Friday Afternoon
Justin sat on the bed upstairs in his apartment, holding his cell phone in one hand and Nico's wedding ring in the other. He let out a huff of disgust; it had certainly been a banner week – so far he had managed to accept a proposal from a man he didn't love but considered his best friend, while at the same time losing his heart to another man who now didn't want anything to do with him because of his deception. What a fucked-up mess…..
Could he really blame Brian, though? True, the brunet hadn't exactly been straightforward with him about Chagall, either, but that still didn't absolve him of what he had done. What did it really matter, anyway, he thought? Brian apparently wanted nothing to do with him now.
He silently twirled the band of gold between his thumb and middle finger, dreading what he had to do but knowing he couldn't put it off any longer. Sighing, he placed the ring and chain down on the mattress and flipped his phone open to punch in a familiar number.
He took a deep breath as the phone began to ring, his adrenalin racing as he waited for his friend to pick up.
"Justin?" he heard after two rings.
"Hi, Nico," he said softly.
He could hear the relief in the other man's tone. "Justin! Thank God! What's been going on? I've been trying to reach you all week! Is everything okay?"
Justin closed his eyes; tears threatened to fall as a result of the compassion in his friend's voice. He didn't deserve this man's friendship or his love, but right now, he desperately needed it. "Yeah, I'm okay," he finally answered softly. He tried to sound confident, but he knew he was failing miserably.
Nico paused; he had actually been feeling miffed at Justin for not answering his calls this week; he couldn't figure out why his best friend and now his fiancé had accepted his marriage proposal last weekend and then practically ignored him this past week. All he had managed to get out of him all week were a few voicemail messages explaining he had been "busy." That just didn't fly right with him; he knew Justin too well, and something told him there was a lot more going on than that. "Justin, that's bullshit….I can tell you're not okay; what's going on?"
Justin sighed; he knew his friend wouldn't be fooled by his attempt at nonchalance. "Are you still coming down tomorrow?" he asked softly, purposely evading the question.
"Do you want me to?" Nico replied; he knew he wanted to see Justin, but why was he getting the distinct feeling that Justin didn't feel the same way? "Justin?" he asked again when his fiancé didn't answer him quickly enough.
"Yeah," Justin finally responded. It wasn't exactly that he wanted to see Nico – he was actually anxious about seeing him again – but he didn't have any choice. He just hoped that when Nico and he talked, he could somehow make his friend understand why he had done what he had done and that he could somehow forgive him. "When do you think you'll be down?"
Nico frowned, realizing Justin still hadn't answered his question from before. "Uh, about noon? I should be leaving around 8 or so."
"That's fine," Justin told him. "I'll be here at the apartment waiting for you, then."
"Okay," Nico answered, still concerned about what Justin wasn't saying. He hesitated briefly before repeating, "Are you sure you're okay, Justin?"
"I have to go, Nico," Justin said suddenly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Justin…."
"I have a client coming, Nico. I'll see you then. Bye." He flipped the phone shut before Nico could say anything else; it was all just too painful. How was he going to make Nico understand? Even he didn't understand.
The I love you that Nico was about to say to his fiancé died on his lips along with some of his optimism as Justin curtly said goodbye; he stared into his now-disconnected phone and wondered what exactly was going on.
As he disconnected the call, Justin cradled his cell phone in his hand and hung his head. He felt like shit for not being straightforward with Nico in the first place; he should have told him as soon as he had realized what a mistake he had made accepting his proposal. At the time, he had felt some sort of jaded moral sense that told him to wait and tell him in person, but in hindsight he realized that had not been the best solution. He had evaded Nico's calls all week and now his friend was suspicious. He had every right to be – what he was about to tell him was going to be one of the hardest things he had ever done.
He glanced over at his alarm clock next to the bed – 2:30. He had just enough time to hop in the shower and change his clothes before his meeting with a couple of clients at 3:00. Daniel McCoy and his fiancée, Leah Montgomery, had secured his services a few weeks ago, and he had just completed the hand-drawn wedding invitations a couple of days ago. It had been the day before his tumultuous meeting with Brian and Chagall, but it seemed like ages ago in light of everything else that had happened. He needed to meet with the younger couple this afternoon to finalize the color theme for the invitations and review their preferences for the wedding cake, ceremony venue, and decorations. He was thankful that his business seemed to have picked up somewhat in the past few weeks, mainly by word of mouth, despite all the drama surrounding Brian and Chagall's now-exposed, fake engagement. He just hoped it would be enough to keep him afloat until he could develop enough of a client base to be if not profitable, at least fairly debt-free. Otherwise, he would have to soon rethink his idea of returning to Pittsburgh to set up shop.
