Finding Your Own Way Back

Chapter 13

Author's Note: Okay, so this one has a lot of sex. But it does have some substance so just wade through it. I think you'll be happy with the outcome. Also, the Heathcliff and Catherine I refer to are from Emily Bronte's book Wuthering Heights. Hubbell is Robert Redford's character in The Way We Were. Oh, I know Justin's nipple isn't re-pierced on the show but like Hemingway once said, isn't it pretty to think so?

It was Justin who awakened first, stretching like a cat. He moved to straddle Brian, licking the man's lips until the man's eyes slowly slid open. "Horny again?" he asked, amused.

Justin nodded. "Uh huh," he said, having enjoyed a very erotic dream about Brian during his brief nap. He smiled at Brian.

"You look like the cat who ate the canary," Brian pointed out.

"I prefer thinking of it as the cat who lapped the milk out of the saucer until nothing remained," he said, voice all but a purr.

Brian's eyes narrowed even as they darkened. "You know you're beautiful when you're horny."

Since the words were so unlike Brian, Justin stayed silent. Brian leaned up to find Justin's mouth with his own, sucking his tongue as they kissed. Still it was Justin who mapped the interior regions of Brian's mouth, the older man compliant for once to let Justin navigate. He nipped Brian's bottom lip gently and was pleased to see his eyes darken with lust. He licked Brian's jawline and heard the slight hiss as Brian inhaled.

Without warning, Brian flipped them so he loomed above Justin. Pinning his hands above his head (in a move that reminded them both of a day so long ago in a hotel room), Brian attacked his lips, leaving them bruised and tender. Justin arched under the sudden onslaught. "My rules," Brian said, as he licked the slender column of Justin's throat. "My game."

Justin waited as Brian's tongue mapped a path down the center of his chest to the top of his treasure line, carefully avoiding his nipples. He felt Brian's nose nuzzle into the thatch of his pubic hair before kissing his dick and knew he was in for a long, slow ride, completely under Brian's control.

From his position, Brian looked down at him. He slid up to find Justin's mouth with his own and said, in a voice not entirely his own, "I want you." This time the kiss was soft. Breaking it, Brian said, "Stay still. Still until I tell you that I want you to move."

Understanding the order and knowing that no audible response was required, he nodded. This time Brian licked in concentric circles around his nipples, carefully avoiding direct contact. Justin's hands gripped the sheets as his toes curled. Finally, Brian's mouth drew one into the hot warmth of his mouth, sucking on the nub until it was hard almost to the point of pain. Then he did the same to the other one, leaving them both glistening with saliva as he moved down Justin's body with deliberation. "Brian," he breathed.

Pausing in his ministrations, he noticed Justin's eyes were closed. "Look at me," he ordered quietly. "I want you to see me."

The blue eyes slowly opened. "You're driving me mad. I want you to fuck me, Brian."

"All in good time." His tone conveyed the promise of more delicious torment to come. "What do you want me to do?"

"Suck me," he said, voice high and breathless with need. "I want you to suck me, Brian." He knew that he was in for a long night. He looked at Brian and saw the older man smirk. Am I that predictable? Then he didn't think anymore as he felt Brian's tongue wash over his navel, tongue dipping inside, saliva dripping from his tongue to Justin's belly as he lifted his head.

"Brian," he moaned. But Brian's head bent back to his task, tongue fucking his belly button with slow, deliberate motions, until he couldn't help arching his back towards Brian..

Then Brian's tongue abruptly left his belly button and moved to his hard and weeping dick. He licked the tip, rewarded with a drop of pre-come. "My god." Brian licked with slow, deliberate strokes of the shaft before taking the cock into his mouth. Moving up and down on it, he concentrated on the ridges and veins, then the bump beneath the head. He felt Justin begin to writhe above him. Letting Justin slip free for a moment, he said, "Still, remember. Stay still." And then, "You want to fuck my face, don't you? You want to shoot down my throat, don't you?"

Justin could only nod as he felt Brian turn his attention from his now-neglected cock to his balls. Lapping at the sac, Brian slowly drew one ball inside the warmth of his mouth, and then did the same to the other. He rolled both gently. Then Brian's mouth closed once more over his dick, tongue swirling around the head, then Brian's tongue mercilessly attacked the slit, hole opening as Justin moaned out a warning, "I'm going to shoot."

