Previously…
And with that, I leave a speechless, flabbergasted Michael to find what Justin actually had in mind. Hopefully Ben and Debbie can actually knock some sense into Michael before we come back out.
Chapter 11
I'm ambushed when I walk into the bathroom, definitely in a positive, life-affirming way. Justin grabs my shirt, pulls me into a stall, locks the door and is down on his knees before I can ask… whatever I was going to ask.
"Fuck!" I try and keep my voice down, why I'm not sure. Everyone knows what I do in here, for some reason I don't want them knowing I'm doing it with Justin? Fuck that.
I pull Justin up off my cock, even though my cock is definitely objecting. I start undoing his pants while attacking his mouth. Between kisses, I try and ask, "I thought you'd be upset… Michael calling you a trick."
I stop speaking and moan when Justin finds a condom in my pants and puts it on me.
"No offense, but your friend's an idiot… now fuck me." And he turns around, leans on the wall and pushes his ass out. Fuck… never saw this little commanding side of Justin last night or this morning. Little fire-cracker indeed.
"Bossy little bottom aren't you?" I ask as I push into his still marvelously tight ass. We both groan at the same time.
"Not… so little," he pants as I thrust in and out of him, gripping his hips tight, kissing his neck, groaning and panting with him as he pushes back onto me with each thrust. I thought it would be fast and hard, but it's turning slow and almost painfully pleasurable.
"Fuck… Brian…harder…"
Who am I to deny him a request, especially when it involves my cock and his ass. I pull him close to me, "move against the other wall."
He nods and we slowly move together, it's not easy, but I refuse to let my cock leave his ass yet. If he wants harder...
"You want it hard?" I ask as he leans against the actual wall.
"Yessss," he moans out as I stab his prostate.
"Hold tight my naughty boy," and with that I grab his hips and start pounding as hard as I can, finding just the right angle to hit his prostate at every thrust. He moaned louder at that comment than I think I had heard him, but I can't figure out why at the moment. Don't really care either as I start pounding harder, relishing his moans and mewls and groans of ecstasy. He reaches down and starts jacking off in time with my pounding his ass.
"That's it Justin… stroke your cock while I fuck you… let me see you come."
"Oh god Brian…" he moves his hand faster, fucking his own hand as I fuck him… an image comes unbidden to mind.
"God you look so hot… fucking your hand while I fuck you…" I lean in close to share what I was surprised at my mind for coming up with so soon after meeting him, "I can only imagine how hot you would look…" he moans again, anticipating what I'm going to say, but not ready to hear it, "fucking me like that." And he screams his release. My name screamed in bliss out of that perfect mouth, probably loud enough for the whole diner to hear. And I couldn't fucking care less. Cause if they can hear him, he's not blowing me, and that's all I've ever done in this bathroom with tricks.
Seeing him come like that, feeling his ass clench around my cock, I pound one last time and can't help but call his name. Maybe not as loud, but he'll know, and that's all that matters.
We both collapse against the wall, breathing hard, riding out such an intense orgasm. I keep thinking that I'll get tired of this eventually… the same person every time… but it just, somehow impossibly, seems to get better every fucking time.
Slowly, but surely, we put our clothes back on and clean up. We keep looking at each other and smiling, it's ridiculously sweet and any minute I think I'm gonna fight the lesbianic thoughts and romantic gestures, but the annoyance doesn't hit. We just smile at each other, basking in each other's smile and happiness. And isn't that a terrifying thought… that I could actually be happy.
As we're walking back to the table I see Debbie walking back behind the counter and Michael scowling even more than before. Oh goodie, that means they spoke to him and he either gets it and he's pissed, or he doesn't get it, and he's pissed. I sit down and look at Justin expecting him to follow, when I see him looking at his cell phone in annoyance.
I raise one eyebrow questioningly and he says Daphne. I might have known she'd be checking in. I'd say she should meet Debbie, but maybe I don't want them to meet. I roll my eyes and smile, which causes him to chuckle, which makes me smile more, though I try to hide it by pulling my lips into my mouth. He grins even bigger and chuckles. It doesn't seem like we've only known each other less than a day, but somehow he already knows what that means.
He goes outside to take the call, so I of course follow his movements. Partly because I'm just watching him, partly because that little fucker is swaying his ass at me, thankfully the diner isn't too full, but even the few queers in here are admiring that view. They may not know he's more than a trick yet, but they look back to see who he grins at and see me, and they know they'll never have a chance.
I look back at Michael, who's now sulking, and Ben, who looks like father that hates to be put into a position of disciplinarian between kids. Can't say as I blame him. The man has the patience of a saint to deal with Michael. I know I haven't made it easy on him, but one would think that he knows that our silly ramblings of our teenage years are completely ridiculous now. I'm never gonna be who he wants me to be, and I love him like a brother, but I couldn't live with him to save my life.
"Well, either you did something to piss off the cook and he pissed in your food, or you got some really bad news that probably is only bad to you. So, which is it Mikey?"
"Oh, like you care."
"You're pathetic, you know that, right?"
He tries to smile a little, an involuntary twitch of his mouth. That's my standard catch phrase, when translated from Kinney to Novotny means I love you, in my own way.
"What's so special about him? Why did you want to change for him? How could you do this to…"
"Michael." Ben has a way of saying things sometimes, it's disturbing how calm he can be. I was ready to stop him from finishing that thought myself. The way Ben said just his name, I almost feel sorry for Ben. Michael calms down a little and tries a different tactic.
"Okay, fine, I'll calm down. You changed, wonderful, so happy for you," yeah, he sounds about as happy as my art department when I'm having a bad day, "got the explanation, thanks very much, now I want to hear it from him," he says this to Ben.