Whatever he ultimately decided, one thing was for sure – he had to protect what business he had. Slowly rising from the bed, then, he walked over to place his cell phone and the controversial piece of jewelry back on top of the dresser and grab a clean set of clothes from the top drawer before heading off for his shower.
One Hour Later – Downstairs Shop
"Justin, these are exquisite!" Leah Montgomery gushed, her face a picture of delight as she peered at the sample invitation that Justin had custom made for her and her fiancé. "Daniel, look at these! Aren't they incredible?"
Justin smiled back at them gratefully, but it was more of a half-smile; he was glad she was pleased with the drawing he had done of the two of them that graced the cover of their wedding invitation, but after what had happened this week, his heart just wasn't in it at the moment.
"These are great," Daniel McCoy agreed as he looked at the original artwork, impressed with how much work their wedding planner had put into their invitations. "You're really a good artist," he observed, noticing how detailed and lifelike the illustration was. Justin had asked the couple if he could take a couple of photos of them to use as a model for his idea, and they had readily agreed, thinking how unique their invitations would be as a result. They had never heard of having a handmade drawing of the engaged couple on the front of the invitation and thought they'd be the envy of all their friends as a result. As the couple looked at their finished prototype, they were sure they'd be right.
"I'm glad you like it," Justin told them politely. "What about the colors? Any changes you want to make?" He knew their main color theme was purple and navy blue, but he wasn't sure the intensity of the colors was very flattering. "Do you like the shade of purple I used?"
Leah studied the border and background colors of the invitation still held in her hand. "It's very pretty," she said, looking over at her fiancé. "What do you think, Honey? Too pretty?"
Daniel smiled a little sheepishly at her. "Well….maybe the purple could be a little different – it is kind of feminine."
Justin nodded, as an artist knowing instinctively what he was trying to say. "Maybe something a little darker then, a little more neutral? Maybe more of a deeper shade like a plum color." He was trying hard to stay focused on what his clients needed, but he was finding it very difficult – he had so much swirling around inside his head right now between Brian and Nico and what was going to happen with his business that he could barely concentrate on what he needed to do. But if he didn't, there was a good chance he wouldn't even have to worry about his business….
Daniel studied the invitation held in his fiancée's hand and finally nodded. "Yeah….I think that would work. Is that all right with you?" he asked her.
She smiled. "That's fine with me, Honey – as long as I get to keep the color combination."
Daniel held up two fingers close together to say, "Scout's Honor, Sweetheart. I know better than to change that," he laughed as he leaned over to give his fiancée a kiss on the cheek. She smiled back radiantly at him in return, her eyes aglow with obvious love for the man. She turned to nod at Justin. "We'll go with that, then," she said.
Justin nodded, again forcing a cool smile on his face. He envied the look of devotion between the couple; how wonderful it must be to feel that way about someone you love. If only things had been different between Brian and him, perhaps one day….no, he wasn't going to think about that; it was a waste of time and it wasn't going to happen.
"I'll go ahead and get them printed up, then," he told them. They had already discussed the catering menu, flower assortment, flavor of wedding cake, and site for the actual ceremony; this was the final, undecided piece of the puzzle to make their festivities come together. "Looks like I have everything I need for now," he added.
He heard the unexpected clanging of the bell over the front door just then, but his back was to the front of the shop and he couldn't tell who his visitor was. "I'll be right with you," he called out to the new party to acknowledge him or her, intent on wrapping up the meeting with his current clients first. He noticed the couple glancing up in curiosity at the person entering the shop before they turned their attention back to him to finish up their appointment.
They nodded back at him and stood up as they realized Justin apparently had finished with them for now.
Justin stood up to shake both their hands. "Anything else you can think of that you need for now?" he asked them. The couple shook their heads to indicate no as Justin nodded. "I'll call you when they come back from the printer, then," he told them.
The couple smiled back in appreciation. "We're so excited, Justin!" the red-headed young woman told him, reaching over impetuously to give him a brief hug. "Our wedding's going to be so wonderful, thanks to you." Leah had heard of him through a friend who had recently gotten married and raved about his talent; she was so thankful now that she and her fiancé had taken her friend's advice and engaged his services because she knew he would make it truly special for them.
Justin smiled a little more warmly now; it was nice at least to have some recognition for doing a thorough job. His plan all along to increase clientele had been to go above and beyond the call of duty to make each client's wedding unique and extraordinary; he was grateful, at least, that she realized how hard he had worked to make that a reality for her. Perhaps eventually, through word of mouth and maybe a little print and online advertising, he might just be able to make a go of his business here after all. His main concern, though, was that Pittsburgh would never be big enough to avoid running into Chagall or worse, the man's now former fiancé who was his heart's unfulfilled desire.
