Image Is Everything

Chapter Twelve

When the plane landed they found that Mark had sent a driver to meet them. He was holding a sign that said Taylor/Kinney. Justin grinned when he saw it. He liked the way their names fit together on the piece of paper.

"What are you grinning at?" Brian asked.

"Nothing," Justin said wiping the smile off his face.

"You like top billing, don't you?" Brian asked with the twinkle in his eye.

"Yeah," Justin replied with a giggle.

Brian liked the sound of Justin being happy. He hadn't seen much of that lately. He wanted the young man to enjoy this Mexican holiday, because even if it was technically work, it would still be a vacation from the mundane boring life in Pittsburgh.

He had intended to stay angry at Justin a little longer. He was ticked off that Justin had chosen to spend that extra time with his boyfriend. He could see the writing on the wall for that relationship, ring or no ring. Justin was far too bright and adventurous to remain trapped in a limiting arrangement with the fiddler. There was no way that Justin would have asked Brian to fuck him if he was happy with his boyfriend.

They got into the car and began the drive to Mark's house. Brian knew it would probably be a great place. Mark had excellent taste and had made a ton of money from his clothing lines over the last couple of years.

The hacienda proved to be all Brian had thought it would, and more. It was a huge sprawling complex covered in adobe much the color of the cliff it perched on. When they entered the building they found a large foyer full of flowers. They were greeted by the housekeeper, Pilar. She showed them to their rooms. Everything was on one floor that covered the top of the outcropping of land on which it sat. They were in rooms that adjoined. Brian made note of that fact as he went in to unpack.

His room was large and cool with a walkout to the pool. Justin's would be much the same since they were on the same side of the hall. Brian hung up his clothes noting that Pilar had already hung the clothes for the shoot in his closet. She must have pressed them as well as they were all crisp and tidy looking.

"Brian," Justin said tapping at his half open door.

"Come in."

"Are you nearly done?" Brian nodded as he hung up his last set of clothes. "I wondered if you would go exploring with me."

"Um … sure," Brian replied not sure what Justin meant by exploring. He followed Justin down the hall to the foyer. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere in particular. I just want to look around."

They walked into the living room which was a big open space with lots of windows looking out on a spectacular view of the ocean.

"Wow!" Justin said. "What a view!"

"Certainly is," Brian responded, impressed in spite of himself.

"Let's go outside," Justin said taking Brian's hand and leading him out onto the terrace that overlooked the ocean. Brian had to admit he liked the feel of his hand in Justin's. They stood looking out to the sea. "It's so beautiful."

"Yeah," Brian agreed, "beautiful." He was staring at Justin.

"Look," Justin said pointing. "There's a stairway down to the beach. Let's go."

"Shouldn't we change into something a little cooler?" Brian asked noting their jeans and shoes and sweaters.

"Oh, I suppose," Justin said looking longingly at the ocean.

"Let's get Pilar to make some lunch, change our clothes and then head down."

"Okay," Justin agreed liking Brian's plan and the promise that they would go together later. His stomach took that moment to rumble ominously indicating that he was indeed hungry.

Pilar was one step ahead of them having laid out sandwiches and drinks in the breakfast nook off the kitchen. They thanked her and dug in. She was as good a cook as she appeared to be a housekeeper.

"Is the beach safe for swimming?" Justin asked her.

"If you don't go too far that way," she said pointing. "Farther down the beach the undertow is stronger. Are you both good swimmers?" They nodded. "Then you should be fine. There's a shower at the bottom of the stairs so you can rinse the salt water off."

"Mr. Phillips thinks of everything," Brian observed. Pilar nodded.

"Is he joining us this week?" Justin asked. Brian was impressed with Justin's manners and the way he could talk to anyone he met. It had taken him many years to appear so free and easy around strangers. It was an image he had carefully cultivated - the 'I don't give a shit and you can't intimidate me' image. Justin had the ability to talk to people easily already, only Brian suspected that wasn't an image, it was merely Justin's nature.

They finished eating and went to change. Justin appeared in a T-shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans that apparently had been too tight before they were chopped off. They accentuated what was trapped inside. Brian blinked telling his cock to behave. Brian wore khaki shorts and a gauzy shirt that revealed his chest completely. He saw Justin staring at him and then the boy licked his lips.

"Soon," Brian thought. "Let's go," he said with a grin.

"There's a basket of towels on the terrace," Pilar said as they went through the living room. She noted that neither of them was wearing a bathing suit. She gave a little grin as they called a thank you and disappeared out the door.

They made their way down the stairs stopping several times to admire the view. A cool breeze blew in from the water and the afternoon sun beat down. When they reached the bottom they stopped again to look at the water.

"Do you think it's cold?" Justin asked.

"Let's see."

They both kicked off their sandals and walked to the edge of the water to stick their toe in. It was pretty cold.

"Want to go in?" Justin asked.

"Maybe later," Brian said. "I had something else in mind first."

"Um … what?" Justin asked licking his lips and watching as Brian laid out his towel on the sand.

"Won't Pilar be able to see us?" Justin asked knowing that he was finally going to get his wish. Brian was going to fuck him.

"Would that matter?" Brian asked tongue in cheek. Justin knew that at the moment he didn't care. He could feel his cock trying to rise inside the tight shorts. He shook his head. "Besides," Brian added. "Look up." Justin looked up. Can you see the house from here?" Justin shook his head. "Then nobody from up there can see us." Justin smiled. Apparently Brian thought of everything. He watched as Brian pulled a handful of condoms and a tube of lube from his shorts pocket.

