Unbrotherly Love

Part 5

Confrontation

The next afternoon Justin let himself into his house. He had stayed at Daphne's house the night before, telling his mother that they had some big project that they needed to work on. He still wasn't ready to face Brian. He had managed to avoid him at school, by walking different routes to his classes, even when it was mostly out of the way and made him late. Normally, he and Brian would cross paths on their way to their next class. They saw each other so much at school that Justin wondered sometimes how it was that they had never met before their parents introduced them.

As Justin walked into the living room, he looked around, wondering if Brian was home. His car wasn't out front, but it could have been parked in the garage or he might have let Michael borrow his car as he did sometimes. He hoped Brian wasn't home. He still didn't know what to say to him. He did a quick check around the house, and when there was no sign of Brian, he began to relax a little, that is, until he realized that the brunet could be in their bedroom. He doubted that Brian would bring another guy into their room after what happened, but there was still that fear that he would walk in on some guy sucking him off or worse.

He stared at the doorknob as if there might be fire on the other side of the door, and if opened he'd be attacked by roaring flames. He took a deep breath and turned the knob, opening the door slowly, and poked his head in and looked around. He let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw the room was empty. He walked in and closed the door behind him, then put his back pack down. He sat down at his desk and loaded up his laptop computer to check his e-mail and then he planned on getting some homework done.

An hour later, Justin was just printing out the final draft of his English paper, when he was startled by the bedroom door opening. Brian stood there and looked surprised but relieved to see the other boy sitting there.

"Hi," he told the blond quietly, as he continued to stand in the doorway. Justin didn't say anything to Brian. He immediately turned his attention back to his computer, and pretended to be interested in what was on the screen in front of him.

"I wasn't sure you'd be here. In fact, I wasn't even sure you were at school today..." Brian said, and walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"I was there. I guess we must have just missed each other or something," Justin told him dully, still keeping his eyes on the monitor. Brian frowned.

"Cut the shit, Justin. You know that it's impossible for us to miss each other. All of our classes are close together, which is why we can't help but see each other all the time at school. So, either you ditched school today or you went out of your way to avoid me," Brian said, crossing his arms across his chest.

Justin finally turned around in his chair and faced Brian. He was getting pissed off. Why the hell was Brian giving him a hard time? He wondered as he glared at the brunet. He didn't owe him anything.

"Will you fucking stop looking at me like that and just say something?" Brian said, exasperated.

"What the Hell do you want me to say?" Justin said, raising his voice. "Do you want me to apologize for not wanting to run into you after what happened yesterday? Seeing you a-and Chris-the-fuckhead Hobbs?" Justin asked angrily.

"Justin, I didn't mean for you see that. I - closed the door..." Brian said.

"Yes, it's my fault. I should have never just walked into the room that we share! How fucking stupid of me," Justin spat.

"I didn't plan what happened with Chris. I didn't even know that he was gay. He said he needed help studying for the Chem final. I didn't really want to help him because I had a lot of work to do and I knew it would take away from my own study time, but he said he was desperate, so I agreed. One minute we're talking about binary compounds, and the next thing I know, he's unzipping my fly and --" Justin winced at the thought.

"Please spare me the details, I already got an eyeful, and that was more than enough," Justin interrupted.

"Sorry," Brian said. He looked at Justin and it was clear by the look on his face that he was devastated by what he had seen the day before. It killed Brian to see him that way. He never wanted Justin to be hurt. He walked over to where Justin was sitting at his desk, and put his hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Justin," Brian whispered.

Justin turned his head away, feeling the tears start to fill his eyes and blur his vision. He really didn't want to cry in front of Brian. It made him feel so weak.

"Don't," Justin gently pushed Brian's hand off of his shoulder. It hurt too much to have Brian touch him, because it made him want him so much more, and he knew that it just couldn't happen. Brian didn't know that though, and when he felt Justin push him away he got angry.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Brian shouted. "Why are you even upset with me anyway? It's not like we're boyfriends. We're just friends, remember? It's all we'll ever be, right? Isn't that what you wanted?"

Justin looked away guiltily. Brian was right. He was the one who told him to stop. He was the one who said that it couldn't work between them, and now he was acting like some kind of jealous boyfriend.

"You act like I'm betraying you. As if you'd never do the same thing! Well, I've got news for you; I saw you making out with Sam Dawson; and yes, it killed me inside, but I wasn't about treat you like an asshole, because of it," Brian said.

