had just finished kicking Ted and Emmett’s asses at pool and he quickly drained his glass so he could get a refill at Ted’s expense. The spoils of victory. He decided to make it a double.

While Ted got the drinks and Michael racked the balls for a new game, Brian went to the restroom. After he zipped up, he was drying his hands when another man appeared in the mirror behind him. He molded himself to Brian like a second skin.

"Hi there. I was wondering when I’d see you again," the hopeful trick greeted him. He was Brian’s height with black curly hair and dark chocolate eyes.

Brian thought he looked familiar, but he couldn’t be expected to remember everyone he fucked. "I won’t fuck you again," he said as he pushed the man away. Be glad you got it while you could, he thought. Monogamy. Fucking hell…

Undaunted, the man leered at him as he blocked the exit. "You haven’t fucked me yet. Actually, I was hoping Justin was here too. Where’s your blonde bombshell? I thought maybe we could continue--"

Blonde bombshell? Now Brian remembered meeting the guy a few weeks ago and his stomach flipped when he’d realized what he’d done. Shit. Shit. Shit! He quickly snatched the other man’s wrist and pulled him close, so close the trick thought he was going to kiss him, but Brian only growled, "Stay away from him." Justin’s teaching assistant was then flung against the wall so he could pass.

"What’s your problem?" the man huffed. "You said I could have him."

Brian paused, turning only when his face was composed. He flashed the other man a cocky grin that didn’t reach his eyes. "I said you could try," he replied coolly before returning to his friends
 

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