Unbrotherly Love

Part 4

The After Party

It was just after 2:00a.m. when Ted, who was their designated driver, dropped Brian and Justin off at their house. The two boys held on to each other tightly for support so as to keep from falling over, as they walked up to the front door.

"That party kicked ass," Justin said.

"Uh-huh. Travis' parties are always good," Brian said After what seemed like an eternity, Brian finally found his house key in his pocket and started fumbling with the lock.

"Brian, would you hurry the fuck up? I have to pee so fucking bad!" Justin urged as he did a little pee-pee dance.

"Shit, hold on! God, you're fucking impatient," Brian slurred.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Justin said, giving him an exaggerated smile that showed all his pearly whites. Brian stopped his task and looked at Justin and giggled.

"You remind me of the Cheshire cat," Brian said.

"The what cat?" Justin asked confused, still hopping around and holding his crotch.

"You know, the weird purple cat in Alice in Wonderland that could make different parts of his body disappear," Brian told him.

"Oh yeah! You know, Alice was such a dumb bitch for following that STUPID rabbit. Why the fuck did she care so much about what he was late for?" Justin asked incredulously, as if it was an important question to ponder, his own words slurring. Brian just laughed, and then he remembered that their goal was get INSIDE the house and went back to unlocking the door. He pushed it open when he finally succeeded and walked in first. Justin stumbled through the door behind him, but once inside, he ended up tripping over the small floor mat that was in front of the door, causing him to fall forward.

"Shit!" Justin yelled as he somehow stopped himself from falling flat on his face but still managed to make himself look like an idiot. He looked up at Brian with a frown as he found himself on his hands and knees.

Brian started laughing hysterically at the blond. If Justin hadn't been so drunk he might have been offended, but instead found himself laughing too.

"Shit, that was SO funny! You should have seen yourself. I wish I had a video camera or something," Brian told him. He held his hand out to Justin and helped him up off the floor, but continued laughing.

"Shhh, Brian, yer gonna wake em all up," Justin told Brian with the intent to keep his voice low, but failed. Brian laughed at him again.

"Nobody's here, dumbass, remember?" Brian reminded him.

"Thas right! They went to your dad's cabin for a rrrrrromantic weekend!" Justin said enthusiastically, making sure to emphasize the "r" in romantic by rolling his tongue, just as he had learned to do in Spanish class. "They even took J.B. with them," Justin smiled.

"And Molly's at a friend's house," Brian added. Justin rolled his eyes.

"Thank GOD! It's getting harder and harder to hide some things from her. She's so damn observant. She would have been all over us right now," Justin said.

"No she wouldn't, she would have been asleep," Brian pointed out.

"She'd FIND a way, Brian. Trust me."

"Didn't you say you had to pee?" Brian asked.

"Shit! You're right! Be right back..." Just said, making a beeline to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later he made his way to the bedroom that he and Brian shared. He spotted Brian, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants, laying supine on his queen size bed with his hands behind him supporting his head. Justin threw himself next to Brian, landing on his stomach and grabbing one of Brian's pillows, burying his face into it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Go to your own bed," Brian told him.

"This one was closer," Justin mumbled. Brian rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you go sleep in Molly's room?" Brian said.

"Why?"

"Ever since you guys moved in here three months ago and I had to give up my personal space as well as half my room, I haven't been able to do anything in peace, and that includes jerking off," Brian told him. Justin laughed at that.

"Whatever, Brian, you know that you like sharing a room with me," Justin smiled. Brian smirked.

"Yeah, like when you throw your clothes all over the place and bring food in here, and on MY bed, and leave your crumbs everywhere," he said looking at Justin, who gave a shameless giggle. "Or how about when you borrow my clothes without asking and spill stuff on them?" Brian glared.

"Gosh, it was just one time! Are you ever going to let it go? The grape Kool-Aid came out," Justin defended.

"Once was one time too many."

Justin rolled his eyes and then rolled over onto his side, propping his head up with his hand.

"Drama queen," he teased.

"Fuck you."

"You're going to have to stop with these invitations, Brian. It might get you into trouble," Justin said with a flirting grin. Brian turned onto his side as well, so that he was facing Justin; their faces dangerously close.

"Oh yeah? Just what kind of trouble would I get into?" Brian challenged curiously.

Justin could smell the combination of beer and cigarettes on Brian's breath, and felt his head still spinning from all the drinking he had done that evening. His mind was a little fuzzy, and he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. He just knew that being this close to Brian's face was giving him a hard-on. He stared at the brunette's lips.

