Apple Pie and Toast  

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Justin took the apple pie out of the oven.  It smelled wonderful, if he did say so himself.  He was in the middle of making a very special dinner for Brian.  He had come home from the IFA right after his last class ended at 1 pm.  He had spent the rest of the afternoon making his pie and beef bourguignon which he was now putting in the oven.  Brian wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, but he wanted everything to be perfect.

 

Counters wiped, everything tidied up, Justin went over to the couch and plopped down.  He picked up the ever present sketchbook and started doodling.  His mind began to wander to the last month’s events.  His father had had cancer surgery, but was now recovered.  He had spent a lot of time with Craig Taylor during his illness, trying to help the sick man, but also trying to find the father he still loved.  Craig had bombarded him with constant criticism of his lifestyle, his choices, and of course, Brian Kinney.  When Justin finally told him to stop, he threw Justin out, saying he no longer had a son.  He had nearly destroyed Justin and his relationship with Brian.  However, they had come through it together, not only surviving, but prevailing.  They were stronger and better than ever.  This dinner was Justin’s thank you to Brian for standing by him and helping him.

 

Justin smiled, thinking about what he had planned for tonight.  He wanted everything to be perfect.  He checked the beef bourguignon which smelled fantastic.  He set the table and opened a bottle of red wine to let it breathe.  Candles were lit and the other lights dimmed.  He could hardly wait till Brian arrived.

 

A few minutes past seven Justin heard the elevator, followed by the loft door being pulled back.

 

“Welcome home,” Justin said, taking Brian’s coat and briefcase.  He then threw his arms around Brian’s neck and gave him a penetrating kiss.

 

“That’s quite a welcome, Sunshine,” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear, as he held him tight.

 

“I want tonight to be special.”

 

“Looks like it already is,” Brian said, noting the candles and the beautifully set table.  “What’s all this about?”

 

“This is my thank you for all your help and support over the last weeks.  I never would have made it without you.”

 

“Sure you would.  You didn’t have to do this.”

 

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”

 

“Something smells wonderful,” Brian said.

 

“That’s dinner.  Do you want to eat first or try something more physical?” Justin asked, grinning suggestively.

 

“I’ll let you take the lead, since you’ve obviously done some serious planning for this.”

 

“Okay,” Justin agreed.  “Have a seat on the couch.”

 

Brian sat down, amused at Justin’s elaborate preparations and his infectious enthusiasm.  He watched the boy pour two glasses of wine and bring them over to Brian.  He handed one to Brian and sat down beside him.  Brian was about to take a drink, when Justin touched his hand, stopping him.

 

“I want to make a toast,” he said rather shyly.

 

“Over the teeth and past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes,” Brian said, sensing that the mood was far too serious to suit him.

 

“No, silly.  Just listen.”  Justin looked a little annoyed at the interruption.

 

“I’m sorry.  I’ll shut up.”  Brian didn’t want to hurt Justin who had obviously put a lot of work and thought into this scene that he had created.

 

Justin took a deep breath.  “First, I love you,” he said, looking into Brian’s eyes.  Brian kissed him gently in response.  “Over the last few weeks I’ve been worried and upset about my father.  I tried to keep it all to myself, but you wouldn’t let me.  Once you found out what was going on, you stood by me and helped me so much.  It meant a lot to me, especially because I know how hard it was for you.”

 

Brian squirmed uncomfortably.

 

“I’m almost done,” Justin said, noting Brian’s discomfort.  “I’m so lucky to have you.  So, here’s to Brian Kinney, my lover, my friend, my partner.”  He leaned over and kissed Brian.

 

“A guy could die of thirst before you got finished,” Brian joked.  He was moved, and embarrassed, by Justin’s open and sincere protestations.  “I don’t know what to say.  I did what I thought needed to be done, and I’m glad, although surprised, that you think it was something special.”

 

“I do,” Justin stated.

 

“Let’s not dwell on the past,” Brian said, trying to change the topic.

 

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?”

 

“Ah ... no.”

 

“Yes you are.  Why?  You usually don’t have trouble with compliments.”

 

“They’re usually about work, about how brilliant I am, or about what a great fuck I am.”

 

“So it’s all right to compliment you on work or fucking, but not on being a nice guy.”

 

“Nice guy?”  Brian snorted.  “That’s not me.  I wouldn’t have done any of those things for anyone but you.  It wasn’t out of the goodness of my heart.  It was because I wanted to keep you from being hurt, to make you happy.”

