Justin comes to Kayla's rescue; his relationship with Brian deepens while Gus becomes even more smitten with his best friend's hero.
Gus stirred in his bed, stretching his arms above his head to wake up more fully. Scrunching his eyes shut briefly in reaction to the bright sunlight flooding into the room, he groaned slightly before rising from the bed to walk into his adjoining bathroom. He had spent an enjoyable evening with Kayla and Tristan last night, despite her 'chick flick' selection in movies, and he had finally returned home late, expecting his father to be waiting up for him when he got home like he normally did. Of course, his father would never admit it was due to him being worried about him; instead, he always seemed to have a need to be 'working late' at his laptop when he came home, but both of them knew it had nothing to do with his father's workaholic regimen.
To his surprise, however, his father hadn't been home when he had arrived last night; in fact, after taking a shower and pulling on his school uniform a few minutes ago, he had peeked inside his father's room to discover that he hadn't come home at all; the bed was completely untouched. He couldn't help smirking then; apparently his father's 'date' had gone very well.
Loosely tying his St. James tie around his neck, he wandered into the kitchen in search of some cereal, just in time to hear his father opening up the loft's door. He peered with amusement at the uncomfortable look on his father's face; he never thought he would ever see their roles reversed and his father having to do a 'walk of shame' at the age of 32, but here he was, looking decidedly guilty as their eyes met from across the room.
Gus pursed his lips together in mock reproach and folded his arms across his chest at the rather unkempt look of his father's hair and clothes. "Good Morning, Young Man," he greeted his dad. "And just where have YOU been all night?"
Brian bestowed a sheepish grin on his face at the parental tone of his son's voice. "Good morning to you, too," he responded wryly.
"That must have been some date," Gus observed as he walked over to the fridge in search of some orange juice.
Brian curled his lips under as he replied simply, "Yup," before sauntering toward his room to get ready for work. He had just enough time for a quick shower and shave before he was due at Kinnetik for an important client meeting in one hour. A certain blond had practically attacked him the moment he knew he was awake earlier, and after a marathon round of fucking it had been all he could do to gather his clothing and rush out of Justin's apartment before he was tempted to just shuck the whole day and stay in bed with him.
Taking a couple of swigs out of the quart juice bottle, Gus plopped the container back into the fridge and slammed the door shut before yelling after him, "Well, I'll give you a free pass this morning since you're obviously in a hurry, but tonight after the game you are going to tell me all the details!"
"FINE!" Brian yelled back good-naturedly as he grabbed a suit, tie, and shirt from the closet and a pair of briefs from his top dresser drawer. "As long as you handle it!" he added as an afterthought as he thought he heard his son snort in reaction. Grinning as he reflected on the incredible evening - and night - he had had with Justin, he rushed into the bathroom to begin getting ready.
"Later!" Gus yelled over to his father as he hurriedly picked up his backpack and keys. "Don't forget about the game, Dad!"
"Yeah, okay, I won't!" Brian yelled back just before Gus shut the door behind him and rushed out. If he was going to get to Gus's game tonight on time, he had to start his meetings right on schedule, and he was already running behind. Cursing under his breath for falling under the "Justin spell," he hurriedly started the water for his shower.
Drumming his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, Gus waited outside Kayla's house. He sighed heavily; she was late as usual. She had popped her head out her bedroom window a few minutes ago, shouting down to him that she would 'be right there,' which, in Kayla's universe, normally meant at least another 15-minute wait. If they didn't leave soon, though, they would be late for school and he would risk having to sit on the bench during the big game tonight; that was something he was simply unwilling to do. "Kayla, come on!" he muttered as he glanced up at the side door, trying to will his best friend to appear.
Finally deciding he would have to get out of the car and go retrieve her, he opened the driver's side door and left it slightly ajar, observing a boy who - at least from the waist down - appeared to be Tristan working on his latest old fixer-upper. Walking up to him he called out, "Hey!"
