Pt. 16

The Candidate

Part 16

The next day the newspapers were full of the picture of Gus sticking his tongue out at the press.  The television news had shown tape of the same incident, but it hadn't been very noticeable as it was a long distance shot.  Several papers had been using telephoto lenses and had gotten a good shot of the tongue.

 

Justin ran up to the loft after he picked up the paper and showed it to Brian.  Brian chuckled when he saw it.

 

"Like father, like son," Justin observed.

 

"I have a very talented tongue too," Brian said sticking it out and flicking it suggestively at Justin.

 

"Don't I know it!" Justin agreed.  "They say that Gus told the press to 'go way'.  Did he say that?"



"Yeah," Brian chuckled.  "They asked if he could say something.  I think they thought he was incapable of speech.  I asked him to turn around and say something.  That's what he said."



"You didn't tell him to say that, did you?"



"How could you think such a thing?" Brian asked taking mock offence.

 

"As I said, like father…," Justin grinned.  "I could almost hear you saying 'Go 'way!' too."



"I tried that but they wouldn't go."



"I wonder if they'll leave Gus and the munchers alone now." 

 

"I haven't had a call from them this morning, so maybe."

 

"There's only three days left.  What's scheduled for today?"

 

"Door to door all day."

 

"Sounds like fun," Justin said.

 

Brian made a face.  This was one of his least favorite parts of the campaign.  He never knew what kind of response they would get when the door opened.  Half the time he expected someone to tell him to fuck off or throw a bucket of water at him.  That's what he would have done a few months ago to anyone who had the nerve to campaign on his doorstep.

 

"I have one more university political group to see this afternoon," Justin said.

 

"Not at Robert Morris University, I hope," Brian said.

 

Justin made a face at him.  "No, not again.  According to Charles, if I get this group organized we should have the city pretty well covered for the blitz this weekend.  Then we vote on Monday."



"I'm ready for it to be over," Brian said seriously.

 

"Really?  Are you feeling all right?"

 

"Yeah, I'm just tired of always being on, always on my best behavior, always wondering what the next thing coming at me will be."

 

"It's not much longer now, so stick it out, Mr. Mayor."



Brian grimaced.  "I'm not sure I could ever get used to hearing that."



"Sure you can, and you better, because you're going to win."



Justin dropped into Brian's lap and gave him a long sensuous kiss.

 

"What was that for?" Brian asked when they finally broke apart.

 

"You said you had been on your best behavior, so that was a promise that you can be as bad as you want tonight."

 

"Sounds good," Brian said with an evil grin.

 

"Do we have a date?" Justin asked.

 

"I'll be home early.  There's no meeting tonight."



"See you for dinner then," Justin said getting up and grabbing his coat.

 

"Later," Brian replied, already gearing himself up for the long day of knocking on doors that lay ahead.

 

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Around five o'clock Brian let himself into the loft.  It was starting to get dark and he was exhausted.  It felt like they had knocked on a million doors today.  His face ached from the plastered on smile he had used at each one.  His voice and throat felt raspy, probably from all the talking, but he hoped he wasn't getting a cold.  His feet were like blocks of ice.  He had worn regular shoes to do all the walking, but he should have worn sneakers with nice warm socks underneath.

 

He glanced around noting that Justin wasn't home yet.  Every chance he had got all day long he had been playing in his mind all the really bad things he was going to do to the boy tonight, and wondering what bad things Justin had in store for him.  It was the only way he had kept sane the last hour or two.

 

He went up the steps to the bedroom shucking clothes as he went.  In the bathroom he turned the shower on extra hot and let the steam fill the cubicle.  He slid off his underwear and stepped inside letting the almost scalding water cascade over him and run down onto his frozen feet.

 

He let out a long sigh.  He hoped this whole exercise was worth it.  At the beginning he had felt honored that people wanted him to run for mayor, that they had faith in him and felt he could make a difference.  Somewhere along the line he began running just for the sake of running.  He needed to talk to Justin about what he could accomplish as mayor.  He needed to focus on what was really important, because there was a chance, maybe more than a chance, that three nights from now he could be the newly elected mayor of Pittsburgh.

 

Another long sigh escaped his lips.  He wished he was more prepared if that was the outcome.  Often he felt so incompetent, so inexperienced.  He thought he could do this job, but sometimes it seemed so overwhelming.

 

He turned off the shower and stepped out grabbing a nice warm towel.  At least he felt more human now, not a walking talking ice cube.  He dried himself off and slipped on some sweats.  They felt warm and cozy against his skin made tender by the heat of the shower.

 

He wished Justin would come home.  He wanted to lie in his lap on the couch and have him comb his fingers through his hair.  Justin would talk about all the good things Brian could do as mayor and Brian would be convinced that anything was possible as long as he had that wonderful boy to believe in him.

