Brian hadn't recalled sleeping more soundly than with Justin that afternoon. They dosed off after their third round from pure satisfied exhaustion; Justin's body still resting half on top of his own. His body felt so alive underneath his angelic sleeping lover; as if there was a heightened awareness of every nerve ending, except for his hand, which was deadened by the prolonged weight of Justin's body cutting off his circulation. He moved the dead weight up Justin's back, opening and closing his fist until the pins and needles sensation subsided and feeling was restored. Justin stirred with the movement lifting his head off Brian's chest and tilting upward to look at his face.
"Hey there" Brian smiled, "sorry to wake you".
"Mmm, you can wake me with this anytime" Justin flirted, shifting his hand down to the bulge tenting the sheet.
Brian smiled as Justin grasped him firmly and slid his hand down the shaft. He cupped and manipulated his balls gently and Brian moaned.
Justin went to kiss Brian's neck signaling the official start of round four when a loud grumbling noise interrupted them. Brian looked at Justin in disbelief, "Did that noise really just come from your stomach?" he teased.
Justin blushed slightly and nodded, "sorry, I haven't eaten anything and it's…."he paused to pick up his watch on the nightstand, "Jesus, its 2:00 all ready".
Brian reached for his crutches and sat up in bed, "C'mon, let's get dressed and get something to eat". Justin gave a frown of disappointment until Brian assured him there was plenty of time for additional rounds later.
Justin turned towards the shower in the hall bath but Brian stopped him. "Come with me" he said as he held Justin's hand and led them to the Master bathroom. Justin looked apprehensive at entering what he considered Lindsay and Brian's sanctuary but Brian insisted and Justin understood why. Brian lifted a box of saran wrap using it to wrap his cast in a makeshift waterproof covering and ran the water. The master shower was larger, large enough for two, and when the water was the right temperature he pulled Justin into the warm spray. Justin laughed as Brian left his broken leg dangle outside the shower which meant Justin had to be closest the spray. Brian took the soap and ran his hand over Justin's entire body, cleansing him with slow, purposeful exploration. He washed his own body, regretful that he had to wash away Justin's scent that covered his chest and belly.
Justin moaned at the relaxing manipulations of Brian's hands as he washed him. The sex had been fantastic, better than he dreamed, but this was raging hot and he felt a craving for more. He couldn't wait until Brian had full use of his limbs so they could attempt fucking in the shower. Justin let his mind work over the possibilities.
"Earth to Sunshine" Brian laughed smacking his ass gently, "Hey where'd you go?"
Justin came down from his cloud and rejoined Brian in the shower. "Sorry, I'm just so…, so…" Justin let the sentence trail off unable to find the right adjective to describe his euphoria.
"…Yeah, me too" Brian answered. "But wasn't it painful, I mean, are you sore?" he asked sincerely.
"No, Well at first yes, but then I got used to you and it felt amazing. I can still feel you in me but it's not really painful. What about you?" Justin asked taking the soap and washing duties away from Brian.
"Why would I be sore?" Brian asked unsure of the question.
Justin smirked, "I meant how was it for you? Being with a man, I mean, was it better than with a woman?" Justin felt shy all of a sudden, he didn't know how many women Brian had been with before but he wanted Brian's first time with a man to be just as incredible as his own and for the first time he considered his own inexperience might have detracted from Brian's enjoyment.
"It was different" Brian laughed stating the obvious, "much tighter" he recalled his eyes going dreamy as he recollected the sensation of being inside Justin for the first time.
"But not better?" Justin asked, unable to hide his need for reassurance of his own performance.
Brian looked down at Justin and gave him an astonished look for even feeling the need to ask, running his hands through Justin's blond hair pulling his head lightly back into the spray. He reached for the shampoo and lathered his scalp. "Brian…" Justin pleaded for an answer.
"Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon?" Brian asked casually while scrubbing his scalp.
Justin nodded, uncertain as to how that was relevant to their discussion.
"My parents took us there once. They told me how beautiful it was and showed me pictures of it before we got there and it looked magnificent in all the pictures. Then we got there and I'm looking down into it, taking it in and I just sort of became overwhelmed with the sheer beauty and magnificence of it. I kept thinking so this is what it really looks like. Now, whenever I see a picture of the Grand Canyon it just leaves me completely unimpressed. I just know that it pales in comparison to how exquisite experiencing the real thing was."
