Pt. 17

The Candidate

Part 17

Brian dragged himself back to the loft on Sunday afternoon.  It was almost dark and he was really exhausted.  He had spent all day Saturday and most of Sunday going from house to house trying to convince potential voters that he was the one they should cast their ballot for.  What a thankless task!

 

He rode up in the elevator too tired to even contemplate taking the stairs.  His voice was almost gone.  He cleared his throat and croaked out an unintelligible syllable.  At least he could still make a noise.  He had finally told those with him that he had to stop or he would totally lose his voice.  They told him to go home and rest, while they carried on handing out his brochures at each door.

 

Brian heaved up the elevator door.  He didn't remember it being that heavy before.  He stood there not sure if he could make his feet carry him to the loft door.  Finally with a supreme effort he closed the elevator and took the few steps to his apartment.

 

Keys!  His mind told him he needed keys, but he seemed incapable of finding and using them.  His hand fished around in his pocket and finally struck pay dirt.  He hauled out the keys and inserted them in the lock.  Wearily he pushed the loft door back.

 

"Brian!" Justin said breezily.

 

"You're home," Brian managed to croak.

 

"You look awful."



"Thanks!  I am awful."



"Come on," Justin said taking Brian's hand and pulling him up to the bedroom.  He stripped off Brian's clothes feeling how cold his hands and arms were.  He removed his own clothes and led Brian into the bathroom.  He turned on the water hot and the two of them stepped into the steaming shower.

 

Brian sighed as soon as the water hit his body.  Justin saw a shiver pass through his body.  He reached around Brian and held his body close to his own.  The water poured over them.

 

"Better?" Justin asked.

 

"Um hmm," Brian muttered loving the warmth of the water and the feel of Justin's body against his own.

 

Justin turned off the shower and grabbed towels for them both.  He wrapped one around his hips and proceeded to dry off Brian with the other.  Brian stood still for the toweling off, smiling slightly at how well Justin took care of him.  He wondered how he had ever survived before he met the young man.

 

"Come on," Justin said.  "Get into bed.  I'll cover you with the duvet until you're all warm and toasty."

 

"Come with me," Brian croaked.

 

"In a minute."  Justin went down to the kitchen and came back with a glass containing a murky liquid.  "Gargle with this," he ordered.

 

"This isn't another one of your alcoholic grandmother's poisonous concoctions, is it?"

 

"No, it's one of my mother's poisonous concoctions."

 

Brian made a face.  "What is it?"

 

"It's just salt water.  Gargle with it and spit it back in the glass.  It will help your throat."



Brian did as he was told.  The salt water almost made him gag, but he gargled and spit it out.  Justin had climbed into bed with him while he was doing this.  He took the glass and set it on the bedside table.  Once that was done Justin slid down under the duvet and wrapped his arms around Brian.

 

"Feel warmer now?" Justin asked.

 

"Always, when you're here with me," Brian admitted.

 

Justin smiled up at him.  "So how did it go today?"



"Don't ask."

 

"Why?  Did something bad happen?"



Brian sighed.  He looked thoughtful for a moment.  "It kind of ran the gamut.  Some people were friendly.  A few were openly hostile.  Some actually asked intelligent questions.  Do you want the good stuff or the bad stuff?"

 

"Both."



"Glutton for punishment, aren't you?"

 

"Start with the bad," Justin said.

 

"We knocked on this door and a woman opened it holding a little baby.  She looked at us and I introduced myself.  I could see fear in her eyes," Brian said softly.

 

"Fear?"

 

"She said, 'You're that gay guy.  Get away from my house.  Don't come near my baby.'  She slammed the door in my face."

 

"That's awful," Justin said rubbing Brian's arm.



"I think she actually believed that just by being near me she or her baby or both would be transformed into sexual deviants."

 

"I can't believe people still think like that."



"I don't think we have come half as far as we'd like to think."



"Okay, so tell me something good that happened," Justin ordered wanting to take Brian's mind off that incident.

 

Brian chuckled.  "I knocked on this door with a Harley parked in the driveway."

 

"A biker house?" Justin asked.  "I wanted a good story," Justin said thinking this was going to be another bad one.



"Hang on," Brian said.  "This heavy set guy with a beard and gray hair pulled back in a ponytail opened the door.  'What do you want?' he demanded.  I started telling him who I was and that I was running for mayor.  I could see the light bulb go off.  'I've been following your campaign.  Never expected you to come to my house,' he said.  'I'm going to vote for you.  I hope you win and show all the straight guys that us fags know how to run a city properly.'"

 

"He was gay?" Justin asked in disbelief.

 

"Apparently.  Then he reached for my hand and when I held it out to shake he pulled me toward him and gave me a kiss on the cheek."



"What did you do?"

 

"Kissed him back."



"That must have been quite the photo op."



