Justin's Apartment – Three Hours Later
Justin stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad only in a thin, dark-brown towel, one of a set his mother had given him a few months ago as part of his 'going off to college' package when he had decided to find an inexpensive apartment to rent while going to school and working at the hospital; he had gratefully accepted her offer to help him stock his new living quarters with some of her surplus household items.
He picked up the matching hand towel lying on top of the vanity's surface and vigorously rubbed it through his hair to help dry it; he had spent way too much time in the shower, scrubbing every inch of his body in preparation for his – what should he call it? date? – with some off-brand, fruity-type soap he had picked up at the grocery store a while back; he tried his best to economize wherever and whenever he could to save on expenses. Even with his job at the hospital, tuition, rent, groceries, utilities, insurance and many other incidentals didn't allow for a lot of extravagances.
Placing the towel down on top of the toilet in his small bathroom, he looked at himself in the vanity mirror and sighed; what had possessed him to agree to have dinner with Brian in the first place? While he felt he was just as good as the next person, he still felt definitely out of his league here; compared to Brian he was like a Big Mac next to a filet mignon….He barely scratched by month to month on what he made, always praying that he wouldn't get sick or hurt a leg or something, or have something break or incur some unexpected expenses at school; anything even so much as ten bucks over his budget could seriously put his finances in jeopardy. Now he had agreed to have dinner with a man who probably dropped ten-dollar tips to doormen and valets at the drop of a hat. What had he been thinking?
And just what in the hell was he going to wear? Somehow he didn't think a worn, slightly paint-spattered, long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of battered jeans was going to cut it, but he certainly couldn't afford to run out and buy some new clothes. And he wasn't about to wear any part of his hospital's orderly uniform – he had seen more than enough of that lately, and right now the last thing he needed was a reminder of what had just transpired in McKenzie's office. Besides, it just brought to mind how much he missed working with the children there. Yes, it was going to be an extremely long and arduous week, and this was just the beginning…..
Well, this isn't getting me anywhere, he thought with disgust as he dropped the towel from his slender hips to drape it over the edge of the white porcelain tub. There had to be something he could do. He felt nervous enough agreeing to meet the man who practically screamed out "warning – dangerous moves ahead," without waltzing in there looking like a scared little man-child; wearing his typical jeans and t-shirt somehow didn't instill a lot of confidence in him that he could hold his own against such a formidable man as Brian Kinney.
A sudden flash of inspiration hit him as he hurriedly donned his pair of briefs and walked over to open the door, feeling the rush of cool air on his skin as he left the confined heat of his shower behind. The thought that he was escaping one sort of 'steaminess' to possibly run into another later crossed his mind just before he walked over to his small living room and retrieved his cell phone from the coffee table.
Flipping it open, he dialed a number from memory and waited for the person on the other end to answer. Please be at home….. He sighed in relief when his wish was fulfilled. "Hey, it's Justin…I need to ask you a favor."
Same Time – Loft
Brian stood in front of the large, rectangular bathroom mirror, splashing some outrageously expensive aftershave on his face and around his neck. He had spent an obscenely-long time in the shower, using the matching scented soap to lather his entire body from head to toe, secretly hoping that it would become a key component in his successful Fuck the Hot Orderly Night.
Normally he didn't spend quite so much time and care on his grooming ritual if his main goal was to score with a new trick for the night; after all, how do you improve upon Kinney perfection? Now that Gus was almost back to normal, he was finding himself back on top of his game and his goal tonight was to get a certain beautiful blond in his bed before the night was over.
As he glanced into the mirror, however, and his eyes fell upon the reflection of Justin's drawing of him and Gus staring back at him from its honored position on the bedroom's dresser, he realized that assertion wasn't totally true. Yes, he was quite anxious to find out if the rest of Justin was as delicious as those plump, cranberry-colored lips that he had had the privilege and pleasure of kissing a couple of times so far. And yes, he had no doubt that by the time this evening was through, Justin would have a full tummy of food and he would have a full Justin in his mouth and his oh-so-fuckable ass surrounding his cock. Brian had never been turned down yet for a chance to experience the wonders of sex that only he could provide, and he knew this wouldn't be an exception.
But was that all he wanted from Justin? Just the chance to verify that the blond was as voracious and passionate in bed as he was with his art or taking care of the children at the hospital? He sighed; no, it wasn't, and he would be lying to himself if he tried to portray it as such. He was definitely attracted to Justin – wildly attractive to him; but he was also intrigued by what made this feisty, caring man tick. And he still had a lot to talk to him about; he felt at least partly to blame (okay, maybe a little more than partly) for Justin being suspended. Thanks to Justin's loyal little pit bull friend, too – Dr. Chanders – he now knew that Justin didn't exactly live a worry-free lifestyle. Those facts, along with the realization that the politically-correct Chief of Staff wasn't willing to do anything to change his decision, made him feel quite guilty about the whole fiasco.
Justin had been nothing but compassionate and gentle with his son; not to mention, he had gone out of his way to provide him with some much-needed and welcomed creature comforts while he had stayed by his son's bedside. And the drawing; as soon as he had had the chance, he had picked out a silver frame to place the drawing in, not wanting anything to damage it until he had an opportunity to place it in a location where he could admire it frequently. It really was the best candid portrayal of him and Gus he had ever seen; it was better than any photograph because it was truly one of a kind. He knew how much Justin seemed to love working with the sick children at the hospital, but a man with talent such as his could never be expected to remain as a lowly orderly, no matter how vital he might be to the hospital.
