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Brian and Justin had just finished making love for the second time since
Justin's surprise visit to
"How long can you stay?" Brian asked.
"I should go back Tuesday night, especially if you're going back to work."
"I was going to go back to work on Tuesday, if the doctor gave me the go ahead."
"Do you have to?"
"Got something better for me to do?" Brian asked with a grin.
"I can think of a few things."
Brian hugged his Sunshine to his chest.
He had been starting to feel better, but now he felt
great. He didn't care what the
doctor said on Tuesday, he was spending the day with
Justin. Fuck work!
"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Brian asked.
"This is good." Justin grinned.
"You are so easy!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Did you just call me an asshole?" Justin asked.
Brian chuckled. "Sounded more like arsehole," he replied.
"Same difference," Justin giggled.
"I've missed you, laying here like this and joking
around. Since I got sick it's
been so lonely and boring being trapped in here all by
myself."
"Didn't you have some visitors?" Justin asked sweetly.
"I certainly did. I was ready to fucking kill you when they first started showing up."
"And then?"
"I kind of got used to them."
"Really?" Justin was surprised.
"Yeah. It broke up the day. They all seemed to want to tuck me in. I got so I kind of liked it."
"You're very tuckable," Justin said softly and smiled at him.
"Why are you smiling?"
"No reason." Justin was thinking that Brian probably never got tucked in as a little boy. That was just another thing that he had likely been deprived of as a child. "I love you," Justin said, kissing him.
"Hey!" Brian said. "Want to reenact that dream I was telling you about on the phone yesterday?"
"Sure! I'm already naked."
Brian chuckled. "Told you you
were easy."
"Lucky for you!"
"Very lucky for me! Let's see. You were naked and you were kissing me everywhere."
"I can do that," Justin stated.
"What are you waiting for?"
Justin began kissing him, light feathery kisses, all over his body. He made sure to kiss the spots he knew particularly turned Brian on, the hollow of his neck, around his navel, the left earlobe, his nipples, inside his right thigh, the tip of his cock. There were so many delicious places and so little time.
Brian moaned. Justin could see his cock stiffening and lengthening. He stopped kissing and gazed into Brian's eyes.
"Wasn't there something about hands in that dream?" he asked, lust in his eyes.
"Hands, fingers, lips, legs, tongues, aah!" Brian gasped, as Justin's hands roamed willfully wherever they wanted, while his mouth encircled the tip of his cock.
Justin sucked on the head, then ran his tongue under the cap and gently probed there.
"Aaaahhh!' Brian gasped again.
Justin sucked harder and took more of the heavy cock into his mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Brian moaned, writhing.
Suddenly Brian grabbed Justin's hair and held on. He began to cough, deep and wracking sounds coming from his chest. Justin thought it would never stop. There was nothing he could do but wait and worry. Finally Brian stopped coughing and wiped his mouth. He fell back against the pillows and gasped for air.
"Brian?" Justin said softly, his voice full of concern.
"Fuck!" Brian gasped.
"Are you all right?" Justin looked at him from troubled blue eyes.
"Do I fucking sound like I'm all right?" Brian spat out.
"I'm…I'm sorry. I guess we overdid it."
"You think? This is what it has
been like for the last few days, so you might as well get used to it."
"But I thought you were better."
"So did I, but I guess I'm not as over it as I thought."
"I'm sorry," Justin said again, running his hand over Brian's chest.
"Me too!" Brian agreed, looking down at his flaccid cock.
Justin followed Brian's line of sight. He reached for the cock, planning to work his magic once again.
"Leave me alone!" Brian said. He pushed Justin's hand away and rolled over so his back was to the boy. He pulled the duvet up over his shoulders and buried his face in the pillow.
"Brian?" Justin's tentative voice asked.
"Fucking leave me alone!"
"I can't. I won't. I love you."
"So what? I'm useless. Can't even keep it up."
"You're still sick."
"Let it go, Justin."
"I can't. I love you."
Justin snuggled down under the duvet and pressed his chest against Brian's
back. He felt Brian pull away,
but he just moved closer and snuggled up
again. Brian sighed, then Justin
felt him relax back into Justin's body.
Justin sighed too and caressed Brian's
hip. He didn't say anything more,
just stayed in contact with Brian's body and ran his hand along the slender
frame that he loved.
"I love you," Justin whispered again.
"I know," Brian replied, "but at the moment that doesn't make me feel any better."
Justin merely kissed his shoulder and kept running his hand along Brian's
side. He felt Brian sigh
again. He pulled the duvet snug
under Brian's chin, effectively tucking him
in. After a few minutes he could
tell by Brian's even breathing that he was asleep.
