Domestic Bliss

Moving II

Over the next couple of weeks Brian and Justin went shopping for other pieces of furniture. They bought a mattress and box spring for the new bed that wouldn't arrive for another month. They also managed to find some child's furniture for Gus' room. They found a dining suite that they both loved, but couldn't find sofas for the family room or living room. Their tastes didn't seem to coincide in this area at all.

The offer on the loft came up to their asking price along with the agreement to leave almost all the furnishings there. They got the keys to the new house a couple of weeks after that fateful Saturday when they had found their bed. They had actually taken possession earlier, but had not wanted to go to the house until the furnace was replaced. Jennifer had taken care of that for them. They also wanted to wait until their mattress would arrive so that they could sleep there once they moved in. They actually had very little, other than clothes and a few pieces of furniture, to move from the loft.

The Saturday morning of their actual move arrived bright and sunny, a beautiful spring day. Brian awoke and rolled onto his side to look at Justin. Blue eyes stared back at him.

"How long have you been awake?"

"I'm not sure I ever slept," Justin said as he stretched.

"Oh yes, you did," Brian said.

"How do you know?"

"The last time I fucked you, you were almost asleep before I pulled out," Brian smirked. "And here I thought youth was equated with stamina," Brian added sticking his tongue in his cheek.

Justin stared at Brian. "You have no idea how hard it is to be a good bottom, do you?" Brian merely stared back and sucked his lips into his mouth. "It takes hard work and dedication … and incredible flexibility … and monumental creativity. I work so hard, and what thanks do I ever get. You tops just don't underst…" His words were cut off by Brian's mouth capturing his lips and almost sucking him into the orifice.

"You are so full of bullshit," Brian chuckled when he finally released his young lover. They were both hard as a result of the kiss.

"What do you mean? I just got us hard, didn't I?" Justin asked batting his eyelashes.

"So you're responsible for this?" Brian asking giving Justin's cock a tug. "What about my kiss?"

"It takes two to make a kiss," Justin said smugly. "And I was the creative bottom that caused that kiss."

Brian snorted and Justin giggled. He liked getting the better of the older man.

"Twat," Brian said but his hands were already roaming the pliant body beneath him. "I'm going to fuck that smug look right off your face."

"Promises, promises," Justin said grinning from ear to ear.

"You think I can't do it?"

"Prove it," Justin dared him. He knew this would be their last fuck in the old bed and he wanted to make it a good one.

Brian pinned Justin's hands above his head, using one of his hands. The other hand tweaked Justin's nipple causing him to gasp. Justin could feel his cock harden even more. He squirmed beneath Brian trying to rub his dick against Brian's. Brian moaned into Justin's mouth as his kiss threatened to swallow Justin whole.

"Is this the best you can do?" Justin challenged him as he continued to squirm.

"I've hardly started," Brian said and the look on his face gave Justin a moment's pause. Maybe he had gone too far.

Brian released Justin's hands and pulled the blond's legs up, pushing them against Justin's chest. Brian's head ducked between them and Justin felt Brian sucking on his balls. Justin sucked in a breath willing his cock not to explode. He whimpered Brian's name and the man looked up at him.

"Something wrong, Sunshine?" Brian asked with his best look of innocence.

All Justin could do was groan. He knew there was no sense in pleading. Brian was going to do what Brian was going to do. He might as well just enjoy the ride. He closed his eyes and willed his orgasm to back off. Brian looked up and saw the closed eyes.

"Look at me, Justin," Brian said. Justin's eyes opened and he stared into the hazel ones full of lust and determination. "I'm going to fuck you into next week and you're going to enjoy it." With that Brian's tongue followed the path along his perineum and then plunged into Justin's pucker.

The boy cried out, "Jesus, Brian!"

"Need a little lube?" Brian asked grinning at Justin. Justin nodded.

Brian squirted the cold lube on Justin's pucker and proceeded to open him up with his fingers. Justin squirmed and moaned until he felt the cold lube shoot up his ass. He blinked in bewilderment at Brian who ignored him, grabbed his cock and stuck it unceremoniously up Justin's ass. Justin cried out and thrashed around for a minute. Brian took a bit of pity on his very bad boy. He waited till Justin calmed down and started breathing more normally. As soon as that happened, Brian renewed his assault. He plunged in deep and forcefully bending Justin in half and forcing all the air from his lungs. He rammed his lover unmercifully until Justin called out and exploded all over them both.

Justin gasped for needed air as Brian stilled for a moment. He could feel Brian's ramrod cock still hard and unsatisfied up his ass. He knew this was far from over. As soon as he had recovered a bit Brian again drove in. He leaned in and kissed Justin long and luxuriously.

