Wild Child

Chapter 23

Eventually Brian followed Justin into the library where they all were watching some show on television. "The Simpsons" must have been over already. Lindsay was sitting on the sofa watching her son with a faraway look in her eye. She looked tired.

Brian went over to her and told her that she should go to bed and try to get a good night's sleep. She thanked Brian for taking Gus and said she was very pleased with the positive change in Gus' attitude. That meant a lot to Brian especially after the accident. She kissed her son and disappeared into her room for the night.

When the TV show was over, Brian told Gus it was time for bed and his son headed upstairs after thanking Justin for staying a little longer. Justin seemed pleased by how much Gus wanted him there.

Brian offered Justin a drink and they sat side by side on the sofa for a while. Neither seemed inclined to talk and they simply sat. Finally Justin said he wanted to go for a walk so Brian accompanied him outside and they walked through the spacious property, coming eventually back to the pool when they were finished. They sat on the patio furniture watching the moon reflected in the water.

"You wanted me to stay here tonight, didn't you?" Justin said after awhile. It was more a statement than a question.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Same reason as before, we have things to discuss."

"But I could have driven back another day."

"Yeah, but would you?"

Justin looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. "Probably not."

"Then you just answered your own question."

"Why now, Brian?"

"Why now?" Brian said like he was pondering the last great question of the universe. "Because the opportunity arose due to Gus' drastic measures. I … I think about you a lot. I wanted to call you but I could never bring myself to do it. You have no idea how hard it was to call you from the hospital."

"Then why did you?"

"Gus really wanted to see you, and a man can only be a coward for so long," Brian said with a smirk.

"When have you ever been a coward?" Justin asked surprised.

"Most of the time … where you were concerned."

Justin's eyebrows went up. That was a revelation, certainly in terms of Brian admitting it. "Why did you want me to stay here tonight? And tell me the truth."

Brian arched an eyebrow. "I have been telling you the truth."

"All of it?"

"Well," Brian began, "maybe not all of it.

Justin chuckled. "It means a lot that you're willing to finally come clean about some of this stuff."

"That's what I was hoping."

"Exactly what are you hoping for?"

Brian thought about how to answer that and then he realized that since the truth had got him this far, he might as well stick with it. "I don't know for sure, but I know I want to see what happens between us when we're together for a while. I've missed you."

Justin's gasp was almost audible, but he managed to stifle it. "What do you think is going to happen?"

"Fuck if I know."

Justin chuckled, a sound that came from deep inside him. He looked over at Brian. "That makes two of us. I never thought I'd be sitting here."

"Hm," Brian said enigmatically.

Justin watched Brian from beneath lowered lids. He felt his dick grow hard as he studied the familiar and still beautiful face. Brian had that disconcerting effect on him all the time. That hadn't changed. Sitting in the dark, all quiet, was strange. Justin wondered if they fucked, if it would be as intense and satisfying as it always had been. But that wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to let it. They were supposed to be talking and that was why he had stayed. Justin wanted to get to know this different Brian, this Brian who admitted mistakes and actually verbalized feelings. "Have you heard from … Greg, was it?"

Brian glowered at him. "Have you heard from Ian?" he shot back.

"Brian? It was just a question."

"So was mine."

"That still eats at you, doesn't it?"

"I … I don't understand how you could have been taken in by him," Brian finally said.

"Neither do I, when I think back on it, but at the time he told me all the things that…" Justin let his voice trail away.

"All the things that I wouldn't say."

"Yeah."

"So you chose him."

"I … I didn't exactly choose. You refused to tell me what you felt about me and then you made sure I saw you fucking someone else."

"I guess I hoped you'd see the irony of Rage fucking himself."

"I wasn't in the mood to see irony in anything. You hurt me … a lot."

"Fucking fiddler!"

"Can we just forget Ethan?"

"I don't want to forget him."

"What? You don't want to forget? Why?"

"I needed to understand how much you meant to me, and losing you was the only way that I learned that."

