A/N: I've altered Justin's background a bit (very little), and there's no Gus.

"Look, Lindsay. You know that I love you, but I can't donate sperm for your little science experiment. I can't help create a child and, then, give him or her away."

"But you could still be in the child's life…"

"It's not enough. You know as well as I do that your bulldog of a girlfriend would want me to give her my parental rights, and she despises me. I doubt she'd want me spending any real time with the kid."

"But Brian…"

"Lindsay, you have an idea of what my childhood was like. Can you really expect me to be a deadbeat dad, as the situation would force me to be?"

Brian did want to be a father, but he did not want to be a weekend dad. His father was an abusive drunk who had never even wanted a second child. Brian vowed long ago that if he ever had a child, he would be there for everything. He would be supportive and caring, showing the kid every day that he was glad he or she had been born.

Lindsay begrudgingly replied, "Humph. I guess…I guess I understand."

Brian kissed her forehead. "I'd better go. I have an important presentation to give."

Lindsay said, "Bye" softly. She was so disappointed that she could barely speak. She'd been asking him to help she and Mel have a baby for years. But she'd thought she had him this time. His 30th birthday was fast approaching. Surely he'd be thinking about his mortality. Unfortunately, his impending birthday did nothing to sway him. There had to be a way to change his mind. Lindsay had long since abandoned her hope of one day being Brian's wife, but she could and would still be the mother of his children.

*****

Justin was walking down Liberty Avenue despondently. Weeks ago, he'd decided that he would come here, on this very day, to get his first taste of sexual freedom, but he never imagined it like this. He didn't need to lie to his parents or sneak out. He didn't need to wait until Daphne could drive him. He was no longer bound by rules. Unfortunately, that also meant that he was lost in the world. He had no job and no savings, but, suddenly, he needed to support himself. He would need to find a place to live and a job. Moreover, he wouldn't be able to attend college in the fall. He hadn't applied for any scholarships because his father had promised to pay his tuition, but, then, he'd refused when Justin said that he did not want to study business at Dartmouth, preferring to study art at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts instead. His father might have relented, but, then, he saw Justin's sketchbook and the countless naked men he'd drawn. This final departure from 'decency' would not be tolerated. As far as Craig Taylor was concerned, he no longer had a son. Craig didn't care that Justin had graduated high school a year early or that he'd scored a 1500 on his SAT. No accomplishment could trump the shame Justin brought him by loving both art and cock.

"How can a father write off his own son? Just pretend he doesn't exist?" Justin muttered.

Justin vowed that if he ever had a child, he'd love him or her unconditionally and allow the child to be whoever he or she wanted to be. Not just that, he'd really get to know his child and encourage him or her in whatever direction his or her interest lay. He was experiencing such a flurry of emotions, anger, sadness, disappointment, and worry, that he wasn't paying attention to the world around him. He was shocked back to reality when he was suddenly thrown to the ground.

*****

Brian had knocked yet another presentation out of the park and left work early to celebrate. He was currently on his way to the baths. He planned to reward himself for his achievement with a blow job and maybe a fuck or two. That is, until he bumped into a gorgeous young blond with hair like gossamer and sparkling blue eyes. He reached out to pull the boy up, and, when bronze met porcelain white, electricity seemed to flow from one to the other. Still holding the boy's hand, Brian's eyes traveled downward, lighting on deliciously plump lips. Brian wasn't particularly obsessed with kissing, but those lips…He sighed. They were the color of ripe raspberries, and they looked so soft. His cock stirred to life at the thought of licking and nibbling them, enveloping them with his own, as he pulled the boy into an intoxicating kiss. His kissing fantasies were suddenly replaced with blow job fantasies: those lips sliding down his shaft, deepthroating him, suckling his balls. Continuing their journey downward, his eyes glided over the boy's luscious bubble butt, so round and fuckable. How he'd love to squeeze those creamy white globes while slamming into the boy. Now this was the reward he deserved!

