Chapter 6

16 Months Post-513

The next several months went by quickly. They talked every night, reviewed their day and always ended the call with phone sex.

"I can't wait for everyone to see the show. I can't believe that I have an exhibit at the Nancy Hoffman Gallery." Justin lay on his bed naked, stroking his cock.

"I can. You're very talented and you've worked really hard for this." Brian unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock and watched as it filled after hearing Justin's familiar voice.

"There is so much to do before the show. I have to make sure the pieces are hung correctly and the frames match the mood I want to convey. I have to get my tux cleaned, and oh there are a million little details."

"Calm down, Justin," Brian said as he rolled his eyes at the drama queen moment. "Everything will fall into place. I can't wait to see you in your tux. Aren't you happy now that I convinced you to let me buy it?"

"Thank you. Did I ever thank you for buying it for me?"

Smiling at the memory, Brian said, "Oh, you thanked me for it several times that day, once in the dressing room, once in the cab and I think another time in my hotel room." Brian stroked his cock, running his thumb over the sensitive head.

Justin laughed as he felt the tension start to leave his body. "I wish you were here. You make everything better." He played with his nipples, heightening his arousal but he was able to have a coherent conversation.

"Stop being a lesbian. Twat! I just recognize you having a queen out, now why don't you stop talking about your show and start talking dirty to me. My cock is so hard, I'm about to explode." Brian smirked.

"Imagine that I'm holding your cock, my hands are slick with that sandalwood lotion you keep in the night stand. I've warmed them up so you can't complain that they're cold."

Brian took out the sandalwood lotion and put some on his hands, and slid them up and down his hard cock. His breathing got shallower and Justin could hear the short intakes.

"That's it; roll your hands up and down. Now take one hand and fondle your balls, especially that space behind them. Take your thumb and slide it over the top of the head, smearing your cum over the top. Take your fist and gently squeeze the head as you come to the top of your stroke. I'm kissing you, soft gentle kisses, and then I take your bottom lip into my mouth, sucking the flesh."

"Justin, I'm cloooooose."

"Take your finger past your balls and slide it back toward your hole. Play with the opening, dip it in the crack and then slide it back toward your balls as you keep stroking your hard cock. Move your hand faster. My hand is on your cock, stroking it fast, touching the sensitive head, pulling it as my other hand dips into your crack, teasing your hole."

Justin recognized the short shallow breathing that indicated Brian's imminent release. "Come on. Come for me! I want to see your beautiful face after you shoot your load."

Brian came at the mention of shooting his load, a favorite trigger for him. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped himself off as he waited for his heart beat to return to normal. When his breathing evened out, he returned the favor for Justin, who came as well.

"I'm beat. I'll see you in a few days," Brian said as he pulled the blanket up and shut off the light. "Later."

"Later," Justin returned the familiar greeting and went to bed as well.

As Justin predicted, the next few days were filled with a million details and he barely had time to eat, a situation that his stomach frequently let him know was unacceptable. He grabbed chips and hot dogs from street vendors and drank multiple coffees from Starbucks. Finally, on the evening before the show, everything was in place, and he collapsed in his small apartment from exhaustion. He'd set the alarm in anticipation of Brian's arrival in mid-morning, and was surprised when it went off.

Sitting up in bed, he ran his hand over his face a few times and then mussed his hair. He stretched to get the kinks out of his back and reminisced about the great bed that Brian had in the Loft; he wished that he could somehow transport both the bed and Brian to New York. He always slept better with Brian in the room; there was something about the long arms wrapped around his chest and his head tucked in the small space between his arm and body. Padding to the bathroom, he turned on the water and brushed his teeth while he waited for it to heat up. His mind wandered again to the many showers that he and Brian had shared in the loft and in Kinnetik's apartment, since Brian refused to stay in Justin's small place. Justin was envisioning their reunion since Brian was meeting him at the gallery event; therefore, he had all day before he saw him.

He finished his morning routine, and then met his agent, Sam, for breakfast and to discuss his show and the commissions that he was currently working on.

"Justin. Everything is set for the show tonight. I'm sure it will be the talk of the critics."

"You really think so?"