 

Brian decided to order dinner for them.  He didn't want to waste his time with Justin while the boy cooked for them, although nothing he ever did with Justin was a waste.  He actually enjoyed sitting on a stool watching the young man whip up a pasta dish or bake something in the oven.  Sometimes Justin asked him to cut up vegetables or stir something on the stove.  He liked doing that too.  Christ, he really had become domesticated!

 

He poured himself a shot of Beam while he waited for the dinner to arrive.  After he downed the drink he rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes.  He was tired.

 

Suddenly he heard the loft door roll back.  He jumped and sat up.

 

"Sorry," Justin said.  "Did I wake you?"

 

"Um, s'all right," Brian mumbled.  "I shouldn't be sleeping but I think I walked a billion miles today."



"What galaxy did you end up in?" Justin teased.

 

"Alpha Queerauri," Brian said.

 

"Jesus, how do you come up with stuff like that when you're half asleep?" Justin chuckled.

 

"I'm good with fag jokes," Brian said with a yawn.  "I ordered dinner.  It should be here any minute."



"It's here now," Justin said holding up a large take-out bag.  "I met the delivery guy at the front door and paid him for it."



"Good, I'm hungry," Brian said forcing himself up from the sofa.

 

They unpacked the bag and dished up some plates of food.  They carried it to the sofa and ate off the coffee table.  The Thai food was tasty and still nice and hot.  Both of them felt better when they had cleaned their plate.

 

"That was a good choice for dinner.  I didn't feel much like cooking," Justin said.

 

"How did you make out at the last university?"



"I met some really great people and they rounded up at least eight volunteers to cover their end of the city.  They'll be out all day Saturday and most of Sunday.  I think these kids could really put you over the top."



Brian groaned. 

 

"What's that for?" Justin asked.

 

"I … I was thinking in the shower how I needed to talk to you because you always make me feel like I know what the fuck I'm doing."

 

Justin smiled a smile of pure joy.  He loved to hear Brian say that it was him who could bolster his confidence, that he was the one that Brian needed.  "Come over here," Justin said. 

 

Brian turned around and laid his head in Justin's lap.  He felt Justin's fingers sift through his hair just like he had wished for.  He sighed contentedly.  He felt Justin lean over him and the boy's soft lips caressed his own.  He purred his approval.

 

"You are going to be the best mayor this city has ever had," Justin whispered.

 

"I just hope I'm semi-competent.  I'd be satisfied with that."



"No you won't," Justin said.  "You're always the best at anything you do."



"You think so?"



"I know so."



Brian looked thoughtful and Justin stayed quiet waiting for his words to sink in.  "I'm not sure," Brian said slowly.  "I knew what I was doing in advertising.  I never doubted that I could pull anything off, but I'm not so sure that I can swing this."

 

"Being mayor isn't so different from being in advertising," Justin said.

 

"How do you figure that?"



"You have a problem, you find a solution, you convince the public that it's the right answer."



"That's all there is to it?"



"I think so."



"I can do that."



"Sure you can.  That's what I've been telling you."



"Smart little fucker, aren't you?"



"Yes."



Brian chuckled.  He shifted up on the couch so that he could get a better grip on Justin and a deeper more penetrating kiss.  When he ended the kiss, he stared into Justin's eyes.

 

"Are you telling me to drop my pants?" Justin giggled.  "I bet you're ready to be bad."



"I thought about all the things I was going to do to you tonight all day long.  It was the only thing that got me through."



"Glad I could be of help," Justin chuckled.  "So what did you come up with?"



"I … want to make love to you," Brian stated.

 

"Oh?"



"Are you disappointed?" Brian asked.

 

"No … no … just surprised."



"So am I."



"Let's go to the bed," Justin said.  "It's more comfortable."  He took Brian's hand and they walked up the steps. 

 

By the side of the bed they undressed each other.  Naked they lay down facing each other staring into each other's eyes.  Brian leaned in and kissed his boy.  He ran his hand along Justin's side from his shoulder to his thigh.  His flat palm ran across Justin's chest, pressing on his nipples and squeezing as they passed over.  Justin sighed in satisfaction.

 

Kisses followed, long and delving, soft and sweet, forceful and crushing, hard and demanding.  When Brian finally stopped Justin felt all warm and light headed.  He looked up into Brian's hazel eyes.

 

"I think you've given me the vapors," Justin whispered.

 

Brian snorted pleased that he could have that affect on his young lover.  "I have much more to come."

 

Brian began to use his mouth on various parts of Justin's body.  He licked and sucked and kissed every spot he knew got to his partner.  Finally he took Justin's erect cock into his mouth and the boy cried out in pleasure.  He licked and sucked some more until he had it coated with saliva and precum.  When he took the whole thing down his throat Justin gasped and moaned.  Brian swallowed and was rewarded with spurts of Justin's cum flowing down his throat.  The boy gasped for air and shuddered as the orgasm swept through him.  Brian sucked him dry, and then cradled the smaller body against him waiting for the effects to pass.