"Oh, I don't know... maybe I would...tickle you to death!" Justin shouted, and suddenly reached his arms out and attacked Brian's sides wiggling his fingertips where he knew the brunet was extremely ticklish.

"Aaargh!" Brian yelled, desperately trying to get away from Justin's tickling, but could help laughing at the same time.

"Are you going to say it?" Justin asked, continuing his tickle torture.

"Say what?" Brian screamed.

"You know what. It's what I make you say every time."

They rolled around the bed, both laughing so hysterically that Brian was sure the neighbors would wake up and call the police because of all the commotion.

"No! Never!" Brian said, and then took Justin by surprise by grabbing the blond's hands and then flipped them so that he was on top of Justin, overpowering him and pinning his hands above him, now completely in control.

"Well, well, well; lookie who's no longer in charge," Brian said with a teasing smile.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Justin asked, feeling himself grow completely aroused under the brunet, as he felt Brian's rapid breath against his face and his grip tighten around his own wrists over his head. Brian felt Justin's hardness and smiled.

"Oh, I don't know, Sunshine. What do you think I should do?" he asked.

"I like it when you call me Sunshine," Justin admitted.

"Oh, yeah? What else do you like about me?" Brian asked curiously.

"Um, let's see.. your stupid jokes, strange idiosyncrasies; the way your hair sticks up in all directions when you first wake up in the morning. I love everything about you, Brian," Justin said, surprised to hear himself admit all that he just had. He was definitely drunk. There was no way he would have said all that if he was sober.

Brian looked into Justin's eyes, seeing that he was telling the truth, and his heart warmed. His grip on Justin's wrist lessoned, and he smiled.

"Do you know why I call you Sunshine?" Brian asked. Justin shook his head no. "It's because of that damn beautiful smile of yours. You light up a room when you're happy or are laughing. Why do you think I tell so many stupid jokes? I love to see you smile, and it feels even better knowing that I'm the cause of it," Brian said. Justin's heart was now racing. He couldn't believe they were saying all of this to each other. He could feel himself sobering up.

"Really?" Justin asked. Brian nodded.

They stared into each other's eyes, and then Brian slowly lowered his face to Justin's and kissed him softly on his lips. Justin enjoyed the feeling of Brian's mouth on his, and eagerly kissed him back, and soon they were making out urgently, practically swallowing each other whole, needing to get as close as they could.

Brian moaned when he felt Justin start to rub him through his sweat pants. Brian slipped his hand inside the bottom of Justin's T-shirt, feeling his smooth, tight stomach. He was surprised at how toned the blond was. He pulled away from Justin's lips and brought his mouth to Justin's earlobe and started sucking on it, causing Justin to moan.

"You've got a great body, Sunshine," Brian whispered softly. Justin smiled at Brian calling him by his nickname.

"That's the only good thing I ever got out of baseball," Justin smirked.

"Mmm, let's see what other body parts were blessed by the sport," Brian said in a sultry voice. He pulled off Justin's shirt and tossed it onto the floor, and immediately started running his hands and tongue all over Justin's stomach, torso and finally his chest, stopping to suckle on the blond's nipples. He finally made his way back to Justin's mouth and kissed him again, and the two boys starting grinding their hard-ons together.

They were both panting hard, and just as things were really heating up, Justin's cell phone started ringing. He let out a frustrated groan.

"Ignore it," Brian said, his hands now working to get Justin's cargo pants off. They heard the beeping from the cell phone that indicated that someone had left a voicemail, and a few seconds later the house phone rang.

"Fuck!" Brian yelled in frustration.

"Brian, it's probably our parents. We better answer it or else they might think something's wrong and come home early," Justin said. Brian sighed and reached over to his nightstand to pick up the cordless phone.

"Hello?"

"Brian, where on earth have you and Justin been? We've been trying to get a hold of you boys all night! I left at least 3 messages on the machine," Jennifer said frantically.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. Justin and I were over at Ted's late and then came home and went to bed. We didn't even think to check the answering machine. We didn't mean to worry you," Brian told her. He heard her sigh.

"What about your cell phones? I tried them too," she said.

"My cell phone battery died earlier and Justin forgot his phone at home," Brian lied, giving a wink to Justin. His own cell phone had indeed died, but Justin had his cell all night. He deliberately didn't answer it when his mother called, knowing that she would have heard the loud music and all the people and noise. He knew she would know right away that he went to a party without telling her and would be angry with him.