"Justin. I get paid to recognize talent and you are an up and coming artist. The donated painting you did for the AIDS benefit was one of the top offerings that night. I wouldn't be surprised if you sell at least half of your work before the evening is over." Sam drank some of his latte and smiled at Justin.

Justin took a deep breath and drank some coffee. "I hope you're right. I'm just so nervous."

"Relax. It will be okay. You told me that Brian will be coming in town a little early. Why don't you get ready?"

Justin smiled his famous smile with the mention of Brian's name. "Yeah. It will be great to see him. Guess I should go finish my errands and get ready for tonight."

"Go ahead. I've got the bill." Sam waved Justin from the table and he watched the young man walk away, a lilt in his step.

The limo he ordered brought Justin to the gallery about two hours before the show. Brian arrived ten minutes after he did, and Brian whisked him away to the bathroom.

Justin kissed Brian and opened up his mouth, and enjoyed the flavor that was uniquely Brian. Brian returned the kiss as he started to unbutton Justin's shirt.

"Briannnn," Justin sighed as he felt Brian unzip his fly and take out his cock, his warm hand fondling him until his cock reached its full length.

"Shh! You need to relax and I know a wonderful way to do just that," Brian said as he unzipped his own fly, turned Justin around, and grabbed the condom and lube out of his pocket. He prepared Justin, and squeezed the lube on his finger, and slid it swiftly into Justin.

Justin giggled. "I can't believe I'm having a show in less than two hours and you're here fucking me in the men's room." He pushed back onto Brian's fingers, enjoying the stretch. "Now!" Justin urged.

Brian removed his fingers and pushed into Justin, and savored the tight ass that never failed to deliver. Whether it was a quickie or a lengthier endeavor, Justin always delivered. His ass was tight and the moans as well as his eagerness never failed to spur Brian to perform his very best. Not that he was really performing with Justin. It was a joining of the two men in the most intimate way possible.

Justin grabbed onto the sink for leverage as Brian pumped his ass. "Come for me, Justin," he urged.

He pushed into Justin and hit his sweet spot; Justin's groans spurred him on. Brian felt the familiar tingling in his spine as he shot into the condom, and Justin shot across the sink.

Brian pulled out of Justin, tied off the condom and dropped it in the trash. He pulled down some paper towels, and Justin wiped himself and the sink. Justin tucked himself back in, and kissed Brian on the lips.

Justin's breathing was quickly returning to normal and he reached up to kiss Brian gently on the lips. "Thank you." He didn't need to explain any further since he knew that Brian would just tease him that he was a lesbian, but he knew that Brian understood. Justin looked in the mirror to ensure his shirt was straight. "Come on. I want to give you a private viewing before the show starts." He started to pull Brian toward the gallery.

"I thought I just had a private viewing."

"Briannnn," Justin said as he walked around the corner. "Of the show."

"Oh. Of course. The show. Let's go see your paintings."

Justin gave him a short tour and then had to excuse himself as more people arrived at the gallery. Brian was looking at the large canvas when Jennifer came up to him.

"These are very good, if the critic's opinions are right." She didn't look at Brian while she spoke, just stood there and talked.

"They are excellent. I'm trying to decide which one to buy. I want to get one for Kinnetik. I like the one in the corner over there. The colors would go well in our lobby."

Jennifer looked over at the painting and then walked closer to get a better view. Brian followed her. After several minutes studying the painting and thinking about the layout in Kinnetik, Jennifer said, "Yes. I think it would go well."

"Stay here and don't let anyone buy it. I'm going to find Sam and have him put a sticker on it." Brian walked off in Sam's direction and informed him he wanted to buy it.

"Excellent choice. It's one of my favorites," Sam said as he placed a sold sticker on the corner. "I told Justin this morning that the critics would love the show, and I bet him that half of his paintings would sell before the end of the opening. I see I wasn't wrong."

"Of course the paintings would sell," Brian said, as if anything else would be an acceptable outcome.

Sam smiled at Brian's loyalty but excused himself. "I must go speak with Mr. Collier."

Sean walked up to Brian next. "It's a great show," Sean remarked.

"It's okay," Brian answered.