Brian hard-sucked him as Justin began to shoot, hot spunk bathing his throat, muscles contracting as he swallowed. Letting a little bit of Justin's seed remain in his mouth, he raised his head, sliding up his body until Justin's mouth met his in a fiercely passionate kiss. As they kissed, they shared the come. Breaking the kiss, Justin licked his lips for any lingering traces as Brian did the same to his own.

"You like tasting your own spunk, don't you? You're such a dirty boy," Brian said, remembering their watery encounter that morning and the events of earlier that evening. My, if our mothers could see us now, he thought, irreverently.

"Yes," Justin's voice was breathy.

"How many times did you jack off at Daphne's, catching your jizz in your hand? Lapping it up like milk?"

"A lot," he answered, having lost count.

"Did you play with toys?"

"Yeah," he said, voice even more breathless than before. He thought of riding the dildo as he jacked off, taking more and more of it into his ass, as he moved up and down on it.

"Did you wish it was me as you fucked yourself on that hard cock? Stroking yourself until you shot?" The choice of words was deliberate.

"Yes, Brian. Oh, yes."

Brian's eyes darkened. His own cock was hard again and he felt a strong need to fuck Justin. The need to reassert ownership came from a place deep inside him. "Did you fuck yourself on your fingers, dirty boy?"

"Uh huh," Justin said, his own dick hard. He couldn't help but remember the nights he'd spent fucking his hole with his fingers.

"Such a dirty boy," he taunted, a new idea for the floor show occurring to him.

He knew Justin's dick was hard again. Ah, the benefit of youth, he thought. How sweet it is.

"Turn over," he said, waiting as Justin eagerly complied, presenting his delectable ass to Brian. It was a secret pleasure of Brian's that he enjoyed eating Justin's ass. He saw the teen squirm and spread his legs farther apart in anticipation of what was to come (no pun intended).

"Brian."

"No talking," he said, as he positioned himself for better access. "You clean?"

"Yes," Justin said. That had been done that morning under Brian's expert eye. He smiled remembering the warm water going up his hole, cleansing out his lower colon.

He felt Brian raise himself up so that his bare cock rested in the indentation of his ass. Then he felt Brian move again and realized, as he felt the wetness, that Brian's tongue was starting its slow progression down his spine. It had been a long time since anyone had eaten his ass. Yet another thing Ethan wouldn't do, claiming he didn't like the taste. He felt Brian's tongue lick his cheeks with slow deliberation. Then he felt Brian's hands part his cheeks, tongue finding the strip of skin between his asshole and balls, slowly licking it until Justin wanted to scream. He couldn't help but moan, his cock digging into the mattress through the drop cloth, futilely trying to fuck the mattress, achieve some sort of release.

Brian's tongue made a pass near his asshole, breath hot against his hole. "Please," he pleaded, no longer caring about the earlier instructions.

"What little boy?"

Justin raised his ass as Brian's tongue made dead on contact, licking the hole until it glistened with saliva.

"Please eat me," he whispered. "Eat my ass. Fuck me with your tongue."

He couldn't see Brian's smirk, before he began to lick with renewed intensity, giving the hole a thorough tongue bathing. Then he felt the tip of Brian's tongue begin to enter, pushing pass the first ring of muscles, tongue driving deeper and deeper. Justin's hand slipped down to his own cock, now freely weeping pre-come. Using the pre-come as an ersatz lubricant, he began stroking his shaft as Brian's tongue continued its exquisite torment and exploration of his asshole.

Brian redoubled his efforts, not unaware of the fact that Justin was jerking himself off. His tongue slipped out of Justin's ass and again licked the sensitive strip of skin, tongue making contact with his balls, and then the sensitive underside of his shaft. He felt Justin's ass buck back up towards him, a futile effort to get him to pay more attention.

"Oh God," he said, as he began stroking himself faster.

"Come," he said, knowing when Justin's fingers brushed against the head of his cock it was all over. He felt the spasms begin. "Shoot that load of jizz. You know you want to. Come for me, dirty boy."

Justin began to shoot, catching most but not all in the palm of his hand. When the last spasm had finished wracking his slender body, he slowly turned over. There were remnants of semen on his chest, cock, and balls. Meeting Brian's eyes, he knew what was to come, so he was unsurprised when Brian moved to straddle him, tongue lapping his chest clean, then moving slowly down to lick his cock clean. Finally, Brian turned his attention to his ball sac, scrupulous in his attention to detail.

