Justin finished up in the kitchen and walked over to sit next to Brian on the couch. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around his legs. Sighing because he was not looking forward to rehashing the same issue again, Justin sounded slightly put upon as he said, "So what do you want to talk about, as if I didn't already know."
Brian scoffed lulling his head to the side to give Justin an annoyed glare, "You know what, I'm really getting sick of this attitude of yours. You've been acting like a little brat, and if you keep insisting on acting the part, I might feel the need to react accordingly."
Rolling his eyes Justin's voice was laced with sarcasm as he said, "So I'm a brat now instead of a twat? Great; any other words of wisdom to impart on me before I start working on my project? No wait, let me guess, I need to stop working for Gary, and take your hand out while looking at you with adoring eyes for fixing me yet again. I think we're done talking." Justin stood up to head for his computer.
Brian scowled responding, "You want me to impart some words of wisdom on you? I think I can manage that!" Brian had had enough and before Justin could get out of arm's length, Brian had quickly snatched his loose fitting jeans by the waist line and pulled Justin to him. Once Justin was stumbling to keep his balance in front of him, he took a hold of either side of Justin's jeans and snagged them easily down to Justin's knees grabbing his wrist and pulling the stunned boy over his left knee and cinching his right leg over both Justin's legs to keep him in place before Justin even had a chance to react.
Justin pushed at the couch with his arms, trying to get up and yelled, "I'm not in the mood for this shit Brian! I don't have time to fuck around today. Let me up!"
Brian responded, "And I'm not in the mood for your shit," as he finished the sentence his hand came down swiftly with three hard slaps before continuing, "Now, that I've got your attention, we can have our little chat."
Justin had been over Brian's lap before, but as soon as the first swat landed he realized that this time was different. Last time the swats had stung a tiny bit. This time they hurt. Justin cried out in pain and surprise, "Ow Ow Ow!" and his body jerked to try and get away from Brian's grasp.
After Brian's comment Justin said, "I'm not talking to you about anything like this, and I'm not playing whatever game you think you're playing. You're being an asshole! Now let me up!!
Brian gave Justin another four hard swats before pulling Justin's briefs down sparing him no dignity as he replied, "Okay, you don't want to talk? Fine. Let me know when you are ready to talk." As soon as the words had come out of his mouth, Brian started to reign down a steady swarm of swats to Justin's already reddening bottom. He knew until he'd gotten Justin in the frame of mind to listen, the only thing that would be driving Justin's side of the conversation would be his pride.
Justin ouched through the first swats, and couldn't quite believe it when he felt his underwear going down. He found it difficult to wrap his head around the fact that Brian seemed to be serious and not playing. When the swats started up without the protection of underwear, Justin screeched in anger. He tried kicking his legs to get Brian's leg off his, but found himself pinned. A few seconds into it he yelled, "I can't believe you're spanking me! Go find some other twink to play daddy games with! I don't like this, and it won't change anything!"
Brian didn't stop spanking responding with, "Believe it; I'm not playing games with you. I want you to stop and take a look at what the fuck you're doing with your life! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you last night if I hadn't come and found you stumbling down the street?" As Brian continued his rant the swats came down harder and faster to emphasize his concern.
"This is about last night?! Ouch damn it!! So it would have been a bitch to get home! So what?!" Justin's squirming and kicking hadn't gotten him away from the pain, which seemed to be growing exponentially with each swat, so he put his right hand back to cover his rear.
Brian didn't miss a beat as Justin's hand shot back to cover his swelling rear, Brian's hand scooped Justin's wrist up and pulled his hand into the small of Justin's back continuing to pepper his ass. "It wasn't you getting home I was referring to; it was what could have happened to you at that fucking party!"
Brian paused his spanking to pull Justin's squirming body back up snug against his waist as he scolded, "Did you even see the two skuzzy thugs coming up from out of your buddy Gary's flop house? I did. They were coming to collect your drugged up ass off the fucking street. If they hadn't seen me rushing up to your side…" Brian was getting too emotional, and not being one to let his feelings pour out, he instead began spanking again taking the overwhelming fear for Justin's safety he had felt out in a concentrated stream of slaps to Justin's ass.
After hearing Brian's first comment and the tone of voice in which he said it, Justin was struck with the realization that Brian was doing this because he cared about him and had been worried about him. This was a shocking revelation to Justin. Brian was not the type to prove he cared, and in fact would go out of his way to prove that he didn't care, even if he did. Justin knew Brian cared about him; he just never thought Brian would demonstrate it in such a discernible manner.