"But … but why have we been apart all this time if you knew how much I meant to you? I loved you too."

"I had more than one thing to learn, Justin. I could never admit that back then. I thought I knew so much. I thought I knew what was best, especially for you."

"So you drove me away … time and time again."

Brian nodded slowly. "Except you kept coming back."

"And then you would take me back … only to shove me out again."

"Except for the last time," Brian said sadly.

"That's because you didn't shove me away. You walked away from me."

Brian looked surprised. "Yeah, I guess I did, but…"

"Don't you dare say that it was for my own fucking good!"

Brian kept his mouth shut knowing that he had been about to say that very thing. After a little while Brian said, "Would you like to go for a swim?"

"I don't have a suit," Justin said quickly.

"Why do you need a suit? I've seen it all before."

"Yeah, and sucked it and eaten it and fucked it."

"And enjoyed every minute of it," Brian smirked.

"I'll keep my underwear on, thanks all the same." Justin quickly shucked his clothes except for his jockey shorts. He dove into the pool relishing the cool water as it flowed along his body. He stroked from end to end as Brian sat in his lounge chair watching. "Are you coming in?" Justin asked as he grabbed the side of the pool looking up at Brian.

"Sure," Brian said. He stood and quickly removed all his clothes including his underwear. He dove into the pool coming up behind Justin and splashing him with a riff of water.

"Hey," Justin reacted turning around. He slid his hand through the water, hitting Brian in the face with a large amount of water. He immediately dove under the surface and swam away. As he came to the surface on the other side of the pool, he felt something grab his leg and pull him under. He fought to get loose and managed to regain the surface with a minimum of coughing and sputtering.

"You all right?" Brian asked as he watched Justin regain his breath.

"Just fine," Justin laughed as he hit Brian with another shot of water and dove under once again. He swam quickly to the other side of the pool and had almost heaved himself up onto the deck when he felt someone grab his underwear and yank him back into the water. He hit with a big splash and went under. He felt arms come around him and hoist him towards the surface. His head broke the water and he gasped in much needed air. Brian had his arms firmly around him.

"You want to play with the big boys, you might get hurt," Brian said with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, I don't know," Justin said squirming and almost escaping Brian's grasp.

"Slippery as an eel," Brian smirked as he kept Justin pinned against his body.

"Apparently not slippery enough," Justin said as he struggled to get away.

"If you want me to let you go, just promise not to hit me with any more water."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

Brian released his hold and Justin stayed where he was, but he didn't shoot any more water at Brian. Justin looked down to see Brian's cock erect and ready. His own was also stretching the wet fabric of his jockeys.

"Seems like we both have the same problem," Brian observed.

Justin felt the color rise in his cheeks. He hoped Brian couldn't see it in the dark. "Time for me to go to bed," Justin said.

"Okay," Brian smirked.

"Alone," Justin stated.

"I'll get some towels," Brian said going to the kitchen door and returning with a couple of beach towels that Mrs. Hadley kept on a shelf just inside the door. "Mrs. Hadley hates us dripping all over her kitchen," Brian said as he toweled off. He watched Justin do the same before wrapping the towel around his hips and then sliding his wet jockeys off. Justin wrung them out and then laid them on the back of a chair to dry.

"Good night," Justin said taking a step towards the door into the house.

"Don't go yet," Brian asked.

Justin sighed. "All right, I'll have one drink with you and then that's it."

Brian smiled and stepped into the kitchen returning quickly with a couple of beers from the fridge. He handed a bottle to Justin and then clinked his against Justin's. "Here's to times remembered," he said softly.

Justin looked into Brian's eyes and wondered what was going on in Brian's head. This night had been so unreal. They sat down again feeling the soft summer breeze float across their bare chests.

"Brian," Justin began after he had sipped on his beer for a while. "I think Gus is really worried about school."

"I know he is, but I'm not sure what I can do about it. I keep trying to encourage him and tell him he can do it."

"Why do you think he's so negative about it? Bramley Hall can be a fresh start for him."

