Sour and Sweet

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When the alarm went off the next morning, Brian found arms and legs wrapped around him, and a blond head resting on his chest.  Blue eyes looked up at him.

 

“Morning, Sunshine,” he said, and Justin smiled at him.

 

“Am I really here?” Justin asked.

 

“You feel pretty solid for an apparition,” said Brian, pinching him in several tender places.

 

“Ow, ow!  Stop it!  It is real.  I’m sorry I asked.”

 

“Don’t be sorry, about anything.  Are you glad you’re here?”

 

“Want me to prove it?”  Justin grabbed Brian’s semi-hard cock.

 

“Isn’t half a trillion fucks enough for you?” Brian teased.

 

“We never got to half a trillion.”

 

“I did my best, but you needed some rest.”

 

“You are so full of yourself!”  Justin laughed.

 

“I think I was full of you a couple of times last night.”

 

“Yeah.  That was nice.”

 

“I’m not sure I can walk.  Want to help an old man to the shower?” Brian asked.

 

“We can lean on each other.”

 

“Come on.”

 

Brian pulled Justin up from the bed.  He put his arm around Justin’s shoulder, and they staggered into the bathroom.  Brian turned the water on.

 

“I think we need to christen the shower with a good morning fuck.  What do you say?” Brian asked.

 

“We’ve fucked in there lots of times," Justin said.

 

“But not in our new and improved state of being.”

 

“True,” Justin agreed.  “I’m ready.”

 

They stepped in under the warm spray.  Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and pressed him to his chest.  He held him like that for several minutes.

 

Justin looked up at him.  He thought he saw tears in Brian’s eyes, but he couldn’t be sure.

 

“I thought you wanted to fuck,” Justin said softly.

 

“This is good.  Just like this,” Brian replied.

 

“Yeah,” Justin agreed.  Finally he said, “We’ll never get the dried cum off our chests, if you don’t make some space for the water to get through.”

 

“You sure know how to kill a romantic moment,” Brian teased.

 

“Somebody has to be practical.  We need to get clean before the hot water runs out.”

 

“All right.”  Brian let him go with some regret.  He took the soap and began to lather Justin’s chest.  Justin reciprocated.  When they had worked their way down a little farther, Justin looked up, batted his eyes at Brian and turned around.  His ass gave a sexy wiggle, and Brian laughed.

 

“Shameless,” he said.

 

Soapy fingers spread Justin’s hole, getting him ready.  Brian got a condom from the soap dish, and started to put it on. 

 

“Always prepared,” Justin observed.

 

“Like a good boy scout.”

 

“You were never a boy scout.”

 

“No, but I’ve done a couple of troop leaders.”

 

“Have you done anybody else in the shower, since I’ve been gone?”  Justin tried to make the question sound nonchalant.

 

“No, I haven’t,” Brian said seriously.  “This place is for me and you - only.”

 

Justin leaned back against Brian, and he felt Brian’s cock pressing against his ass.  He turned his head and gave Brian a soft, lingering kiss.  “Make love to me,” he asked.

 

Brian looked at him and wrapped his arms around Justin’s chest.  He gently bent him over and positioned his cock.  He pushed in a little at a time until Justin was fully impaled.  He loved the little gasp that elicited.  He stood still for a minute, savoring the tight warmth inside Justin.  He leaned his head against Justin’s neck.

 

“Want to stay like this forever?” he asked.

 

“Can we?”

 

“I wish,” Brian whispered.  “Unfortunately that tight little hole of yours has other ideas.”

 

They both started moving, Brian thrusting forward and Justin leaning back into each stroke.  They found that rhythm that was so natural to them, and their orgasms weren’t long in coming.

 

As they leaned against the glass, waiting for their breathing to return to normal, Brian said, “We should start every day like this.”

 

“That would be nice,” Justin agreed.

 

Brian turned him around and kissed him hard, squeezing their bodies together.

 

“You’re going to crush me,” Justin said.

