Brian watched Justin trod over to the couch and unceremoniously plop down on the far edge; if he had gotten any closer to the end of the furniture, he would have been sitting on the arm instead. Feeling all of a sudden like he had the plague or something, Brian sighed softly as he followed Justin over; hesitating for just a moment, he finally decided to sit somewhere in the middle of the couch, not quite brushing up against his dinner guest, but close enough to almost feel the affronted heat pouring off him. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage Justin to flee; his dinner guest was already skittish as it was, and despite his initial aggravation over Justin wanting to turn all philosophical on him, even he realized they had a lot to discuss tonight.
He had meant what he had said about not letting Justin leave; not exactly one to resort to strong-arm tactics (then again, he normally didn't have to, either, when it came to getting a man to share his bed), he would have definitely drug Justin over here to the couch if the blond had refused to come of his own accord. That was how important this was to him. He didn't quite know what it was about this young, feisty man, so atypical of his normal encounters, which so fascinated him and made him feel things he wasn't even aware he could feel. But as Justin stared back at him with nervous anticipation, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of blue like the clearest ocean, he knew there could be no going back; nor would he want to.
"Well?" Justin said softly as he hugged his hands around his body almost in a defensive posture; just sitting near this man did all sorts of crazy things to his insides. There was no denying his tremendous attraction to Brian on a physical level, and something told him his heart was about to take the same dramatic leap, but before he fell irrevocably over the precipice of his emotions, he had to know if Brian felt anywhere near the same way….It was important to him that he knew Brian didn't just consider him a one-time deal.
Brian sighed as he stared at Justin's rigid posture; his back was against the arm of the couch as he looked over at him cautiously. "You want me to get out a stopwatch, Justin? Am I down to only 14 minutes now?" He couldn't help the sarcastic comment; it was his typical defense mechanism when he was feeling insecure and unsure of how to proceed and this was definitely uncharted waters for him.
Justin huffed, choosing not to rise to the bait. "What I want is for you to be honest with me, Brian. I already told you; I'm not here for a one-night fuck and a thank you, it was great, now get out in the morning speech. And I don't want to be your pity fuck, either, because you feel responsible for what happened at the hospital." He uncrossed his arms and held them out as he eyed Brian warily; guarding his body as well as his heart from what he feared might come. "I want something more from you….from this."
Justin hadn't had much experience falling in love; oh, he had had a few infatuations in the short span of his sexual experience, but nothing like this; this was not the pangs of young love for a first crush or the brief high of some encounter at one of the dance clubs. Even though he didn't have any other equivalent experiences to compare this to, he knew nonetheless – this was it; this was what it felt like to fall in love, to give your heart to someone else. It was a physical rush, definitely, but it was so much more than that. It was a need to be near that person and think of him constantly, to never be able to get them out of your mind, no matter what you were doing or where you were. He knew that was certainly the case with him when it came to Brian. He dreamed about the man at night, the brunet holding him in his arms and never letting him go as they made love all night long, their bodies spooned together in sweaty, sated contentment afterward. Then he daydreamed about him during the day when he was at home, even while longing to be back at work with the children. The emotions he felt just by being around Brian, by the man looking at him as if he were the only man in the world, made his heart do somersaults and when they touched, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before – electric, powerful, all-consuming. He desperately wanted to believe that Brian's feelings were genuine for him and that he possessed more than just a desire to make him his next temporary, triumphant conquest. Either way, he had to know; once he gave his heart to this man he knew he would never be able to protect it from him – or take it back.
Brian brushed his hand through his hair, suddenly nervous as a school boy about to get his first blow job. What was the power this slender young blond had over him to make him feel this way? It made him want to stand up and bolt himself; laying his emotions out in the open was more terrifying to him than driving around the Indy 500 track at 200 mph, but if he were successful, the payback would be more than worth it.
Brian turned his body slightly to face Justin, their knees coming into slight contact with each other as he did so. He noticed a visible jolt from his companion at their accidental touch, and he marveled at the feelings dredged up inside his own body just from that incidental contact. Justin's reaction, unfortunately, was to scoot over just enough to move away from him. He knew it wasn't done out of repulsion or avoidance; he could tell that Justin wanted him just as much as he desired him. That realization gave him the additional strength to try and tell this man exactly what was in his heart.
"That's not why I asked you here, Justin," he began softly. "And I think you know that." He stared into the intense blue eyes, so pensive and apprehensive. Was Justin that unsure of his feelings for him? "Don't you?" he pressed.
Justin licked his lips and bit down on the lower flesh thoughtfully, his hopes warring with his uncertainty. "I…..I want to believe you," he finally whispered almost shyly as Brian's heart sang hopefully at the admission.
The brunet reached over and took Justin's hand between the two of his to slowly knead the soft flesh under his fingers; he could feel a slight trembling in response. "Then believe it," he urged Justin. "Because I do care about you…..and not just because you take good care of your patients – and their fathers."
He was rewarded with a slight smile in reaction to his light-hearted teasing as Justin corrected softly, "Just one father."
Brian's lips twisted in an amused smile. "Good…..because I wouldn't wanna go after them just like I did McKenzie. He didn't hit on you, too, did he?" he asked.
Justin huffed out a short laugh. "No…..He was too busy suspending me." Brian was disappointed to see his companion's smile fade at the thought of what had happened; it simply served to remind him of his part in all of it. It also reminded him of something else he wanted to talk to Justin about.
