Justin half-whispered, half-moaned into Brian's ear, "I can't wait till we are actually inside the loft. I've been dying to have you in my mouth all week."

Brian pulled back and shot the boy a tongue-in-cheek expression. Then he drawled, "Why wait, Kitten?" as he started to unzip his jeans. "You can have my cock in your mouth right now if you want."

Justin turned bright red. He inquired uneasily, "Here? But what if someone gets on the elevator…or is waiting for you at the loft?" He desperately wanted to ask if that was something he would have done a year ago, but he couldn't. He wanted to know the truth, but what he wanted even more was to prove to Brian and to himself that the feeling he had, the feeling that defied all reason, was justified. That he and Brian had a special connection, one transcending time and place…and even memory.

Brian tilted his head and observed Justin closely. He smiled broadly. "Well, if you're too shy, allow me…"

Then he kneeled down and started unbuttoning and unzipping Justin's pants. Justin blushed and laughed…chastising Brian and objecting, but no one who heard would have believed he meant it. Especially when Brian deepthroated him. The moment his cock was fully engulfed, he let out a deep body moan. Brian was an addiction. During their first kiss, a need had surfaced in Justin, one that masturbating, even during phone sex, could never sate. He was sure that nothing but Brian in the flesh could ever truly satisfy him.

By the time the elevator reached the top floor, Brian was bobbing his head fast, squeezing Justin's ass and pulling him closer on every downstroke so that he took Justin's cock deeper into his throat each time. Justin, breathing heavily, threaded his fingers into chestnut hair and watched Brian. His eyes were half-lidded. He struggled to keep them open. He wasn't sure anything was hotter than watching the most beautiful man in the world sucking his cock. Suddenly, he felt that familiar heat radiating from his groin outward. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan as he came.

Brian pulled back and smiled. But only for a moment. He glanced outside the elevator and who should be standing there but a disgusted and very pissed off Jennifer Taylor. Justin, seeing Brian frown, followed the line of his gaze. For a long moment, he just gaped in horror. Then he turned to face the back of the elevator and quickly pulled up and fastened his pants. He was whiter than a sheet.

Brian stood up and nudged Justin's chin with a finger until the boy was looking at him. Then he kissed his lips gently and took his hand. Justin couldn't help but smile. Brian threw Jennifer one of his fakest smiles and acknowledged the elder Taylor. "Mrs. Taylor." Then he drawled, "Well, at least now you know that I give and receive. Wouldn't want you to think I'm taking advantage of the boy."

Both Jennifer and Justin turned red, one in rage and the other in embarrassment.

Justin whispered, "Brian…"

But Brian just laughed and led the Taylors into the loft.