As they drove toward the marina, Justin couldn't help thinking how confining the space was inside Brian's vintage sports car; it at least, though, gave him slightly more room to maneuver in than the couch had – unlike the piece of furniture where Brian had insisted on practically gluing himself to him, the car thankfully had separate leather bucket seats.
Still, as they drove toward the yacht, Justin could senfse the almost electrical charge in the air – so permeating he could almost reach out and feel it. He risked a glance over at the stunning man behind the driver's wheel, currently bathed in the glow of the rapidly setting sun, and wondered once more if he had made a big mistake agreeing to come with him. He barely knew Brian Kinney, and this man had "danger- watch out!" practically oozing out of every pore of his lean, chiseled frame. He kept trying to tell himself he was merely agreeing to do this because it was business – it made perfect sense to accompany one of the grooms to a possible reception and/or wedding venue to check it out….didn't it? Justin silently sighed. Maybe if the man was a troll and not this bronzed God stretched out in the driver's seat next to him, he might actually be able to believe that. This whole situation, though, practically screamed big mistake all over it….
"Something wrong, Fairy Godfather?" Justin wasn't even aware he had been staring at Brian until he heard the man's somewhat bemused voice speaking to him. Instantly aware that he had been caught, he mumbled a quick "no, nothing's wrong," before quickly turning his head to look out the passenger side window.
Brian curled his lips under in triumph, smug in the knowledge that once again he had utterly charmed yet another fan of his, except that in this case, merely being aware that Justin was attracted to him wasn't nearly enough. Robert had never forbid him from fucking other men during their engagement – he had just told him to be discrete. Well, Brian figured that fucking this particular man in a very private bedroom on Robert's yacht was definitely discrete, as well as providing him with just a bit of poetic justice against the other man. After all, if Robert hadn't found this thoroughly delectable little morsel hiding in the guise of a wedding planner, Brian would have never had this undeniable craving at the moment to scratch a certain itch. And, oh what an itch it was creating! If he hadn't known how perturbed his fiancé would be knowing that he had provided Brian with such a stupendous opportunity, Brian might have even thanked the guy.
As he glanced back over at Justin, whose head was turned away from him in embarrassment, Brian mentally began to count off how long it would take to get to the ship and how long he would have to keep up the pretense of showing Justin around before he pulled him into one of the master bedrooms and fucked the man's brains out. While Justin's body was turned away from his, it gave him an opportunity to study his soon-to-be fucking partner in greater detail. His blond hair was slightly tousled from the rather strong wind that had kicked up within the last few hours; it still shone radiantly as the ebbing sun bathed him in soft illumination. His body, while not overpowering by any means, was compact and trim, fitting his physique and looks perfectly. And those eyes, now currently hidden from his view – they were stunning in their fire and intensity, almost like looking at a dangerous sort of icy glacier about to erupt at any moment. His lips were full and pouty, and looked oh-so-kissable in their softness. And whether coming or going, the man was simply perfectly proportioned for fucking, from his rounded ass to a cock that appeared to be surprisingly thick and large for someone relatively petite. Brian couldn't wait to see how well their bodies fitted together…..especially horizontally.
He started in surprise as he noticed to his chagrin that Justin had turned his head now and was looking directly back at him; when did he turn around? He thought he noticed a small smile of gotcha on the blond's lips at having caught him doing precisely the same thing he had been doing only a few minutes before.
"What?" Brian asked nonchalantly as if he was wondering what the big deal was.
Justin shook his head slightly. "Nothing," he said as casually as he was able to; the truth was, though, his hands were clammy and he could feel his pulse speeding up just by being in the same constricted space as this gorgeous man now peering back at him so intently.
He managed to ask in a fairly calm sort of voice, "how much longer?'
Brian glanced down at the onboard clock. "About ten minutes," he informed his companion. Ten minutes until the fun begins…..COCK-a-doodle-do…..
"Um…so how long have you and Robert known each other?" Justin ventured to ask, inordinately curious about this seemingly mismatched pair but not wanting to come off as personally vested in Brian's response, even though he was dying to know. While attractive enough in a scruffy sort of way, Chagall didn't seem like the sort of man that would intrigue or even interest Brian Kinney. Just in the short time Justin had been around Brian, he came across as the type that took no prisoners and thrived on commanding whoever and whatever he faced. To Justin, Chagall merely came across as the type who pushed people to get his way, not necessarily because they decided it was for the best but because they probably just wanted to get rid of him. To Justin, he definitely didn't seem like the type who would challenge such a formidable man as Brian seemed to be.
Brian kept his eyes on the road, partly because they were coming up on a fairly tricky interchange, and partly because he was avoiding looking into Justin's eyes for fear he would somehow determine the truth as to why he was being forced to marry his bastard of a fiancé. "About a year, I guess," he said finally – short and sweet.
"So where did you meet?" Justin asked, trying fervently to simply sound as if he were engaging in polite conversation but having a feeling it wasn't quite coming across that way.
He heard Brian snort slightly before he told him, "He was one of my agency's clients at the time." How Brian wished that was STILL all he was – not the man he felt he was being practically blackmailed into marrying.
Justin's eyes rose in surprise at that statement; he had never considered for some reason that the two of them had met when Brian had been hired to provide an advertising campaign for the other man, but he had to admit it made sense. After all, Chagall was a very prominent restaurateur in town and with the man's several successful establishments, it made sense that advertising would be an important component of their continuing profitability.
"Why do you ask?" Brian asked him suddenly. For some reason, Brian found himself really wanting to know – was Justin asking because he was just making polite conversation, or was he perhaps jealous of the other man? And more to the point, why did it matter to him? This man, while extremely attractive, was just another fuck to him – a temporary diversion. Wasn't he?
