The Back Room
Justin's POV
I was so overwhelmed by Brian's public gesture that it was difficult to focus. In fact, I felt quite giddy. He had just put his heart on display for all of Babylon and our friends and family to see. I shuddered to think of all the good-natured ribbing and scathing mockery Brian would face, having staged a re-enactment of my prom and then asked me to go steady, after giving me his letterman's jacket. God, he had even held my hand. He hadn't done that in public since my first forays out into the world after the bashing, while I struggled to get comfortable in my own skin again. The dance alone had filled me with such love that I was desperate to reciprocate. With Brian, a lover, or should I say, a boyfriend (sigh), had few options. I would need to put my body on display for all (or most) to see. Not that I minded. After my debut in the baths, I was always eager to suck him off or be fucked by him in public, and, even before then, I had always enjoyed kissing, licking, touching, and grinding (against) him on the dance floor and wherever else he would allow it. So after enjoying Brian's nuzzling for a few minutes, I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the backroom.
Brian's POV
My smug reverie was abruptly shattered when Justin took off running, pulling me behind him toward the back room. Once there, he pushed me against a wall roughly, capturing my mouth in a remarkably savage kiss, while also unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping to free my cock as quickly as was humanly possible. He slid a hand behind my neck, sending shivers down my spine and drawing my face closer to his, as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. He began caressing my cock, with light ghost touches, rendering it painfully erect in just a couple of seconds. Then he broke our kiss, flashed me a naughty smile, and dropped to his knees while licking his lips. Christ, he was hot.
Justin licked the head of my cock, enveloping it entirely with the flat part of his tongue. So hot and wet. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. Then he traced my slit with the tip. Precum bubbled out. He lapped it up and continued to tongue my slit, thrusting the tip as deep inside as possible. I bit back a moan and threaded my fingers into his hair. Giving the head a final swipe with his tongue, he moved onto the shaft, licking and sucking it sideways up and down the length, as though it were a melting Creamsicle. Then without warning, he gulped my cock down his throat, eliciting a shudder. My entire body prickled with electricity as he sucked and swallowed.
Aching for release, I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood to stifle a moan. Justin squeezed my balls and then covered them with light touches. He pulled away for a moment, and I groaned in complaint, but, when he started slowly licking one of his fingers, I groaned in pleasure. A moment later, he deep throated my cock once more as he rubbed his wet finger around my entrance. I didn't think I could hold on much longer. Then he slid the tip of his finger inside me, and it was over. My balls tightened, and, carried on waves of heat and electricity, I threw back my head, moaning his name loudly. My body jerked, and Justin swallowed greedily, intensifying my orgasm. Once the aftershocks subsided, he stood up and kissed me tenderly. He pulled away and grinned like a Cheshire cat, while I barely managed a weak smile. I zipped up, and, as we turned to leave, we were met with applause. Apparently, the tricks in the back room had stopped their sucking and fucking to watch Justin get me off, probably after I had called out his name. Justin blushed deeply, and it was my turn to grin, as I threaded my fingers through his and led him out.
The Stage
Justin's POV
Brian and I walked up to the bar. I flagged down the bartender, intending to order a beer, when Brian stopped me. "Only water tonight."
My eyes brightened. I was suddenly glad that Daphne had had to go home. She took WAY too much pleasure watching Brian and I flirting, kissing, etcetera. The original B/J fangirl.
Brian gave me a sexy smile and instructed me, "Open your mouth and close your eyes, and you'll get a nice surprise…"
I eagerly did as he asked. He placed a tablet on my tongue, draped an arm around me, and drew me into a toe-curling kiss.
Deb nudged my mom. "Oh. They're breaking out the E. Time for us old folks to skedaddle."
My mom looked genuinely baffled. "E? What's that?"
Deb laughed and pulled her and Vic toward Brian and I to say goodbye.
My mom gently touched Brian's face and smiled. He quirked an eyebrow.
"You did a wonderful thing tonight, Brian."
He gave her a forced smile. "Yeah, it's super. I just handed Sunshine my balls in front of half of gay Pittsburgh. I'll be the butt of everyone's jokes for months to come."
Emmett leaned back, observing Brian with amusement. "I didn't think you were anyone's butt. Tsk. Tsk. How the mighty have fallen…"
Ted added, mirth evident in his eyes, "On their knees."