Justin was similarly entranced with Brian. He looked up at the man shyly under fluttering blond lashes, his glum circumstances forgotten for the moment. This man was an enigma. He was wearing what appeared to be a plain blue suit, but it was perfectly tailored to accentuate his body. Despite the suit, a designer suit at that, he was hardly dull or effeminate. His grip was firm, his eyes bright, with a naughty glint, and, even through layers of clothing, Justin could see that his arms were strong and muscular, though not overly so. His was a classic beauty, with his sculpted lips, perfectly proportioned face and body, and large eyes. His eyes were especially captivating. They were hazel, a mixture of brown and green flecked with gold. Sometimes, they looked almost entirely dark sea green. His hair was a beautiful chestnut with blond highlights. Everything about the man was complex and misleading.

Brian asked the boy, "Where you headed?"

The most beautiful man Justin had ever seen was standing so close to him that he could feel the warmth of the man's breath on his skin. Better, or worse, yet, depending on how you looked at it, the man was still holding Justin's hand, which kept him off balance and dazed. He heard the man speak, but had no idea what he'd said.

Brian laughed. The gorgeous boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. Brian realized that the boy was probably a virgin, most likely in every sense of the word. He grew impossibly harder at the thought. Brian decided to try again. He gently stroked the boy's cheek and repeated his question.

"Where you headed?"

Justin was startled, but managed to reply, "Oh. Um, no place special."

"I can change that." Brian shook his head. He knew that his charm was flustering the boy, but the boy's beauty and innocence were weaving a spell of their own. Brian's fantasies were becoming gentler, and he was starting to relish the thought of introducing the boy to every aspect of gay sex. He was even thinking about letting the boy top him. He kept imagining the facial expressions and sounds the experience would draw from the boy.

Brian couldn't wait much longer. He leaned closer and whispered in the boy's ear, "You're irresistible. I want to take you home and spend the rest of the day and most of the night fucking you. Would you like that?"

Justin nearly came in his jeans. His breath was ragged, and his face, flushed. He closed his eyes in an effort to regain some control over his body, but, when he found his voice, he could only whisper back, "Ye-yes."

The car ride and the trip in the elevator were a blur. Before Justin knew it, he was sitting on the beautiful man's bed.

Brian wanted to rip the boy's clothes off and ravish him, but he held back. He wanted to savor this.

He asked, "What's your name?" Some spell indeed. Why the hell was he asking the boy's name?

The boy swallowed hard and, with great effort, managed to answer without stuttering. "Justin."

Brian smiled, trying to put the boy at ease. "I'm Brian. I know we're both horny as hell, so why don't we take the edge off. Then we can take everything else more slowly."

He sat on the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his painfully erect cock, and, then, did the same for the boy.

Justin was mesmerized by Brian's cock. Before the man could tell Justin what he had in mind, the boy had pulled off all his clothing and was kneeling between the man's legs.

He said in a shaky voice, "I need to taste you" and began licking Brian's cock, from head to base. After he'd licked every inch, he began sucking on the head, swirling his tongue around the slit as he did so.

Brian thought, "This kid is a fucking natural. A prodigy even."

Justin moaned, sending vibrations through Brian's cock. In response, Brian threaded his fingers in the boy's silky hair. The boy slowly began drawing Brian's cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down and taking a little bit more into his mouth on each downstroke. All the while, Justin fisted his cock. When Justin finally managed to take all of Brian into his mouth, Brian's cock reached the boy's throat, and he nearly gagged.

Brian rubbed the boy's neck gently and said encouragingly, "Next time, relax and breathe."

Justin did as Brian suggested and was soon deepthroating Brian with little difficulty. When the boy swallowed around Brian's cock, the man yelled, "Fuck, Justin" and started shooting into the boy's mouth. The taste of the beautiful man sent Justin over the edge; he came while moaning loudly.

Afterward, Justin opened his eyes and looked up at Brian. The boy smiled brightly, though he was still panting. He asked shyly, "Was that okay? I've never done that before."

Brian smiled. "Sunshine, you're a natural."