"I don't think anybody was taking pictures at that point.  I was so surprised and pleased that he was pleased to see me."

 

"You never know where fags are going to turn up, do you?"



"In about thirty hours we should know the results of the election," Brian said suddenly.

 

"You've run a good campaign, Mr. Kinney, whatever the outcome."

 

"Not so cocky about me winning tonight?" Brian asked.

 

"We'll survive whatever happens."

 

"We?"



"We're in this together, aren't we?" Justin asked a worried expression clouding his blue eyes.

 

"I'm the one who goes back to being out of work if I lose."

 

"True, but I'll support you with my lucrative job at the diner."



"Thanks," Brian said kissing Justin's nose.

 

Justin giggled.  "You sound like you're feeling better."



"I am.  I'm finally warm and my throat isn't so sore."

 

"See, sometimes my remedies do work."

 

"Yeah, if they don't kill me first.  Um," Brian moaned.  Justin was sucking on one of his nipples.  He felt Justin's hand slide down his stomach and between his legs.  "What are you doing?" Brian asked.

 

"I'd think by now, you'd know," Justin teased.  "I'm seducing you."

"How can you be seducing me when we just got out of the shower together and you're already in our bed?"



Justin liked the sound of "our" bed.  "I'm going to make you feel so good," Justin promised.

 

"I … I'm really tired," Brian protested.  He couldn't remember a time when he had felt so exhausted.  He actually wondered if he would be able to get it up.

 

Justin's hand slid under Brian's flaccid cock and cupped his balls.  His mouth began working on the other nipple.  Brian moaned again and Justin could feel the cock twitch above his hand. 

 

"Somebody's not so tired," Justin whispered.

 

"Maybe," Brian agreed as Justin's hand grasped his shaft and began to move up and down.

 

"See," Justin whispered.  He could feel Brian's cock grow in his fist.

 

"Ooh, baby," Brian moaned.  "Don't stop."



"I have no intention of stopping," Justin said pumping faster and harder.

 

Brian pulled Justin's shoulders up and leaned in for a kiss on those soft, moist lips.  "You taste so good," Brian said, his tongue swiping over Justin's lips and then probing for entrance. 

 

Justin opened his mouth and felt Brian's tongue slide in running over his teeth and searching every nook and cranny.  Nobody kissed like Brian.  Justin finally pulled away needing an independent breath.  His fist continued to stroke up and down Brian's now hard shaft.  He rubbed his thumb across the slit collecting precum and adding it as lubricant to the shaft.  His hand worked faster.

 

"What do you want?" Justin asked.  "Want me to finish you off?"

Brian nodded not wanting the feel of Justin's soft hand ever to stop.  Justin upped the speed and felt Brian arch up on the bed.  He smiled as Brian's eyes closed and the feelings swept through him.

 

Brian felt his balls draw up and knew he was close.  He felt Justin's mouth on his nipples, then in his navel and then on his mouth.  All the while the hand kept moving on his shaft with just the right speed and the right amount of pressure.

 

"Fuck!" Brian gasped and he was shooting.  The hand continued to milk him until there was nothing left.  Brian let his back fall against the mattress and he emitted a long sigh.

 

"Feel good now?" Justin asked.

 

"Um hmm," Brian managed to get out.  He wrapped his arms around Justin and pulled him in for another kiss that left them both panting.  Brian could feel his cock surprisingly stiffening again.  "Jesus, the things you do to me," Brian groaned.

 

Justin began humping against the taller man, their cocks rubbing together with a friction that both of them loved.

 

"Your turn," Brian said rolling Justin onto his back.

 

He licked down Justin's chest his hands cupping and squeezing the breasts until the nubs were hard.  He delved into the navel probing and sucking and nipping.  He felt Justin take in a sharp breath and moved lower, blowing into the blond pubes.  Justin arched into Brian's mouth as he took the tip of the boy's cock between his lips.  He sucked tasting the salty precum.  He held it in his mouth as he grasped the purple shaft and then spread it along the length.  He sucked on the prominent vein and rolled Justin's balls in his hands.  They were heavy and full just the way he liked them.  His mouth slid over the shaft taking it all the way to the back of his throat.  He hummed and then pumped up and down on the stiff rod, his lips sucking on the mushroom head each time he neared the end.

 

Justin grabbed Brian's hair and moaned.  He could feel little sparks of electricity shoot through his groin.  He flopped back on the bed as Brian released his cock for a second.  Suddenly the man took it back into his mouth and worked furiously up and down its length.

 

Justin screamed, "Brian!" and came with a force that left him panting and shaking.

 

Brian swallowed all Justin had to offer sucking the last salty drops and depositing them in Justin's own mouth as the boy moaned his approval.

 

Brian rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.  "I need a nap," he said.  Justin snuggled up against him and they both quickly fell asleep.