Once Brian had settled, Justin got out of bed and threw on his
clothes. He went down to the
windows and looked out at
"Shit!" Justin muttered. "This was supposed to be a good thing!"
He turned away from the window and looked up at Brian's sleeping
form. It was almost
He took it out, smelled it and decided to reheat it for lunch. He put it in the oven and went over to sit on the couch. He realized that in a few weeks he would be coming back here to live. He glanced up at Brian in their bed. Brian would never be easy to live with. That was the nature of the beast.
Justin sighed. He knew he
had changed since he had been in
He still loved Brian, always would, of that he was
sure. But how would Brian take
to this new Justin, this older and wiser Justin, this independent
Justin? He shook his
head. Brian had made him go to
That was the million dollar question! They couldn't go back to the way things had been, because he wasn't the same. What did that mean to their relationship?
"Hey!" he heard Brian say. He was standing at the top of the steps to the bedroom, wearing his sweats.
"Hey," Justin responded, standing up.
"I smelled something good," Brian said by way of explanation.
"I found the remnants of a casserole, so I put it in the oven to heat
up. Want
some?"
"I could be persuaded."
"Sit down and I'll get it out of the oven."
Brian sat at the table and Justin brought the casserole to
him. He dished out some for each
of them. Brian watched him.
"I'm sorry," Brian said in a barely audible whisper.
"I know," Justin said, taking a bite of the casserole.
Brian took a bite, looking at Justin as he did so. "I didn't mean to ruin your surprise. I'm glad you're here."
"That's good."
"Justin, what's wrong? Is it
what just happened between us?"
"Not really. I … I was thinking
about how things are different now, about how I'm different."
"Different?" Brian asked.
"I don't know if we should get into this right now."
"Into what?'
Justin sighed. "I was thinking
about how I've changed since I went to
"Won't it be the same?" Brian asked, looking worried.
"I don't think so. I'm not the same. You wanted me to experience things and meet new people, and I have."
"You've met someone?" Brian asked, now looking really worried.
"No, you twat! I love you! But I know I'm different from the teenager that left here four months ago."
"Different how?"
"I feel more grown up, like I can look after myself."
"That's good, isn't it?"
"Yes, but what does that mean to
us?"
"Us?"
"I just mean that I'm not sure where we'll stand when I come back."
"Am I missing something?" Brian asked.
"You are coming back…here.
You still love me. I love
you. What's the problem?"
Justin sighed. He didn't really
know how to answer that question.
He just knew it would be different somehow.
Brian waited, puzzled by Justin's
silence. He could see the boy
thinking, trying to find a way to explain what he
meant. "Justin, can't we just
live it and let things happen?" Brian asked simply.
"Mr. Go-With-the-Flow?" Justin teased him.
"I try, even if it's not my nature."
"I know you do. I guess I'm trying
to prepare you for a new and improved version of me when I come back."
"I like the old version," Brian began.
He saw Justin's face fall at these
words. "But I'm sure I'll like
the new, improved version even more."
Justin's face lit up. "Have I
told you lately that I love you?" he asked.
"I think you did a while ago in bed." Brian said and made a face. "I shouldn't have told you to leave me alone. I appreciate you coming here."
"It's about time you did!" Justin stated.
"Ungrateful wretch!" Justin
teased. He stood up and started
stacking the dishes to clear the table.
As he reached over to collect Brian's plate, Brian grabbed his wrist and gently pulled him around the table and onto his lap. He nuzzled Justin's neck and the boy giggled. "I want to have my way with you again!" Brian whispered.
"Hmm, seems to me that you owe me a date and the best fuck of my life, if I remember correctly."
Brian groaned. "Can't you give
a sick man a break?"
"I didn't mean you had to do it right now."
"Good, because I'm not sure I could do it right now, although I do seem to
be getting up for it."
Justin could feel Brian's cock stiffen under his butt cheeks.
"Must be my best feature having its usual effect on you." Justin squirmed around on Brian's knee, making sure his bum rubbed deliciously over Brian's growing hard-on.
"Um," Brian groaned. "That bottom of yours will be the death of me."
"We don't have to do anything, Brian," Justin said seriously, afraid his
actions might trigger another coughing fit.
Brian wrapped his arms around Justin's waist and pulled him closer to kiss him. Justin's body molded into Brian's, his arms went around Brian's neck and his fingers pressed into Brian's scalp forcing their lips together. Brian's hand slid around to Justin's crotch and groped his cock through his cargo pants. They each groaned as they stopped kissing in order to take a deep breath. Brian stood them up, grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him towards the bed. Justin hung back.