The boy's cheeks flushed with pleasure at the compliment, and, if it were possible, the boy seemed to smile even more brightly. Brian divested himself of his clothing and, then, pulled the boy onto his lap, so the boy was straddling him. He cupped the boy's face and licked his scrumptious lips before pushing his tongue into the boy's mouth and kissing him deeply. The boy moaned softly. Brian couldn't get enough. Justin tasted incredible. When Brian felt the boy's cock beginning to harden against his own rousing cock, he remembered that he was no longer an inexperienced teenager making out in the back of a theater. He pulled away and started licking and sucking on Justin's neck while he grabbed the boy's ass and rubbed their erections together. Justin moaned low in his throat.

Brian slid the boy off his lap and directed him to get on all fours. He caressed the boy's cheeks softly before spreading them gently and circling the boy's entrance with his tongue. Then he swirled his tongue directly over the boy's pink bud. Justin was tense at first, not understanding what Brian was doing, but, when the man pushed his tongue inside him, he arched his back and shouted, "Oh God!" A few moments later, Brian pulled out and wet a finger. He pushed it inside the boy until it reached his prostate and, then, massaged it gently. Justin closed his eyes tight, trying to control his body, which was quickly being overwhelmed by the many new sensations Brian was causing him to feel. However, when Brian pushed his tongue inside Justin again, alongside his finger, which was still massaging the boy's prostate, the boy let out a guttural moan and started cumming. Brian smiled. This was going to be a fun night, the most fun he'd had in a very long time.

*****

After Brian had deflowered Justin, he decided that he would indeed let the boy top him.

Justin was lying on his side, smiling and gazing at Brian blissfully. "Sunshine, would you like a turn?"

At first, the boy was confused. "A turn?"

Brian chuckled. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Justin's eyes widened. "You'd actually let me?"

Brian smiled. "Well, I don't normally bottom, but, this is your first time…"

Justin smiled. His breath was becoming ragged just thinking about it. He whispered, "I'd love to be inside you."

Brian handed the boy a condom and lube and flipped over onto his stomach.

The boy asked nervously, "Would it be okay if you were on your back? I want to see your face."

Brian hesitated. It was bad enough that he was going to let the boy fuck him, but letting him study his face as he did so would be much more intimate. Without understanding why he was doing so, he agreed. "Fuck it. Why not?" He flipped over onto his back.

Justin flashed the man a million-watt smile.

Wanting to get the show on the road, Brian grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto the boy's fingers.

"Start with one finger. Push it inside me and then add another two, one at a time. After that, spread them apart as much as you can."

Justin complied. When he spread his fingers apart, one of them lighted on a bump inside Brian, and the man moaned.

"What is that?"

"That's my prostate gland. You want to try and hit that spot when you fuck someone. It makes the other person feel incredible."

Justin nodded his head solemnly. "Okay."

He pulled his fingers out and slowly put the condom on his cock. He covered it in lube, and, then, he pulled Brian's knees around his waist. The boy was so excited he was trembling. He slowly began pushing his cock inside Brian's tight hole.

When he was halfway inside, Brian shut his eyes tight and tensed up.

The boy froze and asked frantically, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Brian opened his eyes and shook his head. "Not really. It always hurts a little. That's part of it. But when you feel your bedfellow tense up, you should stop and wait for him to relax. Sometimes, he'll start pushing back to let you know he's okay."

Justin nodded. When Brian started pushing back, the boy pushed himself all the way inside the man.

"Oh fuck! Fuck, that feels so good, Brian."

Brian laughed softly.

Then Justin pulled almost all the way out and repositioned his hips. When he thrust in again, he hit Brian's prostate, and Brian moaned loudly. Justin smiled and set a steady rhythm, hitting Brian's prostate on every thrust.

Much sooner than he would have liked, the boy felt that tell-tale tingling sensation that presaged an orgasm. He began thrusting much faster and fisting Brian's cock. The man came with a loud moan, and, when Justin felt Brian's ass clamp down on him in response, the boy's eyes widened. He moaned Brian's name and arched his back, thrusting himself inside Brian one last time (and more deeply) as he and started cumming. He rested his head on Brian's chest until he caught his breath and, then, pulled out and discarded the condom. Justin threw himself on the bed next to Brian and exclaimed, "Wow!"