Sean gave Brian a quizzical look, but didn't question the answer. He'd had enough conversations with Justin to understand that Brian's 'okay' meant that he really liked something. Sean was glad that the show was such a success. Justin had rarely kept still and was so anxious before the show that Sean hoped its success would mean he would return to the calm and serene roommate who originally moved in with him.

At the end of the evening, Justin made his way to Brian and smiled his patented grin. "I sold six pieces tonight. Sam is ecstatic and I'm happy too." He wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and kissed him solidly on the mouth.

"A celebration is in order, and luckily I have reserved a table at Eleven Madison Park for everyone. The limo should be arriving in fifteen minutes." Brian made a point of returning Justin's kiss to mark his territory, but he would never admit to such possessive behavior.

Despite the late hour, the food was exceptional and everyone raved about the service and complimented Justin on his show.

"Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you. Every time I come to one of your shows, I'm amazed at how your art has progressed. You have a dedicated following already and you've only been here for sixteen months. I can't imagine what your paintings will be like in a few years."

"Damn straight, Sunshine. I'm no critic, but you sure packed 'em in," Debbie said.

"Justin, I'm so glad you listened to me and went to New York to follow your dream. I'm sure you would not have come this far if you were still in Pittsburgh," Lindsay said.

"Thank you for coming to my show. It means so much to me, but I'm beat. Brian promised me that we would enjoy the Jacuzzi in the apartment, and I really hear it calling my name." Justin got up and kissed everyone at the table and told them each a private "good bye" or "thanks for coming". He stood up and gave his hand to Brian, and they left the restaurant.

"Amazing how Brian and Sunshine are still together. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. They really made it work. Good for them." Debbie yawned and covered her mouth with her napkin. "Well… I think Sunshine has the right idea. I'm beat. I can't wait to take off this fancy bra; it goes down to my damn navel." Debbie stood up and kissed Michael and Ben good night.

Michael got up from the table. "I'll call you a cab. I want to make sure you get back to the hotel."

"Thanks, Michael. You're a good son."

Everyone left the restaurant and went their separate ways. Jennifer planned on staying the weekend and doing some shopping, but everyone else was catching a plane in the morning. Michael and Ben hit Therapy, and Ted, Emmett, and Blake went with them. They listened to the thumpa thumpa and danced for a few hours, but by 3:30 they shared a cab back to the Salisbury Hotel. In the morning, they took the limo that Brian ordered to LaGuardia, and returned to Pittsburgh.

Brian and Justin started the late evening with mutual blow jobs, and then lay in the warm water to relax. However, they both fell asleep while they enjoyed the warm jets of the Jacuzzi. When the jets stopped shooting, it woke Brian.

"Justin," he whispered in his ear. "Let's go to bed. We fell asleep in the Jacuzzi."

Justin startled at Brian's voice. "Sorry. I guess I was more tired than I thought." He stood up and grabbed the towel from the rack and dried himself off before he stepped out of the tub.

Brian grabbed his towel and dried his body as well. They went to bed and promptly fell asleep.

In the morning, the lovers enjoyed three rounds of sex before they ventured out to shop and go to MOMA to catch a new exhibit Justin wanted to see. Like most weekends they spent together, they enjoyed each other's company, had lots of sex and ate at some fantastic restaurants. In the evening, they went to Therapy as well, and danced with multiple people and took a few tricks to the back room. It was after 4:00 a.m. when they caught a cab back to the apartment and collapsed into the bed, and didn't wake up until noon.

"What time is your flight?" Justin asked as he turned the water on in the shower.

"At 3:30; the 6:00 was full and I have an early morning meeting that I couldn't change. I'll have to leave soon."

Brian joined him in the shower, where they had shower sex and Justin gave Brian a blow job.

"Hopefully I'll be in town over the 4th of July. Maybe I could come in after Memorial Day. That's only a few weeks away," Justin said wistfully as he dried himself and started dressing. "I hate that I can't see you all the time."

"Stop being a lesbian, Justin. You know as well as I do this is where you need to be. Now come over here and give me a blow job for the road and then I have to catch a cab to the airport," Brian said as he pulled Justin to him by caressing his neck.

Justin did as Brian asked, savoring the taste, smell and feel of his partner's cock as he knew it would be awhile before he could enjoy it again.

TBC