Emmett giggled.
Ignoring Ted, Brian glared at Emmett. "Ha. Ha." Then leaning on the bar with his face in his hands, eyes wide, he said, "You're so clever, Auntie Em."
Emmett threw a hand on his right hip and stuck his tongue out at Brian. Brian laughed.
My mom hugged me and squeezed my arm. "See you later, honey."
"Bye, mom."
Debbie crushed me to her and kissed my cheek.
In my ear, she whispered, "You two looked beautiful on the dance floor, Sunshine."
Her eyes glistened, and I smiled at her shyly. "We did, didn't we?"
She nodded. "You kids should drop by the diner before going home. Late-night snacks are on the house."
In an incredulous voice, Brian answered, "Deb, you know I consume only alcohol and other sundry drugs after midnight. Well, and occasionally a young boy's ejaculate."
I elbowed Brian, giggling, flashed her a smile, and said, "We'll be there!"
Brian shook his head and sighed. "I forgot. Justin's appetite knows no bounds."
I pinched his side, eliciting a laugh, as I teased, "And that doesn't only apply to food. You, of all people, should appreciate my appetite."
Deb laughed and joined Vic and my mom, who were standing by the door.
Vic called out, "Have fun, boys."
As the three walked out, we heard my mom ask Deb in a low whisper, "Wait, is E short for erection?"
Deb shook her head, contorting her face grotesquely as she tried not to smile, and patted my mom on the shoulder. Brian and I burst out laughing.
I opened my water and took a drink, looking out onto the dance floor. "Looks like everyone changed into clubbing clothes."
When Brian didn't answer, I glanced over at him. His eyes darkened as he stared across the room. I followed his gaze and saw the trick I fucked the night of the King of Babylon contest. I bit my lip. This was not good. Perhaps feeling our gazes, the twink looked up and caught my eye. He smiled brightly and headed our way. This was definitely not good. I grabbed the water bottle and Brian's arm, pulling him closer to the stage.
I don't know if it was the E kicking in or the high from the night's events, but I had a crazy idea. I smiled brightly. Brian wasn't the only one who could exorcise demons.
"Stay here, I'll be right back."
Brian's POV
Ten minutes later, Justin returned, bouncing with excitement. God, I loved seeing him happy. I stroked his cheek gently. "So why are you so cheerful?"
"I asked the DJ to play a song for us."
I smiled. "Which song?"
"'High School Confidential.'"
I fidgeted uncomfortably. I snapped, "Why the hell did you do that? I hate that song."
"You do now, but I am hoping to change that."
I was skeptical. Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "How?"
"You and I are going to go on stage and do a little striptease to it." He stressed "little striptease" with a butt wiggle.
"No way," I said shaking my head.
"Why?"
Attempting an amused tone, I asked, "Haven't you always said I can't dance?"
Justin leaned into my chest smiling. Without even thinking, I put my arms around him.
"You don't need to know how to dance. All you need to do is be beautiful. I'll do the rest."
Justin looked into my eyes, a strange faraway expression on his face. In a near whisper, he continued, "And you are beautiful. You're still the most beautiful man I have ever seen."
My breath caught in my throat. My resolve softened, as I met his gaze and cupped his face, drawing my thumb along his jawline tenderly.
"Trust me."
"I do. More than anyone else."
That seemed to surprise Justin. The fact that I actually said that aloud surprised me.
I took a deep breath. "Ok Sunshine, let's do this."
Justin nearly blinded me with a smile and pulled me along as we headed for the stage. Once there, he directed me to take off my shoes and socks, and he did the same.
Justin's POV
The DJ walked onto the stage, placing a chair in the center, and announced, "For your viewing pleasure, the former King of Babylon will now do a little striptease for us. Come on up, Justin!"
The crowd stopped dancing and started clapping. Brian and I climbed up onto the stage. Then our song began to play.
I turned Brian toward the crowd and slipped behind him, slowly peeling his jacket off and letting it drop to the floor. I swung around to face him, nudged his nose gently, and touched his forehead with mine. Then I grabbed his ass, pulled him against me roughly, and drew him into a scorching kiss, to which he eagerly responded, his hands cupping my face to deepen it.
