Justin laid the books he’d chosen on the counter next to the register and pulled out his wallet. Once his purchases were rung up and bagged, he left the bookstore and headed back downtown to the office.

The blond rushed down the hall, waved to Cynthia, Brian’s secretary he brought over from Van Guard, and slipped into the older man’s office. He wrote a note to his lover and left it with the book he bought for Brian. The exec had been a total bear to live with the last few days because of a campaign the new firm was struggling with and Justin hoped his surprise either inspired the man professionally, or at least gave him something to look forward to personally later that evening. They had so much to celebrate, he wouldn’t let a few difficult clients take that away from them.

Once his gift had been delivered, he slipped back out before Brian could catch him and headed over to the art department to finish his own project before the boss had another reason to chew his ass out later—and not in a positive life-affirming way.

***

Brian yanked his tie loose and tossed his briefcase on the desk as he stormed back into his office after the disastrous meeting. He was still cursing out the client under his breath when he saw the book. He immediately knew his lover had been perusing the bookstore on his lunch hour again. Justin liked to pick up books of erotic photography to inspire his art—and their lovemaking. Picking the new purchase up, Brian wondered if it meant Justin was feeling uninspired at work, or neglected at home.

He flipped through the pages, curious about what had caught Justin’s eye this time. It was a collection of photographs taken by Wilhem Von Gloeden, a German photographer who took ‘ethnocentric’ photographs of the local boys on Taormina before The Great War. In other words, he was an old perv who took naked pictures of hot twinks and had affairs with his models, continuing to financially support them long after they had moved on to have more proper relationships in the eyes of society.

Brian felt a twinge in his chest when he made the obvious comparison between Von Gloeden’s affair with his most popular model, ‘Il Moro’, and his own relationship with Justin. Despite having persevered through everything contemporary society had thrown at them, he was still sometimes plagued with doubts about their life together, particularly the age difference.

Then he saw Justin’s note, sticking out from under the book’s jacket.

B~ Remember the first time? You are my first everything. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Love, J.

Little twat. Brian took a deep breath to steady his pounding heart. And just like that, any doubts he had disappeared once again.

***

The phone next to his drafting board rang and Justin picked it up, cradling it against his shoulder as he continued to sketch. "Taylor."

"Mr. Taylor, I received the portfolio you left behind and I would like you to model for me this evening. Are you free?"

Well, this was a new game. Justin smiled. Obviously, Brian liked the book. "Yes, I am. When and where would you like to meet?"

"I’ll messenger instructions to your office. Would that be alright?"

"Yes, that would be fine. I’m looking forward to this evening, Mr…"

"Kinney, but you can call me Brian."

"Oh, no, I couldn’t, Mr. Kinney," Justin protested demurely. "It wouldn’t be right."

"It will be," Brian replied huskily and he heard Justin gasp slightly. THAT he knew wasn’t put on and the exec’s groin tingled in anticipation. "Later."

"Later," the younger man breathed softly, his hand shaking excitedly as he hung up.

Christ, what had he gotten himself into this time? He laughed nervously. Nothing new, really, just another night when Brian Kinney would change his life forever.

***

About twenty minutes later, Cynthia delivered the envelope with an apologetic shrug, assuming the worst for the blond after Brian’s brusque instructions to deliver the message to his lover. Her brows knit together when Justin grinned widely and told her to just leave it on the desk, obviously not concerned at all. But then again, she learned a long time ago to just mind her own business when it came to their personal lives—Justin would dish everything eventually.

Cynthia returned to her desk and Justin finished his sketch before tearing open the envelope and reading Brian’s note.

Mr. Taylor ~

Wyndham Hotel, room 314, 5:30.

Go directly, I have made all the necessary arrangements.

Later, B.K

Justin stared at the sheet quizzically. Why were they going to a hotel? And why all the way across town to the airport? But then he remembered the Wyndham was one of their accounts so he assumed Brian was using his connections to get all the perks for their ‘first time’.

Fuck, he loved that man. Brian Kinney never did anything half way.

***

Brian arrived at the hotel just after five and quickly unpacked the overnight bag he picked up from the loft for Justin. He then stowed his own luggage out of sight in the closet. The exec had contemplated just calling their meeting off when he realized he had to take an unscheduled trip to Atlanta to save another account. He knew Justin would understand, but his young lover had been looking forward to this for so long, he didn’t want to disappoint him. Besides, this little change in plans could be used to Brian’s advantage. Justin thought he was so clever sometimes, but the little shit was about to learn once and for all not to fuck with the master.