"Apparently he wasn't vital enough, though," Brian muttered to himself. If he had been, McKenzie never would have succumbed to the other doctor's mandate to discipline him and he would have listened to reason. Just when he thought maybe gay rights might just be taking a small step forward, something like this came crashing through to slam him back to reality…..
He scowled at the thought as he dropped his deep-red, Egyptian cotton towel to hang it over the nearby warming rack and walked out of the large, marbled room back into the bedroom. Sauntering over to his closet, he began to push the clothing apart to figure out what to wear. Of course, anything he wore made him look hot, but tonight….it had to be blazing hot.
Several minutes and various shirts tried and discarded later, he finally found the one: it was a dark, red, almost maroon, long-sleeved satin shirt that shimmered in the soft lighting from the night table's lamp; as it reflected the light, it picked up hues of dark gray within the fabric as Brian's muscles moved while he turned to admire how it firmly hugged the sculpted lines of his arms and chest. He had opted for a button-down shirt style so he could leave the top couple of buttons undone to show just a peek of tantalizing bronzed skin for his dinner guest's benefit; he hoped it would help light Justin's desire to promptly strip it off his body and get down to some real business in short order. He had finished off his shirt with a coal-black pair of Armani jeans and as his usual custom, had opted not to wear any shoes; no point in delaying the inevitable too long…..
The last issue he had to deal with was the food; Justin had said he would eat anything. It was hard to believe the man ate anything at all, though; not so much because of how he apparently had to live so frugally, but because he was just so damn petite. He normally didn't worry about what to feed a guest; hell, he never had a man over to feed him anything except his cock – he didn't DO dates. And he certainly didn't do flowers and candles, so if Justin was expecting that he was going to be sorely disappointed. He supposed, though, that he should have something other than Beam lying around, though; he wasn't even sure if the blond even drank alcohol or not…..
He started at the thought as he realized how much care and worry he was putting into this one evening's date; shit, was that what in fact this was? Did something change from a simple expression of thanks over what Justin had done for him and his son to a fucking date? He shuddered, wondering what in the hell had gotten into him. He was making way too much out of this, he kept telling himself; it was just dinner, a thank-you dinner, albeit with a hot little dynamo of an orderly….Wasn't it?
As he buttoned the fly of his jeans while he stood next to his now clothing-festooned bed, he sighed in defeat. Who was he kidding? A simple thank-you gesture didn't make his cock harden just at the thought of having dinner with another man. A simple thank-you gesture didn't make his pulse quicken and rub his hands restlessly over his legs in nervous anticipation. A simple thank-you gesture didn't involve pondering the perfect food to order or the right outfit to wear. No, he wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling about Justin, but it wasn't just mere gratitude; there was a lot more going on than that. He just wasn't quite sure what it was yet, nor did he have time at the moment to philosophize about it….
Hurriedly placing the discarded clothing back on hangers and placing them neatly into his closet, he rushed out of the bedroom to begin getting the rest of the loft ready for his guest. Glancing over at the clock, he was startled to see it was 6:00 already – 90 minutes until Justin was due to arrive.
"Damn it!" he muttered as he rushed over to his desk to pick up his cell phone. Flipping through several entries in his electronic phonebook, he finally located the number he needed – his favorite Italian restaurant. Dialing the number and impatiently waiting until the establishment picked up, he quickly ordered two gourmet dinners, some appetizers, and an expensive burgundy to be delivered fifteen minutes before Justin was due to arrive, adding some cherry-cover cheesecake as an almost afterthought before he hung up.
Same Time – Near Justin's Apartment
"Turn around," was the stern command as Justin blushed; it was one thing to peruse himself critically in his own bathroom mirror at home. It was quite different to know someone else was studying him for the same reason.
His classmate, Jared Campbell, nodded in approval as he noticed how his pair of Levi's jeans filled out Justin's ass perfectly; in fact, the damn faded-blue denim looked better on him than on his own body. Of course, he didn't have Justin's drop-dead, perfectly rounded bubble butt, either. "Looks good from this angle," he reported as Justin blushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Turn around again; let me check out your package."
"Jared!" he scolded him as his friend chuckled at his embarrassment. "Do you mind? I'm nervous enough as it is…." He had called his friend a while ago, explaining he needed to borrow some of his clothing for an 'important dinner' he had this evening. Of course, his fellow classmate, who painted next to him in several of his art classes, had seen right through that rather vague statement, telling him he had exactly the right fuck-em-dead outfit that he thought would be just perfect with Justin's blue eyes and urging him to come right over so he could make sure.
As Justin turned around to gaze at his reflection in his friend's full-length mirror attached to the back of the dorm room's bedroom door, however, he had to admit – the royal blue silk shirt did highlight the hints of silver in his pupils, and made his skin glow almost with luminescence where the V met the paleness of his neck. And the pants – they seemed like they had been sewn just for him – they molded right over the curves of his ass in back, and were just tight enough in the groin area to direct a certain handsome brunet's attention to his cock; that is, if he wanted to do that. Did he? Why did he suddenly feel like he was playing with fire here and would wind up being consumed down to a pile of quivering ash before the night was over? He shivered slightly at the thought.
"Cold?" Jared asked, frowning; he didn't think it was that chilly in his dorm room.
