High School Reunion

Chapter 4

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Brian thrust into Justin. They were both on their knees, a good position from which to worship the feelings they could create in each other as they fucked with abandon.

Justin chuckled as that thought shot across his mind.

“What?” Brian demanded.

“I’ll tell you later,” Justin moaned as Brian hit his sweet spot. He could feel Brian’s breath in his hair, hot and desperate, yet safe. He felt Brian’s fingers link into his own where he propped himself up on the bed.

Brian drove home again and again as his orgasm built. He tried to tell Justin all the things that Justin’s words at Babylon had inspired in him. He loved his man so much and he knew he should tell him more often. And now he was, in the way that he felt expressed that emotion best.

“Gonna come,” Justin gasped.

Brian drove in forcefully and groaned, “I love you so much, Sunshine.” He shot his load into the condom and dropped unceremoniously onto Justin’s back, flattening his lover who had just come with his own mind blowing orgasm.

Minutes passed as they stayed immobile, unable to make brain cells work or synapses fire or muscles follow instructions. Too exhausted and too sated to care.

Finally Brian rolled to the side and turned onto his back.

“That was one of our top ten,” Justin said with a happy sigh. He turned onto his side so he could look at Brian.

“Definitely in my top … ten,” Brian replied, but he was thinking of another time when Justin hadn’t been with him. He quickly pushed that thought away. He knew he didn’t want Justin to go back to New York, but he had to keep pretending that he was fine with it. Justin needed this chance for his big break.

A frown wrinkled Justin’s brow as he saw the cloudy look on Brian’s face. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

Brian sighed. “No, that was great. It’s just that sometimes I really am an asshole.”

“No you’re not!”

“Yes, I am.”

“What brought this on?” Justin had to ask.

“I should probably go to that fucking reunion,” Brian admitted.

“You should?” Justin asked in surprise. “And what caused this about face?” Justin couldn’t figure out how the adamantly-against-going-to-the-high-school-reunion-Brian Kinney had suddenly turned into this maybe-I-should-go-Brian Kinney.

“What you said…”

“What did I say?” Justin asked in bewilderment.

“About your prom.”

Justin frowned. “I hope you don’t think I was trying to guilt you into going.”

“It would take a lot more than that to guilt me into doing anything. I don’t do guilt.”

Justin smiled. “Yes, you do … from time to time.”

Brian raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t want to argue about that. “I guess I saw that you were trying to do something good for me and I was shitting all over it.”

“True,” Justin grinned.

“Twat! You really think it would be a good thing to go?”

“I do.”

“I suppose you’ll tell me it’s closure or some other psycho-babble shit.”

Justin merely nodded.

“Fuck! Okay, I’ll go.”

“And just think, once you do that, you’ll never have to go to a reunion again,” Justin promised.

“How do you figure that?”

“You can say ‘been there, done that’ and it will all be finished.”

“That’s the best reason for going you’ve given so far,” Brian chuckled.

“Good, then it’s settled.”

“Settled,” Brian replied as he pulled Justin against him. He was ready for another round.

 

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Justin rolled over and felt the empty spot in the bed where Brian should be. He opened his eyes. Light was pouring in through the curtains. He wondered what time it was. He could hear rustling from the main part of the loft, like papers being moved around. Then he heard a gentle, “Fuck!”

“Brian?” he called out, after glancing at the clock and noting that it was already afternoon. They had fucked most of the night away before falling asleep.

“Yeah,” came the terse reply.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Sounds like something.”

“I can’t find the fucking invitation to that fucking high school reunion. I was sure I threw it in the wastebasket, but it’s not there and it’s not on my desk. Did you empty the wastebasket?”

“Is this what you’re looking for?” Justin asked holding out the dark blue cover stock and the envelope it had come in.

“How did you get that?” Brian asked knowing very well what Justin had done.

“I rescued it,” Justin said with a guilty laugh.

“Rescued, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Your toga is very fetching, by the way,” Brian observed. Justin was wearing the top sheet from the bed wrapped around him in the Roman manner.

“Thanks,” Justin grinned as he came down the steps.

“Give me that fucking thing so I can respond and get it over with,” Brian griped snatching the paper out of Justin’s hand.

“Brian, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Justin said quickly. He was beginning to regret ever making this an issue.

