Sunday, August 7, 2005 – Justin moves to New York

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Brian's POV:

Six days. He's been gone six fucking days. It should be no big deal. Hell, when he went to L.A. we were separated for months. Why does it hurt so much now? Maybe because this time I know that I love him enough to marry him … be with him for the rest of my life. When he was in L.A. I wrote him off, thinking he'd never come back.

When he left this time I told him that it didn't matter when we'd see each other again, it was only time. I know we love each other and we'll always be in each other's lives. But, with Justin moving to New York I'm not sure how or where or … oh, fuck, I just don't know anything.

The only thing I've heard from him was an e-mail three days ago:

Brian,

I'm living with Daphne's friend Regina Parker in a room at her apartment in Chelsea. It's small but nice. I got a new cell phone number. It's 212-555-9843. I'll be looking for a job in the next few days. Hopefully, something will come up. It's kind of scary, being away from Pittsburgh, but I'm optimistic. Missing you terribly. All my love. Justin.

I have to let Justin make his own way in New York and prove himself as an artist. We discussed it and I won't be able to help him financially. I'm not even going to tell him what he should do or how to promote himself and his art. I know he'll only be happy if he does it all on his own.

But that doesn't mean that I can't call him and talk to him. I want him to know I care and I'm here for him.

Justin's POV

I don't know if I'll hear from Brian at all. One part of me says he'll call and visit often, but then there's a part of me that fears I might never hear from him again. He might want me to really prove myself, all alone, with no word from him. But, boy, just a phone call every now and then would be nice. I don't want things to really change between us. I still love him. I still want to see him when one of us can make the trip. I still want to have a physical relationship with him. I don't think I could ever just fade away, never seeing him again.

END POV

As if he was reading Justin's mind from across the miles, Brian decided to call.

Justin answered. "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Brian? Hi. How are you?"

"Fantastic. Getting ready to meet the guys at Woody's. I thought I'd check in. I know they'll be asking about you." That was Brian's way of making it seem like he wasn't just calling for himself.

Justin smiled. He was on to him. "Oh, OK. Well, things are going OK. I have a room at Regina's apartment. I'm applying for jobs all over the place. I'm looking at everything from art supply stores to waiting tables. I even applied as a cook at a Chinese restaurant."

"I don't think you'd pass for Chinese." Brian smirked.

"Probably not, but the kitchen is in the back. Doesn't matter what I look like."

Brian remembered Justin cooking at the loft wearing nothing but an apron, reaching for the spices in the top cabinet, his bubble butt hanging out. Brian started to get hard thinking about him. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Brian."

"I'm going to try to come out for a visit soon. Maybe in a couple of weeks. I have to make sure you're OK. Y'know, see for myself."

"Checking up on me?"

"Something like that. I'll get a room at that hotel where I found you when you ran off with my credit card." He paused in his own thoughts. "I remember that we enjoyed the bed there."

"… and then the shower and then the bed again."

"Mmmm, yeah." Now Brian was really hard. "Wanna do that again?" He had his hand in his pants, touching himself.

"I'll wear a white robe and then take it off for you … slowly." Justin's voice came over the phone with a low and sexy tone. He knew Brian and knew he could turn him on talking like that. He was up for a little phone sex.

"Oh, yeah. I can see you now. So beautiful. I'll kiss you and push you onto the bed." By now both men had their cocks out and were stroking themselves.

"Then I'll suck your gorgeous cock until you're even harder and dripping." Justin whispered.

"So good. I'll push you onto your back and lube your tight little ass."

"Oh, that's it. Make me ready for you. I want you."

"Then I'd climb between your legs and ram into you… over and over again."

"Mmmm. Yes."

"So perfect. I can feel you wrapped around me. I'm fucking you so hard."

"Do it. That's it. I want all of you inside me."

"All the way Sunshine… as deep as I can go… pounding your ass."

"Yeah. That feels… so good. Just like that."

"I'm going faster and deeper and harder. Can you feel me?"