Justin mumbled, self-conscious that Brian was so curious about his line of questioning. Wasn't it normal to inquire about someone's background with their fiancé when they were about to get married? "No real reason," he quickly assured the other man. "Just wondering. Sometimes it helps me to plan the right wedding, that's all."
Brian nodded, actually disappointed to think that Justin was just curious and not affected by his relationship with this other man. Well, no matter – whether Justin was merely being polite or was personally interested in him, it didn't make any difference; before this night was over, Justin Taylor would be another notch on his fucking belt – albeit a very delightful notch, no doubt.
"So the two of you met initially at Kinnetik?" Justin ventured to ask.
Brian turned his head to avoid peering back at Justin with a look of smugness. By the blond's prying line of questioning, it was obvious, at least to him, that Justin more than just a little curious about his and Robert's relationship. Deciding that perhaps he could use that to his advantage shortly, he answered, "No – we actually met at an agency I used to work for before I opened my own business. He was a major client of theirs and I worked on the campaigns for him."
Justin nodded. "And you became close as a result?" He mentally kicked himself for being so persistent after he asked that question – what was wrong with him? Business, Justin…..this is just business….. There was just something about this man that fascinated him, though, beyond just the obvious physical charisma. He couldn't quite put a handle on it, but this man seemed to have so many facets to his personality, he was oddly eager to find out all about him. He knew, however, that he was treading on thin ice here – his continual, probing questions were starting to dive into more than "politely interested" territory.
Brian peered over at his companion. My, aren't WE awfully curious? He decided for the time being, however, to play along. Perhaps if he volunteered some information, he would get some himself that could be useful in return. "Well, it was a gradual process," he explained somewhat obtusely. "We met one night by accident at Woody's, had some drinks, and hung out for a while. You might say things sort of developed from there." At least our BUSINESS arrangement did…..
Justin nodded, deciding he'd better stop this pointed line of questioning, at least for now, in case this man began to realize that he had more than just a casual interest in what he had to say. He tried instead to concentrate on what successfully carrying out this wedding could mean to his fledgling business. If he pulled off this event adroitly, with Chagall's influence and power in Pittsburgh's social circle, this could quite possibly translate into a great deal of new business for him. Was it really worth jeopardizing this opportunity for the chance to get to know this man better? Besides, it was simply unethical – they had a business relationship. For the sake of his business, then, that what was it needed to remain as – simply business.
"Tell me more about the ship," Justin said, deciding to divert their conversation to 'safer waters.' You said it's several floors?"
Brian nodded, not fooled for one minute by the other man's attempt to change the subject to something more professional. "Yeah," he confirmed. "Four of them."
Justin whistled softly. "You weren't kidding when you said it was large. I assume it has a lot of open deck areas. What about enclosed space for the reception dinner?"
Brian kept his eyes on the road as they approached the marina, making sure he didn't miss the cutoff for the pier. "There are decks fore and aft on each floor, except the lowest one. And the top floor has a large enclosed space in the middle that would definitely work for the reception dinner and dancing – it even has a wooden dance floor at one end with a DJ area."
Justin's eyes widened; this venue was sounding better and better for what he had in mind for them. And unless Brian wasn't being accurate, it certainly sounded like it would accommodate the large number of guests the two grooms were expecting. "Sounds pretty promising," he told Brian aloud. "Is there a fairly large kitchen area, too?"
Brian nodded as he slowly approached the parking area for the larger ships moored at the pier, scanning each berth for the correct one indicating Robert's ship. "Yeah….believe me, you won't have a space problem with this ship, or with the cooking facilities - it's first-class all the way. You could go on board and not see anyone else for days if you wanted to." And when I get a hold of you, we may or may NOT "re-emerge" for quite some time, too….
"Almost there," Brian informed the blond as he lifted his hand off the steering wheel long enough to point over to his left.
Justin stared through the front windshield to take a look at what Brian was indicating. In the dim light and overhead lamps mounted on wooden telephone poles sprinkled throughout the massive tangle of berths scattered throughout the marina, he could make out a massive, white ship lit from bow to stern with small, white twinkling lights running along the railing. In addition, the ship was alit with lights mounted beside each entry door, as well as those running alongside the entry ramp.
Justin was shocked. Brian had indicated it was large, but this ship looked almost like a CRUISE ship. "Wow," he murmured in awe. "You weren't kidding when you said it was enormous," he stated, his eyes as big as saucers as he studied the floating monstrosity.
"Yeah, Robert's Daddy Dearest didn't know the meaning of the word small." Well, at least when it came to material goods. It was a shame Daddy Dearest hadn't provided his offspring with a bigger dick, however, Brian thought with some disgust. If it had been any smaller, he probably would have had to go out and buy a fucking magnifying glass. No wonder he had to seek out other men to fuck – when it came to fucking Robert, unfortunately imagination and passion weren't ALL he was lacking…..
Brian came to a stop in a nearby parking slot and turned the car off. He turned to Justin, who was still gaping at the large vessel directly in front of them. "I think I see what you mean," Justin said. "A person could get lost on that ship."
As Brian looked at the man's eyes practically aglow with amazement, he couldn't help the thought that leapt unbidden to his mind: I could get lost in YOU… He cleared his throat, causing Justin to finally turn his gaze to look over at him "Uh….let's go," he prompted the blond, unlatching his seatbelt and opening the driver's side to slowly pour his long frame out of the car.
Justin let out a deep breath – not sure if it was due to excitement, nerves, or both – before he, too, loosened his seatbelt and opened the passenger door to get out and join Brian on the other side.