"Are you sure?" he asked Brian.
"I'd carry you, only I haven't been myself lately," Brian said, tongue in cheek.
Justin giggled and snaked his arm around Brian's hips.
They undressed each other, stopping for kisses after each garment. Brian pushed Justin onto his stomach, lubed his waiting hole with eager fingers and shoved his latex covered dick into that warm, soft tunnel. Justin pushed back and Brian was fully impaled. Brian began deep, slow thrusts, driving as far into his lover as he could go.
The rhythm they established suited them both. They were so in tune with each other, with each other's needs, with the movements that drove the other one crazy. They rocked against each other, spiraling toward orgasm. They moaned, they grunted, they yelled, they groaned, they called out each other's name, they came!
When they were done, they lay cradled in each other's arms. Justin kissed Brian's mouth and said, "That was awesome … for a sick guy."
Brian snorted. "That was fucking
awesome for any guy! In fact
that may be the best fuck of your life."
Justin laughed. "That was good, very good in fact, but you're not getting out of the bet that easily."
"You think that was easy?" Brian grinned at him.
"It was definitely one of your better ones, our better ones, but I'm not sure it qualifies as the best."
"And here I said you were easy," Brian smiled.
"I'm very demanding about certain things."
"So I see."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"We could try again."
Justin felt Brian's cock jerk against his groin.
"Brian, I … I … I don't want you to overdo it. Remember what happened a little while ago." There was concern in Justin's voice.
"I'm trying to forget."
"We still have the rest of today and all
tomorrow. And the rest of our
lives if you need it," Justin said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Twat!" Brian smacked his bum.
"Perfection is a hard thing to achieve."
"Speaking of hard things…"
Brian's hand wrapped around Justin's stiffening rod.
"Brian!" Justin warned, worried about Brian's stamina.
"Oh, all right. Lie here next to me and we'll just fool around."
"Brian?"
"How come you fit so perfectly against me when you're so short?" Brian asked, hoping to distract Justin by changing the subject.
"I'm not short! You're tall."
"So how come?"
"Because we were made for each other."
Brian snorted.
"Don't you believe that?" Justin asked, pushing back from Brian's body to be able to look into his eyes.
"That's romantic drivel," Brian responded.
"No! It's not!" Justin replied, staring into Brian's eyes. "I'm positive we were destined to be together. It couldn't be any other way."
"How can you possibly know that?"
"I just do."
Brian looked at this wonderful creature who had come into his life and turned
everything upside down, who had made him reassess everything he did and
everything he believed in. If
they weren't fated to be together from the first moment Brian had been drawn
to him under that lamppost on Liberty Avenue, then why had everything changed
… for the better? Why did
his world revolve around this golden sun?
"I guess you're right," Brian said softly.
Justin stared at him. He hadn't expected Brian to agree with him. He was the one who believed in destiny and eternal love. Did that simple statement mean that Brian believed it too?
"Justin, why are you staring at me?"
"Sometimes you amaze me, and it proves why I love you so much," Justin
replied. He kissed Brian's chin
and then his luscious lips. He
could feel his cock rubbing against Brian's, and he wanted this man so
badly.
"I want to fuck you," Justin whispered between kisses.
"Don't think I'm up to doing you?" Brian grinned at him. Justin was glad to see the anger over their previous problem was gone.
"Oh, you're up all right!" Justin gave Brian's cock a playful tug. "But I want to be inside of you."
"I await your pleasuring of me, kind sir," Brian said in a pitiful British
accent, and flung his arms out to the side in surrender.
Justin chuckled. "I never said I'd be kind." He shoved Brian roughly over onto his stomach.
"Hey, take it easy, macho man!" Brian teased.
"I'm going to show you how it's done!" Justin bragged.
Brian snorted. "Begin the lesson!" he commanded.
"Ready, willing and able!" Justin stated. He began kissing Brian's neck and shoulders. Brian shifted around to capture a kiss on the lips, his tongue probing into his lover's mouth. He moaned in satisfaction. Every part of his little boy was so tempting, so delicious.
Justin finished the kiss and pushed him back onto his stomach. He kissed down Brian's spine to the crack of his ass. He pressed the cheeks apart and looked at the rosy pucker he intended to claim. He squeezed Brian's cheeks and blew over the pucker. Brian squirmed. He licked along Brian's crack and over the pucker. It spasmed a welcome.
"Like that?" Justin asked, smiling.
"Mmm."
Justin's tongue began to open Brian's
hole. Little by little he sent
his tongue deeper and deeper into his
lover. He felt Brian tense and
relax and allow the hole to open to his
ministrations. Then Brian pushed
back, wanting more.