"I don't know. He worked really hard on his make-up assignments, and then…"

"Then what?"

"Then Greg said some really cruel things to Gus about being dumb and having to work all summer on school assignments."

"That guy was a colossal ass," Justin declared even though he had barely seen the man. "How did you get stuck with him?"

Brian almost choked on his beer. "I … I wanted someone and the sex was great and he kept pushing. I knew he and Gus didn't get along, but I refused to see how bad it really was. I thought … he might be my last chance." The last part of that statement was barely above a whisper.

"Why would he be your last chance? You're still beautiful and … rich and … sexy," Justin admitted.

"You think so?" Brian asked.

"It's not like you to fish for compliments," Justin stated.

"I like hearing them … from you."

"I think we both should get some sleep," Justin said standing up and collecting his clothes.

"If you must," Brian said doing the same.

They made their way inside and up the stairs. At Brian's room they stopped.

"Good night," Brian said looking longingly at Justin. "I hope you like the bed."

"Good night, Brian," Justin said softly and continued down the hall. He looked back to see Brian staring after him as he closed the door to the master suite.

Brian had gone into his room and flung himself down on the bed. That was where he still found himself an hour later, lying alone thinking of what had happened that evening and who was down the hall just out of reach. He knew he would not sleep once again.

Brian lay in his bed listening to the sounds of the house, of which there were practically none. Everyone was in their room supposedly sleeping. Tossing restlessly, he thought about his chat with Justin and then Gus begging Justin to stay. He smiled slightly. Gus seemed to like Justin as much as Brian did. And Justin was so close and yet so far.

Brian was about to get up and go down to the library to spend another sleepless night in front of Justin's painting when he heard a light tap on his door. "Yes," he said wondering if it was Gus.

The door opened slowly and Justin was standing in front of him wearing only his jeans. "Are you still awake?" Justin asked.

"Couldn't sleep," Brian replied. "Come in."

Justin closed the door behind him. "I … I'm not sure what I'm doing here. I couldn't sleep either."

"I have a lot of nights like that," Brian said. "I was about to go downstairs and get a drink. Want to come?"

Justin shook his head. "I don't want a drink. I … I can't stay in that room by myself," he admitted softly.

"Me either," Brian said. "Come and lie down. I promise I won't do anything."

Justin nodded and moved towards the bed. Brian raised the sheet indicating Justin should slide under. Justin hesitated and then, sitting on the edge of the bed, he slid his jeans off. He quickly pulled the sheet over himself and clung to the edge of the bed.

Brian watched Justin and smiled. "I promised I wouldn't ravish you. You'll never sleep if you're hanging onto the edge of the mattress so you don't fall out. Come a little closer."

Justin shifted slightly in Brian's direction. "I'm sorry about this, but I just couldn't stay there."

"Don't worry," Brian said.

After a couple of minutes, Justin's voice came soft and low. "Did you think I might come back someday and we'd sleep in that bed together?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you do something about it then?"

"It had to be your decision."

"But I had no intention of ever coming here."

"I know."

"Jesus, Brian, I don't understand you," Justin said turning on his side so he could look at Brian.

"I don't understand me either," Brian admitted.

"Do you want to start over … really?"

"God, yes," Brian gasped. It came out as a strangled cry.

Justin rolled closer to Brian and cupped his face in his hands. "What have we done to each other?"

"I don't fucking know," Brian cried fighting the tears that were filling his eyes. He pulled Justin against him and just held on.

Justin didn't struggle or pull away. He allowed Brian to hold him and he held Brian in return.

"Make love to me, Brian," Justin whispered against his ear. "I've missed you so much."

"Are you sure?"

Justin nodded and whispered. "Let's just live in the now. I want you."

Brian felt himself grow hard at Justin's words. He had waited so long to hear those words once again. He pulled Justin against him and started kissing the lips he had longed for, the cheeks that he craved, the neck that arched just right so that he could find the spot that Justin loved. He flipped Justin onto his back and sprawled across him.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Justin nodded. "I want you."