 

“And that is what tonight is for, to thank you for that.”

 

“Justin, I don’t deserve thanks.  I had selfish motives.”

 

“And what were these motives?”

 

“To keep you.”

 

“That’s a pretty good motive as far as I am concerned.”

 

“Can we change the subject?”

 

“Not yet.  There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

 

“And then you’ll stop?”

“Yes.”

 

“Okay,” Brian opened his arms in a gesture of defeat.

 

“I do have to agree that you have your selfish moments.”

“See,” Brian interrupted.

 

“But ... you would do the same thing for Gus, for Lindsay, for Michael, for Deb and Vic, and Ted and Emmett, and even for your mother, if it came to that.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t.  Remember, I know you better than you know yourself.  You always come through when we need you.”

 

“Done?” Brian asked, wanting this to be over.

 

“You need to hear these things, Brian, or you start to believe your own PR, that you’re a selfish asshole.  So, here’s to you!”

 

Justin clinked his glass with Brian’s, and they each took a drink.  Justin turned and leaned back against Brian’s chest.  He loved to feel Brian breathe.  The steady up and down of Brian’s chest was comforting, and Brian’s warm breath over the top of his hair never failed to turn him on.  He could feel his cock stir.

 

They sipped their wine in silence for a while, content to be close and touching.

 

After a few minutes, Justin suddenly said, “You have way too many clothes on.”

 

“You think?”

 

“Um hmm.  Go put your robe on.”

 

“Your wish is my command.”

 

“I might just hold you to that later,” Justin said, grinning.

 

“Are we going to play slave and master?” Brian asked hopefully.

 

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

 

Brian went up to the bedroom and began removing his clothes.  Justin went to the kitchen to check on dinner.  He brought his veggie tray over to the coffee table and refilled the wine glasses.  He heard Brian go into the bathroom and quickly got rid of his own clothes.

 

When Brian, now in his silk robe, stepped down from the bedroom, he was confronted by a naked Justin lying back against the arm of the couch, sucking on a baby carrot.  His erect penis was painfully obvious between his spread legs.

 

“Are you the appetizer?” Brian asked, smiling.

 

“If you want me to be,” Justin replied.

 

“That goes without saying.”  Brian went to the side of the couch and draped himself across Justin.  Their penises rubbed tantalizingly together.  Justin could feel Brian’s hard-on growing.  They kissed deeply, savoring the warmth and taste of each other’s mouth.  Brian began to rub his hips against Justin.

 

“Ummmm,” Justin moaned.  “I love the feel of silk, and of your cock.”

 

“You are very naughty for someone so young.”

“And you love it.”

 

“I do,” Brian agreed, continuing his rubbing.

 

Justin reached over with his carrot and scooped some dip from a dish on the tray.  He ran the carrot over Brian’s lips, coating them with the garlicky cream.  He then licked and kissed it all away.  He felt Brian’s hips moving faster.  He placed the carrot between Brian’s lips and pressed it in and out, essentially fucking Brian’s mouth.  Brian groaned.  He spit the carrot out and attacked Justin’s mouth.

 

All too soon they were desperate for release.  Justin grabbed a condom and put it on Brian.  Brian took the lube and got Justin ready.  When he pressed in, Justin stared deep into his eyes, trying to tell Brian wordlessly how much he loved him and needed him.

 

A little gasp escaped Justin’s lips as Brian became fully ensconced.  Brian smiled at the sound.  He began a slow in and out rhythm, his eyes never leaving Justin’s.  He wondered how he had been lucky enough to have found this amazing young man who loved him, accepted him, and made his life better just by being with him.  His life was so different, so much richer, when Justin was part of it.  With each thrust he tried to pour these feelings into Justin’s body and soul.  As his movements became more rapid, he saw Justin’s eyes close and his neck arch back in ecstasy.

 

“I can make him feel things no one else can,” Brian thought, as he continued to work his magic on Justin’s responding body.

 

He felt Justin bucking up against him and leaned down to kiss him.  “God, I love him,” Brian thought.  He heard Justin moan and saw the boy’s eyes flutter open.

 

“Tell me when,” Brian whispered.

 

He hadn’t touched Justin’s cock, but he knew the boy was close.  So was he.  He thrust deeply and circled his hips over Justin’s groin and cock.

 

“Now,” Justin gasped, and with the next thrust they both came.