The crowd hooted.
I pulled back, and, when the music crescendoed, I ripped his shirt open in one rapid motion. Buttons flew everywhere. Seeing his chiseled muscles and warm golden skin, the crowd went wild. Brian actually smiled then. I traced circles around his nipples and then slid my hands down his chest as I sunk lower, finally kneeling. Still kneeling, I swung behind him again and stood up slowly, rubbing against him as I did so. Then I ran my hands along his waist, unbuckled his belt, and pulled it off with a crack.
The crowd cheered.
Tossing the belt aside, I moved my hands back to his waist and unbuttoned his pants. I unzipped and opened them slowly, exposing black briefs, which housed his huge fully erect cock. Then I yanked his pants down.
More cheering and hooting.
Brian stepped out of them, now clad only in black briefs. I pulled him to face me (standing sideways), ran my fingers up his chest, and pushed him down into the chair with a wink. I pushed my shoulders back and let my jacket fall to the ground. I turned away from the crowd and unbuttoned my shirt as I wiggled my butt.
More cheers.
I swung back around, unbuttoned my pants, slowly unzipped them, and wiggled until they were pooled at my feet.
More hooting.
Then clad only in white briefs and my unbuttoned shirt, I straddled Brian.
My breath heavy from my exertions and all the rubbing and kissing, I panted. Leaning into him and rubbing my cheek against his, I whispered, "Push my shirt off my shoulders and then put your hands on my waist."
Brian quirked an eyebrow at the crowd as he complied. I let my arms fall behind me as I arched my back until I was nearly upside down. My shirt fell to the floor. Brian, finally getting into the striptease, licked me from my belly to my chest and then gently sucked one of my nipples. My body flushed pink.
More cheering and hooting.
I rolled back up and put my arms around Brian's neck. His grip on my waist tightened as I rubbed my cock against his. Then I rolled my head side to side for a few moments, finally lifting it back up and drawing Brian into another scorching kiss. He moaned in my mouth, as the song ended and the lights onstage faded to black. I grabbed our clothes and Brian's hand and ran off the stage.
The Alley
Brian's POV
Justin was so gorgeous…and coordinated. When we were on stage, I had tried to look impassive. Uninterested in the striptease, the crowd's hungry eyes devouring every inch of our bodies, a certain perky young blond's body rubbing against mine, and the images filling my head when he swung on me as though I were a stripper's pole. But my mask had slipped a few times, revealing my white-hot passion for Justin, the pleasure I derived from the crowd's enjoyment of the Brian and Justin Show, and my amusement with some of Justin's more bad porno antics, like ripping my shirt open. I chuckled as I remembered Justin's naughty eyebrow waggle immediately beforehand.
We had dressed, but we had left off the jackets and other sundry accoutrements, and our shirts remained unbuttoned, not that I could have buttoned mine if I wanted to.
Justin returned from the bar carrying two water bottles. He was still beaming from the thrill of our performance. He handed me one and took a sip from his, and, then, he stood on his tiptoes and leaned in, tracing my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth and moaned softly as he slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth. The chill of his met the heat of mine, sending shivers down my spine. I think it had the same effect on him because he trembled. I grabbed his ass, pulling it roughly against my hardening cock, and rubbed our cocks together as Justin deepened the kiss. Suddenly, the world burst in. Justin's phone started ringing just as I heard Mikey approach giggling like a child. We both groaned and pulled apart.
As Justin answered his phone, I turned toward Mikey.
"Brian, that…that was SO FUCKIN HOT!"
I smiled at Mikey and then looked for my partner in crime. Meeting my gaze, he lifted his phone and mouthed Daphne. I nodded almost imperceptibly, and he left to find a quiet corner.
Thirty minutes later, when Justin still had not returned, I started to worry. I scanned the dance floor and the bar area, but my blond was nowhere in sight. Maybe he'd gone outside. The club was hopping tonight and, thus, quite loud.
I walked outside, down the stairs, and into the alley. Then I saw him. Twink 1 from the King of Babylon contest. He was talking to someone. I stiffened, everywhere but my cock, when I saw that that someone was attached to a luscious ass with skin like porcelain. Justin. My eyes widened in shock. Surely he wouldn't…but then why was he naked from the waist down? Had he finished fucking this twink? Was he about to start? I felt sick. Justin's vehement declaration resounded in my head. You can parade a million tricks through here, but it won't change a thing. I will still love and want only you. What a fucking joke! No, the joke was that I had believed him.