"You boys need to be better about charging your cell phones. What if there had been an emergency and we couldn't get a hold of you?" Jennifer lectured.

"I know, Jen. I'm so sorry. Everything is cool though. We're fine. A little tired because we were asleep, though; but we're okay. Are you and Dad having fun?" he asked. He listened to Jennifer give a brief summary of the things she and Jack had been doing since they arrived at the cabin, the worry and anger now completely out of her voice. Brian smiled. He knew how to get on Jennifer's good side. She adored Brian and he was very good at charming his way out of things. He loved Jennifer, but she was so overprotective at times.

"Well, honey, I'll let you boys get back to sleep. We'll give you a call tomorrow. Tell Justin I love him, okay?" she said.

"All right, I will. Goodnight," Brian hung up the phone. He sighed and then went to his bed where he had left Justin laying half naked. He sat on the bed, and saw Justin looking at him nervously.

"Your mom is a trip," Brian smiled. Justin nodded. "Now, where were we?" Brian purred as he leaned in to kiss Justin, but the blond pulled away. Brian frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Brian... I'm not sure we should do this," Justin told him.

"I'm not sure we should either... but it feels right," Brian said, taking Justin's hand in his. Justin gently pulled his hand away, and felt a wave of guilt when he saw the hurt look on Brian's face.

"I'm sorry. It's just that... well it all happened so fast. One minute we're rolling around playing like we've done a hundred times, and the next thing I know we're kissing and feeling each other up," Justin said.

"Are you saying you wish it never happened?" Brian asked. Justin looked into Brian's eyes and shook his head.

"No, of course not. I've been thinking about being with you for a while now... but it was okay when I was just thinking of it, because you were a fantasy," Justin explained.

"So that's all I am to you? A fantasy? Some little wet dream come true that you can brag about to your friends and jerk off to?" Brian asked, his temper rising.

"What? No! I didn't mean it like that. I just don't know how to handle this, okay? Brian, you and I... we're going to be stepbrothers in a couple of months. We share a house and a bedroom, as well as a few other things. What if this doesn't work out? How are we going to be able to live here together in this house, in this room? Better yet, what do we say to our parents? They don't even know that we're gay, let alone attracted to each other! This situation is so fucking complicated."

"Justin, were you telling the truth earlier? Was I misreading things, or do you really care about me the way I do for you?" Brian asked.

"Yes, I care about you, and there is definitely a strong attraction and sexual chemistry between us, but as much as I want this, I think in the long run it would be a mistake," Justin said quietly.

"Fine," Brian said, and then turned to leave their room.

"Where are you going?" Justin asked.

"To jerk off in the shower and then I'm going to bed. When I get back, be in your own bed or I'm going to sleep in Molly's room," Brian said coldly and left the room.

Justin got up from Brian's bed and walked over to his own and sat down, staring at the floor. What had just happened? The evening had been so fun up until now. "I'm so stupid for letting this happen," Justin thought to himself and frowned. He could still feel Brian's hands and lips on him, and he felt a shiver go down his spine.

He thought about everything that had happened between he and Brian since they started becoming friends. There had been flirting from the first day. They had actually become very good friends, and Justin loved being around him. He loved that Brian was a good guy with a dangerous side. He had been telling the truth earlier. He did love everything about Brian; but there was just no way that it could work out between them. He would just have to control his feelings when they were together. He could just see the look on his mother's face if she found out about everything. Him being gay and him and Brian being together... He was sure she would have a stroke.

He climbed under his covers, suddenly exhausted from the whole night, and soon fell asleep. Not too much longer after that, Brian came into the room. He was relieved to see that Justin had fallen asleep; he didn't want to face him right now. He tossed the sweatpants he had been wearing into the hamper and fished out another pair from his dresser. The other ones had Justin's scent on them from the two of them rubbing themselves on each other.

He shut off the light and crawled into his own bed. He was tired, but his mind wouldn't allow him to sleep. He kept running what had happened between him and Justin over and over in his mind. They had gotten to be pretty close after all these months. It was inevitable that they were attracted to each other from the first day, but it was a line they never dared to cross, which was why it worked out well for them to share a room.

"This was all my fault, fuck!" Brian thought, letting out a frustrated sigh. He could blame his carelessness on the alcohol, but he had been completely honest about his feelings for the blond. He thought about what Justin said to him before he went into the shower, and he knew that he was right. He didn't like it, but everything Justin had said made sense. He didn't know how things could work out between them if they had to live their lives in secret. They couldn't hide it forever, and besides, he wouldn't want to. If he and Justin were together he would want everyone to know. He would want to show his affection for him freely.