 

Brian lay on top of Justin, breathing rapidly.  It just got better and better.  He kissed Justin who finally opened his eyes and smiled.

 

“Did you like the appetizer?” Justin whispered.

 

“Oh yeah, but if that was the appetizer, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand the main course.”

 

“I think you will.  There’s much more to come.”

 

Brian sat up and they both went to the bathroom to clean up.  Justin donned the matching robe that Brian had bought him.  Hand in hand they went back to the couch.  They had a few veggies and some more wine.

 

Justin looked at Brian and he had to ask, “What were you thinking when you were fucking me?”

 

“What do you mean?”  Brian looked a little sheepish.

 

“It was like you were telling me something.”

 

“Really?  And what was I telling you?”

 

“That you’re glad you have me, that your life is better with me in it, that you love me.  Am I right?”

Brian blinked once or twice and shook his head in amazement.  “That’s exactly what I was trying to tell you.”

 

Justin’s sunshine smile radiated across his face.  “See, I know you so well.”

 

“I guess you do,” Brian admitted.  “So what’s for dinner?”

“Beef bourguignon.”

“Sounds French.”

“It’s kind of stew.  No carbs, but you have to save room for dessert.”

“Okay,” Brian said, standing up.  “I’m hungry.  Let’s eat.”

Brian went to the table taking their wine glasses.  Justin dished up their meal and set it on the table.  He served it in bowls, opting, for Brian’s sake, not to serve it over rice or pasta.  Brian took a bite and declared it delicious.  Justin beamed.

 

“Where did you learn to make this?”

 

“My grandmother always served this at family get-togethers.  She’d make a huge batch.  You can keep it in the oven forever.  The longer you cook it, the better it gets.”

“It’s great.  You’re getting to be quite a chef.”

“I like to cook, especially for you.”

Brian smiled back at him.  “Just one of your many talents.”

“You think I have many talents?” Justin probed, always loving to hear compliments from Brian.

“Fishing for compliments?” Brian asked.

 

Justin grinned at him.

 

“All right.”  Brian decided to return some of Justin’s praise.  “You do have many talents.  You’re a wonderful artist, a great cook, a sweet and forgiving companion and a fabulous lover.”  Brian stopped and waited for Justin’s reaction.

 

Justin had a blank look on his face.  Brian began to wonder if somehow he had said something wrong.

 

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked.

 

“Nothing,” Justin replied, and a smile began to spread across his face.  “You shocked me speechless.”

 

“Imagine that!”  Brian was relieved, and amused.

 

“I don’t think you’ve ever said anything like that to me before.  Do you really mean it?”

“You know I always say what I mean.”

 

“I love you more right now than I can bear,” Justin said, suddenly propelling himself into Brian’s lap.  Brian wasn’t sure how Justin got there, but he kissed the boy and held him tight to his chest.  God, he loved this kid!

 

They kissed and explored with tongues and hands, wanting to hold on to this moment.  Brian’s hand ran from Justin’s knee up his thigh to find a stiffening cock under the silk robe.  Justin gasped as Brian took hold of him.  They continued to kiss.  Brian’s hold on Justin’s cock became a gentle tug and the boy moaned.  Brian could feel it stiffen and lengthen.

 

Continuing to kiss, Brian stood them up.  Then he pulled Justin up to the bedroom.  He undid Justin’s robe and pushed it off the boy’s shoulders, and it dropped to the floor.  He ran his hands up and down Justin’s arms and across Justin’s chest.  He grasped and squeezed each breast, eliciting a moan.  Justin returned the favor, divesting Brian of his robe and licking along Brian’s jaw and collarbone.  They were both fully aroused, eyes dark with lust and breaths short and shallow with intense need.

 

They kissed hard and deep.  When Brian ended the kiss, he turned Justin around and pressed his body against the boy’s back, holding him securely around the chest.  He felt his aching penis fit naturally into the cleft of Justin’s ass.  Justin leaned back and moaned.  Brian took a small bite of Justin’s delectable neck, and then pushed the boy down on the bed.

 

“Stick your ass up,” Brian said.

 

Justin was happy to oblige.  He knew he was going to get a good rimming.  He was right.  In a few minutes Brian had him moaning, panting and begging.  He was so open and ready and his cock dripped and hurt.

 

“Please, Brian, now!  I need it now!”

 

“You got it,” Brian replied, only too ready himself.