I laughed and turned to leave, when, suddenly, I heard Justin snap in annoyance, "Christ. Can't a person just take a piss in peace?"
I wheeled around and approached slowly.
I didn't hear the twink's reply, but, then, Justin said, a little more patiently, "Look, you seem like a great guy, and no one is disputing that you're hot, but I just don't do repeats. I am in a relationship, and that's our rule.
I don't know if I was more relieved or terrified to hear Justin use the word relationship when talking about us. But I had asked him to be my boyfriend. I needed to get used to thinking of us that way.
I was no longer jealous and hurt, but I was still feeling insanely possessive, so, when I saw Justin pulling up his pants, I closed the distance between him and me in two long strides, wrapped an arm around him, buried my face in his neck, and growled, "Don't."
Justin's breath caught in his throat, and he moaned, "Brian."
I glared at Twink 1 and barked, with sadistic glee, "He's mine. Get lost. Or stay and watch. But keep your hands off."
I looked down and smiled. Justin's cock had grown fully erect as I'd claimed him. In a husky voice, Justin whispered, "Oh God Brian. Fuck me now. Fast and hard."
That was all I needed. I licked, sucked, and bit Justin's neck as I dropped my pants and sheathed my cock. He rolled his head back, resting it on my shoulder to give me more access. Now in the throes of a bestial passion, I grabbed Justin's hips, held them steady, and, with a low grunt, buried myself to the hilt in his luscious ass with a single thrust. In response, Justin started moaning more loudly than I have ever heard him. His lusty noises set me on fire. I started fucking him hard. Then I angled my hips and started moving shallowly inside him, hitting his prostate on every thrust, all the while licking, sucking, and biting his neck with greater ardor. Justin opened his eyes and gazed up at me, his eyes half-lidded, as he began pushing back, trying to quicken the pace. I growled and fucked him even harder, pulling out as much as I could and then slamming back into him, my balls slapping his ass so hard that I think Twink 1 could hear it. Yes, Justin's pathetic stalker had lingered, perhaps hoping that we'd pull him into the mix. But I think he changed his mind. I looked over at him, my face the picture of animal lust and ferocity, getting off a little at the sight of his shocked face.
I turned back to Justin, my body so overwhelmed with pleasure that I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck. So. Fucking. Close. I reached around and fisted Justin's cock, stroking him hard and fast. Seconds later, we were both coming hard.
After we took a few minutes to catch our breath, I turned Justin around and smiled at him broadly. He wore a similar shit-eating grin. I giggled and touched his forehead to mine. Maybe a little drama was a good thing.
The Jeep
Brian's POV
We had just zipped up, and I was holding Justin in my arms, my face buried in his neck.
"Justin."
"Yes, Brian?"
"I think we should head toward home."
"This early? It's only 1:00AM."
"Well, I didn't say head home. I said head toward home."
"Ahh…"
I suggested, "We could go to the diner. Even on E, you're probably starving." But I thought, "I'm still feeling possessive, and I have been more than generous today, sharing you with most of gay Pittsburgh. I want you all to myself for the rest of the night."
"Well…actually…I was too nervous to eat earlier."
I laughed. "Figures. I'm going to ask Mikey to drive the Jeep. Call Daphne if you want. See if she wants some late-night grub from the local greasy spoon."
Justin's POV
Ten minutes later, we were in the back of the Jeep on the way to the diner. Lindsay and Melanie had to get back to Gus, but Ben, Ted, Emmett, and Daphne were going to meet us there. Brian had his arm around me, and I had my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, Brian quirked an eyebrow at me, a naughty glint in his eye.
Curious, I asked, "What?"
"Sunshine, I owe you a blow job."
I lifted my head and laughed. "You do?"
"Don't you remember? The ride back to the loft the night Gus was born…"
I smiled brightly and said incredulously, "I can't believe you remember that!"
"I remember everything. I remember how beautiful you looked under the streetlamp. Beautiful and scared, but determined. Lusty and sexy as hell, even in plaid. I remember the way you pulled my hair as we were kissing for the first time. Little fucker. So shy initially…but, as with everything else, you were a natural."
