Chapter Six
Justin awoke the next morning to an incessant ringing coming from his bedside table. He groaned, rolling over and picking up his cell phone.
"What?" he growled, laying back in his bed. He heard a giggle on the other end of the line.
"Is that any way to talk to your best friend?" a female voice asked him. Despite the early hour and his groggy state of mind, he smiled.
"Hey, Daph! What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing really. How are you?"
"Eh. I'm okay."
"Just okay? From the pictures you e-mailed me, you should be more than okay with that hunk in your house every single day! Has anything else progressed?"
"Nah. Well, kind of. We've fooled around a little bit, but it's mostly just kissing."
"Well, that's better than nothing!"
"Yeah, I know."
"Hey, guess what?"
"I don't know. Tell me."
"I'm coming to visit you! I'm at the airport right now, and my plane's boarding in like half an hour."
"No way! Why didn't you tell me? I'm totally going to the airport to meet you."
"No, Justin, don't do that. I'll be fine, I'll just grab a cab. Besides, I don't think your bodyguard would let you leave the house," she snickered.
"Shut up. Fine. I'll see you when you get here. Call me when you're here, in the city, okay?"
"Of course. I'll talk to you then. See you soon!"
"See you, Daph," Justin said, then closed his phone. He smiled, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, it was 8:35am. He groaned, stretching and getting out of bed. He went into the bathroom attached to his bedroom and brushed his teeth. He fucking hated the feeling of morning breath. He opened his bedroom door and smirked at the scene before him.
Brian was sitting on the couch, that Harry Potter book opened on his lap, a cup of coffee in his hand. Michael was sitting next to him, a Captain Astro comic opened on his lap, a cup of orange juice in his hand. It was a scene out of a movie. Justin chuckled, causing both men to look up.
"Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty," Michael joked, closing his comic book and standing up. Brian snickered and looked back down at his book. Justin rolled his eyes.
"Don't give me that. It's eight fucking thirty in the morning … I should still be sleeping," he said with a smirk.
"Well then, let me get the princess some coffee," Michael said, bowing as he walked out of the room. Justin shook his head, plopping down on the couch next to Brian.
"I never would have pegged you for a Harry Potter kind of guy," he couldn't resist. Brian looked over at him for a second before a smile graced his face and he looked back down at the book.
"Shut up," he said, putting the bookmark in the page he was on, closing the book. Justin just shook his head. "How did you sleep?" Brian asked, setting the book on the table.
"Okay. Better than usual," he said with a smirk. Brian's tongue escaped his mouth, licking his smiling lips as he shook his head. He recalled the night before when he had sent Justin off to bed after a pretty steamy make-out session on the couch.
"Yeah, well …" he shrugged. Justin grinned, reaching out and grabbing the back of Brian's head. "Hey, hey, I have coffee breath, and you have morning breath," Brian protested. Justin shrugged.
"I brushed my teeth, and who cares about coffee breath," he said, then pulled Brian in anyway. Brian didn't resist, reaching his hand out and running it through Justin's soft blonde hair. They heard someone clearing their throat and broke apart, glancing at the doorway.
"Coffee?" Michael asked. Justin offered a smile, and shook his head.
"Thanks, Michael, but I think I'm going to take a shower," he said, glancing at Brian as he said the word 'shower'. Brian raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, well, we're almost out of food here, should I go to the store?" Michael asked, wanting to be helpful. Justin's eyes lit up as he remembered about Daphne.
"Yeah! If you wouldn't mind, that is. My friend Daphne is coming to visit, and she eats almost as much as I do," he informed the other men. Brian snickered.
"Shit, Mikey, you better just buy the whole fucking grocery store," he said, then added "Ow," when Justin whacked him on the arm. Michael laughed, shaking his head.
"No, of course I don't mind. I'll go to the store, stock up on food. Anything in particular?" he asked, grabbing Brian's jeep keys.
"Nah, Daphne's not picky," Justin answered.
"Be careful with the jeep, Mikey," Brian reminded him. Michael rolled his eyes.
"I know, I know," he said, going out the front door and closing it behind him. Justin turned to Brian.
"So … about that shower …" Justin said, getting up and walking backwards towards the bathroom. Brian laughed, standing up and following him.
Inside the bathroom, Justin turned the water on, letting it get warm as he undressed. Brian stood with his back against the door, a smirk on his face as he watched the blonde. Once Justin was completely undressed, Brian pushed himself away from the door and started undressing as well. Justin retreated into the shower, letting the water run over his body while he waited for Brian. He felt arms around him from behind, and he leaned into Brian's embrace.
Brian leaned down, placing kisses on Justin's neck, his hand going lower, until he finally grasped his cock. He heard Justin's groan, and Justin leaned his head back onto Brian's shoulder. Brian moved to kiss Justin's lips, his hand moving faster. He felt more than heard Justin's moans, and frowned when Justin pulled away and pushed his hand off of his cock, turning to face him.
"What-" he started, but was cut off when Justin pressed his lips to his gently.