"Still feeling smug, Sunshine?" Brian asked knowing that smug had been left far behind, long before Justin's orgasm. Justin shook his head, looking into Brian's eyes with something like fear. Brian softened as soon as he saw that look. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Brian asked concern in his voice.

"No," Justin gasped. "It's just a little … overwhelming."

Brian smiled and began his rhythm. He had decided that Justin would get off once more before he allowed himself release. He pounded into the tight channel until they were both covered in sweat and panting for air. Every time Justin reached for his dick, Brian swatted the hand away. He was not going to allow Justin to touch himself. The boy would get off again without any external help, or they would both die trying.

Justin wasn't sure how long Brian plowed into him but he knew every nerve ending in his body was on fire, his cock throbbed and ached, he was wet and slippery with sweat, everything was fuzzy when he tried to focus. He thought he was begging and asking Brian to finish him off, but he couldn't be sure if any intelligible words were actually coming out of his mouth.

Suddenly he heard Brian groan and call, "Now!"

He felt Brian's hot jizz shoot up his channel, deep inside him. He thought he could almost taste it in the back of his throat. Brian thrust hard three times and then Justin was shooting and waves of incredible heat consumed him. He felt Brian fall on top of him and then roll away. He was glad his lover did because he thought any areas that touched between them might have been scorched by the heat they had created.

The room spun around disconcertingly and Justin kept his eyes tightly closed until it slowed down. When he tried to open them, he saw Brian's out of focus face staring at him.

"You all right?" Brian gasped trying to get his breathing under control. Justin tried to answer but his voice wouldn't seem to work as he sucked in some much needed air. Instead he nodded. "All smugness gone?" Brian asked. Justin nodded again. Brian fell back exhausted and was content to just lie there and breathe.

"That was so intense," Justin whispered after a bit.

"Yeah."

"What made you do it?"

"I'm always up for a dare."

"Don't you mean a taunt?" Justin asked giggling a little now that he could actually breathe normally.

"Whatever!" Brian replied.

"Remind me to be careful about what I taunt you with."

"Didn't you like it?" Brian asked looking back at Justin.

"Oh, I liked it … loved it. But you could have killed us both."

"I'm not ready to die yet," Brian declared.

"Shit, Brian, look at the time," Justin said seeing the clock behind Brian's head. "The movers will be here in twenty minutes."

"Damn," Brian responded, "and I wanted to fuck you once more in the shower."

"After what you just did, I'm not sure I'll be ready to fuck you again today."

Brian smirked. "Where's the consummate bottom with all the stamina and creativity?"

"I caused what just happened to happen," Justin declared before he leaped to his feet and ran for the bathroom before Brian could catch him. He heard the man chuckling as he joined him in the shower and he knew that everything was all right.

They only had time to wash before the movers got there. They had everything packed up and ready except for the stuff the movers would do for them. They stripped the bed and stuffed the sheets into one of the boxes to be laundered when they got to their new home. They checked all the drawers and cupboards and the fridge to make sure everything was spotless and ready for the new occupants. Brian went into the bathroom to make one last check there while the movers continued to carry boxes down to the truck. When Brian didn't return for a while Justin went looking for him. He found him standing in the middle of the bathroom staring at the shower.

"What are you doing?" he asked coming up beside his partner.

Brian jumped obviously having been lost in thought. "I … I was … remembering."

"Remembering what?" Justin asked softly. He could see that some kind of sadness had crept into Brian's psyche.

"I was picturing all the times I fucked you in this shower," Brian said softly.

"Could your mind comprehend them all?" Justin asked with a smile, trying to lighten the moment.

"We had some awesome times in that shower," Brian said.

"Yeah, we did," Justin agreed feeling some of the sadness at leaving their first home come over him too. "But we have a new shower where we can create even better memories."

"I guess, but I would have liked to have done it one more time before we left."

Justin understood where Brian was coming from. The loft had always been symbolic of Brian, of his lifestyle, of who he was, and he was giving all that up. The loft had been where they had first come together, where they had first fucked and first made love.

"We still could," Justin whispered. "Give the movers the keys and they can unload at the new house. We'll meet them there as soon as we're through."

"Thanks," Brian said with a gentle smile. "I'll go tell them."

Justin smiled to himself. He found it somehow touching that Brian would be nostalgic about leaving the loft, and obviously he was. He wanted to make it as easy for him as he could.

When Brian returned Justin pulled him into an embrace. "It's going to be okay, Brian. We have a great new place to go to. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us."

"I know."

"Um … Brian?"

"What?"

"Take it easy on me, okay? I'm still a little sore from earlier. You know," Justin smiled crookedly.

