Bewitched and Bewildered

= 7 =

Brian finished writing the note in the card. He had decided he better get it ready to mail as soon as he got back from the mall. He signed with his real name instead of R.A. It was time to come clean. He hoped Justin had figured out who was sending him all the stuff. If he hadn't this card would make it clear once and for all.

He thought about his trip to the Hallmark store as he sealed the envelope and began to write Daphne's address on the outside. He shuddered as he remembered the God awful crap inside that place. At least he had found a reasonable card in the end, one that actually said what he meant. He hoped Justin would appreciate what he had done and what he was telling him. If he didn't… He didn't want to think about that.

The buzzer sounded signaling a visit from some other unwanted source. It would be somebody else telling him how he needed to run his life or what they expected him to fix. He sighed as he walked over to the intercom.

"Yeah," he said.

"Brian?"

It couldn't be but that sounded like Justin's voice. His heart leaped in his chest. "Justin?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, it's me. Can I come up?"

Brian pushed the button to release the door. He knew that Justin still had a key, but obviously he didn't want to use it. He wondered what that meant. His heart was racing. He knew he needed to get control of himself. He had to be careful what he said. He didn't want to piss Justin off again. He quickly ran through all the things that he was prepared to say and hoped that he had it right this time. He had to remember not to criticize what Justin had been doing. He wouldn't do that, he told himself.

He heard the elevator stop and he slid the door back. Justin stepped out. He looked so good despite the black rings under his eyes that Brian wanted to take him in his arms and kiss it all better.

Jesus, he was turning into a lesbian.

"Come in," he said trying to keep his voice level.

"Thanks," Justin said dropping his knapsack and taking off his jacket.

"Um … want something to drink?"

"Sure, have you got a beer?"

Brian went to the fridge. He got a couple of beers and brought them over to the sofa. He handed one to Justin who sat down. Brian decided to take the armchair feeling decidedly awkward about what might happen next. They each took a drink of beer and looked at the other. Neither of them knew what to say.

Finally Brian squirmed in his chair and said, "So what brings you here?"

Justin grabbed his knapsack and pulled out the CD. "This," he said.

"Oh," Brian replied. "You figured it out."

"With Daphne's help. I take it you are admitting that you sent this?" Brian nodded. "Why? What does it mean?"

"Didn't you get it?" Brian asked surprised. He couldn't believe Justin would have come there if he didn't understand what Brian had been trying to tell him.

"It was … ridiculously romantic," Justin said staring at Brian.

Brian smiled slightly. He liked that choice of words. Maybe Justin did get it. "It was meant to be."

"Really? It seemed out of character."

Brian frowned. "Why do you say that?"

"You're not exactly known for your romantic nature."

"I guess that's true," Brian said with a little sigh. "But a man can change."

"Is that what the CD was supposed to tell me, that you've changed?"

Brian nodded. Even now he found it difficult to admit that he was willing to change, that he might need to change.

"What kind of changes have you made?"

Brian cleared his throat. This was getting down to the bone. "I'm not so much changing as allowing a different side to show."

"How do you mean?" Justin asked needing clarification.

"Why did you say that the CD was ridiculously romantic?" Brian asked very seriously.

"When you were trying to help me remember the bashing, you danced with me to 'Save the Last Dance'. I asked you if we really danced to that corny old song and you said you preferred to think of it as ridiculously romantic."

"Yeah, I guess I did, but … that wasn't the first time I had said that to you."

"When else?"

"When we were in the parking garage after the prom, you said that it was the best night of your life. I said, 'Even if it was ridiculously romantic'."

"So maybe the CD isn't so out of character. You know I still only remember bits and pieces of that night."

"I know," Brian said softly.

"What made you send it?"

"What?"

"Don't be obtuse, Brian. The CD."

"I didn't know how else to get your attention and tell you …" Brian stopped not sure that he could continue

"Tell me what?" Justin asked holding his breath.

Brian decided that he had to take the plunge. "That I wasn't happy about what happened between us." He saw the look of disappointment on Justin's face. "That I wanted to make things right." Justin perked up a bit.

"What does that mean?"

"You're not going to cut me any slack, are you?" Brian asked. Justin shook his head. "I want you to come back," Brian finally managed to get out.

"Just like we were before?" Justin asked staring into Brian's eyes.

"Which time?"

Justin snorted. "We have had a variety of arrangements over the course of … our relationship," he added deliberately choosing to call whatever the hell it was that they had a relationship.

"So which set of rules do you want to follow?" Brian asked trying to keep his tongue out of his cheek.

"I … I don't want any rules. I seem to be the one who has trouble following them."

"Even when they are your rules," Brian said with a touch of sarcasm.