Justin shook his head, not quite trusting his voice at the moment. He had a feeling his friend already knew this was much more than just a simple 'dinner date.' As if reading his mind, he heard the other man say, "So who is this guy? Must be pretty special to pull out all the stops." He eyed Justin carefully, knowing that his friend, with the schedule he had, seldom went out for anything resembling dates; it was like pulling teeth just to get him to go out for a drink or shoot pool with him, let alone go out clubbing or partying anywhere. Justin was much too young – and hot – to take life so seriously. If he was actually meeting another guy for dinner, he must really have it bad. For a fleeting moment, Jared felt a twinge of jealousy, but he and Justin had long ago passed beyond any potential boyfriend status; they were in too many classes together and depended on retaining their friendship to risk fucking it up by complicating it with sex. That didn't mean he still couldn't be envious, though.
He watched as his friend diverted his gaze before mumbling, "It's just a guy I met at the hospital."
"Uh, huh," Jared replied dubiously from his sitting position on the bed. "So you want to use some of my cologne? The obscenely-expensive shit my parents got me for Christmas? Guaranteed to drive a guy wild for you, even though I don't think you need much help in that department with that outfit on," he commented. "I may have to donate that one to you – you do it much better justice than I do."
To his amusement, Justin actually covered his face briefly in his hands before turning to face him. "You're not helping me here, Campbell," he retorted, twisting his mouth in anxiety. "I'm nervous enough, trust me."
"Then he IS someone special," he observed smugly with a knowing grin as Justin rolled his eyes. "And you're not going to dish about him, are you? You're just too ethical, Taylor!"
Justin snorted. "Yeah…that's why I got suspended."
Jared smirked. "Touché," he said. "But McKenzie's just an asshole, along with the doctor who reported you." Justin had told him over the phone what had happened. His friend's eyes suddenly widened as a flash of knowledge hit him. "Oh, my God! It's the same guy, isn't it? You're having dinner with your accomplice!" He placed his hands on his knees as he sat up straighter, waiting eagerly for his friend's response.
Justin had to laugh in spite of himself over his friend's melodramatic presentation. "I'm not saying I am, and I'm not saying I'm not," he told him mysteriously with a slight smile and a twinkling of his eyes, but they both knew his friend had hit the nail on the head. He took a deep breath as the realization hit him that he was less than an hour away now from his dinner with Brian Kinney – alone. "Just the same, though," he couldn't help adding, "Wish me luck, will you? And get me that cologne."
Jared smiled broadly and winked. "Okay – but something tells me you won't need either one."
Brian's Loft – 7:20 p.m.
Brian hurriedly placed the metal, rectangular disposal containers in the oven and placed it on a low setting to keep the appetizers and entrees warm until Justin arrived; he opened the refrigerator to place the cherry cheesecake inside, his heart lurching just at bit as he noticed some leftover pizza still in its box inside, the same pizza he and his son had been happily munching on that night that Gus had become so ill not that long ago. He hadn't been to the grocery since Gus had come to visit that night, nor had he even bothered to clean out the leftovers in his refrigerator. He had been way too concerned with Gus simply surviving until recently to worry about replenishing any food items. He found it somewhat ironic that he was placing food into the refrigerator now to feed a man who had at least been partly responsible for making sure his son had survived.
Just as he closed the door, he heard his intercom buzzer sound, signaling his guest of honor had arrived. His pulse quickened just a bit at the thought that finally he was going to get some private time with Justin, before he hurried over to the intercom near the door to press the button. "Florence, is that you?" he quipped in a sing-song voice, biting his lower lip in amusement as he heard a distinctive huff on the other end.
"Yes….Leroy," was the expected retort. "May I come up?"
Brian smiled at the petulance dripping from Justin's voice. Yes, you certainly MAY come….
"I'll be waiting," was the sexy drawl as he flipped the intercom off and glanced around the loft to give it one more final sweep of his critical gaze. The lights had been turned down low – not low enough to look lesbionic, but just low enough to cast an intimate, softer glow throughout the large, industrial space. There was light, sensual jazz music playing, the rich, sultry tones of a well-known saxophone player coming from the speakers of his nearby CD player, not loud or intrusive but just audible enough to set the scene for some serious getting-to-know-each-other-better conversation and as an effective background for Brian Kinney's way of expressing his 'gratitude' to his son's guardian angel…..Two wine goblets stood ready on the counter next to a large bottle of burgundy to help both of them become more 'relaxed,' and the dining room table was set with simple, crystal-clear dinner plates with maroon-colored, cloth dinner napkins and matching crystal water glasses. All in all, it was tasteful and elegant but not too over the top.
He sighed briefly, realizing it might not be over the top, but it was definitely over and beyond what he had ever done before for any man. He once more wondered just what it was about this petite dynamo that so intrigued him. He was certainly beautiful enough with his blond, golden hair, cranberry-colored, plump, soft lips, and alabaster-smooth skin. And he was undeniably well-packaged, front and back; it hadn't taken much, even through his clothing, to discern that. But what exactly was it about this man? It wasn't merely physical, although fuck knows he was extremely attracted to Justin; the man did things to his body temperature and heartbeat that should be illegal when they kissed. And after seeing that drawing he had done for him, no one could deny how talented he was in art. But there was something more there….
Was it because of how tender and compassionate he had been with Gus? Was it because this man had gone out of his way to make sure his son was well-cared for, that he was well-cared for? Was it because he gave and never asked for anything in return other than his son recovering? Who could have thought that such compassion could be so downright sexy? Well, he wasn't sure it was that exactly, but he was sure going to enjoy finding out. As he heard a quiet knock on his door, his heart sped up involuntarily and he smiled. Time to find out just where this was about to lead them…..