 

Condom and lube in place, Brian entered as gently as he could.  He wanted to pamper his baby, show him how special he was.  Brian took it very slowly, but Justin was having none of that.  He pushed back into each thrust, forcing Brian to respond in kind.

 

“You want it rougher?” Brian asked.

 

“Harder!” Justin demanded.

 

“As I said, your wish is my command.”  Brian upped the pace and force of each thrust.

 

“Yesss,” Justin hissed his satisfaction.

 

Brian smiled.  “Is that what you want?”

 

“Perfect!” Justin gasped.

 

 They pounded against each other until they could barely breathe.  Finally they came in a shattering simultaneous orgasm, collapsing in a heap on top of each other.  Time stood still and the world spun out of control for unknown minutes.

 

“Are you okay?” Brian whispered against Justin’s neck.

 

“I’m full of lightness and sparks and stars,” Justin gasped.

 

“What?” Brian asked.

 

“I don’t know.  I can’t make sense of anything at the moment.”

“Maybe this is what being fucked senseless means.”

“It must be,” Justin whispered.  “Everything and nothing, one and two and one again.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“I don’t know.  My brain is scrambled,” Justin jabbered.

 

“I swear we are going to kill each other one of these times,” Brian groaned, rolling off the boy.

 

“What a way to go!”

 

Brian chuckled.  He reached for Justin and rolled him over to face him.  He kissed the boy’s lips, his nose, his eyelids.  He could feel Justin’s heart pounding against his own.  He held this wonderful being tightly but gently in his arms.  He felt a tear escape his eyes.

 

“Are you crying, Brian?” Justin asked softly.

 

Brian didn’t deny it.  “Sometimes you make me feel so much, things I never thought I could feel.”

 

“We are so good together,” Justin agreed.  He turned a bit so that he could have his back against Brian’s chest, and lie cradled against him.  He sighed in complete contentment.

 

“I hope that sigh wasn’t from boredom,” Brian said.

 

“How could I be bored after that?” Justin replied.

 

“Good, then let’s rest a bit,” Brian ventured.

 

“Umm,” Justin replied, already half asleep.

 

An hour or so later Justin felt a tongue licking his lips, and warm breath blowing across his face.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked sleepily.

 

“Waking you up.”

 

“Why?”

“I want my dessert.”

“You do?  I thought I’d have to force you to eat it,” Justin said, surprised.

 

“I’ve burned off enough calories tonight.  I can have dessert if I want it.  What did you make anyway?”

 

“Apple pie.”

 

“Why apple pie?”

 

“Don’t you like apple pie?” Justin asked, afraid Brian wouldn’t like his surprise.

 

“I love apple pie.  I just don’t eat dessert very often.”

 

“I hope you like it.  It smelled great when I took it out of the oven.”

 

“Then let’s have some.”

 

“Want it a la mode?” Justin asked, getting up.

 

“Do we have any cheese?” Brian wanted to know.

 

“I think there’s some cheddar,” Justin replied.  “Why?”

 

“I’ll have a slice of cheese rather than ice cream with my pie,” Brian stated.

 

Justin gave him a quizzical look and went to the kitchen to get the pie.  Brian went into the bathroom.  When he returned, Justin was sitting naked on the bed, a plate of pie with cheese in each hand.

 

“Scrumptious,” Brian said, “and I don’t mean the pie.”

 

Justin giggled and handed Brian his piece of pie.  They each took a bite of pie and a bite of cheese, Justin following Brian’s lead.

 

“Delicious,” Brian complimented Justin.

 

“Umm, it is!  I like it with cheese, not so sweet.  How did you know about cheese with apple pie?  I always have ice cream.”

 

“My grandmother.  She used to say ‘Apple pie without cheese, is like a kiss without a squeeze’.  I’d laugh every time, and she’d always give me a squeeze to go with it.”  Brian looked a little sad, as he finished speaking.

 

“Sounds like an interesting lady.”

 

“She was.”

 

“Is she dead?”

 

“Yeah.  She died when I was thirteen, just before we moved here.”

 

“Do you miss her?”

 

“It’s been a long time.  I don’t think about her much anymore, but I sure missed her at the time.”

 

“Was she your father’s mother or your mother’s?”

 

“My mother’s mother.”

 

“She doesn’t sound much like your mother.”

 

“They never got along.  My mother always thought Gran was old fashioned, not up to her standards.”

 

“Did you see her very often?”

 

“Not too often, but I always liked going to her place.”

 

“Why?  Was she fun?” Justin asked.

