All the Rage
Chapter 2
Brian walked into the cottage loosening
his tie as he did so.
"Hey, hotassartist, where are
you?" he called.
"In the kitchen," Justin
replied.
Brian found his partner with his head in
the oven and his ass in the air. "Yummy," he said.
"It hasn't even started to cook
yet," Justin laughed.
"I wasn't talking about the
food," Brian smirked.
"Oh," Justin grinned looking
over his shoulder and seeing Brian's eyes glued to his ass. "I was just
putting supper in the oven."
"Here's the milk and something
decadent," Brian grinned.
"Okaay," Justin said closing the
oven door. He placed the bags of milk in the fridge and went to open the box
that Brian had set on the counter.
"No, you can't open that just
yet," Brian said laying his hand on top of Justin's to stop him from
looking inside.
"Why not?"
"It's for later."
"How much
later?" Justin asked.
"When we go to
bed."
"Oh."
"Where's the Squirt?"
"She's staying overnight with Patrick
at John and Bobby's."
"She is? How come?"
"When Rachel took Patrick home Bree
didn't want him to go, so they all decided that Bree would stay the night with
her cousin."
"Well, isn't that convenient."
"Convenient?"
"For what I have in my box,"
Brian said tongue in cheek.
"What the fuck is in this mysterious
box?" Justin demanded reaching for the box.
"Uh, uh, uh," Brian said
grabbing the box before Justin could reach it."
"Briiaaan…"
"It's dessert."
"Could we have dessert first?"
Justin asked with one of his sunshine smiles.
"You'll spoil your dinner,"
Brian admonished.
"You know I can always eat,"
Justin said. He really wanted to know what was in the box. Then a thought hit
him. "If it's chocolate and we have it first, then you don't have to eat
dinner if you think it's too many calories." Justin looked at Brian with
his best puppy dog eyes.
Brian smiled. He loved the sweet,
innocent, ever hopeful Justin. That was one of the main reasons he had kept his
lover around all this time. That, and the fact he couldn't fucking
breathe without him. "That's very persuasive," Brian said
thoughtfully.
"We have about an hour before dinner
will be ready."
"Okay, get naked," Brian said
unbuttoning his shirt.
"What?"
"You know, take off your clothes,
disrobe, find your inner nudity, and your outer for that matter."
"What have you been drinking?"
Justin giggled.
"I'm sober as a judge," Brian
said dropping his pants. "Hey, keep up. I'm way ahead of you."
"Yes, sir," Justin said quickly
shucking his clothes.
When they were both naked Brian drew
Justin into a long, torturous kiss that left them both gasping and hard as
rocks. Brian grabbed the box wrapped in brown paper and taking Justin's hand
led him out to the sun porch. He turned on the lamp next to the brass bed and
handed the box to Justin. Quickly Justin ripped off the brown paper to reveal
three jars of chocolate body paint, one each of milk, dark and white chocolate.
Justin's eyes got very large as he licked
his lips. He heard Brian groan as the man watched Justin's pink tongue swipe
around his lips.
"I can't believe you bought
this," Justin said.
"Why not? You're an artist, aren't you? And that is
paint."
"You…" Justin started and then
thought better of it. "Lie down," he ordered.
Brian slid onto the bed lying on his back
and watching as Justin opened the milk chocolate container. Using his index
finger Justin scooped out some chocolate and stuck his finger in his mouth
letting out a small humming sound of satisfaction as he did so.
"You're supposed to use it,"
Brian chuckled. "Not just eat it."
"I will," Justin said studying
Brian's naked body with his artist's eye. He held up his thumb like every
artist in an old "B" movie had done. Brian smiled as Justin dipped
his finger into the jar once more.
"Yum," Justin said. "Chocolate
lips." He proceeded to paint Brian's lips with the chocolate and then lick
and kiss and chew it all off. "Yum, chocolate nipples," he said
dabbing chocolate on each of Brian's breasts then sucking it off. Brian was
panting and arching his back as Justin cleaned off his handiwork. "Yum,
belly button patties," Justin cooed filling Brian's navel with chocolate
which he then proceeded to lick and suck out. "And finally chocolate
dick," Justin grinned as his finger painted patterns all over Brian's
erect cock. Justin started licking and sucking off the chocolate as Brian
groaned and writhed. "Precum and chocolate," Justin stated. "Most decadent of all." With deft use of his lips
and tongue Justin had his husband shooting his load into his mouth in no time
flat.
When Brian had recovered, Justin was lying
next to him grinning like the Cheshire cat. "That was very
delicious," he said staring into Brian's eyes. "Are you ready to try
out your artistic talents?"
"Absolument."
"Ah, French chocolate," Justin
giggled as Brian dumped a small pile of the chocolate on his chest.
Brian was much more studious in his
approach to his painting. He saw Justin as the ultimate canvas and decided to
paint everything first before licking any of it off. By the time he had used up
all the chocolate in the milk chocolate jar, every body part was coated. Brian
had painted his ribs on his chest and a heart where his heart would be. He had
kidneys and a long sinuous colon that looked surprisingly like a very long
dick. He painted the bones in Justin's legs and arms. He outlined all of
Justin's facial features with chocolate and then sat back on his legs to study
his masterpiece.
"Um … aren't you going to lick it
off?" Justin asked as Brian continued to study him.
"I like it. I think I'll leave it
on," Brian smirked.
"Asshole," Justin laughed as
Brian pounced and started licking everywhere. It wasn't long until Justin was
coming into Brian's mouth and he got to taste the essence of chocolate and cum.
"You and chocolate, what more could a
man ask for?" Brian laughed as Justin began to recover from his orgasm.
"That was fun," Justin said
giving Brian a long, soft kiss. "Thank you."
