Sunday, January 15, 2006

Justin was still upset from the day before, but he couldn't deny that he still loved Brian. He was wondering for the hundredth time that day what Brian's next move would be, when the ad exec breezed into the gallery wearing his best dark jeans and a leather jacket. He had a shopping bag with him.

Brian smiled. "Hey."

"Hey. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to talk to you. I have something for you."

"Let's go into the office."

They walked into the office and Justin closed the door. He had his arms folded across his chest. "What?"

Brian handed him a small photo album. "I downloaded photos from my phone and printed them. It includes a bunch of the stuff that you and I have done in the last six months. Oh, and this is for you." He reached into the bag and pulled out a small bouquet of six roses. He wasn't ever the flowers kind of guy before, but this was Justin. Plus, these weren't your normal hetero 'I'm sorry' flowers. They were six different colors to appeal to Justin's inner artist.

"They're beautiful, Brian. Thank you."

Brian smiled tentatively. "One rose for every month we've been together." He opened the album. "Here's a print from that beer campaign that you helped me with when we met. Here we are at the Diner in Pittsburgh. Oh, I like this one, posing with that goofy waiter from Fortunato's. Anyway, I just wanted you to have something …" His voice trailed off and he shrugged a shoulder.

"What? Something to remember you by? Brian, it's not over. I was just pissed, OK? But, I've been thinking about it. I can't expect you to stop your wicked ways. We don't live together. I can't …"

"I want that to change."

"What to change?"

"I want you to move in with me. Live at the condo with me." He held Justin's hands. "I've been thinking about it and I think it's time. If you're living with me, maybe I won't fuck up … or at least not as much. I won't bring anyone back to the condo again. I know I only want you from now on in our bed."

"Our bed?"

"That's what it'll be from now on. If you'll say yes." He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts and then opened them before he spoke again. "It's not like we're married. It's not like your parents. We'll have our own lives, jobs, and friends. But at the end of the day I want to come home to you."

Justin's blue eyes scanned Brian's face for sincerity and could see it in the hazel eyes looking hopefully at him. He'd never spoken to him like this before and was surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

"I would love to live with you."

They kissed and hugged. Brian was relieved that his young lover was back in his arms, and his life, again. Justin was surprised that Brian wanted to share his life and his private space with him.

Brian said, "Bring some things to the condo tonight and in the next few days we can move the rest of it. OK?"

"OK."

"I have to take a client to a Yankee's game. So, I'll see you later? I'll be home …" He smiled. "I'll be home around six."

Justin smiled, too, at the use of the word home. "I'll try to be there around then, too, but it might be closer to seven."

"I'll have dinner and we can celebrate."

"No other guys?"

Brian shook his head and gave a rueful grin. "No, no other guys. I'm trying to cut back, remember?"

Justin smiled and nodded. "See you later, then."

Brian kissed Justin tenderly. "Later."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BJ

At a quarter 'til seven, Brian was at the condo setting the table when he heard a knock at the door, followed by a key in the lock. Justin appeared in the doorway with a duffel bag, suitcase, and the roses Brian had given him earlier.

"Hey, come in. Let me help you with that stuff."

"Thanks."

They set the bags in the entryway. Brian reached to Justin for a hug and they kissed. "Welcome home."

"It's good to be here. Mmmm, something smells good. What's for dinner?"

"I bought a heat and eat lasagna from the local Italian deli."

"Well, we'd better eat fast if you're going to get all of your carbs out of the way. Isn't that your rule? 'No carbs after seven'?"

Brian smiled. This guy knows me well. "Usually that's the rule. It seems that I'm breaking more than one rule for you, Justin." They kissed. "Tell ya what, get the lasagna out of the oven and I'll put your bags in the bedroom, OK?"

"Sure."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BJ

Less than an hour later, dinner was finished and the dishes were done. Brian was finding that sharing this domestic scene with Justin was not at all unpleasant. Maybe I can do this.

They proceeded to the bedroom and stripped, then stepped into the shower. Brian finished up first and toweled off. While Justin was completing his shower, Brian prepared the bedroom for a romantic scene. As Justin entered the bedroom he was overcome with what he saw. His lover had lit dozens of candles all over the room, which flickered with a warm glow. Justin's six roses were in a vase on his side of the bed and two glasses of wine were poured. Brian was in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a smile.

"This is beautiful, Brian. You are unbelievable. I didn't think you knew romance until today."

"Oh, I knew how to do it, I just chose not to. But, today is a special occasion." Justin crawled into the bed and they clinked their glasses of wine together. "To starting the New Year together and wondrous days ahead."

"To days ahead." They sipped and then set their glasses down.

Justin leaned in to kiss Brian's sweet lips. God, how he loved that amazingly soft and sweet mouth. And the things that mouth could do to Justin's body.

