Image Is Everything

Chapter Thirteen

The hot Mexican sun beat down on them. Brian was still lying sprawled across Justin, the little aftershocks of his orgasm still rolling through him. His softening cock was still embedded in the blond. He wanted to stay there forever.

He felt Justin try to take in a deep breath and realized he was probably crushing the boy. He shifted and felt his dick slide out. He removed the condom before he ventured a look at Justin. The blue eyes stared at him with wonder and happiness and something else … love. Brian blinked. He wasn't sure that was what he wanted to see at the moment.

"You all right?" Brian asked. He had no idea why he was asking that. It had rarely mattered before.

"Awesome," was the reply. If Brian didn't know better, he would say that was sheer joy written across the beautiful face. "Can we do that again?"

Brian snorted and picked up a few of the condoms tossing them at the naïf young man.

"Right," Justin said with a giggle. He was such an idiot sometimes.

Brian felt his cock start to rise at the giggle. He was learning to love that sound. "Let's hit the water first," Brian suggested. He stood up and started to pull Justin to his feet. Justin resisted at first and then allowed himself to be yanked up and against Brian's body. He immediately found Brian's lips, his hands raking up and down the man's spine, as his lips chewed on Brian's. He rubbed his erect cock against Brian's and they both dropped back to their knees ready for round two.

Justin laid back pulling Brian back on top of him. He loved the weight of the man pinning him in place. It was just right. He sighed and started another long, languorous kiss.

Brian was hard as soon as Justin's body made contact with his, not that he ever had trouble getting hard. But there was something about this boy. He was so eager and ingenuous. He gave himself completely to what he was feeling … and to Brian. Brian wasn't sure that he had ever experienced anything quite like this, quite like Justin.

The kiss had them both fully aroused. Brian flipped Justin onto his stomach and entered him from behind. Justin cried out his pleasure, still open from their previous activities. There was little pain this time, just all consuming pleasure, especially when Brian stroked him off as he rode him mercilessly. Their orgasms were just as intense this time and they each knew that they wanted more.

Two more condoms were required before they finally took a dip in the ocean. The water was cold after being in the hot sun. They splashed and dove and tried to body surf. They laughed and dunked each other and had a good time. Stolen kisses filled the moments when they touched. When they finally came out of the water they were tired and chilled.

They lay wet and naked on their towels basking in the sun. Brian warned Justin that he should not get too much sun. A lobster colored model just wouldn't cut it. Justin's answer was for Brian to lie on top of him and protect him from the merciless Mexican sun. Brian of course was happy to oblige and they made love once more.

As Brian pounded into the willing and delicious body beneath him he could feel the water flowing over his feet. He had a fleeting thought that he should do something about that, but coherent thought quickly became impossible as he shot his load up Justin's tight ass. They lay entwined together merely trying to breathe and exist on the planet Earth, something that seemed suddenly so difficult.

Brian felt the water wash over his ass. He raised his head as he realized the tide was coming in and rolling over them. "Justin," he whispered. Justin opened those glorious blue eyes and looked lovingly at Brian. "We need to move or we'll be swept out to sea."

"I've already been swept away," Justin whispered with a grin. He pulled Brian's head down to kiss him once again. Passion filled them as the water continued to rush in and over them.

"This is like 'From Here to Eternity'," Brian said sitting up suddenly.

Justin giggled. "Yeah, I've seen that old movie."

"Come on," Brian said pulling Justin up. "I can't fuck you anymore."

Justin stared at Brian. "Why?"

"The condoms have all washed out to sea."

Justin giggled, then looked serious. "You have more, don't you?"

Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek and nodded. "In the bedroom," he added, earning a sunshine smile from the young man.

Brian took Justin's hand and they walked to the shower spout at the bottom of the stairs. They stood under it for a few minutes. Justin felt his ass and the slow burn that was still there. He fished the sand out of his crack while Brian watched in amusement.

"It's not funny," Justin protested. "I have sand in places I never knew I could have sand."

"Just one of the trials of being a perfect bottom," Brian said without thinking. He immediately wondered what had possessed him to say those words. He never called anyone perfect, except maybe himself in his best Armani. But this boy, this man, this creature was about as close to perfect as anything he had ever seen. Justin's fabulous smile was beaming back at him when he glanced up at the boy.

"Fuck!" Brian said looking back at the beach.

"What?"

"Our clothes are gone too."

"And the towels," Justin groaned.

"I guess Pilar is going to get an eyeful when we go back up."

"Like this?" Justin asked blushing.

"Come on. I'll protect you," Brian said taking Justin's hand. They began the climb up the stairs.

Pilar was nowhere to be seen when they reached the terrace. Hand in hand they scampered across the open space and through the living room, naked, with Justin giggling like a schoolboy. They thought they had returned unnoticed, but they hadn't seen Pilar dusting in a corner. She smiled fondly as they hustled through the living room and down the hall. They were beautiful together.