"Ce n'est pas rien," Brian
replied.
"What's with the French?"
"Chocolat," Brian grinned.
"Ah, oui. Is that the oven binging at us?"
"I think so."
"I'll go turn it off. Do you want to
eat now?"
"Hell no, we've got two more jars of
chocolate."
Justin giggled. "We don't have to use
it all tonight." Justin disappeared into the kitchen. He returned
momentarily and snuggled up to Brian.
"You said you'd tell me why the
office likes Bree better than me," Brian grinned.
"You already know," Justin said.
"No I don't."
Justin sighed. "Aside from the fact
that she's the most adorable little girl in the whole world, she never bosses
them around, she never yells at them, she shares her cookies with them and she
gives kisses to anybody who will take one. Can you say the same?"
"No, I never share my cookies …
except with you," Brian laughed.
Justin laughed out loud as Brian reached
for another jar of chocolate. It was going to be a long and delicious evening.
*****
To: benbruckner@carnegiemellon.edu
From: hotassartist@yahell.com
Hi Ben;
Just wondering if you
spoke with Professor Thomas about Frank. I'll be in the Pitts tomorrow. John wants me to have
a look at the interior of the theater and he wants my opinion on the decor for
the clinic. We can meet the professor at PIFA or anywhere else you suggest.
Let me know;
Justin
To: hotassartist@yahell.com
From: benbruckner@carnegiemellon.edu
Hey Justin;
I spoke with Professor Thomas yesterday
and he really wants to try to connect with Frank. He says it was all a big
misunderstanding. Frank's mother had passed away two years ago They were both grieving and then Frank took up with the
wrong crowd. Professor Thomas tried to find him. He had no clue Frank was still
in
Let's play it by ear.
Ben
To: benbruckner@carnegiemellon.edu
From: hotassartist@yahell.com
Sounds good to me. I'll email Hunter at the clinic. We may need Hunter
to smooth things with Frank.
Later;
Justin
To: xhustlermsw@jkcdc.org
From: hotassartist@yahell.com
Hi Hunter;
Ben and I have been in touch with Frank's
dad. He really wants him to come home. We won't do anything to jeopardize the
work you've done so far so any suggestions you have will be appreciated.
Justin
*****
JKCDC Diary
Dear Diary;
Frank is negative! As Brian would say,
thank the gods. And Frank's dad wants him to come home. Justin and Ben are
going to meet Frank's father tomorrow. I hope it goes okay. I think they think
that the minute father and son see each other, all the hurt will suddenly
vanish but too much time has passed, too many things have changed for Frank.
They will have to learn about each other, develop a new relationship, not try to pick up where they left off.
Holy shit, I sound like a social worker.
LOL
To: hotassartist@yahell.com
From: xhustlermsw@jkcdc.org
Hey Blondie;
Go slow! Frank misses his dad too but he's
scared that he won't be forgiven. I'm not going to force Frank into anything.
We did have one small victory; he's negative. His tests results came in today.
Of course he'll have to go through the whole series of tests but this is a good
first step.
I'll be in touch;
Hunter
To: xhustlermsw@jkcdc.org
From: hotassartist@yahell.com
Great news! I'm going to forward your
email to Ben.
Later;
Justin....and don't call me Blondie >:o(
*****
The kids from PIFA were here yesterday and
will be back later today. Justin is coming to
Drooling is so unbecoming for a grown man.
*****
JKCDC Diary
Sorry Diary, I haven't been consistent in
my entries. I'll try to catch up. John's crew installed the new windows, now
the work on creating a real office and work stations can begin. They need to do
some major rewiring of this old building. Ted sent over a couple of computers.
Frank has a real knack with them so he's helping me set them up.
Ben and Justin brought Professor Thomas to
the center on Friday. It was very emotional but a good start. I'm glad Ben was
here. He was able to give Frank's dad the parent point of view. I was able to
supply the rest and without me confessing my own past sins. It's hard not to
make this personal. Bill says I have to step outside of it and concentrate on
the client not how I felt when I was on the street. It's not all about me.
Frank isn't ready to go home and he's certainly
not ready to go back to high school. But he does want to graduate so he's
decided to take his GED courses here at the center. Professor Thomas nearly
flipped when he realized where Frank was working and living but I reassured him
that he's working a real job. I don't think the professor really understands
how Frank 'earns' his living. He's probably in denial. The two of them will
meet with me twice a week for the next month or two so they can get back on
track.
Frank, his dad and Ben went to the diner
for lunch. Call it a supervised visit. Ben acted as a buffer. I think Ben may
want to volunteer here. I can use his insight and his gentle way.
Justin was nearly bouncing off the walls.
He and John were discussing decor. Decor! It's a fucking bathhouse for cripes
sake. Blondie is such a goofball. There he was walking around with color charts
and swatches. John was following him with a clipboard writing down everything
Justin was muttering. I hope John knows what Justin was talking about; I
certainly don't. He was so cute. lol I just called
Blondie, cute.
Oh, oh, the work crew is back and with
lots of paint buckets. I think I'll go for a walk.
Later, diary.
*****
Justin has some wonderful ideas for the
decor of the clinic and for making the bathhouse more classy.
I wonder if Bobby would get angry if I had a sauna over there one night. I
better ask him first. I've already been hit on by dozens of men who think I'm
Brian. You know I never really believed that he 'did' so many men but now I
believe. Where did he find the time or the energy? I'm getting exhausted just
by turning them down.
I'm so proud of Hunter. He has the center
well organized. He was able to direct my work to accommodate the clinic's
needs, and very diplomatically too.
Justin will be here tomorrow and we're
going to take another look at the theater. I can't wait.
Brian's offered me the loft. I may take
him up on it. It's a long trip back and forth from
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