Justin screwed up his face. "You're not going to cut me any slack either, are you?"

Brian shook his head but gave Justin a little smile of encouragement. "So if we don't have rules, how are we going to do this?"

"You're really serious this time?"

"Yes, I am," Brian stated with conviction.

Justin smiled a true sunshine smile. "I like that," he said. "Maybe if I told you why I left we could figure out what to do about it." Brian nodded. "That night that I made you dinner and you came home with a trick…"

"Yes?" Brian asked indicating that Justin should continue.

"You made me feel less than scum on your shoes," Justin said honestly, staring at the floor, unable to meet Brian's gaze.

"But we had an arrangement."

"I know … but I also have feelings. I so wanted you to send him away."

"I … I should have."

"You mean that?"

"Yes, I do. I'm not as dense as you think I am. I have figured out that my tricking really bothers you."

"So, is there anything you can do about that?" Justin asked raising his eyes to Brian's.

"I've decided to cut back."

Justin snorted. "From thousands to hundreds?"

Brian glared at him. "If you come back I won't bring tricks to the loft and I'm going to try, and I stress try, to limit my tricking. In fact you might be able to fuck the need for it right out of me, if you're willing to work that hard."

"You mean that? There's a possibility that we could be more or less exclusive?"

"More or less," Brian said with a smirk.

"That's a faulty definition of exclusive, but I'll take it," Justin said with a smile.

"You will?"

"I know you'll try if you say you will."

"Then come here."

Justin was about to get up. The smile on his face was radiant. Suddenly he stopped himself. "No," he said. "I think it's up to you to make the first move."

Brian stared at him. "Okay." He stood up and pulled Justin to his feet. His arms went around Justin's back and he pulled the slender body against his. "I've missed you so much," he whispered into Justin's hair.

Justin thought he had never heard sweeter words. He leaned his head against Brian's chest and they hung on to each other neither wanting to break the contact. Justin sighed contentedly. He knew they'd have sex soon. He could feel it between his legs and against Brian's groin, but this was nice, better than nice. It was perfect.

He felt Brian push him away slightly and then his lips were captured in a smoldering kiss. He melted into Brian, into his mouth, into his arms and into his body. This was the only place he really wanted to be. The kiss deepened and he opened his mouth accepting Brian's tongue as it explored the recesses of his mouth. It seemed like they had been apart for so long. There was so much to rediscover.

Finally Brian broke the kiss leaving them both gasping for air and so hard that it was painful.

"God, I need you," Brian panted.

"Me too."

Brian pulled Justin's T-shirt over his head and so it began. Magically their clothes evaporated and naked they walked up to the bedroom. Gently Brian laid his lover down on the bed, their bed. He kissed him longingly and deeply. He licked down his throat nipping and sucking on all the good spots that he remembered.

Then it was Justin's turn. He kissed Brian's lips and sucked on the full bottom one eliciting appreciative puffs of breath. He worked his way down to Brian's nipples sucking and biting at them until they were dark and hard with desire.

Brian shoved Justin back and worked down his chest to his navel. He rimmed it and plunged his tongue inside. Justin's back arched up and he almost came. "Brian," Justin called out grabbing the man's hair to stop him. "Please, I don't want to come until you're inside me."

Brian smiled and kissed him gently, giving him time to calm down. It gave him time to calm down too. He was overwhelmed with the smell and the taste and the feel of his lover. It was never like this with anyone else.

"Do you remember when you asked me what the trick could possibly give me that would be better than what we already did?" Brian whispered between kisses.

"Yes, you said it would be new and different."

"It was. But not better. Nothing and nobody comes close to what we have together."

Justin's sunshine smile radiated across the room. "Thank you for telling me that," Justin said softly.

"I mean it."

"I know. Now fuck me please."

Brian flipped him over and began rimming him. He cried out as Brian's talented tongue probed his hole. It pushed in further and further until he didn't think he could stand it anymore. He needed Brian's cock.

"Please, please, please," he whimpered.

He heard the cap of the lube pop open and felt the cool gel on his hole. Brian's fingers worked in and out and he thought he would pass out. He had missed this man so much. He heard the condom package tear and he knew his wait was over.

"Ready?" Brian asked as he positioned his cock at Justin's pink hole.

"Oh God, yes!"

Brian chuckled and breached the first ring of muscle. Justin cried out but Brian waited until Justin had adjusted and pushed in further.

"You are always so fucking tight," Brian gasped as Justin's hole squeezed around him and tried to force him out.

"It's a talent keeping it that way," Justin gasped in response.

Brian laughed and lunged forward filling Justin completely. This is where he belonged. This was the body he craved. This was the brain that matched his own and challenged him. This was the only man that mattered.