Justin swallowed hard as he stood at Brian's door, waiting for it to be opened. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt sure it would explode from nervousness as he frantically tried to calm his pulse down to a more normal level. At the rate he was going, he would need some CPR….Shit! That was the wrong thing to think, because it immediately set off images of him and Brian engaged in one of their hospital lip locks, exactly the thing that had caused him to be in so much trouble in the first place. Why did he feel like he was about to get into more trouble, though?
As he heard the heavy metal door being slid open and got a look at Brian, he knew he had vastly misstated that concern, because his dinner companion was wearing an outfit that meant he didn't stand a chance. As Brian's gaze slowly raked down his own body, he flushed under the scrutiny as he stole his own glance of appreciation at the brunet's silvery-maroon shirt stretched across his tight, firm shoulders and chest, and black pants that highlighted Brian's long muscular legs no doubt honed by hours of working out at some gym. He finally lifted his appreciative perusal away from the form-fitting jeans to risk gazing into Brian's eyes that he found were boring into his; his heart began to pound even harder in both surprise and elation as he noticed the same lust-filled, heated expression reflecting back at him.
Brian's eyes had widened as he got his first look at his visitor; he had seen Justin earlier today out of his orderly's uniform, wearing a casual outfit of well-worn jeans and a long-sleeved tee shirt with the name of the hospital on it emblazoned across his chest. Now, though, his breath caught in his throat at what Justin was wearing; fuck, this man was incredible! His eyes slowly drunk in every detail from the head down, starting with those mesmerizing, blue eyes, full lips and slim neck, on down to the captivating peek of smooth, pale chest poking out of the V of Justin's shirt, a royal-blue silky number that set off his eyes flawlessly and draped across his slender upper torso in just the right places before escaping inside a pair of light-blue Levi's that seemed to be molded onto him, disclosing the promise of a well-endowed cock in front enclosed behind the denim but not well enough to escape his notice…..His gaze lingered longer than needed there, his thoughts immediately concentrating on what it would be like to reach out and grab the silky treasure that must be presently hidden inside, before at last he forced himself to lift his eyes to meet those of the other man's.
"You're just in time," he drawled softly as he turned his body and held his arm out for Justin to enter. "Come on in." He couldn't help standing by the door just long enough to admire Justin's perfectly-curved ass before he finally swung the door closed and hoped that he had effectively shut off what would be his guest's only route of escape….Because if things went the way he planned, he wasn't planning on letting this man come up for air for hours…
Justin took a deep breath of nervousness and let it out as he walked further inside; his face warmed as he realized Brian hadn't followed him. He must still be standing by the door, which could only mean one thing: he was 'admiring the view.' He licked his lips to wet them as he got his first look at where Brian lived; it was quite impressive befitting the successful man's stature: almost impossibly-high ceilings, exposed, metal beams reflecting the heritage of the building's original purpose, sleek, designer furniture with curved, smooth lines, and an open floor plan with polished wooden floors. It was elegantly appointed and masculine, just like its owner….His eyes fell upon a large portrait of a man, totally unclothed and posing in such a way that it left nothing to the imagination, who was standing prominent watch over the space like some erotic sentinel…..He wondered fleetingly if he would be attired in the same state of undress later on that evening before his thoughts were interrupted by his dinner host….
"See anything you like?" he heard Brian ask from behind in that velvety, sexy voice of his; he jumped a little as he realized the other man had somehow managed to approach so close to him he could feel his breath whispering on his neck. He closed his eyes for a moment, chiding himself for his immature, childish reaction to a simple question, before he turned around slowly to observe Brian leaning casually against the bar counter with that maddening, endearing smirk on his face.
Justin raised his chin a little higher in defiance, vowing not to come across as some shy, nervous little schoolboy. "Yeah," he said, meeting Brian's gaze evenly. "It's quite a place."
Brian nodded silently, still not quite believing he finally had Justin alone, and all to himself. He knew they had a lot to say to each other, but he would have been lying if he hadn't admitted he was thinking about some other form of much more pleasurable communication at the moment. For now, though, he instinctively knew he had to take things slow…..this was not a casual fuck he was looking at – this was someone special, very, very special…
"I've got dinner warming in the oven," he told Justin, pushing himself off from the counter. "How about some wine?"
Justin nodded as he silently watched Brian walk over to the wine bottle and pull out the cork before pouring some of the dark liquid into two rounded goblets; he looked so sexy in the outfit he was wearing – every movement, every muscle rippled under the satiny shirt as he turned to walk toward him and extend one of the glasses out for him to take. Their eyes met as Justin reached out to accept the glass; a small blaze of intense desire flashed through him as their fingers brushed against each other before he took the stem of the glass in his slightly-shaking hand and raised the rim to his lips.
Brian watched the full, perfectly-shaped lips of his dinner companion open slightly to drink some of the burgundy, watching Justin's Adam's apple move as he swallowed; his eyes widened and his cock twitched as he thought what it would feel like to have those perfectly-shaped lips sucking him off and that pale, smooth throat greedily swallowing his come after he had thrust his cock in and out of Justin's mouth. He had to hastily down a large gulp of his own wine before he found his voice to ask, "Want to go sit down on the couch for a while?" He added softly, "We have a lot to discuss." How he was going to be able to keep his hands off this other man, though, was unfathomable to him as Justin nodded and led the way over to the couch, Brian watching the way his ass cheeks moved back and forth under the form-fitting fabric…He groaned softly at his body's reaction while at the same time stunned at the power this diminutive blond had over him – and his heart.
