There were few things Justin hated more than wearing a suit and tie. First because it brought back vivid memories of his Catholic school uniform and second because his only suit was purchased for interviews before he had a job and was off the rack and ill-fitting to his overly round ass. Nevertheless, he dressed appropriately for the formal wedding event and waited in the living room with Eric for Daphne to finish dressing. Several screams of frustration echoing from the bathroom while she attempted to tame her unruly hair with a straightener told them both it was going to be awhile longer.
Eric looked handsome, Justin thought, as he watched him mindlessly flipped channels with the remote. Justin chuckled as Eric checked his watch for the third time. "We're going to be late" he warned. Eric was always punctual.
Justin nodded, "Daph, it's almost seven. Are you ready soon?" he called down the hall.
A grunt followed by another five minutes of silence passed before a stunning Daphne appeared before them announcing she was ready to go. "Wow" Justin marveled, "You look beautiful"
"Thanks" Daphne smiled graciously, "So do you. You too Eric"
Both tonight's dinner and the wedding were held at the Summerhaven Country Club, a place Justin had spent a fair amount of time at as a young kid. Justin hadn't set foot inside since he left home, it felt pretentious and stuffy. Things he associated with his parents, and quite frankly, with Daniel and Michelle. He dropped his arm from Eric's waist the second he opened the door; it was definitely not a place that welcomed same sex couples, even if he and Eric were just friends now, he felt unwelcomed and inhibited just stepping into the grand entrance decked ostentatiously in dark green and gold decor.
Name cards blanketed the white-linen clothed tables and it didn't take long for Eric to located his and Justin's names; they were surprised to find Daphne was sitting at another table all together. She looked annoyed by this but complied, having been warned repeatedly by both her brothers and her parents that she was to be nothing but gracious and cordial for the duration of the wedding events or else. The actual rehearsal was still going on so the wedding party was lingering in the ball room adjacent to the dining space.
"Daph," Marcus called to her, "Come over here."
Daphne joined her brother and his latest girl of the month, an attractive dark-skinned nurse, with fake boobs that was named either Tara or Sara. Daphne couldn't remember and didn't really care to confirm since she wasn't likely to be around very long. She sat down quietly with a brief hug to her brother.
"Hi, you must be Danny's sister" the man to her left spoke, "I'm Michelle's brother, Tom."
Daphne shook Tom's hand and nodded. Tom was late-thirties, handsome in a distinguished sort of way. He reminded Daphne of a younger Denzel Washington with fewer muscles. Daphne guessed he was a doctor or lawyer type although she didn't ask; likely the reason he was still playing the field, too busy establishing his career to settle down. He was probably exactly the type she was supposed to be attracted too.
Dinner began shortly after the rehearsal concluded thankfully ending Marcus, Sara and Tom's neverending baseball discussion. Although she was not asked, she took out her camera and started snapping pictures. Truth be told, she was more offended by not being asked to photograph the wedding than to have not been included as a bridesmaid, but her brother had insisted that she couldn't enjoy the wedding if she was taking the pictures, not to mention, she was expected to be in a fair amount of them. Daphne considered it was probably for the best, after all, she might be tempted to photograph the entire wedding and not produce one flattering shot of the bride. During dinner, Daphne repeatedly strained her neck to see what Justin was up to. When she finally had a good enough line of sight, Justin and Eric were sitting next to each other with legs and bodies angled toward each other, talking intimately. Justin even offered Eric a bite of his lobster from his fork and wiped the drops of spilled butter from his chin with his thumb. "Grrr" she moaned to herself only to hear Tom laugh softly at her.
"Is that your boyfriend or something? You want me to switch places?"
"No, he's not my boyfriend. He's my roommate, Justin." Daphne clarified tersely. She never thought roommate did their relationship justice but best friend seemed too childish anymore.
"Oh thank God, because I didn't want to be the one to tell you that your boyfriend is gay." Tom laughed.
Daphne actually laughed at his comment and flashed a smile as a response.
"There it is" Tom remarked with a smile of his own.
"What?"
"Your smile. Your brother told me you had a great smile but you've pretty much had a scowl on your face all night."
"Which brother?" Daphne asked, sensing she was being set up.
"Daniel. He sort of suggested that we might hit it off. I'm not trying to pick you up but it would be nice to get to know you…you know…since we are practically family now."