***

When Justin knocked on the door 10 minutes later, Brian answered it, idly fiddling with a camera. He’d discarded his tie, jacket, shoes, and socks. He stood in front of the door with his shirt untucked and opened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The exec had removed his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. The way they were riding low on his hips, Justin knew he didn’t have any underwear on.

The blond took a deep breath, silently cursing his devious lover. "Mr. Kinney?"

"Justin, come in." Brian stood aside and let the young man pass. As Justin brushed by him, Brian hooked a finger under the shoulder strap of the artist’s backpack and lifted it off. "May I call you Justin?" he asked politely as he set down the bag and placed his hand on the small of the blond’s back.

The touched burned into him and Justin shifted unconsciously as his cock swelled. "Uh, yes, sir."

"Good, then let’s get started, shall we?" Brian was leaning close to the blond now, his breath brushing over the younger man’s ear. He grinned when he saw Justin shiver from the sensation. The older man pulled back slightly, not wanting to over stimulate his new model just yet. "The other boys who have posed for me told you what I require, correct?"

Having regained some control, Justin looked up at the older man, steadily holding his gaze. "Yes, sir. I understand that I must remove my clothes."

"Good, then the bathroom is through there. There’s a robe behind the door for you."

Justin did as he was told and Brian waited patiently. While the artist was in the bathroom, room service brought the tray Brian ordered.

When Justin rejoined him a few minutes later, Brian waved him over to the table and chair. "Are you hungry, little boy?" he smirked knowingly. The day Justin wasn’t hungry—for food or sex—would be the day Brian started shopping at the Big Q.

Justin’s eyes narrowed, but any witty reply on the tip of his tongue was lost when he eyed the selection of finger foods before him. As he chose a ripe strawberry and popped it into his mouth, he heard the camera click beside him. They continued on that way for a few moments, Justin sampling the various delicacies, licking his fingers and lips in obvious enjoyment, as Brian snapped shot after shot of the younger man’s delighted and sensual face in the waning evening light. It was only when Brian stopped to reload the film that Justin pushed the tray away and boldly asked, "Is this all you require of me, sir?"

Brian saw the blond’s eyes sparkle mischievously and forced himself to look away. Despite the urge to move things along as Justin wished, Brian intended to stick to his plan. The whole scene depended on it. Schooling his features into a blank mask again, he turned back to the younger man.

"No, I want you to lie on the chaise now."

Brian took Justin’s hand and led him across the room to the lounge chair in front of the large glass doors to the balcony. He had arranged it so it was framed by the rich burgundy drapes and the fiery orange sky glowing behind them. The older man set the blond down and laid him out the way he wanted.

To begin, Justin was discreetly covered, which obviously frustrated the younger man, but, as Brian took more pictures, the exec would slowly rearrange the robe, uncovering a milk-white shoulder…a well-muscled calf…then thigh… There was a brief glimpse of the dark nest of curls between his legs, then a rosy nipple that suddenly hardened to a firm nub when exposed to the cool air, and, of course, the round firm buttocks that peeked out beneath the ever-rising hem of soft terrycloth.

By the end of the second roll of film, Justin was a quivering puddle. Every time Brian’s hand brushed over him, but didn’t really touch—knead, pinch, squeeze—him the way he ached to be touched, the blond came undone a little more. What made it worse was Brian’s cool detachment. Justin knew Brian was turned on, but the man could compartmentalize his feelings like no one else the blond had ever known. If Brian wasn’t ready to give in just yet, he wouldn’t. The older man simply focused as if he really was a photographer and this was just another job.

"I think that’s enough for today," Brian said suddenly as he set the exposed film aside. "I know how tedious it can be to sit still for such long periods of time," he added, tongue in cheek. But the joke was missed as Justin stared at him blankly, still lost in a lust-filled haze. Brian chuckled and pulled the younger man up off the chair. "Would you like to model for me some more another time? I’d like to use you again if you’re available," Brian suggested as he steered the blond toward the bathroom to redress.

Justin’s eyes widened then. What?! Brian hadn’t made a move on him! He hadn’t even taken off his robe! The younger man thought he was the one who was supposed to be playing hard to get, but, apparently, that was now Brian’s role and he hadn’t been given the script change.