I blushed. Brian smiled and unzipped my pants. The prospect of my cock being enveloped by Brian's hot wet mouth coupled with his brief jaunt down memory lane had it standing at attention and leaking. I glanced at Michael. He was listening to the radio and looking straight ahead. I rested my right hand lightly on Brian's head and watched as he lapped the head of my cock with the flat of his tongue and then plunged the tip in my slit. Oh God. It had been a while since Brian had done this. I spread my legs farther apart and licked my lips. He sucked the head of my cock for a few moments, but then swallowed it whole.
Being in the Jeep watching Brian's head bobbing up and down with Michael at the wheel, now frowning, I couldn't help but remember the first time Brian had sucked my cock. Michael had interrupted us in the Jeep, but it had still happened, shortly after we arrived at the loft. The pleasure Brian was currently giving me, enhanced by my memory of past pleasure, my breath grew ragged, and I moaned low in my throat.
My mind returned again to the first time Brian feasted on my cock, his hands caressing my thighs as he pushed them apart…electricity coursing through my body. When he deep throated me for the first time and swallowed, my body was on overload, filled with a million incredible sensations. Experiencing pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined…I had almost blacked out.
Suddenly, I was ripped back to the present. Brian had rubbed his fingers in my abundant precum and was now tracing circles around my entrance as he sucked my cock. I gasped as he pushed one inside me, so deep, until he found my prostate. The moment he touched it, I bucked. Waves of heat shot through me. On the brink, I threaded my fingers into his chestnut hair and fucked his mouth mercilessly. Seconds later, I was shooting, filling his mouth to capacity. He swallowed it all hungrily and sat up, looking like a cat who'd eaten a canary. He kissed my lips tenderly, put an arm around me, and slowly guided my head back onto his shoulder.
I'd received many blow jobs since that first one, not only from Brian and Ethan but also countless strangers. But no one had ever come close to making me as crazy as Brian did. Before I had left Brian for Ethan, I had discounted the physical. As mind-blowing as every physical encounter with Brian had been, I was sure that emotional intimacy (as I imagined it) was far superior. In fact, I had assumed that emotional intimacy would naturally follow once I was with someone who could express his emotions in words, someone who frequently made romantic gestures. That had not been the case. Without Brian, I had felt somehow less. As though I had left part of my heart behind. I knew now that that had been true for Brian, too. I also knew that the emotions we expressed through touch were genuine and strong, more intense than any I had ever experienced in other ways. Even now, after everything, Brian and I were still connected. He seemed to be catching the drift of my thoughts because he took my hand in his and threaded our fingers together.
The Diner (A/N: this part is script style; I hope it's not too weird)
Ted and Emmett sit on one side of a booth and Daphne, Justin, and Brian, on the other, while Michael and Ben sit together at an adjacent booth (nearest to Ted and Emmett). Brian has an arm around Justin, and Justin has a leg thrown over Brian's.
Deb (approaching the occupied booths): What'll it be boys? Food's on the house tonight. Sky's the limit.
Emmett: What's the occasion?
Deb: Sunshine and Brian's going steady of course! (pats Brian's arm)
Justin (giggles and then in a stage whisper): Deb!! Ix-nay on-ay oking-pay e-thay ear-bay…
Brian (shaking his head): Don't you think Pig Latin is beneath a student of the prestigious Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts, a student who purportedly earned a 1500 on his SAT?
Justin pinches one of Brian's nipples.
Brian yelps, but the smile never leaves his face.
Justin: You were the one who insisted on getting high before we came in here!
Michael: I love Pig Latin, no, wait, I ove-lay ig-Pay atin-Lay! What is Pig Latin for I, anyway? (furrowing brow in perplexity)
Justin (sighs): You just add "ay" because it begins with a vowel.
Michael: Oh…yeah… I-ay ove-lay ig-Pay atin-Lay!
Daphne (hits Brian): I can't believe you two didn't include me!
Brian (sighs heavily): I suppose…I could smoke you up after we order…
Daphne (claps and smiles): Oh goodie!
Deb (chuckling): So what'll it be?
Justin: You should tell us. You're always so good at guessing. Like a Mysterious Marilyn for food. What is it that she always says?