As the two of them slowly walked toward the embarkation ramp, Justin couldn't help staring up at the massive ship overshadowing every other vessel nearby. He noticed the name of the ship emblazoned near the bow with navy and gold-trimmed, scripted lettering – Eat Your Heart Out, and rolled his eyes. The man certainly didn't have a problem with humility, he decided, as he continued to stare open-mouthed at the floating city looming ever closer. His disbelief at the over-the-top opulence of the structure caused him to fail to notice the slight, raised lip of the metal ramp that protruded over the dock as his feet hit just in front of it and he found himself flailing in a furious attempt to find a railing to hold onto.
What he did find was not the railing, but a strong but soft hand firmly grasping his and pulling him against the lean body that was attached to it. Justin's breath caught in his throat at the unexpected contact of his body against the other man's chiseled, hardened chest. He gasped at the sensations furiously coursing through his veins as he felt Brian's other arm reach around his back and hold him firmly against him. Dare he look up into those eyes? And what would he find there? Against all modicum of common sense, he finally chanced a slow look upward, finding a pair of hazel eyes staring back at him intently. He found himself almost drowning in those pools of green and gold, the dilated irises making them even more expressive from the numerous reflections of the nearby minature lights.
As Brian peered down into the unique blue eyes of this smaller man who astonishingly seemed to fit against him so perfectly, he couldn't believe just how this unexpectedly lucky touch was affecting his body's reaction. His heart was speeding up like a high-bullet train and he was growing increasingly hard just looking at this man; his eyes – so open, blue like the waves of some private ocean, and those lips – damn, those lips were so full and yet so perfectly proportioned. He slowly leaned in, eagerly anticipating just what a taste of that dark pink flesh would taste like – knowing within a few seconds he would finally find out…..
Justin's eyes widened and his breath hitched as he realized what Brian was about to do…He couldn't let this happen, no matter what his body was screaming at him, no matter how badly he wanted to taste those lips that belonged to this bronzed Adonis that was currently holding him so tightly in his arms, no matter how his body was betraying him and rebelling against what his mind was commanding that he do. He was in a business relationship with this man – in an arrangement that could be quite lucrative for him if he didn't fuck it up. And if he let this continue any further, that was exactly what he would be doing…..
Somehow he found the resolve, then, to pull back from the lips that he knew were about to plunder his. He knew if he did this, there would be no turning back. With monumental fortitude, he put his hands on Brian's chest and forcefully pushed away from him to utter somewhat breathlessly, "Uh…..thanks for breaking my fall." How he managed to sever himself completely free from the other man's grasp was unfathomable to him, but as he found himself separated from the brunet, he turned away from him to suck in some much-needed oxygen and try to somehow force his body to relax, even though every fiber of his being was screaming for release – a release that somehow he knew only this man could completely provide.
As Justin managed to somehow free himself from Brian's embrace, the brunet stood there agape as he watched Justin turn away from him, his mouth hanging open as he found his arms unexpectedly empty and aching to hold this man. Whenever he and Robert fucked, he never really felt any physical bond with him; his fake fiancé was merely a means to an end and a way to obtain a physical release for his strong sexual needs.
But this man – how did he manage to make every part of his body practically tingle with desire for him? Just what was it about this little blond vixen that made him want to almost beg to fuck him? Brian Kinney never had to beg ANY man for what he wanted – all he had to do was crook one long finger in their direction, and they were more than willing to stand in line for the mere honor of being his trick for the night – or even for the hour. But this man was actually turning him down, at least for now. Was that what made this particular man so attractive? The fact that somehow he could actually resist his advances? Well, Brian never walked away from a challenge and whether this man knew it or not, he had just thrown down the proverbial gauntlet.
"Can we go take a look now?" Justin asked as he finally turned back to face this formidable, sexy man. His surprisingly calm tone of voice belied his rapidly-beating heart at the moment as he waited for Brian's response. He silently prayed the other man would at least keep a fairly-safe distance from him for the rest of the evening; just the mere thought of being up close and personal with this man again in relatively close quarters was threatening to remove any last speck of dignity and professionalism he had. As it was, both were barely hanging on by a thread.
Brian studied the other man intently; he sounded calm enough, but he had felt how Justin had trembled slightly as he held him, and had immediately noticed the pink-tinted, flushed skin and the quick beating of his heart as he had held him for that brief but heavenly few seconds before he had somehow managed to pull away. This man wanted him – he had no doubt of it. Well, he was certainly more than willing to fulfill that particular request – the sooner, the better. Perhaps, though, a nice, soft, king-sized bed in one of the roomy, master suites on board would be more suitable for that pleasurable pursuit as he responded, "Sure – let's go."
As he waited for Justin to move, he noticed the other man hesitating. Smirking at little at the other's apparent discomfiture, he nodded before leading the way up the ramp, checking periodically to make sure that Justin was following him.
Justin couldn't help admiring the rear view he was presently being treated to – the man was amazing, coming and going, northbound and southbound, top to bottom…..
He was so busy, in fact, admiring the view that he didn't notice when Brian stopped suddenly to jump from the ramp onto the ship – there was just enough of a gap between the two to make it unsafe to merely walk across it and even with Brian's long legs, he couldn't quite accomplish it. With Justin, there was no way he could do it unassisted at all.