 

“I can’t get close enough to you.”

 

“I know.  I feel the same way.”

 

“I guess we better actually get cleaned up.  I suppose I have to go to work, although I’d much rather stay in the shower with you.”

 

“The hot water’s going to run out anyway,” Justin observed sadly.  “I don’t want you to go.”

 

Brian shut the water off and stepped out.  He handed Justin a towel.

 

“I’d dry you off, but that would lead to other things, and then we’d need another shower,” said Brian, smiling at him.

 

“Vicious circle, isn’t it,” Justin said, smiling back.

 

“A man’s work is never done.”

 

“That was work?”

 

“I’ve been training my whole life to perform like that.”

 

Justin laughed, “I think you’ve earned your masters papers over the last twelve hours.”

 

“So I have the Justin Taylor seal of approval?” Brian asked.

 

“Most definitely!  We better get dressed or you’ll be late for work.”

 

Finally dressed, they had no time for breakfast.  They grabbed a quick glass of juice and hurried out.  Brian dropped Justin at PIFA.  They had agreed to meet for lunch at a cafe near the institute.

 

As Brian drove away, he watched Justin in the rearview mirror.  Justin waved and disappeared into the building.  Brian smiled to himself.  Last night and this morning had been better than he could have imagined.  He felt whole and happy.  He hit the play button on the CD and “You Are My Sunshine” began.  It had never sounded better.

 

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Brian saw Justin sitting at an outdoor table at the cafe.  He leaned over and kissed him.

 

“I ordered us a couple of salads,” Justin said.  “I didn’t know how much time you would have.”

 

“Sounds good,” Brian said, as he sat down.

 

The salads arrived right away.  They weren’t bad.

 

“Have you got your belongings from Ethan’s yet?” Brian asked.

 

“I took a few things to Debbie’s with me when we called it quits, but there’s still some stuff over there.  I guess I’ll have to see Ethan and arrange to get it.”

 

“Is that going to be a problem?  Do you want me to go with you?”

 

“No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.  You’d set him off.  I’ll arrange it soon.”

 

“What did you tell Deb about where you were last night?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“What do you mean, nothing?  I’m surprised we didn’t get a call from her, looking for you.”

 

“I had already told her I was going to spend the night at my mother’s.”

 

“You mean you knew you were coming to the loft with me?  And you let me suffer, thinking you would make me stop, and not let me fuck you?”

 

“Yes,” Justin said, rather sheepishly.

 

“Little shit!” Brian said.

 

“I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I figured we’d get a lot of things settled at dinner.”

 

“And they call me a control freak!  What else have you got arranged?”

 

“Don’t be mad, but I’ve arranged to stay at Deb’s for a couple of weeks.”

 

“Why?” Brian asked, not at all pleased.  “I asked you to move into the loft.  I thought you wanted to.”

 

“I do, but I think we need to go slow.  Last night was wonderful, but we can’t have sex 24 hours a day?”

 

“Why not?” Brian smirked.

 

“Be serious.  We need to work out how things will be.  Not rules exactly, but what we can and cannot tolerate.”

 

“Rules didn’t work the last time.”

 

“I know, so we need to figure out a better way.”

 

“Like what?’

 

“I don’t know for sure, but we each need to think about what we want and what we’ll tolerate from the other one.”

 

“I don’t know if I can be monogamous,” Brian admitted.

 

“I haven’t asked you to be.”

 

“But you might.”

 

“Brian, I know what you’re like, and look at what I did.  I don’t think monogamy is feasible for us.  We have to learn to talk to each other.  Tricks don’t really bother me, if I don’t have to watch, and I’ll never let things get so bad again that I have to turn to someone like Ethan.”

 

“How can you be sure of that?”

 

“Because I’m going to tell you if I’m sad or miserable, and I want you to do the same.  Then we can fix it, without turning to someone else for emotional support.”

 

“Okay.  That makes sense.”

 

“See, it’s not so hard to work this out.”