Finishing the task at hand, he glanced at Justin's cupped palm. Eyes locked on Brian's, he extended his hand. Ducking his head, eyes rolled upwards so that he met Justin's, Brian lapped the rest of the spunk from Justin's hand, licking it clean. He could feel the teen shudder and knew that he was still turned on, if not hard for the moment. It was a mirror of what they'd done that morning in the shower.

"Um good," he said, licking his lips. "That was hot."

Justin stared at him. "Fuck me, Brian. Pound the shit out of me. I want your cock deep inside my hot little ass."

He simply smirked but reached for the lube and a condom. Tearing the foil packet, he proceeded to lube himself, then started to lube Justin when the teen said, "No lube."

Staring at him, he said, "Are you sure?" The last thing he wanted was to hurt him, though they both liked it rough on occasion.

Justin nodded. Still Brian hesitated. He really didn't want to hurt Justin though he knew the rimming had left him wet with saliva. "It's okay," he insisted. "It'll be fine."

Brian rolled the condom over his achingly hard dick and said, "Face to face? Or doggie style?"

"From the back," Justin said.

Kneeling on the bed, Justin felt the bed shift as Brian moved into position behind him. He felt Brian position the cockhead at his asshole, then begin to slowly enter, waiting as the muscles loosened to allow him entrance. He pushed past the first ring of muscles. He shifted to gain deeper penetration, and then began to thrust, feeling the muscles loosen to allow him access even as they began to grip his cock. Starting out slow, then gradually increasing speed, Brian began to thrust anew. He moved in and out until the tip of his cockhead rested just inside then did the same thing as Justin arched his back, bucking his hips backwards, wanting more of his dick inside him.

"Fuck me," he moaned. "Fuck me."

Soon Brian was pistoning his hips in a nearly punishing rhythm as Justin met every thrust and stroke. Then he began to hit Justin's prostate on nearly every stroke. He knew from the teen's movements that he was close. He felt Justin stiffen and unload his balls, then a few minutes later Brian knew he was coming, unloading his own balls. He filled the condom with hot spunk, feeling it wash back over his cock. He was glad for the reservoir tip. He gently pulled out as Justin collapsed onto the bed below him, the teen whimpering from the sudden emptiness. He collapsed on top of Justin, spent and exhausted. Tossing the condom aside, he flopped onto his back. Justin rolled over and saw that Brian's dick was still glistening from the load he'd shot. His eyes gleamed.

Moving to straddle Brian, his head disappeared between Brian's legs, tongue licking the interior of his thighs, then moving to take Brian's prick into his mouth, licking it clean. Then he slowly did the same to Brian's balls. Once done, he raised his head and met Brian's eyes.

"Come here," Brian said, his own voice hoarse.

Justin did so, surprised when Brian indicated he wanted him to lie on top of him. All wet and sticky, he thought. "That was fucking hot." Much better than talking, he thought. It had been hot having Justin lick him clean, like a kitten, he thought. "Very, very hot."

Looking at Brian, he said, "Brian."

"Hmm," the man said, eyes closed.

"We're not done for the night, are we?"

Brian chuckled. "Horny little boy, aren't we? We're taking a short commercial break." Though Brian secretly thought that he was worn out, he was willing to let Justin ride him for a while.

"Good," he thought. He wanted Brian to fuck him all night long. He was well aware of the fact that Brian was firmly in the driver's seat, and he was content with that. Control, at least for the moment, remained Brian's. Justin understood all too well the man's need for control. He did not know that he fell asleep before Brian or that Brian watched him drift into sleep, thinking how he resembled a Botticelli angel, albeit one who was well-fucked. Somehow he doubted the painter had intended that.

Sleep proved elusive for Brian so that he finally slipped from bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping Justin. He went into the bathroom to piss, realizing just how much he'd missed having someone to fuck who actually cared about him. Who wasn't just a vessel for him to get off in. Hell, he realized, I missed him. On more levels than just fucking, he admitted. He'd actually missed having someone to talk to. Someone who met him on an intellectual level and didn't think comic books were literature.

He slipped into his black silk robe and stole quietly down the stairs. Retrieving the bottle of Jim Beam and a glass from the liquor cart, he took up a position on the couch. Pouring a good inch of whiskey into the glass, Brian sat there, looking out at the star dappled sky. Lights from the kitchen provided the only illumination, so that he was all but shrouded in darkness.

