Gus finally gets some private time with Justin, but will it turn out to be an inspiration or a bust? And Brian has to take drastic action when his plans with Justin don't turn out quite the way he envisioned.


Justin glanced over at the vehicle's digital clock to verify that Gus had been driving for an hour now, and it didn't look like he was planning on stopping anytime soon. Where in the hell were they going? The CD he had been playing was about to cycle back to start all over again when suddenly Gus made a sharp left turn onto an unmarked, dirt road that seemed to lead straight into a large forest deeply dotted with tall, evergreen trees and gently rolling land. A wooden sign located near the front of the road was the only indication of where they were and it served to verify his suspicions: Allegheny National Forest.

Concerned that his dinner later with Brian would be affected and unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Justin told his friend, "Gus...You've got to tell me where we're going."

Infuriatingly, Gus merely grinned as he glanced over at Justin, noticing the look of confusion on his face as he reminded, him, "I told you! It's a surprise. Trust me, you're going to love it," he reassured him.

Justin looked down at the cellphone he was cradling in his lap, wondering what he should do. Whatever Gus had planned, it was clear this was going to be time consuming. Hell, it would take over an hour just to get back into town! Should he just call Brian and cancel; maybe ask him to go out tomorrow night, instead? He had really been looking forward to seeing Brian again. He had played it cool last night, deciding that Brian needed to come to him, and it had worked. But now what? Was it all going to be for nothing?

He stole a glance over at his handsome companion. Maybe he should just tell Gus to take him back to the Pitts. He knew Gus would be disappointed, and he would feel bad about breaking his promise to him, but he hadn't told him in advance about his plans, and it was obvious whatever he had in mind wasn't going to be a quick event. Perhaps that WOULD be best. It wasn't his fault.

Just as he had made up his mind to do just that and was about to say something, however, Gus turned into a small, gravel parking lot located just off the main dirt road and parked the car. Justin's mouth dropped open in surprise, and his idea was quickly forgotten as he spotted three ATVs standing near the entrance to what looked like a wide dirt trail leading deeper into the woods; a man holding three helmets in his hands appeared to be waiting for them as he stood next to the vehicles expectantly.

"Surprise!" Gus called out excitedly as he turned off the motor and smiled over at Justin in triumph.

Justin's heart began to beat faster as he looked out the passenger-side window and admired the shiny, bad-ass vehicles that seemed to be beckoning him. "What's going on?" he asked as he stared over at them, thinking he already knew but wanting to be sure. He had always wanted to try one of those out. Was he about to get the chance?

"I arranged a trip for us," Gus told him proudly as Justin turned to look at him, thrilled at the wondrous look on the blond's face. "I saw how much you enjoyed riding your bike and I thought this would be a lot of fun!"

Justin struggled internally with what to do as he pointed out, "But this is going to take a lot of time, isn't it?"

Gus's look of excitement faltered a little as he explained, "Well, I have it all arranged...And since we're already here..." Please, Justin, he pleaded silently.

Shit. Justin didn't know what to do. He had promised Gus that he would do something with him, and as he reminded him, they had already driven an hour to get here. He twisted around to eye the shiny vehicles parked so invitingly nearby before he sighed softly. There really was only one thing he could do.

He nodded. "Okay. But give me a minute to call and cancel my plans for tonight," he told him as he punched in Brian's cell number.

Gus could hardly contain himself; he was so excited! It had worked! He was a genius! The other guy didn't stand a chance now; he was sure of it.

Trying to sound as nonchalant as possible and forcing himself to keep a broad smile off his face, he nodded. "Yeah, maybe you should." Inside, however, his heart was doing somersaults of victory.

Justin nodded as he reached to open the car door and step out for a little privacy; Gus followed him, standing on the other side of the car but well within earshot as Justin punched in a number and held the phone up to his ear. Gus turned his head away so he would not appear to be eavesdropping, but he held his breath and stood stock still to hear every word of Justin's one-sided conversation with the other guy he viewed as his competition.

