While Brian was in the shower, Justin tried to will away his erection. First, he thought about sports. But he ended up remembering James's fantasy about he and Aidan. That actually made Justin's cock a little harder. Then, he thought about Ethan. He was certain that that would do the trick. Unfortunately, the name Ethan conjured up images of Brian pummeling him. Justin sighed in admiration as he imagined Brian angrily tossing Ethan across the apartment like he was a rag doll. Eventually, fate stepped in.

The phone rang, which brought Justin out of his fantasy about Brian as hero. Oddly, the prring of the telephone sounded more like screeching than ringing. Justin jumped a little and then ran to the phone. He had to stop that horrid noise.

He answered it with a sunny "Hello," but he heaved a deep sigh when he heard Mikey's snide reply, "Well, hello. If it isn't Brian's live-in trick."

That did it. Justin's cock was instantaneously flaccid. He responded coldly, "Brian's in the shower. Can I take a message?"

Mikey cackled as he answered, "Yeah…could you tell him that one of the bartenders from Babylon thinks he left his wallet at the loft during Brian's last orgy, three days ago?"

Justin felt ill. Three days ago. That would have been the night they IMed the second time. The night they met face to face. Would Brian have had an orgy before IMing him that night? He thought, "Oh God. Please tell me that when I was fantasizing about him and…and…that he wasn't…wasn't…" Justin dropped the phone.

He jumped when he felt Brian beside him. Brian had actually caught the phone mid-air with one hand and grabbed Justin's waist with the other. Justin looked up at him with wide eyes. Brian just smiled, nudged his nose, and kissed his lips gently.

Mikey had been speaking so loud that Brian had heard him from the bedroom. He said brightly, "Nice try, Mikey. But you know as well as I do that I had Gus all day Sunday and then took him to your mother's for dinner."

Justin breathed a sigh of relief and let his head fall on Brian's chest. Brian rubbed Justin's back gently and smiled. Mikey clenched his fists and swore softly. Then, he replied nonchalantly, "Oh yeah…I guess I got my days mixed up."

Brian laughed. "Yeah, okay. Well, it's been nice chatting…"

Justin had lifted his head and was studying Brian. Brian was wearing a black V-neck pullover and light blue jeans. Justin shook his head and smiled when his cock started to stir.

Mikey added cheekily, "But you have something to do?"

Brian threw Justin a tongue-in-cheek look and replied, "Well…something like that. I'll call you tomorrow. We still need to have a serious conversation. But not tonight. Bye, Mikey."

Mikey didn't even have time respond. Brian had hung up too quickly. He kicked a table and slammed the phone down.

Brian walked over to the couch and plopped down. He just sat there staring at Justin. Justin blushed but then pulled his orange and white T-shirt off, tossed it on the floor, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped them and inch or so. He kneeled in between Brian's legs on the fluffy white rug in front of the couch and slid his hands inside Brian's shirt. He looked directly into Brian's eyes as he moved his hands up slowly, running his fingers lightly over Brian's skin.

When Brian began to breathe faster, Justin licked his lips and pushed Brian's shirt up. Then he started placing open-mouthed kisses upward along his abdomen. When Justin reached Brian's left nipple, he traced it with the tip of his tongue and then enveloped it with his mouth and sucked on it hard. Brian let out a soft moan. Encouraged, Justin pulled Brian's shirt off completely and then started licking and sucking on the left side of Brian's neck, right at the pulse point. As he did so, he ran the fingers of his right hand through Brian's hair at the back of his neck and caressed Brian's skin with his thumb. Brian shivered in response.

After a few moments, Justin climbed into Brian's lap, straddling him, and brushed his lips against Brian's. Brian had closed his eyes and thrown back his head, but, when he felt Justin's lips on his own, he leaned forward. Justin bit Brian's lower lip gently, but then grabbed Brian's face with both hands and pulled him closer, plunging his tongue into Brian's mouth and kissing him passionately.

Justin reached down with his right hand and started rubbing Brian's hardening cock through his jeans. When Brian moaned, Justin unbuttoned Brian's jeans and reached inside, grabbing Brian's cock firmly and starting to jerk him off. Brian licked his lips and began to pant.

Then, Justin broke their kiss and got back down on his knees, unzipped Brian's jeans, and pulled them down. Brian watched Justin intently. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw Justin lick his lips as he eyed Brian's cock hungrily. He stopped breathing altogether when Justin drew the flat part of his tongue along Brian's cock, from base to tip, and then cried out when Justin wolfed down his cock, enveloping it in his hot wet mouth in one go. As Justin slid his lips up and down Brian's shaft, he caressed Brian's balls softly. When Brian was about to explode, Justin abruptly pulled away. Brian couldn't suppress a disappointed groan. Justin smiled, pushed the coffee table out of the way, lay down on his side, and then pulled Brian's hand gently. He said, "Come down here with me."

Brian crawled onto the rug, lying on his back. Justin directed softly, "Lie on your stomach."