Brian wanted nothing more than to pull Justin to him fast, flip him over and pound into that sweet, tight ass, but this wasn't that kind of night. Tonight was for … dare he think it … for making love. Just like the blond had asked of him their first night together in this bed. 'Make love to me' he'd said, and Brian could never forget. He wanted to show Justin what he meant to him; more than any trick had ever meant. Justin was no trick, never had been.

Brian reached over to caress Justin's cheek, and leaned in to kiss him even harder. What was it about kissing Justin? Those raspberry lips were absolutely delectable and he couldn't get enough of them. At this moment, he didn't think he'd ever get enough of them. Maybe if I have Justin to come home to every night I won't have the energy for, or even want, anyone else.

Justin moaned into the softest, sweetest kiss Brian had ever given to him. He could somehow read exactly what Brian wanted to say, but couldn't. They gasped into each other's mouths as Brian laid back and Justin laid on top of him. They were grinding their hips together, not hard, but enough to relieve the pressure of their cocks rubbing together.

Brian couldn't help but get lost in the sensations of Justin's tongue, lips, hands and cock. They were chest to chest and groin to groin. Unknowingly or without thinking, Brian's legs spread to accommodate the sexy blond on top of him, unaware of the signal that might send.

Justin broke the kiss and smiled as he licked Brian's ear. "Are you telling me that you want me to top?" It was beyond what he thought Brian was ready for, but, from their position it seemed it might be so.

Brian's body stiffened as he realized their position and how his lover could have misunderstood. He flashed back to the night before when Rick (Dick?) tried to force himself on him. He knew this question from Justin was not the same as that, not by a long shot. But it was still topping and Brian just couldn't.

Justin saw the look in Brian's eyes, and realized that he'd misinterpreted what was happening. "It's OK, Brian, if you don't want to."

How to address this and not sound rude or hurting Justin's feelings? "It's not that… I mean…" He sighed. "I'm not ready for that right now."

Justin could see how hard this was for Brian; he could read his emotions in his eyes. It wasn't about trust and it certainly wasn't about Justin. This was Brian dealing with giving up control. Justin smiled his soft and sweet 'I love you' smile. "Brian. It's OK." He said gently, while cupping his lover's face in his hands. Brian closed his eyes. Justin brought Brian's face back to his, and waited patiently till he opened his eyes.

Brian was having a hard time, thinking that he'd somehow disappointed Justin. Great way to fuck up, yet again, Kinney. As he opened his eyes to look at Justin he saw the pure love and devotion in those brilliantly deep blue eyes staring back at him, accompanied by his patented smile. "Sunshine." He didn't know why Justin suddenly smiled his brilliant Sunshine smile until it dawned on him that he had said Sunshine out loud.

Justin didn't need Brian to bottom for him to know that the brunet loved him. He rolled them so that Brian was on top and spread his legs and completely wrapped them around him as tight as possible. He lowered his eyelids a bit, calmed his smile, moved one hand to Brian's lower back and in the sexiest voice he could, said, "I believe you were about to fuck me into the mattress, weren't you Mr. Kinney?" knowing how Brian was immediately turned on the moment that he used the formal title.

Sure enough, Brian's cock responded, as well as his libido, to that. Not only to Justin saying 'fuck me' but also to his use of Mr. Kinney. It always made him so fucking hard when Justin said that.

Little fucker, he knows just what to say and how to say it to make me forget everything.

"You're almost correct Mr. Taylor," he stated, using his sexiest voice, knowing its power, especially over this particular man.

Justin moaned at that name, and that tone of voice, before responding, a little more breathlessly than he thought possible, "Almost?"

"I don't believe … I know I was just about to make love to you." Justin gasped at that, and couldn't help the tear that slid down his cheek. It might not have been a declaration, nor what he was more than willing to say. But for this I-don't-believe-in-love-I-believe-in-fucking man to use the word love in reference to sex, said more to Justin than anything else Brian could have done or said.

"Please," Justin said even more breathless, and maybe a little desperate. He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he repeated what Brian said, "Please make love to me."

Brian reached over for the lube and condom. Justin grabbed the condom as soon as Brian opened it and leaned up a little to put it on Brian, causing him to moan at Justin's smaller, warm hands on his cock. Brian lubed up two fingers and slowly worked Justin open, stretching him carefully and gently. He reveled in the looks of delicious pleasure on Justin's face and absorbed the gasps and moans that Justin was making. As soon as he felt Justin was prepared he slowly eased his fingers out and slid his cock in just as gently.

