Not Justin My House

Brian was wondering why the security alarm hadn’t gone off as he quickly slipped on a pair of sweats. Ted and Danny had keys to his house, but they wouldn’t just show up at this hour… unless it was an emergency…

The hardwood of the second floor landing creaked under someone’s weight and the older man knew the intruder could be in the room within seconds.

…or someone had gotten around the alarm…

"Brian?" Justin whispered nervously.

"Get in the bathroom," he ordered softly, grabbing his gun from the nightstand and crossing to the bedroom door. He saw Justin disappear into the adjoining room just as a figure stepped into the bedroom.

The soft click of the bathroom door closing drew the prowler’s attention to the other side of the room and gave Brian his chance. The detective quickly struck from the shadows, surprising the trespasser and easily overpowering him. Brian grabbed the intruder’s arm and twisted it around behind his back, effectively immobilizing him as he was pinned against the wall.

"Brian!" the prowler squealed in pain.

Rage overrode his relief as the detective realized who his captive was. He flipped on the light and spun the man around, though still keeping him pressed to the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Michael groaned as his head hit the wall and he glared at his friend, shoving the other man away. Only when Brian stumbled back did Michael see the gun in his other hand. "Jesus, Brian, you could’ve shot me!"

"I still might," the detective growled, a heady mix of adrenaline and anger still coursing through him. "You have three seconds to tell me why you broke into my house."

"I didn’t," Michael protested. "I have Ted’s key. I--"

Just then they heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Michael glowered at his friend, realizing someone else was there. Brian put up his hand to keep the other man from saying anything else. "Go downstairs."

"What? B--"

"Michael, I swear…" Brian took a deep breath to calm his temper. "Just go. I’ll be down in a couple minutes."

Michael glanced at he bathroom door again and looked as if he was about to protest once more when Brian finally just shoved him out of the room and slammed the bedroom door in his face.


Justin sat in the dark, straining to hear what was going on in the other room. He heard a scuffle and shouting, but he couldn’t make out anything else over the pounding of his heart.

Contemplating cracking the door open, his hip rubbed against the cold doorknob and he jumped back with a startled yelp. Realizing he was still naked, the blonde slipped on the robe that was hanging on the back of the door.

The young man jumped again when someone tried the doorknob. Cold fear squeezed his chest until he heard Brian call to him.

Relieved, he unlocked the door and stepped out. He looked around and saw they were alone. "What’s going on?"

"Michael’s here."


Brian barely nodded, his mind suddenly stuck on the sight of Justin wearing his robe. It was way too large for him and sexy as hell. Except for the trembling. He pulled the blonde to him, hugging him tight. The smaller frame melted against him and stilled. "You okay?" Brian asked, despite knowing it was a stupid question.

The artist nodded. "Yeah, I just freaked a little, but I’m glad it’s just him." He saw Brian frown and forced a smile, hoping the man didn’t think he overreacted. At least this time it was one Brian’s ‘demons’ instead of his.

The older man saw the smile and couldn’t help returning it. The kid was a constant surprise. Despite all the odd shit that had been swirling around them since they met, the artist seemed undeterred, and he intended to keep it that way. "I have to go downstairs and talk to him."

Justin tried to hide his disappointment. Of course, Brian had to see to his guest. Michael did come from New York to visit, although he wished it wasn’t for a weekend when they’d made plans. "I’ll get out of the way then. You guys have a good weekend and I’ll talk to you next week. Maybe we could go to the B&B another time?" he asked hesitantly. He didn’t want Brian to think he was pushing.

The older man shook his head with a flat, "No."

Justin blinked at him. "Oh."

"We’re still going this weekend."

"Oh!" The blonde tried to contain his excitement and studied the other man closely. "Are you sure? I understand if you need to spend some time with Michael." Although I sure as hell don’t like it, he added to himself. He suspected Michael’s sudden arrival was another attempt to get closer to his friend.

"I don’t want Michael," Brian replied as if reading his mind, his intense gaze burning into the younger man.

"Oh," Justin breathed as he flushed from the heat spreading through him.

"Oh," Brian mocked rakishly, leaning down for a kiss, but veering away from the blonde’s lips at the last second and brushing instead over the pulsing vein just below his jaw. Justin moaned as he sucked on it, feeling the blonde’s rapid heartbeat throbbing against his lips.

"Brian…" Justin’s head rolled back and he arched against the other man. He felt Brian’s hands sliding over the silk of the robe, the delicious friction making his skin tingle. The blonde caught his hand as it tugged on the sash tied around his waist. "Brian, you need to talk to Michael," he reminded the other man.