Brian, still panting, nodded slowly, and breathed, "Wow, indeed!"

*****

The man and the boy were lying on the bed basking in the haze of many orgasms. Brian stroked Justin's back tenderly. Suddenly, he flinched and pulled the boy to a sitting position.

Angrily, he asked, "Justin, what's this?"

In confusion, the boy lifted his head and replied, "What?"

"You have a huge bruise on your back."

Justin looked down. "Oh. That."

"Yeah, that. Where did you get it?"

"Uh…My father and I got into a fight."

"About what?"

"Well, it started when we were talking about school. I graduated high school a year early. I've already been accepted at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts."

"Impressive."

Justin sighed. "My father didn't think so. He wanted me to attend Dartmouth and study business. He told me that he wouldn't pay for my tuition anywhere else. He would have been happy if I'd agreed to attend Dartmouth, but, now, not even that would please him."

"What do you mean?"

"He was looking through my sketchbook and found some drawings I'd done of naked men. When he confronted me, I admitted that I was gay. He was so angry that he threw me across the room. I caught the corner of my dresser. That's what the bruise is from. Then he told me to pack up and get out."

Justin's voice was steady, but tears were running down his cheeks. "He said he didn't want a faggot for a son and that he never wanted to see me again. That was this morning."

Brian took Justin into his arms and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. His eyes were black with rage, but you'd never know it by his tenderness toward the boy or the soothing words coming out of his mouth.

*****

The next morning, Justin awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. He yawned and stretched before sitting up. Brian, still naked, approached with two mugs and sat next to Justin on the bed. He handed one to the boy.

He glanced down and, then, looked directly into the boy's eyes. "Justin, I've been thinking…I know we don't know each other well, but you are obviously bright, and you seem to be a good person. I work at an advertising firm. I could very easily get you a job. It wouldn't be much, a position in the mail room most likely, but it'd pay much better than a job at a diner or whatever, and, you'd get a foot in the door. In a month or two, if you kept your ears open and absorbed as much as possible, you could apply for an entry-level position or an internship in the art department. I could even help you create an advertising portfolio. The experience you'd get at Ryder and the portfolio, coupled with your early graduation and the fact that the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts accepted you, would almost certainly land you one or the other position."

Justin was downright shocked by the man's offer. "Really? You'd do that for me?" The thought that a near stranger was being kinder to him than anyone else ever had, outside of Daphne, touched him so much that his eyes glistened.

Brian clenched a fist. He hated how insecure the boy was. He was bright, sweet, and gorgeous. He should exude confidence. "Yes. I can't help but sympathize with your situation. I did, after all, grow up with an abusive homophobic father. However, I'm not just doing this as a favor to you. I think you have great potential, and I'd be a fool not to help you develop it. One day soon, you could help me land lucrative accounts. Ryder's Art Department is filled to the brim with bozos. We definitely need new blood."

Justin was smiling brightly now. He laughed. "Okay. I accept. Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you."

Brian smiled. In a mock serious voice, he warned, "Be sure that you don't."

He was about to stand up, but thought better of it. "Oh…I think you should stay here with me, at least until the fall. The Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts isn't cheap, and your father probably makes too much for you to be eligible for financial aid. If you stayed here, you could save your pennies. Then after you started school, you could move out if you wanted to. But, of course, you wouldn't have to. Rent isn't cheap. It might be wiser to continue living here."

Justin was quickly falling for this mysterious man and was thrilled by his offer, but he couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice. He'd expected the man to toss him out after they were done fucking the night before, but, to his surprise, the man had ended up asking the boy about himself, comforting him, and, then, holding him until he fell asleep. "Wouldn't my living here be a bother?"

That was the million dollar question. Brian didn't do roommates or boyfriends. Shit, he normally didn't even do repeats. He liked his privacy and freedom. But…this boy was different somehow. He was certainly beautiful and an incredible fuck, but it was more than that. Brian wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something about the boy intrigued him and made him want to protect him, make him smile. The man was completely out of his element. He rarely brought tricks to the loft and never asked for names or numbers. But he wanted to learn everything about the boy and keep him around. Brian tried to tell himself that he simply felt sorry for the boy, but he didn't quite believe it.