Justin's face went pale. He didn't realize that Brian had seen him kissing Sam. The handsome redhead had approached him in the corner of the library one day. There was some shameless flirting, and then Sam had made the first move. He was sure that no one had seen them, because if anyone had, there would have been gossip about it around the school by now.

"I didn't realize..." Justin started.

"No, you wouldn't. Because it's always all about you. You don't care about anything or anyone other than yourself. It's been that way since I met you on that first day. You remember that day, right?" Brian baited.

"Shut up!" Justin yelled, standing up now to face Brian, but the brunet ignored him. He was too angry to listen.

"Oh yeah, what a day that was! You were so dead set on your little fantasy of Mommy and Daddy getting back together that you tried to drive my father and I away by being a little prick. You didn't care that your mom was happy with my dad. You didn't care who you were hurting," Brian said, getting Justin's face, forcing the other boy to keep backing away from him.

"I said, shut the fuck up, Brian!" Justin yelled again, but the brunet still wasn't listening.

"So what does that say about you? And you think that I'm the selfish asshole -- why don't you look in the mirror, you fucking hypocrite," Brian spat.

"Fuck you!" Justin shouted, trying not to show how intimated and affected he was by the taller boy and his words, but knew he was failing miserably, especially when he had tears in his eyes. Brian had now backed Justin up all the way to where the end of his bed was on the other side of the room. If he went back any further, he'd be sitting down.

"No, Justin. Fuck you. Fuck you for being in my head all the time. Fuck you for making me weak in the knees every time you smile or are close by. Fuck you for trying to make yourself think you could ever bypass your feelings for me." Brian started to get choked up now, and though there were no tears, his voice was full of emotion. "And fuck you for making me love you so damn much it hurts," Brian whispered hoarsely.

Justin was stunned by the words that Brian had just said, and was speechless. He stared into the hazel green orbs as the brunet breathed heavily against his face, exhausted from all his emotions. Justin's mind couldn't think logically at the moment. Suddenly, his body had a mind of its own, and he wasn't even aware of what he was doing until he felt himself crushing his lips furiously against Brian's. Even then, when he finally realized what was happening, whatever thought registered into his mind had no relevance because he had no control over his actions.

As soon as Brian felt Justin's lips he immediately reacted to the blond, and not a moment too soon, pushed Justin back onto the bed forcefully, and the two boys continued to attack one another's mouth, and started rolling around on the bed, neither able to suppress their moans of pleasure.

Justin's hand found Brian's hard cock through his pants and started rubbing the hard member, earning a loud gasp from the brunet.

"God," Brian moaned. Justin smiled as they continued to kiss, and his hand found the button to Brian's pants and he started working to get them open. Brian immediately started doing the same for Justin, and soon they were both fisting the other's hard cock. Their actions mirrored each other. When one would start stroking faster or slower, the other one would speed up or slow down his task so they would stroke in time simultaneously. After what seemed like hours of doing that, they were both desperate for release.

"I'm close, Brian... so close," Justin whispered, his hand working more furiously on the other boy's cock.

"Me too. Let's cum together," Brian whispered back, his breathing rapid, as he felt Justin's hand speeding up, and worked to keep his rhythm with the blond's.

Brian previous confession that he loved Justin echoed into the blond's mind, and he felt the need to express his feelings in return at that moment as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

"Brian... I... love you too," Justin gasped, and with those words, Brian shot his load first with Justin right behind him, each of them milking the other completely of every last drop.

Justin grabbed a white undershirt that was on the floor next to his bed and wiped his hand with it, and then handed it to Brian. He licked the left over stickiness from his fingers, and Brian did the same.

"You taste sweet," Brian smiled.

Justin returned his smile, and they kissed each other slowly, mixing their tastes together with their tongues. When they finally pulled away from the kiss, Brian held Justin close, and they stayed like that for a while, both silent. Finally, Justin looked up into Brian's eyes. Brian looked back down at him and knew what the other boy was thinking.

"Brian, what are we going to do?" Justin asked.

"I don't know, Sunshine. I don't know," Brian whispered, and Justin's heart warmed as he heard Brian's nickname for him.

"I mean, are we - what are we, exactly?" Justin asked.