"Ow! Shit!" he heard Tristan exclaim as he hit his head against the undercarriage of the car. Gus watched as the other boy slid out from the car on a wooden, wheeled creeper, rubbing his head where he had hit it. Tristan sat up on the rolling device and eyed Gus in mock irritation, his heart hammering in his chest. Even in his school uniform, the dark-haired, lanky boy was still a sight to behold. He smiled up at Gus dryly, squinting a little in the sunlight. "That's twice in a row. You really know how to scare a guy, don't you?"
Gus smiled down at him with a shrug. "Sorry," he said with a laugh. "I just wanted to know if you were coming to the game tonight with Kayla."
Tristan feigned indifference as he picked at a piece of imaginary lint on his shirt.
"Of course; it's a big game," he explained nonchalantly as if it were a silly question; inside, though, his stomach was fluttering. "Everybody always comes to the big games."
"Great! I'll see you there, then," Gus responded with a nod, inexplicably excited about the idea of the other boy being in the stands to watch him play.
Tristan smiled warmly. "Definitely. Just play the way that you played with me the other day and I'm sure your team will win," he assured him, making Gus blush over his confidence in him. His mind drifted back to the memory of that night a few days ago when he and Tristan had played one-on-one. Once more, he wondered if there had been more to that encounter than met the eye; or had he just been jumping to conclusions? He didn't have much of a chance to ponder it for any length of time, however, as he heard the side door bang shut just then and Kayla come rushing up to him, her coarse red hair flying out behind her.
Slinging her backpack over her right shoulder, she looked from her friend to her brother; both of them seemed practically glued to the spot as they wordlessly stared at each other. Frowning, she placed her hands on her hips impatiently.
"Well? What you waiting for? Let's get going! You want to be late?"
Tristan shared an amused smile with Gus as Kayla's best friend rolled his eyes. He let out an indignant breath and shook his head.
"I'll see you tonight," he told Tristan who nodded.
"Get your ass moving, Kinney; you can't be late on game day!" Kayla grabbed her friend's upper arm and began to tug him toward Gus's Jeep.
"Oh, brother," Gus replied with a grin as he allowed her to lead him over to the vehicle. Just before he slid inside and moved to close the driver's side door, Tristan called out to him.
"Good luck tonight!" he told him as Gus nodded. Tristan watched the Jeep back out of the driveway and drive off before, with one last, thoughtful glance, he lay down onto the creeper and slid back under the car to resume his work.
Brian watched Kinnetik's latest acquisition exit the conference room, pleased with how well the morning had gone. Three new clients had resulted from three consecutive business meetings, two of which were multi-million accounts. As he perched himself on the edge of the oval, wooden conference table watching his employees slowly filtering out of the room, however, he was surprised to realize that his mind wasn't focused on the wealth these new clients would undoubtedly bring to his company, but rather on a slender, blond, intelligent and fascinating dynamo who had nearly worn him out in bed last night.
Smiling at the thought - and still vividly recalling what their night together had felt like - he forced himself to wait a few more minutes until everyone had left the room before he reached inside his suit pocket to retrieve his cellphone and place a call. His heart sped up slightly as he heard the phone ring and a familiar voice answering shortly afterward.
He could almost hear the smile in Justin's voice as he quietly answered, "Hey, you."
"How's it going?" Brian asked, his own voice changing at the sound of his lover's voice. "How are you?" He wondered fleetingly what made him say that; he would have never asked a guy how he felt before. He normally didn't give a shit WHAT they thought, or how they felt. They were merely a simple diversion and convenience to him. Just what was happening to him?
"You mean besides being sad that someone had to leave too early this morning without giving me a proper goodbye?"
Brian's dick twitched at the thought of just what sort of 'goodbye' they should have had. "I had to get to work, Sunshine," he scolded him gently. "Despite your innumerable talents, fucking in your bed doesn't pay the bills."
He heard a soft chuckle as Justin offered, "Well, I can pay you next time; how much would that buy me?"
"Hmm...That will have to be determined by what you're offering. How about we do lunch to discuss the price?" Brian teased him. He had initially decided he would just eat a light lunch at his desk while he endeavored to get some more work done, but all of a sudden just listening to the sound of Justin's voice made him want to see him again - and made him absolutely ravenous to get a Sunshine fix.
