High School Reunion

Chapter 7

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The month leading up to the high school reunion went by quite quickly. Justin was back in New York working hard on his art. Brian’s company landed a couple of new clients and he was extremely busy, so he was able to put thoughts of the reunion out of his mind. He could almost pretend that he wasn’t going to it.

Brian spent a weekend in New York with his lover and Justin carefully avoided all mention of the reunion. That was, until Brian insisted upon taking him to his favorite New York tailor. Justin had agreed to let Brian dress him for the reunion, and Brian had decided to take full advantage of that. Justin was getting a deep blue suit that was custom made for him. It would accentuate all the positives of Justin’s body and be a perfect complement to his dark blue eyes. Brian told Justin the suit was the color of lust, the color his eyes turned when he wanted Brian more than life itself.

Justin had laughed and indulged his silly lover. He had to admit that he looked pretty swell in the new suit when he tried it on at the first fitting. Brian ordered a new suit for himself as well. He wanted to look dazzling for the reunion too. Justin could hardly wait to see what they both would look like when the suits were completely finished.

As the weekend of the reunion approached, Justin had booked his flight from New York. He would arrive Friday evening and then after a due amount of fucking, he would accompany Brian to the festivities of the reunion starting with a buffet lunch on Saturday afternoon.

Thursday evening Brian called Justin to make sure everything was ready for the following day. Brian wanted to know that Justin had picked up his suit, and Brian’s, and would bring them with him when he came the next day. Justin assured his lover that he had the suits and everything was as it should be.

“I’ll pick you up at the airport at quarter after ten,” Brian said into the phone.

“It’s a date.”

“It better be,” Brian groused. “I’m not doing this reunion alone.”

“Nobody’s expecting you to,” Justin replied quickly. “Besides, Michael and Ben will be there too.”

“Yeah, keep telling me that, because I don’t fucking remember why I’m going.”

“So you can show them all how fabulous your life is, and because it will be good to face the past, and because … you love me.”

“One out of three isn’t bad,” Brian said with a smile on his face.

“I hope I know which one of those is true.”

“I’m sure you do, Sunshine. See you tomorrow night.”

“Later,” Justin said as he cut the connection.

Brian set the phone down wondering what he was doing going to this reunion with people he never thought he would ever see again, people he never wanted to see again.

At least Justin would be there with him. That was the good part.

 

*****
 

The following evening Brian was pocketing his keys from the counter in the loft. He was about to leave for the airport to pick up Justin, when his phone rang. He debated not answering it, letting the machine get it, but he decided he had time.

“Yeah,” he said into the phone.

“It’s me, Brian,” Justin’s voice came back to him.

“Have you landed already?” Brian asked looking at the clock on the stove.

“No, I haven’t even taken off.”

“But … you’re supposed to be here in a half an hour.”

“I would be if New York wasn’t fogged in.”

“Fog?”

“Yeah, you know that stuff that’s really thick and won’t let you see very far ahead. Well, it won’t let the plane take off either.”

“Fuck!”

“My sentiments exactly.”

“Have they given you any indication of when it might clear?”

“It’s not looking good.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means they’re not even guessing at a takeoff time.”

“Shit!”

“I’m sorry, Brian, but I may not get there until tomorrow.”

“I know,” Brian sighed. “Keep me informed.”

“I will.”

Brian set the phone down and looked around the loft. It seemed so empty when Justin wasn’t there. More so when Justin was supposed to be there and wasn’t. Brian walked over to the bar cart and poured himself a drink, not a big one, like he really would have enjoyed, but a small one that would still mean he could drive to the airport in the unlikely event that Justin would be home that night.

“Fuck,” Brian spat out.

The phone took that moment to ring, and Brian rushed over to answer it. Maybe the fog had lifted.

“Yeah,” Brian said into it.

“It’s Michael, Brian. Justin had mentioned that you might want to go to the reunion lunch with Ben and me.”

“I may not be going to anything,” Brian stated flatly.

“But why?”

“Justin’s stuck at the airport in New York, fogged in.”

“Shit! But you can still go. Come with Ben and me.”

“No thanks.”

“Brian, you should come. You’re half the reason we’re all doing this.”

“Just half?”