"Hey, it's me," he heard Justin say softly. "Uh, listen, something came up unexpectedly. Can we reschedule to tomorrow night?"

Gus stole a glance to observe Justin's expression; he noticed his face break out into what appeared to be a relieved smile just then as he heard him reply, "Oh, great! Thanks! And again, I'm sorry." He heard Justin laugh then as he told the other guy, "Yeah, I'll make it up to you, all right. Bye."

Gus had felt good about what he had accomplished until he heard Justin make that last remark, and his blood suddenly began to boil. Justin should be HIS and no one else's! Not wanting to even try and decipher what Justin had meant by that parting comment, though, he forced himself to remain calm as Justin concluded the call. He felt a little better after he reminded himself that this wasn't going to be a sprint; it was going to be a marathon, and he had every intention of coming out the winner when it was over.

He forced a smile on his face as Justin walked over and stood next to him. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Justin replied, trying to hide his disappointment. After all, Gus didn't realize what he had interrupted and how much it had meant to him. He DID hate like hell to have to postpone his date with Brian, but on the other hand, he thought, as he and Gus proceeded to walk toward the ATVs, he was excited at the thought of getting to take control of such an impressive, off-road machine.

A few minutes later after some preliminary instructions from the other man and the donning of protective helmets, Justin climbed aboard the ATV and started it up, feeling an exhilarating rush of adrenaline shoot through him as he gunned the motor and grinned over at Gus like a kid at Christmastime.

Gus was ecstatic. It was just as he had figured. He could tell that Justin was thrilled to get a chance to ride the ATV; and every time he thought of this experience from now on, he would think of HIM. It was a win-win situation for both of them, he decided, as the instructor slowly pushed on the gas pedal and began to lead them onto the dirt trail leading into a deeper part of the forest. Gus enjoyed the view behind Justin as the other boy closely followed the instructor, deftly operating the vehicle as if he had born astride one. Gus silently congratulated himself as Justin twisted around briefly and gave him a quick 'thumbs up' sign; yes, this was definitely the best idea he had ever had! Soon, both of them were having the time of their lives as they gunned the motor and enjoyed the twists and turns of the trail, feeling like they were on the best roller coaster of their lives.

"Woo hoo!" Justin shouted out as they hit a small hill several minutes later and his vehicle lifted off the ground briefly, only to come bouncing back down. Gus followed along right behind him, his heart beating in excitement and his stomach leaping into his throat as he left the ground and then came crashing back down onto solid earth. Yes! He couldn't help crowing silently to himself. Gus, one; the other guy, zip...


Same Time...

Brian sat at his desk in his spacious office suite, idly twirling a Montblanc pen in his hand as he tried to analyze what had just happened. He had finally worked up enough courage to actually ask Justin out on a fucking date, and what had happened? He had been stood up! Well, to be fair, not exactly stood up. Justin had called to cancel and he had sounded disappointed, but so was he. He hadn't realized until just now how much he had been looking forward to seeing Justin again until he had called him to tell him that 'something had come up.' What the hell did that mean?

His eyes narrowed. He had only been teasing earlier when he has asked Justin if he had another date with someone and Justin had reassured him at the time that it was 'just a friend' he was meeting. Was it more than that, however? Had Justin just been saying that to reassure him? He supposed that he COULD have some male friends that he just hung out with, but look at the guy! How could anyone be near him for any length of time and not want to fuck the living daylights out of him? With that ass and that beautiful body? And that smile; God, he had never seen a more radiant smile on anyone; he could practically light up the entire room with it.

For the first time, and to his utter astonishment, Brian began to contemplate what it must feel like to be monogamous with someone, because just the thought that someone else was with Justin and, and...Touching him made his skin crawl and practically made him sick. Yes, he almost felt ill at the notion. Was that why Justin had blown him off? So someone else could blow HIM off? He clenched the pen in his hand so tightly over the idea that if it had been a pencil it would have promptly broken in two.