"I'm glad you're pleased," he told them as they turned to go. As he turned around to watch them depart, he finally had an opportunity to observe his newest visitor and his pulse started to race in disbelief; his heart's desire, as he had just called him, was standing there in the flesh near the door, his hazel eyes silently boring into his.
Brian briefly stole his gaze away from the blond to nod briefly in acknowledgement at the couple heading toward the door; he gallantly opened it as they passed by. The couple no doubt thought he was simply being polite; Brian, however, had an ulterior motive. He just wanted them gone so he could move on to more important matters.
As soon as the engaged couple had left, Brian turned his back on Justin just long enough to promptly flip the red-and-white, plastic sign from "open" to "closed." He also took the time to firmly engage the deadbolt to lock it.
Justin was in shock; if he hadn't watched Brian actually move, he would have sworn he was imagining him being here. But he noticed Brian had the same business outfit on that he had been wearing earlier in the day, and if it was an illusion, the vision had animation because he watched him turn around and flip his "open" sign around and lock the door. He was momentarily speechless, not sure whether to be excited, angry, dumbfounded, or confused; he finally decided on all four as he eventually found his voice enough to ask, "What are you doing here?"
Brian bit his lip, not quite sure how to answer that simple question. He and Justin hadn't exactly parted on favorable terms earlier; of course, that was before he knew the truth. "We need to talk," he finally settled on saying as he slowly began to advance toward the sofa close to where Justin was still standing, rooted to his spot.
Justin snorted in indignation; Brian had practically thrown him out of Kinnetik earlier today and now he wanted to talk? What kind of game was he playing? "That's a joke," he found himself saying. "You certainly didn't want to talk earlier." He subconsciously began to back up toward the corner of the room as Brian kept approaching. His words of rebellion were quickly beginning to belie his body's response to the other man, but he also realized he had no control over that. All Brian had to do was utter anything with that rich-sounding, sexy voice of his and slink toward him with that perfectly-sculpted body and Justin's vital signs shot up in return, along with a certain vital part of his anatomy. He cursed his body's physical response to the other man as he held up one hand in warning.
"That's far enough, Brian," he said, his eyes flashing in irritation – he wasn't sure he was directing that feeling toward the other man or to himself. "I asked you a question. What do you want?" His eyes widened a little as he watched the brunet actually smirk and quirk an eyebrow upward. "Answer me." He didn't know where his courage to speak up was coming from, but he was quickly growing impatient with the cocky-looking man. Did he have to be so damn sure of himself?
Brian thankfully stopped a few feet away from him; Justin could almost feel the other man's body heat as the brunet placed his hands on the back of the sofa and stared at him.
"I think you already know the answer to that question, Justin," Brian told him quietly. "I think we both want the same thing."
Justin twisted his face in puzzlement as he shook his head in incredulity. Was this the same man he had tried to talk to before or did Brian have a twin brother running around? "Did you or did you not throw me out of your office earlier?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips as he stared him in the eyes.
"I didn't throw you out," he argued.
Justin rolled his eyes. "Okay, almost throw me out," he clarified. "You didn't want anything to do with me before, Brian," he pointed out, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice. He knew Brian had been hurt earlier, too, but so had he; the man hadn't even given him a chance to explain.
"Justin….."
"No, Brian, I don't want to hear it!" he growled, surprising even himself; he hadn't realized how deeply he had been hurt until just now. "I tried to explain to you why I had the ring and you wouldn't give me the time of day! You should have had more faith in me. I had faith in you when you needed me to." He rubbed a pale hand restlessly through his hair. "Maybe you'd better just go," he said in resignation, totally disregarding his heart that was screaming at him in disbelief; he stared into Brian's intense hazel eyes for a few seconds longer before he forced himself to start walking away. The walk from his sofa to the steps leading to his upstairs apartment was going to the longest one of his life, and also the loneliest…..
He and his convictions didn't get very far, however; just like before, he took about six steps in an attempt to bypass the other man before Brian rushed over and grabbed his arms to slam his body against his. His eyes flew open at the instant feeling of desire rushing through him as he felt the brunet's hot breath on his face and his muscular arms tightly being wrapped around his waist in a vise of ownership. "Brian….." he struggled to say, his pulse racing furiously as Brian stared at him. "I…..I gave you a chance to talk before," he sputtered out, his resolve quickly fading as Brian leaned in closer to his face; he watched, wide-eyed, as the man's gaze lowered to hone in on his lips as he spoke.
