As Brian and Justin drove off in the jeep, Justin finally remembered Daphne.

"Fuck!" he cried.

Brian looked over at the boy in alarm.

"I forgot to tell Daphne I was leaving with you! She's going to be worried sick!"

Brian wanted to alleviate the boy's fear, but he needed to be careful. He didn't want to lie to him, but he couldn't exactly confess that he knew all the major players in the boy's life and that they knew him.

"When she saw me taking you to the jeep, she smiled and left."

Justin heaved a sigh of relief. "She did?"

Brian smiled. "Yeah."

Brian was actually glad for the distraction. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous. He thought bitterly that this was the reason, well, one of the reasons, love sucked…love made people hesitate, second guess, and analyze everything. How did people get anything done this way?

When they were finally inside the loft, Brian took a deep breath and feigned a cool he didn't feel, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it on the couch and, then, pulling Justin by the sleeve into the bedroom. Justin was so nervous that he was paler than usual and sweating a little. Brian stopped right in front of the bed, let go of Justin, and swiveled around.

Putting on his game face, a large shot of arrogance with a dash each of amusement and desire, he peeled off his black wife beater and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Justin's eyes widened, and his breath grew ragged. Brian inched his jeans and boxer-briefs down while staring directly into Justin's eyes. His eyes seemed to be daring Justin, but, to do what, Justin didn't know. The boy raked his eyes over the man's naked body hungrily. As they reached his erect cock, the boy licked his lips.

Brian grinned and drawled, "Do you like what you see, Kitten?"

Justin looked up in confusion, "Huh?"

Brian laughed and repeated, "Do you like what you see, Kitten?"

Justin blushed deeply when he realized that the man had seen him gaping at his cock.

Brian lay down on the bed, spread his arms out, and remarked in a sultry voice, "You said that you wanted me, Kitten. Well, here I am. Do what you will."

Justin just blinked.

Brian's cock stood a little taller in response. The boy was so fucking adorable. Brian sat up, leaned on his arms, and asked seductively, "Kitten, do you fantasize about fucking?"

Justin blushed and admitted slowly (and softly), "Yes."

He responded lightly, "Okay. Just pretend that you're fantasizing about us. What would you do? What would you ask me to do?"

Justin stuttered a little as he replied, "I…I'm not very experienced. (soft sigh) Not experienced at all."

Brian, relieved that he didn't have to lie, declared, "I know you're an incredible fuck. Shyness doesn't become you (he bit the inside of his cheek, and his eyes danced). Okay, it does, but you needn't be shy. You're a natural."

The man's words both pleased and puzzled Justin. He laughed nervously. "How could you possibly know that? Especially if I don't."

Brian smirked. He replied coolly, "Call it practice wisdom."

Then, he drawled, "The way you kiss…the desire burning in your eyes and all over your body…your kittenish enthusiasm and responsiveness to touch…they all tell me that I want to be in your hands, your mouth, your body…"

Justin's face broke out into a million-watt smile, but he looked at the floor and blushed and, then, peeked at the man from under his long eyelashes. He couldn't speak. He did, however, start stripping off his clothes.

Brian lay back down, eyes trained on Justin. Brian whispered, "Slower, Kitten…"

Justin blushed more deeply, but he peeled his shirt off more slowly, exposing his creamy, slightly flushed skin inch by beautiful inch. It took all of Brian's self-control to remain a passive observer. Next, the boy unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As he was about to remove them, Brian asked, his eyes dark with lust, "Turn around first."

Justin hesitated shyly but, then, swiveled around and slid his jeans and briefs down, bending over sinuously as he did so. Brian growled softly; Justin heard him and smiled. Brian wanted to rim the boy into a puddle, but he resisted the urge, though his cock started leaking at the thought. Justin stepped out of his pants (after removing his socks and shoes) and swung back around. Brian was very obviously staring at Justin's cock, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Justin.

Justin was eager but nervous. He had no idea where to start. He'd really enjoyed the kissing and grinding. He said hesitantly, "Could you sit up again? In the middle of the bed?"

Brian complied. Justin crawled onto the bed toward him and maneuvered himself so that he was facing the man, sitting between his legs, with his legs around the man's waist. Justin leaned in and traced his lower lip with the tip of his tongue and, then, pushed it inside the man's mouth. He cupped the man's face, tilted his head, and began exploring every inch. Brian responded eagerly, but let the boy lead. After a few minutes, Justin pulled back, flushed and panting. Fuck, the boy was hot.

Justin looked up at the man nervously and, then, down. He took the man's hand and placed it on his cock. Brian couldn't help but smile. Subtle, real subtle.

Despite his amusement at the boy's method of communication, he was more than game. He grasped the boy's dick firmly and squeezed, eliciting a deep moan. Brian lifted his chin up with a finger and offered him a gentle smile, which relaxed the boy and earned him a smile in return. Then, he drew his thumb across the boy's slit, spreading his precum over his shaft, and started pumping it slowly, all the while watching the boy closely. Justin closed his eyes for a moment but, then, leaned in and kissed the man passionately. He pulled back, nudged the man's nose, and rubbed his cheek against the man's, moving his head slowly down to the man's neck, which he started licking and sucking, particularly his pulse point.

When more precum bubbled out of the boy's cock, Brian swiped his thumb over the boy's slit, spread it all over his shaft, and pumped a little faster. Justin moaned against the man's neck and then rubbed his cheek on the man's chest in a path downward. He swirled his tongue around the man's left nipple, sucking on it gently at first and then harder, and, then, nibbled its little peak. Feeling Justin's cock leak and grow increasingly harder and listening to him pant and moan was enough to drive Brian crazy, but that coupled with Justin rubbing against him and licking, sucking, and biting various parts of his body caused his cock to throb, growing painfully erect, and his breath to become ragged.

Sensing this change, Justin looked up at the man. The desire in his eyes was intoxicating and nearly sent Justin over the edge. He leaned against the man and half-whispered, half-moaned, "Please, I need…"

Brian knew exactly what. In the span of about three seconds, he let go, pushed the boy so that he was lying down, and deepthroated his massive erection. He only needed to deepthroat him a few more times before Justin's cock erupted. When his orgasm hit, waves of pleasure coursing through him, his eyes flew open and he gazed into the man's eyes with a tenderness that stopped Brian's heart, all the while arching his back and moaning loudly, much more loudly than he had yet that night.

After the aftershocks subsided, Brian crawled next to Justin, kissed his lips gently, and, then, thrust his tongue inside Justin's mouth, pulling him on top of him, placing one hand on Justin's neck and one on his ass, kissing him passionately, and rubbing his erection against Justin's body. A few moments later, he froze as his own orgasm ripped through him.