 

“Not really, but she never took shit from anyone.”

 

“Sounds like somebody else I know.”

 

Brian laughed.  “I guess I did get some of that from her.  She used to say that she was too old to worry what other people thought.  She was going to do what she wanted to do.”

 

“I think I would have liked her too,” Justin said.  “Tell me more about her.”

 

“She lived through the Great Depression.  She could stretch money better than anyone I’ve ever seen.  She would take a pound of hamburger, add bread crumbs, onions and a bunch of other stuff, and feed the five of us.  She always said she couldn’t cook without onions.”

 

Justin smiled.  “Was it good what she made?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Did she get along with your father?”

 

“Hell, she never got along with my mother, let alone my father.  She was a teetotaler.  No alcohol ever passed her lips.”

 

“That’s unusual in your family.  She must have hated your father.”

 

“Pretty much.  She didn’t tolerate fools well, and she thought my father was a fool.  The worst thing she could call you was ‘You stupid jerk!’, and my dad used to hear it a lot.  It meant you’d made a fucking fool of yourself.”

 

“Did she ever call you that?”

 

“Only once that I can remember.”

 

“What had you done?” Justin was really interested to hear this.

 

Brian groaned.  “I was twelve, starting puberty.  I had begun to hate school, especially the teacher I had that year.  I was mouthing off in class and not doing my homework.  I ignored most of the assignments.  We visited Gran just after I’d gotten the first report card of that year, before Christmas.  My mother told her I was failing most of my subjects and they didn’t know what to do with me.  My father had tried to beat me back into shape, but that made me more determined to cause them trouble.  Gran pulled me aside and wanted to know why I was doing so poorly.  She said she knew I was smart, so don’t tell her that it was too hard.  I told her I hated my teacher.  She said I was a stupid jerk to let my dislike for this man screw up the rest of my schooling.  How would I ever amount to anything if I did that?  Did I want to end up like my father?  She told me to read, play sports, behave myself and do my work, just get through the year and make something of myself.  She died not long after that, so I never got to show her that I had changed my ways.”

 

“Did you always do well in school after that?”

 

“Pretty much.  There were ups and downs, but I never found school very hard and after that I kept my work up.”

 

“Why do you think she got through to you?” Justin asked.

 

“Hard to say exactly.  I knew I didn’t want to be like my father.  Gran had had a hard life and she understood the value of hard work.  She showed me I had to get through that one year however I could.  I learned to shut out the bad, and do the things I liked.”

 

“That’s kind of like what Vic told me about my father, to concentrate on the positives in life, not the negatives.  Do you think older people really are that smart?”  Justin joked.

 

“I guess you have to learn something after all those years.”

 

“I bet you’ll be the smartest of all,” Justin vowed.  Brian gave him a vicious look.  “In about thirty years,” Justin added.

 

“Good recovery!” Brian said.  Then he thought for a moment and asked, “Does that mean you think it’ll take thirty years for me to get smart?”

Justin laughed.  “Interpret it however you want,” he said, finishing his pie.

 

“Brat!” Brian retorted.  “I’ll always be older and smarter than you.”

“Older maybe,” Justin couldn’t resist saying.

 

“You’re going to pay for that!” Brian threatened, starting to tickle Justin under the arms.

 

“Hey,” Justin gasped, trying not to laugh.  “No fair!  Can’t you think of a smarter way to exact payment?”  He giggled, not able to stop himself.

 

“Oh, now you’ve done it!” Brian replied.  “I’m going to have my way with you.  You’ll be begging and pleading and crying like a little baby.”

 

“Wanta bet?”  Justin dared him.

 

Brian pounced.  He rolled Justin over onto his back and pinned him to the bed with his body.  He caught Justin’s hands and held them above the boy’s head.  Justin laughed, and Brian began to formulate his plan.  He stayed on top of Justin and began kissing him languidly, varying the pressure, sometimes delving with his tongue, sometimes sucking leisurely on a lip, sometimes pressing firmly and irresistibly on Justin’s mouth.  He spent several minutes making Justin breathless and compliant beneath him.  Brian knew Justin loved his kisses, and he used every trick he could think of.  I t wasn’t hard because he loved kissing Justin as much as Justin loved being kissed.

 

“Had enough yet?” Brian asked, when he let Justin take a few deep breaths.

 

“Is that all ya got?” Justin gasped, so turned on he could barely breathe.

