Justin was only a half a block ahead when Brian got outside Woody’s. The kid was slowing down, obviously not knowing where to go, and with the longer legs the older man easily caught up with him. He almost ran his lover over when the younger man stopped suddenly at the end of the sidewalk to look for traffic.

Brian grabbed his arm and turned him around so he could hold both arms while the boy was facing him. Justin struggled to get free and Brian tightened his grip until the younger man cried out. Brian didn’t want to hurt him, but he figured a few bruises were nothing compared to the kid possibly hurting himself. He hadn’t seen Justin this distraught since the bashing.

"Let me go, asshole!" Justin continued to struggle though most of his fight had abated.

Noticing they were attracting a lot of onlookers Brian dragged the teen to a darkened doorway. He briefly wondered if anyone would interfere. "Would you calm down and listen," he hissed in the boy’s ear. "Stop making a scene."

Justin glanced around wildly, seeing a group of people gathering around. Why? To protect him? He started laughing, almost hysterically. Nobody could protect him from himself. He’d been so stupid to think Brian had changed. It was just a game. Always just a game. Just as suddenly as it started, the laughter switched to great hiccuping sobs.

The maniacal laughter frightened Brian more than he could ever remember, but the crying he could deal with. He let go of the boy’s arms and pulled him close. The boy stiffened but didn’t pull away as he cried into his lover’s shoulder.

Brian stroked Justin’s hair, glad the crowd was dispersing when they realized it was just a lover’s spat. There was probably another one around the corner to watch.

"I hate you," Justin finally muttered with a sniff. "Hate you."

The older man sighed. "I know. I’m an asshole."

Justin pulled away and glared at him. "I mean it, Brian. How could you?" he asked as the tears started again.

"Baby, it’s not what you think," he tried to reassure the boy. He knew it was going to be a long night, but he sure as hell was not going to have this conversation in the middle of the street for everyone to hear. Brian held out his hand. "Come on, let’s go home and we’ll…we’ll talk."

Justin just slapped his hand away. "There’s nothing to talk about. I just saw you, Brian. I heard you for fuck’s sake. I know you told him to hit on me to see if I’d cheat on you. And I told you I wasn’t going to put up with anymore of your fucking tests. He’s my teacher, Brian! I thought you were really worried about this guy harassing me at school, and you fucking set it up!"

"Justin," Brian touched the teen’s cheek, "I wouldn’t do that to you." Christ, so much for not groveling on the street.

The boy looked repulsed by the touch and Brian backed away, feeling as if a knife were twisting in his chest.

"Bullshit, Brian. I heard you. I heard you tell him he could have me." The tired voice suddenly grew stronger with renewed rage and the teen was only inches from the older man’s face when he shouted, "You told another man he could fuck me like a discarded trick!"

Brian’s pained expression suddenly turned to rage. "You fucking twat! Have I ever let anyone else fuck you?" He didn’t need to wait for an answer. "That ass is mine, Sunshine. I know what you think you heard, but I’m telling you now, I did not know he was the same guy who hit on you at school, and I did not tell him he could fuck you." He cupped the boy’s head in both his hands. "The only dick in your ass is mine. Period."

Justin still glared at him, but there was a hint of hope in his blue eyes. "Where else is your dick going to be?"

Brian smirked. "In your mouth."

Justin frowned. "It better be in your pants unless I’m around."

"It’s going to be looking for another ass already if you don’t shut up and get in the jeep." He took the sting from his words with a passionate kiss that assured the boy he didn’t want anyone else.

Brian wasn’t worried about Justin cheating on him. He realized that when he remembered how jealous he was when he found out Larson went to PIFA with Justin and was interested in him. He was afraid Larson or another fiddler would lure the blonde away again. Give him something Brian couldn’t. No, wouldn’t. That needed to change before it was too late.

 

***
 

The boy stripped as he walked, leaving a trail of clothes to the shower stall. Brian would have been annoyed he couldn’t put them in the hamper two feet away if he wasn’t so intent on the seductive little show. The teen even made a production of starting the water, testing the temperature, and adjusting the spray before getting in. Unable to be a passive bystander anymore, the older man quickly shucked off his own clothes and joined his lover under the warm jets.

They silently took turns soaping each other’s bodies, content to just be together. Slippery hands moved over wet skin as they cleansed and aroused each other. Once the required hygienic rituals were completed they turned their full attention to each other’s growing need.

The silence was broken when Justin moaned, as Brian’s fingers became more insistent now, teasing his nipples roughly. He pinched the firm nub again, tugging the little ring and the boy keened.

Justin pulled him back down, hungrily plunging his tongue inside the other man’s mouth. Brian swallowed the rest of his moans and grunts as wrapped the teen tightly to him and let his hands roam freely over the luscious mounds of his ass.