Justin grinned. "I think that could be arranged, but I thought you could do ME instead of lunch," he replied brazenly, his voice lowering to a sultry tone as he smiled from ear-to-ear.
Brian cleared his throat as he fidgeted; his perfectly tailored, custom dress pants were suddenly feeling way too confining. "Uh, great," he managed to respond after a few seconds, wondering if Justin could tell what he was doing to him. "I'll text you later where to meet me, but I have to go now before you get a big head." He rolled his lips under as he realized what he had said. "And don't say it..."
Justin laughed. "I wouldn't think of it." He paused for a moment, his voice softening as he replied, "I'll see you soon, then." He paused for just a second before he added, "I'll be thinking about you." He found that his heart was bursting with anticipation. He was afraid for a moment that Brian had disconnected their call when he didn't hear anything else until he heard his lover finally whisper, "Me, too. Later."
Justin's face broke out into a delighted smile. "Later," he whispered back as he broke off their call.
Gus pulled into the first available spot at the high school and turned the vehicle off, glancing over at his normally ebullient friend who had become uncharacteristically quiet as they got closer to St James. He could see Kayla nervously biting her thumb, a bad habit she had long ago abandoned but had apparently resurrected today, and her breathing was uneven and shallow. He frowned with concern. "What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah" she said dismissively, trying to put on a brave face as she pulled the door open and got out of the Jeep. She froze, however, as she observed some cheerleaders walking past the vehicle toward school, eyeing her as they whispered to each other. After that horrid episode with "Owen the Asshole," it seemed like the entire school was talking about what had happened. Not only that, her name was seemingly plastered all over everyone's Facebook account now, and not in a positive light. Her friends had showed her some absolutely scathing messages that had been posted, mainly by the jocks and their girlfriends, and now she felt like everyone's eyes were following her wherever she went. Normally she was unruffled by such events, but this seemed to be much more hateful than anything she had ever encountered before, and she found herself feeling awkward and vulnerable as a result.
Sensing his friend's anxiety, Gus got out of the car and peered over at her. "Come here," he murmured. He held out his hand as Kayla walked around her side of the vehicle and accepted his grasp, allowing herself to be pulled into his comforting embrace. Placing his arm around her shoulder a few seconds later, he led her protectively as they walked toward the front entrance. She snuggled into her friend's strong grip, burrowing her head into his shoulder to try and avoid all the eyes staring at her as they neared the entrance, when all of a sudden they heard a familiar voice calling out to them from behind.
"Gus! Kayla, wait!" Justin cried out as they turned around to face him. Justin rushed up to their side, slightly out of breath.
"Hey, Justin," Gus greeted him quietly, his arm still tightly around his friend's shoulder as he hugged her close. For once he wasn't concentrating on the beautiful boy whose blue eyes were drilling into his, but rather on his friend who was trembling slightly against his body.
Justin glanced around at all the other students staring over at them. "Did I miss something? Why is everyone staring at you two like you're some kind of Zombies?"
Gus sighed in irritation. "It's that idiot, Owen. Ever since the other day, he seems to have made it his mission in life to make Kayla's life miserable. He's gotten most of the jocks and their friends to attack her on their Twitter and Facebook accounts after she put him in his place the other day." He let out an aggravated breath. "You know how it is when you're some big-shot athlete; everyone does what you ask and believes whatever you say. Who knows what else he's been saying behind her back?" he muttered angrily.
"Son of a bitch!" Justin growled in contempt. As he glared at the other students continuing to stare at Kayla and watched them gossiping amongst themselves like a pack of jackals, an idea occurred to him. Owen may be an important part of the basketball team and highly regarded for his athletic talent - although apparently he had nothing between his ears - but Gus was also highly respected as one of the lead players on the team as well. And he was aware that many of the students admired him for his I Don't Give a Fuck attitude; not to mention that he had a kick-ass bike that everyone envied. To him, that made for a much more attractive combination than any lie Owen could concoct. It was time to put his plan into action and find out.