"Mmm, I don't think so. I rarely bring tricks here anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a sacrifice to avoid doing so in the future."

He smirked. "That's what bathrooms and backrooms were made for. On top of that, you have fabulous bed etiquette. You didn't steal the covers, drool, or snore. I think I could handle sharing a bed with you."

Justin blushed, but answered softly, "Okay." Then he blushed even more deeply and continued, in a near whisper, "I think I could handle sharing a bed with you, too."

"Great! It's settled then. Do you want to celebrate the new arrangement by sucking each other off in the shower?"

Justin giggled. "Yeah."

*****

Over the next month, Justin and Brian fell into an easy routine. On weekdays, Justin would wake up early and cook breakfast. Brian would awaken to the smell of coffee brewing and Justin's mouth on his cock. They would share a shower, where Brian would reciprocate, and, then, fuck the boy hard against the shower wall. They would drink coffee, and Justin would eat like there was no tomorrow and distract Brian with gossip from work and updates on whatever he was currently painting or sketching while sneaking as many bites of his breakfast into Brian's mouth as he could. Then they would dress and drive to Ryder together. At noon, Brian would take Justin out to lunch, unless the man was up to his ears in work. On such days, Justin would order in and watch Brian work, helping when he could, all the while trying to get the man to eat a few bites of whatever he'd ordered for himself. Later, they'd head home. Justin would cook dinner while Brian changed and worked on the computer. They'd eat, and, afterward, Brian would head to Woody's for a drink with the gang and a blow job or a fuck while Justin drew or painted at the loft. Brian would return home, drag a sweaty and, often, paint-bespeckled Justin into the shower, and, then, spend the next couple hours fucking him. Bone weary, they'd fall asleep in each other's arms and start the whole routine again the next day.

Brian would go to Babylon with the gang on Fridays and Saturdays. Justin would join him once a week, and, on that day, Brian would mysteriously have no urge to trick. Instead, he'd dance with the very rhythmic boy until he was so turned on that a brisk wind could send him over the edge, and they'd return home and fuck like horny teenagers. Brian hadn't introduced Justin to the gang. He was breaking all of his rules with the boy and didn't care to hear his friends' snide remarks. He especially didn't want to introduce Justin to Michael. Michael was his best friend, and he'd had a crush on Brian for 15 years. Brian knew that he'd treat the boy cruelly. After all, he'd managed to circumvent all of Brian's defenses and carve himself a special place in the man's heart in a very short time. Brian had managed to keep Michael away from the loft, but, unfortunately, the few times Brian had taken Justin to Babylon did not go unnoticed.

On Saturdays and Sundays, Brian and Justin would lounge in bed for a couple of hours, kissing, sucking, and fucking and, then, have a leisurely breakfast while reading the paper. After they'd both showered, Justin would go to an art gallery or the park, the riverside, the dock, or the warehouse district to sketch, while Brian met the gang at the diner for lunch. Later, Brian would search Justin's haunts until he'd tracked the boy down, look at the paintings with which Justin was currently mesmerized or watch him sketch for a while, and, then, drag him home to fuck. At least once a week, Justin's friend Daphne would come for a visit. Brian almost always ended up watching the latter half of whatever movie they'd rented with them and even allowed Justin to feed him a few potato chips, though it was always after 7pm.

One day, the routine they had come to love was disrupted.

Cynthia came running into Brian's office and shouted somewhat breathlessly. "Something's wrong with Justin. He collapsed. I called an ambulance."

Brian was off in a flash. Moments later, he was holding Justin's head in his lap and stroking the boy's cheeks, anxiety etched on his face. He rode in the ambulance with Justin and stalked the waiting room like a panther after they arrived at the hospital, impatiently waiting for news.

******

Forty-five minutes later, the doctor pronounced, "Justin's pregnant."

Justin exclaimed, "What?" He shook his head roughly but then, a little more calmly, he asked, "Uh, how far along am I?"