"Sorry about that, Sunshine, but you shouldn't taunt me."

"Come on, big guy," Justin cooed starting to strip off his clothes.

"Jesus, Justin, let me make sure the movers have gone."

"Sure," Justin said standing in all his naked glory in front of Brian. The tent in Brian's jeans told him he was having the desired effect.

Brian hurried out. He quickly returned having removed his T-shirt and in the process of unbuttoning his jeans.

"I take it they're gone?" Justin asked.

"No, they'll be right in to join us," Brian said keeping a straight face. Justin threw a worried glance over Brian's shoulder half expecting the movers to appear. "Relax," Brian said swinging Justin around. "They're gone and I locked the door."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Justin asked reaching into the shower to start the water.

About twenty minutes later they stood under the spray of the shower clinging to each other and letting the water wash away the remnants of what they had just done. Justin kissed Brian's neck and leaned his head against Brian's shoulder. Brian had been very gentle and Justin appreciated that.

"I love you, you know," Brian said suddenly.

Justin looked up into the hazel eyes. "I know. I know it every time you look at me or touch me or fuck me. I know."

"That's good," Brian said softly. "I know I don't say it often enough."

"Remember that night you kissed every part of my body and with every kiss you said, "I love you?"

"I remember. That was supposed to last you a lifetime."

"It will, but it's always nice to hear it again … every now and then," Justin said as he reached up to kiss Brian's full lips.

"We should go see what kind of havoc the movers are wreaking on the new house."

Justin knew the sentimental Brian had just been put away. The all business Brian was now in full mode. He released his partner and turned off the water. They stepped out of the shower realizing they had packed the bath mat. Then it dawned on them both that all their towels were in boxes on their way to the new house.

"Shit!" Brian said. "How are we going to get dry?"

"We'll air dry eventually," Justin said with a chuckle.

"I don't want to wait. We need to get to the new place and see what kind of a disaster the movers have created," Brian said looking around for something to dry off with.

"I could lick you dry," Justin volunteered with a chuckle.

"As tempting as that is, I want to get to the house today."

"Wait," Justin said remembering something. He dashed out of the bathroom and returned quickly with a roll of paper towels.

"You've got to be kidding," Brian said staring at the object in Justin's hand.

"It's either this … or the air … or my tongue. Take your pick," Justin said pulling off some towels and beginning to wipe his chest and legs.

Reluctantly Brian followed suit. "This never happened," he said in a threatening voice as he wiped his balls and cock.

Justin giggled. "Another fine mess you and your dick have gotten us into, Ollie."

"Shut up, Stan, and get your fucking clothes on."

"Yes, Ollie," Justin responded with a giggle dropping the used paper towels and pulling on his jeans.

They dressed quickly. Justin gathered up the used paper towels to put in a garbage bag and down the chute. He wiped up the trail of water he had left on the hardwood when he went to get them. They walked to the loft door where they both stopped and turned around to look at the mostly empty loft. It seemed kind of sad with all their things gone except for the sofa and coffee table and the bedroom furniture.

"I'll miss it," Brian said with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"We lived here for a long time."

"Yeah," Brian agreed. He took a deep breath. "Let's go."

Justin linked his fingers through Brian's as they made their way out of the loft. They locked the door behind them knowing that they were leaving one way of life behind in the loft and moving on to a new one. They quietly began walking down the stairs, each wanting to prolong their time in the old building a little longer.

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When they arrived at the new house the moving van was pretty well empty. One of the men was still carrying boxes into the house. They had labeled everything with the room where the box or item should be deposited. They would unpack everything and begin making the house theirs as soon as the movers left.

Not long after the movers departed, the furniture store truck pulled into the driveway. It was bringing their mattress, the dining suite, and Gus' bedroom furniture. With great dispatch the driver and his helper had all the furniture set up in the appropriate rooms, and they even took all the packaging away.

"I can't believe we're actually here," Justin said as he closed the door behind them.

"And alone at last," Brian smirked.

"Behave now. We have work to do."

"We do?"

"Brian, the house is full of unpacked boxes. We … need to unpack them."

"Do we now?" Brian's arms came around his young lover and he pulled him into a long, deep kiss. "We have other work to do first."

"Like what?" Justin asked feeling his cock growing hard as Brian's hands wandered over his body.

"We have to christen each room. We should get started right now. Who knows how long it might take us."

"Briiiaaan, we need to unpack. There'll be lots of time for that later," Justin said. However, he didn't push away from Brian. He waited to see what Brian would do. If the man wanted to fuck, he could do that, in spite of the fact that that his ass had already had two good workouts this morning and it was barely noon.