Daphne recognized flirtation when she saw it. His eyes twinkled, his hand brushed her arm. It felt nice until she realized something. She would rather be with Justin. She would always rather be with Justin. His compliment to her earlier gave her butterflies while Tom's did nothing. That couldn't be normal. She swallowed hard and did her best to keep her attention to Tom. She knew what she needed to get these fucking emotions under control, only it was going to be a little trickier than normal. "Yeah but we aren't exactly related so what do you say we take a walk before dessert?" she asked him in her sexiest voice.
Tom looked at her questionably but dropped his napkin to his plate, "Yeah, I could stretch my legs." He said as he stood up and escorted Daphne out of the private dining room onto the terrace overlooking the 18th hole of the perfectly manicured golf course. The sun was setting and Daphne's orange dress was the perfect complement to the warm colors of the sunset. Her dark skin looked flawless in the remaining light. Tom was mesmerized by the image and his stare was not subtle. "Wow, you, um, you look beautiful. I wish I had my sketch book. I want to draw you like that."
"You're an artist?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's why Daniel thought we'd hit it off. I mostly do sculptures. Mostly glass. I'm no Chihuly but I make a living. I still love to draw."
Daphne smiled again, "Justin is an artist." She added while moving closer to Tom who was sitting on the cement ledge of the half-wall that surrounded the terrace. She nudged his knees open so she could stand between his legs and then looked into his eyes intently to see if he would make the first move .
"Um, there's a lot of seating if you want to sit down." He said, smiling apprehensively, and gesturing to the empty terrace.
Daphne blushed but moved to sit next to him. She was disappointed he wasn't going to be bold enough; it complicated things a bit. No matter, Daphne was plenty savvy at getting some casual, meaningless, forget what troubles you sex.
She took her hand and placed it on his cheek. "You're really hot" she whispered moving her hand to his upper thigh, "Do you want to take that walk now? I know a quiet place where we won't be disturbed so we can…..talk."
Tom looked flustered and stammered at her offer, "Um, wow, thanks" he said, forcing a smile, "but that's not really my thing. Not that you aren't gorgeous but we just met like thirty minutes ago."
Daphne couldn't believe her luck. Of course Tom would be like Michelle, all prim and proper, and now she's made an idiot of herself and her brothers were bound to find out. "No problem, sorry but can you please not tell Michelle. I really don't need my brothers on my case." She asked as she stood up to leave as if he were walking away from a business deal.
He stood up with her and grabbed her waist. "I won't say anything. But whoever it is you really want; you should tell him. I know when I'm really wanted and when I'm being called up as a relief pitcher. You're beautiful and feisty doesn't scare me but trust when I say I'm starting line-up material. If you decide you really want me, here's my card. I'd love to take you out sometime."
Tom returned to the party, leaving Daphne speechless and horrified. If someone who has known her for less than hour knows; why doesn't her best friend since kindergarten figure it out already?
"Daphne" Justin called to her from the door, "Hey there you are. The dinner's wrapping up and your folks are looking for you."
"Hey" she responded, "Where's Eric?"
"Talking to Marcus; I wanted to check on you alone. Are you okay?" Justin smiled and hugged Daphne seeing she was close to tears. "Hey, what is going on with you lately? Ever since we moved to the new place, you've been off. Why won't you just talk to me?"
Daphne melted into Justin's arm and the emotions she had been choking back just hit her in one overpowering wave. "Justin, I can't, I need to go." She cried as she broke their hug and ran back to the parking lot. She was in a full ugly sobbing mode by the time she realized Eric had driven and she didn't have a car. She turned to walk back to the clubhouse when she saw Tom approaching.
"Hey, are you all right?" he asked, looking around for an explanation for her tears but seeing only a sea of cars.
"No" she huffed, "Listen, can I get a ride?"
"Sure, where do you live?" he asked, putting a hand on her back and escorting her to his car.
"No, um, I can't go home tonight. Can you…would you mind if I hang out with you? I promise I won't throw myself at you." She assured him, cinching her jaw at her obvious desperation.
Tom laughed, "Sure, how about a drink?"
"God yes!" Daphne laughed through her tears as she composed herself, sitting into the passenger seat of Tom's Lexus and wiping her still wet eyes with the back of her hand. "God I'm a mess" she exclaimed pulling the mirror down from the visor and blotting her smeared mascara with a tissue she dug out of her purse.
"You still look beautiful. Do you want to talk about Justin?"
"That obvious, huh?" she winced.
"Little bit, sorry hon" he smiled before driving off.