"You're right," Brian whispered huskily. "I think talking's overrated, anyway," he growled, before possessively smashing his lips down onto Justin's. He really had intended on talking to Justin first, to explain that he knew now why he had done what he had felt compelled to do, but once he had the other man in his arms, he found all thoughts of speech quickly disappeared to be replaced by something much more primal and much more urgent. He had to taste those lips again…..and again…..and again. He wasn't going anywhere and if he had anything to do with it, neither was Justin.
Justin moaned at the first contact of those full, soft lips and the feel of Brian's insistent tongue slithering into his mouth like a sensual, smooth snake; no one had ever made him feel like this man made him feel – no other man could make his body come alive the way that Brian did. His head was urgently trying to tell him not to give in, not to allow Brian to just come charging in and take control, but he was quickly losing track of logic. He took a quick breath in between the other man's urgent, passionate kisses just before Brian roughly grabbed the back of his neck and reeled him back in like some expert fisherman. The man's mouth twisted and latched onto his mouth in tight suction, making any coherent response impossible. Not that he could form any sort of intelligible words at the moment, anyway – he was too wrapped up in the feeling this man was giving him. It was a combination of euphoria, exhilaration, and intense, physical craving; as Brian pushed against his body, he could feel the brunet's body responding in kind and it gave him an unexpected heady feeling of power and control.
He still had to know what had happened between this morning and now, though; the Brian now and the Brian of before felt like two different people. He finally had a chance to ask when the man grudgingly had to pull back enough to put some air back into his own lungs. "Brian," he panted out as the brunet began to pull him back in for another kiss; he placed his hands against the other man's rapidly-beating chest to try and put some distance between them, even though he had a feeling there wasn't enough distance in the world to prevent the churning desire from coursing through him at the moment. "What…What happened?" He gazed into the darkened, lust-filled eyes and his entire body tingled at the look. "Tell me," he whispered as firmly as he could.
Brian peered into the confused blue eyes; they were wide and tinged with hints of silver – so captivating, just like the man they belonged to. He knew he owed Justin an explanation, but it would have to be a fast one. The more he held and kissed this man, the deeper he became infected with a sickness he realized could only be remedied by one result. "I had a visitor earlier," he began to explain as he leaned over to nuzzle Justin's pale neck; the blond couldn't help leaning away from him to expose more of his creamy flesh as he moaned at the soft lips tickling his skin.
Brian's breath was hot against the blond's collar bone as he took a quick nip before continuing. "Your little friend Daphne explained why you accepted the ring," he continued as his lips slowly meandered upward toward Justin's left ear to take another quick bite, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his "victim."
"Brian," Justin prayed out his name as the brunet smiled in triumph; his lips traveled over the soft, peach-fuzz cheek over to the pert nose as he lightly kissed its tip before adding, "She was very adamant that I listen to her," he whispered as his lips traveled over to the other cheek and he nuzzled his face against Justin's; he heard a soft sigh this time in return before he at last pulled back to gaze into Justin's eyes. "She told me what I needed to know – so I could come over here and take action." He reached up to place both of his hands on either side of Justin's face as he whispered in a sexy, velvety-smooth voice, "But I always think actions speak louder than words, don't you?"
Justin's heart was pounding – Brian's husky words, his smell, his touch, his face, his kiss….it was almost too much for one man to handle, but it was heaven, too. He had just enough time to silently nod before Brian swooped in for another passionate kiss. Justin's hands wound around his neck as the kiss deepened; Brian possessively cradled his head to angle it as he snarled under his breath and ravaged his swollen lips once more.
They kissed for several more seconds before Brian released him slightly. "No more business for today," he demanded of the other man. "It's time to play now."
Justin's body temperature rose significantly at the tone in the other man's voice – so demanding, so urgent, so Brian. He felt a momentary pang of disappointment and emptiness as Brian abruptly let him go, but his heart sang as the brunet took hold of his hand and began to pull him toward the steps. Brian wrapped his arm around his waist to hurry him along as he leaned in to growl, "I'm going to fuck you over and over again until you're begging me for mercy. Is that what you want, Justin? You want me to fuck you until you can't take any more?"
Justin groaned; he could feel overt evidence of the brunet's intention brushing up against his side and it simply served to make him even harder with desire for him. "Yes," he hissed out almost in embarrassment, unable to deny his strong feelings for the other man any longer. As Brian smiled down at him and began to pull him urgently up the steps toward his apartment, he stopped suddenly, realizing one unfortunate fact.