"Maybe that might turn out to be a good thing," Brian commented mysteriously as he stared into Justin's eyes; his heart dropped as Justin snatched his hand away in misunderstanding. Smooth move there, Kinney….
"A good thing?" he repeated angrily, his face flushed and his eyes flashing. "Suspending me for a week without pay and preventing me from taking care of the children is a good thing? If you feel that way, Mr. Kinney, then you don't really know me at all." He made a move to get up but Brian promptly grabbed his leg firmly to push him back down onto the couch; to Justin's consternation he wound up practically sitting on Brian's lap this time with his legs splayed over Brian's thighs, a fact the brunet took advantage of as he promptly wound his arms around Justin's waist and prevented him from moving further away.
"Is this the only way you can make someone stay – by restraining them?" Justin growled as he struggled to get up; his precarious position, however, prevented him from succeeding. "Let me go!"
"No way," Brian retorted, tightening his grip even more. "You promised me fifteen minutes, and I'm sure I've only used up five so far – that entitles me to at least ten more, and you're damned well going to give them to me!" He harrumphed. "You are the most stubborn man I've ever met, Justin Taylor; will you just fucking listen to me for a change?"
Justin continued to try and free himself, but with his hands effectively pinned to his sides by a pair of muscular arms he was no match for the stronger man. He finally rolled his eyes in disgust and fell back against the end of the couch in defeat. "Do I have a choice?"
Brian rolled his lips under. "No, you don't," he finally responded, his voice a little softer now. "What I was trying to say – before you so rudely interrupted me – is that you're wasting your talent there. Come and work for ME."
Justin blinked his eyes in disbelief, his anger quickly dissipating as he looked at Brian in shock, unable to believe what he had just heard. "Work….work for you?"
Brian nodded. "I could use your talent – your artistic talent," he added at Justin's skeptical look; he had a feeling Justin thought he was only offering him this opportunity to get into his pants and while that was a quite attractive, possible side benefit, it wasn't the main reason. "I'm always looking for employees that are the best at what they do, and after looking at that sketch of me and Gus that you drew, you have it in spades."
Despite his misgivings, Justin found himself blushing at Brian's words of praise; of course, the fact that he could feel Brian's hands splayed out over his lower back and slowly caressing him didn't help him to speak coherently, either. "You do?"
Brian smiled at his look of incredulity; did he not realize just how gifted he was? "Yes…you are so fucking talented, Justin, and I only employ the best. They can't be paying you shit over at the hospital anyway; to hell with McKenzie and the other homophobic assholes. Come to Kinnetik and work for me – you'd get double benefits from it."
Justin could feel his hands getting numb where they were firmly cradled to his side; Brian hadn't let up on his grip since he had pulled him back down – if anything he was holding onto him even tighter than before. "Double benefits?" he whispered, still reeling almost with dizziness at Brian's touch; he had to look away from the intense look Brian was giving him to concentrate on trying to sound rational.
He temporarily mourned inside as he felt Brian release his grip on him, but then let out a soft gasp of surprise as the brunet put one elegant hand under his chin and lifted his head to force him to gaze into his eyes. "Yeah," he huskily said as he stared at him intently. "You would get handsomely paid to do your job and I happen to know that you would also have special, exclusive fucking privileges with the boss whenever and wherever you wish; that is, if that's what you wanted." He didn't want Justin to think he would force him into that sort of relationship just to keep his job. While the thought of what they could be doing in his office – on the desk, on the couch, and in his personal bathroom – made his cock harden and twitch almost instantly in anticipation, it was vital that he make sure Justin knew it wasn't a requisite for him being hired.
Justin's face turned an even darker shade of pink at the sexy tone of Brian's voice; that and his mention of 'fringe benefits' made his body tingle in anticipation. God….he could drown in those eyes….
It was so tempting to take Brian up on his unexpected offer; he was sure Brian would definitely pay more than what the hospital was paying him – at least when he wasn't suspended and was actually drawing a salary – and the other 'side benefit' had its appeal as well, but was it the right move for him? Before he was suspended, he hadn't realized just how much of an impact the children he was exposed to on a daily basis had not only made on his art but on his life; just seeing a sick child's eyes light up at the sight of him visiting or helping them paint, or seeing a smile on a child who hadn't done so in days due to their pain, brought such an unbelievable sense of joy and accomplishment to him. No amount of extra salary could ever replace the high he got from knowing he was making a difference in those children's lives….
Yet he was still very distressed over his suspension and the narrow-mindedness of some of the people there, although he suspected he could run into that anywhere and at any job. No doubt Brian wouldn't put up with it at Kinnetik once he knew about such situations and would obviously have the power to eliminate any outright homophobic employees at will, but that didn't mean it wouldn't occur there from time to time as well. Should he give up on something that brings him such fulfillment to himself and joy to others just because of a few, thoughtless, bigoted people?
Brian held his breath as he stared into the beautiful blond's eyes; he could almost see the thought wheels turning inside his head as he contemplated his unexpected offer. He thought this would be the perfect solution for Justin, and he hoped he felt that way as well. If he had learned one thing about this particular man, though, it was that he didn't always react the way he thought he would. To Brian, that made him quite fascinating but also frustrating as hell.
"I'm flattered, Brian….," he heard his companion say.