“A deal’s a deal. I said I’d go, so I’m going.”

“But I don’t want you to be miserable.”

“I thought we were going to have some fun, and show all those homophobic assholes just how fabulous we are … and always were.”

Justin smiled. “That’s what I wanted to do.”

“But you’re having some second thoughts?’

“I don’t know these people. You do.”

“That’s right. And that’s why I never wanted to see them again.”

“Then maybe we should just forget the whole thing,” Justin said slowly. He was beginning to see Brian’s side of the argument. They didn’t need trouble from Brian’s old schoolmates.

Brian had been looking at the invitation trying to decide where one was supposed to reply about attending. “They have a website,” he said.

“Wonder what it looks like,” Justin said as Brian went to the computer and booted it up.

“We’ll find out soon.”

“I need food … and coffee.”

“Bagels on the counter and the coffee’s ready to be turned on.”

“You cooked,” Justin joked.

“And don’t say I never do anything for you,” Brian warned but with a hint of humor in his voice.

“I’d never say that, because we do lots of things for each other … like caring about what the other one thinks and feels,” Justin said as he started the coffee dripping.

Brian raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t exactly fond of it when Justin saw right through him, and then at other times it was the best thing that could happen to them. He gave his head a shake before typing in the address for the reunion site.

“Fuck!” Brian reacted as the main page of the site appeared on the screen in front of him.

“What?”

“Bring me a coffee. I think I’m going to need it,” Brian said.

Justin tied his toga around himself so he could have two hands free to work in the kitchen, and then carry the coffee mugs to the computer desk. He sliced a bagel in half and held it out towards Brian who shook his head. He dropped the two halves of the bagel in the toaster. Then Justin found some cream cheese in the fridge, gave it a sniff and decided he’d chance using it on his bagel. It smelled okay.

“What the fuck are you doing over there?” Brian asked in an irritated voice. “I thought you wanted to see this.”

“I do, but coffee does not magically stream out of my ass. I’m waiting for it to finish brewing.”

Brian heaved a sigh and leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t stop looking at the screen, but he so wanted to smash his fist through it. How could this have happened?

After a couple of minutes Justin carried the two mugs of coffee in one hand and a plate with his cream cheese covered bagel in the other. His years working at the diner had trained him to carry bigger loads than this.

“Here,” he said as he approached the desk.

Brian took one mug of coffee and sipped it warily. It was perfect. He sighed at the heavenly brew with the correct amount of sugar already added. All the years that he and Justin had lived together hadn’t been for naught. Thinking about his history with Justin made Brian forget about the screen of the computer … for a moment anyway.

“Oh my God, is that you?” Justin asked peering at the computer screen over Brian’s shoulder.

“Yeah, ain’t it lovely?” Brian said sarcastically. “How did you know it was me? Please tell me that I don’t still look like that.”

“You do … a bit,” Justin added hastily. “But I saw a picture of you and Michael when I lived in his old room. You were around that age.”

“I look like a fucking dork,” Brian griped.

“But an adorable dork,” Justin chuckled.

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to defend me, like Ben’s gonna defend Mikey.”

“Oops, you don’t look dorky at all. You were very … studious.”

“You are so full of shit!”

“I know,” Justin admitted, “but you have so improved with age.”

“You think so?”

“One hundred percent. You’ll blow them all away when they see you.”

“You really want to go to this thing, don’t you?”

“It’s not my decision, Brian,” Justin said quickly. “If you don’t want to go, that’s fine.”

“But you’d rather that we go.”

“Especially if it’s ‘we’ who are going.”

“You don’t expect me to face them alone?” Brian asked in horror.

“I want to be there with you,” Justin replied, “but only if you want me there.”

“Of course I want you there,” Brian said turning his chair. He grabbed Justin around the waist and pulled him into his lap. “You have cream cheese on your lips.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Justin asked suggestively.

“This,” Brian said flicking his tongue along Justin’s lips, then capturing them in a passionate kiss. He pressed his lips to Justin’s tasting the cream cheese … and Justin. His tongue probed for entry and Justin obliged. The small piece of bagel that Justin hadn’t devoured fell to the floor along with the plate it was on. Brian quickly yanked the makeshift toga off his partner. They hadn’t had chair sex for a long time, and now seemed like the perfect moment to rectify that oversight.
 

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