"Fuck," the detective groaned against his throat, reluctantly releasing him.

"We have all weekend," Justin promised. "You go talk to him and I’ll go home. You can call me in the morning and--"

Brian roughly tugged the robe open, letting it drop to the floor. "The only place you’re going is back to bed," he ordered gruffly. Now that he had the artist naked again he lifted the blankets for Justin to slide under.

"I just thought you needed--"

"What I need is your ass right there when I come back." He punctuated his statement with a firm squeeze of said ass as he leaned down for a quick kiss.

Justin moaned. "Hurry," he encouraged, pulling Brian’s hand around to his stiff cock.

Brian pretended to ignore it and raised a questioning eyebrow. "You need to be someplace else, Angel? Maybe I should handcuff you to the post here so you don’t get away."

Justin’s eyes sparkled mischievously at the thought, but he had other ideas for now. "The only place I’m going to be is inside you," he retorted playfully, thrusting his cock through Brian’s fist to emphasize his point.

The detective’s breath hitched and he suddenly swooped in for a hard hot kiss. He stretched over the blonde, grinding their groins together as well. Justin was just about to remind him that it had to wait a bit when he heard a metallic click just above his head. Just as quickly as the attack started it stopped and Brian stared down at him with an amused smirk. The cool metal around his wrist finally registered and the blonde looked up to see he was indeed handcuffed to the bedpost.

"Just to make sure you keep that promise," Brian told him before he quickly rolled off the bed and went downstairs.

Justin gaped after him wondering how the fuck he had done it.


Michael was in the kitchen when Brian finally appeared. He pulled two beers out of the fridge, but Brian took them from him and put them back. The detective’s mood was suddenly dark again. "What are you doing here, Mikey?"

"That’s a shitty thing to ask," Michael pouted. "You were just hit by a car, of course I came as soon as I heard."

"Why? I’m fine. It certainly doesn’t warrant breaking into my house in the middle of the night."

"So I see," Michael snarked, his eyes drifting back to the staircase. "No wonder you haven’t answered any of my calls." He put his hand on Brian’s shoulder. "Brian, you can’t keep going on like this, you should be in bed, resting. You need to take better care of yourself, especially now."

Brian snorted. "I got knocked down, not knocked up."

Michael ignored him. "I know your infamous pain management regimen, sucking and fucking yourself unconscious."

"You know I prefer natural endorphins to pharmaceuticals. That shit makes you impotent."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Grow up, Brian."

"I’ve grown a lot, Michael, you just haven’t been around to see it," the other man replied coolly.

Michael crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. "Uh-huh. You think bringing that twink to Vic’s was behaving like an adult? Everyone was staring at you like you were a pedophile because you’re having a mid-life crisis."

"No," Brian disagreed, "they were looking at me like they’d give a nut to be in my shoes because that handsome, intelligent, man with the hot ass was my date."

"So he’s cute. But you can’t pos…wait, is that what this is about? You just want a twinkie trophy to make you look good? Jesus, Bri--"

"He’s not a twink," Brian snapped. "And I don’t need anyone to make me look good."

Michael looked at the stairs again. "Maybe you should see what’s taking so that trick so long. He could be stealing shit. Get him outta here and we can watch a movie or something. Wanna order a pizza? We can stay up all night like we used to. It’ll be fun."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Now that’s not very grown up, Mikey. You should take better care of yourself," he parroted sarcastically. "It’s two in the fucking morning and I’m going back to bed."

"To fuck," Michael sneered.

"I’m still recovering," Brian replied slyly.

"I came all the way here to see you and you’re blowing me off?"

"I didn’t ask you to come," Brian reminded him.

"Fine. I’ll just go then," the other man huffed.

"Don’t be a twat," Brian sighed. "You can stay in the guestroom, but tomorrow I’m leaving for the weekend so you’ll have to stay with Ted if you’re gonna stick around."

"But I came to see you!"

"And you’ve seen me."

"Where are you going? I’ll go with," Michael offered.

"Three’s a crowd, Mikey." Brian almost laughed out loud at the thought. He’d never imagined himself saying that.

"What? You’re taking another trick out of town? What’s going on with you? You never--"

"I’ve never taken a trick away with me." Brian corrected.

"What about last weekend? You forget the blonde with the hot ass already?"

"What aren’t you getting?" the other man snapped. "Justin’s not a trick and you need to fucking accept it," he yelled.

"What does that mean?" Michael shrieked.