"Come on Brian, I want you to say it, whatever the fuck you have to say." I could make a joke at Mikey sounding like a grown up and facing the truth, or sounding like a kid and tantruming, but I'll give him honesty, like I've always done. This time the honesty will benefit someone else though, so it will sound different, and probably hurt him.
"I've always said no apologies, no regrets and no excuses. I've never felt the need to explain myself to anyone, and that includes you. I still won't apologize for anything, and I have no regrets, but we both have excuses for depending on each other too much growing up. You know what my excuses were, and I know what you're excuses were. We're still best friends, always have been, always will be.
"But people change, when they want to, not when someone else wants them to. People grow, we want different things as an adult than we do when we're a kid, or a teenager. Look at you, married, living in the suburbs, talking about adopting Hunter. That's a whole lot different than anything we ever talked about growing up. I still don't believe in marriage, and I'm not gonna say the other thing I didn't believe cause I'm not so sure that that's true anymore.
"If I'm changing, I'm gonna change because I want to, not because someone else wants me to. I don't know what Justin and I are yet, we only met last night, but if I remember correctly, it didn't take you very long to decide that the Professor here was worth fighting for."
That earns me a bit more of a smile, not just a reaction, but an actual thoughtful smile. I can see the pain and hurt in his eyes, but it's certainly not from a lack of trying on everyone's part to get him to let me go. Just when I think that Michael is gonna say something Justin walks back in and sits right next to me. It's obvious that he sees the slight tension, clearly he's good at reading people, too.
"So, Daphne says hi and that she's glad she doesn't have to hurt you, yet."
"Such a darling she is, I can see why you keep her around."
"Yep. It has nothing to do with her undying loyalty and the fact that I'm pretty sure she'd kill anyone who tried to hurt me."
"She's just jealous that I get to have you and she can't."
He smiles knowingly as he leans in to give me a kiss. "You might be right about that, but we won't tell her."
"You two are annoyingly sweet, it's disgusting." Michael says viciously, but with a little gleam in his eyes…not sure why he looks slightly happy, maybe he's accepting Justin?
"I think it's wonderful," Debbie grins as she places our food in front of us. She turns to Justin as she states, "Don't you pay attention to him Sunshine, he's just jealous because he's never been that romantic or sweet in public. Not that it would kill him, a mother wants to see her son happy, and all the other couples you see in here have more physical contact than you two do. No offense, Ben, but for as sweet as my Michael can be, he's stubborn and can be an old fuddy-duddy."
Michael glanced over at Brian when Debbie said couples, positive that Brian would have reacted to that word. He's even more upset when he sees Brian and Justin having a seemingly silent conversation with just looks. Their faces aren't even changing that much, but they seem to come to some sort of decision. It was so weird and so hard for Michael to see Brian like this. It looks so fake to see him happy, he can't possibly want this twink.
Everyone but Michael had noticed that Debbie had stopped talking. When Michael notices he looks back at her with a confused expression.
"Michael, you can be so clueless sometimes. Ben, I leave him in your capable hands, maybe you can explain some more… whether with you actual hands or words. I mean when was the last time you had sex? Maybe that's part of the problem Michael. Have…"
"MA! Stop. I don't want to talk about my … sex life," this part was almost whispered. Mikey is so old fashioned, who whispers the word sex in a gay diner that's a regular place to hang out and make out, "with my mother."
"Fine, fine, I can take a hint," Debbie… the epitome of subtlety… if that was a hint, what's obvious?
The diner starts filling up at this point and Debbie goes to serve others, leaving us to our own little corner. Ben has finished eating, but is just enjoying the silence, while it lasts, Michael is brooding, but he seems less angry, and Justin and I are eating. Although I think I'm watching him eat more than I am eating. I can't help it, especially once Justin notices this and uses it to his advantage. He starts taking slightly bigger bites and purposely licking his lips after each bite.
I lean over to whisper in his ear, highly pleased at it causing him shivers, "you're gonna pay for being such a cock tease."
He grins around the food in his mouth before swallowing and leaning over to my ear, "is it gonna cost me an arm and a leg?" cheeky little fucker, but I can't say I don't like it. Not only is he my equal in bed, but his comebacks and responses are just as quick and witty as mine can be.
"I was thinking of a couple of body parts somewhere in between?"
"Okay, but I don't think my back and chest are gonna be enough."
"Oh, I think they will. I'll have to inspect your back extra close and cover every inch, and I seem to remember some very sensitive nipples which just might help."
I may not be able to feel his erection by this point, but I can smell it, and I can see it in his eyes, and the tension in his body.
"Are you still hungry, or do you wanna get out here?"
"I'm very hungry, Mr. Kinney, do you have anything that might satisfy this craving?"
And with that I'm pushing Justin out of the booth, throwing money on the table and practically dragging him to the car. Not that he seems to mind. He gets out a quick "later" to Ben and Michael and Debbie. To which I hear her respond with play safe and treat him right asshole.
I get to the jeep and push Justin against the passenger door and position myself flush with him, grinding into his hips. Justin is gasping into my mouth, pulling my hips closer and harder.
"God… Justin, how do you feel… so fucking good still?"
"Can't get enough, either… never enough of you."
I don't want to respond with words, but he's right, I don't think I'll ever be done with him. We've only had one night together, though, I can't even think long-term, much less actually say anything that would mean that.
"Brian…home."
And with that Brian nods and backs up from Justin, giving his ass one last squeeze before they both get into the jeep. Neither one stop to think of the word home, the fact that Justin used it in reference to Brian's loft, or the fact that they both knew exactly what Justin meant: the loft.