Then when Brian paused to secure Justin in place, and told Justin about the guys who had followed him out of the party, Justin's anger went away completely, and all that was left in its place was shame and embarrassment over his own behavior. Once the spanking started up again Justin felt his eyes filling with tears. He stopped trying to actively get away and called out, "I'm sorry! Ow! I didn't know... Ouch! ...about those guys! Brian! You said we could... Ah! ...you said we could talk! I'm ready to talk now!" Justin felt the tears slip down his cheeks as he yelled.
Brian gave Justin five more good swats before stopping, "Good. I'm glad I'm starting to get through to you. I didn't want to do this you know?" Brian shook his head trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind sighing before continuing to speak, "I watch you day in and day out get further away from your goals just to try and impress upon me that you're all grown up. You don't want to accept my help just to prove a stupid point. It's not worth it. The ends aren't justifying the means, and I'm tired of sitting by while you risk your well being when you know you don't have to. If it matters that much to you, we can work it out so it's a loan, and once you get your degree, you can pay me back. Does that sound reasonable?" As he spoke, Brian kept Justin held down over his knee unsure if Justin was really ready to listen, or he had agreed to talk just to avoid more of Brian's hand impacting on his already tender bottom.
Taking a few deep breaths while listening to Brian, Justin tried to calm down. Justin hated to admit it, but he knew Brian was right. Since hearing his funding was gone, Justin had been trying to prove that he could do it all on his own, and he had failed miserably. Being over Brian's knee with a sore butt was glaring proof to Justin that he wasn't 'all grown up' as Brian had put it, and that he wasn't able to take care of things himself.
Justin said quietly, "It sounds reasonable, and I'll take it as a loan, but it also sounds a lot like failure. Be honest, if the tables were turned, would you give up and take the loan, or would you keep trying to find a way to make it on your own?"
Brian responded with few sharp slaps to Justin's aching rear "It's not failure to accept my help! And this isn't about me, it's about you."
Brian stopped spanking letting a calm wash over him before speaking more gently to answer Justin's question, "To be honest with you Justin, I can't really say what I would have done if I were in your position. I'm not you, and you're not me, and I didn't deal with the same situation you are dealing with now. All I do know is that throwing away your future is not an option. I'm not going to let you because I have the ability to make sure you have a chance to succeed, and while I have the ability to help you, I can't let you fail yourself. Can you understand that?"
"Ow!" Justin yelled as Brian swatted him again, and a few more tears went down his face. Then when Brian stopped and did answer Justin's question honestly, Justin listened intently. And when Brian said he wasn't going to let Justin throw away his future Justin cried even harder. Once Brian was done talking Justin answered him with an emotional, "Yes."
Feeling that Justin had really gotten the point, Brian eased him up off his lap and into a hug. He felt really bad for going to such an extreme when he saw the absolutely miserable look in Justin's eyes. He pulled Justin to him and caressed the back of his neck tenderly feeling the boy's warmth and hot tears on his chest, and at that moment, he also decided he wouldn't have taken it back because he didn't want Justin anymore damaged than he'd already been. He whispered softly into Justin's ear, "Calm down, it's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay." Justin really was his sunshine even if Brian couldn't admit it out loud.
Relieved to be upright again, Justin leaned on Brian's chest and tried to stop crying while Brian held him. He found comfort in Brian's embrace and in his words, and after a few minutes he was able to stop. Once he had himself more under control he wiped the tears off his face and then put a hand back to feel his ass which was not only sore, but warm to the touch. He turned his head back to see as much of the damage as he could, and then turned back to Brian with an accusatory pout. "You're an asshole. That really hurt."
Brian smiled at Justin's pout responding, "You're right, I am an asshole. I hope the next time you think of doing something so stupid you'll think of how much of an asshole I am and how much what I just did hurt so I won't have to worry about having to do it again." Before Justin could protest what he had just said, Brian pulled him in to give him a quick kiss accompanied by a charismatic smile as he asked cutely, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
Justin thought about that for a second. He told himself that he should be angry about what had just happened, and that he should be yelling at Brian for what he had done. But what he really felt was relief that he didn't have to worry about the money or about working for Gary anymore. And on top of that he felt cared for. Justin's pout was still in place but not as pronounced as it had been when he made up his mind. He flipped himself over so that he was across Brian's lap again and said, "Yes. You need to kiss it a lot, because I'm not going to be able to sit and concentrate on my project the way it is now."
Brian's grin turned lecherous as he scooped Justin up in his arms with one arm under his pelvic and the other across his chest. He rolled Justin up onto his own chest to give Justin two quick kisses on the rear, one on each cheek, before scooting over to the edge of the couch to stand and bring Justin the few steps separating the loft from the bed room. He laid Justin down gently in the center of the bed before reaching into his night stand and retrieving some cold cream ointment to apply to Justin's sore bottom.