"We're soon-to-be stepbrothers who are in love with each other," Brian said quietly. Justin nodded and buried his face in Brian's neck. "Hey, Justin?" Brian asked softly.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for all the things I said. I was just so angry..."

"It's okay, Brian. You were right. About everything. I hate that," Justin said with a small smile, and Brian chuckled. "I'm sorry, too," Justin added sincerely. Brian kissed him on the lips, and it was clear they accepted each other's apology wholeheartedly.

"So where do we go from here?" Justin asked. Brian shrugged.

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet."

"This is going to be so hard," Justin said, his mind now working overtime thinking about their situation.

"I like it hard," Brian smirked, and kissed his blond again. Justin giggled and kissed him back. When they pulled away, he got a serious look on his face again.

"You know what I mean, Brian. How the fuck are we going to do this? How long are we going to be able to keep this a secret?"

"I don't know, Justin, but if the truth comes out, then we'll just have to deal with it. In the meantime, we'll have to be very careful." Justin nodded again.

"It's going to be tough to not be able to touch you whenever I feel like it," Justin said softly.

"We'll be sure to make up for it whenever we're alone in private," Brian smiled. "So, I take it Daphne knows about what's been going on with us?" he asked.

Justin nodded. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't want to tell her, but I had no one to talk to about it, and she was there when I was really upset," Justin explained.

"It's okay, I know we can trust her to keep a secret," Brian said.

"Mom and Jack are going to be home soon, we should probably take a shower and get prepared to act as if everything is the same as it's always been," Justin sighed. Brian nodded, and they reluctantly got out of Justin's bed. They decided to shower in separate bathrooms so they wouldn't be tempted to do anything that would get them caught by their parents. This was just the beginning of the bumpy road ahead of them.

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"Honey, have you noticed anything strange going on with Brian and Justin lately?" Jennifer asked Jack as they were settling in the for the night and getting underneath the covers.

"What do you mean strange?" Jack asked.

"Well, they seem a little tense around us. And this week their behavior, as well as different things that have happened has made me wonder if there's something going on that we don't know about," Jennifer said.

Jack leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'm sure everything is fine, Jen. I think if there was a real problem we'd know about it," Jack said, and then yawned.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Jennifer said, and yawned as well. She flipped off the lamp by her nightstand and snuggled against her fiancé. "Goodnight," she whispered.

"Goodnight," Jack replied, but didn't close his eyes. He hadn't really thought about it until now, but as he recalled the events of the past few weeks, he started to piece things together.

His son had never come out and said that he was gay, but he had a strong suspicion that he was. There was the time that he accidentally found the magazines of naked men in his bedroom. Then there was the fact that his handsome son had never had a girlfriend. He knew that girls must have flocked to him at school, and that he could probably have his pick of any one of them, but he never mentioned any girls, that is except the ones that were just his friends, such as Lindsay Peterson and Daphne Chanders. It occurred to Jack that Brian had never mentioned to him that he went out on dates, which was very strange for an attractive, nearly 17 year-old boy, whose hormones were surely running wild.

Brian spent all his time with Justin, and when he wasn't doing that, he was hanging out with other boys his age, some of which who were obviously gay. 'Come to think of it, other than Daphne, Justin didn't ever show interest in girls either,' Jack thought.

Things started to click, and he thought about the tension in the house between his son and Justin the last few weeks, and how lately things had changed, in that they seemed to be nervous around the rest of the family, but would always seem to be smiling at each other. 'Could Justin and Brian be carrying on a secret relationship?' he asked himself. It made sense.

It didn't really bother him if Justin and Brian were gay, but it did present a bit of a problem if they were gay and in a relationship under the same roof - and the same room. It was one thing to have a relationship, but to be teenagers and be together in this way - living together while having a relationship, that wasn't a good idea. He would have to come up with something so that they would have separate bedrooms. It was just not appropriate for them to share a room anymore.

He knew that this would probably upset Jennifer. It would be hard for her to grasp. She didn't even realize that her own son was gay yet, and he wasn't sure how she would react to that in itself. He didn't know what to do about any of this, yet. He wasn't even 100% sure his suspicions were correct, but something told him that he was right. He didn't know whether or not he should confront the two boys, or wait a while. It was possible that this was just a fling and would be over soon. He knew that teenage love was often short. Jack decided that he would wait it out a while and not mention anything to anyone yet.

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The next evening, the family was all sitting down at the dinner table, and Jack decided that now was as good a time as any to bring up what he had been planning.