Brian bit his lip to keep from smiling at Justin’s surprised face. Well, the blond didn’t think he was some dirty old perv preying on innocent boys, did he? His young model would have to make the first move.

"Uh…" Justin cleared his throat. "Yeah, that would be fine." He looked around the room, searching for something… some reason to stay without giving up the game. Then it came to him—so obvious, really!

"Would you show me how to use a camera like yours next time?" the blond asked. "I’ve taken pictures before, but not with anything as nice as that."

Brian shrugged with an air of indifference. "We can do it now, if you like," he offered.

Justin nodded and Brian reloaded the camera. When he was ready he took the other man’s hand and led him back to the balcony. They stepped out and looked down at the pool—plenty of subjects to focus on there.

Brian handed Justin the camera and stood behind him, pressing up against the younger man as he quickly went through the motions of how to point, focus, and shoot. However, as he suspected, his tutorial just went in one ear and out the other because Justin’s attention was focused on Brian’s dick rubbing against his ass. Finally, Brian finished pretending to know what he was talking about and he let go of the blond’s hands, although he didn’t step back, and he told Justin to take a couple of shots on his own.

Justin leaned over the railing, camera panning along the concrete below as he tracked an unknowing subject. As he deliberately thrust his ass back into the other man’s groin to keep them connected, Brian’s hands predictably came up to his hips, holding him there.

"Careful," the exec warned, "wouldn’t want you to fall." He wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist, his hand slipping inside the robe as he held the blond tight against his body. "Did you see something you like?" he teased as Justin settled against him. He spotted the lifeguard climbing into his chair above the water and pointed to the man. "Is that him? Was that who you were watching?"

"No," Justin lied.

"No? But it was a man, wasn’t it, Justin?"

"No," the blond protested, but he couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped when Brian’s hand slid up under his robe and rubbed over his pierced nipple.

"I think it was," Brian insisted. "I think you watch men, dream about them, instead of the girls in school like other boys your age."

Brian’s other hand tugged on the robe’s belt and the two sides fell open.

"You were watching him, taking his picture so you can look at it while you jerk off—wishing you could touch him…the way I’m touching you now."

Brian’s fingers slid over the blond’s hips, lightly stroking the soft flesh of his inner thighs. He could feel the taut muscles trembling.

Justin’s hands flew up and gripped Brian’s arms. The older man knew it was to hold himself upright if his legs gave out, but the blond was also eagerly immersed in his role and pretended to protest Brian’s touch.

"Mr. Kinney, I don’t know why you think—please stop…"

"You don’t want me to stop," Brian chided softly. "Say it, say ‘Brian, don’t stop’."

"Mr.--"

"Brian. Say my name, Justin."

Justin squirmed in his arms, but not to get away. He never really tried to get away. Brian stifled a groan as the memories of his first night with Justin washed over him. The teen’s fear had been palpable, but his raw need was even more compelling so he latched on and held Brian closer rather than pushing him away like he should have.

"Brian…" the blond panted, finally giving in.

The older man smiled and dipped his head, his lips pressed to the side of Justin’s neck. Feeling the artist’s rapid pulse fluttering beneath the warm skin, Brian purred, "That’s my boy. I’m going to make you feel so good."

Justin keened as Brian’s hand moved inward, finally cupping his balls. The persistent digits lifted and rolled the heavy sac, weighing its fullness. Then his thumb slid alongside the firm staff, eliciting another moan as the older man tested its rigidity.

"So ripe for the picking," was Brian’s determination.

"I-I don’t understand," Justin stammered although his glazed eyes said differently.

Brian’s lips turned up in a feral grin as he spun the blond around and hoisted him up. Justin clung to him in surprise, arms and legs wrapping around the older man as Brian’s hands pushed the robe out of the way and clutched his bare ass to hold him. Suddenly they were moving toward the bed, and Brian’s finger was boldly grazing Justin’s tight hole.

"I meant, why hasn’t anyone popped that cherry yet?" Brian growled.

"Oh, god," Justin wailed, burying his face in Brian’s neck. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this game up.

"That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?" the older man pressed. "Had enough circle jerks on the playground with the other little boys? You think you’re ready for the main event?"

Brian laid the blond on the bed and tried to pull away, but Justin still clutched at him desperately. He was tired of fucking around and just wanted to fuck. Looking directly into his eyes so Brian would know he wasn’t just playing, he really was sure, he whispered fiercely, "Yes. I’m ready."

