Chapter 13
Meanwhile… a little closer than they should be…
"Michael, do you really think it's a good idea to come by unannounced?"
"Why not? You were gonna come over anyway, and I want to see how Brian is doing."
"Why would you need to check on Brian. I'm pretty sure after last night that he's doing just fine, better than fine actually. Certainly better than me, my Drewsie is still out of town, and there's only so much action my little ole hands can fulfill."
"I told you Brian was at the diner this morning, and he just didn't seem well."
"Yes, you still haven't explained that completely. He was absolutely fine last night, more than fine if that hot little blond had anything to say about it."
"He was with that blond last night?"
"You know Justin?"
"What?... Oh… is that the blonds name? Well I saw them last night, but I didn't think, you know at the time…"
"Michael, you have to get over this sweetie. You have a wonderful husband in Ben, and you didn't see Brian with Justin last night. I think Justin's really the one baby. You gotta let Brian go and be happy with how Brian wants to be happy."
"What's Ben have to do with this? I know Brian will never be what I want him to be, I just want to see Brian, okay? I only got one dance last night before he disappeared again. We haven't hung out in a while, and I just…"
"Okay, sweetie, I get it. The big bad's hard to get over, huh? I wish you'd rethink this though. I gotta feeling that we shouldn't be here without calling first."
"You were gonna come over anyway."
"True, but I was gonna call first. Somebody made me come over without warning."
"Brian doesn't need warning for his friends to come over. Brian's home alone, and even if he has a trick in there, it's not like we haven't seen it before."
"Speak for yourself, I've never walked in on Brian, it's rude to walk in on someone fucking."
"Umm, Em, you go to the backroom, too."
"Oh, psh-aw… that's not what I meant, and you know it. How would you feel about Brian or me walking in on you and Ben fucking."
"That's different, Ben and I love each other, and Brian wouldn't do that."
"Then how is this different?"
"Because Brian doesn't do relationships, and even if someone is up there with him, there's no way it's more than a quick fuck."
All this time they were walking up to Brian's floor where Michael quietly unlocked the door. Emmett was still sure that they shouldn't be doing this, but convincing Michael to change his mind was almost as bad as trying to convince Brian to change his mind. As soon as the door was opened he knew they had made a mistake, although he was pretty sure Michael didn't think so.
Michael was so lost when it came to Brian. He had permanent blinders on. Emmett had never been in serious relationships before, until he met Drew, but he knew people, he knew couples and he knew that they had just walked in on something that no one else should be sharing. And clueless, oblivious Michael looked like he just won the lottery at the possibility of seeing Brian fucking. Emmett was preparing himself for any number of outcomes from this, and decided to respect Brian's privacy as much as possible.
As Michael, slowly, and as quietly as possible made his way over to the bedroom, where it was clear that Brian was fucking someone… in Michaels ears… Emmett set down what he brought with him on Brian's desk and stayed clear of the openings to Brian's bedroom, hoping to dash out as soon as possible. He'd call or text Brian later that he was happy for him though. Michael may not know who Justin is, but Emmett did, and that moan was definitely Justin. And Justin was definitely not receiving at the moment. Way to go baby, he thought. Congratulations are definitely in order… later, much later, and maybe out of Michael's presence.
Speaking of Michael, he had just made it close enough to the bedroom to see in without being noticed. He was hoping for a glimpse of Brian with a trick. Brian was so beautiful and sexy when he was fucking. He didn't recognize the other voice and knew that Brian wouldn't be with that blond anymore. He probably found someone else after taking him home. He didn't know what prompted Brian to say all those things in the diner, or what Debbie and Ben were seeing, he knew Brian would never change.
But as he saw Brian, he froze, his breath caught, his heart plummeted, and his brain… he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't focus, didn't know what to do. This was… so beyond anything he could have… this wasn't his Brian.
Justin was laying on the bed, on his back, knees up, pushing his hips up to meet Brian. Justin's cock was deep inside Brian, who was loving being inside this wonderful man, the man he loved so much already, so quickly, it was unfathomable. Brian was riding him, slowly, torturously, moving around till he found his own prostate then ground and bounced even faster. Justin could barely breathe at the stimulating sensations from watching and feeling Brian on him, around him.
Justin knew he had a bubble butt and that is got admired everywhere, but Brian's ass was absolutely perfect. Not too round, not flat at all, tight, really fucking tight heat, and watching the pleasure pour off Brian in waves, knowing his cock was doing that, it was something he was going to capture on canvas the moment he had time, and absolutely no one but the beautiful sex god on top of him would see it.