 

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An hour or two later Justin rolled over and opened his eyes.  He glanced to the side and smiled.  Brian snored softly beside him.  Justin propped himself up on his elbow and stared at the older man.  They had become so close since the campaign began.  He didn't want to let Brian know, but he was kind of worried about what might happen if he actually won the election.

 

The picture of him and Brian holding hands had caused Brian's numbers to go down.  If Brian won and meant what he said, they would appear together at functions.  Justin wasn't sure how the public would react to that.  He didn't want to cause trouble for Brian.  He knew the man was rather unsure of his ability to perform as mayor.  He didn't want to add to that anxiety.

 

Justin allowed his fingers to trace along Brian's cheek.  He was so proud of how Brian had handled this campaign.  He had been brutally honest about himself and his faults.  He had listened to advice when it was given, and had taken it when he saw the truth of it.  He refused to back away from who and what he was.  And all that done, he still had a good chance to win tomorrow.  Justin wished that he was happier about that prospect.

 

He heard his stomach rumble and realized they had not had any dinner.  He debated waking Brian up, but he knew the man had been exhausted.  He decided that Brian needed sleep more than he needed food.  He hardly ate at the best of times.

 

Justin slid slowly out from under the duvet.  He'd find something to eat in the fridge or the freezer, enough to tide him over till morning.  He glanced back at Brian and decided he had some serious thinking to do before tomorrow morning.

 

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The alarm buzzing at him woke Brian the next morning.  He reached over and gave it a swat.  The annoying noise ceased.  Brian looked over at Justin and saw blue eyes looking back at him.

 

"It's 7 a.m.," Brian said.  "Did I sleep for almost fourteen hours?"



Justin nodded.  "You really were exhausted.  I was going to wake you to get something to eat but I thought you needed the sleep more."



"I guess I did."



"You need to get up soon so that you can go vote promptly at eight when the polls open."

 

"Yeah," Brian said.  "I have to vote for myself even though I may not be the best person for the job."



"Yes you are!" Justin responded.  "None of the other candidates is nearly as good as you, especially that Allan Billings."



Brian threw back the duvet and headed for the shower.  "You coming?" he asked Justin.

 

"I'm going to make you some breakfast.  You go ahead and have your shower."



Brian nodded and went into the bathroom.  Justin got up slowly and went down to the kitchen.  He took some eggs from the refrigerator and began whipping up an omelet.  He placed some bread in the toaster when he heard the shower go off.

 

Brian came down wearing his robe.  Justin placed the omelet on the bar and Brian climbed onto a stool.  Justin poured the remaining mixture into the pan to cook one for himself.  He handed Brian the dry toast as it popped.

 

Soon they were both seated at the bar eating their omelets. 

 

"This is very good," Brian said.  "I was starving."

 

"Glad you like it."  Justin looked over at Brian swirling a piece of his omelet around on his plate.  "I want to talk to you about something," Justin said.

 

"Oh, what?"

"I woke up last night after you fell asleep and I did some thinking."  Justin hesitated.

 

"About what?" Brian asked concern in his eyes.

 

"I was thinking about what would happen after you win today."



"We don't know that I'm going to win."



"You will, but it's what comes after that I'm concerned about."



"Why are you concerned?"

"When that picture of us holding hands appeared, it cost you in the polls.  I think I should stay in the background at least until you get your feet under you and see what the lay of the land is."



"What are you saying?"



"That I should move back with Daphne and stay out of the papers."



"No fucking way!"

 

"Brian …"

 

"No!  Absolutely not!  I introduced you as my partner so that we could do this together.  I want you there with me at every step."



"But …"

 

"No, I'm not going to listen to this.  If I get elected, the public knows you're part of the package and I'm not going to pretend that you're not."

 

Justin shook his head.  "Only a portion of the electorate is going to vote for you.  Whatever percentage doesn't, may take offence at the two of us together."

 

"Then they'll fucking have to do that!"

 

"Brian, be reasonable.  I'm trying to help."



"If you're not with me, then all this was for nothing."



"What do you mean?"



"Justin, if I thought I was going to have to hide and pretend to be something I'm not, I never would have started this."

 

"I love you, you know."



"I know.  Now go take a shower so you can come with me to vote.  Wouldn't want to miss that photo op."

 

"Heaven forbid," Justin said sliding off his stool.  He felt Brian grab his arm.

 

"It's going to be all right.  We're going to do this together and it will be fine."



"As long as you're prepared for some hate mail," Justin warned.

 

Brian made a face.  "We'll deal with whatever comes along."

 

"Okay, Mr. Mayor," Justin said heading up the steps to the bathroom.

 

"Hey," Brian called.

 

"What?"

 

"Ever fuck a mayor?"



"Not that I know of."



"Tonight can be your first."



Justin flashed his sunshine smile and disappeared into the bathroom.

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