 

"Good?" Brian asked, kissing Justin's eyelids.

 

"Awesome."



They lay like that for awhile, neither wanting to break contact.

 

"Brian," Justin asked softly, "What's the most memorable fuck you've ever had?"  He hoped he was part of it, but he really wanted to know.

 

"Are you trying to get into a fight with me?"

 

"What do you mean?" Justin asked bewildered by this reaction.

 

"What if it's not you?"



"I … I can take it," Justin stated jutting out his chin.

 

"Okay, but you asked for it," Brian warned.  He thought about all the men he had been with, some with enormous penises, some with techniques that years of practice had perfected, some with holes that would take a cannon, some with mouths and tongues that could coax an orgasm out of a parsnip. 

 

Justin watched Brian's face knowing that he was going over all the dicks he had known and used.  "We only have a few hours for you to mull this over," Justin said getting slightly exasperated.

 

"Be patient.  I'm thinking.  I want to be fair to them all."

 

"Christ, I'm sorry I asked," Justin replied knowing that Brian was going to pick someone else.

 

"I have it!" Brian said triumphantly.

 

"So tell me," Justin demanded half-heartedly, not really wanting to hear about Brian being with someone else.

 

"This was the first thing I thought of, but I had to go over some other good ones to be sure this was the best."

 

"All right, already, tell me!"

 

"Are you sure?  I think you're already mad and sorry that you asked."

 

"So what?  Just spit it out and be done with it."

 

"Okay, if you're sure," Brian said.  He was sure Justin wanted to strangle him.  "It involves someone we both know."



"It does?"

 

"Yes."



"Who?"

 

"Guess."

 

Justin thought for a moment.  "Ben?" he said finally knowing the two men had been together at the White Party.

 

"No."

 

"Emmett?" Justin said thinking that Emmett had always seemed special to Brian.

 

"No."



"Michael?" Justin ventured praying it wasn't true.

 

"God no!" Brian reacted.

 

"Then who?  Ted?"

 

"Jesus, Justin!"

 

"I don't know.  Vic, Hunter, Lindsay?"

 

"Are you nuts?  If you fucking say Melanie or Debbie, I'm going to strangle you!"

 

"Then who else is there?" Justin asked with a hint of impending tears in his voice.

 

"You, you twat!"

 

"Me?  But why didn't you say so?  I was hoping …" Justin let his voice trail off.

 

"I said it's you.  Can't you at least be happy about that?" Brian asked exasperated.

 

"Why did you let me think it was someone else?"

 

"I was teasing you.  I said this would make you mad."

 

"I'm not mad," Justin said snuggling up against Brian once again.  "But which fuck is the most memorable?"

 

"There have been a few," Brian agreed.

 

"The first time?" Justin asked.

 

"That was good, but you were too scared."

 

"Was not!"

 

"Were too!"

 

"Okay, I was," Justin gave in.  "But tell me which time."



"I'm not sure I want to."



"Please, Brian, you have to tell me now."



"Okaaaaay," Brian drew it out.  "Remember when you came to live with me after the bashing?"  Justin's eyes got very big.  "You wouldn't let me touch you at first.  Then that night you said you wanted me inside you.  I thought my heart would break.  You sounded so fragile and so scared, but at least you were going to let me in.  You took the scarf from around my neck and we made love so carefully.  I was afraid I'd hurt you or you'd tell me to stop.  I think that would have killed me, but you went for it, and I think it was good for both of us," Brian ended with a sigh.

 

"Everything got better after that.  You were so kind and tender that night.  I'm surprised though that you would pick that time."

 

Brian shrugged.  "I knew that night how much you trusted me.  It was … special."

 

"Yeah, it was," Justin admitted feeling the love that he should have always known was there between them, spoken or not.

 

"Okay, then what's your most memorable one?" Brian asked.

 

"Guess."



"Shit, are we going to do this again?"



"Take one guess and then I'll tell you."



"The first time," Brian said sure that had to be it.

 

Justin shook his head.  "No, not even close."  Brian raised his eyebrows in surprise.  "It was that night after all the trouble with the Sap that you let me top you."

"Fuck!" Brian reacted.

 

"I felt like you really trusted me that night, that I could depend on you.  Somehow you knew that was what I needed and you gave it to me.  I'll never forget that."



"All the glorious fucks that we've experienced and those are the two we pick.  We are a couple of wusses!"

 

"They were times of trust and sharing and love.  That makes them special.  That's why we remember them," Justin said softly.

 

Brian stared into those beautiful blue eyes.  He sucked in a breath.  "I think I'm ready to be bad now," he stated.

 

Justin chuckled.  Too much emotional crap was more than Brian could bear, but Justin was glad to hear what Brian had to say about their times together.  He wasn't really so surprised.  Brian was an old softie at heart.  "I'm ready too," Justin said with an evil wink.

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