"Justin!" he heard the warning just in time to avoid falling over the metal, pebbled plank and into the murky water below. As he flapped his arms in a losing battle to maintain his balance, Brian reached out and pulled him over the structure and onto the ship. Their bodies crashed against the opposite wall and once more were molded together to Brian's inordinate delight. Just like the astute advertising executive he was, too, Brian didn't waste time taking advantage of this opportune moment to promptly wrap both of his arms around the other man's waist and hold him tightly against his own body; he felt the thrumming desire once more for the warm, oh-so-pliant man cocooned in his arms and again was amazed at the feelings rushing through him just at the mere contact. If he could feel this wonderful just holding the man, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to feel bare skin on skin, and his cock pounding into what he was sure would be two of the most wonderfully curved globes of flesh he had ever had the pleasure to fuck. And he had fucked probably thousands by now. Something, however, told him this particular piece of Justin's anatomy, along with his cock, was going to be quite a spectacular piece of scenery to enjoy…..
Justin, however, was once more resisting him, using his hands as leverage against Brian's chest to push away from his overtures. "What the fuck?" he growled as he stared over at the wide gap; his was shaking slightly from both his near mishap and his nearness to Brian – he wasn't sure which one had rattled him more. "Who would put a gangplank so far away from the ship? Someone could really get hurt!"
Brian tried not to smile back at the indignant pout on the other man's face. Justin was actually right – any other time Brian would have been loudly bitching about whoever had caused this horrible oversight. But right now, as he drank in the sight of this adorable blond standing there with his hands on his hips and his blue eyes flashing, he found himself too mesmerized to care about shoddy housekeeping.
"I'll make sure they know about it," Brian murmured soothingly as he curled his lips under in amusement. "Come on, though," he continued as persuasively as he could, "it's getting darker and I want to show you as much as possible while it's still light out a little." Time to get the sightseeing out of the way so I can see the sights I want to see...
Justin looked over at his companion and swallowed the hard, nervous lump in his throat. Why did it seem like Brian was looking at him like a lion about to ingest some raw meat? Maybe because he had seen that predatory look before on other men, but the almost outright leer being broadcast his way was so much more potent, so much more blatant...so much more sexy...Focus, Justin, focus...money, business, success...focus on ANYTHING except this divine piece of male specimen presently raking his eyes over you, just like a hungry cat eyeing a caged canary with nowhere left to run...
As Brian stood there waiting, Justin swallowed once more, buying time until he was actually able to speak again. He finally decided that a nod would be safer as he acknowledged what the other man had said with his head and slowly began to follow at a hopefully-safe distance behind Brian while his host played tour guide. His brain, though, was quickly telling him that there would never be such a thing as a "safe distance" when he was anywhere near this man, however...
Brian pursed his lips together as he led Justin toward the ship's bow, but he was unable to completely prevent at least a slight smile of satisfaction from crossing his face. After having had the opportunity to hold this man in his arms twice now, he was quickly becoming horny as hell in his desire to plunge his quickly-hardening cock into what he knew would be a tight, warm ass, and he was quickly running out of patience. Brian Kinney never had to wait for anyone; the fact that this slender, blond spitfire could hold out against him for this long was simply making him even more determined than ever to fuck his brains out before the evening was over...
"Mr. Kinney," Justin heard a voice saying in front of him as they neared the front of the ship. He craned his neck around Brian to observe an older, distinguished-looking trim man with slightly-graying blond hair. He was wearing a crisp, white uniform with a matching billed hat and sitting at a nearby desk, working on a laptop. "Mr. Chagall didn't inform me you would be on board this evening."
"That's because he doesn't know," Brian told the other man; Justin thought he detected a slight degree of irritation in Brian's voice at the mention of his fiancé. "I'm taking our wedding planner on a tour of the ship in case we want to use it for the wedding and the reception," he explained to the other man. At the mention of him, Brian turned to Justin to say, "Justin, this is Larry Fitzgerald, the captain of this dinghy," he said sarcastically. "Larry - this is Justin Taylor, our wedding designer."
"Mr. Taylor," the other man responded politely. While the man seemed professional enough, Justin thought he heard just a hint of suspicion in his voice as he greeted him. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the man's reaction to him as he looked over at Brian with a questioning look on his face.
Brian, however, didn't acknowledge Justin's silent question, however, as he said to the older man, "Well, we'll let you get back to your duties. Justin, I'll show you the upstairs deck first."
"Very good, Mr. Kinney," Fitzgerald responded. "I take it you won't be taking the ship out this evening then?" The man continued to stare pointedly at Justin, making the blond uncomfortable and unsure about the feeling of hostility being directed toward him.
Brian, however, didn't fail to notice the captain's look of barely-disguised disdain toward Justin. The man had been the captain for Robert's father for several years and had maintained his position after the man had died. It was admirable in a way that the man's loyalty had been transferred from father to son, but it had also made the man insufferable when it came to any hint of what he felt was impropriety on Brian's part. Brian wasn't sure just how much the man knew about him and Robert's "arrangement;" however, as he watched the man stare intently at Justin's retreating form, he had a feeling Robert hadn't been upfront with him about it, because the man was looking at Justin as an enemy rather than a facilitator for their upcoming nuptials.
As they walked out of hearing distance of the other man, Justin couldn't help asking, "Did I do something wrong?"
Brian snorted. "No, other than you're hot and sexy as hell," he told Justin, unable to prevent the words from escaping his lips before his brain had a chance to stop him. He mentally berated himself for giving too much away as he immediately noticed the blond's face flushing with either pleasure or embarrassment - he wasn't sure which. He quickly rushed ahead to explain, "He's been with Robert's family for over 30 years and gets a little nasty if he thinks someone's trying to take advantage of him."
As they stopped in front of two elevators and Brian pushed the button for access, Justin asked, "Take advantage of?" He frowned. "How was I taking advantage of him? I don't understand..."