He frowned; he could hear a distinctive 'but' about to emerge from the gloriously-full lips and he couldn't believe it. Was he being turned down twice, professionally as well as personally? "But….?" he prodded as he moved his hand to curve it around Justin's cheek, watching the golden lashes briefly flutter closed at his touch as he relished the soft skin underneath and found himself wanting to feel more of that skin on other parts of the slender body.
Justin bit his lower lip, still undecided what to do; his logical side told him to take the damn job and the higher salary, but his heart told him not to abandon all the children who needed him. He finally sighed softly in regret, knowing he was an idiot perhaps, but also knowing what his answer had to be. "My job means a lot to me," Justin found himself saying as he opened his eyes and looked at Brian, surprising even himself. He was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate the longer Brian touched him anyway. "The…..the children need me," he struggled to say.
To the blond's relief and sanity, Brian dropped his hand from Justin's cheek, but the moment of respite was only temporary as he took Justin's right hand in his; he idly rubbed his thumb over the soft flesh as he replied, "Justin, your feisty little doctor friend told me you were going to have a hard time going without pay next week. Sometimes you have to sacrifice a little nobility for reality; principles don't pay the utility bills or buy food. Let me help you and you can give McKenzie a big fuck you while you're at it. You need a job and I want you around; we both win this way."
Well, Justin thought, he supposed at the moment that was as much of an admission that Brian wanted more than just a casual fuck out of him that he would get, at least for now, but it wasn't exactly a declaration of undying love, either. He knew in a way that Brian was right, though; he realized McKenzie had 'proper procedures' to follow, but the unpaid suspension he had been given still upset him greatly and it had turned his world upside down. He felt like a ship tossing wildly lost in an unchartered sea without his job, and he felt empty and unimportant. Through his art, he tried to give the children something to take their minds off their pain and their problems; what he had received in return was so much more. The children gave him a purpose in life and a meaning to his art. It made him feel like he was making a difference in their lives. Brian was right – nobility was a poor substitute for good, old-fashioned cash, but what he gave those children and what they gave him in return couldn't be measured in dollars and cents.
As painful as a week without pay would be, then, he made his decision; he was still having a hard time verbalizing it, though, as Brian continued to gently rub his thumb across the top of his hand, each stroke causing his body temperature to rise accordingly. "Like I said," he told Brian finally, struggling to speak. "I'm flattered, but the answer is no. I want to stay at the hospital."
Brian huffed out a small breath of disappointment, not so much because Kinnetik wouldn't have the advantage of Justin's unique artistic talent, but frankly, because he wouldn't get to see him on a daily basis. While his son had been so ill, he had found himself looking forward to Justin's interaction with him – it had provided a small bit of comfort and a sort of lifeline during such a horrid, trying period. Over time, though, it had become much more than just a pleasant diversion from the stress over his son's condition; he had found himself drawn to the other man by his personality, vitality, sense of humor, and compassion. Somewhere along the line, he had started to care deeply for this man, and now he couldn't let him go – he wouldn't.
"Justin," he tried once more. He took his other hand in his now, noticing the blue eyes widen perceptibly as he pointed out, "I admire you for wanting to help those children; hell, if it hadn't been at least partly for you, I'm convinced Gus would have been a lot worse off than he was while he was hospitalized, and I really think he wouldn't have recovered so quickly. And he's become very fond of his 'Orly.' So has his father," he admitted softly, looking down to avoid staring into the sapphire eyes for fear he would give too much away. He wasn't used to feeling such intense emotions for another man, let alone verbalizing them, so he found himself actually frightened by how deeply he was falling for Justin. He finally lifted his head, though, to look into his companion's eyes, finding his surprised gaze locked on his. He licked his lips nervously before saying, "I'm not going to lie to you, Justin. I'd like having you around on a daily basis, so that would definitely be a perk to having you work for me. I've missed seeing you," he admitted a little self-consciously. "But it's much more than that; this is a great opportunity for you to showcase your artistic ability, and I'm sure it would pay a damned sight more than what you're making as an orderly at the hospital. Can't you see that?"
"I'm sure it would," Justin agreed readily, still trying to get past Brian's admission about how he felt about him; that was what he had been searching for ever since he got here this evening, and at last Brian was beginning to lay his feelings for him out on the line. He somehow instinctively knew how hard that must be for someone like him to admit. "But I feel like I'm where I need to be, where I have to be. I'll manage somehow until I can go back to work."
Brian sighed in disappointment, frustrated that he couldn't help Justin, but perhaps even more disappointed that he wasn't able to persuade him to come work for him so he could see him all the time. He leaned over closer to his companion, whose blue eyes widened in response, whispering, "I'm not giving up that easily, Justin; I've got at least five more minutes to change your mind," he drawled out in a silky voice, noticing just the tip of a pink tongue emerging to nervously wet the inviting lips. His gaze automatically lowered to concentrate on the full mouth before he raised his eyes again to stare into Justin's, silently seeking acceptance of what he was about to do and finding to his elation that there was no apparent resistance being given. "I think I could use some more CPR training from my expert anyway."