His lover nodded. "Good." Brian kissed the younger man, just tasting a bit, then disentangled himself. Despite Justin’s obvious displeasure, he reached for the camera he’d brought back in with them. "I want you to have a souvenir," he smirked as he handed it to Justin, "so you’ll always remember this."

Justin still looked a little perturbed at the distraction, but when Brian stood and slowly removed his shirt and pants, the artist was reminded of the first time and suddenly he was grateful for the opportunity to immortalize the moment this time around. He managed to snap several shots before Brian opened his arms in invitation.

"Come here."

Justin practically bounced off the bed and sprang into his arms. But the older man stopped his frenzied groping and kissing, firmly pushing the blond to his knees in front of his erect cock. "Suck it. Show me what you’ve learned from your little friends."

Brian watched Justin’s eyes darken hungrily as the younger man licked his lips and wrapped them around the engorged head of his cock. He felt the wet tongue swipe over the ridge of the flared cap and he buried his hands in the blond hair as a means to ground himself. "That’s good, baby," he praised and Justin happily suckled harder.

The blond slowly drew more of his cock into his throat, then released it again, lightly grazing the tip with his teeth before sliding back down again. His tongue caressed the throbbing vein along the underside of the shaft and he was rewarded with a gush of precum on his next pass. He probed the leaking slit for more and Brian groaned, pushing himself deeper again. Justin opened his throat and took in the entire shaft. He tapped Brian’s hip and met his gaze for a moment signaling he was ready.

Brian fought the urge to ram himself deeper still and withdrew a little instead before starting a steady rhythm, thrusting as hard as he dared into Justin’s hot mouth. The blond willingly let him fuck his face, his own pleasure evident in his flushed cheeks and tight lips.

Justin knew Brian was close when his tempo started to falter and his eyes rolled back. He pulled the older man as deep as he could then and swallowed around the sensitive head lodged in the back of his throat. The additional stimulation jolted the exec like an electrical current and Brian roared as his orgasm suddenly ripped through him. Justin eagerly milked the spurting tip until Brian pried him off and collapsed to his knees as well.

The older man only took a moment to catch his breath before nudging Justin back towards the bed. "Up," he urged. Not needing to be told twice, Justin scrambled onto the mattress, but before he could move further, Brian grabbed his hips and held him there at the edge of the bed while he remained kneeling on the carpet. "Perfect," the older man murmured seductively as he ran his hands over the creamy globes before him.

Justin’s head dipped to his forearms and he keened excitedly as felt Brian part his cheeks and probe his tongue into the crack. The blond held his breath, expecting to be teased a little, but to his surprise, Brian drove the speared appendage right into the puckered opening. Obviously, he wasn’t interested in fooling around anymore either.

"Oh, fuck," the blond yelped and Brian withdrew, lapping at the wrinkled folds as the hole spasmed for a moment. Then, he pushed in again, wiggling his tongue deeper as Justin cursed more loudly and rocked back to impale himself further.

The younger man felt Brian’s hand slide beneath him and tug on his balls before wrapping a fist around his shaft. Suddenly fearing he was too close to hold back, Justin batted at his hand. "Don’t," he panted. "Fuck me."

Brian pulled away a little, surveying the winking hole, its pink edges glistening from his wet minstrations. He rubbed his index finger around the opening and Justin whimpered.

"Okay, baby, just relax," Brian soothed as he got onto the bed and pulled the younger man into his arms. Justin impatiently wrapped around him, his hard cock rubbing against Brian’s thigh. The older man turned the blond’s chin up and pressed their lips together, finally initiating the first deep, open-mouthed, tongue twirling kiss of the evening. Justin was already craving the taste and feel of the older man’s mouth on his, but the additional taste and smell of himself and Brian already on their lips made his head swim even more.

"Two great tastes that taste great together," Brian quipped when he pulled them apart a few moments later.

"Jesus, Brian." The younger man mauled him again, anxious for the real thing. Lips smacking for more, he grunted, "Do it, fuck me."

"Patience, little boy," the other man replied as he rolled Justin onto his back and pinned him to the bed.

"Brian!" Justin pleaded, trying to twist free, but the older man held him tight.