Emmett: (mimicking her voice) God writes the scripts sweetie…
Everybody (in chorus): I just read the lines! (laughter)
Deb: Well, lemme see…(holds the order pad up to her head and closes her eyes)…for Sunshine, I see a cheeseburger and fries.
Justin (shakes his head in amazement): See, she's good.
Brian looks at Justin and laughs, shaking his head.
Deb: normally, Brian'd get nothin or a turkey sandwich no mayo…but since he's stoned out of his gourd…
Brian (lifting his arm, a finger extended): Hey, I take issue with that…
Deb (unperturbed by the interruption): …and we don't serve pizza or KFC here…I'm gonna guess…a double order of French fries slathered with gravy.
Brian (looks up in shock): That's seriously what I was going to order.
Justin (nods his head solemnly): See what I mean…
Deb: hmmm…Michael will probably have a bacon cheeseburger and fries, while Ben will probably want fruit.
Ben and Michael nod, smiling.
Deb: Ted and Emmett seem to have missed the big smoke out…so I'm going say just coffee for them.
Ted: Yup.
Emmett: (in a very serious tone) Downright spooky.
Deb: Daphne…You'll probably want a cheeseburger and fries, but with a milkshake or a sundae to satisfy the sweet tooth you'll develop after taking your little trip outside.
Daphne (big smile): That's exactly what I was thinking!
Justin: ooo…ice cream sounds good (rubs hands together). I'm gonna want a chocolate sundae with caramel.
Daphne: that does sound good! Me, too.
Ted (shaking his head in amazement, to Emmett): Where does he put it all?
Emmett (nodding matter of factly): That luscious bubble butt.
Justin (lifting his butt up and peering behind him): Hey! My butt is nice! Not too big at all.
Brian (laughs): I for one can vouch for that.
Deb leaves (chuckling).
Brian: Fuck, I forgot to ask for more coffee!
Justin (Brightly): Oh, I can get that for you.
Justin jumps up, fetches the coffee pot, and comes around the register. In anticipation, Brian has moved to the counter with his cup. Justin refills his cup.
Justin (Purrs): Can I get you anything else?
Brian (In a husky voice): Yeah, come to think of it…
Brian pulls Justin in for a kiss. Justin happily obliges (places the coffee pot on the counter and wraps both arms around Brian's neck). The kiss quickly becomes a full-body make out session. Brian rubs Justin's cock through his pants. Justin moans softly in Brian's mouth. Brian kisses Justin's neck, continuing to rub Justin's cock. Justin returns the favor.
Justin: Mmm…
Daphne: So…you guys gonna keep up the floor show or smoke me up like a certain someone promised?
Brian: (Distracted): Oh yeah, that. In a few minutes… I have a little something take care of…
Justin wraps his legs around Brian's waist as Brian stands up. Justin pulls his head back so that he is looking at him.
Justin (offended) A little something?
Brian (Laughs): Ok, a big something…a huge, mammoth, even ginormous something
Justin: Humph. That's more like it.
Brian starts carrying Justin to the bathroom. They start making out again on the way.
Ben (incredulously): Can they ever go 15 minutes without being all over each other?
Daphne, Ted, and Emmett (in chorus): NO!
Michael is oblivious. A few minutes later. Michael, still oblivious, goes to the bathroom. The gang watches him depart in horror, but no one moves to stop him. A minute after that, they hear a scream and look toward the bathroom. Michael runs out of the bathroom at top speed. They can hear Justin and Brian laughing.
Michael (arms crossed, sullenly): I am never washing my hands in that sink again! In fact, I may never use that bathroom again!
The gang laughs. A few minutes after that, the lusty pair return, looking freshly fucked…clothes askew…hair messed up…Justin flushed. Big grins. They don't sit down. They just motion to Daphne and keep walking out to the Jeep. One by one, everyone moves to join them, except Ben (first Michael, then Emmett, and then Ted).
Later…Everyone is eating. Justin keeps sneaking glances at Brian's fries.
Brian (laughs): If you ask nice, I might give you one...
Justin (sweetly, batting eyelashes): Brian, could I have one of your gravy fries, please?
Brian picks up a fry. Justin licks his lips.
Justin: More gravy.