Brian couldn't believe the feelings and sensations of bottoming again. He couldn't believe the feelings that it being Justin doing this for him. Justin was still in control, in a sense, but that fact that Justin wanted Brian to ride him. He knew how hot he looked while fucking, and he definitely knew how hot Justin looked, but Justin letting him ride him gave Brian as much control as possible.
It had really been years since he'd bottomed, and it hurt when he finally had sunk down on Justin's cock. He didn't let either of them prepare him, but he did put tons of lube on Justin's sheathed cock. That first look of rapture on Justin's face as Brian's heat surrounded him was enough justification for Brian. And as Brian started relaxing and moving he knew that bottoming had never felt this good. And then Justin started matching his movements by thrusting up into him, mouth open, eyes wide open, hands touching every inch of available reachable skin. Brian was lost, he knew he'd made the right decision in letting Justin fuck him.
Justin was so enjoying the vision that was Brian on top of him, but he had to bite his tongue to prevent saying anything that might scare Brian away. So he let his hands and body talk. He reached up to pull Brian down so he could kiss that amazing mouth. Both men groaning at the change in position; his prostate was still being hit, but there was no longer a change in pressure, just constant pressure as he kissed Justin back with abandon, grinding down on Justin's cock.
Brian's cock was pressed between them, but it still wasn't enough pressure. Just as he thought this Justin reached between them and started stroking Brian's cock, paying close attention to the tip and the dripping pre-come there. Justin pulled back to look in Brian's eyes as he stroked, all while his hips still moving in and out of Brian. They're eyes said everything they didn't want to voice. They were both close, they both knew it. Brian sat back up quickly, closed his eyes at the change in position and fucked himself on Justin's cock, torn between the feeling of Justin in his ass and Justin's hand on his cock.
"God, Brian… you're beautiful… so fucking hot… come on me, please… come with me."
And with that Brian let himself go, right before feeling Justin come too. He couldn't hold back the words that he'd been fighting any longer. Not with that powerful orgasm, and with this amazing man under him. "I love you!"
Tears broke out in Justin's eyes as he was still riding his high from their shared orgasm. Whether Brian meant them or not, those words, just the thought behind them was enough for Justin. Brian collapsed on top of Justin, Justin's softening cock still held in place as he ran his hands through Brian's hair. Neither of them paying attention to anything other than each other and their looks of complete bliss and contentment on their faces. Neither of them noticed the little figure retreating into the living of the loft, lost in his own pity and fear and pain. Neither of them seeing the other tall man pulling him back against him, holding him, letting the other man's tears silently fall.
Brian's brain seemed to kick back in once his post-coital haze cleared a little. He moved off Justin, removed the condom and threw it away (no more pile, they moved the trash can), but surprised both himself and Justin when he laid back down almost on top of Justin. He was stroking back Justin's hair, looking into his eyes, wondering what to say now, but being lost. He had no idea what to do next, or what Justin would do.
In the quiet moment between them, the quiet in the loft, both their senses came back to fully functioning, and realized that they weren't alone. Brian's first thought should have been panic, but it wasn't, nor was it fear. It was anger, at the damnedest thing too… that anyone other than him should have seen Justin this way, or him for that matter. Then he heard a sniffle and knew, without a doubt, who it was. He heard some fading footsteps, two sets, interesting…. No way were they going to get away from him right now. He turned from Justin, only his face, and said one word, "stop." It wasn't that loud, it wasn't that forceful, but the power behind that one word would have been enough to even stop Gus.
Brian looked back down at Justin, even more lost than before. The soft, sweet, kind look that Justin was giving him was enough to make his heart melt a little more and realized that no matter what had to be said, if anything, he would gladly do it with this man at his side. In a quiet voice Justin spoke so hopefully the people out in the living room wouldn't hear him.
"Well, somehow I don't think that re-using the towels is such a good idea."
Brian had to chuckle at that. Leave it to Justin to bring up something as silly as what to wear and not wearing towels when he was ready to yell and punch, and maybe just a little running away.
Brian's eyes kept wandering back to the living room, even though he couldn't see anything. He knew they were still there, whoever they were… he just knew the one. He felt Justin's hand bring his face back to him and smiled up at him, his brilliant blue eyes shining like sapphires in the sunlight (great, again with the mushy romantic thoughts, wonderful).