Unaware of how long he sat there deep in thought, he did not hear, at first, Justin begin to stir. Immediately aware of Brian's absence from the bed, he stood naked for a moment, before wrapping the discarded sheet around him, Roman-toga style. "Brian," he said, softly, noticing the head resting on the back of the couch. He could see the bottle of Jim Beam and wondered just how much Brian had drunk.

Not stirring, Brian said, equally quiet, "I'm down here." The gravity worried him.

Tentatively, Justin joined him. Brian's robe gaped a bit, leaving a portion of his chest exposed to the chilly air. He reached for the glass of whiskey and took a swallow. Wordlessly Brian handed him the bottle of Beam.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," was the snapped and curt response.

Not believing that for a nanosecond, Justin simply kissed his cheek, putting the bottle down. He knew that if Brian wanted to talk he would. "Good night, Brian." He knew that the fucking was over for the moment. I love you, he wanted to say but knew that it would only set Brian off.

He rose to return to the bedroom when he heard Brian say, "I guess we need to buy you a robe."

It was a tacit acknowledgement that Justin would be spending more nights in the loft. "There's a toothbrush in the bathroom. I won't be long."

Justin mounted the stairs, moving slowly, still a little sore from the earlier pounding he'd received. He looked back at Brian. He resembles Heathcliff, he thought, wondering if for a time he'd been Brian's Catherine. It was all too easy to imagine Brian wandering the cliffs and the moors. He saw Brian reach for the bottle and pour himself more whiskey with more than a little sadness tinged with irritation. Some things didn't change, Justin thought, resigned to the fact that Brian would sit there and brood. He walked in to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he was startled to see that the bottle of codeine was on the top shelf. He didn't forget, he thought.

"I didn't forget."

Startled, he whirled to face Brian who'd dropped the robe just inside the bedroom, standing naked in front of him. "I----" Words failed him.

Brian smiled ruefully. "But I didn't let myself think you'd come back."

Justin met his eyes. "All I wanted to hear was that I mattered. That I was more than just a convenient fuck."

"So did I." The quietly spoken words had the effect of a gunshot in a silent room. "You stopped being a convenient fuck when you rabbited to New York with my credit card. You stopped being just a fuck the night of your eighteenth birthday when you met me on that dance floor after saving my ass from Kip Thomas, though you didn't tell me. That night you let me fuck you until dawn," he reminded him. "And you slid way past my barriers the night of the prom. So don't fucking say that you didn't matter to me." The pain glittered in Brian's eyes. "That you don't matter to me."

Justin took a step towards him, noticing that Brian took an involuntary step backwards and flinched. Christ, he thought. Does he really think I'm going to hit him? "Brian, I lost the person I was when I got bashed by that fucker. I came out of that coma changed. I'm not the same kid who stood down on the street and told you that I wanted you. I've grown up a little bit."

"I know," he said, unable to keep the weariness or sadness from creeping into his tone. And I lost the boy I fell for, he thought. To be replaced by a man who I had to fall in love with all over again. Whoever said that love was easy had to have been on acid, he thought, bitterly.

That there was sadness in those words was clear even to Justin. Without another word, Brian turned away and returned to slide naked into bed. Justin stood looking at Brian for a long time. I won't hurt you again, he thought.

When he quietly slid into bed beside Brian, he knew the other man was watching him carefully. "It can't be like before."

"What?"

"Whatever we're doing. It can't be like before," he repeated.

Turning onto his side to face him, he said, "I know. What do you need from me?"

He'd started to ask that question earlier and had known that the answer would be vintage Brian. Fuck the shit out of me until the last thing I think about is serious matters, he thought. This time the man's answer was long in coming. "Honesty. I need you to tell me when something's wrong, what it is you want or need from me." So I don't get fucked over again. "Not just close it off." Like I do.

"Okay," Justin's response was quiet. He studied Brian, recognizing the signs of pain in his eyes. "Brian, what did Michael say to you that day at Melanie and Lindz's party?"

"Before I decked him?" There was a sort of wry amusement to Brian's response.

"Yes."

"He said a lot of shit about you. Then he said that I should have left you in that parking garage. That I'd have been better off without you." This time there was no disguising the pain he felt and Brian made no effort to hide the pain.