Their erect cocks rubbed together easily, the friction eased by sluicing water between their bodies. Justin pressed closer, grinding their hips together as Brian kneaded his ass. When long fingers parted the cheeks, he broke from the kiss. "Oh god…yes…" A slim digit circled the tight pucker and he gasped. "Fuck…just…fuck…ahhhh…" he groaned as it slipped inside.

Brian mercilessly teased his hole. He probed deep, then pulled all the way out to just rub the wrinkled opening before slipping back in, but only to the first knuckle. His young lover writhed in his arms, whimpering for more until Brian finally gave in and added a second finger to fuck him in earnest. He used long deep strokes, brushing the swollen gland with each pass until the teen trembled on the edge.

Desperately, the boy grasped Brian’s cock and began stroking in the same rhythm, begging Brian to really fuck him. The older man couldn’t take much more teasing himself and removed his fingers, also swatting Justin’s hand away as he reached for a condom. "Turn around."

Justin hesitated for a moment, watching Brian roll the condom on his shaft, then did as he was told. But not before Brian saw his expression. His desire was written clearly on his face.

The older man stepped up behind the boy, pushing him against glass as he rubbed his slick cock along the crack. He groaned as the teen pushed his hips back guiding it to his hole. Brian nipped Justin’s ear as he was poised to enter. "You want it raw, don’t you, baby?"

The boy gasped in surprise. He wondered how Brian knew what he was thinking. "I just thought maybe someday, since it’s just us now," he replied nervously. He knew how Brian felt about unprotected sex.

"Justin--"

"I know. You won’t and I understand. You want me safe because you love me."

"I do," Brian agreed as he slid inside. He held Justin tight against him, fully impaled as he turned the boy’s head for a real kiss. "It wouldn’t make a difference," he whispered against the soft lips as he withdrew and pushed back in. "Wouldn’t make it harder, or faster… or deeper." He thrust in again, angling his hips to penetrate further.

Justin’s head fell forward from the force of the impact. He pushed back, urging Brian to continue, eagerly taking each stroke. He didn’t care if Brian never fucked him bareback, he couldn't imagine anything better than this.

"Except… you know what… I do want to do…" Brian grunted as he sped up, teetering on the edge. He reached around and stroked Justin’s cock, relishing the boy’s appreciative moans.

"I want to come…in your tight…little ass…" Brian groaned as the teen tightened around him, "and then eat it out."

"Oh fuck," the boy cried out as the image pushed him over the edge. He came hard in Brian’s hand as his ass convulsed around the cock buried deep inside.

"Fuck yeah," Brian pumped his hips wildly, riding out the spasms that wracked his body as he followed close behind. "Baby…oh, fuck…"

Justin collapsed against the glass, holding them both up as the pleasure subsided. "That was hot," he giggled softly.

"Mmm," Brian sighed.

"Do you really think about it?"

Brian groaned. He knew he shouldn’t have started this. He pulled out and turned the boy around. "Justin, it’s not worth the risk."

Justin held up his hands. "I just like that you think about it. That’s all I meant, honest." He kissed the older man, snuggling against his chest. "But will you do that again?"

"Talk dirty? You liked that, huh?" Like that was new information. But this was something they hadn’t fantasized about before. He turned the boy around again and spread his legs, kneeling behind him. "Imagine I just fucked you bareback," he said as he parted the teen’s cheeks and lapped at the rosy hole.

"Oh god…"

 

***
 

Justin finally finished his shift at the diner and rushed to Babylon to meet the guys.

"Hey," he greeted his friends when he found them lounging against the bar. He gave Emmett a hug and slipped into Brian’s waiting arms.

"Hey yourself," Brian murmured as he kissed his lover. It was a long deep kiss to make up for the day apart. "How was school?" he finally asked when they separated.

Justin knew what he was really asking. It was the first time he had class with Larson since that night at Woody’s. "I talked to Larson after class to make sure there wouldn’t be any trouble and he actually apologized. I accepted and that was that."

Brian kissed his temple as the teen leaned against him. "I’ll still be happier when you’re out of that damn class."

"Just two more weeks," Justin reminded him. "Wanna dance?" he purred, changing the subject to something much more pleasant.

Brian grinned lewdly and led him to the dance floor.

Their friends watched them weave their way into the crowd.

"So, whatever fight they had the other night is over?" Ted asked.

Michael shrugged. "I guess. You know no matter what Brian does, Justin will forgive him. I guess a blowjob in the bathroom doesn’t count as cheating."

Emmett rolled his eyes. "For Brian’s best friend, you are grossly misinformed."