As the door slid open and they entered the car, Justin scooted as far over to his own corner as possible, unable to trust himself to be too close to the other man. He looked over at Brian for an explanation, grateful that at least for the moment they were far enough apart not to be able to touch each other.
Brian remained strangely silent during their short ride up to the top deck. As the elevator came to a stop, however, and the door opened, just as they departed the space, he heard Brian softly say, "You could, Justin...if you wanted to." Justin didn't have time to ask Brian to elaborate before the other man slowly walked out of the car and turned to wait for him to exit.
As Justin pondered the meaning of that mysterious statement, he walked out of the elevator car to stand close to the other man. The two stared into each other's eyes for a pregnant moment before Brian sighed softly and said, "Come on - I'll show you the enclosed space first."
As they walked silently down the somewhat narrow hallway, Brian wondered just what had happened there. He had had a golden opportunity to grasp Justin by his narrow, slender shoulders and kiss those soft, pink lips until they were bruised from his determined onslaught, but he hadn't. What had gotten into him? He never missed a chance to take advantage of a situation like that and he hadn't taken it. Just what was it about this man that was different? That still didn't mean he didn't want to fuck him senseless; maybe he had just decided that the wait would make it that much more exquisite. Shaking his head slightly as he decided that was exactly the reason why, he picked up his pace with just a bit more confidence and walked toward the middle of the ship's hallway that contained a cross-way to gain entrance to the enclosed part of the deck.
He turned around to make sure Justin was still following before opening the double doors of the glass-enclosed space and holding it open for the smaller man to enter. As Justin turned the corner and walked into the area, he saw the blond's eyes light up with pleasure at the sights accosting him; there were chandeliers providing soft ambience from overhead, along with numerous strands of white twinkle lights strewn along each banister running alongside the transparent walls. The entire room was encased in glass, providing a panoramic view of the waterfront from all angles. Numerous round tables that would seat at least eight guests each, along with several smaller, more intimate ones, were grouped throughout the space and a wooden, oak dance floor was situated at the far end near a corner DJ booth complete with a sound system.
Brian found himself captivated by Justin, who in turn was mesmerized by the environment he was studying. His artist's eye was roving over every space, recreating the perfect wedding venue in his mind. "Brian," he breathed out. "This is wonderful! I think this would be absolutely perfect for your reception!"
Justin flashed a beaming smile of appreciation at him over the wonderful space he was going to have the chance to decorate and Brian's heart skipped several beats at the unexpected sight of this man's smile. If he had been enamored of Justin Taylor's looks before, he was positively blown away now. This man had a smile that could light up all of downtown; he had never seen such a radiant smile in his life, and it left him wondering just what this man was doing to him. Justin Taylor was hot, he was adorable, he had a sexy voice and was passionate about his work apparently - certainly all very appealing qualities. But he was still just another fuck, another conquest to be had and discarded at his whim...wasn't he?
"Brian?" he heard Justin asking him. He quickly pasted his nonchalant-looking expression back on his face as he answered him, "Yeah?"
Justin frowned, wondering why Brian seemed out of sorts for a few moments. Noticing that the devil-may-care look was back on the brunet's face, however, he pressed on. "I'll like to see where you think we could hold the ceremony now. I think this space is perfect for the reception, though - there's more than enough room for all your guests for dinner as well as the dancing afterward." As he thought about the impending ceremony that would be taking place, though, why did he suddenly feel sad about it? Weddings were supposed to be a happy occasion, weren't they?
"Uh...okay," Brian agreed quietly as he waited for Justin to follow him back out the doors. As Justin turned to leave, Brian pointed toward the opposite side of the room. "Let's go out that way- there's another exit over there and it's closer to the bow where there's more rdeck oom."
Justin nodded as he waited to follow Brian toward the dance floor and out the other exit doors. As Brian opened the other doors and waited for Justin to follow, he noticed the doors opened up into the bow of the ship; there were several deck chairs scattered around the angularly-shaped space, along with a raised platform at the juncture of the very end of the ship.
Brian watched Justin closely nearby as the blond slowly walked up to the platform and stepped up to more critically examine the space. "How many attendants are in the wedding party?" Justin asked thoughtfully, trying hard to concentrate on his work. It was a little easier with Brian farther apart from him at the moment, but it was still difficult no matter how far away he was; the man just made it damned hard to concentrate when he was anywhere near him.
Brian frowned; attendants? What exactly were those? Suddenly he felt more like a member of some house of royalty getting married, rather than a businessman making a deal with the devil. He didn't need attendants for HIS wedding - he was perfect the way he was and didn't help getting dressed for the ceremony, especially THIS farce. "Attendants?" he asked blankly.
"Yeah...How many attendants will you and Robert have? I need to make sure there's enough room to accommodate them." Justin waited expectantly for the other man to answer but he wasn't readily responding for some reason. "Brian?" he repeated.
The brunet finally responded, "We don't have any attendants."
Justin's eyes widened in surprise. "No attendants? You're having 500 people at the wedding and not even any ushers? What about a best man for you or Robert? A ring bearer or flower girl? Nothing?"
Justin could see a light bulb going on in Brian's handsome head now as his eyes lit up slightly in understanding. "Oh...why didn't you SAY so?" he asked somewhat indignantly. Those are attendants?
Justin snorted. "I DID say so...so again, how many are you expecting?"
"Well, I'm not sure about Robert - but Mikey will be standing up for me - he's my best friend," he explained. He almost hated for Michael to have to go along with this sham wedding, but he knew if he didn't involve him, he would know right away that something was wrong, and he couldn't take the chance that Michael would promptly blab that fact to the wrong people. He loved Michael, but he also knew the man couldn't keep a secret if his life depended upon it.