Brian (laughing) swirls it in a puddle of gravy and then feeds it to Justin. A dollop lands on Justin's cheek.
Brian: oops…I got gravy on you…
Brian licks Justin's cheek. Justin's eyes brighten.
Justin: Oh yeah. I didn't notice before, but you got gravy on yourself, too.
Justin kisses Brian's face right next to his mouth and then licks and sucks a spot on his neck.
Brian: (closing his eyes): Mmm…
Justin (huskily): You got it everywhere…Tsk. Tsk. Such a messy boy.
Justin climbs into Brian's lap (straddling him) and alternately licks and sucks various places on Brian's face and neck. Pretty soon, they are French kissing, and Justin is grinding his cock against Brian's, while Brian squeezes Justin's ass and pulls Justin closer to him.
Emmett (stares at the lusty pair, sighs dreamily): All we need is some popcorn.
As Brian and Justin's kissing/grinding becomes more heated, even desperate, they slide into Daphne. Daphne spills her coffee.
Daphne (angry): Hey! Watch it!
Michael (annoyed, but watching closely): You two might as well strip and fuck right here!
Ted (eyes widening, as he, too, watches the action): Yeah, go for it!
Justin (whispers to Brian): Creepy…they're all watching!
Brian: I think that's our cue.
Brian tosses a couple of bills on the table and then slides them both out of the booth. Justin wraps his legs around Brian's waist as Brian stands up.
Brian and Justin: Later.
Brian carries Justin out. He doesn't take two steps before they are making out once more.
Fade to black. The bell on the diner door rings.
The Loft (aka Truth or Dare)
Justin's POV
We'd just made it back to the loft. After leaving the diner, we barely made it to the Jeep before we were fucking. Again. Remembering, I smiled brightly.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Brian looked puzzled, but opened it. He plastered a huge fake smile on his face when he saw the visitor. "Why, Ian, to what do we owe this honor?"
Alarmed, I stood up and joined Brian by the door.
"Ethan, what are you doing here?"
He walked in, a hateful expression on his face. His hair looked even oilier than normal, and his goatee needed a serious trim. It looked like some critter had attached itself to his chin.
He handed me a small paper bag.
"What's this?"
"I found these strewn about the apartment, you know, from the many times we fucked."
I sighed. Both Brian and I looked in the bag, boxer-briefs. Super. I studied Ethan, his mouth turned into a cruel sneer, and, then, Brian, an amused expression on his face. I shook my head. What on earth had I ever seen in Ethan?
I said coldly, "I think you'd better leave, Ethan."
"Not that your visit hasn't been a pleasure," Brian said with a smile.
"Sure, whatever. Oh, by the way, Justin, that was one hell of a blow job you gave me before you disappeared."
Brian's eyes flashed with anger. He pushed Ethan out with one hand and slid the loft door shut with the other.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Here it comes.
Brian walked to the other side of the loft and stared out one of the large windows. Without turning around, he asked, "So, Sunshine, how large was the fiddler's cock? A nice size? Bigger than mine?"
Good grief. Suddenly, I had an idea.
"Let's play truth or dare."
Brian turned around, looking at me as though I had lost my mind. "What?"
"Let's play truth or dare."
"You have to be fucking kidding."
"No. Might be fun. Come on."
Brian didn't look convinced. "Well, we'll see how fun it is…"
I smiled brightly. "You start."
Brian sighed. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Did you let him (he gestured toward the door) fuck you?"
"Nope."
"No?" He looked doubtful.
"I never let anyone fuck me. No one but you."
He sputtered. Yep, Mr. Smooth, Brian-Fucking-Kinney, was sputtering. "But…but you love it when I fuck you."
I smiled. "That's right. I love it when you fuck me."
Brian shook his head, trying to wrap his head around this new information.
"Ok. My turn. Truth or dare?"
Brian hesitated, thinking. Probably wondering which would be more painful. Heh heh. "Truth."
I didn't want to push too hard right away, so I asked, "Why did you punch Michael at Lindsay and Mel's party?"
Brian balled his fist. So tightly that his knuckles started turning white. "He said that after what you had done, maybe you weren't worth being saved. That maybe I should have left you lying there in the parking garage. Truth or dare?"
Ouch. "Truth."
"Why did you leave the Rage party with Ethan?"