He smirked over at the two friends as he asked, "I think I have an idea to make everything okay again - and make Owen look like the asshole that he is. Do you trust me?"
Gus and Kayla exchanged looks before Kayla nodded silently, wondering what he had in mind. She soon found out.
"Come on!" Justin encouraged her as he grabbed her wrist and began to pull her towards his bike parked nearby. He could see the eyes of all the others on him and Kayla as they arrived at his bike and he pulled his helmet on.
"Get on!" he urged her as he slid atop the black, leather seat and handed her an extra helmet hanging on the back of the bike.
"What?!" she exclaimed, her mouth hanging open and her heart hammering in her chest. She had always wanted to ride a motorcycle, but she had never had the chance. Did Justin want her to ditch school? Was that his plan to improve things? She wasn't sure if that would necessarily help her status among the rest of her classmates, but it might be a hell of a lot of fun, though. "I don't know..."
Justin huffed. "Just do it! You said you trusted me!"
Kayla glanced over at Gus, thinking he looked a little confused himself; almost jealous. She imagined at that moment that he wished HE was the one who was about to take a ride with Justin instead of her. But finally he gave her an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement as she let out a deep breath to calm herself and, tugging the helmet down over her cascade of red hair, she latched the strap under her chin and climbed on behind Justin to place her hands timidly around his waist.
"Hold on tight!" she heard him caution her just before he kick-started the bike and make a show of revving the rumbling motor with the handle grip. A few seconds later, Kayla felt a jolt as the bike bolted from its place in the parking lot and took off like a rocket. She hurriedly grabbed onto Justin's waist tightly as all of a sudden, he accelerated and the front tire left the ground and she found herself holding on for dear life as he did a wheelie.
She screamed in half-fear, half excitement as the bike's front wheel came crashing back down onto the pavement and Justin aimed straight for a group of gawkers nearby; they quickly scattered out of the way as other students peered down from the school's windows to see what the commotion was all about. Justin smiled behind his helmet as he steered straight for the front steps next.
"What the hell is he doing?" one of the students screamed as the group watched while he sped up and, using the side handicap ramp leading up to the entrance, he accelerated just enough to fly over the steps and come crashing safely back down on the other side, just like a modern version of Evil Knievel.
"Yeah!" he yelled out in delight over the adrenalin rush as he landed the bike deftly on the other side on both wheels and came to an abrupt stop; he fishtailed the bike around to triumphantly face the other students who seemed to be frozen in place now by his demonstration, clearly in awe of his skills. "What a rush!" He glanced up to stare back at several students hanging out of the open windows on the top two floors now, openly ogling the spectacle below as they clapped in appreciation.
Once she was firmly back on solid ground, Kayla unhooked her helmet and pulled it off, a beaming smile breaking out on her face as she noticed that she and Justin were clearly the center of attention.
"Watch this," Justin whispered to her as he dismounted from the still-idling bike. He reached over long enough to help Kayla down from the vehicle, shrugging out of his helmet before giving her a peck on the cheek. Turning to face the now curious, teeming crowd, he smirked. "Now that I have all of your attention, Kayla is having a birthday blowout at her house tomorrow night while her mom's away. I'm definitely planning on being there - it should be a blast! So if you want to be invited, you'd better start kissing some serious ass right now!"
Peering over at a nearby group of cheerleaders who were whispering and giggling amongst themselves, Justin grinned at them with his most seductive smile, his blond hair blowing rebelliously in the light breeze and framing his blue eyes to perfection. "Maybe if you're lucky, girls, you'll get a ride on my bike, too," he told them with a gleam in his eye. A few of them blushed in response, while one sighed almost dreamily as she batted her eyes and flirted outrageously with him.
Winking at them, he pulled his helmet back on and quickly jumped back on his bike. "Later!" he told the crowd as he gunned the motor and once more bolted from his parking space toward the entrance; he smiled as he glanced over to observe several students rushing up to Kayla to talk to her, Gus hanging back a few steps away. In a few seconds, all that could be heard was the monstrous rumbling of his bike's motor as he quickly disappeared out of sight.