"Hey, I… I don't know if you meant what you said, and maybe you weren't ready to say it, and maybe you aren't ready to hear it. But I'm gonna take a risk here and say it anyway. I love you. I've never believed in love at first site, lust definitely, and I know we fall into that category."
Brian rolls his eyes at this, a little choked up by forgotten and new emotions, unable to respond, so he just places a little kiss on Justin's lips and nods. Justin kisses him back quickly, although he's pretty sure they're done for now, no sense in starting another round with other people here.
"I know this seems to be happening fast, but that doesn't matter. No one said that love had to take months and years, and no one said it couldn't take hours. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or believes. The only person responsible for your happiness is yourself… and that goes for everyone else."
Brian takes a deep breath to compose his voice before responding. "Well I knew you were smart and talented, but I didn't know you were a philosopher."
"There are still many things you don't know about me Mr. Kinney."
"Oh really Mr. Taylor? And would you be willing to share with the class what else I might need to know?"
"With the class? That depends… but with you… whatever you want to know Brian, it's yours."
Brian's expression softens a bit more at that and leans down to kiss Justin again. A kiss that again, told Justin everything he had actually said, but couldn't bring himself to say again.
"Oh, good heavens, baby, let the poor man get up and come out here. Some of us have important things to do today rather than stand here listening to you two make out."
They both chuckle silently at Emmett's interruption.
"He's right you know. Some of us do have important things to do."
"Mmm… I hope I'm part of those important things to do."
"Why, I do believe they are Mr. Taylor."
Justin leans up to kiss Brian again, because he just can't get enough. And if Brian's willingness to still be playful and kiss and (he won't say it) cuddle when two of his friends just clearly overheard Justin fucking him and their shared declarations of love… well, he's gonna kiss Brian again if he damn well feels like it.
"Don't make me come in there Brian. Come on baby, get dressed and let the big bad out of bed so I can get a better look at you without your costume."
"Calm down Honeycutt or we'll come out without getting dressed."
"Oooh! I'd love to see that gorgeous blond without clothes on… what do you say Justin? … and don't call me Honeycutt."
Brian reluctantly gets out of bed and grabs his jeans and shirts from the floor, where he had dumped them last night. He looks over at Justin laying in his bed, enjoying the sight even more now knowing that he'll get to see him a whole lot more. He tries to figure out if he has any lounge pants that will fit Justin, and gets a little lost staring… especially as he sees Justin's cock trying to come back to life.
"Brian… just hand me my pants from yesterday, before I have to pull you down here and fuck you again."
Brian raises his eyebrow in mock anger before he can't help but laugh at that.
"I knew you were a bossy little bottom… should have known you'd be a demanding top."
"For that cock and ass? You better believe it." Justin says huskily as he crawls over to Brian.
"Fuck. You may just turn me into a bottom boy."
"As fun as that would be for my dick, I'm positive my ass will need reminding why you're the top in this relationship, frequently."
He doesn't know if he's pushing yet, or not, but better find out now before facing whatever is they're about to face.
Brian has a moment of panic at that thought. He hands Justin a pair of lounge pants that he actually ordered online and they were shorter than they should have been. He had no idea why he kept them, but seeing Justin put them on, he was very glad he kept them, and apparently his cock was very happy with that sight too. He shook his head to clear both his lustful thoughts and panic and once again, took in the sight of Justin, now just half naked, in his bedroom, right in front of him.
He took Justin in his arms and kissed him once more, telling him that everything will be alright and that neither one of them was going anywhere.
Justin pulled back and winked at Brian before turning, thrusting his ass once into Brian's crotch and proceeded down the stairs straight into the kitchen. He had to will his hard-on away before moving… and hearing Emmett squeal and seeing him join Justin in the kitchen, oohing and aahing over his cute little bubble butt and his gorgeous hair… well, Emmett's sight and voice was more than enough to will his hard-on away. For now.
And now, thinks Brian, time to face the music, or firing squad, as much as he wished Michael would have listened earlier, maybe wittle Mikey needed a visual to finally get the picture. Hopefully what he saw today (even though he shouldn't have, and he'll be changing the code and locks first thing in the morning) will be enough to convince Michael to finally let his teenage dream of what he wanted Brian to be go, and accept that they're both moving on in life, and with other people, that actually make them happy.