 

Brian grinned evilly.  Justin had a fleeting sense that maybe he shouldn’t have said that.  His cock was already hard and throbbing.  It had been since Brian’s first kiss.  Brian began licking along Justin’s jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone.  When he got to the nipples, he started sucking.  Brian was determined to make Justin a blithering mass of need.  He licked, sucked, nipped and kissed.  He heard Justin moan and gasp and whimper, but no begging, yet.  He felt Justin twitch and writhe and buck, but no pleading, yet.

 

Brian stopped.  He transferred Justin’s wrists to one hand and reached down to Justin’s cock with the other.  It was rock hard and dripping.  He gave it a little squeeze.

 

“Ahhh,” Justin moaned.  “Oh, God.”

 

“Are we getting there?” Brian asked.

 

Justin shook his head, setting his jaw and closing his eyes.

 

“Stubborn little twat,” Brian thought.

 

There was no further response from the boy, as he fought for control.  Brian smiled to himself.  This kid had too much grit for his own good.  In a battle of wills, Brian was sure he could win, but Justin would make him earn it.

 

Brian slid up a little on Justin’s body.  He used his free hand to position Justin’s cock between his legs.  Trapped there, Brian began to raise and lower his hips, squeezing Justin’s rock hard shaft with each upward movement.

 

“Ah, ah, oh!” Justin panted.  He writhed beneath Brian, tossing his head from side to side.  Brian looked at the boy and knew he was close to coming.  He stopped moving and let Justin calm down.

 

“Ready to give?” Brian asked.

 

Justin again shook his head, grinding his teeth audibly.

 

“I’m not going to let you come until you beg me,” Brian stated.

 

Justin’s breaths were rapid and shallow, but he had regained some control.  “Never,” he gasped.

 

Brian released Justin’s hands and slid down his body.  He thought Justin might try to escape, but the boy lay still with his eyes closed.  Brian started at the navel, again licking and kissing and nipping.  He worked across Justin’s abdomen, around his groin and along his thighs.  He saw Justin’s hips buck up involuntarily, but he refused to touch the boy’s cock.  He saw it twitch and jerk as his hungry lips passed by.

 

Justin was moaning and writhing, but not begging.  Brian grabbed the aching rod, and Justin almost came in his hand.  Brian did some masterful pressing to prevent that.  He waited till the moment had passed.  Justin opened his eyes and looked longingly at Brian.  Brian smiled.

 

Brian took the whole cock into his mouth, and held it there, not moving.

 

“Fuck, Brian!” Justin gasped.

 

Brian began a slow up and down motion on the shaft.  Then he held the cap in his lips and sucked.

 

“God!” Justin yelled.  “Please, Brian, please!”

 

“Please what?” Brian asked, smiling down at his lover.

 

“I need to come. Please!”

 

“Not nearly enough begging,” Brian stated.

 

Justin reached for his dick, determined to help himself.  Brian grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

 

“None of that,” Brian said.

 

“Enough, Brian.  Please,” the boy begged.

 

Brian took the cock back into his mouth and began working it again.  Justin’s moans got louder and he bucked up into Brian’s mouth.  Brian stopped again, still holding the tip in his mouth, and sucking.

 

“You asshole!” Justin screamed.  “Please, please!  I can’t stand it!”

 

Brian released him again and Justin reached for his cock.  Once more Brian prevented him.  Justin rolled over, determined to go to the bathroom and jerk off.  Brian grabbed him and pushed him face down into the bed.  He was once more pinned under Brian’s body.

 

Brian breathed in his ear, and Justin bit his lip to stop from screaming.  He felt Brian’s hands run up and down his sides, as the man lay on top of him.

 

“Beg nicely and I’ll finish you off,” Brian whispered.

 

Justin considered his options in his needy state.  He thought his cock was going to explode if he didn’t get relief soon.  He couldn’t escape from Brian’s grasp, and he knew from experience that Brian had a million ways to bring him to the edge and then leave him hanging.  As desperately as he wanted to win this one, he knew he wasn’t going to, at least not in the traditional sense of winning.

 

“I give up,” Justin said, and flopped down, completely limp.

 

Brian looked at Justin’s back and waited.  Nothing happened.  The boy just lay there.

 

“Justin,” Brian said, “I don’t hear any begging.”

 

Justin remained silent and unmoving.  He was backing away from the edge of orgasm, and if Brian left him alone a bit longer, he might just win.