Well, he firmly decided, he wasn't going to stand for it. He was Brian Kinney; he always got what - and who - he wanted. And right now he wanted Justin. Deciding to call Justin again and straighten him out, he was dismayed when he tried to reach him and was unable to. There was not only no answer, but it just rang and rang for some reason and didn't even go into voicemail so he could leave a message. He slammed his cellphone down on the desk in disgust.

What the fuck? Why would Justin be unavailable to take a call after he had just talked to him a few minutes ago? Well, there was ONE possible reason, but he refused to think about it. No. Enough guessing games. Leaning back in his chair, he contemplated his next move, just like he would any client before an important meeting. "Well, if you want a war, Sunshine, you've got one," he finally decided. There was no way he was going to come out the loser in this battle. Justin was his, and it was time to let him know that.

His smiled smugly as he hastened to put an idea he had into motion. Reaching over to retrieve his cellphone, he quickly punched in a text to his son:

Gus, I have an important meeting tonight, so I'll be home late. Feel free to have Kayla sleep over, but don't eat too much shit! Love you, Dad.

"You can run, but you can't hide," he murmured as, satisfied, he returned briefly to his open laptop to try and actually get some work done for a change, but his mind was never far from the plan he had already begun to put into action.


Later that Evening...

The drive home from Gus and Justin's excursion was a much more animated one than the drive before; Justin couldn't erase the smile from his face as he and Gus talked about their experience.

As Justin raved about how amazing it had felt to be out there with all that power under his control, Gus grinned back at him. Just as he had hoped, the afternoon had been awesome! He could tell that Justin had thoroughly enjoyed himself, and once more he congratulated himself on his ingenuity. They were both exhausted but happy as Gus pulled into the school's parking lot next to Justin's bike; the bright glare from the security lamp directly above placed the lonely-looking bike in a sort of prominent spotlight as Gus put his Jeep into park and gazed over at his companion. Not that they were back, he was dreading having to say goodbye. He looked into Justin's eyes that were reflected in the artificial light, and Gus's breath caught in his throat at the sight of how beautiful this boy was.

"Well, I had a wonderful time, Gus," Justin told him sincerely as he smiled over at him. "That was amazing! Thank you for taking me."

Gus nodded; suddenly feeling shy and unsure of himself now that they were back home and their 'date' was ending. Being so close to Justin was both exhilarating as well as unsettling. "I'm glad you could come," he told him softly as Justin nodded.

Gus couldn't help staring at Justin's mouth; God, he wanted to taste those lips so badly! Thinking back to what his father had told him earlier to believe in himself, he took a deep breath. It was now or never. He was about to lean in to steal a much-anticipated kiss when, all of a sudden, Justin beat him to the punch.

Gus's face felt like it was on fire as Justin reached over and placed his hands on either side of his face. His heart skipped a beat as Justin smiled softly at him before leaning in to kiss him - on the cheek.

He watched as Justin pulled back and whispered, "Thank you again for such an incredible time, Gus. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

Before he knew it, Justin had turned and quickly exited the vehicle, firmly but quietly closing the door behind him. Gus watched as Justin donned his helmet and hopped onto his bike. A few seconds later, the bike roared to life and, with a short wave, he disappeared into the inky darkness.

Gus let out a weighted breath. It hadn't been the kiss he had been dreaming of, but it was a start. Smiling goofily, he started up the Jeep and pulled out of the lot to head back to the loft to meet up with Kayla, hardly able to control his elation. He couldn't wait to tell her what had happened!


Reaching his apartment a few minutes later, Justin pulled off his jacket and draped it over the battered, wooden desk chair by the front door, tossing his keys down onto the small kitchen table nearby. He smiled. Despite his initial disappointment over not being able to have dinner with Brian tonight, he would see him tomorrow. And he had wound up having a blast! His idea of what it would be like to take control of an ATV hadn't lived up to the reality; it had been even better! He reminded himself to thank Gus again tomorrow for the idea when he saw him at school.