Brian settled between the younger man’s legs, Justin’s cock a hot poker against his stomach. Then he held both of the blond’s wrists in one hand while the other probed the slippery crack between his cheeks again.

"Yes," Justin mewled anxiously as he lifted his leg and wrapped it around Brian’s hip to give him easier access.

Brian rewarded him by rubbing the twitching hole again. Justin keened and panted hotly against his neck as he worked the digit around the opening, wetting it a little with the remaining saliva before pushing inside.

Justin tensed from the friction as he was penetrated. Brian hadn’t slicked him with lube like he normally would so he felt every nuance of their skin sliding together.

"You’re so tight," Brian whispered huskily, like the first time, as he twisted his finger deeper. "Open up for me, baby, let me show you how good it feels."

"Ungghhh...yesss…" Justin cried as Brian hit his prostate and he was lost in the blended sensation of memory and reality. He dug his nails into Brian’s back as he barely hung on to the last of his control. His cock was trapped between them, sliding against hard abs as he bucked wildly against the hand plying his ass. Brian prodded the sensitive gland again and again, relentlessly driving the blond mad until Justin finally thrashed one last time and erupted with a long scream.

Brian held the younger man until the tremors passed, then went to the bathroom to get a cloth and clean him up. He settled down again and pulled the limp form back into his arms.

"That was amazing," the blond mumbled softly, still dazed.

"Uh-hmm," Brian agreed, rubbing soothing circles over the warm skin.

Justin burrowed closer. "Want you…inside me…"

"There’s plenty of time," the older man assured him and Justin sighed contently as he drifted off.

***

Justin didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, but the room was dark and he was alone in the bed when he woke.

"Brian?" he called out instinctively as he tried to orient himself.

He reached over and turned on the lamp, suddenly reminded he was in the hotel. He blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the light and he tried to locate his boyfriend.

"Brian!" He got up and went to check the bathroom. As he rounded the bed he glanced at the clock on the other nightstand and that’s when he saw the note.

Justin~

I enjoyed our time together and look forward to our next session. I will call you when I am able to set up another appointment.

Later, Brian

"What the fuck?!" Justin shouted at the empty room. "You asshole!" The irate blond paced angrily, the note wadded in his fist.

He couldn’t believe Brian just left him there! What the fuck was he supposed to do now? And where was Brian now? Probably at Woody’s laughing it up with the boys.

The blond swore his lover was going to pay as he dug around in his backpack for his cell phone. He flipped it open and was surprised to see a message from Brian waiting for him.

"Listen up, twat, don’t queen out on me because I left you there. I have to go to Atlanta for a few days, but we’ll pick up where we left off when I get back. Now, be a good boy and do you’re homework, then enjoy yourself. That’s why you’re there. I want you to have a night without your mom calling ten times or Michael showing up with new storyboards for the comic. You need to take a fucking break. I’ll call you tomorrow. Later."

Justin stared at the phone. Oh, no, Brian wasn’t getting off the hook that easily. The blond quickly called the exec back, hoping to catch him before he boarded his plane. "You asshole," he hissed when the other man answered.

"Miss me already?" Brian coolly drawled.

"Fuck you," Justin snapped. "What the fuck is going on in Atlanta? Why did you sneak out of here instead of telling me? We’re partners, you prick!"

Brian rolled his eyes. He should’ve known better than to try to do anything for the ungrateful shit. "Reeves is shopping around for another agency."

"Shit!"

"Exactly. I’m not coming back till I have that asshole’s contract renewed."

Justin stifled a groan and said evenly, "I understand."

That was why they were partners. "I know you do," Brian replied, his irritation ebbing away.

"But why didn’t you tell me before?" Justin definitely wasn’t letting THAT slide.

"I didn’t want to ruin our plans."

"This wasn’t the plan," Justin grumbled.

"Maybe not yours," Brian smirked.

"Fine, I’ll stay here, but I’m gonna order room service. And porn."

Like that was a surprise? "You do that, but don’t stay up too late, little boy. You need your rest."

"What about you?" the artist shot back. He knew Brian would be up all night putting together a brilliant presentation for his meeting.

"I’m fine. Haven’t you heard, I just got a new hobby."

"Huh?"

"Photography. It’s very…stimulating." The older man heard Justin groan and chuckled. "What’s the matter, Sunshine? You bought the book. It was your idea," Brian reminded him. "And I’m just getting started." Then he added, a little lower, "You were so fucking hot."