"Ready?" Justin asked.
"Mmm."
Justin donned a condom, lubed it and drove into his
partner. Brian's head flew up
and he keened his pleasure and surprise at the sudden
onslaught. "Justin!" he yelled.
"Right thing to say!" Justin yelled back at him. He pounded into Brian's tight channel.
"Oh, God! Justin!" Brian gripped the sheet and held on as best he could.
Justin continued the assault, his mouth falling open as he gasped for air. He felt the first tinglings of orgasm, but he tried to push that back, not ready for this to come to its inevitable conclusion just yet. He paused for a moment and got a better grip on Brian's hips. Then he renewed his onslaught, driving towards the release he knew would be explosive. Sweat dripped into his eyes as he continued to pound against Brian's ass.
"Fuck!" he heard Brian groan. "Oh, fuck!" His lover screamed, "Justin, Fuck!!!!" Brian came and came and came. His hole contracted around Justin's cock. Justin had been trying to wait, to prolong the pleasure, but this set him off. He yelled, "Yes!!!" at the top of his lungs, and rode the waves of ecstasy as they swept through his being. He collapsed on top of Brian, both he and his dick spent.
After a minute or two, or a day or two, or a lifetime or two, Justin pulled out of Brian and rolled onto his back. He lay staring up at the ceiling. He felt Brian turn over and he knew the man was looking at him.
"Jesus, Justin!" Brian gasped. "I'm a sick man. Are you trying to kill me?"
Justin giggled. "Don't give me
that. You loved every minute
of it."
"Yeah, I did," Brian admitted.
"I'm not sure what I was trying to do," Justin said seriously, "maybe trying to show you how I've changed." He turned his eyes to look at Brian, silently asking if he understood what had just happened.
"Whatever you were doing, it was pretty fantastic."
"You're not upset?" Justin turned onto his side and ran his palm over Brian's chest, caressing the nipples that stood up to his attentions.
"Why would I be upset?"
"I felt like I was asserting myself. I'm not a nelly bottom."
"You've never been a nelly bottom.
The first time we were together, you told me you were a top …
and a bottom. You were right."
Justin giggled. "I didn't even
know what you were asking me. I
was such a stupid kid!" Justin said ruefully.
"Not stupid! Never stupid!" Brian stated emphatically. "You were naïve, but it was also the truth. I've always known you were a natural top." Brian looked at his Sunshine. "But I always thought you liked bottoming for me."
"I do. I always have and I always
will. But now the question is,
do you like bottoming for me?"
"Only for you!" Brian smiled at him.
"That's why we're so good together."
"We are, aren't we?" Brian said seriously.
"Perfect!" Justin agreed. "I should go get some food, so I can make you some dinner," Justin said.
"That's the other reason we're so good together. You cook and I don't."
Justin gave him a little swat on the arm. "Somebody has to look after you."
"Let's order in. I don't want you leaving me for even a minute."
"I don't think doctors recommend take-out for their patients."
"We can order something healthy."
"Okay, you talked me into it."
They ended up ordering Italian, thinking that pasta was easily
digestible. They sat side by
side on the couch, listening to some soft jazz and talking about what had
to be done before Justin would return to
"What time do you have to see the doctor tomorrow?" Justin asked.
"I have the first appointment of the day."
"I'll go with you," Justin suggested, "if you want."
"Good. You can fend off all the
sick people in the waiting room."
Justin giggled at Brian's phobia of waiting rooms full of sick
people. "Do you think the doctor
will give you the all clear?"
"He better. I hardly cough anymore,
except for that incident in bed."
"That's the only time I've seen you cough since I've been here," Justin
observed. "Do your lungs feel
clear?"
"How the fuck do I know? I didn't
know they were clogged."
"I just wondered if they felt … you know … better," Justin
explained.
"At the beginning it felt like a fucking vise was compressing my
chest. It was hard to breathe."
"But now that feeling's gone.
Right?"
"Yeah, thank the fucking stars!"
"You certainly sound more like yourself," Justin teased him.
Justin and Brian finished eating, and cleaned up the remnants of their meal.
"What do you want to do now?" Justin asked.
"I'd like to get out of this fucking apartment, but I'm supposed to stay put until I see the doctor tomorrow."
"TV?" Justin asked.
"I guess so."
They spent the rest of the evening watching an old mystery movie called "The
Jagged Edge". They also spent
a lot of time kissing. Justin
leaned into Brian's body, content to rest against the strong chest, but
periodically he had to turn for a kiss from those delectable
lips. And just as often Brian
would lean forward to claim Justin's sweet lips in a kiss of his
own. There were several scary
bits, especially at the end, where Justin would jump, and Brian would have
to kiss him to calm and reassure him.