Brian looked down at Justin and explained what he was feeling the best way he could, "Being inside you was like seeing the Grand Canyon. It was like finally experiencing the real thing."
Justin's mouth gaped open speechless at the compliment and the adoring look in Brian's eyes. They finished their shower, dressed and headed to the kitchen to raid the fridge.
Justin took out leftovers and heated plates of food for them both. He headed to the family room surprised to find Brian sifting through the DVD collection stored under the television. He was leaning on one crutch, cast extended, balancing precariously on one leg, bending over. Justin laughed at loud of the site of him trying to hold himself in such an odd position. "Can I help you with that?" he offered setting the plates of food down on the table.
"I can't wait to get this fucking cast off" Brian muttered as he hopped his way to the couch.
Justin bent down and looked at the DVD cases sprayed out on the floor, "What were you looking for anyways?"
"You, my young man, need an education in cinema history" Brian joked, swinging his leg back up on the couch and grabbing his plate from the table, "Everyone should see Ferris Bueller's Day Off and its completely unacceptable that you can't quote it verbatim."
Justin smiled to see Brian so excited about, well about anything really. In the months since they met he never had such a prolonged expression of happiness and Justin's body warmed thinking he might be at all contributing to the "new and improved" Brian.
Justin located the movie and held it up along with Dirty Dancing. "You'd rather watch Matthew Broderick over Patrick Swayze? What kind of homosexual are you?" he teased but read Brian's look to mean his initial request was non-negotiable.
"The kind that fucks men! Now put it in you twat." Brian smarted back.
As Justin watched the movie, he snuck glances at Brian whose entire body was involved in his laughter. Brian noticed him watching him instead of the movie so wrapped his arm around Justin, pulling him into his chest. When the movie was over Justin understood why Brian liked it. Justin contemplated that Brian's delight in the high school antics might have more to do with the Ferris and Cameron dynamic reminding him of his and Michael's high school days. Justin could only imagine what antics Michael had pulled Brian into and he could see the "old" Brian lying in bed trying to will himself up to deal with one of Michael's schemes. "So Cameron, when do you get your cast off?" Justin smirked.
"Cameron? I am most definitely not a Cameron! I'm a Ferris for sure." Brian responded almost offended.
"Brian, you are not a Ferris. You don't have a spontaneous bone in your body. You hate your job but you stay there even after they gave that other guy your promotion. You hate this house but you've lived here how long? Until today I don't think I've seen you sustain a smile for longer than thirty minutes and that's only if Gus is around."
Brian opened his mouth to protest and shut it quickly. "Fuck!" Brian screamed. "You're fucking right how the hell did I become a Cameron? I was a Ferris in high school, I swear, I don't know what's happened to me. Just life I guess."
"Life? Brian it's your life. No one makes these decisions for you, you know. If you hate it, take a risk, and change it. I mean look at us. You came out to your family, we're together, and once you and Lindsay sell the house we can be together all the time".
"Whoa Sunshine. What do you mean "we're together" like what, as in boyfriends? Is that what you think?" Brian flinched at the term.
Justin's eyes fell dark and the light left his face; the "oh shit I assumed this more than just a fuck" lesson wasn't covered by Auntie Em and he didn't know how to mask the rejection he was feeling. "Well I just thought….since we, um…." Justin stammered.
Brian kicked himself for not thinking about how this tryst might appear to Justin as more than what it was intended to be. Justin was so aggressive sexually, he underestimated his sensitivity. "Justin, I guess we should have talked about what we wanted before we let this go so far. I hope you understand that I am trying to figure out my life as a gay man. I am also ending a marriage to a woman I deeply care for and my son is going to need undivided attention from both of us. I just don't think I'm ready to get immediately into a new relationship and you, you're still so young…"
"…not too young for you to fuck; just too young to date." Justin finished Brian's conclusion jumping off the couch to pace, "You know what; fuck you Brian"
"Hey, wow, okay" Brian gasped at Justin's poor reaction to what he thought was a kind and sensible explanation. He held onto Justin's wrist and pulled him down on the couch, "Sit down. That is not what I meant"
Justin plopped down next to Brian trying not to look like a sullen child who didn't get his way.