Gus's mouth hung open in surprise; where was Justin going? He had just gotten here. Apparently he WAS ditching class. For a moment, he wished he had had the nerve to run over and jump on the back of Justin's bike in hopes he would take him with him, but he knew that would spoil the little impromptu ruse Justin had just constructed, and he would probably wind up being reported to the principal and being banned from playing in the big game tonight. Reluctantly, then, he turned back to his best friend who grasped his sleeve and pulled him aside, away from the murmuring crowd that had gathered.
"A party?" she whispered to him. "Is he insane? It's not even my birthday! What does he think he's doing? My brother will never agree to that while our mother's away!" Despite his brother's coolness, sometimes Tristan could be even worse watching over her than their mother was.
Gus smiled at her as he watched other students walking toward them, no doubt wanting to get in on the action. "No one has to know," he told her, waggling his eyebrows just like his father always did. "I think he's a fucking genius! Look how everyone is scrambling to get your attention now! Think about it! Your mom will be gone; they'll be plenty of hot babes there for your brother, and booze! What more can you ask for? Just enjoy it!"
"How about a real birthday?" she reminded her as he grinned back at her. It sounded good; yeah, almost too good to be true. And the part about Tristan having lots of hot babes to ogle; well, she wasn't going to get into that with Gus at the moment. For now, she had other issues to worry about. But it seemed that Gus was right; everyone's attitude had taken a 180-degree turn - well, almost everyone; she had no idea how Owen would take this latest chain of events.
It WAS nice to have people clambering for her attention now, though. She finally nodded back at him with a tentative smile, flinging her hair around behind her like a movie diva as she flashed nearby students a dazzling, prom-queen smile.
As Gus watched her work the crowd like a pro, he grinned as he thought of Justin's stunt a short while ago. The boy was amazing! He had managed to completely turn around what had started out as a shitty day for his best friend; Kayla had been transformed from a fearful mess into a confident 'belle of the ball,' and it was all thanks to Justin. He watched Kayla laugh at something one of the jocks next to her said before he whipped out his cellphone from his jacket pocket and quickly texted a short note of thanks to Justin for what he had done, reminding him about the game later tonight. Now that he had accomplished the nearly impossible, Gus couldn't wait to show off a little for him on the basketball court. Two could play that game, he decided with a smile.
He waited impatiently for the next thirty minutes until he finally received an answering text from Justin, right in the middle of class. Feeling his phone vibrate in in his pocket, he stole a glance at it in biology class, just long enough to read his answering response:
Wouldn't miss it. CU then.
Forcing himself not to grin like a fool, he quietly slid the phone back into his pocket, keeping his hand curled around it to reassure himself that he wasn't imagining the message he had just received.
Brian brushed his hand through his thick mop of hair, letting out a deep breath of relief between his lips. The meeting that had just concluded had almost been totally fucked up; it would have been, if it hadn't been for some fancy footwork on his part to save the campaign. His newest employee in the art department had totally misunderstood his directives for font size and type, and only some quick thinking on his part and promises to oversee the changes himself had prevented one of their best clients from choosing to use another advertising firm. He had managed to schmooze them enough that while they hadn't left completely happy, they were confident enough in his integrity and reputation to agree to stay with him for the foreseeable future, and had given him a week to make the necessary corrections. Before he returned to his office, he had made sure to inform his Art Department Manager that he needed to find another graphic artist to replace the one that was he was going to fire before the end of the day.
Rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, he glanced over at his chrome desk clock, noting there were still a few hours left until his lunch time - encounter? date? tryst? rendezvous? - with Justin. He wasn't quite sure WHAT to call it; all he knew, though, was that he needed to see him. Justin had somehow become like a drug to him, and after that last meeting, he needed a fix NOW.
Pulling his cellphone out, he flipped it open to note that he had received two unread messages; the first one was from his son earlier that morning. He laughed softly as he read what it said:
Don't forget about the game tonight. And we still need to talk about your crush, Dad. I mean, seriously? We may need to put you on a curfew. Love U ~ Gus.