 

“Are we done yet?”

 

“No, Brian.”

 

“Can I fuck you tonight?”

 

“Yes, Brian.”

 

“Will you stay all night?”

 

“No, Brian.”

 

“But how are we ever going to get to a trillion, if I have to take you back to Deb’s all the time?”

 

“Don’t worry.  We’ll work on it every day,” Justin said solemnly, and then giggled.

 

“Promise?”

 

“Promise.”

 

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After work Brian picked up Justin, and they stopped to get some Chinese food on the way to the loft.

 

Brian sat on the couch and Justin sat on the floor next to him, both eating off the coffee table.  They ate mostly in silence, making small talk occasionally.  When they were pretty well finished, Brian got up and walked over to the stereo.  He pushed play and “You Are My Sunshine" started to play.

 

Justin looked up, puzzled.  “When did you start listening to country music?” he asked.

 

“Don’t talk. Listen,” Brian ordered.

 

Justin was going to make a comment about Trucker Brian, but one look at Brian’s face and he thought better of it.  Brian was very serious.  This must be something important.  He thought he better listen, and carefully.

 

Brian watched Justin’s face as the song played.  At first he looked bewildered.  'He probably thinks I’m going to take him to Dollywood or on a Deliverance trek down a river in Mississippi,' Brian thought.  Part way through the song, Brian saw a change in Justin’s face.  There was a bit of a smile and then a kind of sadness.  'I wonder what he’s thinking,' Brian mused.

 

When the song ended, Brian turned off the stereo.

 

“What do you think?” he asked.

 

“It’s us,” Justin said simply.  “How did you ever find it?  I thought you hated country music.”

 

“I do.  It came to me totally by accident.  Some day I’ll tell you the story.  When I listened to the whole song, it was like the composer had written it just for me.  You are my Sunshine, Justin.  I bet I’ve played this song a thousand times since you left.  It kept me sane.  It said all the things I was feeling and couldn’t verbalize.  It gave me hope that you might come back.”

 

“I’m back now!”  Justin pulled Brian onto the couch and climbed on top of him, kissing all over his face.

 

“You’re not really back.  I want you to stay here permanently.  Don’t go back to Deb’s.”

 

“I thought we settled this.  We’re going to take it slow.”

 

“You settled it.  I didn’t have any say.”  He pushed Justin off him.

 

“But I thought you agreed.”

 

“I don’t like it.  I want you here.  I sleep much better when you’re beside me, or on top of me,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

 

“You sleep better because I wear you out.”  Justin giggled.

 

“That too.”

 

“I can still wear you out before I go to Debbie’s.”

 

“It’s not the same.”

 

“I know, but it’s only for a while, till we work everything out.”

 

“So you’re not going to stay?”

 

“No.”

 

“Shit!  I thought if we discussed this, you’d come around.”

 

“I’m glad you told me how you feel, and I’m glad you want me here.  This is a big improvement over how you would have handled this before.  You would have closed up, suffered without saying anything, and shut me out.”

 

“But it hasn’t changed anything.”

 

“Yes, it has.  I know you want me.  It makes me want to get things straightened out that much faster.”

 

“But you won’t stay.”

 

“No, not yet.”

 

“Shit!”

 

“Brian, communication doesn’t mean that you get your way.”

 

“Well, it should.”

 

“Selfish bugger!”

 

“What good is communication, if I can’t convince you to stay?”

 

“It’s good because we know where we stand.  These are the kinds of things we still have to settle.  I’m not going to give in to you all the time the way I used to.  I’m not the scared little teenager that fell in love with you.  I want to be treated like an equal.  We have to come to agreements that we both can live with.”

 

“Okay, I guess.  I see what you mean.  I’ll keep trying, and we will work this out,” Brian said with a big sigh.

 

“Good.  Don’t shut me out, and everything will fall into place.”

 

“Like you into my lap,” said Brian, pulling Justin back on top of him.  “I’m ready to be worn out.”  He smiled that killer Kinney smile.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Justin wanted to know.