At least that was the rationale he
used. By the time the movie was
over they were both aroused.
Brian led Justin up to the bed and did his damnedest to demonstrate and convince Justin that this was the best fuck of his life. He prolonged orgasm until he had Justin panting and begging for release. He brought them both to the edge, then backed off several times. When they were done Justin declared it fabulous, and probably the longest fuck they had ever had, but he wasn't convinced that it was the best.
"I guess I don't need to worry about your stamina anymore," Justin said, wiping his hand across Brian's sweaty brow.
Brian snorted. "How am I going to pay off this bet, if you never admit that a fuck is the best?"
"I never said how we were going to define 'best', and we can work on it for a long, long, long, long time." Justin grinned at him.
"Oh, so it's just a ploy to get gratuitous sex whenever you want it?" Brian challenged.
"Yes," Justin said sweetly. "Very excellent sex too!"
"Twat," Brian chuckled and gave him a swat on the butt.
Justin kissed him and rested his cheek on Brian's chest. "I'm sure the doctor is going to say you're fine tomorrow. You seem so much better."
"I feel better. You make me feel
better."
Justin smiled. "So can we go
on a date tomorrow night?"
"I thought you were going back tomorrow night."
"I've been thinking. If I caught
an early morning flight on Wednesday, I'd only miss one
class. Then we could spend all
day … and night together tomorrow.
How does that sound?"
"Fabulous! I am so ready to get
out of here."
"Cabin fever?"
"Big time! Where do you want
to go on your date?"
"Surprise me."
"Hmm." Brian seemed to be weighing
possible choices, and then a trace of a smile played over his lips.
"What are you planning?"
"Not telling! You said to surprise
you."
"Then maybe we should get some rest.
I don’t want any relapses."
Brian made a face. "Me
either."
They snuggled down in the bed, spooning together. Justin was thinking how well they did fit together and wondering where Brian would take him on his date. Brian noted again how well they fit together and then began planning tomorrow night's date in his head. He had an idea of how he would finally give Justin the best fuck of his life.
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When they awoke the next morning, neither of them could believe how well they had slept. Brian was sure it was all the exercise that they had had in bed, coupled with the last remnants of being sick. Justin was sure it was all the exercise they had had in bed, coupled with worry about Brian's health.
They went to the doctor early to be sure they were the first patient of the day. Brian wanted to get that over with quickly. The doctor said Brian's lungs sounded clear, and said he could go back to work. He also warned him to get plenty of rest and make sure he finished the rest of his prescription of antibiotics.
Brian had called Cynthia to say that he would be in tomorrow, so they
had the rest of the day to themselves.
They sat in the Jeep deciding what they would
do. Justin wanted to get some
groceries to cook for Brian and make sure he had some nutritious food to
eat after Justin went back to
Brian decided he had a better idea.
He drove them to downtown
They decided on slacks that were the color of chocolate milk, and fit over Justin's bubble butt like the liquid of the same name. The wool fabric was so soft it felt like a velvet caress to Justin's skin. They topped it with a creamy yellow V-neck silk sweater that clung delectably to Justin's upper body. His sunshine pendant hung perfectly in the V.
Brian was hard pressed to keep his eyes or his hands off his golden boy. He seemed to glow in the new outfit. Brian was thrilled with the effect, and Justin had to admit that he looked pretty spectacular.
The clerk packed up their purchases and they headed off to the grocery store. Justin picked out food for lunch, but also made Brian stock up on a few things that would be good for him after Justin left.
They arrived back at the loft and had some
lunch. By the time they had eaten,
it was almost
They curled up in bed together, talked a bit, kissed a lot and blew each other. After that they snuggled together and did fall asleep.
Around four-thirty Brian woke up and kissed Justin awake. The boy responded before he was even fully aware of what was going on, kissing Brian deeply and luxuriously. Brian felt his cock throb in response. His hand slid down Justin's spine and pressed the young man against him. Two cocks rubbed, two groins thrust against each other and two mouths moaned in anticipation.
Brian's hands moved down and massaged Justin's butt. A finger pressed against his hole and he gasped.
"Gonna try for another 'best fuck of my life'?" he asked in a voice husky with lust.
"I'm game if you are." Brian smiled.
"Go for it!"
Brian chuckled, but his hands began their work in earnest. They skimmed across Justin's skin, pinching and gently scratching everywhere. They rubbed and kneaded, they pressed and squeezed. In minutes Brian had Justin panting beneath him.