"Fuck me," Justin said. Brian leaned down and kissed him a little harder, pressing Justin's back against the wall of the shower. He reached one hand down inbetween them and continued stroking Justin's cock a little more. Justin groaned, the sound vibrating into Brian's mouth, and Brian pulled away.
"Condoms?" he asked. Justin opened the shower curtain and reached into the cabinet over the sink, grabbing a packet and handing it to Brian. Brian ripped it open with his teeth, handing it to Justin, who slid it onto the brunette's hard cock. Brian slid his hand around to Justin's ass, slipping a few fingers inside, stretching him open. Justin moaned, clutching Brian's shoulders.
When Brian felt that Justin was ready, he turned him around so he was facing the wall and gripped his hips. He positioned his cock at the blonde's hole, and slowly pushed inside, using the water from the shower as lubrication. Justin hissed at the intrusion, pushing back when he was ready for Brian to move.
Brian held onto Justin's hips, thrusting in and out of his tight ass. Justin's head fell back and rested on Brian's shoulder, giving the older man the opportunity to kiss him, and Brian did so. As Brian kept moving, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, so he reached around and grabbed a hold of Justin's cock, tugging at it.
Justin's breathing quickened and his lips fell away from Brian's. Brian buried his face into Justin's neck, and started thrusting faster, along with moving his hand faster. Justin came first, shooting his load all over the shower wall. His tightening ass muscles caused Brian to groan and go over the edge as well.
Justin collapsed into Brian's chest and Brian held him up. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Brian pulled out and disposed of the condom. They washed each other's hair and bodies, stealing kisses inbetween. Afterwards, they both got dressed and headed out into the kitchen to eat some much needed food.
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Around 1:00pm, Justin's cell phone started to ring again.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey! The plane landed, I got my luggage, and I'm hailing a cab now. I should be at your place in about an hour or so," came Daphne's voice. Justin smiled.
"I really wish you would have let me come pick you up."
"Psht, whatever. I'll be there soon," Daphne said, then hung up. Justin was still smiling as he hung up his phone, and Michael walked in.
"What's with the smile?" Michael asked, sitting down on the couch. Justin shrugged, sitting down next to him.
"Daphne's gonna be here in like an hour," he said. Michael nodded, picking up his comic book.
"Where's Brian?" he asked, flipping through the pages to where he left off that morning.
"He's doing an 'exterior check'," Justin said, holding up his hands and making the quotation marks with his fingers. Michael laughed.
"An 'exterior check', eh? He must be getting all flustered that you're going to have a friend over, and won't be able to devote all your attention to him," he said. Justin blushed.
"Yeah … maybe," he admitted. "I'm gonna go lay down for awhile, okay? Let Brian know when he gets in, so that he's not searching the grounds for me," he rolled his eyes. Michael nodded.
"Will do."
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Knocking on Justin's door woke him from sleep this time. He groaned, rolling over. He glanced at his clock, it was 3:37pm.
"Fuck, I slept too long," he said, standing up and stretching. The knocking continued. "Jesus, come in!" he called, and his door opened. Brian was standing in the doorway.
"Hey. What time was your friend supposed to get here?" he asked.
"She's not here yet?" Justin glanced at the clock on his bedtable. 3:38. He glanced at his watch. 3:38.
"No, she's not," Brian answered. Justin rolled his eyes.
"She probably fucking got lost, or gave the cab driver the wrong address. I told her I should have come got her," he said, taking out his cell phone. He dialed her phone, but there was no answer. "Hmm, there's no answer," he said. He and Brian went into the living room.
"How long ago was she supposed to be here?" Brian asked.
"She was supposed to be here around two/two thirty-ish. Where's Michael?" Justin asked.
"Sleeping so he can get up at midnight," Brian answered. Justin went over to Michael's bedroom and knocked on the door. There was a groggy 'what' from inside, so he opened it.
"Hey, Michael, did anyone call the house while I was asleep?" Justin asked. Michael sat up, rubbing his eyes and shook his head.
"No, not before I went to sleep," he said. Justin nodded.
"Sorry to wake you up," he said, closing the door. He went outside to stand on the porch, and Brian followed him. "The weather's not like, crazy or anything … I don't see how she could have gotten lost," he said, a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Do you think something happened?" he asked Brian. Brian shrugged.
"I don't know. Try calling her again," he said. Justin pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Daphne's cell. It rang, and there was a distant ringing somewhere in the backyard. Justin's stomach dropped, and he dropped his cell phone, running into the backyard.
"Daphne!" he yelled, looking around. Brian followed him.
"Justin, get inside the house now," he said, as he drew his gun.
"But, Daphne," he started, but Brian cut him off.
"What if he's out here? GET INSIDE THE HOUSE, NOW," Brian ordered. Justin nodded, running back inside the house. Brian saw the window curtain being pulled back and Justin watching from inside. Brian followed the sound of the ringing as it got louder. He reached the bushes at the edge of the property. Bracing himself, he looked over the bushes.
And saw the body of a young girl laying in a puddle of blood. He gasped, and a hand flew to his mouth. He saw a piece of paper stuck to the girl's clothing. Leaning closer to the body, he noticed that there were words written on the paper.
"If I can't be close to you, no one can."
End Chapter Six
07/27/05