"Mikey?" Justin asked, amused by the cutesy name.
"Yeah," Brian huffed. "That's what I call him. You got a problem with that, Fairy Godfather?"
Justin smiled softly, surprised somewhat that Brian would call anyone he knew by such a pet name. "No, no problem," he answered. "Anyone else you know of?"
Brian snorted. "Well, if you think I'm having some pussy flower girl waltzing down the betrothal aisle throwing rose petals to the ground, you're not the right wedding planner for this job. My son's supposed to be the ring bearer, though," he added almost as an afterthought, but Justin noticed a smile lighting up his face and his eyes shining a little more brightly at the mention of his son...son? Was there no end to this man's fascinating layers, inside AND out?
"Your son?"
Brian smiled, a little amused by the other man's reaction. "Yeah...Gus. He's four years old and smart as a tack, just like his old man." He knew he didn't owe Justin an explanation, but for some reason, he felt the need to explain nonetheless. "His mother is an old friend of mine. She and her lesbian partner, Mel the pit bull, wanted a kid and I agreed to supply the missing magic formula."
Justin noticed the almost affectionate and proud tone in Brian's voice as he described his son. He was astounded by the tenderness emanating from the brunet at the mention of his child. It seemed Brian Kinney had many facets to his personality that Justin had barely scratched the surface of, as he filed yet another interesting tidbit of information away regarding this enigmatic, sexy man.
He nodded his head. "Well, unless your fiancé's side of the party is vastly different than yours, I don't see a problem having the ceremony performed here; in fact, I think it'd be a perfect spot. I can dress it up or down according to you and Robert's wishes, but I'll need to speak to both of you to get a good idea of what you want in the ceremony and reception."
As he jumped down lightly from the platform, he asked Brian, "Are you sure he won't mind using his ship for this?"
Brian snorted. "Are you kidding? He's an image queen – he'll fucking LOVE the attention; as long as everything's decorated to the hilt and he winds up married to ME, he won't' give a rat's ass where the festivities are as long as the end result's the same." For the umpteenth time since meeting this particular man, though, the thought flashed through Brian's mind about just how he could extricate himself from the trumped-up circus farce known as his upcoming wedding, but again, no easy answer was fortunately forthcoming at the moment.
Justin nodded, but inside he was wondering why Brian didn't seem very happy about his imminent wedding. The man seemed melancholy about it, almost regretful. Brian was hot, successful, and intelligent; why, then, would he be marrying someone unless he really wanted to? He bit his lip in thought; the hard truth, as painful as it might be, though, was that it really wasn't any of his business. The true nature of Brian and Robert's motives for getting married was strictly between the two of them. His only job was to make sure that everything met their specifications and the ceremony and reception went through without a hitch. He reminded himself that he was being well-paid to do this; and he was just the wedding planner. He wasn't a friend of either Brian's or Robert's, he wasn't a member of their family, he wasn't even a business acquaintance - he was merely there to do a job, nothing more, nothing less. It was time, then, that he concentrated on what he needed to do and let these two men get on with their lives so he could get on with his.
"Well, I think I've seen what I need to see for the initial planning," he told Brian matter-of-factly. He noticed how dark the nighttime sky had become since they had first boarded the ship, indicating it was getting quite late. "I think I'd better get going," he told the other man. "I still have some more work to take care for a couple of other weddings that take place before yours. Can you show me how we get off the ship?" He stood near Brian waiting, close enough to engage him in fairly quiet conversation but not quite close enough to stoke the smoldering flame that had threatened to ignite into a full-blown fire earlier.
Brian raced to think; there was no way he was letting this man leave this ship without at least one good, long fuck, preferably several long fucks. He somehow knew one wouldn't be enough to quench the appetite that had been building since the first moment he had set eyes on this compact but oh-so-intriguing package known as Justin Taylor, wedding planner. But how to convince Justin to stay longer? And even more daunting, how could he steer him in the right direction toward one of the two master bedrooms onboard? The deck chairs on this ship were way too confining as well as too uncomfortable for what HE had in mind...
"Uh...you haven't seen the overnight accommodations for the guests yet," he hastened to say. "I think we'll need your input on what to do to provide the right amount of comfort for them."
Justin frowned. "Overnight accommodations? I wasn't aware any of the guests would be staying after the ceremony. Robert didn't mention a need to provide for sleeping accommodations when he booked my services the other day."
Brian stood there, his mind clicking furiously as he spun what he hoped was a plausible tale. "Well, it must have slipped his mind, then," he insisted firmly. "We'll be having a number of important, influential guests attending that will be coming in from out of town. It's important to both our businesses that we present the right image and provide luxurious accommodations for them while they're in town. We can easily afford hotel arrangements for them, but it would be silly to waste a shitload of money and all this room onboard if we're having the ceremony and reception here anyway." His improvised plan began to pick up steam as he noticed Justin hesitating. Come on, Fairy Godfather...I need MY wish granted right fucking NOW...
Justin debated what to do; as a wedding planner, it wasn't all that unusual to help make overnight arrangements for visiting guests from out-of-town, but Brian's fiancé hadn't said anyone would need them. Was it possible he had just overlooked telling him that? All he knew was that he really needed this job if he wanted to cement his business here in Pittsburgh, so if they needed his assistance in their event, he supposed he didn't dare refuse to help. "Okay," he finally said, taking a quick look at his watch as he pressed the illumination dial; he noticed with some dread that it was 8:00 p.m. already. "It's getting late, though," he said. "I can't stay very long - if you'll show me one of the rooms I need to work with, I'll design some ideas for furnishing them when I get back to the shop."