Justin's breath hitched as he realized what Brian was about to do; he could feel his back pressed up against the arm of the couch and he knew he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and frankly, that was the last thing he wanted to do, despite his earlier attempt to leave. "Brian…." He whispered out, noticing the other man's lips twitch slightly in response to the use of his name. He didn't even know what he was about to say, but it didn't matter; any coherent thought promptly went out the window as Brian's hands moved upward to grasp him firmly on both shoulders and the brunet slowly moved in to touch his lips with his, Justin's eyes fluttering closed to relish the moment. It was nothing like the earlier kiss in the kitchen, where it had been primal and needy; this one was almost gentle, tentative, providing just the hint of more to come. It wasn't passionate – even though he suspected that soon it would be – but in a way it was even more revealing to him in its almost reverent, tender touch. It spoke volumes to him regarding Brian's feelings and was a balm to his fragile, vulnerable heart and soul as his lips instinctively parted in silent invitation for more.
He gasped softly as Brian pushed his tongue in to savor the sweetness hidden there; the brunet's arms wound themselves around Justin's body again, one coming to rest on his upper back while the other crept lower toward the waistband of his pants as it snaked inside his shirt.
Justin felt himself go dizzy with desire as he reached up to grasp Brian's shirt and clung onto the fabric for dear life as Brian's tongue deftly snaked in between his lips to begin a leisurely, sensual assault of his mouth; he groaned as he felt the warmth of Brian's hand deftly sneak inside the back of his pants and cup one of his ass cheeks to push their bodies even closer together. Before he knew it, he was pushed back even more firmly onto the arm of the couch and pinned possessively in place; he could feel the hard surface poking into the middle of his back as Brian continued his own personal 'persuasion campaign' to get him to change his mind, one hand on his ass and the other one sliding inside the unbuttoned part of his shirt to glide across the V of his exposed neck.
He gasped again into Brian's mouth as he felt the other man's long index finger brazenly moving up and down teasingly along the crease between his ass cheeks; he knew somehow it would be just a matter of time before that talented, probing finger found its way into his hole, but he had vastly underestimated Brian's alacrity. He bucked off the arm of the couch as he immediately felt the bold intrusion. "Fuck!" he cried out in exquisite torture as they finally broke off their kiss and he had a chance to try and regain some breath.
Brian chuckled softly at his reaction, feeling heady from the encouraging response he was getting. "That's coming," he told his companion huskily. Justin's face was flushed and sweaty just from the tone of Brian's voice and their kiss, the blond's lips thoroughly ravaged and plundered; the brunet thought he was the most intoxicating creature he had ever seen. "Changed your mind yet?" he huskily intoned, curling his lips under in amusement. He pressed his finger further inside Justin's puckered opening a bit more and waggled it slightly as the blond's hands clenched into tight fists of helplessness.
At that moment, Justin realized the few men he had been with before had merely been boys; this was a master playing him at his best and he knew he was going to be hard prone to resist both him and his 'offers.'
Emboldened, Brian began to brush his lips across Justin's cheek and then plastered them onto the side of his neck, his tongue coming out to lick a trail from the creamy flesh up to the lower lobe of his ear before he whispered, "It's getting fucking hot in here, don't you think?" he said, his warm breath washing over Justin and igniting a flame inside him. He couldn't resist nipping at the soft skin, feeling Justin's heart beating rapidly under his body as he added, "And I think we're both way overdressed. They always say you feel more comfortable in business meetings if you can imagine your audience naked."
"I…..I don't think that's quite right," Justin managed to stammer, unable to think about just what was wrong with that statement, though, because at the moment his thoughts were an incoherent jumble as Brian relentlessly continued to forge onward in one of his most important promotional campaigns – his pitch to get this man under his professional wing and into his bed.
He laughed at Justin's befuddled response as he whispered, "Well, let's just test that theory, shall we?" He continued to probe inside Justin's hole, this time pushing a second finger inside, glad he was effectively holding the blond's body down with his own so he couldn't throw him off the couch; the way his smaller body was arching in response to his touch, he had no doubt that Justin would do just that if he had the opportunity, but he wasn't going to give it to him. He began to adroitly unbutton the silky, blue shirt that made Justin's skin almost glow in the soft lighting, wanting to see more of what lay underneath, much more. "I need every advantage I can get to make you change your mind."
Justin's heart was pounding furiously as he felt Brian's fingers lightly skimming over his skin, amazed that the man could unbutton his shirt one-handed; to his consternation, Brian continued to sensually attack him front and back, his other hand continuing to scissor a couple fingers inside him in preparation for what he was beginning to think would be inevitable, despite his earlier declaration that he was leaving. And even though he hadn't been prepared for Brian's action, after the initial hiss of sharp pain the brunet's exploration of his body was metamorphosing into a heightened sense of distinctive pleasure as he struggled to maintain some sense of coherency.
"B…..Brian," Justin panted out as the brunet finished unbuttoning his shirt and the two sides flopped open on either side of his body, exposing his chest and belly to the cool loft air and Brian's appreciative, lust-filled gaze. He could swear his heart was exposed along with the rest of his body as he watched Brian's eyes darken as they slowly raked over his torso. He had to make one more attempt to ease the worries still invading his heart as he moved his hands to curve around either side of Brian's face. The hazel eyes bored into his as he whispered, "Brian…..before we…..before this goes any farther….."
"You still haven't changed your mind," Brian supplied for him; he was confused, though, when Justin shook his head. "Then what?" he asked softly, stilling his hand on Justin's chest; he slowly removed his fingers from their exploratory mission of Justin's ass to cup one of the soft globes instead, hearing his companion's groan of loss as he stared into the blond's intense blue eyes. "I know you want me, Justin, and God, you know I do, too. We're two, red-blooded, healthy and horny queers. So what is it?"