"All those?" Justin asked his eyes very wide,

"We'll see," Brian smirked. Justin giggled nervously. "Come here."

Brian dropped the lube and condoms on the sand by the towel. Justin walked slowly towards him and once again they were in each other's arms, exactly where they had been longing to be.

The first kiss was soft and sweet. Justin felt himself melt against Brian. He loved kissing this man. His lips were so soft, yet firm, and his tongue and what he could do with it. The kiss ended and Brian pushed him away a little bit. Justin looked at Brian from startled eyes.

"I want you to be sure about this," Brian said wondering why he was asking such a thing. He usually just took what he wanted without thought about what the other person might need. They always wanted him. That was enough.

When Justin nodded Brian kissed him in earnest. Brian's tongue probed into Justin's mouth and the kiss raised each of their body temperatures by twenty degrees in the hot Mexican sun. Justin felt like he was going to burst into flames. And in a sense he was. His cock screamed to escape the tight shorts. He whimpered into Brian's mouth.

Brian pushed him away. He pulled Justin's T-shirt over his head. And unzipped the jean shorts. Justin moaned as he felt his cock rise to full length finally freed from its tight confinement. Justin stepped forward and slid the gauze shirt from Brian's shoulders. Brian stood still pleased that Justin was taking the initiative and confirming that he was doing this willingly.

When they both stood naked, Brian looked into Justin's eyes seeing the raw need they contained. He dropped to his knees taking Justin's throbbing cock into his mouth determined to finish what he had started a week ago. He heard Justin whimper at his touch. His tongue tasted precum already bubbling from the boy's slit. It was fresh and salty and sweet just like the man himself. He knew a good flick of his tongue would finish Justin off. He pushed Justin's hips away slightly and used the precum to lube the sides of the purple member. Justin's hands wove through Brian's hair holding on for dear life.

"I want you," Justin whispered.

Brian looked up at the beautiful blond. His response was to take all of Justin's length into his mouth. With a few sure pulls and licks the boy was coming in his mouth. Justin gasped and wobbled above Brian. Brian held tight to his hips as he milked the jizz and kept him upright. When Justin finally stopped shooting Brian stood and cradled the slim body against his own. He ran his hand along Justin's cheek and raised his chin to kiss him once again.

"That was … unbelievable," Justin whispered as his eyes fluttered open to look into Brian's.

"We've barely started," Brian grinned. He gently pushed Justin down onto the towel all the while running his hands over the smooth flesh. The boy was already hard again and Brian was aching for release. "Ready for phase two?" Brian asked with a grin.

Justin nodded, his eyes very large. Brian began kissing along Justin's jaw, down his throat, across his collarbone, around each nipple, over and in his navel and down the soft happy trail. Justin whimpered and moaned the whole time, his senses on overload. He felt Brian lift up and heard the tear of a condom package. He knew Brian would be sheathing himself. His hand reached out to touch Brian's arm. The man looked at him questioningly.

"Take it easy," Justin asked. "I've never done this before."

"What about Ian?" Brian asked with a frown.

"We never…" Justin said with a funny grin.

"Oh?"

"I don't know why…"

"Don't explain."

Brian began kissing him again. He reached for the lube and squeezed some onto Justin's pucker. He worked it around with his fingers feeling the muscles spasm as his fingers passed over. Gently he probed the ring of muscle with one finger. He felt Justin's hole grab his finger and try to expel it. He worked a second finger in watching Justin's eyes widen and hearing his breath come in short spurts. He scissored his fingers opening the tight ring of muscle preparing it to take his much larger girth.

He leaned in and kissed Justin's stomach. He felt the muscles spasm in fear and expectation.

"It'll be all right. Put your knees on my shoulders."

Justin did as instructed staring unfalteringly into the hazel eyes. Brian rose up folding Justin in half and exposing the freshly opened pucker to full view. Brian positioned his cock.

"Ready?" he asked.

Justin nodded and tried to smile. Brian could feel his trepidation. He pushed forward breaching the first ring of muscle. Justin whimpered and closed his eyes in pain.

"It hurts," he gasped.

"That's part of it. Try to relax."

He waited and then pressed forward opening and filling this young man who had so unexpectedly come into his life. He waited again until he felt Justin move. He pushed the rest of the way in until they were one … completely. He stayed still savoring the silken warmth of Justin's channel and the tight pressure of a virgin ass. He leaned in and kissed Justin's full lips. The young man smiled up at him innocently and lustily when he released his lips.

Justin was overwhelmed by this feeling of completion. He and Ethan did each other but never this. This was something totally different. He and Brian fit together so perfectly like they were designed for one another. He bucked his hips against Brian wanting more, wanting it all.

Brian drew back and then thrust forward. Justin gasped but Brian could feel him clench his muscles around the dick so far up his ass. Brian found a steady rhythm that seemed to suit both of them. He pounded in and out driving them both towards that ultimate release that had been denied them for too long.

With a final thrust Brian exploded into the condom. He felt Justin begin to shoot at the same time and they rode out their orgasms together. Brian felt the world tilt precariously close to total anarchy. The rush of heat and feelings and completion and love that swept through him was almost more than he could bear. And somehow he knew Justin was feeling it too.

"Oh fuck, Justin," he gasped.

"I love you too, Brian," Justin moaned as he clutched Brian against him keeping them joined as one.

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