"But I---It’s not--" Justin sputtered, once again confused by the enigma that was Brian Kinney. What the fuck was his lover up to now?

"I’m not going to rush your first time, Justin. I want you to be ready for me."

Uh… oh!! The ‘photographer’ was seducing him again.

"Oh, Brian…" Justin mewled softly. He couldn’t stop the heat that spread through him at that thought. They’d never had a scene last more than a few hours, let alone be carried on outside the bedroom.

The older man heard his lover’s breath hitch and he smiled to himself. "Do you remember how good it felt when I was eating your sweet little ass?"

Justin’s response was cut off by an announcement from the flight attendant. Suddenly, reality coldly doused his lust. Brian was already on the plane, probably sitting next to some little old grandma! "Stop it, someone might hear you," he demanded, irritated they were interrupted again. And it was still Brian’s fault!

"I’m in the bathroom trying to get rid of my hard-on, work with me here," the older man growled, out of character for the moment.

Justin heard him take a deep breath and moan softly. The blond assumed he was stroking himself. Fuck, that image was hot. He could see Brian leaning against the door of the cramped closet, looking impeccable in his Armani suit, of course, and holding his dick in one hand and the phone in the other. And the look on his face when he closed his eyes and waited for Justin to tell him all the dirty things he loved to hear…

Think again, shithead. If that dick ain’t in my ass, I’m not helping you!

"I know you liked it," Brian prodded impatiently. "Feeling my tongue…my finger sliding inside. You’re ass is so tight. It’s gonna feel so good on my dick."

"I don’t think I can do it," Justin interjected. He heard what sounded like Brian choking on the other end of the line and had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud.

"What?" Brian gasped.

"It’s too big," the blond protested, trying to sound like the frightened teen he’d been four years ago, instead of the horny bottom he was now.

"You lo--" Brian started, but caught himself. Yes, Justin loved it, but his ‘model’ had yet to experience the joys of a hot hard cock massaging his prostate. Fuck, speaking of hard, his cock was like steel just thinking about Justin’s first time—again. His hand sped up on the aching shaft and he moaned louder. "You’re hot little hole will open for me," he promised huskily. "By the time I’m through, you’re gonna be begging me to give it to you."

The blond had to bite his tongue again to keep from begging now. Ignoring his own cock twitching in response, Justin forced himself to focus on Brian’s increasingly labored breathing. He could tell the older man was getting close, but with any luck…

"Fuck!" Brian shouted when the flight attendant announced they were ready to take-off. Then someone knocked on the bathroom door. "I’m coming," he barked. "Fuck!"

Justin’s arms shot up in a silent cry of triumph. No, Brian wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.

"Bri, are you okay?" he asked sweetly.

"No," the older man groused. "What the fuck am I gonna do--"

"Think of Debbie and Horvath," the blond offered helpfully.

"Christ, Justin, thanks a lot!"

Justin heard him shudder over the phone and grinned from ear to ear. "Anything for you."

"Shut up, fucker."

"You better get in your seat, Bri." Justin heard the water running and imagined Brian’s extremely pissed off face as he splashed some cold water on it to cool down. "Brian?"

"What?" the other man snapped.

"I love you."

"Don’t be a twat," Brian grumbled just as affectionately. "I’ll call you tomorrow."

"’K," Justin replied. "Good luck with Reeves, even though you don’t need it."

"Damn straight. Later."

Justin giggled at the double entendre. "Later," he quickly added before the line went dead.

The blond dropped the phone on the nightstand and stretched out on the bed. He thought about Brian taxing down the runway, his long legs stretched in the aisle to avoid getting a cramp—frustrated and ornery, while he tortured the flight attendants for more booze. "Payback’s a bitch," the artist told his lover mentally as he took his own cock in hand and imagined the two of them trapped together in that little airplane closet.

Ooh, that felt good…

***

"Oh, god…" Justin groaned as his dick exploded over his chest and belly. He writhed on the bed as his orgasm washed over him, currents of pleasure wracking his body. "Fuck," he sighed when the last tremor faded away. He grabbed the towel beside him and cleaned himself up before wrapping the dildo in it and dropping the mess over the side to be dealt with later. Rolling over, he snuggled with Brian’s pillow, the phone still pressed to his ear. "I’m glad you’re coming home tomorrow."

"Me too," the older man responded. The phone sex was great, but after three days, it wasn’t nearly enough.