Kissing, touching and caressing Justin had been even better than he imagined. The blond's body was so soft, yet strong. He wasn't sure how he could be close to the blond again without being reminded of how good he felt. Brian's exhaustion finally caught up with him and soon he was asleep, the scent of Justin on his pillow making him smile.

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The next day, Justin awoke to his cell phone ringing, and he groaned. He felt like shit and was not happy that something was interrupting his sleep. He found his cell phone and looked at the Caller ID.

"Hi, Mom," he said sleepily, his voice husky. Brian was awakened by Justin's talking and sat up in his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"...I'm sorry, Mom... Yeah, I know... I'll try to be better about that... We're fine, you don't need to do that... all right, love you too. Bye." Justin sighed as he closed his flip phone.

"Gave you an earful, eh?" Brian said, startling the blond. Justin nodded.

"Yeah. She even suggested that it might be best for her and Jack to come back today instead of tomorrow," Justin frowned and shook his head. "Whatever, she's a freak." He felt his headache pounding into his head and he groaned. "Fuck! My head hurts like a motherfucker."

"I'll get you some Ibuprofen," Brian volunteered, hopping out of his bed and leaving the room. A few minutes later he returned with two pills and a glass of water.

"Thanks," Justin said, popping the pills into his mouth and chasing them down with the water.

"No problem," Brian said, and walked over to his bed and started making it up.

"Brian..."

"It's okay, Justin, you don't have to say anything. You were right. Under the circumstances, I don't see how anything could work out between us," he said and turned to look Justin in the eyes. The blond stood up and walked over to where Brian was standing.

"I don't know if this makes any difference to you, but... I wish that things were different," Justin said softly.

"But they aren't," Brian said.

Justin nodded and gave him a sad smile. "I know."

"So... friends?" Brian asked holding out his arms. Justin smiled back at him with a nod, and hugged him.

"Friends."

"So, how about you whip me up some eggs and bacon, friend?" Brian smiled, tongue in cheek. Justin laughed.

"Coming right up," he replied and they headed for the kitchen.

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A couple of weeks went by, and things between Brian and Justin fell right back into their comfortable role as friends. The only difference was, this time, their feelings for each other had been validated, and lingered in the background, making it hard for them to ignore at times. Unfortunately for them, things weren't about to get any easier.

"Thanks, for the ride, Daph. I would have asked Brian to pick me up but I know that he's busy studying for his Chemistry exam," Justin explained, as Daphne's car pulled into his driveway.

"It's no problem," she said.

"You want to come in for a while? Say hi to Brian?" he asked.

"Sure," Daphne said.

Justin let them inside the house, and he called out for Brian, but the brunet was nowhere in sight.

"Brian?" Justin called again, wondering where the other boy was. He shrugged. "I guess he's in the bathroom or maybe in our room. Feel free to grab a soda from the fridge or something. I'll be right back," he told Daphne and she nodded at him.

Justin made his way to the bedroom that he and Brian shared. The door was closed, but that wasn't unusual, since Brian usually studied with the door closed to keep from getting distracted by anything else. Without giving it a second thought, Justin opened the door and walked in.

"Brian, Daphne's here and I thought that --" Justin's body stiffened and his mouth and eyes went wide with shock as he saw Chris Hobbs, Captain of the football team giving Brian a blow job, and jerking himself off at the same time.

Brian and Chris were startled by Justin and looked up at him stunned. Justin couldn't move - he was frozen as he stood there, his eyes glued to Brian's thick hard cock sticking out of his pants, glistening from Chris' saliva.

"Shit," Chris said, and scrambled to get away from Brian's cock, and tucked his own organ back into his pants. "Uh, Justin, right? It..it's not what you think," Chris stuttered. Brian rolled his eyes at the jock, knowing how ridiculous it was to try to deny what had been going on. Justin had seen too much to be able to think any different.

"Justin..." Brian said, worried when he saw the look of emotions on Justin's face, which seemed to keep alternating from embarrassment, hurt and shock.

"I.. I'm s-sorry. I didn't... You and.. fuck..." Justin stuttered as well, his brain was having a hard time connecting with his mouth, and the words came out jumbled. He turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind him, not wanting to see the two boys a second longer, though the image of what he had just seen was still fresh in his mind as if he was still staring right at them.