Both men moaned at Brian entering Justin. Brian always marveled at how tight Justin's ass was, every fucking time. Justin was amazed that every time Brian was inside him he had never felt so connected, so turned-on. They shared heated looks, and even hotter kisses. Brian took his time, slowly sliding in and pulling out. Slowly in and out – the action was repeated over and over again. He was carefully, but purposely, grazing across Justin's prostate each time he moved. Both men were completely taken with the other and were amazed at how much the other man meant to him. This heated and primal act could be so slow and torturous, amazing and wonderful, hot and sensual, erotic and beautiful... absolute perfection.

They both felt their orgasm approaching, and approaching fast. No matter how slow they wanted to take it, they couldn't help but speed up. Brian started moving faster and faster, encouraged and even more aroused as Justin began panting 'harder, faster'. He was unable to hold back his own moans, not that it mattered, they were drowned out by Justin's moaning and almost chanting of Brian's name every time his prostate was rammed.

Brian grabbed Justin's cock and began jacking him off at the speed of his fucking. With that they came, together, both shouting in ecstasy. Justin came all over his chest and Brian's hand, and Brian filled the condom so full he thought it might overflow.

Fuck, if that's the kind of orgasm that I can have every night… I definitely don't need anyone else.

And that thought was proven a few times throughout the night. Each time they started slow, with slow kisses, tender touches, and gentle caresses, ending in hard, fast, deep pounding, hot and messy.

After the third time of explosive climaxes, both men practically passed out in exhaustion. They were both completely, absolutely and brilliantly sated. They didn't care about the candles that had long since burned out. They were certainly looking forward to waking up together. They knew that, even when the weekend was over, there wouldn't be any separations or nights away from the other.

As Brian pulled a drag off of his post sex cigarette, he felt he needed to explain something to his new roommate and bedmate. "I want to explain something to you. About earlier. It's just that I don't bottom for anyone. The last time I did – I was with this group of guys at a party and we'd all had too much to drink. I lost control of the situation and …"

Justin put his finger over Brian's mouth. "You don't have to explain."

Brian put out his cigarette and looked intently at his lover. "Maybe, someday, I won't feel so …"

"Out of control?

"Yeah, I guess."

"Think of it this way, Brian. It would be a way for me to share with you all of the wonderful sensations that you can only have when you're a bottom. And, in turn, I can enjoy the feelings I know I can experience in being a top. It's about sharing … and trust."

"I trust you. You know that."

"I do know that, but I meant trusting yourself as well. Maybe we can do it in the future, when you're ready. But it doesn't bother me at all just being your bottom boy." Justin said with a smirk. He wanted Brian to feel okay about the whole thing, and know that he was okay with whatever he wanted, or didn't want, in bed.

Brian smiled and kissed Justin. "I'm quite happy with you being my bottom boy. And you are the only man I trust, so, yes, someday." Brian lay on his back and smiled, glad that they'd worked this out.

Justin smiled, and then got an idea. He may understand Brian's need for control and topping, but that didn't mean that Justin couldn't speed the process up a bit. Justin started talking, like he was thinking to himself, but hoping it had the right reaction on Brian. He leaned closer to Brian's ear and huskily started to speak. "I'll wait as long as necessary, because it'll be so worth it. I know just how I'll start, too. I'll rim you for an hour, tongue fucking you until you can't stand it, moving my tongue in and out, knowing your ass will taste as good as your cock. Then I'll slide my strong fingers into you one at a time, stretching your tight hole to make you ready for me."

He could definitely tell he was getting to Brian. He leaned even closer and practically growled, thoroughly turning himself on by his description, and the thought of doing just what he was saying.

"I'll curl my lubed fingers around until they graze your prostate, while I suck your cock until your sweet pre-cum moistens my lips. As I kiss you with my sweetened lips, I'll bring your knees up enough to be able to see your sensitive puckered opening. As my fingers pull out I'll slowly work my cock inside you. Little by little I'll inch forward until I'm firmly embedded inside you. Then the fun begins. I'll ram you and slam my body into yours until my balls are slapping against your ass. Over and over again the heat will increase … the rhythm will increase until neither of us can stand it anymore. Your sweet cum will shoot over your chest and I'll lick it up with my tongue. As I kiss you with your cum on my tongue, I'll keep fucking you until I shoot into you, yelling out my orgasm. It'll be so … fucking … good."

While Justin had been describing the scene, Brian was getting hard and touching himself. Justin's hand was rubbing the crack of Brian's ass – never penetrating – but stimulating. By the time Justin got to the end, Brian lost it and came – shooting sweet white cum on his chest.

Justin smiled at the fact that just a little stimulation and his own sexy words were enough to get Brian off.

Brian, still breathing heavy, looked at his blond lover. "So, maybe sooner than you think."

They laughed, cleaned up a bit, and then snuggled into each other's arms and went to sleep. Neither pointing out that that was fucking hot.