Under the Stars
Summary: Justin never went on the Liberty Ride with Brian, and he so wanted to make love under the stars. Camping can be fun, but a lot of work. Who is the more experienced camper and where could they go and still have the privacy they want?
Warning: I don't think I need to include any warnings… there is a reason this story is rated NC-18… wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean? I'm using my own knowledge and experience of camping for this story, but I didn't wax poetic about food, which I could have.
Disclaimer: Seriously? Do I need to put anything? Isn't it obvious? Would any of us be posting here if we owned the characters? NO! We would be making a QAF movie, right?
This is part of a Summer Challenge over on MW, and I thought I'd post it here to share. It's a stand-alone story. If it happens to fit in with one of my universes it would be purely coincidental. Part of this story was inspired by Jackie Mag's newest story: Moonrider, and it's dedicated to her as an early birthday present… Happy Birthday Diane! 3 U girl! The titles of each chapter were inspired by some of my favorite love songs (as corny as that may sound). I know I have other stories that need updating, and they will be updated soon, but I really wanted to share this story now. It will be completed soon.
Chapter 1 - Only You
It was a dark and stormy night…
Just kidding, it was a very quiet peaceful night at the loft. The streets were empty. The glow of the television and moon casting a cool blue light over the entwined bodies on the sofa. A Streetcar Named Desire was playing in front of the two sated bodies, who were recovering from their not so quiet reunion.
Justin had just arrived for his month off between his upcoming shows in New York and couldn't think of a better way to spend his time than with the man he loved. It was difficult to be apart, separated by hundreds of miles and even more commitments and projects, clients and agents. They both cherished the few moments they could spend together.
Brian trusted his employees enough to run Kinnetik successfully for a few weeks while Justin was back home. He refused to think back in town, because as long as Brian and Justin were together, he would always be home. Not that that feeling came easy or quickly. After Justin left the first time Brian was sure he'd never see Justin again. He was going to be a big fat fucking success and take the New York art world by storm. When Justin had finally gotten his own shithole of a place, found a decent paying job and found an agent willing to take a chance on him, he convinced his boss and agent for a couple days off and bused it back to the Pitts.
After Brian's initial surprise at finding the man he was going to marry and lost shortly after to the Big Apple at his door one night several months later, and after his disgust at Justin taking the bus to get there, he had no choice but to accept his Sunshine with open arms, literally. Following the incredible make-up sex on every available surface Justin had a hissy fit at Brian for not keeping in contact and demanded that Brian and he get Skype accounts to keep in contact. What really sold Brian was the promise of satisfying and visually stimulating phone sex at his beck and call.
Brian was still surprised that they somehow made this crazy long distance relationship work. Even more surprising than him being in a long distance relationship at all. He hadn't told Justin that the house was still his, but they did wear the rings. There was no ceremony or proclamations. They were already committed in every way that legally counted. Justin may have said he didn't need the rings or vows, but the sentimental little twat's beautiful blue eyes glistened with unshed tears and his face lit up the whole goddamned room when Brian silently pulled the box out of his nightstand and slid the ring on Justin's finger.
Over a year later and they still wore their rings. Their time apart wasn't easy, but Brian knew now that one day they wouldn't live in two different cities.
Justin was currently lounging between Brian's legs with Brian's arms wrapped around him, while Justin's head rested back against Brian's shoulder. There was a throw blanket just covering their lower bodies where Brian could just make out the soft bulge that was Justin's cock. He was definitely admiring the view after their nonstop fucking since Justin walked in the door several hours ago.
Justin was watching the TV while Brian was watching him. He was never much for TV anyway, and even with Brando on the screen, there was nothing that could compare to the vision between his legs. Brian was positive that if not for just having come who knows how many times, he would be very hard again.
Justin started chuckling at the screen. Curious as to what part of Streetcar could have been funny he looked over. After a moment of confusion Brian realized the movie had ended and now there was an infomercial.
"What's so funny?"
"Goarving."
"What?"
"Goarving."
"I heard you the first time, what are you saying?"
"See the commercial?"
Brian looks again and after a few seconds he sees the point of the ad: GoRVing. It clicks and he chuckles, too. Justin looks up at Brian smiling before looking back at the screen. He was never one to pass up an opportunity to admire Brian laughing or smiling.
"It's like that army commercial, where it looks like goarmy. It sounds funny."
"You're crazy, Sunshine."
"But you love me anyway."
Brian shakes his head at his crazy partner and smiles down at Justin. "That I do," is whispered back to Justin as they share a look and a contented sigh as Brian wraps his arms tighter around Justin and Justin snuggles back even further.
"Why would they have an infomercial about RVing? It can't be that popular."