Justin gasped. He was defending me, he realized. If only I'd known. And everyone ripped into him, calling him a monster. He remembered how Debbie's voice had been the one to lead the assault on Brian. He'd just stood there, stunned, with his new lover who didn't understand a fucking thing about his relationship with Brian. Everyone had been horrified, he reflected. And I know that I didn't imagine the pain in Brian's eyes when we met in that bathroom though I was snarky to him. "And Ben?"

"Ben called me the biggest slut in Pittsburgh." Actually, he thought, it was whore. "He wasn't wrong."

Justin was reminded of the fact that Brian had shown up at the party with two bears. "And the two motorcycle guys?"

"A couple who were sitting at the bar at Woody's arguing over china patterns while a porn flick was going on," Brian said, remembering how disgusted he'd felt. "Imagine talking about china while watching some hot guy getting his dick sucked. So I decided to bring them to the party so they could get Lindz's advice on china patterns."

Justin smiled. "You weren't going to fuck them?"

"God no," Brian shuddered. "Not my type. For two motorcycle fags, they sure were a bunch of pussies."

Justin couldn't help but laugh and Brian smiled. But he was still irritated by the fact that Brian had been so disparaged. Sitting up, he thought of all the times the so-called "slut" had helped his friends. And how they seemed to conveniently forget that. "You're not a slut."

"Yes, I am," Brian said, sitting up. "I define the word slut, Sunshine."

"Brian," he said, hating the way Brian's self-image was so tarnished.

"What, Sunshine?"

"If you're a slut, what does that make me?"

"A slut-in-training," he joked, then grew serious. "I am not sorry that I defended you or that I hit Michael." He remembered taking Michael the steak and his best friend's accusation that he really loved the kid. He'd denied it but everyone knew it was true. And the plans he'd mentioned had involved a $300/hr hustler. He wondered if Justin would be pissed at him for that or not. He was surprised when Justin moved to straddle him again, then gently pushed him back on the bed.

"Let me prove how grateful I am," Justin said, as his mouth found Brian's. They kissed until their lips were bruised. He broke the kiss and saw Brian's eyes had gone soft even as they'd darkened.

"Justin, you don't have to do this," he said.

"I want to." His own cock was hardening again as was Brian's. He licked Brian's throat, an action that had been theirs almost from the beginning; from the night he'd cut in on at Brian and the two potential tricks at Babylon. He wondered if Brian remembered that night also.

He mapped a trail down Brian's chest with mouth and tongue, stopping at his chestnut pubes. He kissed the base of Brian's cock, nose nestled into the chestnut hair, then began to lick the shaft as if it were a lollipop. Pausing, he looked up at Brian. "What do you want me to do?"

"Lick my balls," Brian said, breathless. He'd nearly forgotten just how insatiable Justin could be. "Tongue my balls, then deep-throat me. I want to shoot down your throat, bathe your tonsils with my jism."

Since that was what Justin was hoping for, he said, "What else?"

"Eat my ass," he said, voice nearly a whisper. "Put your tongue inside my ass and eat me out."

"Your wish is my command, master," he said, only half in jest, as he returned to his place between Brian's legs. Bending to his task, he was startled when Brian spoke again.

"Justin, wait."

Huh? Since when does he turn down a blow job from me?

To Brian, it was a most vulnerable position for both of them. As much as he wanted Justin, and he did, he couldn't help thinking the younger man's behavior was due less to sexual desire than to guilt. It was more driven from guilt than a desire to give away his control to Brian. And that didn't make Brian happy. It was too close to rape for his comfort even though he knew Justin was all too willing.

"Do you really want to play?" he asked. They hadn't often done the master-and-slave game because neither felt that comfortable giving up control. And, let's face it, Brian just refused to wear the leather hood. And, honestly, he wasn't sure that they had enough trust in each other. At least not now. It was too soon, he thought. Too soon for more than what they'd done. The floor show was going to be playing well outside the box as it was, he thought. He hadn't been lying earlier when he'd told Justin that he knew that he'd probably wind up fucking more than just him that night. Though it bothered Justin it bothered him less. Perhaps because Brian was a bit more confident in his sexuality than his young partner. For all his bravado, Justin was still young and less worldly than he might think.

Still Justin nodded, though Brian sensed his own trepidation. Brian sighed, eyes meeting Justin's. This wasn't what he wanted though it was rare that Brian Kinney turned down a blow job from such a willing applicant. Justin moved from between his legs and moved to sit beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"Feels too soon," he said. "Like you're rushing something because you think I want it."