Justin tentatively took a seat on the cream-colored, modern-looking sofa at the far end of it and gazed up as a little anxiously as Brian loomed over him. He had the sensation that something larger than life was about to happen as Brian slowly lowered his long body on the sofa to sit mere inches away from him; he could have sworn he felt a minute movement on Brian's part as their thighs came into contact with other and he could feel the warmth of Brian's skin even through the fabric as he slowly raised his eyes to meet his.
Strains of a slow, erotic saxophone solo drifted toward them as he mutely watched Brian take his wine glass away from him and gently place both goblets down on the glass coffee table. His eyes dilated as Brian stared into them before whispering, "I don't think I gave you a proper greeting before."
The two men stared at each other intently before Brian slowly leaned in, placing one warm hand under the pale chin to lightly lift Justin's face level with his own before his lips touched the full mouth, tentatively at first, almost hesitantly until he felt Justin pressing back and he instantly deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and seeking entrance with his tongue. It was just as exquisite, if not more so, than the other times they had kissed but this time he knew there would be no one – or nothing – to disturb them. He heard a soft moan of response as Justin opened his lips for him to deepen the kiss even more, his tongue swirling all over the inside of his mouth as Brian placed his hands on Justin's upper arms and pushed them closer together.
He was disappointed slightly when several seconds later he felt Justin pushing back against his chest; he had no doubt that his dinner companion could feel his rapidly-beating heart beneath his palms as he reluctantly broke off their kiss, staring into the wide-blue eyes and the flushed face of the man he had just kissed to within an inch of his life. He could hear soft pants coming from his own lips as he whispered back, "What?"
Justin shook his head slightly, the blond's swollen lips no doubt a reflection of what his own looked like at the moment; his heart was palpating furiously just over their kiss. He watched as Justin reached up to place his fingers against his lips to softly explain, "I'm…..you know I'm attracted to you," he began, gazing into his eyes.
Brian searched his face for the emotion hidden there before he said, "Well, it's mutual then; I'm obviously attracted to you, too," he admitted, realizing that had to be a given. He thought, who wouldn't be? And he was sure his actions toward Justin had been pretty apparent regarding that. "So what's wrong?"
Justin bit his lip, looking for a moment like a scared little boy, just the thing he had been trying to avoid. What was the problem? Brian obviously wanted him, and he obviously wanted Brian. They were two healthy, consenting adults and fuck knows he had fantasized about this for a long time now, practically ever since he had laid eyes on this enormously sexy and handsome man. He wasn't naïve – he knew when Brian had asked him here for dinner, he wanted to do a lot more than just talk, and frankly, so did he. So what was the harm in expressing what both of them were yearning to do?
But he longed to know – he had to know – if there was more to them than just some strong physical attraction. Because he knew he cared for Brian more than for just a sexual partner. He continued to internalize incoherent thoughts as Brian lazily rubbed his thumbs across the fabric of the shirt; it was hard to think, let alone talk, with this man touching him like that…..
"I…I thought you wanted to talk," he struggled to point out, his voice almost breathless as he averted his gaze; the longer he stared into those golden eyes, the less his resolve was fading to care one way or the other; the impetus to just go at like two animals in heat was getting stronger and stronger the longer they sat so close together and he felt Brian's touch….
Where he got the fortitude to do it, he'll never know; but he pulled back just enough to look evenly into Brian's eyes to remind him, "You said we had a lot to discuss." Even though he somehow knew things were about to change irrevocably between them, he still wanted to know what Brian needed to say – he was fervently hoping it would echo his own feelings.
Brian sighed in resignation; yes, he had told Justin that. And as much as he wanted to lay this beautiful blond promptly down on his back on the couch and fuck him senseless, he also had promised to talk to him, to get to know him better, and he still wanted that, too. But he wanted him so badly at the moment, he could hardly stand it…..With great difficulty, then, he forced himself to drop his hands from Justin's shoulders and reach to pick up his drink. He eyed his companion carefully as he took a sip before cradling it in his lap with both hands, partly to steady it but mainly to help keep his hands off his beautiful guest. "Yes, I did," Brian told him softly.
Justin exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing. He mimicked Brian's action by picking up his own glass and taking a small drink, needing some type of anchor to hold onto; the coldness of the glass seemed to blunt just a little of Brian's close proximity, as bracing it on his left leg, he whispered, "What did you want to talk about, then?"
Brian smiled slightly. Where should he start? There was so much to say, so much to tell him….. He decided to start with what his friend had revealed to him. "I went to find you the other day when Gus was due to be discharged; Dr. Chanders told me why you weren't there."
Justin's eyes widened in surprise as he felt embarrassment creep into his cheeks. "She did? Everything?"
Brian nodded as he scowled, growling, "They had no fucking right to do that, Justin."
"Well, I didn't exactly agree with Dr. McKenzie's opinion about my conduct being inappropriate to the hospital," he told Brian cryptically. "But he's the Chief of Staff; there wasn't much I could do about it. That didn't meant I liked it, though. But what could I do, Brian? I'm just an orderly there."
"Don't sell yourself short, Justin," the brunet rebuked him promptly. "You're not just 'some orderly'; I saw the effect you had on Gus and some of the other children while I was there. You care about what you do and you go way above and beyond what's expected of you. Those kids need someone to help make them feel better while they're patients; they need someone to make them happy and make them laugh; you do that. You should hold your head up high and not let what that fucker did drag you down."