His heart quickened as he noticed the other one was from Justin. He frowned in confusion, however, as he read the cryptic message:
Look outside your window.
Brian tried not to get his hopes up as he pushed back from his leather desk chair and walked over to the window that overlooked the street outside; his eyes lit up as he recognized Justin sitting on a worn, wooden bench located directly across the street where a small, neighborhood park was situated; he had spent many a day over there at lunchtime, enjoying the shade that several maple trees provided from the midday heat as he ate a light meal. He noticed Justin's bike parked several feet away at the curb, two helmets hanging over the back seat rest. In his lover's grasp was a sketchpad; he watched as Justin's graceful fingers flew over the paper as he apparently drew something that had caught his attention.
Justin's heart sped up as he heard his cellphone ringing; he carefully but quickly set his sketchpad down before reaching for his phone, lifting his head to observe Brian standing in front of the large, expansive window directly across the street. He couldn't help beaming over at him in pleasure as he answered the call. "Finally! Don't you ever check your phone?" he teased as he twirled a graphite pencil between his fingers.
Even from several feet away, he could see Brian's lips curl under as he replied, "What are you doing here, you brat? You're not stalking me, are you, Sunshine?"
He watched Brian's lips moving as he spoke, thinking about much better uses for them as he explained, "Well, I had a change in plans this morning, so it just so happens that I'm free at the moment. When you didn't answer right way, though, I considered just sending you another text that said never mind and riding away, but I thought that might be a little weird." He saw Brian smile at him as he added with a grin, "So I decided to just wait until my Juliet came to the window instead."
Brian snorted at the pet name. "Well, if anyone is a Juliet, it's you, Sunshine. You're the one with the blond hair blowing in the wind, not me."
Justin laughed. "Then I guess that makes you my Romeo, doesn't it?"
He was somewhat surprised that instead of a snappy comeback, Brian answered softly instead, "I guess it does."
Brian rolled his eyes as Justin beamed back at him in reaction to his response. "So what are you going to do now, Juliet? I have another meeting before I can break for lunch," he told him, a hint of regret in his voice. "There's no way I can cancel it." To be so close to Justin - to be able to see him but not touch him and kiss him - was driving him crazy with desire. But this client coming up was the most important one of all; there was no possible way he could just blow it off and shove him off onto someone else to handle.
To his relief, Justin smiled in understanding. "I'll wait," he promised him. "I'd much rather spend the time with you, but I'm enjoying just sketching street scenes and the people going by; take your time. I'm sure you're a very busy man."
"Not to mention hot," Brian couldn't help adding. He grinned as Justin laughed in reaction, easing his regret just a little over not being able to join him right away. "Okay, I'll see you in a bit," he promised him softly.
Justin nodded. "Farewell, then, Romeo; parting is such..."
"Yeah, yeah, spare me," Brian quipped as Justin grinned. "Or I'll bring some hemlock with me to spike your drink with at lunch." He smiled over at him before gently flipping his phone closed; taking a moment to savor the picture of his beautiful lover sitting on the park bench - beauty surrounded by more beauty - he finally turned around with great reluctance and walked back over to his desk, purposefully forcing himself to concentrate on his laptop and not the more pleasurable reunion coming up soon.
One Hour Later...
Suit jacket discarded back at his office suite, a more casual Brian hurried across the street to where Justin was still perched on the park bench, right where he had last seen him; a crowd of people were circled around him like he was a pop star of some sort, watching him sketching a young, blond-haired woman sitting next to him with a baby girl cradled in her arms.
He smiled as he stood quietly several feet away, observing the fascinated looks on everyone's faces as they stood behind or to the side of Justin, watching him finishing up a pencil sketch of the young mother and her child. He was concentrating so intently on what he was doing that he hadn't even noticed Brian joining the rest of the group.
"Here you go," Justin finally announced with a smile as he gently tore the sketch away from the pad and handed it to her.
The woman's eyes lit up as a broad smile of delight broke out all over her face when she got a chance to finally see the finished product. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed as her daughter burbled something unintelligible in her arms. "This is gorgeous! How much do I owe you?"