"Fuck me, Brian," he begged. "Now!"
In seconds Brian was inside him. The roller coaster ride hurtled them both toward orgasm. Brian worked every trick in his mighty repertoire, until finally Justin screamed his name and shot his load in a shattering climax. Brian soon followed and they lay sated and exhausted beside each other.
"That was awesome!" Justin gasped.
"Does it qualify as best?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure, but we are definitely getting closer."
Brian groaned. "You are an impossible
task master!"
"Yes and you love it."
"Yeah, I do, and I …"
"What?" Justin asked.
"Nothing. Let's take a shower." Justin couldn't make out the look on Brian's face. He had been sure that Brian was going to say that he loved him, but something had made him stop. He wondered if something was wrong.
Brian pulled him up and into the shower to get ready for their date. By the time they had primped and preened and finally dressed, it was time to leave. Brian looked at Justin in his new clothes and pronounced him beautiful. Justin blushed and returned the compliment.
They set off toward downtown. After a while Justin was pretty sure where they were going. He smiled to himself. They turned onto a street that Justin recognized and he knew they were going to Emile's where they had enjoyed an unforgettable meal so many months ago.
"A dinner to remember," Justin whispered.
Brian smiled at him.
They walked hand in hand up to the door where Emile greeted them effusively. "Ah, Monsieur Brian and Monsieur Justin, it is so good to see you again."
"Evening, Emile," Brian said. "Is
our table ready?"
"Table?" Justin looked at Brian questioningly.
"Right this way," Emile said, leading them to the Bronze Room.
They were seated in a very private banquette in a corner of the room. Emile told them their waiter would be right with them, and quietly withdrew.
"Aren't we going upstairs?" Justin asked.
"Not tonight," Brian replied.
"Oh?" Justin seemed disappointed.
Brian grinned at him. "We're just here for dinner tonight. The food is really delicious."
"I kind of remember that it was delicious, but there are other things I remember
more."
Brian smiled, but said nothing.
Their waiter appeared and brought a bottle of chardonnay. He poured them each a glass.
Brian raised his glass and said, "A toast to you, Justin. My lover, my partner, my friend and now my nurse. You're the best!" They clinked their glasses and each took a sip of the wine.
"That was … nice, Brian. I didn't expect a toast."
"There may be a few other things you didn't expect."
"Really? Like what?"
"Patience, grasshopper, and all will be revealed."
Justin looked at this beautiful man, wondering what he had in store for the
rest of the evening.
Dinner was wonderful. They started with a baby spinach salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Justin didn't think he had ever had a better salad. This was followed by sea bass with mango salsa, accompanied by tiny roast potatoes and green beans that tasted better than any green beans either of them had ever had.
"That was an unbelievable meal!" Justin said, finishing up his fish.
"The best!" Brian said.
"The best!" Justin agreed.
There was that strange little smile on Brian's face again.
The waiter cleared the dishes and brought coffee. In a few minutes he returned with a slice of lemon cheesecake and two forks.
"You ordered dessert?" Justin asked in disbelief.
"We're sharing."
"Okay."
Brian took a bite of the cheesecake and Justin watched his face light up. "Delicious!" he said.
Justin took a bite. It melted in his mouth, a creamy mass with a burst of lemon tang. Justin grinned. "This is the best cheesecake I have ever had!" Justin gushed his approval.
The same enigmatic smile played across Brian's face. Justin couldn't help but wonder what else he had planned. They finished off the cheesecake and the waiter brought them each a brandy.
Brian raised his glass. "To an evening of superlatives!" he said.
They finished off their brandies, making small talk and enjoying each other's company. Brian had reached across the table and touched Justin's hand several times during dinner. Each time there had been that little jolt of electricity between them. Justin was certain they had never been closer or more in tune with each other than they were tonight.
Brandies finished, they got up to leave.
Emile met them at the door, handing them their jackets. A waiter appeared with a small box that had a single red rose lying across the top of it. Emile took it and handed it to Brian. Brian picked up the rose and presented it to Justin.
Justin knew he was blushing as he accepted it.
"A beautiful rose for a beautiful young man!" Brian stated.
Justin was sure his face must be scarlet from the heat and love radiating from deep inside him. His new pants had also gotten uncomfortably tight all of a sudden.
"Emile beamed at them both. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, gentlemen."
"Thanks, Emile," they both replied as they left the restaurant.
Justin wondered what was in the little box and what else Brian had arranged for them. He wondered if they were going anywhere else.
Brian got into the Jeep and looked over at Justin. "Did you enjoy dinner?" he asked.
"Fabulous!" Justin responded.