"Okay," Brian said kissing his forehead, "but I expect my creative bottom to come up with some good ways to fuck without furniture."

"I'll think on it," Justin chuckled. "I'm hungry. How about you?"

"You're always hungry, but I could eat."

"One problem, we don't have any food."

Just then the doorbell rang. They both jumped not expecting anyone to find them there.

"Are any other deliveries supposed to be coming today?" Brian asked. He released Justin and walked to the door. He scrunched down to look through the peephole. "It's your mother," he mouthed.

"So let her in," Justin said hoping he would not regret that statement.

"Mother Taylor!" Brian said opening the door.

"Brian," she replied as she passed him by carrying bags and heading for the kitchen.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Justin asked.

"I figured you boys would be busy all day unpacking so I brought sandwiches for lunch and a casserole for dinner. I went to the grocery store and bought some basics so you can stock the refrigerator and keep body and soul together for a few days."

"I could have done that," Justin said lamely.

"I figured you'd be busy with other things," she said giving each of them a knowing glance.

Justin felt the color rise in his cheeks. This bold and somewhat brassy version of his mother was still a little hard to take at times.

"What do I owe you for the groceries?" Brian asked.

"Not a thing," Jennifer smiled. "With the commissions I made on this place and the loft, it's the least I could do for my two … sons."

Brian heard the hesitation, but her use of that term for both of them pleased him somewhere deep inside. He smiled fondly back at her.

"So, join us for lunch, mom," Justin said. "That is if you brought enough for all of us."

"Here," she said handing him a bag. He began opening the packets of sandwiches. I don't even know where the plates are," he said looking around.

"They're in one of these boxes," Brian said starting to read what they had labeled on each.

"Oh, a paper towel will do," Jennifer replied.

Justin blushed. "Um … we used up all the paper towels at the loft," Justin replied giving Brian a smirk.

The man glared back at him. Jennifer watched the interplay and decided maybe she didn't want to know.

"There's a new roll in the grocery bag. I thought you might need them, and they keep forever."

Justin quickly found them and they sat down at the table and chairs which they had brought from the loft to sit in the breakfast nook of the kitchen. The set looked quite nice there as Jennifer proceeded to tell them.

She had brought some cold bottles of water and beer from which they each made a selection, placing the rest in the fridge.

"Was it hard leaving the loft this morning?" she asked looking at Brian.

"Yeah," Justin replied for both of them. "Has the new guy moved in yet?"

"No, I'm meeting him at the loft at three o'clock. I need your keys," she said to Brian. "He'll probably change the locks anyway, but he'll need yours until he gets that done."

Brian took out his key ring and so did Justin. They removed the loft keys and the front door keys for the building on Tremont, handing them over to Jennifer.

"It's really over … the loft … and everything," Justin said a little shakily. Brian nodded but found he couldn't get his voice to work.

Jennifer took them and matter-of-factly placed them in an envelope she drew out of her purse. She dropped the envelope inside and closed the purse. Brian felt like a chapter of his life had just ended and he sucked in a deep breath. He hoped they were doing the right thing. He was banking everything on Justin.

"I'm surprised nobody's here helping you two move in," Jennifer said.

"Mom, we told you that we weren't telling anyone that we moved for now. We want to be alone and set the place up the way we want it … without anyone interfering."

"You mean me?" she asked arching her eyebrows.

Justin opened his mouth to deny that but Brian beat him to it. "You've been great about everything, Jennifer. Can you keep our secret a little longer? We'll tell people when we're ready."

Jennifer looked into Brian's eyes and nodded. She could refuse him nothing when he looked at her like that. "Of course," she said. "But what if they call the loft or go there?"

"Then the new owner will have a surprise," Brian said with a smirk. "Shit! Mikey has a key and so does Lindsay."

"I better make sure I tell the new owner to change the locks immediately," Jennifer said.

Brian nodded in agreement. "We kept the same phone number, so if they call it, we'll get it here. Usually I get most calls on the cell anyway."

"Why not just tell them?" Jennifer had to ask.

"Mom!" Justin said and she knew she better leave it.

"I'm finished with my sandwich," Jennifer said changing the subject. "Why don't I help you unpack a few boxes before I go to the loft? I could do the fridge."

"Um … mom, take the dishes. They're in these boxes here I think," Justin said quickly. He really didn't want her finding the poppers in the box for the fridge. She was much too inquisitive as it was. Dishes would be much safer for her to deal with.

"Sure, honey."

"Let's get to work, honey," Brian said in that silly falsetto voice he used sometimes. He pinched Justin who responded with a warning look. They all got to work unpacking things and choosing the best cupboard to store the items in.