"I like spending time with you and I think you know how much I enjoyed the sex; I don't want to just stop doing either but I think we should keep it more casual than boyfriends. What I was trying to say is you're so young, you shouldn't have to deal with my adult shit like divorce and real estate and custody disputes. You should be going to Babylon and dancing your ass off with hot men, enjoying every moment of your youth. I wish I had done more of that; you have no idea how fast your 20's go"
"Brian you aren't exactly middle-aged" Justin said, "Why don't we go to Babylon tonight? We can both dance our asses off with each other. I won't even care if you want to dance with someone else."
"I can't dance with this cast on" Brian explained, "It wouldn't be any fun."
Justin's face contorted knowing Brian was probably right and he bit his lip while thinking of an alternative solution. He ran upstairs and grabbed Brian's laptop and brought it down to the couch. "Oh my God, this is perfect!" Justin exclaimed, "Tonight's the King of Babylon contest"
"Why is that perfect?" Brian argued.
Justin smiled, "because you can go with me to Babylon and not have to dance. We can just watch the show and you can still have fun."
Brian didn't want to disappoint Justin but he wasn't prepared to make his gay debut quite yet. He hadn't told his friends, some of who might be there, and he didn't want to do it with a teenager on his arm.
"You go" Brian argued, "I'm not sure I'm up to it. You wore me out."
Justin decided to catch this fly with honey instead of vinegar. He scooted into position on the floor between Brian's knees.
"Ah, Justin, what are you doing?" he pushed back against the couch but there was no way to escape the predatory boy's intentions.
"I'm convincing you to go out with me tonight. C'mon Brian, be a Ferris not a Cameron" Justin let his hands roam from Brian's chest down to the waist of his basketball shorts he was wearing. Brian's breath caught when Justin plunged into his shorts and started to roughly stroke his cock. When he felt Brian grow in his hand to his full girth, Justin slipped it out over the waist of his shorts and descended on it greedy for every inch down his waiting throat.
"Oh God" Brian moaned feeling the utter warmth and delighting at the immense pleasure. Brian had been given blow jobs before never this expertly. He fisted the blonde's hair as he watched consumed with the image of his cock disappearing over the perfect pink lips into the warmth of the perfect mouth. It took very little time for Brian to succumb under the intense pleasure and Brian panicked not wanting to come in Justin's mouth without knowing that was okay. He made the mistake with a girl in college once and had gotten the fucking shit slapped out of him.
"Oh God, Justin stop I'm gonna come" he warned which only served to encourage the tenacity that Justin applied to his task, "Shit, Oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming" Brian called loudly pulling the back of Justin's head as tight was he could toward him and pumping shamelessly down his throat.
Brian tossed his head back resting it on the back of the sofa, pulling his shorts back over his spent cock. Justin crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs and resting on his knees. "If you come with me tonight, I'll do that again in the backroom."
Brian nodded and mumbled what sounded like "uh huh" really still unable to speak after his powerful orgasm. "Brian while you're being so compliant" Justin whispered while kissing Brian along the clavicle "Before we go out, I really want to fuck you. Will you let me fuck you?"
Justin's request jolted Brian out of his post-orgasmic phase and back to his couch where a very sexy Justin with a very engorged dick sat on his lap asking what for most gay men was probably be a very reasonable request. Brian's fight or flight response failed him and he just stared into Justin's eyes silently.
"I mean if we aren't going to be boyfriends, then well condoms are a given, but I'd like to try, you know, topping without one while I have the chance."
Again a perfectly reasonable request but Brian didn't want to and he couldn't think a single rational argument other than just saying hell no which seemed inadequate for an explanation. Brian bit his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood before he found the right words to turn down Justin's request. He would just explain that he wasn't ready to try that yet and he wasn't sure that was his thing; after all not all gay men like cock up their ass, right? As Brian opened his mouth to answer; Justin put his hand down into his own sweatpants and pulled out his fucking beautiful dick. Brian's mouth watered at the sight of him. Fuck he is sexy. When Brian finally heard sounds being formed from his vocal chords the word that came out was "Yes" and before Brian could qualify his permission with a "we can try" Justin was hauling him back up the stairs and Brian couldn't stop laughing at Justin's enthusiasm long enough to protest.