Oh boy. I took a deep breath. "Once upon a time…"
Brian rubbed his hands together and said in an excited voice, "Ooo…a fairy tale!"
I rolled my eyes and repeated, "Once upon a time, I thought that Chris Hobbs was a decent human being. Even when I realized that he was an asshole, I still wasn't afraid of him. I never thought he would hit me in the head with a bat, that he hated me that much, that I was that much of a threat to him. But so many people had told me that I should be less honest…more careful. So, after the bashing, I started having doubts…If they were right about that, maybe they were right about other things, too, like you and me. Maybe we were just about sex or guilt or pity or convenience. Maybe you were only with me because I wouldn't leave you alone. Maybe you didn't… couldn't love me." I tried to keep my voice even, but it broke on the last few words.
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, but said nothing.
Slowly, I continued, "I tried to have faith…to trust my own instincts and what I saw in your eyes. But I'm not perfect. I need reassurance sometimes. I know you think words are crap, and, most of the time, I agree, but, every once in a while, I need to hear how you feel. That you'd miss me if I weren't here. That you care. But you clammed up, while people who'd known you much longer than I had told me over and over that I expected too much. That you'd never really return my feelings. Eventually, I started to believe them. So I left."
Brian nodded slowly as he stared into space, thinking.
My voice brought him back to the present. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
I smirked. "I dare you…to recite me a sweet poem of the 'roses are red, violets are blue' variety."
His eyes brightened a little at this.
"(After I kiss him senseless) Sunshine's lips are bright red.
His eyes, crystal blue.
I love it when he gives me head.
But I enjoy shoving my dick up his ass, too."
He looked quite pleased with himself.
I laughed. Rolling my eyes, I said, "How touching."
"Okay, Sunshine. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Brian took a deep breath and asked, "So why did you come back? Why did you leave the fiddler?"
I smiled brightly. "Because you're Brian-Fucking-Kinney!"
Brian shot me a "be serious" look.
I took a deep breath and responded, "There were a lot of reasons. I missed you more than I could ever express in words, and our being apart seemed so wrong. Especially when I learned that you weren't handling my leaving too well. Certainly not the way I'd expect you to handle it if everything people had said about you and us were true."
Brian scoffed, "I was fine!"
I laughed, "Uh, okay."
Brian shot me a death glare.
I continued, "Anyway…my relationship with Ethan and Ethan himself, well, they defied expectation. I thought that with another verbally expressive, romantic person, I would feel a stronger connection, but I didn't. The connection Ethan and I had, if a real connection at all, paled in comparison to the one I had with you. Even after I left, you seemed to trust me and care about me and my needs much more than Ethan ever did. The night before I left, you let me in and held me even though you knew I might leave you for Ethan. But he didn't trust me even after I left with him."
Brian chuckled, "I guess he was afraid you'd come running back to me."
I nodded. "…and after I left, despite your unhappiness, you genuinely wanted me to be happy. But Ethan seemed to care much more about his own happiness. However, what finally made me realize that I should trust my instincts and my feelings was the prom tape."
"Ah…the prom tape. I wondered why you made so many sketches from it."
"Of course. It had the answer to every question that had been plaguing me about you and us…For so long, Daphne had said that she knew, knew, you loved me because of the prom. Because of the way you looked at me, held me, kissed me…Unfortunately, I had no memory of it. I wanted so much to believe her, but I had started to think that maybe she was just telling me what I wanted to hear. I desperately needed to know that our relationship wasn't one-sided, and the prom tape proved that it wasn't. I could finally see us through Daphne's eyes. She's the only person who can see us clearly. She, unlike everyone else, has no agenda. I mean, she loves me, but she loves you, too."
Brian smiled and nodded, "Daphne is cool."
I laughed.
Brian looked at me with a serious expression (was he touched?), swallowed hard, and reached up to caress my face. He traced my jawline with his thumb, and, then, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me gently. I looked up into his eyes, and what I found there stopped my heart. I couldn't breathe. If I ever again doubted that he loved me, I would remember his eyes at this moment. Brian kissed me again. So tenderly.
Then, Brian smiled, a naughty glint in his eye. "Race you to the bed. Whoever wins gets to be on top."
I flashed him a million-watt smile, and we both took off running.