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Chapter 2

Brian roughly pulled Justin's transparent shirt off and chucked it somewhere behind him, into the darkness of the loft. He honestly didn't care; his attention was focused totally on the tempting image before him. The drive back to the loft had to have been the longest fifteen minutes of the brunet's life. With the blond sitting next to him, having him close enough to touch yet not being able to do anything in fear of crashing, had been maddening. He must have ignored so many road safety laws in that short space of time that he wouldn't be surprised if he received a ticket in the morning, but it would be worth it. Once they had entered his home, stepping under the dim lightening, Brian hadn't even waited for the door to full shut behind them before pulling the blond into a forceful, passionate kiss.

Justin breathed heavily and erratically, clinging to Brian's revealed shoulders. He licked his swollen lips and waited for the other man to make the next move. He had a feeling the stronger top liked to take control of everything, especially in bed. Brian stepped closer to the blond and pushed back gently, yet firmly. Justin stepped back willing. He gasped loudly, mouth falling open and back arching as soon as his heated skin brushed across chilled metal. Brian whooped him, pressing his lips firmly against the others, and slowly coaxed him to relax, to melt into his hold. He felt the blond go limp for a moment, leaning more towards him, and pulled away. Before he could react, Brian spun him around and pushed him firmly against the door.

Justin moaned loudly at the temperature change and wiggled in an attempt to pull away, but the hot, lean body against his back held him in place. A thigh shifted between his legs, spreading him and practically forcing him to jut his hips outwards. He shivered at the warm puffs of harsh breathing caressed the shell of his ear and his neck. He felt the palms of his hands sliding along the bare skin of his back, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and cupped his butt tightly. He squeezed the smooth skin, as if testing, and released a small groan of approval. Justin thrust his hips backwards teasingly. The hands moved along the curve of his hips and around to the front, skilfully unbuttoning the flies on the tight trousers before pushing down firmly until just his bubble butt was revealed.

He expected that the brunet would just remove the trousers but it seemed the man was too far gone, lost in his lust, to even consider moving them both to a more comfortable place. Instead, he was left as he was, pressed against the door, and felt the jeans Brian was wearing, pushed so deliciously against him, become undone. Brian pushed down his the fabric, just a little more than it already was, so he could pull out his cock. Unable to resist the urge from the body in front of him, he rocked his hips forward so the engorged member slid delectably between the soft globes. Justin moaned at the friction and Brian hissed quietly. In that moment, Brian came to the realisation that he couldn't wait any longer. He needed the blond, now. Briefly, he wondered whether he would even have the patience to prepare him before he staked his claim. With that thought in mind, he reached blindly to the right, knowing exactly where he had left his stash of condoms and lube.

"It's going to be a little cold," he muttered the warning as he squeezed the fluid onto his fingers, rubbing them together for a moment in an attempt to warm them up.

As the first finger breached him, Justin groaned, the noise resounded against the metal, and instinctively clenched his grip on the pleasant intruder. Brian's eyes darkened when he felt the tightened vice like grip his finger was being held in, just imagining what it would feel like around his cock. Almost desperate to find out for certain, he added another finger, and then another.

"Please, Brian, just fuck me," Justin pleaded, his voice broken with need. He was ready. He was more than ready in fact. He couldn't wait any longer.

Fumbling with the condom before he managed to put it on, Brian nudged at the stretched hole, letting it pull him in little by little, before he pulled out completely and drove in quickly, only stopping when he was fully seated. His vision faded for a moment and he moaned loudly. It was better than he had thought that hold around the most sensitive part of his body; so delicious and desperate, encouraging him to climax. Brian had to still, closing his eyes, in an attempt to put off the evitable, at least for a little longer.

Justin's head snapped backwards to rest on the older man's shoulder, his lips parted and the pleasure clear on his face. It had been so long since someone had been inside him so completely. He couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to wait any longer. He pushed back against the sharply angled hips encouraging movement out of the seemingly frozen man. The sudden jerk backwards seemed to wake the brunet out of his stupor, and Justin let out a pleasured noise when he finally got what he wanted.

Brian rolled his hips in search for the perfect position. The sharp cry that forced its way past the rosy, petal lips told him he had succeeded. Smirking to himself, he began to rough, jabbed onslaught of attacks on his prostate. Justin mewled loudly, his skin glistening. His head rolled about on his shoulders, stopping every once and awhile to give nips to the taunt flesh of Brian's tensed neck, breathing in the musky scent, and his cock leaked heavily on his stomach.

Neither could last much longer; they could feel the tight coil in the pits of their stomachs. Justin was the first to go. Brian reached around to grasp his cock and he had come almost instantly with a loud, choked cry of pleasure that seemed to echo around the loft. Brian followed not too longer after, the sudden quivered clenching around his cock seeming to suck him dry. A groan broke past his sealed lips, and he bite down hard on the sensitive skin of the pale neck. He continued the short, harsh thrust of his hips as they rode through their orgasms.