Justin smiled in gratitude over Brian's heartfelt statement. "That means a lot to me," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion all of a sudden. "I really miss being around them. It makes me feel so good to think I'm helping them in some way."
Brian gazed into his eyes before saying, "You are, believe me." He twisted one side of his mouth upward. "You've practically replaced me with Gus already," he teased.
Justin shook his head with a smile. "No….I seriously doubt that; I've seen the way he looks at you, Brian – and the way you look at him."
Brian nodded as he continued to stare into the intense blue eyes. "I know you have – it's the same way you drew us in your drawing."
Justin diverted his gaze, for some reason uncomfortable to have so much of the spotlight. "You got it, then."
Brian smiled over at him tenderly. "Yeah, I got it. And the letter addressed to my alias," he said as Justin raised his head to look over at him with a grin. The brunet's voice softened as he added, "That drawing you made – Justin, it was very realistic." He really wanted to say more than that, but he always found it so difficult. He was never one to gush over something, and he wouldn't start now. But he wanted Justin to know just the same how much that drawing meant to him. "You have an incredible artistic talent," he told him sincerely. "And I was…..touched that you would do that for me."
Justin flushed at all the compliments. "It….it was nothing," he murmured. "Just something I drew up, mainly for Gus," he persisted.
Brian smiled. "That's funny – the envelope inside definitely had my name on it, and I could have sworn Lindsey told me you asked her to give it to me." He watched as Justin blushed in response, answering the statement without saying a word. "I want you to know it has a special place in my bedroom," he told the blond. "Maybe you'd like to see it," he added huskily, unable to keep the hopefulness in his tone from escaping just a little.
Justin followed Brian's gaze over to a separate room, elevated slightly from the main room. Just the thought of being in that private chamber, alone with this sexy man, caused all sorts of wild thoughts to enter his mind. "I….maybe later," he finally managed to utter somewhat helplessly as Brian grinned at him knowingly; he quickly took another sip of his wine to try and calm his nerves, afraid to look over at Brian for fear his true desires were written all over his face.
"I went to see him, by the way," Brian said abruptly as Justin looked over at him and frowned.
"Who?"
"Your homophobic boss," he growled as Justin's eyes grew big as saucers.
"You went to see Dr. McKenzie? Fuck!" he exclaimed, his mouth agape. "Why?"
"To tell him what a shithead he was," Brian snarled. "To tell him what an asshole the doctor was for reporting what he saw. To tell him what a big mistake he was making. And to tell him what a piece of shit I thought he and this other nameless doctor were for what they did."
Justin shook his head in stunned amazement. "You did that?" Brian nodded his head. "Shit! What did he say?" He balanced his wine glass on his knee with one hand, the drink all but forgotten now…..
"He didn't say much," Brian told him regretfully. "Cited confidentiality bullshit or something like that. But he definitely found out how I felt before I left."
Justin continued to stare at him incredulous. "You did that for me?" he asked in awe, amazed that such a successful, affluent man like Brian Kinney would care enough about his welfare to go to bat for him like that.
"I did it for everyone who's ever been discriminated against just for being a queer; I despise bigoted homophobes," he snarled. Justin nodded, thinking that made perfect sense; Brian would never be the kind of man to sit still if he thought he or anyone else was being targeted because of their lifestyle. He noticed Brian place his glass back down on the coffee table to turn toward him and nod. "But….. I mainly did it for you," he verified, gazing into Justin's eyes intently.
Justin's heart began to pound at the intense look Brian was giving him. "I…..I don't know what to say," Justin replied softly, looking down in his lap in sudden self-consciousness. He watched Brian reach over and take his glass away from him, feeling another jolt of electricity pass through his body as Brian's fingers brushed once more against his. He followed Brian's movements as the brunet rose to his feet and extended his hand downward toward him, the strands of a sultry tune softly playing overhead. "Dance with me," the man commanded huskily, leaving no room in his tone for Justin to refuse, not that he would have wanted to anyway.
Feeling a little like some vulnerable gazelle about to be lured into a sexy cheetah's clutches, he placed his smaller hand in Brian's as the man tugged him forcefully to his feet. Brian pulled him by his wrist over toward the center of the room before taking him in his arms, his hands sliding around to link behind Justin's back to hold him tightly against his body as he involuntarily gasped in response to the close contact.
As they began to sway in time to the music, Justin placed his hands against Brian's chest and held on for dear life; the charge that had swept through his body simply by a touching of their hands before was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. His heart was hammering in his chest as it threatened to explode, and each time Brian's groin brushed against his cock, it sent shockwaves of pleasure shooting through him.
Brian watched, entranced, as Justin's skin practically glowed under the effects of the soft lighting; as the blond shyly raised his silver-blue eyes to gaze into his own somewhat uncertainly, he was captivated by this young man's beauty and compassion. He leaned over to brush his lips across Justin's pale, smooth neck. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered near his ear, hearing a small sound like a surprised "oh" escape the perfect lips….the lips that were just ripe for plucking. He pulled back just enough to stare Justin in the eyes, observing the pink-tinged cheeks as he slowly leaned in to touch the warm, soft mouth with a whisper of a kiss on the corner, trailing his lips across his cheek and down his neck again, nuzzling his head against the soft hair of his nape as he felt Justin shiver in his embrace. Why did he feel so tender around this man all of a sudden? Normally at this stage anything remotely resembling foreplay would have been dismissed immediately, and he would have been furiously ripping the clothes off this man to fuck him right where they stood. But with Justin, there was something about him, something almost fragile, almost delicate like some fine china. His suspicion that this man was going to be the long-term exception to his 'one-fuck-only' policy was quickly being proven; the thought was exhilarating but it still scared the shit out of him. He had never 'done' emotional entanglements before, and he had no idea where this would all end up. One thing he did know, though – he had to find out, because he knew Justin expected more from him, demanded more from him in order for them to be together.