"Popular or not, ads are all about convincing people to buy something they don't want, but making it sound like they can't live without it."
"But RV's and camping? How do you convince people to go on vacation in a cramped little motor-home to go sleep in the park on a tiny bed with crappy plumbing… and you have to do all the work yourself and be around a bunch of other people who are noisy, rude and probably have noisy, smelly pets."
"I take it you've never been camping, then."
"No thank you."
"Ever been in an RV?"
"No" he says with disdain.
"Not that I would pick an RV as vacation either, but they make them so huge and luxurious you'd almost be able to convince yourself you were in a penthouse suite."
"No way."
"Yes way, and you should see the gadgets and accommodations they come with."
"Have you been RVing?"
"No, but I had a client once who represented a pretty big company who custom designed coaches… that's what they're called," he explained at Justin's curious expression.
"Crazy… how about a Jacuzzi and big screen TV?"
"Yep."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. It's complete with top of the line king size bed and gourmet kitchen and bathroom. Granite countertops, stainless appliances and marble shower."
"Wow," he stopped and thought about for a while, thinking about what would still have to be done outside the RV every time you stopped, "still don't want to go."
"How about camping?"
"If I don't want to go camping in an RV, why would I want to stay in a cold tent with dirt and bugs and cooking outdoors, setting up the damn tent, cold showers, IF you can find a shower… *shudder* Uh-uh!"
"Tents aren't that bad and are easy to set up once you get used to them."
"I saw this movie once where they fight over the…"
"Justin."
Justin looks up at Brian to see him frowning at him. "If you've never been camping how could you possibly know whether it's easy or hard?"
Justin thinks about it, "you've been camping?" He just can't believe it. Mr. designer suits, spotless house, top of the line and expensive everything had been camping?
"You do realize that all the luxuries I have now I've had to work my ass off for."
"I know Brian, I just didn't think that… well…"
"My old man and the Warden were the family trip type?"
"Something like that." He didn't like reminding Brian of his childhood, and he certainly couldn't blame him. At least his parents had supported him through his life, well, until he was 17.
"That was actually one of my very few good memories. It was when I was 5 or 6, before he changed a lot, before he lost his job. Claire wasn't even a teen yet. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. Camping was the one thing we did as a family that we actually did as a family and did well. We even had one really big tent with a divider in the middle so it was like we had our own rooms. Claire and I got along pretty well for her being a few years older and a girl. There were dirt and bugs, but it was fun."
"You sound like you enjoyed it. Ever thought of camping again?"
"I've thought about it, but who was I gonna take? Camping by yourself is kind of pointless, and if you go somewhere other campers are it's painfully obvious you're alone. Its work, it takes time, you have to be prepared for anything, since you're outdoors and possibly not near a city or stores. It was fun when I was a kid, but as an adult with just some friends, if you go to the wrong place it wouldn't be fun."
"Well, I've never been camping, and I didn't want to, but if you want to, then I might like it. Although I think you're right about it having to be somewhere not that busy, or at least open to gay couples. I can't imagine there are gay campgrounds."
"You'd be surprised. Although I'm pretty sure campgrounds that advertises to gay couples probably turns into one giant orgy. Not that I would have been opposed to that years ago, but I don't need that anymore."
Justin grinned up at Brian at that comment. They had come such a long way to be where they were. They weren't done, but it was worth every sacrifice to have what they did, and knowing what they would have one day.
Brian had an idea that was forming, and it just might work. Brian had given up on the camping thing a long time ago, his life not exactly being conducive to camping, in any form. Now Brian had someone he wanted to share it with, to share his one happy childhood memory with the one person he knew would appreciate and cherish the memory. And if this worked out the way he wanted it to, then he could see a whole range of possibilities opening up as Gus got a little older. A real father and son trip; he was nervous and scared, but excited.
"You know we both have time off right now. I think I know the perfect place to camp, and I definitely know where to get all the supplies."
"Really?" Justin sounded doubtful.
"Sunshine, I work in advertising, you think I don't have connections to anything I need?"
Justin smiled at the double entendre that could be taken for. He was very secure in their relationship and no longer was worried. They weren't monogamous, which would have been painful and almost impossible with how they lived now, but Brian and he were always honest now. They didn't compare conquests or share all the stories. However some of their lengthier phone sex talks had them retelling a few more juicy stories and the more talented tricks. He also knew that Brian really could get anything he wanted, after all advertising was the currency of the world.
End Note: If there's any mistakes or false info in this story, it's all me. Hopefully you'll be enjoying the story too much to pay attention to anything more than Brian and Justin and their outdoor adventure. I don't need reviews, but they certainly make me happy. Thanks for reading. :)