Brian silently patted himself on the back for maintaining a neutral look on his face as he nodded in understanding; inside, however, he was saying to himself, it's going to be a long, long, HARD night...and I can't wait! as he silently crowed in triumph. He could finally get Justin Taylor precisely where he wanted him, hot, sweaty and writhing under him, and get him out of his system once and for all before he moved on to his next fuck tomorrow night.
He nodded. "Good," he told Justin. "This way," he advised, leading the blond back over toward the elevators. The master bedrooms were located at either end of the middle deck, providing the best vantage point for insuring a smooth sleeping environment where the occupants would be less prone to the back and forth rocking motions of the waves. As the two men rode down together in silence, Brian decided to steer Justin toward the master bedroom at the stern of the ship; the last thing he wanted was to be located near the bow where Fitzgerald's quarters were also located. He wanted nothing to prevent the two of them from engaging in a heated, up-front-and-personal bout of fucking - all night long, if he had his wishes, notwithstanding what Justin seemed to think was about to happen. Because despite Justin's insistence that he had to leave soon, Brian was sure that soon enough, once he was pounding the man mercilessly into the mattress, the last thing on Justin's mind would be leaving...
Justin watched Brian out of the corner of his eye somewhat warily; he had once again taken up his position in the far corner opposite where Brian was in the elevator, feeling the need not to tempt fate. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for the elevator to stop, before miraculously it finally slowed and they came to a halt a couple of floors below the top deck where they had just been.
"After you," Brian said, sweeping his hand out in front and waiting for Justin to follow. Justin smiled slightly, trying to appear detached but failing miserably inside, as he slowly disembarked from the elevator and stood just outside in the hallway, waiting for Brian's instruction.
Brian seemed to take an inordinate amount of time walking past him in the rather narrow hallway, scooting his body sideways so he could pass by Justin at extremely close range. As he sidestepped by him, it seemed to Justin that he paused just briefly enough to look him in the eye and smirk slightly before he resumed his motion and crooked his head to indicate that Justin should follow.
Justin took a breath to right himself, as least as much as possible, before rather reluctantly following Brian down the hallway toward the stern of the ship. The ship had a surprisingly large amount of private rooms, at least if the number of doors leading from the hallway was any indication. If these were all bedrooms, and there were four decks, he could see where the ship could easily handle at least a hundred out-of-town guests. He only hoped that Brian and Robert didn't need ALL of them furnished and decorated prior to the wedding, or he would either be getting no sleep whatsoever between now and then, or he would have to enlist some help to get them done. Either way, though, he figured the couple would be more than able to pay whatever was needed to see that it was done right – and in a most opulent manner, judging from what he had seen so far…..
They eventually came to a door at the far end of the ship, separated quite a distance from the last two doors that had surrounded each side of the hallway.
As he stuck a key into the door to open it, Brian's heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen. He had thought of practically nothing else since he had first laid eyes on this man who was standing directly behind him, his soft breathing easily discernible in the quiet enveloping their presence. Well, Taylor, this will be the LAST quiet moment you will have for the next several hours, if I have anything to do about it….He smiled to himself as he turned the door and opened it to walk in and wait for his prey…..er, his guest to enter.
Justin's eyes grew large as he entered the room and looked around. If this was representative of all the guest rooms onboard, impressive was putting it mildly; this room was larger than his OWN bedroom back home in his apartment. It contained a large, open area with a king-sized bed sporting a mirrored headboard at the top; two night tables and a low-slung dresser surrounded it. There was an amazingly spacious kitchenette on the opposite side, along with another closed door, presumably heading toward a bathroom. His eyes immediately honed in on the artwork pictured on either side of the bed – he recognized the pop art pieces as ones done by a well-respected, long-established artist whose works commanded prices in the 4-figure range. He had seen these very same works online but this was the first time he had ever had the chance to see any of them in person.
Brian watched as Justin walked over to stand in front of one of the paintings to get a better look; he noticed with curiosity how the blond's eyes seemed to light up as he studiously examined the work. "You like art?" he asked Justin, thinking at least briefly for the time being with his mind instead of his dick.
Justin turned away after a few seconds and smiled at him again; not quite the sun-drenched smile he had received earlier, but it was enough to make Brian's heart do a flip-flop again, a feeling he wasn't accustomed to. It made him both slightly exhilarated and also nervous at the same time.
"Yes," the blond told him. "I love his work – I've seen all kinds of examples of it, but I've never actually seen one in person. The colors are so much more vibrant on the real thing. He really has a terrific feel for composition and emotion in his brushstrokes."
Brian couldn't help smiling back a little at the man's impromptu critique of the artwork; he was impressed by this man's intelligence as well as his "other" outwardly-attractive features. His impression of this blond dynamo rose each hour that he was exposed to his presence. At the word exposed, he realized he was forgetting his main reason for this little visit in the first place…..
He began to walk over toward Justin, thinking that since he was near the bed already it was a perfect time to partake in a little preliminary touching and kissing prior to the main course.
Justin, however, noticed the intense look in the other man's eyes and immediately recognized it as not the normal expression of someone who was in love and about to be married. If he wanted to keep his job, he quickly decided it would be prudent to remove himself from this temptation. Before Brian had a chance to advance any further, he quickly looked around for a plan of escape. Spying what appeared to be a set of double doors leading out to a veranda, he sidestepped Brian's advances and, instead, turned to walk toward the rear of the suite, much to Brian's dismay. "Is this a balcony?" Justin asked with his back turned to the other man. He walked over to unlock the latch and swing the doors open, instantly feeling the breeze emanating from the water.