"Brian," Justin began again, his hands relishing the feel of Brian's warm, slightly-stubbled flesh beneath his touch as he slowly rubbed his thumb across his cheek. "You're right…..I still haven't changed my mind; not about that. But if….if we do this, there's no going back for me," he warned him, his emotion-filled voice barely above a whisper. "This is my heart on the line," he confessed almost in embarrassment, praying that Brian would understand what this meant to him, and hoping fervently that Brian felt the same way. He bit his lip nervously as he stared into the hazel eyes that were darkened with desire for him.
To Brian's credit, he didn't respond to Justin with amused flippancy or disdain, but rather astonishing candor, especially for him. "I know," he answered softly, his breathing heavy and labored as he tried to slow his own heartbeat down; Justin wasn't the only one that was being deeply affected by what they were doing. "That's how you are," he murmured as his hand slid up to stroke Justin's face tenderly. "I wouldn't have you any other way," he said, unable to keep from smiling just a bit at the double meaning.
"Brian…." His companion answered in frustration, still not quite ready to accept what he was saying at face value.
Brian stared into the insecure eyes; after all this time, how could Justin not realize that it wasn't just his own heart at stake here? "It's my heart on the line, too," Brian finally confessed, amazed that the world didn't come crashing down upon him after making that heartfelt statement; rather, he found himself smiling back in relief at the glowing face staring up at him in astonished delight. "I mean it, Justin," he whispered, his eyes boring into his companion's. He sighed. "In fact, if you really need me to prove it to you," he continued, wondering if he had lost his mind now, "As much as it fucking kills me to even think about it because God knows I'm horny as hell for you, I'll let you up right now and let you walk out this door tonight; I'll wait if that's what you really need." He slowly stroked his thumb across the soft, downy skin of Justin's cheek as he noticed the blond's eyes widening in shock as well as stunned surprise at his declaration. "It's your call." He didn't dare tell this man exactly how much power he had over him, how he had never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever make this offer to anyone; he realized how deeply affected he was by this man and the lengths he would go to just to be with him, but he wasn't quite ready to verbalize that yet – he only wished fervently that Justin could ascertain that fact without him having to say it out loud. As he looked at Justin's face, he was glad to see that he did know...
Justin's heart stopped in his throat; he finally had no doubt that Brian's motives weren't just fleeting and hedonistic in nature; this powerful, sexy, glorious man cared about him, much more than just for a one-night pleasure. As Brian looked at him with anxious expectation, waiting for him to make up his mind, he knew there could only be one response he could give him. He placed his fingers on Brian's cranberry-colored lips and swept them across his mouth slowly, almost reverently, as he shook his head, causing the brunet to misread his reaction and groan in frustrated disappointment.
Brian was prepared to make good on his promise to release Justin from his embrace, as much as he hated like hell to do it; his pulse sped up in exultation, however, as Justin whispered shyly, "I'm not going anywhere…..except to your bed."
Smiling, Brian leaned down to capture Justin's lips for a brief but passionate kiss as he removed his hand from around Justin's ass. He gently swung Justin's legs around toward the floor as he rose up from the couch, his eyes dark with desire for this beautiful man as his heart thudded in his chest over the knowledge that the two of them were finally going to make love. He reached his hand down to his companion; the pale, slender fingers were placed in his hand trustingly as he whispered simply to Justin, "Come with me, then, and let me show you what you mean to me."
He easily pulled Justin to his feet, their fingers linking together as he pulled him against his body to give him another kiss. "You're so beautiful," escaped his lips almost involuntarily as they pulled apart and he saw the same desire in his eyes reflected back at him. He reached up with his one hand to push the royal blue fabric off one pale shoulder and then the other, Justin breaking their hand hold long enough to allow the soft, filmy fabric to float slowly down to the floor. Brian reached over in hopes of unbuttoning the lone button of Justin's fly, desiring to see all of the glorious body he was about to explore thoroughly, but he was stymied by Justin's hand reaching over to grab his. Brian's eyes lifted to meet his questioningly as Justin whispered shyly, barely able to control his own anticipation, "Your turn now."
Brian smiled slightly in understanding as he watched Justin reach over with somewhat shaky hands to begin unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. It was all he could do not to touch the slender body as he waited impatiently for his lover to finish his task; his heart thumped in his chest each time Justin's fingers brushed against his skin and he was amazed at his reaction to such a minor touch. He watched, entranced, as Justin's tongue slid out just slightly in concentration as he worked, finally succeeding in opening Brian's shirt. The blond's hands trembled just a bit as he grasped each side of the shimmery maroon fabric and slowly opened it, taking a moment to admire the exposed, smooth, bronzed flesh; the brunet accommodatingly dropped his hands down to his sides to help Justin slide the shirt off his shoulders as it, too, dropped to the ground slowly to join the other previously-discarded piece of clothing.
