High School Reunion

Chapter 1

Author's Note:  Many thanks to Gina for the plot bunny and for her encouragement throughout this story.

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Brian slit the end of the envelope with his letter opener. He gave a cursory glance to the piece of heavy stock paper that he pulled out of the envelope. Before crumpling it and throwing it in the wastebasket beside the computer table, he let out a soft snort.

Justin looked up from his drawing as he heard the sounds of the paper being crushed in Brian’s fist, and the snort from Brian.  He caught sight of the piece of paper as it dropped into the wastebasket.  He had been surreptitiously watching Brian, sketching him idly in one of his multitudinous sketchbooks that were strategically scattered about the loft. 

“What was that?” Justin asked nodding towards the paper that had disappeared into the steel mesh can beside Brian. He was slightly curious about the dark blue paper that now lay in the circular file.

“Nothing,” Brian said quickly. Perhaps a bit too quickly.

“They don’t usually send nothing announcements on heavy dark blue stock,” Justin observed.

“Who said it was an announcement? And the color of the paper means nothing,” Brian informed him.

“The color may mean nothing, but the quality of the paper tells me it was something.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you become a paper connoisseur?”

“Since I’ve been buying paper for myself in New York. That weight of paper is not cheap,” Justin observed. He gave a definitive look at the wastebasket as he made this statement.

“I need a shower,” Brian said sniffing at his armpit. “Care to join me?”

“Maybe in a minute,” Justin replied. “I want to add a few more touches to this sketch.”

“My dick is still a source of endless fascination for you,” Brian smirked standing up and stretching. “Don’t be too long.”

“Or your dick will be lonely?” Justin teased.

“Precisely.”

Brian disappeared up the steps and Justin heard the shower come on. He waited until he heard the shower door click closed and then he walked over to the computer table. He reached into the wastebasket and fished out the heavy blue paper Brian had thrown in there. He spread it open pressing the wrinkles out with his hand on top of the desk.

He picked up the rumpled paper and read what it said. With a frown he dropped it back into the wastebasket. He made his way up to the bathroom shedding his clothes as he went.

He opened the door to the shower and stepped inside. Brian looked at him but said nothing.

“Need your back scrubbed?” Justin asked.

Brian shrugged, but he turned around so Justin could run the soap across his back. Justin lathered Brian’s skin and then rubbed gently with his palms. He heard Brian sigh and that made him smile. He continued to caress Brian’s soapy back, running hands across the taut muscles and down Brian’s arms.

After a minute Brian turned around and picked up the soap from the tray. He turned Justin away from him and repeated the process on Justin’s back.

“I didn’t think you were going to join me. Did you find out what you wanted to know?” Brian asked, when he was done and the soap had all washed away. The look on his face said he was onto Justin’s actions in regards to the wastebasket.

“I came to wash your back,” Justin replied simply.

“Don’t play games with me.”

“Okay, I saw the invitation.”

“Garbage picker,” Brian retorted, not looking pleased.

“Sometimes you make it necessary.”

“Sometimes when I throw things in the trash, that’s where they should stay.”

Justin frowned. Brian seemed to be mad at him. It was just a stupid invitation that he had read. He couldn’t understand why it would make any difference to Brian. “I was curious,” Justin said honestly.

“Because it was on such fine quality paper?” Brian asked sarcastically.

“Because you snorted when you read it. I wanted to know what made you do that.”

“So, now you know. Is that the end of it?”

Justin shrugged. “Are you going to go?”

“The fact that I threw the invitation in the wastebasket might provide you with the answer you require.”

“Why not go?”

“Why the fuck would I want to spend time with those fuckers who tried to make my life a living hell?”

“Is that what they did?” Justin asked, studying Brian’s face for the truth.

“You’ve heard my stories about the jocks in high school.”

“That’s more reason to show them what a success you’ve become.”

“I’ll still be that fucking homo in their eyes.”

Justin blinked. “Is that how they made you feel? That the only thing you were was gay?”

Brian shook his head but didn’t answer. That was too close to the truth. No matter how good his grades were or how well he played soccer or the fact that he could dunk a basketball or drink any of them under the table, none of that mattered. He was just a fucking queer, a pansy, a non-entity in their eyes, gum on the bottom of their shoes. “I can’t think of anyone from high school that I’d ever want to see again,” Brian said firmly.

“What about Michael?”

“I see him almost every day,” Brian snapped.

“Don’t you want to show them what you’ve become?”

“And what have I become? I’m still gay,” Brian said bitterly.

“But … you’re proud of who you are, aren’t you?”

Brian shrugged. “I don’t need to prove anything to those assholes.”

“But wouldn’t it be fun to gloat?”

“The water’s getting cool. Time to get out,” Brian said. He reached behind Justin and turned off the tap. He pushed open the shower door and stepped out.

“I thought you’d want to fuck me in there,” Justin told him with a touch of sadness to his voice, as he followed Brian out of the enclosure.

“There are other places to fuck.”

“But…”

“Justin, I don’t like it when people butt into my business.”

“I … I thought I was part of your life,” Justin said softly, wrapping a fluffy towel around his hips. “I like to know about your life. I didn’t think it was butting in.”

Brian heaved a sigh. “It’s a fucking high school reunion! Why are we letting it get in the way of fucking?”

“Fuck if I know,” Justin replied, right before Brian grabbed him, ripped off the towel, and backed him up against the counter of the bathroom.

“I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week,” Brian whispered, his breath warm and moist against Justin’s ear. Then he took a rather substantial nip at Justin’s shoulder.

Justin gasped and let out a moan. Brian’s hands held Justin’s hips in place. Justin could feel Brian’s hard cock pressing against his own. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Justin moaned as he initiated a passionate kiss.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Brian asked, his finger probing Justin’s pucker. “We wasted perfectly good shower time talking about unimportant drivel.”

“Sorry,” Justin blurted out as Brian’s finger reached inside him. He felt himself being hoisted up to the edge of the counter. Brian released him long enough to slide on a condom and then he was filled as only Brian could fill him. He gasped and clung to Brian’s shoulders as the onslaught began. He had no idea how he stayed on the edge of the counter other than that was where Brian wanted him. He gave himself over to the sensations that only Brian truly aroused in him. There was no time to think about high school reunions or any other such drivel.

 

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