 

“Shit,” Justin said, as he felt Brian’s tongue trace down his spine, into the crack of his ass and stop at his pucker.  He knew he was lost now.  Brian’s tongue licked over the hole and Justin’s cock throbbed.  Brian kissed the hole and gave it a gentle suck.  Justin whimpered.  Brian spit on the pucker and it spasmed.

 

“Ah, ah, aahh!” Justin moaned.  “Please, oh, please!”

 

Brian’s tongue darted in and Justin really began to beg.  “Shit, Brian.  I gave up.  Please finish this or else stop.  I’m going crazy.  Please, please, please, pleeeaaasse!”

 

Brian grinned.  “What do you want me to do, baby?  I’m sorry if I’ve tormented you.”

 

“I don’t care.  Fuck me or jerk me off.  Just fucking do something!”

 

Brian turned him over, and with a few caresses of his talented lips, Justin came in his mouth.  The boy lay gasping on the bed, as Brian looked down at his face.  After a minute or two the blue eyes fluttered open and looked up at Brian.

 

“I could learn to hate you,” Justin said.

 

“They say there’s a fine line between love and hate,” Brian observed as he ran a finger around each of Justin’s breasts.

 

“Leave me alone,” Justin said, pushing his hand away.  “How did I get myself into this mess?”

 

“You always want to prove you can beat me, but you know I’m more experienced and craftier.”

 

“I should know better than to take on the master manipulator,” Justin retorted.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“Nothing.  It doesn’t matter.”

 

“Yes, it does.  I don’t like being called a manipulator, especially by you.”

 

“Well, you sure as shit did manipulate me.  You have to admit that.  Besides I was mad about losing.”

 

“I guess I did,” Brian conceded.

 

“It was almost too much,” Justin admitted, looking sad.

 

“I’m sorry, baby.  I thought you were into it.  You really held out for a long time.”

 

“Yeah.  I actually thought for a minute I might win, if I played dead possum.  But then you started rimming me and I knew it was game over.  I can’t resist that.”

 

“That’s good to know.”

 

“Well, it’s not good for me.  I don’t like being on the losing end all the time,” Justin stated.

 

“Okay.  We won’t do that again,” Brian said, realizing that he had pushed Justin too far and upset him on this special night.

 

“I didn’t say that.”

 

“What?”

 

“I didn’t say that I don’t want to play our games.  Most of the time they’re awesome.  I was mad and frustrated about losing, not about the sex.  You know how to push so many buttons.  I don’t like losing, but I learn something almost every time you fuck me.”

 

“And what did you learn this time?” Brian asked.

 

“That it’s possible to love and hate someone at the same time.  That sexual frustration can be both exciting and excruciating.”

 

Brian chuckled.

 

“And ... that begging can get you what you want.”

 

“What kind of a lesson is that?  Don’t use begging that way.”

 

“You just taught me that.  Now you don’t want me to beg.”

 

“That was a game. You shouldn’t beg for anything else.  I think I need to teach you a better lesson.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Hmm.  Like how to make a pound of hamburger feed five people.”

 

Justin burst out laughing.  “There are so many things wrong with that statement coming out of your mouth that I don’t know where to begin.”

 

“Then don’t start.  Come over here and kiss me.”

Justin did.  They clung together.

 

Brian said softly, “You know, if I ever push you too far, tell me.  I don’t want to hurt you or upset you.  Don’t be too stubborn to say something.  Is that a deal?”

 

“Deal,” Justin said.  “Want to pinkie swear?”

 

“No, I don’t, you twat!”

 

“I know you’d never hurt me,” Justin whispered.

 

“I wouldn’t intentionally, but I might by accident.”

 

“I’ll tell you, I promise.”

 

“Good.  By the way, thanks for the special dinner, the toast and the pie, and the extras,” Brian said, meaning every word.

 

“You’re welcome.  I especially enjoyed the extras.”

 

Brian chuckled, “So did I.”

 

“I also enjoyed talking,” Justin added.  “You don’t often talk about your family.  We each had a grandmother who influenced us a lot.”

 

“Are you searching for similarities between us?”

 

“Sort of, I guess.”

 

“Well don’t.  It’s our differences I like.”

 

“There’s lots of those,” Justin said.  “Too numerous to mention.”

 

“Thank God!  You don’t want to be anything like me.”

 

“I already am.  You created me in your image.”

 

Brian grimaced.  He knew that Justin was joking, but there was more truth in that statement than Brian wanted to think about.

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