Brian thrust firmly and slowly using all of his techniques to increase the pleasure for both of them. Justin's ass contracted around his dick and he wanted to scream out like Ray in the backroom. Instead he groaned and thrust harder. Justin bucked back against him taking everything he had and demanding more. He always wanted more. That was part of what made Justin so special. And he was special. He was one of a kind. Brian wondered how he could have forgotten that.

The thrusts became more rapid as Brian felt his orgasm building. Justin turned his head and Brian sought his lips in another mind blowing kiss.

Justin felt sweat drip onto his back as Brian pounded into him. His balls ached to explode but he fought against it, never wanting this to be over. Brian called his name a couple of times and Justin knew he was babbling Brian's in return. Their coupling had become a frenzy of need and want and desire.

With a final thrust Justin came with great intensity clamping down on Brian's cock and forcing him over the edge as well. "I love you," they each cried out as their orgasms rocked them to the very core. Brian slumped on top of Justin as they were finally spent.

They lay like that for a minute or two until their senses returned to this reality. Brian groaned and kissed Justin's shoulder. Justin lay still not wanting Brian to pull out. Brian had said he loved him just like the first night they were together. He felt Brian shift and the connection was broken. He sighed at the loss.

Justin rolled over and looked at his lover. Brian smiled at him, a true genuine smile, not the sarcastic one he so often used.

"I've missed that," Justin said with a grin.

"It's like riding a bike. You never forget."

"Not like riding a bike at all. Much better."

Brian pulled him close and they kissed slowly and softly.

"I have something for you," Brian said suddenly. "Stay here."

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," Justin grinned as Brian got up from the bed and walked naked over to his computer desk. He returned with an envelope.

"I was addressing this when you arrived," Brian said handing it to Justin.

"What is it?"

"Open it and see."

Justin tore open the envelope which was addressed to him. He pulled out the card which had a huge sun on the front and the words, "Missing you".

He glanced at Brian not sure what this was. He opened the card and his smile became blinding as he read the words. It said:

Since you're gone, loneliness abounds

Bring back the sunshine to my life.

It was signed: "I need you, Sunshine. H.R.A., Brian."

Justin felt the tear fall from his eye and splatter on the card. He wiped it carefully away. "Oh, Brian," he whispered. "Thank you for this. I'll always treasure it."

Brian's smile almost matched Justin's. His arms came around Justin and just about crushed the breath out of him. "Don't leave me again. Please stay," he begged.

"I'm not going anywhere," Justin promised as his mouth crushed Brian's and they said with their bodies what their words had already stated.

Some time later they lay cradled against one another sated and happy at least for a few minutes.

"Brian, thank you for that card," Justin said. "It means a lot."

"I'm glad you liked it. I even went to the fucking Hallmark store to get it for you."

"You did?" Justin asked his eyes as big as saucers at this revelation.

Brian grinned sticking his tongue in his cheek, pleased that Justin was impressed.

"You did that for me?"

"I'd do just about anything for you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Justin gushed overwhelmed by the romantic acts of his lover. "I love you so much."

"Me too," Brian admitted which earned him another delicious kiss. "I think we're ready for the next round," Brian said glancing down at his stiffening cock.

"Oh, I brought us something," Justin said remembering what was in his knapsack. "Come with me," he said pulling Brian's hand as he got up from the bed.

"Where the fuck are we going?"

"You'll see."

Justin led Brian down the steps to where his knapsack lay near the sofa. He fished inside and held up a bottle.

"What's that?" Brian asked.

"Chocolate sauce."

"What?"

"It's out of the gift basket that you sent me. You can heat it in the microwave. It reminded me of ice cream kisses."

Brian chuckled at the memory.

"I thought I'd heat it up and pour it all over you, and then lick it off ever so slowly."

"Do I look like a hot fudge sundae?" Brian asked with a grin.

"Exactly like one."

"Then let's get to it. The chaise has been sadly neglected lately."

Justin grinned as he headed for the microwave. "Do you think we can make it work this time?" Justin asked as he waited for the sauce to heat up.

"I'm going to give it my best shot," Brian promised.

Justin beamed at him. "It's ready," he said taking his bottle of sauce out of the microwave.

Brian slumped down on the chaise and Justin straddled his legs. He poured a little of the chocolate on Brian's nipple and licked and sucked it off. Brian groaned at the sensation.

"It's delicious," Justin said licking his lips.

"Not nearly as delicious as you," Brian said kissing the chocolate covered lips. This would only get better and better. This was what he had been missing - his creative, beautiful, talented lover, friend and soulmate. He sighed in contentment as Justin continued to work his magic.

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