Justin blushed over the accolade. "Nothing," he murmured, his face tinted with pink over the unexpected compliment. "It was my pleasure."
Brian felt his heart lurch; he could tell that Justin meant that, too. And from what he could see of the drawing, it was exquisite.
"Thank you so much," he heard the beaming mother reply gratefully as she rose from her seat next to him, carefully sliding the drawing into a flap at the back of her stroller perched nearby. As Justin nodded a goodbye to her and she placed her child in the stroller to walk away, someone else called out, "It's my turn now!"
Brian could help crinkling his nose in disgust at the site of a bratty looking toddler standing next to an older woman with severe features and a haughty expression on her face. Apparently his Juliet needed rescuing.
"I'm sorry to break up this little art appreciation class, but I think I have this young artist booked for the next hour," Brian informed everyone as Justin looked over at him in shock, surprised to find him there.
Justin smiled over at him and nodded both in relief as well as pleasure, his pulse speeding up at the mere sight of his lover with his dress shirt sleeves casually rolled up and his tousled, devil-may-care hair blowing in the wind. God, he was so handsome!
He eyed the crowd ruefully. "Sorry," he apologized to the disappointed group as he closed his sketchpad and placed it down on the bench. Sensing that no more drawings would be forthcoming, the crowd slowly began to dissipate as Brian walked over to sweep him up into a tight embrace and hold him close, relishing the feeling of having Justin back in his arms again.
Finally, after several seconds, he murmured against Justin's head, "You ready to go now?"
Justin pulled back to peer up into his eyes. He smiled with a nod. "Yeah, but I was thinking - why don't we take a ride on my bike?"
Brian's eyes sparkled at the lascivious thought. "You mean, you, me, and my cock wedged up against your ass?" He didn't even realize he was unconcerned about his thousand-dollar suit being wrinkled; the idea of a little 'motorcycle foreplay' was just too damn tantalizing to resist.
Justin laughed. "Yeah, that's the idea."
Brian grinned. "I think I can handle that," he announced as he brazenly reached down to squeeze the globes of Justin's ass through his denim jeans. "What about you?"
Justin bit his lip at the feeling of Brian's possessive boldness as he finally managed to reply with a fairly even tone of voice, "Only one way to find out; let's mount up," he declared as Brian laughed.
"So outspoken, Juliet!" he retorted as Justin grinned, placing his hands on Brian's biceps to stand on his tiptoes and steal a quick kiss from him in response before they broke apart to walk over to Justin's bike parked at the curb. His lover handed him one of the helmets perched on the seat rest as they both tugged one over their heads, Brian temporarily regretting the covering of the shaggy, blond hair that he knew was so soft to the touch.
Climbing onto the bike, Justin scooted up in the long, narrow seat to allow Brian to swing his legs up and over behind him, placing his shorter legs on the footrest in front of the longer ones. As Justin kick started the bike and it roared to life, Brian slid his arms around Justin's waist, linking them firmly at his belly as Justin scooted back just enough to join their bodies together almost as one. If anyone had noticed his action, they would have thought it was accidental or being done for better balance, but both men knew it was much more than that.
Justin found himself completely pushed up against Brian and was loving every moment of it; the feel of his strong arms holding him in his embrace was both reassuring as well as extremely arousing. As he pulled out into the middle of the street and took off, he realized he had no idea where they were going exactly, but at that moment he didn't care. He always got a large rush of adrenalin when riding his bike, but to be sharing one of his greatest passions with his lover made it all the more exhilarating.
Deciding he was going to take advantage of whatever time they had together, he pushed down on the throttle to speed up, heading toward his apartment. It would have been nice to enjoy the warm weather in the park, but the sort of 'lunch' he had in mind demanded more privacy. Something told him, though, that Brian wouldn't mind.
Same Time...
As soon as the 4th period bell sounded, Gus hurried out of his classroom in search of his best friend, wondering how her morning had gone since Justin's 'performance' earlier. He grinned as he noticed her rushing up to him out of breath, her face flushed and a beaming smile on her face.