 

“Permission to come aboard,” Brian said, sounding very navy.

 

“Aye, aye, sir!  Permission granted.”  Justin saluted.

 

Brian pushed Justin back on the couch and climbed on top of him.  He rubbed his crotch against Justin’s, loving the friction.  His hands roamed all over Justin’s body, as he removed pieces of clothing.  His tongue and lips attacked Justin’s nipples, sucking and tugging, until Justin begged for more.

 

Brian was still rubbing their crotches together, and his penis was becoming uncomfortably hard.  He stood up to remove his clothing, and Justin got rid of the rest of his.  When Brian pushed his trousers and underwear down, he saw Justin staring at him with a playful look on his face.

 

“What are you planning?” Brian asked, intrigued.

 

“I’m still kind of hungry, and there’s some sweet and sour sauce left.”

 

Brian looked at him.  Justin grinned and spread his t-shirt out on the couch.

 

“Sit on it,” Justin ordered.

 

Brian decided to humor him.  He sat on the shirt, leaning back against the arm of the sofa.  His swollen penis bounced against his stomach.    Justin leaned over and gave it a kiss on the tip.  Brian’s stomach flipped.  'Christ, he can almost make me come from that little kiss,' Brian thought.  'I am so fucked.'

 

Justin smiled his sunshine smile.  He picked up the container of sweet and sour sauce.

 

“What are you going to do?” Brian asked.

 

“Don’t worry.  It’s not hot.  Barely warm.”  He drizzled it over Brian’s cock.

 

“Umm,” Brian groaned, liking the sensation.

 

Justin’s mouth wasn’t far behind.  He used his closed lips to spread the sauce all over Brian’s penis.  Then he started lapping it up, tonguing and sucking all over the cock.  Brian thought he was going to explode or implode or self-combust.  His hips bucked up involuntarily into Justin’s face.  He wanted to scream.

 

Justin sucked his cock back into his throat, and Brian did scream, “Oh my God, Justin!”

 

Justin stopped for a minute, and looked up at him.  His face was covered in sweet and sour sauce and he looked adorable.

 

“Don’t stop now!” Brian ordered.

 

“Aye, aye, sir!”

 

His mouth attached itself to Brian’s penis, and began devouring it again.  Brian felt like he was going to burst, and he began to pump his hips, as he reached a shattering orgasm.  Justin swallowed, as Brian pumped his cum into his mouth.

 

Brian fell back against the couch, exhausted and sated.

 

“Sweet,” was all he was able to whisper.

 

Justin leaned over him, his face now covered in sweet and sour sauce and cum.  He kissed Brian, transferring some of the mixture into Brian’s mouth.  Their tongues dueled as Justin pressed his face into Brian’s.

 

“Quite a tasty concoction,” Brian whispered between kisses.

 

Justin pulled back a little and started to laugh.

 

“What’s so funny?” Brian wanted to know.

 

“Your face is covered in sauce and cum.  You look adorable.”

 

“That makes two of us,” Brian said, chuckling.

 

“I think we need to head for the shower, before we make any more of a mess.”

 

“Yeah, we can continue our road to a trillion in there,” Brian noted.  “Christ, that sauce is sticky.  Did we get any on the sofa?”

 

“No.  I was very careful.  We just ruined my t-shirt.  That’s all.”

 

“Good boy!  I’ll make a neatnik out of you yet.”

 

“Let’s get to the shower.  I have a lot of work to do tiring you out, before I go back to Debbie’s.”

 

He pulled Brian towards the bathroom.

 

“Is there any sauce left?” Brian asked, looking back at the coffee table.  “In case we need it later.”

 

“Doesn’t matter,” Justin said.  “I’m an artist.  Very creative.  I can always think of something else if we’ve run out of sauce.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

 

“You don’t have to.  You know I’m always prepared, just like you.”

 

'Just like me,' Brian thought.  'Two parts of one whole.'