Justin could tell Brian was still out of breath and it made him smile. "’Night. I love you."

"Sleep tight, baby."

***

Brian disconnected the call and cleaned himself up with a handful of napkins before readjusting his pants. He lit a cigarette and looked up at the loft window. He waited for the dim reflection of the blue lights over the bed to flicker out and knew Justin would be asleep in a few minutes. In twenty minutes, the blond would be dead to the world. The exec fiddled with the car radio to kill time.

***

Brian shut the loft door as quietly as possible and waited to see if Justin woke up. When the artist didn’t stir, the older man set his bags on the kitchen counter and dug out his camera.

***

Justin was hard. Who wouldn’t be with soft warm hands kneading their skin? He wiggled a little, trying to release his trapped cock, but that only made it worse. So, he did it again, the sensation of his cock rubbing against the sheets making him shudder.

***

Brian watched Justin writhe on the bed, his smooth pale cheeks beckoning him. He took a few more pictures and set the camera aside again. Once more, he let his fingers trail over the milky skin, gently massaging the firm thighs this time. He nudged them open a little and the sleeping man was easily coaxed to spread his legs.

***

Justin felt Brian’s breath—of course, it was Brian, he never dreamt of anyone else—on his hole, just a soft puff of air that made his cock jump, and then it was gone.

Noooo…  

                          ***

Brian reluctantly tore himself away from the twitching pucker and snapped a few more shots. He knew from Justin’s frustrated groan the blond was close to—

"Brian?"

Too late.

***

Justin heard the soft click of the camera and looked around for his boyfriend.

Brian was at the lower right corner of the bed. "Hey."

"What—you’re home!" The blond leaped at him.

Brian sighed, looking exasperated as he lowered the camera. "You’re a terrible model. You fidget too much."

"Brian!" Justin suddenly looked around confused. The blue lights were back on and it was still dark outside. "What time is it?"

"12:30."

The artist scowled at him, slapping his arm. "You shit, you said you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow."

"It is ‘tomorrow’," Brian smirked.

"Whatever."

"I thought you’d be happy to see me," the older man purred as he reached out and stroked Justin’s hard-on. "Or would you rather just take care of that yourself?"

"You did this to me," Justin huffed, realizing why he had suddenly been dreaming, "so you take care of it!"

"I will," Brian promised, "just lay back down."

The blond eagerly did as he was told, but refused to let go of the older man. He was afraid he’d really wake up this time and find out it was ALL a dream.

"Easy little boy, let me--" the exec protested as he struggled to keep his balance and a hold onto the camera.

"No, Brian, please. I’m sorry I ever bought that damn book! No more games okay? Not tonight."

"This isn’t a game," Brian assured him.

Justin’s brows furrowed. "Brian, where were you when we were on the phone?"

"Downstairs."

"What?"

"I was waiting for you to go to sleep."

"Why?"

Brian held up the camera. "If you can sketch me in my sleep, why can’t I take pictures of you?" He took another picture of the shocked blond. "Every night after we hung up, I would think about you here in our bed, under these lights, and I wanted to really have you with me next time. If you can’t really be with me next time."

Justin was speechless. Brian rarely said anything so sweet to him. He didn’t doubt how the man felt, but Brian still didn’t share easily. And he didn’t handle the aftermath of such outbursts well either. Justin watched as Brian took the camera back to the kitchen and packed it away, briefly worried the man was going to go into ‘asshole’ mode to cover his vulnerability. But then Brian turned back to the bedroom, slowly stalking across the hardwood floor, eyes locked with his young lover, and Justin knew Brian was okay. More than okay.

Brian tugged off his shirt and let it drop in his wake. A button on his jeans popped open with each step as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He stopped in front of the bed and pushed his pants down and off, straightening to reveal his straining erection. Watching Justin’s eyes darken hungrily, the older man stroked his shaft. "Is this what you want?"

Justin smiled widely.

Brian wasn’t surprised when the blond slid to the end of the bed and licked his lips invitingly. The older man flashed a feral grin and pushed his cock towards the other man’s mouth. But he was surprised when Justin took his wrist instead, guiding Brian’s hand up and down, and up and over the sensitive head so his fingers were rubbing the leaking slit. The younger man brought the digits to his extended tongue and lapped at the precum.

A growl erupted from Brian’s chest and he grabbed a fistful of blond hair. "Suck me."