He applauded his idea earlier to make the first move when he and Gus had said goodbye; he could tell by the look on the other boy's face that he was wishing for things to progress further between them, so he felt it had been best to head that off at the pass right away. He had been nothing but honest with Gus about wanting to only be friends with him; he was sweet and thoughtful, as well as very cute, but he was no Brian Kinney. Perhaps in another time and place, things might have been different. But that was impossible now. Something told him, however, that he would have to tread carefully around Gus and remind him constantly that their relationship could never proceed beyond being more than just friends.

He had definitely had fun, though, he decided, as he walked into the rather cramped bathroom and caught his first glimpse of himself in the mirror. He laughed at his startling appearance. Despite having worn a helmet on his head, he had a fine layer of dirt all over his face like some shoddy imitation of the Pillsbury Doughboy; with the goggles he had been wearing to keep dust out of his eyes, he looked like he had raccoon eyes. For a moment, he wondered how Gus had even been able to keep a straight face in the car when they had said goodbye; he couldn't understand, either, how Gus had managed to avoid looking the same way. Apparently riding last in the group had its advantages, he decided, as he thanked his lucky stars for taking off his jacket in the car before they had gotten out to ride. If he hadn't, one of his most prized possessions probably would have been ruined.

"Ugh," he muttered as he reached to turn the water on in the shower stall and began to peel off his dirty, dusty clothes. A few minutes later, he was just getting ready to step under the now-warm water when he thought he heard someone banging on the front door. "What the fuck?" he muttered as he wondered who would be at his door at this late hour. He contemplated simply ignoring it as he stood there by the shower, shivering slightly in the cool air, but when the banging started up again a minute later, he sighed heavily.

"Okay, Okay!" he grumbled out perturbed, even though he figured with the door shut and the water running whoever it was probably couldn't hear him. "I'm coming, damn it!" Grabbing a dark-blue towel from the rack, he hurriedly wrapped it around his slender waist and walked out of the bathroom to answer the door. "Hold on a minute!" he shouted as the knocking resumed. "What the fuck is your problem?" he groused as he walked over and, sliding back the deadbolt, flung the door open in irritation, prepared to give his unwelcome visitor a piece of his mind.

His intention quickly died on his lips, however, as he discovered who his visitor was. His heart leapt as Brian stood there, his arm bracing his body against the door jamb as he smirked sexily back at him. The black, satin, long-sleeved dress shirt he was wearing masterfully accentuated every muscular angle of his torso. Justin's eyes roamed downward to take in the custom fitted, charcoal gray dress pants and expensive, leather shoes before traveling back up to note the decided bulge in the crotch area. His face broke out into a sly smile as he met Brian's eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Brian didn't say a word as he swaggered inside Justin's apartment and closed the door behind him. Stepping closer to Justin, he peered down into his face to notice a fine sheen of dirt covering the pale skin. Raising one, elegantly manicured eyebrow in curiosity, he brought his index finger up to lightly sweep the pad across his dusty cheek, noticing Justin shivering at the intimate contact as his blue eyes bored into his.

We'll see if anyone else touches you again, he vowed as he heard the distinctive sound of water running. Perfect. His voice hoarse and demanding, he growled out low and deep, "It's time for your shower, you dirty, dirty boy," before he abruptly pulled at the towel and flung it down onto the floor. Scooping the lighter frame up in his arms, he possessively threw him over his shoulder to carry him, fireman style, toward the bathroom.

Justin had a magnificent view of Brian's linen-clad ass as he was forcibly transported toward his small bathroom, wondering what in the hell had happened to make Brian show up at his place unannounced.

Brian deposited him handily inside the shower stall a couple minutes later, the warm water sluicing over his body and removing the dirt as he watched through the glass, enraptured, while Brian quickly rid himself of his own clothes and discarded them onto the white, tiled floor. His heart began to pound as Brian stepped inside and closed the glass shower door.