When Brian obliged, Justin caressed Brian's ass softly, running his fingers lightly over both cheeks and then squeezing them gently. His hands trembled a little at the thought that he would soon be inside Brian. Turning back to the task at hand, Justin pushed Brian's cheeks apart and drew his tongue in a line from Brian's lower back down to his entrance. Brian breathed in sharply, as he'd been completely thrown off guard. He'd expected to feel Justin's hard cock, not his soft wet tongue. Justin smiled and then began tracing Brian's entrance with the tip of his tongue. After a few moments, he swirled the flat of his tongue around Brian's entrance. Brian moaned. Justin pulled back a little and bit his lip nervously. When he'd mustered the courage (hoping hoping hoping that Brian would enjoy this), he pushed his tongue inside Brian, pushing it in as far as he could. Justin paused for a moment but then started to move his tongue in and out. He relaxed when he heard Brian's breathing grow ragged. After a few moments, Justin pulled back and whispered, "Roll over."

As Brian complied, Justin stood up and removed his jeans, finally freeing his painfully erect cock. Justin kneeled down again and looked at Brian shyly. He asked softly, "Brian, do you still…"

Brian interjected, but softly, "Yes, Justin, I still want you to fuck me."

At those words, Justin's cock grew impossibly harder. He grabbed a condom from under the couch cushion, leaned down, and then kissed Brian passionately as he unwrapped the condom and slid it on. He did that mostly to distract Brian, to escape the weight of his gaze, but he soon melted into Brian's kiss, his desire driven to an even greater frenzy by the sheer taste of Brian's lips. When his cock was sheathed, Justin placed Brian's legs so that his knees were bent up and placed the tip of his cock at Brian's entrance. Justin began to tremble as he started to enter Brian.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Brian looked up in surprise. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Justin had paled, and he looked frightened. Justin shook his head and replied, "It's nothing…"

Brian smiled and reached out to touch the blond, but Justin pulled away and sat on the couch.

Brian followed and sat next to him. He inquired, "Don't you want me?"

Justin looked over at Brian in alarm. "Of course, I do! It's just…"

"Just what?"

"What if I do it wrong?"

Brian bit his lip so that he didn't laugh. He replied softly, "How could you do it wrong?"

Justin's face flushed as he answered, "Of course, I know the mechanics of it, but what if I can't find your prostate or my cock is too small. You've had so much more experience than I have (sigh) I mean, twice already, you've fucked me into unconsciousness...and I…I don't want to be a disappointment. Not to you. Before, I thought it was good that I hadn't wasted myself on someone who wasn't special, but, now, I'm wishing I'd gone to your Babylon or attended a few orgies, so I could be sure…"

"Be sure of what?"

Justin responded in almost a whisper, "…that I would please you."

Brian swallowed hard.

He said, "Justin, if you were anyone else, I'd toss you out now. But then again, if you were anyone else, I wouldn't have asked you to fuck me in the first place."

Brian stood up angrily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He yelled, "Fuck, I don't even know exactly what I'm trying to say. I don't generally do this!"

A little startled, Justin just stared at Brian.

Suddenly, Brian laughed. Long and hard. When he'd gotten ahold of himself, he turned around and exclaimed, "We're idiots!"

Justin laughed softly, mostly in confusion, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Brian walked over to Justin and bent down in front of him. He inquired, "Do you remember what I said when I asked you to be my boyfriend?"

Justin wasn't sure what he was referring to, so he just continued to stare at him.

Brian said, "Of course, I don't know how to say what I want to say to you. Of course, you don't know how to make me feel the way you want me to feel. But that's okay. I mean, wasn't that the premise behind our getting together in the first place? That you were the king of romance, and I was the stud of Liberty Avenue and that we would share expertise?"

Justin laughed. "Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious. I mean, I thought that was just your way of asking without needing to sound like you cared. To keep things light."

Brian chuckled and admitted, "Well, it kind of was, but it's still a good idea. I would like to be able to do to you what you do to me when you tell me how you feel, and you want to be able to fuck me into unconsciousness, don't you?"

Justin blushed, but nodded, too.

Brian declared, "Well okay then, let's start. I'll go first. Lesson one. Finding the prostate."

Brian laid back down on the rug and placed his knees up.

Justin blushed, but followed him.

Brian said, "No need to be shy. I'm not going to whip out a mirror and have you study your asshole."

Justin laughed.

Brian reached under the couch, found a small bottle of lube he'd placed there for couch sex, and handed it to Justin. Then he directed, "Lube up a finger and (palm side up) push it inside me, up to about your second knuckle."

Justin followed Brian's instructions, growing redder by the second.

Brian said, "Now, push your finger up, as though you were making a gentle hook back toward yourself. Like a 'come hither' motion."

Excitedly, Justin asked, "Like this?"

Brian moaned when Justin's finger poked a firm walnut-sized protrusion. "Yeah, yeah. Just like that."

Encouraged, Justin started massaging it.

Brian moaned again and then laughed. He cried out, "Do you want to fuck me or finger me?"

Justin smiled and then pulled his finger out. "Sorry."