With extreme reluctance, therefore, he pulled back to gaze at his guest's face to whisper, "Ready for dinner?"
Justin looked at him in shock; his lips were tingling with anticipation over what no doubt would be yet another passionate kiss and Brian was pulling back from him for dinner? He quickly covered his disappointment as he swallowed before nodding, not trusting his voice to come out as a sort of choked squeak if he were to try to speak. Brian placed his arm lightly around his waist and began to lead him over toward the dining room, pausing just long enough to scoop up their glasses to carry them over to the table with them.
"Have a seat, Florence, and I'll get our first course," he said with a smirk; Justin found himself relaxing a little at his cutesy nickname. Brian didn't seem any different to him – still talking with just a hint of sarcasm mixed in with his quirky sense of humor – but he still couldn't quite figure out why he had stopped just as they were about to kiss again. He followed Brian's movements as he walked over toward the kitchen and pulled the oven door open with a couple of cloth mitts to retrieve a small, rectangular disposable aluminum tray. Placing it down on top of the smooth-top stove, he reached into one of the overhead cabinets to retrieve a couple of small, matching crystal appetizer plates and set them down next to the covered pan.
"Can I help?" Justin called from his place at the table.
Brian pondered that for a second, deciding he wouldn't mind having his delectable dinner guest underfoot – at least until he could hopefully be under him in his bed. "Why don't you pour us some more wine?" he suggested, as Justin pushed back from his chair and walked over with the two goblets to join him.
He scrunched up his nose adorably, at least in Brian's estimation, as he walked up next to Brian and enthused, "Something smells wonderful."
Brian looked at him intently. "Yes, it does," he agreed, leaving no doubt he wasn't talking about the food and making Justin blush once more. He was finding this whole, almost flirty, coquettish side to Brian enormously sexy and appealing and he found he couldn't get enough. Of course, it also made him horny as hell, too, a problem he was having a hard time disguising at the moment; he could feel the tightness in his pants as overt evidence of that fact. He reddened even deeper as Brian's gaze swept down to his groin and he smirked, knowing full well the effect he was having on him. He couldn't help registering a certain satisfaction, though, in realizing that he was having the same result on Brian; the man's pants had become even more form-fitting since they had first met earlier tonight.
Justin cleared his throat as he set Brian's wine glass down next to him on the kitchen counter and took another sip from his own goblet. "What is it?" he asked curiously, nodding toward the plan as he smelled a faint hint of Parmesan.
"Garlic Butter Parmesan Shrimp," Brian advised his guest, who smiled in appreciation. Brian pulled off the metal top of the container to expose the plump, jumbo shrimp swimming in an aromatic butter sauce. He had initially meant to scoop them up with tongs with the intention of placing them on the plates, but he suddenly had a better idea. Reaching in to pull a shrimp out by its tail, he held a towel under it. Holding the slippery shrimp between his two fingers, he extended it out to Justin and huskily whispered to him, "Taste it."
Justin's eyes darkened with desire as he locked gazes with Brian; never taking his eyes off the sexy man, he somehow found the courage to take hold of Brian's wrist to steady the brunet's hand before he opened his lips and allowed Brian to slide the shrimp inside as he took bit down on the crustacean, latching onto Brian's fingers as his lips made an 'O' shape around them before Brian ever so slowly pulled his fingers back out, now wet with Justin's saliva.
Brian thought he had never seen, or felt, anything more erotically arousing in his entire life as he reached over to snag another shrimp. "More," he whispered as a statement, not a question as he reenacted the same motion again, this time taking even longer to remove his fingers from Justin's mouth. As he pulled them out and placed the remaining shrimp tail down on top of the aluminum lid, he turned around to notice a small amount of sauce that had dripped out of Justin's mouth; Justin's eyes widened slightly as the brunet leaned down and swabbed the buttery liquid up with his tongue. As their eyes locked, he was unable to withstand the temptation any longer as he promptly grabbed Justin roughly by the shoulders and slammed their bodies together as he plastered his lips onto his companion's. Quickly angling his head to deepen the penetration, he heard a groan escape either his or Justin's lips – he wasn't sure and he didn't care, either; he was too caught up in the emotions coursing through his body as they started to tongue-fuck each other's mouths to figure it out.
He took one hand and possessively placed it at the back of Justin's head, telling him silently that he was his and he wasn't going anywhere as they continued to kiss, hands groping and caressing as their legs tangled together. Two steel-hard cocks brushed together encased in denim, crying out desperately for release, as the kiss went on and on…..
"I want you so fucking badly," Brian growled as they finally came up for air, both men's chests heaving over the exertion. "I want to eat that teasing little ass all night long and fuck you so many times you'll need this week off just to recover."
Justin trembled over the sultry, controlling tone of Brian's voice; he couldn't deny his strong feelings for this man. But for some odd reason, he found himself hesitating, his insecurities flaring to the surface. Once he and Brian had fucked, would he find his ass promptly out on the street tomorrow, never to return? He knew that once he surrendered his heart as well as his body to this man, there would be no going back for him; could he continue to satisfy and excite a man as dominating and powerful as Brian Kinney was, though?