Justin went back into the dining room and found Eric waiting for him, tie off and jacket over his lap, his top shirt button undone. He looked like he was ready to go thirty minutes ago and Justin apologized for making him wait.
"No luck finding her?" he asked, exhausted and trying not to reveal his actual feelings about Daphne's runaway diva routine.
"No, I'm really worried." Justin admitted. He had never seen Daphne so wrung out emotionally. She was usually so detached and pragmatic about everything, well except for him. The fact that she was so sad made him wonder if her dark moods were about him although he had no idea what he had done to upset her.
Eric dropped Justin off at home and made an excuse for why he couldn't stay. The truth was ex-boyfriend wedding date service was one thing; he owed Justin for all the help with his mom, but dealing with Daphne's antics? That obligation died when they broke up as far as Eric was concerned. He knew full well what the problem was. Once he and Justin split, Daphne thought her little "love him enough to turn him straight" fantasy was going to come true. Now, he was just as gay as before only taking it as well as giving it, so probably "more gay" in most straight people's minds. That had to be killing Daphne. Justin hadn't a clue and he wasn't going to be the one to tell him. It was something they needed to deal with on their own and she would have to tell him on her own time. He knew better than to come between those two.
Justin opened the door to find Daphne still not home which only made him worry more. By one in the morning, he assumed she had found a one-night stand for the evening, not uncommon for her, but it wasn't like her to not let him know she wasn't coming home. Whatever it was must be about me, he thought, as he turned off the lights and headed to bed. He thought of Brian as he lay in bed, recalling their fantastic non-date. It was truly an unexpectedly fun day and he wished he could see him again, just to snuggle next to him and kiss him while they drifted off to sleep. He picked up his phone and sent a good night text. It was late and on a Friday night, after having Gus for a week, Justin figured he was still out. So it surprised him to get a return text so quickly especially one that said he wanted to say good-night in person. Justin didn't hesitate before telling him to come on down.
Brian was already naked in bed when he received Justin's text message. He was just about to jerk off again for the third time since leaving Justin at the park. The day was, in lesbianic terms, magical. He spent it with his two favorite people and he couldn't have planned a more relaxing, enjoyable day even though it didn't include fucking. Plus, he had finally planned a Sunday afternoon date that was sure to make Justin happy as well as check something off the bucket list he had made when he thought he was dying.
Less than five minutes after getting Justin's invitation, Brian was outside his door and knocking gently. Justin answered the door in his underwear seeing no reason to cover up; he was actually surprised Brian wore more than the black silk robe that was hanging on the back of his bathroom door.
"Hey sexy" he smiled and kissed Justin on the nose as he walked in and shut the door behind him. "I'm glad you texted."
"Yeah me too, why aren't you out?" Justin asked, followed by a poorly suppressed yawn.
The truth was Brian still tired easily and Gus' visit had been exhausting but Justin didn't need to know that, "I was hoping I would get to see you. How was your dinner?"
"Fine" Justin answered and grabbed Brian's hand leading him to his bed indicating the chit-chat portion of the evening was over, "C'mon, I've had a long day."
Brian allowed Justin to slowly strip him of his sweats and t-shirt before settling him into the smaller queen size bed that was so surprisingly comfortable he sighed. Brian had never spent the night with another man, well except Michael who didn't exactly count, but as Justin cuddled into him Brian got the impression that was exactly what he was expected to do. Justin tilted his face up and kissed him. Brian moved his arm over Justin and pulled his body even closer, feeling his bare skin under the covers, caressing his back.
"Mmm" Justin sighed nuzzling his face into the curve of Brian's neck, "that feels nice." Brian was a bit unsure of what the invitation was for, he had expected sex, of course, but it felt like Justin was on a different page entirely. He closed his eyes figuring he would just let Justin make the moves so as to not risk blowing his one shot on Sunday to make the right impression. "Good night Justin" he whispered, kissing along his jawline.
Brian no sooner than shut his eyes than started lightly snoring. Justin was still semi-hard, having never really gone beyond light touching and kissing since Brian climbed into his bed. It was so different this time; they usually just went right at it. This time Brian seemed hesitant to get things too heated; too soon. Besides that, Brian looked beat, still gorgeous, but tired. He was apparently spending the night, which Justin thought might be a first for Brian. He wasn't about to wake him up, even if he did really want sex. He closed his eyes and placed gentle kisses over Brian's neck and Adams apple before falling asleep wrapped in Brian's arms.