"You don't?"

Looking down at his hard-on, Brian said, "Fuck yeah. I'm a guy. I always want my dick sucked. But it should be for the right reasons."

"I'm always the slave," Justin pointed out.

Despite himself, Brian found himself smirking. "Like you mind the role. Besides, you look hot in nothing but that black velvet collar, you know. That black collar against all that pale, creamy skin. Every gay man and boy's wet dream in vivid color. You'd sell a hell of a lot of Kleenex."

Nodding, Justin replied smugly, "Would you buy Kleenex if you saw an image of me in a magazine?"

Brian studied him, appraisingly. "Hell, yes."

Justin smiled. "You like hearing me beg you to fuck me," he accused.

"Well, you do it so well," he said, smugly. "Besides, dirty boy, your hot, tight ass is mine."

"And here I thought you didn't get territorial."

"I don't. I'm simply stating a fact."

"Uh huh."

"You're hard as iron, Sunshine," Brian pointed out.

"So are you." Brian's own dick was leaking.

Without a word, Brian slid further down on the bed, lying on his back. He looked back at Justin. "Squat with your knees on either side of my head and feed me your cock."

"Shouldn't this be the other way around?" Justin pointed out.

"Why?"

"Um, the height differential, for one. It'd be easier for me to suck you if I was lying on my back with you above me. Feeding me your cock, so I can suck you without straining."

Mentally kicking himself for forgetting that one pertinent little fact, Brian nodded. The kid had a point. So they shifted position, this time Brian feeding him his cock. He said, "And here I thought you were so limber." But he smiled, as he said, "You know, Sunshine, you are cock-hungry. A slut for my come. Like drinking it direct from the source."

"Uh huh." He was quite proud of that fact as he began sucking Brian with abandon as the man bent to his own task. The words had made the teen even hotter, Brian reflected as he began to move up and down on the rigid column of flesh. It didn't take long for either of them to come, both flooding the other's mouth with hot, creamy seed moments after the other.

Brian moved from his position first, letting his dick leave the warmth of Justin's mouth. He licked his lips as he looked down at Justin. "You know that you could have a career in fellatio, Sunshine."

"As could you. That was hot," he said, grinning. It had been a long time since he'd done a 69. The thought occurred to him that it was Brian who'd taught him everything he knew; that to some Brian was little better than a Svengali-like character. But, to Justin, he'd always be the love of his life; his Hubbell.

Brian moved back on the bed and Justin lay next to him, both satiated for the moment. And tired, Brian admitted to himself. "I'm thinking Friday for the girls." Have Saturday to recuperate.

Nodding, Justin said, "What are you planning on telling the guys?"

"You mean Mikey." He turned to face Justin so his eyes found Justin's in the dark. "That we have a prior engagement."

"He'll be pissed."

"Let him. I'm not apologizing for you or for our sex life. It's none of his fucking business anyhow." How many times has he found me in the backroom getting blown and not looked away or waited until I shot my load before starting in on me? He wondered. "If you and I want to fuck the French Foreign Legion that's our business. Hell, if we want to open the loft and charge admission that's our business."

"Um I think that's called prostitution," Justin pointed out. But he understood the point.

Brian began to run the palm of his hand over Justin's chest, shiny with post-sex sweat. Brushing his nipples he said, "I thought you looked hot with your nipple pierced."

"I let it grow back."

"You'd look hot with a barbell through it," Brian said, the pad of his thumb brushing his nipple, thinking of how he'd loved to tongue Justin's nipple, playing with the ring, tugging it with his teeth as he fucked Justin.

"I'll get it re-pierced." Justin was no fool; he knew what Brian was saying. "Wasn't it you who said that he wasn't interested in someone with a ring through their tit?"

"In my defense, I was on my way to getting drunk. And I still thought of you as my stalker."

Justin smiled. "Is that why you took me home that night and fucked me so hard I saw stars? Tugging on the ring as you took me again and again."

"So it made me hot," Brian admitted. "I admit it. I like the fact that you got your tit pierced. Do we have to go on ad nauseam about it?"

"No," Justin said, leaning over to gently kiss him.

"I'll go with you," Brian said.

"Thinking of getting another tattoo?" he teased.

"No, one is enough."

They looked at each other and smiled softly. Things weren't fully back to normal between them yet but they were getting there, slowly but surely. In Justin and Brian fashion.

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