"Brian," Justin breathed out as he struggled to control his body's reaction and think; a few seconds more and he knew they would both be standing there totally nude and fucking each other's brains out on the kitchen table or even the floor – that was how badly his body was crying out for this man…..
Brian, however, barely heard his soft protest as he reached over and began to unbutton Justin's shirt to expose more of the creamy, smooth skin underneath. He leaned down and licked a wet trail with his tongue from Justin's clavicle to his left shoulder as he pushed the fabric partially off Justin's body. "So beautiful," Brian murmured in appreciation, nuzzling his cheek against the warm skin as Justin shivered in reaction. "So fucking beautiful," he repeated, oblivious to Justin's internal conflict.
"Brian, wait," he breathlessly implored, finally taking his hands to cradle the brunet's head to raise it up and force him to stop. Brian slowly lifted his eyes to lock onto Justin's, puzzlement on his face; there was no way he could mistake Justin's response to his overtures – he wanted him just as he badly as he did. "Bed?" he whispered huskily, misinterpreting Justin's plea as he swooped down for another brief kiss. He was more than happy to move things into the bedroom, as he took hold of the slender wrist and started to tug Justin toward his king-sized bed to continue what they had started.
"No," Justin choked out, feeling almost dizzy after being thoroughly kissed by this man; Brian stopped their forward motion finally to turn and place his arms around Justin's waist.
"What?" he asked softly, impatient to continue their lovemaking but anxious to know what had caused the beautiful face to suddenly frown. "You want to eat first?" he drawled. "That's exactly what I had in mind, too….." His hands somehow managed to sneak inside Justin's shirt from behind and began to make lazy, circular patterns all over his back, making Justin's body temperature shoot up dramatically at the sensation of skin-on-skin as he shivered again.
He shook his head, struggling to speak. He had never been one for one-night, casual fucks; if he was with a man, he was with him, body and soul. He had to be sure….. "Brian….."
The brunet stared into the blue eyes, anxious to know what was amiss, but he couldn't wait much longer for this moment; he had waited way too long already and he knew it wouldn't take much to throw him over the edge. "Justin… God; just tell me what you want. You're driving me crazy here."
Justin flushed at the urgent tone in Brian's voice and the lust-filled expression on his face. The brunet's eyes bored into his as he continued to caress his back slowly, almost unknowingly, but Justin was feeling every long-fingered movement intensely. "I…I need to know something, Brian; the truth now," he said with amazing firmness, surprised at the clear tone of his voice.
Brian shook his head slightly, flummoxed. They were about to finally fuck and Justin was going philosophical on him? "What?" he asked quietly sighing in resignation. "Tell me what you need to know." Tell me so we can move on to more pleasurable matters…..
"I…..I need to know what I mean to you," he whispered, averting his eyes in embarrassment over having to ask and come off as some needy little twink.
Brian's hands stilled on his warm, soft skin. "What you mean to me?" he almost dumbly repeated.
Justin nodded, swallowing the hard, nervous lump in his throat. "What am I to you, Brian?" he asked plaintively.
Brian huffed slightly, somewhat irritated that just as they were finally about to do what he had been fantasizing about for days now, Justin wanted to discuss their 'feelings.' "Justin….why are we having this discussion now?"
"Why not?" the blond countered, a little aggravated now that Brian seemed to be brushing off his concerns. "What am I to you, Brian?" he repeated again, this time a little more loudly.
"Well, right now you're kind of a pain in the ass, and not in a good way," Brian hissed, opening his mouth before his brain had time to think. He winced as Justin seemed to almost flinch at his sarcastic words; why the hell did he always find it so hard to express how he felt to someone, especially someone who meant so much to him? He cursed himself silently for being such a dumbass when, with alarm, he felt Justin pushing himself away from him.
"Justin…."
The blond wrenched himself away from Brian's embrace. "That's what I was afraid of!" he cried out as he started tucking his shirt back into his jeans and buttoning it. "You'd say anything to get me into bed with you! Well, I don't do one-night stands, Mr. Kinney! You'll have to find some other man to nurse your ego!"
He started to stomp over to the front door, having to unfortunately stop to pull the door back to open it. As he hesitated, Brian didn't have any problems whatsoever catching up to him as he grabbed Justin's upper arm and spun him around.
"Let me go!" Justin cried out angrily, but Brian merely pulled him back into his arms and held him in a vise.
"No fucking way, Justin Taylor!" he growled. "You and I are going to have a talk – a long talk! You wanted to know how I feel about you and you're damn well going to listen!" he said, his eyes blazing. "Now I can either drag you back over to the couch – I said the COUCH! – or you can walk over there yourself. Which is it going to be?" he asked, his eyes boring into Justin's and leaving no room for compromise. Brian realized he may be emotionally handicapped when it comes to expressing his true feelings, but this man was far too important. He wasn't about to let him leave without hashing things out first; in fact, he wasn't planning on letting him leave at all – at least not until he understood just what he meant to him. The thought of emoting to anyone terrified him, but he had to do it or risk losing Justin before he even had him. Why did he have to go and get attached to a sentimental, hearts-and-flowers type of man who wore his heart on his sleeve? He didn't know, but he DID know one thing – he wasn't letting him go that easily…..
"So, Florence…what's it going to be?"
Justin glared at him for a few seconds, realizing he was no match for Brian's brute strength. He had no real idea what Brian was going to say, but his heart told him to give him a chance. He sighed in annoyance. "All right – you've got fifteen minutes."