“Okay, ninety percent,” Michael said hoping that would cheer Brian up. “It won’t be any good if you’re not there.”

“That goes without saying, but I’m not attending if Justin isn’t with me.”

“He’ll get here eventually,” Michael wheedled.

“I’m not going without him,” Brian restated forcefully.

“Okay, okay,” Michael gave in. “Is he going to get here tonight?”

“Do I look like the fucking weather service? How the fuck should I know?”

“You don’t need to bite my head off. I was just asking.”

“You know I never wanted to go to this thing in the first place,” Brian sighed. He didn’t mean to take his frustration out on Michael.

“I know. I’m amazed that you said you’d go at all.”

“So am I.”

Michael laughed. “Ben and I will go to the luncheon, and we’ll tell them you’ll be there when you get there.”

“Thanks, Mikey.”

“No problem, and I hope Justin gets here soon.”

“That makes two of us.” Brian cut the connection and took another sip of his drink. It was going to be a long night until Justin arrived.

 

*****
 

The loft door slid back quietly. Tiptoeing inside the dark expanse of space, the intruder did his best to close the door silently. But the very nature of the loft door made that difficult.

Justin dropped his duffel bag and hung his other bag on the stand near the computer. He crossed the loft and halted at the bottom of the steps. He wondered if he should try to join Brian in bed or go sleep on the sofa and let his lover have his rest.

“What are you waiting for?” Brian asked throwing back the covers in invitation.

“You’re awake.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Justin said coming up the steps and taking off clothes as he did so.

“You were supposed to call me before you took off.”

“It was late.”

“What? You didn’t think I could be up at this hour?”

Justin chuckled. “You’re always up.” Brian nodded in agreement. “I thought you might be asleep … or otherwise occupied, so I didn’t call.”

“I wasn’t asleep … and I wasn’t at Babylon.”

“The baths?” Justin asked as he toed off his runners and slid his jeans and underwear down his legs.

“Neither,” Brian replied.

“That’s nice,” Justin said as he joined Brian under the covers.

“Just … nice?”

“Very nice,” Justin grinned.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have picked you up.”

“I know. But I’m here now. Are you going to waste our time with questions?”

Brian shook his head. He felt Justin’s hand slide across his groin and his fingers wrap around his cock.

“Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?” Brian asked with his tongue stuck in his cheek.

“Oh, okay, if you think I need to have some more sleep so that I can look my best for your old classmates.” Justin released Brian’s dick and turned onto his back, waiting.

“You look … okay,” Brian said slowly.

“Hm.”

“You don’t really need to sleep, do you?”

Justin smiled and turned towards Brian. “I didn’t actually come home to sleep,” he said with a big grin.

“No shit!”

“No shit!” Justin laughed.

Brian rolled towards Justin and trapped his body beneath his own. “I … thought you weren’t going to make it.”

“I told you I’d be here.”

“But you can’t control the weather.”

“You mean there’s something Brian Kinney can’t control?” Justin asked with his eyes wide in mock disbelief.

“I said there was something you couldn’t control, not me,” Brian smirked.

“You are so full of shit,” Justin laughed.

“I know, and you know, but nobody else has to know,” Brian said smugly.

“You think they don’t know?”

“Well, I have most of them bamboozled.”

“Is that so?" Justin laughed. "So, what were you going to do if I couldn’t get back to Pittsburgh?” he asked staring up into Brian’s beautiful eyes.

“Jerk off alone.”

“Hm, that’s good to know, but I meant about the reunion.”

“Jerk off alone,” Brian repeated with humor in his eyes.

“Will you be serious?” Justin asked.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, I want to know.”

“I told Mikey that he and Ben should go to the luncheon without me. I wasn’t going anywhere without you.”

“Really?” Justin asked with one of his beautiful smiles.

Brian nodded. “And I meant it.”

“Well, I’m here now, so you can go to all the events.”

“Nope.”

“Huh?”

“I told Mikey that I’m not going to the luncheon, and I don’t intend to go. We’ve missed out on hours of fucking with you being delayed. I intend to make up for lost time, and then I will need my own beauty sleep. We might, and I repeat might, make it to the dinner.”

“You think we’ll be done by then?” Justin laughed.

“Remains to be seen.” And Brian got right to work on the fucking, without another thought about the high school reunion.

 

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