"Even without going upstairs?"
"I think that was the best meal I've ever had!" Justin gushed.
"It was good, wasn't it?" There was that smile again.
"Where to now?" Justin asked.
"You'll see."
Brian started the car and they headed back in the general direction of the
loft. That's where Justin thought
they might be going, and he was a little
disappointed. Dinner had been
so special, and he didn't want the date to be over yet.
As they drew closer to the loft, Brian made an unexpected turn. Justin knew almost immediately where they were going. He smiled.
"Know where we're going?" Brian asked, noting the smile.
"Yes."
Brian stopped on the shoulder of the road near the
river. They got out, and Brian
put his arm around Justin's waist as they walked down to their
bench. This was where Brian had
brought him when they were trying to find their way back to each other, trying
to fix their 'relationship'. This
was the place that Justin started to believe that Brian trusted him, when
he revealed this secret spot where he came when he was troubled or afraid
or needed to think. Only Brian
and Michael had known about it until Brian had trusted Justin enough to bring
him there.
The river was very calm this night, almost like glass, and lights reflected off the shimmering surface.
"It's so beautiful tonight," Justin said.
"And peaceful," Brian added.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Brian stared at him, apparently deciding what to
say. "I know sometimes it seems
like I don't listen to you," he began.
Justin grinned at him.
"What?" Brian asked.
"I used to think that," Justin said, continuing to grin, "and it was … frustrating."
"Used to?"
"I finally learned that you hear
everything. When it seems like
you've ignored what was said or deliberately changed the subject to something
else, you're really putting it aside until you've had time to think about
it and digest it."
"You know that?"
Justin nodded.
"I'll be damned!"
"So what do you want to tell me that you think I don't know you heard?"
"Run that by me again."
Justin giggled. "You heard that too."
Brian sighed. "When you were
telling me about how you've changed, I let it pass, but I did hear you."
"So?"
"So I think we need to talk about what that means."
"Okay."
"You said that you've grown up, that you're more assertive."
"I did and I am."
"Justin, I think that's a good thing."
Justin smiled at him.
"I guess the concern is how that will affect us, as partners."
Justin nodded.
"How can we know that until you come back?"
"We can't. I told you, so that you could have some time to think about it and digest it, so that it wouldn't take you by surprise."
"Smart little fucker, aren't you?"
Justin giggled. "I still love you, and I want us to be together. I…I want to have more say about how we live and what we do. I know I don't contribute financially…yet, but I don't want to be treated like a kid and told what to do."
"I don't intentionally do that."
"I know, but sometimes it just comes out."
"And you're going to call me on it in the future?"
"You got it!" Justin said.
"I think I'm going to get it, in more ways than
one."
Justin giggled again. "Oh, you're going to get it all right!" He placed his arms on either side of Brian's neck and leaned in to kiss him. They sat 'frenching' for several minutes, enjoying the feel and taste of each other.
Finally Justin pulled back. "My new pants are getting tighter by the minute. Let's go home."
"Asserting yourself?" Brian asked, tongue in cheek.
Justin nodded.
Holding hands, they walked up the hill to the Jeep. They kissed a bit more before Brian started the car and drove them to the loft. They kissed on the elevator on the way up. Justin carried his rose and Brian carried the box Emile had given him, but they still managed to have their hands all over each other's body. Brian quickly unlocked the door and they rushed up to the bedroom.
Brian set the box on the nightstand and Justin placed his rose next to it. Brian grabbed Justin in a smoldering embrace. The kiss took Justin's breath away. He clung to Brian's body when the kiss ended, his knees suddenly weak.
"Let's get you out of your new clothes," Brian said softly. He proceeded to tenderly undress his golden boy, carefully folding each garment and laying it on the dresser. Justin stood silently, slightly dazed, and allowed Brian to continue with his ministrations. Brian removed everything except Justin's underwear. Justin's cock had long since been hard and it tented out his briefs, staining them with precum.
Brian ran his hands over the slender body and drew him in for another intoxicating kiss. He pushed Justin gently down onto the bed and laid the boy on his back. He slithered Justin's briefs down his legs and off. His cock, red and swollen, strained against his belly. He looked longingly at Brian.
Brian stood up and quickly undressed. Then he lay down beside Justin and kissed him once again.
"I love you," Brian said.
Justin opened his mouth to tell Brian that he loved him too, but Brian put his finger against Justin's lips to indicate that he didn't want the boy to speak.
Brian kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and chewing on his bottom lip. Justin sighed.
"I love you," Brian said again.
He sucked on Justin's nipple until it stood stiff and proud.
"I love you," he repeated.