They stood there for a moment, both understanding that they were about to take a step into uncharted, new territory; a step that would be irreversible for both of them. Brian held out his hand silently in invitation; there was a slight pause as Justin weighed the significance of what he was about to do before he firmly placed his smaller hand in Brian's. Facing each other, the brunet nodded as he began to pull Justin toward the elevated bedroom space, their dinner still warming in the oven but now long forgotten in light of a more urgent appetite. In the heat of the moment he forgot how far it was to the bedroom, finding himself tripping slightly as he got to the raised step and bumping up against it; he heard Justin giggle softly in response, breaking the somewhat tense moment as he smiled back at him in self-deprecation.
"Someone must have moved it," Justin suggested teasingly, his eyes twinkling as Brian grinned and pulled him flush against his body. He held onto Justin's hand as he reached out to grasp the soft hair behind the blond's neck and lean down to kiss the soft lips once more. The two kissed for several seconds, their tongues swabbing the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly as two twin heartbeats beat as one in eagerness.
They eventually pulled back, reluctant to break off their kiss but cognizant of other pleasurable things to come. Brian's right hand slowly trailed lightly down Justin's stomach, watching in fascination as the muscles rippled underneath his touch, before he stopped at the waistband of Justin's jeans. As their gazes locked together, Brian whispered huskily, "I've been waiting a long time for this." He stared into Justin's eyes, so blue and intense, before his hand pulled at the single, round silver-colored tab and he pulled it free. Never taking his eyes off the flushed face of his lover, he slowly slid the zipper down, his breath catching in his throat as he was finally able to slide his hand inside the front of Justin's pants and curl his hand around a surprisingly thick, silky-smooth cock. Justin's head leaned back in ecstasy and he groaned in response as he felt Brian's warm hand slowly slide experimentally up and down his shaft, finally coming to rest near the end as he flicked his thumb expertly over the tip.
Justin moaned audibly as he jumped at the unexpected jolt of heat that ran through his body just at that simple gesture. Brian licked his lips hungrily like some sleek, sexy cat as he placed both hands at Justin's waist and gave the rest of his clothing a firm tug downward, staring with unabashed lust as he admired the slender, perfectly-proportioned body from the pale, slender torso down to the triangular nest of golden curls leading to his lover's dark-pink cock, hard and erect from his touch; the tip was beginning to ooze the telltale signs of desire for him and he could feel his own body desperately craving release in return. "So fucking hot," he stated unequivocally as Justin's face blushed a dark shade of pink at his appraisal. He slowly lowered himself to his knees to push the rest of the blond's clothing down further, pulling at Justin's shoes and socks to remove them so he could dispense with the rest of his apparel.
"God!" Justin cried out suddenly; he twisted his hands in the top of the brunet's hair as Brian placed his fingers around his thighs to brace himself and began to lick a wet path with his tongue from the tip of Justin's cock to the base; he couldn't help stealing a preamble taste of what was to come while he was conveniently positioned in just the right spot. He was dutifully rewarded with a salty/sweet taste of pure ambrosia leaking from Justin's cock and his body threatened to come right then and there just from the touch, sounds, and tastes he was experiencing with this man.
He slowly rose to his feet, his hands trailing up Justin's sides lightly as he stood before he decided he couldn't wait any longer; leaning down to quickly pull his shoes and socks off, he tugged his jeans down his long legs as he noticed Justin's eyes widen in shocked admiration. He had gone commando earlier, secretly hoping that he and Justin would arrive at just this moment in time and not wanting to waste any moment of them being together, and he smiled secretly as he observed the effect he was having on his lover; it was no doubt the same, intense feelings he was experiencing as well. Stepping out of his jeans, the two men were finally totally naked now with both showing obvious signs of impatience to move on with their lovemaking.
Brian sucked in his breath at the magnificent sight before him; this man had to be the perfect match for him in every way – physically, emotionally, as well as intellectually. He couldn't wait to find out how they fit together in bed, too. He took Justin's hand and led him the few steps over to the king-sized piece of furniture, turning Justin so his back was to the mattress. He smiled at him reassuringly as he gently pushed on his shoulders to sit him down on the edge, staring at his slender body appreciatively. He nudged his chin upward in mute request for Justin to scoot upward onto the bed, relieved when his companion understood and did as he was asked.
He knelt at the edge of the bed, admiring the way Justin's pale skin complimented the navy-blue color of his bedding; the contrast of light and dark was sexy as hell. He took a moment further to gaze into the nervous but lust-filled eyes of his lover as he began to crawl up between Justin's legs; the blond instinctively opened them wider to accommodate him as Brian slowly advanced, taking a moment to admire the other man's thick, now purplish cock, so enticing and so delicious-looking – just like an expensive, extravagant gourmet meal that you wanted to feast on, time and time again.
Justin breathing hitched in anticipation, but he still wasn't prepared for his body's reaction as he watched Brian's lips descend onto his cock and form a tight suction around him; he bucked off the bed, at least as much as he could with Brian pinning him down, as he felt the man's hot, wet tongue come out to swipe the underside of his shaft shortly afterward. "Fuck!" he hissed at the unexpected action and curled his hands into the soft, luxurious duvet lying underneath him.