As he watched Justin stand at the railing with his back to him, Brian blinked in shock, trying to figure out what had just happened. He knew this man was attracted to him – he was more than capable of accurately determining that fact just by the looks he had been getting from him since they had met – and yet this man had deflected his advances the instant he realized what was about to happen. Well, you can run but you can't hide, Fairy Godfather….
Justin shivered as his hands held onto the railing – he wasn't sure if it was due to the temperature outside that had quickly changed once the sun had disappeared, or, more likely, the thought of being in this space with a dangerously-sexy man so closely behind him. He didn't dare turn around in either case, because he knew one look at Brian Kinney and he would more than likely be unable to resist whatever the man had in mind for him. Was this other man just playing with him? Did Kinney feel that he could use him as a last-minute, "fuck-you" to his fiancé, a man he was about to solely commit to for the rest of his life? Was this a final fling before the giant leap of matrimony? Or was he planning to use him simply to prove to his fiancé that he was lucky to have him? Well, if any of those possibilities was Brian's intention, HE had no intention of playing along. As much as he was undeniably attracted to this man, he was still their wedding planner and they were his clients. He wasn't going to be the last cream layer in this man's Oreo cookie before he said his "I do's," no matter HOW devastatingly gorgeous this man was.
He jumped a little as he felt a pair of arms wind themselves around his waist and place themselves to either side of his body on the railing, effectively imprisoning him. The man's hands were perched directly next to his, so close that they were touching slightly enough for him to feel the warm radiating from them.
At the moment, however, the other man's hands were the last thing on his mind, because the body they were attached to was leaning directly against his own, and the hardened cock pressing through the rather thin layer of Brian's dress pants left no mistake of the other man's interest in him. He shivered even more as he felt the other man's hot breath on his ear as Brian whispered, "It's time to stop running from me, Justin."
Oh, God. That sexy baritone voice instantly made his own cock harden in desire and his breath catch in his throat. This man made him feel things a thousand-times more intensely than any other man ever had. He wanted nothing more right there and then but to turn around in this man's lean, muscular arms and plunge his tongue into his mouth for a blazing, scorching kiss that never ended, following by a fuck fest to end ALL fuck fests…..
He shook his head imperceptibly, chastising himself for letting his lust get the best of him. No, he had to be strong – for Brian's fiancé as well as for his career, and for his own dignity. If he let this moment of passion overtake him, he would suffer a setback that he may never recover from, both financially as well as emotionally. If Robert found out what he and Brian were about to do, he would no doubt: 1) fire his ass immediately, and 2) inform everyone else he knew what had happened and that he couldn't be trusted. He couldn't do that to himself, OR, truth be told, to Brian's fiancé, either. If HE had been Robert – and, oh how much at that moment he fervently wished he was – he definitely wouldn't want to be sharing this man with anyone. And he refused to be Brian's plaything of the day...
As he felt Brian begin to nuzzle his neck, making him crazy with desire, he somehow found the last bit of fortitude he possessed to push back against the other man and escape from his loose hold of him. As Brian stood there with his mouth agape, astounded that he had yet again been rebuffed, Justin stammered, "Uh…I think I've seen enough. I have to go…" And with that, he didn't even bother to wait for Brian's response or to even look him in the eye again as he abruptly turned and rushed back into the suite and out the door.
As he closed the door quickly behind him, he took off at a run for the elevators, desperately hoping that Brian wouldn't follow him. Because he knew if the man somehow caught up with him, he was doomed….At that moment, he had no idea how he would get home, but he DID know one thing – he had to get out of there and RIGHT NOW before it was too late. Perhaps it was already too late, because he now knew he could never be alone with this man again, or he knew what would happen if he was…
Brian stood there immobile, in disbelief over what had just happened. Not only had Justin Taylor just resisted his advances, he had also turned tail and practically RAN out of the suite. How was this fucking possible? NO ONE rejected Brian Kinney – NO ONE. He didn't know whether to be astounded, furious, or intrigued – perhaps at the moment he was all of the above.
He shook his head, stunned over what had just occurred. Finally gaining his senses and cursing his body's unquenched desire for this other man, he walked quickly toward the door and yanked it open, looking both ways for a sign of the blond. He bit his lip in disgust when he noticed the other man was nowhere in sight. He sighed in exasperated defeat – apparently Mr. Taylor was going to escape untouched – at least in the way HE wanted – tonight.
You got me this time, Fairy Godfather – but I don't give up THAT easily, not when I want something – or someone – as badly as I want you. Brian sighed, resigned to having to pick up some trick and take him back to the man's apartment for a quick, hard fuck to release his pent-up sexual needs. But somehow he knew – it might temporarily diminish the smoldering demands inside him, but not until he had the chance to sample the tender, elusive morsel known as Justin Taylor, would his fire ever be fully extinguished.
Five minutes later and several hundred feet away from the biggest temptation he had ever known, Justin leaned against one of the lumpy, vinyl seats of the bus as it began to roll away, finally providing him with some safety away from the sexiest man he had ever met. He let out a strong sigh of relief in the fairly-deserted bus as it slowly moved into the mainstream traffic. He dreaded what was to come – he knew in his role as their wedding planner that he would have to face both Robert and Brian again and soon. He had no idea how he was going to hide his strong desire for this other man. But somehow he had to FIND a way, because he knew he had to separate his personal feelings from business, or he would NEVER be the successful artist and wedding planner he needed to be.
Wondering how in the hell he was going to accomplish that, he finally closed his eyes and let the exhaustion of the day's events temporarily slide for now from the thoughts churning inside his mind. His last thoughts, though, just before he fell into a light sleep were reserved for a tall, angular, enigmatic brunet who he feared would never escape his mind OR his heart….