Brian took a step back. He wasn’t getting into this now. This was the fucking reason he’d been avoiding his ‘friend’ since they’d been to New York. "Just go to bed, Michael."

Michael scrambled to keep Brian from walking away. "I don’t think this is a good idea. You shouldn’t be leaving when you’re still recovering. What if something happens to you? What if you have a…a set back."

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Like what? My band-aid falls off? I think Justin can deal with it."

"You have a head injury! What if you get dizzy and fall? He can’t help you, he’s c—he can barely walk."

The detective’s eyes narrowed. "It’s barely noticeable. And trust me, he’s quite functional, in every way."

"I’m sure," Michael conceded. Brian wouldn’t have given him the time of day if he wasn’t, but how long could that last? "But I know your libido, Brian, he can’t keep up with you."

"That’s nothing you know anything about," Brian reminded him coldly, "but I’ll let you in on a little secret, just between us friends." He wrapped his arm around Michael’s shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially as he steered the man down the hall to the guestroom. "All that physical therapy for his knee has made him incredibly limber. In fact, my little contortionist has probably found a way out of those cuffs by now." He flashed Michael a predatory grin and gave him a little shove into the bedroom before turning back to the stairs. "’Night, Mikey. Sweet dreams."


When Brian returned to the bedroom he wasn’t surprised to see Justin unshackled, sitting up against the headboard as he sketched. The blonde seemed to be in his own world and Brian hesitated to interrupt. Then, without looking up, the blonde suddenly ordered him to get undressed. The older man didn’t hesitate again.

Justin heard the other man’s pants drop to the floor and set his sketchbook aside. He picked up the handcuffs he’d removed earlier and swung them from his finger. "Come here."


Justin was slowly pulled back to consciousness by the delightful sensation of Brian’s mouth on his cock. He would’ve sworn he’d only been asleep a few minutes if the sun blinding him through the window didn’t prove him wrong. "Don’t you ever get enough," he huffed raggedly as he thrust his hips up for more.

Brian lifted his head. "You should talk, my little nympho." His hand replaced his mouth and he watched Justin’s eyes roll back as his fingers slid easily over the slick shaft. "It was your dick that woke me up."


Brian and Justin were just heading for the shower when Brian’s cell phone rang. He was going to ignore it until he saw Ted’s number on the display. "Go on, I’ll be there in a minute," he told the blonde. Brian flipped the phone open and dispensed with the usual pleasantries, opting instead for a gruff, "You fucking asshole."

"Good morning to you too," Ted retorted. "And that answers my question. Obviously, Justin’s not there if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Do you know where he is? Emmett’s beside himself, some big client’s coming in today and he can’t get a hold of the kid."

"He’s here," Brian grumbled hoping this didn’t put a kink in their plans to leave town. "I’ll tell him to call Emmett when he gets out of the shower."

"Thanks. And Brian, I know you’re gonna tell me to butt out, but would you please just talk to Michael? He’s been all over my back because you won’t take his calls. I know you’re pissed about the way he treated Justin, but you know he’s just being…Michael. And he was worried about your accident. I told him you’re fine, but I think he needs to hear it from you."

Brian’s brow furrowed. "So you didn’t send him over here last night?"

"What? He’s there?"

"Yeah, he let himself in last night and said you gave him the key."

"I didn’t give him my key. I never saw him, Bri, I was at Emmett’s last night. What the hell is going on? When I talked to him yesterday he said he wanted to come see you, but I told him you were probably going to be gone for the weekend so what was he thinking still showing up?"

"Jesus Christ," Brian bellowed. "How the fuck did you know we’re going away?" If they ever got out of town they definitely weren’t coming back!

"Calm down," Ted sighed. "Mel mentioned it yesterday when I said we should all get together for dinner tomorrow."

Brian struggled to control his temper. He knew Ted had nothing to do with Michael’s schemes. "Maybe next week," he replied after a moment.

Ted knew that was the only apology he was going to get and let it go at that. He couldn’t blame the man for being pissed at Michael. The other man had meddled before. "Yeah, we’ll talk about it when you get back. Just be sure to have Justin call Emmett before you haul him off to the love shack, okay? Bri?"

Brian had already hung up.


Justin finished shaving and brushing his teeth and poked his head out of the bathroom to see what was keeping the other man. When he didn’t see Brian, he slipped on his robe and went to find him.

When he reached the landing he heard Brian’s voice carrying up from the foyer. "Don’t fucking lie to me, Michael."

"I didn’t do anything," Michael protested.

"Wrong answer," Brian spat. "I know exactly what you’ve been doing and it won’t work this time."

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