Brian gave the tasty shaft one more lick before he removed his lips from Justin's cock, wanting their first time when they came together to be with him firmly entrenched inside his ass. "I thought you'd never ask," he teased huskily as he slowly slid up Justin's body, their rock-hard cocks brushing together; he was embarrassed to realize he was in danger of coming right then and there just from his body's reaction to his lover as Justin gasped at the sensation. He felt the blond's hands fisting in the hair on his head and then reaching to firmly curve around his shoulders as he crept upward, further and further until they were nose to nose, their faces sweaty already from anticipation and need. "I hope you're not hungry for dinner now," Brian breathed out, amazed at how large and beautiful Justin's pupils were, dilated with lust and desire – desire for him. "Because I'm not letting you out of this bed until daybreak," he warned huskily. He watched Justin's Adam's apple bob up and down as his lover swallowed a nervous breath and the waves of lust began anew as he thought once more of that throat swallowing his seed. He would be sure to check out his theory of how that felt before this night was over, but for now he had something much more interactive and in-depth in mind….
Justin shook his head silently in reply, unable at the moment to actually say anything out loud. His dreams of what it would feel like to be in bed with this man had been vastly underrated. He had always thought he knew what it felt like to be with another man – the emotions and physical reactions – but he was quickly realizing he had been vastly mistaken. The few other experiences he had had prior to this were a mere prelude to the real thing, and he and Brian hadn't even progressed very far yet. If he felt this way just from Brian's kissing, fondling, and licking him, along with the seductive tone of his voice, he could only imagine what it was going to feel like to surrender to him completely. His body was already thrumming with so much pleasure, he wasn't even sure he could last until the best part arrived. He was young and had a lot of stamina, but something told him even his body's limits were about to be tested to the ultimate degree tonight by this particular lover….
"I AM hungry," Justin maintained, as Brian arched his eyebrows in question; he was concerned just for a few seconds until Justin added softly in clarification, "for you."
Brian's mouth curled upward on one side as he growled, "So am I – and I think it might be the insatiable kind." In fact, he was sure of it – when it came to Justin, he strongly suspected he would never get enough of this man….
Supporting his toned upper body by his arms, he swooped in for a toe-curling kiss, forcefully pushing his tongue inside for supremacy. Justin sighed as he closed his eyes and gave into the wondrous sensations flowing through his body; as Brian lapped at his mouth like some sensual, sleek cat, their bodies rubbing together was making his cock even harder and his restraint more and more tenuous. "Brian," he whispered urgently as the brunet finally withdrew to stare into his eyes; he could feel the brunet's need for him, throbbing and pulsating between them and his body felt like it was on fire. "I need you," he whispered adamantly. "Fuck me; love me."
Brian lips twitched a little uneasily at the sentimental term, but he didn't find himself denying that was what it was; he was more than happy to oblige Justin by fucking the daylights out of him all night long, but he also knew it wasn't just the mechanical act of coupling – it was making love with him. Only with him….
He rolled off Justin just long enough to reach over to the night table to retrieve a condom and a small tube of lubricant; as he held it up between them, their eyes made contact and they both knew the significance of what they were about to do. There would be no turning back for either of them…..
"Put it on me," Brian urged eagerly as he ripped the package open and handed the small latex disc to his lover. Justin swallowed a nervous lump in his throat as he reached down and rolled the condom onto the impressively-sized cock, his heart skipping a beat as his fingers pulled the barrier over the hot, silky skin. As he finished his task and raised his eyes to meet the hazel ones, he nodded slightly, telling Brian all he needed to hear without uttering a sound.
Brian flipped the lubricant's top open, quickly squirting some on his long fingers and reaching over to spread it copiously over and around Justin's hole as the blond shivered at the initial, cold contact. He cleaned the residual off his fingers by rubbing it on his sheathed cock before twisting his body to lie once more on top of his lover; the blond pulled his legs farther apart to accommodate his length and he felt Justin trembling in anticipation beneath him as he murmured, "Ready?"
Justin nodded silently, his eyes fixed on his lover's as he slowly raised his legs toward Brian's waist and linked them behind his chiseled back in nervous preparation. He knew Brian cared about him and would be careful, but now that the moment was at hand, his adrenalin had shot up dramatically. This was it – this was what he had been hoping for and dreaming of for so long now…
Brian gently swept a lock of hair from Justin's sweaty brow before he leaned in to soundly kiss the full, pink lips, still swollen from their kissing rounds earlier. He gazed into the deep blue eyes, marveling at how their color seemed to change with each new emotion Justin was feeling, before he lined himself up with Justin's puckered hole and slightly pushed in, hearing his lover's hiss of pain at the initial intrusion. He grasped Justin's upper arms, trying furiously not to squeeze the tender flesh too hard, as he waited for Justin to adjust to his girth. He was rewarded after a few seconds with a simple word of encouragement: "More," and he pressed farther in, finding it hard not to push in entirely to fully feel the unbelievably-tight channel welcoming his pulsing, throbbing, painfully-hard cock. To his amazement, Justin was tighter than the greenest virgin; he knew somehow that this beautiful man must have had lovers in the past, so he was thrilled by the almost impossibly-constrictive path he was discovering. He could feel every ridge, every muscle, every slight movement of Justin's hips and ass as he slid in even farther and Justin's body arched off the body in perfect, synchronous greeting.
"Fuck, Justin," Brian grunted out as he pulled back, only to ram back in with another grunt of euphoric pleasure. "So tight…..so perfect," he murmured as he picked up their pace, finding to his admiration that Justin was more than capable of keeping up with him; the blond took hold of Brian's biceps and held on for dear life as they rocked together, back and forth, Justin's slim hips pushing up as Brian slightly pulled back out, only to thrust his cock in even harder.