"I'd need to perform an ultrasound to be sure, but I'd guess a month."

The doctor excused himself, and Justin observed Brian, who hadn't moved an inch or changed his expression in the slightest.

"I can't believe you're taking this so calmly!"

Brian appeared calm, though he was anything but. He wanted to be a father someday, but he'd never expected it to happen so soon. In addition, despite the fact that the man cared deeply for the boy, even though he didn't dare give this feeling a name, he wasn't exactly ready to be tied to the boy for life. The man knew that sharing a child didn't require them to live together or to be in a committed relationship, but, still, the child would connect them forever in some way. He didn't dare share his anxieties with Justin. The boy had already been cast aside by his family. Brian couldn't bring himself to do the same.

Brian, pretending not to understand, asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, in this situation, the average man, if he hadn't already run for his life, would have asked if he were really the father. He would probably have even demanded a paternity test."

Brian shot the boy his famed tongue-in-cheek expression and drawled, "There's nothing average about me."

Justin blushed, and Brian smiled at the boy smugly. "Plus, I don't need to ask. You haven't been with anyone else."

"How can you be so sure?" the boy asked in surprise, a little annoyed by Brian's presumption.

"Well, you rarely go out, and, when you do, I'm with you. On top of that, you haven't been getting any action at work, despite the many offers you've had."

Justin blushed. "How-how did you know about those?"

"Cynthia tells me everything, and she's taken great interest in you. I think she has a little crush."

"What? On me?"

"Well, you aren't exactly a troll, and, though young, you are very talented. I know for certain that she's been dying to model for you."

Justin perked up at that. Talk of art always relaxed him. "Well, for a woman, she's quite beautiful. I'd need to brainstorm a bit first, but I wouldn't mind using her for one of my paintings."

Brian laughed. The boy was so adorable when he shifted into artist mode.

A male nurse entered the room. "The doctor asked me to collect another blood sample."

Justin tensed up.

The nurse smiled at him warmly. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle. "

Then he tenderly stroked Justin's arm, searching for a vein. When Justin hissed (in response to the needle being inserted), the nurse caressed his cheek to distract him. Justin turned a lovely shade of pink.

Brian watched the nurse's ministrations and Justin's reaction silently, but he was becoming increasingly annoyed. Once Justin's blood had been drawn, Brian ushered the nurse out quickly, none too gently. Justin found Brian's obvious jealousy quite amusing.

Looking uncomfortable, Brian returned to Justin's side and said, "Look, Justin. For some reason, the idea of other men being inside you, or even touching you, while you're pregnant with my kid, our kid, bothers me, so, at least while you're pregnant, maybe we should try the monogamy thing."

Justin's eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?"

The man cleared his throat and looked down before continuing, "I mean, no trick is going to care about the little ray of sunshine you're carrying, and we wouldn't want him or her to suffer brain damage from the shockwaves of an especially hard fuck."

Justin chuckled. Brian was only concerned about their child's health. Yeah right.

"I know that you're going to be even hornier than normal. I mean, a pregnant young boy is probably the horniest being on the planet, and you already come close to tiring me out. Fortunately, you are a natural…Your cock-sucking skills are superlative, and your ass is divine. I could probably live quite happily on 'home fare' for a while…"

Justin replied, his words dripping with sarcasm, "You make me sound so attractive."

"It's not you; it's the monogamy. Even when I was young and stupid, I never wanted to be in a monogamous relationship."

Justin narrowed his eyes. "But you do now?"

"Well, I'm still not convinced that men, particularly queer men, were meant to be monogamous, but I'm willing to give it a shot. For now anyway. For our kid's well-being."

Justin hadn't known Brian long, but he was a quick study where the man was concerned. He knew that Brian needed to rationalize his very irrational jealousy and his out-of-character desire for monogamy. So Justin would indulge him, for the moment. He suppressed his urge to start singing, "You adore me. You so looovvvve me" and said simply "Fair enough."

Brian finally relaxed. "So when can I spring you?"

"Soon, I think. The doctor just wanted to run a couple more tests before I leave."