Brian captured the soft lips once more and rutted against the slim body beneath him. This was what he had needed for so long, what Greg had only been able to barely replicate, what his body had cried out for all this time.

He slid down Justin's body nipping at his nipples and then sucking. He rimmed Justin's belly button and plowed it with his tongue, wishing that it was Justin's ass. But he wanted to savor every party of his lover and the ass would have to wait its turn. He slid farther down smelling Justin's pubes and burying his nose in the fluffy hair. He spread Justin's legs and pushed them up biting at the inside of Justin's thighs and then licking the red marks.

Justin whimpered and held onto the sheets for dear life. No one could do what Brian Kinney did to him. He had tried a lot of men but none had every measured up in any way. He whimpered as Brian's tongue licked his balls and then down across the soft sensitive skin of the perineum. Brian's tongue licked at his hole and Justin tried to squirm around and make it enter him. Justin's cock rested against his stomach, red and leaking.

"Oh God, Brian, I don't know how much more I can stand."

"You can come if you have to. I'm going to taste every part of you before we're through." With that, Brian's lips encircled Justin's dick and sucked hard. Justin came in a shuddering orgasm that left him breathless.

After a moment, he opened his eyes to see Brian propped on his elbows watching him. "Roll over," Brian ordered.

Justin did as instructed knowing instinctively that Brian was going to eat him out. It had been so long and he could hardly wait. Brian's tongue probed his hole pressing in and then receding. Justin tried to get it to go deeper but Brian wanted to set the pace. He kept pushing Justin down as he tasted and nipped and jabbed.

"Please, Brian, fuck me," Justin groaned. He had to have Brian inside him.

"I thought you'd never ask," Brian smirked as he rolled on a condom.

"Asshole," Justin grinned.

"That would be me," Brian chuckled as he squirted lube up Justin's lovely ass.

Without further preparation, Brian positioned his cock and forced it through the ring of tight muscle. He could tell immediately that Justin had not been with anyone for quite a while, at least not someone with as big a dick as Brian's. He couldn't see Justin settling for much less. He smiled to himself as he pressed in a little further. He heard Justin gasp and moan and he waited until he felt Justin's hole relax a bit.

"If it hurts too much, just tell me," Brian whispered.

"It's been a long time, but I can still handle you," Justin said glancing over his shoulder into Brian's eyes. Their eyes met as equals.

"You always could," Brian said meaning all that that statement could imply.

Gradually he pressed forward until he was almost all the way in. Justin pressed back and rose up a little. Brian stuffed a pillow beneath his lover and started to thrust. It didn't take them long to fall into their tried and true rhythm that gave each of them so much pleasure.

Brian could feel his heart rate go up and his body start to sweat. Nobody made him work so gloriously hard for the reward that awaited each of them. He pounded into Justin's sweet ass, feeling the man meet and return each thrust. They were soon bathed in sweat as the tinglings of orgasm began to escalate.

"Fuck, Brian, you feel so good," Justin gasped. "Almost there."

"Me too," Brian whispered as he felt his balls rise up. He lifted Justin back against him and held him impaled there for a minute. The urge to say how much he loved him and wanted him back was so great, but he bit Justin's shoulder instead and began stroking him off as he thrust upward. He hit that spot that Justin loved. Justin cried out and filled his hand with cum. Brian released Justin to lie down and thrust a few more times before reaching his own orgasm. They lay spent against each other.

"Fuck, you haven't lost your touch," Justin gasped when he could get his voice to work.

"Neither have you," Brian admitted. What had he been thinking when he was with Greg? This was a thousand times better.

After a few minutes Brian's hand slid around Justin and started tugging on his dick.

"That felt like another one," Brian smirked.

"I'm ready if you are," Justin said, "only I want to watch your face this time." He wanted to memorize that look that Brian always had when he came. He looked so beautiful at that moment.

Brian was happy to oblige. They fucked a couple of more times until each finally fell into a contented and exhausted sleep.

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