The next morning, Brian woke to a mouth on his dick. It was a delightful way to wake up that he had truthfully never recalled experiencing. Mostly because he had never encouraged anyone to still be there in the morning but for those that did manage to stay, an unfortunate consequence of Brian's over-imbibing, sucking his dick after where it had been the night before was pretty unappealing. Brian smiled at the tenacity Justin brought to his chore, although based on the humming from his throat that sent delicious vibrations up Brian's spine, Justin might have been enjoying it even more than Brian if that was possible. A litany of obscenities ran through Brian's head but the most prevalent was fuck, fuck, fuck followed by that feels so good. Justin worked a saliva soaked finger against his rim, not penetrating, but teasing, as he swallowed him to the root with a mind-bending suction. The warmth and wetness, combined with some serious tongue gymnastics, formed a tsunami wave of pleasure that threaten to carry him into oblivion. Then just as Brian's eyes started to roll back, Justin pushed two fingers roughly inside him and Brian's ejaculation was more strenuous than a full body workout. His whole body convulsed as Justin continued fucking him with his fingers.
"Holy fucking, mother fuck, god almighty Christ fuck" The barrage of words escaping Brian's mouth seemed to bypass his brain altogether because Brian had never felt so out of control. The thought was there but only a miracle held the words safely inside his head. God fuck me, fuck me now.
Justin was rock hard, his cock had never been so engorged and his balls had never felt so heavy. He was determined to work Brian's prostate until the man came again, begged to be fucked, or ordered him to stop whichever came first. So he ignored the incoherent ramblings but Justin couldn't ignore his own body anymore. It needed to be touched; he needed to be touched, right fucking now. Brian was a writhing mess beneath him and he used his free hand to run a soothing touch over his abdomen instead of grabbing his own cock. "That's it baby, come for me again." He commanded, surprising himself with the authoritative tone and the liberties Brian was allowing him to take.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Brian chanted as he felt the second orgasm build and rise, and rise, and rise some more until it radiated through him, only he didn't explode at the end, he didn't ejaculate. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, totally sublime and the pleasure seemed to flow outward and inward all at once. "AhhhhhhhhhGodddddddFuckkkkkkk" Brian grunted and then his muscles relaxed and his mind felt like it was disconnected from reality.
"Holy fuck" Brian moaned lost in his own world until a familiar rhythmic slapping noise brought him down off of his cloud. He opened his eyes to see Justin kneeling on the bed between his legs, jerking himself off. It was perhaps the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. Justin remained solely focused on Brian's body and he held his hand still and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into his fist as if he were ploughing into Brian's tight ass. He pulsed his hand imaging the tight muscle squeezing around him. He was so close.
Brian watched him mesmerized. His thoughts jutting back and forth between offering to help him finish and not wanting the show to end but before he could compel himself to help; Justin tossed his head back and moaned so fucking erotically that Brian knew it was too late.
"Come on me" Brian ordered, without thinking.
Justin opened his eyes, thinking perhaps he had imagined Brian's words, but seeing the eager look and slight nod for confirmation, Justin let go and shot ribbons of warm come all over Brian's chest and neck before falling forward on top of him with a grunt.
Brian instinctively wrapped his arms around Justin's quivering body, holding him through his recovery. Neither man looked at each other, both left dumbfounded from the intensity of the experience. Brian had experienced some amazing fucks before. He had come so hard he thought his balls would explode; he had fucked in practically every position known to the karma sutra and some he thought up on his own. He knew the thrill of scarfing, orgies, public sex, bondage, sadism, rimming, voyeurism, and exhibitionism. He had known the joys of road head and was a card carrying member of the mile high club. He had fucked sex professionals, both street hustlers and five thousand dollar-a-night escorts. He had even fucked a hermaphrodite in Thailand. He knew kink. He liked kink. So why, after all he had experienced and loved, was sex with a relatively inexperienced, young twink, in a comfortable warm, cushy bed, the absolute best fucking sex of his life? Why was holding Justin, who he had barely touched during, while covered in a sticky layer of the man's semen the hottest thing he could think of. Brian considered the possibilities and settled on either alien abduction, hallucinogenic drugs or even more frightening…..being in love… as the possible cause of his predicament. Then following one forceful exhale, he decided that, maybe, just maybe, that wasn't the worst thing in the world. It might even be one of the best fucking feelings in the world.