He walked into the kitchen still dazed, and saw Daphne downing the rest of her drink from the glass. She looked up at Justin and frowned.

"Justin? What's wrong?" she asked, alarmed.

"Daphne.. I uh, I need to get out of here. Can you please - just take me somewhere - anywhere but here," Justin whispered.

"Sure, Jus. Come on, let's go," she said with concern, and led Justin outside to her car. As they pulled out of the driveway, she saw Chris Hobbs rushing out of the house and to his car, which was parked on the street.

"Isn't that Chris Hobbs?" Daphne asked confused. She looked at Justin who slowly nodded his head, and then his eyes suddenly filled with tears. Daphne didn't say anything, she would wait until they got somewhere where they could sit an talk. She drove to their favorite park and turned off the ignition. They got out of the car and Justin followed Daphne to the picnic table they usually sat in when they came to this place. It was kind secluded and far away from everything else in the park. They had told each other many secrets in this spot.

"All right, Justin, are you going to tell me what's going on?" she finally asked as they sat on top of the cement table.

"Oh, Daphne, I don't even know where to start!" Justin told her, burying his head in his hands.

"How about from the beginning," Daphne said softly. Justin nodded and then wiped away the wetness from his face and took a deep breath.

"Remember the night of Travis' party?" he asked. Daphne nodded.

"Yeah, how could I forget? That party was like the best party of the school year so far. You and Brian were so fucking drunk," she recalled. Justin nodded.

"That night, after we got home... well he kissed me, and then before I knew it..." Justin paused, letting his admission soak in. Daphne's eyes went wide.

"What? Oh my God! Did you guys, you know...?" she asked.

"No, but I have a feeling that we might have if we weren't interrupted by the phone. He was on the phone with my mom, and suddenly I realized that we were both too drunk to be rational about what was happening. So I told him a list of reasons why we shouldn't be together and that we had to stop what we were doing."

"How did he take it?" Daphne asked.

"Not well, but the next morning he said that he understood and that I was right. Things went back to the way they were, except not really. I mean, we both confessed that we had feelings for each other that night. It's not something that is easy to just forget."

Daphne nodded in understanding. "So you've been pretending that things are fine and dandy, when they're far from it," she observed. Justin nodded. "So what happened today?" she asked.

"I walked into our bedroom to ask Brian to take a break from studying when I saw... oh God, I don't even want to say it," he said, covering his eyes again.

"What? What did you see?" Daphne urged.

"Chris was giving Brian a... blowjob and was jerking himself off," Justin finally spit out.

"Holy shit! Chris Hobbs? He's gay?" she asked incredulously.

"Apparently," Justin said bitterly.

"Justin, I'm so sorry," Daphne told him, giving him a hug.

"I can't get that fucking image out of my mind. I don't know what to do. God, it was so fucking humiliating. I can't face him..." Justin said, and the tears started back up.

"Justin, you have to, or else it will just eat away at you. Why don't you call him on his cell and ask him to meet you here so you two can talk?" Daphne suggested.

"No, I can't talk to him right now. It's still too fresh. I just need some time to pull myself together."

Daphne just nodded and then continued to hold her friend as he dealt with his emotions, and revealed to her a little more about what he felt about Brian and their whole situation.

They had been there for over an hour talking, when Justin's cell phone started to ring. He looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was his house number.

"I think it's Brian," Justin said. "I don't want to talk to him right now," he told Daphne and shoved the phone into her hand. "Tell him... I don't know, tell him whatever you want, as long as he leaves me alone," Justin said. Daphne nodded and answered the phone.

"Brian," she said.

"Daphne?" Brian asked confused. "Can I please talk to Justin?" he asked.

"He doesn't want to talk to you, Brian. He needs some time, okay?" she told him and heard him sigh.

"All right. I can do that for him. I just wanted to tell him that I was sorry," he said softly.

"I'll tell him," she promised, and hung up. She looked over at Justin. "He said he wanted you to know that he's sorry," she relayed.

"Sorry's bullshit. It's not his fault. I don't have a right to be angry. He's not my boyfriend. He can be with whomever the fuck he wants. It just hurts to see it, is all," Justin admitted.

"Come on," Daphne said, pulling Justin off the picnic table. "I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat, and if you still feel like you don't want to go home you can stay over at my house. Sound good?" she asked. Justin smiled and gave her a big hug.

"Thanks, Daph. I love you. Thank you for being here for me," he whispered.

"Any time," she smiled, and they headed off to her car.