Justin collapsed against the steel door in front of him, shaking all over, and let out a low moan of protest when Brian slowly slid out of him. He would have followed, just to keep the connection, but he was too wired to do that. Closing his eyes, he listened as Brian removed the condom and disposed of it before moving back to him. He allowed the older brunet to manhandle him away from the door and led him deeper into the loft.

Brian leant back against his headboard and took a long drag of his joint. He briefly closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. He tapped some of the ash into the ash tray beside him before putting it back to his lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced towards the blond. Justin was lying down, stretched under his silk sheets like a sated cat, basking in the son. The blue eyed gaze caught his own and Justin smiled. Unable to resist, the brunet returned it.

A part of him demanded what was wrong with him. Yes, the blond was gorgeous, but he'd had him now. He should have kicked him out by now, shouldn't have even thought about leading him to the bedroom, but he had, and now he didn't really want the blond to go.

"So how do you know Emmett?" Brian questioned suddenly.

Justin raised an eyebrow and rolled onto his side, leaning on his hand. "I lived in Hazlehurst, same as Emmett. We were neighbours, and he was probably one of the only friends I had in that town…He was the first person I told that I was gay, and he took me to some bar about six miles out of town to celebrate me coming out. He told me, when he moved up here, that he would still be there if I needed him for anything. It was alright for awhile – I finished school, finished college – and then I decided to come out to my parents." He grimaced, "Maybe the worst decision I ever made. My mum looked like she was about to burst into tears, and my dad just went fucking mental. Started blurting all this stuff about being a disgrace and disgusting and a lot of shit about how 'no son of his was going to be a fag'." He shrugged as if indifferent, "So I told him, I guess he doesn't have a son. Got in my car and drove straight here, didn't even stop to eat. Didn't even pack my shit before I left."

Brian didn't say anything. He didn't quite know what to say. Instead, he offered his joint to the blond. Justin took his gratefully and took a long drag, breathing out slowly and savouring.

"I had a shitty father too," he admitted lowly; "You don't need him. The best thing to do is to be the best fucking success you can be. Nothing pisses off a homophobe more than a successful fag."

Justin let out a laugh. "Thanks, I'll be sure to remember that." He handed back the jolt and regarded the brunet closely. He moved to lie on his back. "So what's your story?"

"My story?"

He nodded. "Yeah, your story. Emmett mentioned you a couple of times in emails, but I don't really know much about you other than you are the Stud of Liberty Avenue," he smirked, "and that you more than deserve that title."

"Now, Sunshine, what makes you think that I want to tell you a story?" Brian mocked.

"Well, you don't have to, but you might as well," Justin pressed, "I mean, I'm staying with Emmett for the moment. We're going to be seeing a lot more of each other; you might as well give me the basics."

Brian frowned. Fuck, he had forgotten that. He sighed in acceptance and reluctant defeat. "I used to work with Vanguard until the asshole screwed me over, so I took all his clients and created my own advertising company, Kinnetic. We're fairly new, but we've already established ourselves as the best in the business, at least in Pittsburgh. I don't talk to my biological family unless absolutely necessary, but my friends are like family, I guess – oh, by the way, if you meet Debbie, Michael's mother, you may find yourself trapped in our strange dysfunctional group – just a warning. Um, I have a son…"

Justin blinked surprised. "A son?"

Brian smirked crookedly as he thought about his son. "Yeah, his name is Gus. He turned one a couple of weeks back. One of my college friends, Lindsey, wanted to have a baby and asked me to be the father."

"So did you…"

"Fuck her? No. I jerked off in a cup and they squirted it up her," Brian stated bluntly.

Justin looked disgusted for a moment. "Gross."

"Yes, but worth it."

Justin tilted his head slightly in thought and smiled warmly. "Having a child can change you're perspective on life," he said almost philosophically.

"You have any kids?" Brian questioned, putting out the joint.

Justin shook his head. "Nah, not yet. I'm not ready to have a kid to be honest. I'm an artist, but I haven't really got started yet. I'd want to be fully prepared, with a home and a partner and some kind of stable support, before I even thought about having one."

"It just sounded as if you were talking from experience," Brian pointed out.

"...It was something that my mum said to me before; when I told her I didn't want to be a dad. I was still a child myself when I said that, but still…it's always stuck with me."

"Well, if you ever get the chance, tell Mother Taylor that she was right," Brian snorted. He eyed the blond closely, "Do you need to get back?"

Justin hesitated for a moment. "Do you want me to?"

Brian averted his gaze purposely. He didn't want the blond to see the truth in his eyes that he did actually want him to stay. He silently cursed himself. "You can do what you want."

"Then I'll stay."

"Good."