"Yessss. Mmmm."

"Are you hot? I'm so hard and ready for you."

"Yes. I'm going to … I, oh, yeah. Fuck me."

"You wanna come?" Brian asked.

"So ready, I'm gonna … unnhhhhh!"

"Come for me now, Justin."

"Aaaahh, Brian! Yes!" With that Justin came all over his hand and stomach.

"Aaaahhnngh!" Brian was right after him, moaning into the phone.

There were a few moments when they recovered and their breathing got back to normal.

Brian spoke first. "That's not what I was planning when I called, but…"

"Man that was fantastic. I needed that. You always turn me on."

"We'll have to replay that scene in person when I visit. 'Couple of weeks, OK?"

"OK. Can you phone like this again, though, before then?"

"Plan on it." Brian sighed and took a second. "I love you, Justin."

"I love you, too, Brian."

"Take care of yourself."

"You, too. Later."

"Later."

Saturday morning, August 27, 2005

Two weeks later, Brian flew out for a weekend visit. He got a room at the same hotel that Justin escaped to just weeks after they'd first met. Brian checked into the room and ordered room service for brunch. He was expecting Justin soon. He'd missed his young partner. He'd often wondered if he could call him that, partner … maybe lover … hopefully so because he wants to be Justin's partner and lover. But fiancé wasn't right; they weren't engaged any longer.

There was a knock at the door and Brian's heart jumped. He opened the door to the waiter with the room service order. He brought the food in on a rolling cart and Brian tipped him. The man smiled and nodded as he left. Justin was just coming up to the door and he turned to let the waiter pass.

Justin was smiling. "I'm already catching you with another man in your room?"

"You got me. He was fantastic, by the way."

Justin threw his arms around Brian. They kissed and held each other close. Justin pulled back, smiled, and then looked around the room. "This looks just like the room I got five years ago."

"This time I won't bill you for it."

"Gee, thanks."

They both smirked. Brian motioned toward the tray that had been delivered. "Brunch is served. Shall we?"

"You know I never say no to food."

They talked while they ate the extensive brunch with pancakes, fruit, bacon, coffee and juice. Justin told Brian that he got a job working as a waiter at a local diner-type restaurant. When they were done eating, Brian put the tray into the hallway. Soon after he returned to the room, Justin emerged from the washroom wearing one of the hotel's white robes.

Brian smiled. "Ah, yes. The white robe. Very stylish." He paused and held Justin's face with his hand. "You're just as beautiful today as you were then."

"And you're just as hot." They kissed. Brian unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Justin asked, "Need help?"

"Mmmm, yes."

And so began a replay of their encounter at the hotel five years before. The robe and any other clothing were soon on the floor and Brian was on top of Justin on the bed's white sheets fucking him into the mattress. Then, as before, they showered and returned to the bed for more … well, this time at least … lovemaking.

Fall 2005

Brian went to New York in mid-September for a weekend visit, and then was there again for a week the 2nd week in October. He'd been drumming up business from some NYC clients, which turned out to be very lucrative for Kinnetik. Ted had even agreed with Brian that it'd be OK for him to get a small apartment in the Big Apple, so Brian could have a 'base' when he visited there. Kinnetik would cover half of the rent as a business expense. The hotel would be too costly if Brian was staying in NYC for about one week a month, which was his plan. Justin's apartment was just barely big enough for Regina and Justin. Brian wouldn't be comfortable living there. Brian signed a 1 year lease on a 1 bedroom near Madison Avenue. The place had enough room for the king sized bed that Brian insisted on and a few pieces of furniture. The cost per month was offset by the many thousands of dollars of business that Brian was getting for Kinnetik.

Justin enjoyed helping Brian getting it set up and, of course, stayed with Brian while he was in town. But, Justin kept the apartment with Regina because it was close to his waiter job and the galleries with which he was always in contact. He was feeling more and more comfortable in New York. He'd mastered subway routes and general navigation pretty well. He liked his job and the art was starting to take off. He really did consider it his new home.