"Fuck me," Justin replied defiantly.

Brian had to agree that was a better idea and pushed the artist back on the mattress. He reached for the lube, but Justin stopped him. "I’m ready, I just need you."

The older man raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you."

The blond’s eyes twinkled. "It always hurts a little. That’s part of it."

Brian huffed a little laugh, tracing his thumb over the artist’s bottom lip. He knew Justin liked it a little rough and was already lubed from the dildo so he wasn’t really worried, but this was an obvious opportunity to get his dick in that mouth. Then his ass—win win. Brian’s hand slid around to the back of Justin’s neck and pulled him closer. "Make it wet anyway."

Justin grinned and leaned forward, swiping his tongue under the ridged cap. He watched Brian’s eyelids droop as the exec stared through smoldering slits. He sucked the head between his lips and bathed it with his swirling tongue before taking the whole shaft in his mouth and coating it with saliva. Then, just as Brian tried to thrust deeper, he let it go and rolled onto his knees, seductively crawling to the center of the bed.

The blond looked back over his shoulder and gave his ass a little shake before lying down on his back and holding out his arms. "Come here."

Brian smiled warmly. He kneeled between Justin’s feet and kissed each ankle. As he moved up between Justin’s legs, he trailed feather light kisses over his calves until he reached his knees. Hooking them over his shoulders, he continued kissing the blond’s thighs and hips, avoiding his cock, and up his torso until they were finally face-to face. He sprawled over the younger man, enveloping him, and let his cock slip into the crevice of Justin’s ass.

Justin reached up and held Brian’s face in his hands. "It’s about fucking time."

Brian knew he wasn’t just talking about the trip to Atlanta, but the younger man also knew better than to say anything else. He pushed the stray hair away from the shining blue eyes and held Justin’s gaze. "There’s no turning back, baby."

The artist nodded. "I know." Then he bucked his hips a little, rubbing Brian’s dick against his hole, moaning softly when he felt the blunt tip push in a little. "Do it."

Not needing anymore encouragement, Brian pushed harder and felt the head of his bare cock breach the tight ring of muscle.

Justin’s eyes widened excitedly. "Oh god, Brian," he gasped.

The older man could only grunt incoherently as the constricting hole squeezed him. Finally Justin relaxed enough and he slid into the velvet heat all the way to the hilt, burying his face in the blond’s neck as they groaned in unison. Brian felt Justin tugging at his hair, pressing hot kisses to his face wherever he could reach.

"Brian…Brian…" The artist spread his hands over Brian’s back, sliding across warm skin until he reached his hips, digging his fingers into taut muscle and urging his lover deeper.

The older man pulled back, feeling Justin pinch his skin as he tried to hang on, then slammed inside again.

"Yesss," Justin hissed, holding tighter to spur him on as Brian immediately set a hard fast rhythm.

The delicious pain of Justin bruising his skin, marking him, drove him mad. Unable to prolong it much longer, Brian twisted his hips and jabbed Justin’s prostate, making the blond just as crazy.

Justin’s head tossed from side to side as he wailed appreciatively. Brian pounded the swollen gland again and again and the blond was hurtling closer to the edge.

Brian could feel Justin tightening around him, smooth heat engulfing him until he couldn’t breath. He reached between them and fisted Justin’s cock wanting the younger man to come first. "Come for me," he breathed huskily. "Let me…feel you…"

Justin keened as his lover’s plea went straight to his balls. And the thought of feeling Brian, knowing there would be no barriers between them when the other man came inside him, made him fly apart screaming Brian’s name.

Brian watched the pleasure wash over Justin’s face as the blond rode out his orgasm. He fought off his own as long as he was able to so he could savor the moment. Then finally, Justin’s dark blue eyes slowly fluttered open and Brian saw his future lying before him. Rushing to meet it, he couldn’t stop the guttural moan that was torn from his lungs as he exploded.

***

The next morning Brian woke with Justin licking his way down his spine.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the older man rasped dryly, spreading his legs.

Justin grinned, feeling Brian shiver as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against the man’s inner thigh. "For once, I get to be your first."

Brian grabbed the lube from the nightstand, pausing to meet the blond’s gaze as he handed it to him. "And only," he said softly. "You are my only everything."

Justin blinked at him, then playfully swatted his ass. "Everything it is then," he purred as he reached into the toy chest.