Brian said, "Okay. Now, just from fucking me, you'll make contact with my prostate, sort of rubbing it as you thrust, but, for excellent sex, you need to pull almost all the way out and thrust back in every time. That way, you can nudge the prostate with the tip of your cock as you enter as well as rubbing it as you push deeper. In this position, that would mean pushing your cock in and up a little until you feel the prostate and then down until you are all the way inside me."

Justin nodded. "That doesn't sound so hard."

Brian giggled and asked, "Speaking of, are you still?"

Justin blushed and nodded. "Your moaning helped out on that front."

Brian smiled and teased softly, "Give me what you got, stud…"

Justin laughed as he slicked his cock with lube. Then, he positioned his cock at Brian's entrance and started pushing inside. The moment he entered Brian, waves of pleasure started passing through him, radiating from his cock outward. When he was about a quarter the way in, he stopped and moaned softly. He was already almost overcome with pleasure. When he looked at Brian, he noted that he looked tense, so he waited a bit longer, giving him the chance to adjust. After Brian relaxed, Justin moved his cock up a bit, until he hit Brian's prostate, causing the chestnut-haired man to moan. Then, he pushed downward. When he was halfway in, he paused again, biting his lip to stave off his orgasm. Then, he buried his cock completely inside Brian. He felt so incredible that he let out a deep body moan the second his cock was completely enveloped.

Justin started pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in, this time a little faster, setting a steady rhythm. He watched Brian as he fucked him. Brian's breathing had grown ragged, and his mouth was open slightly. He looked so beautiful that way that Justin couldn't resist leaning down and licking his lower lip and then pushing his tongue inside Brian's mouth, kissing him passionately. Brian kissed him back with equal ardor and even threaded his fingers through Justin's hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, Brian started meeting Justin's thrusts to quicken the pace. Justin felt like he was going to explode. He pulled back up and grabbed Brian's cock firmly with his right hand. Then, he started stroking Brian in time with his thrusts. Brian came almost right away, crying out, "Oh fuck!" as he did so. Just then, Brian's ass involuntarily clamped down on Justin's cock, and Justin's eyes widened as he came without warning, his orgasm ripping through him and exploding in a flash of bright white light. He moaned, "Brian, oh Brian, so fucking good…"

Then he collapsed on top of Brian. Brian smiled and rubbed the back of Justin's neck. His smile widened when he heard a muffled, "That was fucking amazing!" (it sounded like Tha waf fucking amaging).

Brian, still out of breath, agreed, "It was indeed, Sunshine. It was indeed."

*********

Later, as Justin and Brian were lying in bed, Brian asked, "So…now it's your turn. What should I have said earlier?"

Justin thought for a moment, but then said, "The first step in being romantic is being willing to be vulnerable. You shouldn't expect the other person to draw conclusions from what you say or do because he or she might not draw the right ones. I realize that you probably do that on purpose, so you don't feel cornered, but that fear is the first thing that needs to go."

Brian sighed.

Justin laughed, "I know that it's not easy. I'm not always willing to open up to others, but, with you, I want to because I want to share everything with you. I want you to know exactly who I am and what you mean to me. Turning back to what you said, feel free to stop me if I interpreted what you said wrong…"

Brian nodded.

Justin continued, "Instead of saying, 'if you were anyone else, I'd toss you out now,' you could have said, 'if I didn't care about you, our relationship would only be about sex, but it's not.' Did I get that right?"

Brian replied, "Yeah."

Justin smiled and added, "But you'd have to be willing to admit that you care about me. Likewise, instead of, 'But then again, if you were anyone else, I wouldn't have asked you to fuck me in the first place,' you could have said, 'Part of the reason I desire you and that I asked you to fuck me is that you are special to me. I am almost as inexperienced when it comes to being fucked as you are when it comes to fucking. I like that. I want to be the first person you fuck, and I want you to be one of the very few who've had the pleasure of fucking me.'"

More softly, Justin continued, "But, again, you'd have to be willing to admit that I'm special to you…that you are inexperienced at something…and that…and that…you want to be special to me."

Justin looked at Brian nervously. "Did I get that right?"

Brian looked directly into Justin's eyes and said, so softly it was almost a whisper, "Yes. You are special to me, and I want to be special to you."

Justin suddenly felt faint. He half-whispered, half-moaned, "Oh God."

Brian looked at Justin in alarm.

Justin laughed. Then, he said, "You did it! You turned me into a puddle with words."

Brian smiled and asked, "I did?"

Justin exclaimed, "Yes. Say it again, please."

Brian looked down and said, "I'd feel silly…"

Justin cried out indignantly, "I received a fucking lesson earlier, and you, you, feel silly?"

Brian chuckled. "Okay, okay. Point taken."

Then, he looked at Justin with a serious expression in his eyes and repeated softly, "You are special to me, and I want to be special to you."

Justin once again felt like he might faint. "Oh God. Fuck me, Brian."

Brian asked, "Are you serious?"

Justin pulled Brian's hand under the covers and placed it on his rock-hard, leaking cock. He replied, "Does that answer your question?"

Brian chuckled and stated in amusement, "I think I'm starting to like this whole 'being open' thing…"