He turned to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, then a gentle tug on the ring.
"I love you."
Justin again went to state his own love for Brian, but the same finger on
his lips silenced him. He understood
then that Brian didn't want him to say anything at all.
Brian shifted down and began kissing each toe on Justin's
feet. When he completed that
task, he looked into his lover's eyes and said, "I love
you."
He worked up Justin's legs, kissing every sensitive spot, the ankles, behind the knees, many kisses on the insides of the thighs.
"I love you," Brian repeated like a mantra.
Justin felt like he was going to explode any second. His cock ached and strained, but he knew intuitively that Brian didn't want him to touch it.
Brian gently rolled him over onto his stomach. He kissed all the way down Justin's spine and stopped just above his pucker.
"I love you," he repeated again.
He spread Justin's legs and ran his tongue from the base of his spine to Justin's balls.
"I love you."
His tongue probed Justin's sac and then he sucked on the balls contained inside. Justin gasped.
"I love you," Brian said again.
His tongue moved up to the pucker. He licked across it wetting the area. He sucked on it and tongued over it again. Justin whimpered.
"I love you," Brian said.
His tongue dove in again and again. He could feel Justin shaking beneath him. He tenderly flipped the boy over and kissed him deeply. Justin pressed against him with every fiber of his being.
"I love you," Brian said, looking into his eyes.
Brian slid on a condom and lubed his own throbbing cock. He leaned back in for another kiss. He felt Justin press his cock against his, looking for release. He gently pushed the boy back onto the mattress and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. He looked into Justin's eyes and said once more, "I love you."
He plunged in, bending Justin in half, and reaching for his mouth once
again. His cock rested in that
warm, tight tunnel that felt like home.
"I love you," Brian whispered.
He drew back and plunged in again. Justin's hips thrust up to meet him. "Ahhh!" they each expelled a breath at the tender collision.
Brian thrust in again and again. Each thrust was followed by, "I love you." Brian found it increasingly difficult to get the words to come out. He was steadily losing control. He felt his balls draw up, and he yelled, "I love you!" once more. He pounded into his lover.
Justin was beyond coherent thought. He knew he was going to die any minute now. No one could possibly feel and experience all of these sensations without dying at the end of it. The tempered steel of his cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust from Brian. He was going to explode, and suddenly he did, shooting all over himself and Brian, as waves of ecstasy washed over him and he drowned in this sea of intense feelings.
He felt Brian thrust once more, and heard him scream, "I love you!" one last time.
Brian lay atop his lover, his dick still firmly inside Justin. He had no idea how long they had been lying like this. He gently pulled out and rolled over, disposing of the condom. He heard Justin moan. Carefully he turned him over and cradled him in his arms. He could feel Justin shaking or shivering.
"Are you all right?" Brian asked softly.
Justin shook his head, tears in his eyes.
"Justin?" Brian looked into his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," the boy gulped. "No." Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
Justin gulped for air and fought to control his
emotions. "I…I've never
felt anything like that."
"Neither have I, now that you mention it. Are you okay?"
"I think so. Brian, what happened? I thought I was going to die, and I wouldn't have cared. It was so wonderful!"
"Maybe that's what they mean when they talk about making love," Brian mused. "I've never felt anything like that before either."
Justin had stopped shaking, but he still clung to
Brian. They were silent for a
while, merely holding on to each other.
Finally Brian had to ask. "Do you think that was the best fuck of your life?"
"Absolutely ……. Not!"
Brian stared at him in disbelief. "It wasn't?" He looked devastated.
"That wasn't a fuck, Brian! That was way beyond a fuck, something so special that it could never be labeled a fuck, good, better, or best!" Justin stated.
"Oh," Brian said, obviously thinking about what Justin had said.
"I love you so much!" Justin declared. "You must have told me a hundred times that you love me, while you were doing that."
Brian blushed.
"For someone who has trouble saying those words, you outdid yourself."
"I wanted it to be special."
"That it was!" Justin sighed.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Brian asked again.
"We fuck a lot, but I think it's a good thing that we don't do that too often. My heart couldn't take it."
"Does that mean you don't want me to do it again?"
"I didn't say that!" Justin said, kissing Brian's face.
"I guess I'll never be able to pay off that bet. That was my best shot."
"Who cares about the bet? We
have the rest of our lives to fuck each other, to try everything, and
occasionally, I hope, to do what we just did."
Brian reached across Justin and picked up the box from Emile's
"What is that?" Justin asked.
"More lemon cheesecake. I thought you might need to keep your strength up."
Justin swatted him playfully. "I
love you, you big lug!" he said, savoring a bite of cheesecake.