"How long do you think it’ll last this time?" he asked, ignoring Emmett. He hated thinking Emmett knew something he didn’t. But that was because Brian didn’t talk about his relationship with Justin, but the twink couldn’t wait to spill the beans about everything. Just proved he was right. They’d be having another fight within the week when Brian found out Justin had been blabbing again.

"Nah," Ted replied. "Not touching that bet. I thought hell wouldn’t freeze over until the next millennium, but Brian has been monogamous since they got back together."

Michael snorted. "Exactly. Which is why he was fucking around the other night. I knew it wouldn’t last. And you better not let him hear you talking about him. You know how Brian is about his personal business."

Emmett laughed. "Honey, that dick has been a landmark in Pittsburgh for so long it’s become public domain. Even Brian can’t dispute there’s no rights reserved on information dissemination."

Ted shook his head at yet another of Emmett’s colorful descriptions for gossip.

Deciding the dance floor was too crowded, Justin bounced back to his friends and took a drink of Emmett’s cocktail. "What’d you reserve?" he asked, having missed the previous comment.

"Not me, princess, you. We were just talking about your permanent reservation for Mr. Kinney’s cock."

Justin giggled as Brian slid up behind him. "Ass for one, no waiting."

"Talking about my cock again?" Brian smirked.

Emmett gave Michael an exaggerated ‘I told you so’ look, and the other man scowled.

 

***
 

6 MONTHS LATER

"Michael, what are you doing here?" Brian asked as Cynthia ushered his friend into his office.

"I had to pick up Vic’s meds so I wanted to see if you’re free for lunch."

Just then, the men heard water running in Brian’s private bathroom. Although Michael looked at the door questioningly, Brian ignored it. "Sorry, Mikey, I have a lunch meeting." He escorted his friend back to the reception area.

"Excuse me, Brian, have you seen the Xerox repairman?" Cynthia asked. "I thought Lucille sent him up, but--"

"Yeah, he came," Brian replied casually, but Michael recognized the smirk and suddenly realized who was in Brian’s bathroom.

"I thought that was the plumber," he quipped as he stepped onto the elevator and waved to his friend as the doors closed.

Michael wasn’t surprised a bit. They were talking about Brian Kinney. And there was no way he would be monogamous. Emmett still twittered on about how much Brian had changed, but Michael stopped arguing with him a long time ago because he knew better. He was his best friend, for fuck’s sake. Sure, Brian had been extra attentive to Justin when they first got back together, but eventually the make-up sex got old and Brian was back to his old tricks. He didn’t trick nearly as often, or anywhere near Justin, but Michael knew things like today were common, especially when he went on business trips. He accidentally called his friend once when Brian was being personally serviced by the hotel wait staff.

What Michael didn’t understand was why Justin put up with it again after the last time, but he’d learned his lesson. It was none of his business.

 

***
 

"I’ll be in my office but I don’t want to be disturbed until my one o’clock," Brian told his assistant.

He shut his office door and quickly crossed to the bathroom as his cell phone rang. He checked the caller ID. Justin. "Hey."

"Hey," Justin replied. "What’s up?"

Brian opened the bathroom door and was pleased to see the Xerox uniform on the floor. "My lunch just arrived," he replied as he pulled the man out of the bathroom and shoved him down on the sofa.

"Oh, then I should let you go. Wouldn’t want it to get cold," the teen teased.

The older man’s attention was on the hands undoing his pants, but he automatically replied, "Later," before tossing the phone aside.

 

***
 

"Hi, honey, I’m home," Brian called as he slid the loft door closed behind him.

Suddenly his arms were full of a bouncing blonde. "You’re late," he chastised between kisses.

"Vance, wouldn’t shut up," Brian complained.

"Have you eaten?"

Brian shrugged out of his jacket. "No."

Justin frowned and nudged him toward the bedroom. "Go change and I’ll heat up some leftovers from Deb’s. Everyone missed you tonight. Emmett brought his new boyfriend. And Gus drew a picture for you, it’s on your desk."

Brian reappeared and slipped his arms around the teen’s waist. "Smells good." He noticed the boy cringed and he let go. "What’s the matter?"

Justin snuggled back into the man’s arms, but shifted his hips so Brian wasn’t pressing on the bruised bone. "I was laying on your phone today, remember?"

Brian chuckled, the memory of Justin spread wide on his sofa hardening his cock again. "That’s a whole new kind of phone sex."

"I’ll stick with the traditional." Justin turned in his arms and kissed him long and hard, their tongues dueling hungrily.

"That’s okay too," Brian replied when they broke apart.

"Good," the teen said, peppering kisses on the man’s neck and chest to soften his next words, "because it’s going to be all you get next week. I can’t miss school when you’re in New York so you’ll have to make do without the special room service."

Brian sighed. "That’s my favorite costume."

"I know. You ripped the shirt last time and Emmett was pissed."

 

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