"I just love my life!" was her greeting.
Gus laughed. "That's quite a turnaround, Lady Gaga."
Kayla laughed. "You were right; Justin IS a freaking genius!"
Gus grinned as he thought about what Justin had done for her; the fact that he was willing to do that to help his best friend served to raise his opinion of him even higher.
"I know...," he responded softly. "He's really something, isn't he?"
She nodded animatedly, her eyes shining. "Everyone is begging me to come, telling me about all these cool presents they're going to buy me and looking at my Facebook page and friending me! All compliments!" she said excitedly.
"I'm happy for you," Gus told her sincerely, curling his arm around her shoulder. He didn't dwell on whether Kayla's popularity would last or not; he knew how fickle so-called friends could be sometimes, so he only hoped that their desire to be friends with her would last beyond one kick-ass party. If they started dissing her again afterward, though, they would have HIM to answer to, he vowed.
Kayla's eyes widened. "Oh, I have something so weird to tell you," she told him mysteriously with a slight smile.
"What?"
"I texted Tristan about the party, and you were right. He thought it was a great idea. But then he told me - wait, let me find it..." She flipped her phone open to locate the message to show it to Gus.
"He said If Gus is coming, I have no problem with it." A suspicion was beginning to slowly form in her mind, but she decided not to voice it aloud. "Isn't that strange?" she said instead to gauge her friend's reaction. Did he suspect, too?
Gus shrugged. "He probably wants me there because he knows I can help him keep everybody from getting drunk and trashing the place. We'll have to do some major cleaning up before your mom gets home in a few days," he reminded her.
She nodded, not convinced that was the real reason; apparently Gus was oblivious to what she thought the REAL reason was. "You're probably right," she answered him with a smile. "You being responsible at a party sounds just like you."
Gus promptly poked her in the ribs as she squealed and bent over in reaction. "Shut up, bitch!" he quipped with a grin as he playfully pushed her away and she giggled. "Just for helping you out, you can buy me lunch now," he announced as she rolled her eyes.
Fifteen Minutes Later...
"What are we doing here, Sunshine?" Brian asked as they pulled up in the driveway of Justin's apartment building. Of course, he really didn't need an answer to that question; it was pretty obvious. He liked the way Justin thought...
Justin turned off the bike and shrugged out of his helmet; his blond hair stuck to his scalp at various angles as he shook his head vigorously to dislodge some of the damp strands. Brian thought that with his black, leather jacket and mussed up hair Justin was sexy as hell, and his cock definitely took notice as his lover dismounted deftly from the bike and turned to face him and he pulled his own helmet off to peer over at him.
"Well, I was thinking we could order some take out," Justin explained with a naughty smile, the helmet clutched in his hand.
Brian rolled his tongue into his cheek, not wanting to make it TOO easy on him as he plastered a concerned look on his face. He glanced down at his Rolex to make a show of checking the time. "I'll be late coming back from lunch, and I have a meeting in..."
"I'll get you back in time," Justin hastily interrupted him. "I can move pretty fast around traffic on my bike," he assured him. "But the longer we stand out here, the more time we're wasting when we could be doing something else."
Brian couldn't help the smile from spreading over his face as he hung the helmet over the seat rest and pulled Justin into his arms. "You're a very smart man, Juliet," he murmured huskily as he heard Justin snort in reaction. He nuzzled his cheek against the soft skin of his lover's face, his mind inexplicably wandering to that ridiculously romantic quote from Shakespeare:
O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!
"I couldn't agree more," he whispered, a hitch in his voice as he pulled back to stare into the expansive blue eyes that seemed to bore right into his soul and go on forever. "Let's go upstairs."
"Where are you off to now?" Kayla asked Gus as they exited the cafeteria thirty-minutes later.
Gus sighed. "Geometry class. Then I have to get over to the gym for practice for the game tonight."
Kayla bit her lip, her previous euphoria fading as they both realized what that meant. Gus wasn't the ONLY one who would be attending the practice. All of the team was required to be there - including Owen.