"You know, Justin, I've been thinking about this for a while and I'm sure I have come up with the perfect solution so that you'll finally have your own room," Jack smiled at his future stepson. He saw the hint of disappointment on the blond's face.

"Uh, really?" Justin asked, and then glanced over at Brian, whose face was emotionless.

"Honey, that's great! I'm sure Brian and Justin are tired of practically living on top of each other," Jennifer said. Brian smirked at her comment, but said nothing, and Justin cracked a small smile at him.

"Well, I was thinking that we could turn the den into a small bedroom for Molly, and Justin could move into her room," Jack said.

"Why do I have to change rooms?" Molly whined.

"Because, sweetie, Justin is older than you and he has more stuff. He needs the room for his desk and the rest of his furniture," Jennifer explained. Molly pouted, not happy that she had to give up her fairly spacious room.

"Don't worry, kiddo, we'll make it a real neat room. I'll even let you help me decorate it so it'll be just the way you like it," Jack told her. Molly lit up at the sound of that.

"Do we get to paint it any color I want?" she asked, her interest shooting up.

"Of course. Any color of the rainbow you would like. What do you say?" Jack asked and gave a wink to Jennifer.

"Yay! Can we do it tomorrow?" she asked excitedly.

"I can take you to the hardware store to pick out the paint tomorrow, but I was thinking we could start on the room this weekend, honey. That way everyone can pitch in and help," he suggested.

Justin slightly frowned. He didn't want to move out of Brian's bedroom. That was the only time that they could really be alone and didn't have to worry about anyone seeing them together as a couple. And though they had still not had sex, they had taken to sleeping together every night, and Justin loved that.

"Actually, um... sharing a room with Brian is really not that bad, Jack. I don't mind --" Brian then kicked Justin in his shin under the table, and he winced as he felt the pain shoot through him, and glared at the brunet.

"Nonsense, Justin. I'm sure Brian would like to have his own room back. Be a good sport," Jennifer told her son.

"Justin, Brian? Are you both okay with this idea?" Jack asked.

"Sounds great, Dad," Brian said enthusiastically. Jack smiled at his son, and then looked at Justin, who just nodded.

"Great then, it's settled," Jack said simply, and they all continued to eat their dinner.

Justin picked at his food. Why had Brian acted as if he didn't want to share a room with him anymore? Was he getting tired of him?

A couple of hours later, Brian and Justin were in their bedroom and Brian noticed how quiet Justin was being, and decided to try to find out what was wrong with him. He walked over to Justin, who was laying on his bed and sketching. He kissed the blond's cheek, and then looked at the sketch, which was rapidly transforming into his own face.

"That's fantastic, Jus," Brian beamed, and sat down next to him.

"Thanks," Justin said quietly.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or are you going to make me sit here all night and guess?" Brian asked with a small smile. Justin sighed. He was so insecure and he hated that it showed.

"It's just that... well... Brian, are you getting bored with me?" Justin asked. Brian laughed out loud at that.

"What? Why would you think that?" he asked.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny," Justin said seriously. Brian shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but it just sounds so extreme. Of course I'm not bored with you," he said. Justin's head was still downward as he sketched, and his longish blond locks slightly hung down over his eyes. Brian moved some of the blond's hair away from his blue orbs, and then gently tilted his chin up so their eyes would directly meet. "Is this because of my dad's idea to move you into Molly's room?" Brian asked.

Justin moved his head away, embarrassed that he was probably overreacting.

"It is, isn't it?" Brian said. Justin slightly nodded.

"I didn't mean to make you feel that I was bored with you, Justin. I'm not. It's just that I think that if we would have said no, they would have suspected. I mean, who wouldn't want their own room? Besides, I think it would be a good thing, just in case, you know, if things don't work out between us."

Justin didn't like to think about that, but he knew Brian was right. Things between them might end, and then they'd still be stuck sharing a room. Brian's room was quite spacious, but not enough to be able to avoid him. Besides, he knew there were times when he or Brian just wanted to be alone and do their own thing without being interrupted. He liked to listen to music sometimes while he did his homework, and Brian liked to have things deathly quiet when he studied. Brian liked to keep things neat and tidy, whereas Justin could care less about that. 'Maybe having my own room would be better,' Justin thought.