He smiled widely at the sight in front of him and couldn't help sporting an erection as he climbed onto the bed and on top of Justin to trail soft kisses down the center of his back all the way down to the tender scorched flesh of his ass. He kissed gently down one cheek and up the other letting his lips barely graze the skin as he opened up the jar of cold cream and began to apply the cool cream to Justin's crimson rear.
Justin's pout went away completely when Brian put him on the bed and started kissing his back. And once Brian started rubbing the cream into his ass, Justin sighed contentedly, lay his head down on the bed, and closed his eyes. The cream made his butt feel much better, which made him relax even more. He said, "That's nice. Rub my back too?"
Brian climbed back over to the dresser and pulled out a bottle of sensual oil uncapping it. He held the bottle up over Justin's arm letting it pour out in small drips while his other hand ran along behind the drops to catch and smooth them into Justin's skin. Brian straddled Justin's lower back his cock falling into the dip in the small of his back as he continued to drip the oil across Justin's back and onto Justin's other arm. He set the lotion beside his leg and began working the applied oil into Justin's arms and down onto his shoulders as he whispered sultrily, "When I get done rubbing you down on the outside, I'm going to rub you down on the inside as well."
Loving the feel of Brian's hands on him, rubbing away the tension and stress of the past week, Justin almost agreed right away. But after a second to think about it he said sullenly, "Sounds good except I'm injured, thanks to you, so you'll have to wait a day for me to heal." He looked back over his shoulder at Brian with a small smile and added, "Unless you want me to rub you down on the inside."
Brian ran his hands down Justin's back kneading in the oil as he smirked responding, "You know I don't normally go for being the bottom, but I think I could make an exception today to give you a chance to recuperate," He paused his smirk turning devilish, "But you'll have to make up for the fucking you missed today tomorrow."
Grinning wide at the prospect of being allowed to top Brian, Justin was hard immediately. He ended the back rub by rolling over onto his side and reaching up to pull Brian down beside him. As soon as he could reach Brian's mouth, Justin kissed him and used his tongue to express how excited he was about it. After a few minutes of kissing and removing all the clothes that were left on both of them, Justin reached for a condom on the nightstand. He ripped it open, but looked at Brian before putting it on and asked, "You sure?"
Brian smiled at him reassuringly as he traced his hand down Justin's side stopping right above his hipbone to give the soft flesh there a small squeeze before sliding his hand down on to Justin's cock and giving it a nice long up and down stroke to show he was equally excited. As he stroked Justin's stiffening cock, he glanced back up his dark eyes boring into Justin's before asking sarcastically, "Am I ever not sure?"
"Good point." Justin put the condom on himself and gently pushed on Brian's shoulder to get him face down on the bed. Once he had Brian where he wanted him, Justin reached over to the nightstand and got out some lube. He put some on his fingers and slowly lubed and stretched Brian's hole, before sliding his cock in. Once he was in all the way, Justin was motionless for a few seconds appreciating how tight Brian was, and loving the sensation. He leaned down and kissed Brian's back a couple of times before he started moving slowly in and out, the pace increasing with each thrust.
Brian grunted as Justin opened him up. His tight hole burned from his near never having it entered. It didn't help that Justin's cock was so thick not to mention quite long. He was glad that Justin had worked his fingers in and out of him to loosen him up before penetrating deep inside him. Brian moved his leg up to open himself further to Justin's cock, and as it slid in and out of him faster and faster, his heart rate matched the tempo of Justin's thrusts. His own cock was rock hard now as he reached over grabbing some lube to apply on his own cock.
Justin wanted to hold off on cumming for as long as possible, but once he saw that Brian was jerking himself off in time to his thrusts, Justin couldn't hold off any longer. He slid all the way in and stayed still for a second as the orgasm pulsed through him, and then gave a few more thrusts. A couple of seconds later he felt Brian's muscles spasm around his half hard cock. Justin collapsed on top of Brian's back lying still while catching his breath.
A moan escaped Brian's lips in both pain and ecstasy as Justin penetrated balls deep into him. The pressure on his prostate was so immense that when he felt Justin begin to cum, his own arousal could no longer be contained bursting forth as he shot his load simultaneously milking the cum out of Justin. They lay panting in the afterglow of their orgasms. When Justin withdrew from him, Brian rolled onto his side reaching over to pull Justin's sweaty form in close. He wanted to feel his warmth and closeness. He peered into Justin's loving eyes and bright smile unable to help feeling the smile contagious. Brian contently gave him a quick kiss as he remarked jokingly, "So how do you like that, now we both have sore asses."
Justin laughed and said, "Well since you seemed to enjoy getting your sore ass, and I obviously didn't enjoy getting mine, I'd say you got the better end of the deal."
He leaned over and kissed Brian once before he said, "But since you're giving me the loan for school, and keeping me out of dangerous situations with bad employers, I guess I'll call it even."