"Don't," he heard Brian demand as he attempted to turn around to face him; a few seconds later, he closed his eyes at the sensation of Brian's arms sliding around his wet body to pull him flush against his own. He could immediately feel Brian's hard-on pressing against his butt cheeks, but barely had time to register the sensation before there was a sharp sting as Brian bit down hard on his lower earlobe. He yelped at the slight pain.

"You've been a bad boy," Brian explained huskily in Justin's ear as Justin shivered at the commanding tone of voice.

"I thought you liked bad boys," he managed to whisper back as the water began to pour down over both of them.

"I do," Brian told him as he began to lazily run a small bar of soap over his skin. "But when bad boys break their promises, they have to be punished."

He jumped as Brian's hands began to possessively roam all over his body as he molded against his smaller frame - rubbing his nipples in a rough, circular motion, sliding down his abs to roam over his belly and then feather the wiry pubic hair until finally he couldn't stand it any longer. He took his own hands and cupped them over Brian's as he led them down to his aching cock, the bar of soap promptly being forgotten as it fell out of Brian's grasp and landed on the floor. "Do it," he entreated as he squeezed Brian's hands and pressed them against his dick. "Punish me."

"Is that what you want, Justin?" was the throaty question as Justin began to squirm in pleasure when Brian began to stroke him in a quicker and quicker tempo. "You want it hard and rough?" God, just the question was enough to make Brian go crazy.

"Yes, damn it!" Justin ground out as Brian began to speed up his ministrations as he began to dry hump him. "Fuck me!"

He suddenly felt a slap on his left butt cheek as he jumped, but he was imprisoned so tightly in Brian's grasp that he wasn't able to move very far. "I'm going to fuck you, all right," Brian promised. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. Say it."

Justin was lost in a haze of arousal as Brian's words barely registered; all he could feel at the moment was the touch of Brian's hot body against his own and his hand masterfully bringing him to the brink of no return. "What? Say what?" he finally managed to answer in confusion as he dropped his head back to rest against Brian's chest. He felt Brian's warm breath washing over his skin as Brian told him, "Tell me who you belong to."

"Brian..." He wanted so badly to climax, he was ready to climax, but he wanted to feel Brian inside him, taking him, owning him before he did. "I..."

"Say it, Justin," was the demand as Brian bit down on his shoulder, effectively marking the creamy-colored skin. "Who do you belong to?"

"No...No one," was the surprising reply, but it was a shaky one. "I...I decide who I want to be with."

"And who do you want to be with?" Brian pressed as he began to speed up his stroking; he was rewarded with a tormented sort of groan from his lover. He was becoming overcome with jealousy the longer Justin held out, however. He wanted him to say he was his and only his. Who else had he been with?

"Tell me," he demanded once more as he slid his free hand back around to shove Justin tighter against his body, wanting him to know what he was doing to him. For a brief moment, he wondered just who belonged to whom as he ground out, "Who do you want to be with, Justin?" His lips began to make a languorous trail down the side of Justin's neck until he took his hand and forcibly twisted Justin's head to crash his lips down on his.

A loud moan erupted from Justin's lips as soon as Brian broke off their kiss. "You," he finally managed to say in a throaty whisper at last. "God, only you."

"The boy gets a prize," Brian growled as he reached for the condom he had snagged from the pocket of his dress pants and had placed on the ceramic, built-in soap ledge inside the shower stall. He reached around to practically push two of his fingers into Justin's mouth. "Suck on them," he ordered as Justin's lips closed around them in an "O" shape and he did as Brian told him.

A few seconds later, Brian removed his fingers and Justin felt first one finger and then another breaching his hole soon afterward. He gasped at the initial, sharp pain until he forced his anal muscles to relax and it felt full rather than uncomfortable. No sooner had Brian removed his fingers, however, than he lined up his cock, grasped Justin around the waist for balance, and pushed midway inside as he shoved his body against the smaller one.