"I know you're right - as always," Justin added with a smile. "I guess I'm just afraid that you won't want to be with me anymore. It sounded like you were trying to get rid of me," Justin said.

"I couldn't do that even if I wanted to, Sunshine," Brian smiled. Justin laughed and then leaned in to kiss Brian. The two boys took their time and kissed slowly and sensually.

"You think we could still have sleepovers?" Justin asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Brian laughed.

"Are you kidding? I'll even provide the food and games. I just bought this new game. I thought we could play it sometime." Justin looked at Brian with an intrigued smile.

"Oh, really? And what game is that?" he asked.

"Pin the cock on the stud," Brian said innocently, tongue in cheek. Justin started laughing, and soon Brian joined him.

"I'll pin you," Justin threatened, and then lunged at Brian to give him one of his ferocious tickle attacks. Brian was extremely ticklish and Justin loved to see him squirm, and listen to his sounds of laughter and panic, and he especially loved to hear Brian beg him to stop.

"Stop! Justin! Please stop!" Brian managed to get out in between his laughing fit.

"Huh-uh, Brian... you didn't say it..." Justin sang and gave him a devilish grin and continued tickling Brian in all the places he knew were especially sensitive.

"No, I don't want to," Brian laughed, and tried to block the blond from getting to his especially ticklish areas.

"Okay, you asked for it..." Justin laughed, and grabbed a strong hold on Brian's right leg and started wiggling his fingers lightly behind his knees.

"Agh!" Brian screamed. "Okay, okay, okay! You are the Master of this room! You're the hottest, smartest, sexiest guy I know and I should only be so lucky to have your hands on meeeeeeeee!" Brian cried.

Justin smiled his approval and stopped tickling his spent boyfriend, whose face was now flushed red as he tried to catch his breath. "That's right, and don't you forget it," Justin said, and leaned down and kissed him. Brian grabbed the back of Justin's neck and pulled him closer to him to deepen their kiss. Soon, they were both extremely aroused, and in need of some release.

"Ready for bed?" Brian asked huskily. Justin nodded and then quickly hopped off the bed. He went to the door and slightly opened it.

"Mom, Jack, we're going to bed now!" Justin called out, so as to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed. They did this most every night, and it worked. Nobody bothered them once they said they were going to sleep.

"Okay, sweetie, goodnight!" Jennifer called out.

"Night, boys," Jack called out.

"Goodnight," Brian and Justin called out at the same time. Justin closed the door and smiled at Brian, then shut off the lights before jumping into bed with him.

"So where were we?" Brian purred, as Justin slipped under the covers and got closer to him.

"Right about here," Justin said, kissing Brian and then grabbed the brunette's hand and placed it on his cock. Brian pulled away and then smiled.

"I think I can do even better than that," he said, licking his lips.

"Prove it," Justin challenged, and with those words, Brian disappeared under the covers and engulfed Justin's leaking cock with his mouth, earning a loud moan from the blond.

"Brian," Justin called out.

Brian hummed around the thick member as he bobbed up and down on it, and felt Justin thrust his hips to get deeper inside his mouth. He suddenly felt Brian's lips leave his cock and he almost cried. Brian crawled up his body and when he reach his mouth, he stuck his tongue into it, so Justin could taste himself. He did, and moaned into the delicious kiss.

"Let's do a 69," Brian suggested in Justin's ear.

"Okay," Justin smiled. They got into the position for 69, and went to work on each other's cocks. After a while, Justin squeezed Brian's left butt cheek, which was his signal that he was close to cumming, and before long, they both did a final thrust into each other's mouths and came, sending the white, thick substance down their throats, careful not to waste a single drop as they swallowed.

Justin turned around and crawled into Brian's arms, and they kissed for a while, tasting themselves as their tongues swirled, mixing their salty-sweet fluids together.

"I love you, Brian," Justin whispered, as he tucked his head under Brian's neck.

"Love you too," Brian replied with a satiated smile, and wrapped his arms around Justin, enjoying their closeness.

Brian knew that they probably had some hard times ahead. The more time he and Justin spent together, the stronger his feelings for the other boy became. He knew it wouldn't be long until it was obvious to everyone else how he felt about him. As he had told his boyfriend earlier though, if their secret was to come out, they'd just have to deal with it. He hoped that if that happened that it wouldn't get too ugly. He sighed and pushed those thoughts out of his head, and soon fell asleep next to his love.