Jennifer stayed for more than an hour. By the time she left, they had the kitchen all set up and everything stowed in convenient spots.

"I love this kitchen," Justin said as he came back in from seeing his mother to her car. He stood in the middle of the floor and turned around taking it all in.

"You have a kitchen fetish, don't you?" Brian asked watching him from where he was sitting, taking a break at the table.

"Huh?" Justin asked in bewilderment.

"It seems to me that the first thing you said in the loft was 'nice kitchen'."

Justin felt himself blushing. "Do you think this means that I secretly want to be the little housewife?"

"Is there any doubt?"

"Shit!" Justin didn't expect that answer form Brian.

"I'm teasing," Brian said seeing Justin's reaction. "I think it just means that you like to cook a helluva lot more than I do."

"Genghis Khan liked to cook more than you do," Justin chuckled.

"Is that an age crack?"

"If the Gucci fits."

Brian refused to be pissed. Today was too special for anything but happiness. "Or were you inferring that we should roast a pig over a pit in the backyard?"

"Hey, that's what we need to buy … a barbecue!"

Brian groaned. "Can we hold off for a day or two?"

"But once we tell everyone we could have a cookout in the backyard. It might even be warm enough to swim."

"That's something else I have to find out about," Brian said. "I wonder who the pool company is that looks after that fucking thing … and how much it costs."

"Brian?" Justin frowned. "Are we all right … financially?"

"Yes Sunshine, we're fine, but let's not overdo it for a bit."

"Whatever you say, big guy," Justin said sliding onto Brian's lap.

"Maybe we could look for a barbecue next week," Brian whispered in Justin's ear as he nibbled at his lover's neck.

"You are a big softie," Justin said giving him a quick kiss. He tried to stand up and get back to unpacking. Brian held him in his lap.

"Something's not soft," Brian said. Justin could feel Brian's hard cock pushing against his ass.

"So I see, um, feel. Want to christen the kitchen?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Some time later they lay sprawled across the table, Brian on top of Justin. Their orgasms had been intense.

"Nothing like a new locale to spice things up a little," Brian groaned as he raised his head to look into Justin's eyes.

"Did we need spicing up?"

"Um … no, but it's different doing it here."

"Different how?" Justin asked.

"I don't know. It just feels … different."

"That this is just you and me … and no one else?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," Brian whispered nuzzling the neck beneath him.

"If we go unpack the bedroom we could try out our new mattress."

"We could do that without unpacking," Brian said suggestively.

"We need to make up the bed so we can sleep later."

"I'm not tired."

"But you will be … we will be."

"Not for hours and hours."

Justin giggled. "Come on, honey. We have work to do." He grabbed Brian's hand and pulled him to his feet.

Brian allowed himself to be pulled naked along behind Justin. He knew he'd get what he wanted one way or another. If he had to work a bit first, that was a small price to pay. Once in the bedroom, Justin found the box with the sheets and duvet. He and Brian quickly made up their makeshift bed. When Justin tried to open another box, Brian was all over him. He couldn't help but giggle as Brian nipped at his neck and tweaked his nipples, both of them still naked from their activities in the kitchen.

"Brian, please," Justin panted. "I have to find something."

"What could possibly be more important than my dick in your ass?"

"Let go and I'll show you," Justin said pushing Brian away.

Brian relented and stood back watching Justin rummage through the boxes obviously looking for something.

"Aha," Justin cried finally.

Brian watched him lift something covered in a towel out of one of the boxes. "What is it?" Brian asked not recognizing anything he had packed that looked like that.

"You'll see," Justin said moving over to the niche recessed into the wall opposite where they had told the delivery men to set up the mattress on the floor. Brian knew then what Justin was doing. Carefully Justin unwrapped the towel and placed his sculpture, the one with the intertwining hearts and their rings dangling inside, into the niche. It fit perfectly, just the right size. "It looks perfect there," Justin said standing back and admiring the new showcase for his work.

"Perfect," Brian whispered as he came up behind him.

"Now we can fuck," Justin said turning to kiss Brian. "I like to look at it after we've made love."

"Me too," Brian admitted softly as he pulled Justin into his embrace. "Our first time on the new mattress and in our new bedroom."

"The first of many," Justin said leading them to the mattress.

They both sank down onto the soft surface. The first kiss went on and on neither wanting it to end. They made love slowly caressing and kissing and touching every possible part. When they were finally finished, Justin lay back with Brian cradling him against his chest. They both looked over at the sculpture.

"We made the right decision," Brian said softly.

Justin's smile was radiant. "Yeah," he whispered as his mouth sought Brian's once more.

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