"Fuck, so tight," Brian whispered in a low, wondrous voice as Justin's head lolled back to rest on Brian's chest. "So hot," he panted, his voice breathless and edgy as he slid slightly back out and then abruptly thrust back in until he was balls deep in the hot, constrictive space. He began to rock his hips back and forth as he held onto Justin tightly; he felt Justin's knees slightly give as he slid back out and then plunged all the way back in, not fully cognizant of how rough he was being. At that moment, he didn't care; all he cared about was making this boy his and only his. After tonight, Justin would never forget him - and never break another date with him. He wouldn't dare.

"Brian, ah, that feels so incredible," Justin managed to say as he placed his hands, palms down, on the cool, wet glass for support while Brian steadily rammed in and out of him. "I'm so close...Touch me." He had never felt like this before; the feeling was both excruciating as well as shattering in its intensity.

His heart leaped as Brian reached around with his right hand and began to stroke his cock forcefully in perfect synchrony with his fucking.

"Say it," Brian grunted out once more in his ear. "You're mine," he growled as he continued to piston in and out of the smaller body harder and harder. By now Justin was a spineless, pliable pile of goo, only being held up by Brian's embrace. "Mine," he repeated as if Justin couldn't understand the language. "Tell me."

Justin no longer paid any heed to how cool the water was becoming, because his body was on fire as Brian held him. He could feel the telltale tingling signaling his pending climax as Brian continued to fuck him senseless. He finally groaned out, "Yours," just before his body erupted and his seed shot out to coat the shower wall in front of him to slowly slide down the glass to mingle with the swirling water below.

His confession seemed to send Brian over the edge as well as he heard his lover give a half-moan, half cry before Brian filled the condom to near capacity.

The two of them stood there, Brian supporting him as Justin panted heavily, his hands still braced against the shower glass as his legs shook violently in the after-throes of their passion; finally, Brian slid out of him and threw the condom onto the floor of the shower stall. A few seconds later, he pulled Justin's body gently against his and they just stood there, spent and sated.


Same Time...

Gus opened the loft door as Kayla eyed him curiously; she had tried hard to pry all the details of her friend's date with Justin out of him when they had talked on the phone earlier, but he had been maddeningly close lipped, telling her she would have to wait to hear all about it when she got there. "So? Spill, damn it! How was it?" she demanded as soon as she saw him.

Gus's face, which looked inscrutable at first, slowly coalesced into a broad smile as he reported dreamily, "It was amazing!"

Kayla stepped into the loft as she promptly smacked him on the upper arm, almost as if she were trying to rouse him from a daydream. "Stop that!" she chided him. "You're acting like a girl, and it's freaking me out!" She wasn't really irritated with him, however; actually, she was thrilled that he had had such a great time.

They walked farther into the open living space as both plopped down onto the oversized, leather couch, sitting cross-legged as they faced each other.

Gus's eyes sparkled with triumph as he told her, "I'm telling you, Kayla; he won't forget it for a long time! We had so much fun; he'll be dreaming of me tonight," he told her, a touch of smugness in his voice. He thought about telling her how Justin had cradled his face in his hands and had kissed him, but he ultimately decided that he wanted that wonderful moment to remain just between him and Justin.

Kayla had never seen her friend so happy. "That's great, Gus!" she enthused. "I'm so happy for you!"


A few minutes later...

Brian lay on his back with Justin's head resting on his chest, wondering if the joy and contentment he felt at that moment from holding Justin in his arms could last forever. All he knew was that it felt kind of foreign to him, but it also felt so damn good.

As lesbionic as it sounded, it was almost as if Justin had been made especially just for him; they fit together perfectly like two pieces of an exquisite puzzle. "So, what DID you do today that took so long?" he murmured, caressing Justin's soft, blond hair, at once both inordinately curious but also almost dreading what he might say.

Justin sleepily lifted his head to peer up into Brian's eyes as he whispered, "I don't even remember now," and Brian smiled a smile of victory.