Brian pulled Justin into his bedroom and pressed the boy against the closed door. His lips captured those of the blond and he ground his hips against him. They gasped and panted as hands skimmed skin and squeezed in all the right places.

Brian couldn't remember the last time that a man had had this effect on him. He had fucked Justin multiple times already, and he could barely wait to do it again. The man did something unbelievable to his body, to his soul, to his heart. He wondered if he would ever get enough of Justin Taylor.

Justin moaned into Brian's mouth causing the photographer to refocus on the delectable bundle in his arms. Brian began to walk them towards the bed. He released Justin long enough to throw back the spread. He toppled Justin onto his back, grabbed a condom from the nightstand where he had placed them in anticipation of this happening later in the evening, and was back inside the blond before either could take a breath.

Justin clung to Brian giving as good as he got. He held tight to Brian's arms as the man plowed into him. This time it was hard and needy. Each time they had fucked had been slightly different. Justin wondered how many variations they could come up with. He was more than willing to try them all.

He heard Brian groan and whisper his name. Brian's hand found Justin's cock and jerked him off. When they came, the world stopped for a split second and Justin was sure for that one moment in time that nothing could be more right or more perfect in the universe than their union.

He felt Brian shift and roll against him. He pressed his body tight against the larger one. Brian's hand dropped gently onto his thigh. He laced his fingers through Brian's and they drifted off to sleep.

When Brian awoke the sun was low in the sky. The clock said 8:15 and he realized Pilar was tapping on his door.

"Mr. Brian," she repeated.

He slid out of the bed trying not to waken Justin. He padded over to the door and staying behind it, he cracked it enough to speak to her.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "I was worried about sunstroke."

"We're fine."

"Good. Dinner is ready whenever you want it," she added.

"Half hour?"

"Certainly, sir," she replied with a small smile. He closed the door.

Brian turned to see his naked angel still asleep in the big bed. He could feel his cock start to rise. Jesus, he couldn't remember how many times he had fucked Justin already today, and his dick still wanted more. Truthfully every part and every facet of his being wanted more. He shook his head in wonder. He had no idea what he had started a few hours ago.

He slid back into the bed and against the pale skin. Justin's nose was looking a little red and he hoped the boy hadn't got a burn down on the beach. He reached across Justin to the nightstand where his sunscreen sat. He squirted a bit on his fingers and began to gently spread it across Justin's nose and cheeks. The boy began to squirm and his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey," he said with a lovely smile and a big stretch. Brian put an extra dab of sunscreen on his nose for emphasis. "What are you doing?" Justin asked wrinkling his nose.

"Your nose is a little red. I hope you don't have a bad burn."

"I had on sunblock 4.5 million. My mother warned me within an inch of my life to be careful."

"Mother knows best," Brian said, not that his fucking mother did.

"What time is it?" Justin asked looking for the clock.

"Dinner time," Brian replied.

"Good, I'm hungry. You gave me quite a workout," Justin admitted.

Brian snorted. "Speaking of workouts," he grinned lasciviously at Justin.

Justin chuckled and started to get up. He grimaced as his sore ass met the edge of the bed. "Um…" He sucked in his lips.

"A little tender?" Brian asked helping him to stand.

Justin nodded. "It feels like you're still in there," Justin said shyly.

Brian held him close. "That's the only place I want to be."

Justin smiled up at him earning a soft kiss. "Later," Justin whispered.

"Later."

Brian convinced Justin to wear one of the sweater and pant outfits from Mark's line. He wanted to take some preliminary photos in the hacienda. He thought it had a lot of potential for the shoot.

Justin ate carefully not wanting to get anything on his clothes. Pilar was an excellent cook. When they finished dinner Brian told Justin to stand beside the table that Pilar had just cleared. Candles still burned in their holders on the table. They gave a warm glow to Justin's complexion already flushed from the afternoon sun.

Brian adjusted his camera to the low light and began snapping. Justin followed all of his instructions and carried himself like a professional model. Brian thought he had gotten some great shots. When he was finished they took a glass of wine and sat on the sofa looking out to the sea. They could hear the breakers rolling in on the beach.

"Perfection," Justin said with along sigh.

"It's been a good day," Brian smiled at him. "Tomorrow we start work in earnest."

"This has been about the best day in my whole life," Justin stated.

"Mine too," Brian thought. "You know," Brian began, "you have a natural talent for modeling. Jon Holstrom will be pleased."

Justin beamed at him. "He's the photographer that's going to shoot us together?" Brian nodded. "What's he like?"

"Let's say that if you weren't a natural, he'd be merciless."

"Oh! Is he scary?"

"I'll protect you," Brian said for the second time that day. What was it about this man that brought out these warm, caring, protective feelings?

Justin smiled that wonderful smile.

"Bedtime," Brian said standing.

"I'm not sleepy," Justin replied.

"Who said anything about sleeping?"

"Oh," Justin said as the light dawned. "Do you have enough condoms?" he asked coyly.

Brian nodded. "But I may have to break into a second box," he said with an evil grin.

Justin giggled but his eyes were very large.

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