Justin moaned loudly and twisted his head from side to side in almost unbearable pleasure as Brian expertly hit his sweet spot over and over again. "God!" he cried out. "Brian….I…..I can't last…"
Brian's eyes shone with a feral gleam as he continued to ram into his lover over and over again; his skin was slick and sweaty from their exertion and he could feel his body quickly tightening with the telltale signs of imminent climax. His limber lover was almost folded in half as he pushed in to claim the swollen lips for a passionate kiss before he pulled back enough to grasp Justin's cock and begin pumping it in time with their thrusts, wanting his young lover to experience even half of the pleasure he was providing for him. "Come with me," he urged as he felt himself about to lose control.
As if it had been officially choreographed, he cried out in indescribable pleasure as he came, hearing Justin groan loudly as he, too, shot milky, sticky come all over both their bellies and chests almost simultaneously.
A few seconds later, Justin dropped his legs to either side of his lover; they felt like they were made of rubbery lead as Brian collapsed, heavy and sated, on top of him. His body was in a heady, languorous state but his lungs were breathing frantically and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. He could feel Brian's heart beating just as rapidly against his body, the culmination of their passion lying smeared between them.
Brian went to move off his lighter lover as Justin whispered unexpectedly, "Stay….."
"I'll crush you," Brian murmured in reply, his arms wrapped around the slick, slim, frame. He knew he should follow through with his intentions, but he was feeling quite reluctant to separate from this beautiful man just yet; Justin's quickly-drying come was making his skin itchy, but the warmth and softness he felt lying beneath him was heavenly and Justin's plaintive entreaty was hard to deny.
After a while, though, his felt his cock softening and, as Justin sighed in disappointed understanding, he slowly pulled out of the smaller body and disposed of the condom in a nearby trash can by the side of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Justin asked in concern; he raised himself up on his elbows as Brian twisted around to sit up on the bed and slowly rise to stand on his feet.
He looked down at the tousled-haired, thoroughly-fucked body of his lover and smiled in reassurance. "Just going to bathroom, don't worry," he replied softy. "I'll be right back." He gazed into the beautiful face of his lover – God, what a wonderful word that was now! – and told him huskily, "Don't worry – we're just getting started."
Justin blushed despite their just-completed union as he admired Brian's taut ass retreating into the bathroom. He plopped back down to lie on the bed and sighed in contentment, wondering now why he had been so hesitant to make love with him; now that they had finally been together, it had been magical, mind-blowing and toe-curling all rolled into one. And despite their passion that had eventually overtaken them, Brian's gentle touches and the look of tenderness in his eyes had been the best aphrodisiac of all.
He watched now as Brian returned with a wet washcloth and, kneeling next to him on the bed, he lightly washed his pale chest and belly, causing him to shiver and moan softly in reaction as the brunet reached down to hold Justin's cock with one hand and wash his body with the other.
The similarity between Brian's gentle ministration toward his lover and Justin's treatment of his son wasn't lost on the older man. "You know the first time I started falling for you?" he whispered as he continued, not quite realizing how much he was giving away in that statement; Justin's eyes widened slightly at his confession, but he smartly chose not to call him out on it, afraid that Brian would clam up once he realized what he had said – he was enjoying his lover's almost reverent cleansing of his skin and his soft words of endearment too much to risk spoiling it. He held his breath hoping Brian wouldn't realize what he had said as he watched him rubbing lightly around his belly button. His stomach rippled at the ticklish touch as Brian continued to speak while he concentrated on his task.
"It was when you took so much care giving Gus that sponge bath," he told his lover, whose eyes misted over in recollection. "You were so gentle and compassionate with him." His hand pushed the washcloth higher, toward Justin's breastbone, as he added softly, "That was when I knew you were someone special."
Justin's eyes teared up even more as he bit his lip, trying hard not to make any sound to interrupt this amazing declaration; his heart was soaring over Brian's words and his tone of voice, so soothing and yes, loving.
"And that drawing of the two of us together," the brunet added as he lightly scrubbed around Justin's left nipple. "No one had ever been able to capture how we feel toward each other when we're together." He took a swipe around Justin's other nipple before finally taking the soiled washcloth and dropping it into the wastebasket next to the bed for retrieval later, not wanting to leave this man's side again. "…..Until now." He stared now into Justin's intense blue eyes, wanting to lose himself in those wondrous pools. "I…..I'm very glad you came into my life, Justin Taylor."
Justin sniffled now, unable to hold back his emotions; it was all too much. He whispered back, "So am I," as Brian leaned over and gave him a tender kiss before he gently pushed Justin to lie on his side and to the blond's amazement, spooned up against him, wrapping his arm around his waist from behind.
He felt Brian nip his earlobe playfully as he whispered teasingly, "So how do you like my bedside manner?"
Justin smiled as he snuggled back into the warm body. "It's impeccable, Doctor," he whispered as his eyes slowly fluttered closed in Utopian bliss; he couldn't think of a more perfect place he would rather be at that moment than lying here in this man's arms.
Brian huffed out a smile of his own as he heard Justin's breathing evening out, signaling his tired lover was slipping into dreamland. "Get some rest, Florence," he whispered. "We're just getting started." He pulled Justin tighter into his arms as he, too, drifted off into slumber, knowing when he woke up his lover would still be right where he wanted him to be.
A/N: TBC - at least one more chapter...:)