"Brian," he pleaded. "Wait."
Brian turned to gaze down at him in puzzlement; he knew Justin wanted this as badly as he did. "What?" he asked with barely-restrained impatience.
"Nico."
Brian's eyes narrowed at the sound of the other man's name. "What about him?" he asked with a hard edge to his voice; he realized now why Justin had agreed to marry him, but just the thought of that other man touching Justin or pawing him inflamed him with a sudden tinge of jealousy, even though he knew where Justin's heart lay now.
"He's coming here tomorrow, he told Brian regretfully. "I…..I have to explain to him. I have to return the ring to him," he elaborated, watching Brian's face relax somewhat in return as he understood what he was trying to say. His heart skipped a beat as he watched the other man's reaction; he once more realized how much Brian actually did care for him – it was written all over the proud, magnificent man's face.
Brian pulled Justin up to the same step as he nodded. "What time is he supposed to be here?" He asked softly, caressing the top of Justin's hand with his thumb; the simple motion set off tingling needles of desire throughout Justin's body as he shivered slightly in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen.
"About…..about noon," he breathed out as Brian smiled in relief.
The brunet pulled him firmly against his body to whisper in his ear, "Well, that should give us just enough time to celebrate my new account, then," he told him.
Justin eyes' lit up at the surprise announcement. "Your new account?"
Brian twisted one side of his lips into a proud smile. "Yeah….the Swanson Electronics account," he said as he reached down to plant a brief kiss on Justin's lips, "the $4-million-dollar Swanson Electronics account," he continued, this time bestowing a more lingering kiss on Justin's lips as the blond's eyes sparkled in happiness for him. "The I'm finally out from under that fucker Chagall's control Swanson Electronics account," he added, leaning down to lick across Justin's lips for entry before the blond opened his mouth and Brian kissed him deeply for several seconds as Justin held onto his shoulders for support; at the rate Brian was going, he would be falling to the floor in a lust-filled mess any second now before they even got to the second floor.
"And I owe it all to you," he huskily whispered, curling his lips under in that sexy, understated way of his. "And I always believe in repaying someone for their kindness," he added sensually, leaving no question as to just how he was going to do that.
Justin's face flushed at the darkened gaze boring into him; he felt his knees threatening to give out before Brian wrapped his arm around his waist to keep him propped up and they finally succeeded somehow in reaching the upstairs landing. Brian aggressively started dragging him toward the bedroom.
"Time for me to return the favor, Fairy Godfather," he breathed out, the smell of mint and cigarettes washing over Justin as his body hummed in anticipation. As soon as they walked down the narrow, short hallway to reach the bedroom, Brian abruptly turned him around and pulled his long-sleeved tee shirt over his head; no sooner had Justin been divested of his shirt than Brian reached for the belt on his pants to deftly unlatch it and pull it from his jeans. He swooped in to kiss the dark-pink, now fully-swollen, tingling lips as his fingers worked on the fly on Justin's Levis.
Brian could hardly wait to feel the prize waiting for him underneath Justin's clothes; as soon as the blond's jeans were opened, he firmly wrapped his right hand over the throbbing, hot shaft hidden underneath the other man's white briefs and gave it a possessive squeeze. Mine…all mine.
Justin closed his eyes at the almost overwhelming sensations running through him as Brian began to pump his hand up and down on his cock; he briefly thought of what a mistake he would have been making if he had gone ahead and married his best friend. Being with Nico was comfortable, companionable, and warm; being with Brian, though, was one long, scorching, blazing and never-ending thrill ride. "Ahh," he moaned in exquisite torment as Brian finally, reluctantly removed his probing hand just long enough to take hold of Justin's waistband and expertly slide both his jeans and briefs down his pale legs. He heard Brian's sharp intake of breath before the brunet said in a whispered demand, "Take it off – ALL of it – now." The voice, so deep and rumbling in its lust, made Justin shiver as he shakily complied, quickly pulling off his shoes and socks before somehow managing to slide his pants and briefs down the rest of the way to step out of them. He stood there almost shyly in front of the other man, his face warming at the approving, desire-filled eyes as they raked slowly down his body.
"Turn around," Brian commanded. "I want to drink in that perfect ass."
Justin bit his lip and let out a ragged breath as he slowly raised his eyes to meet the almost black-as-coal ones; he did as Brian requested and heard him let out a jagged breath behind him as he turned around.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Brian whispered, his voice heavy with anticipation and desire. "I can't wait to eat that luscious ass," he growled as Justin unexpectedly felt Brian's hard, chiseled body pressed up against his back. He gasped at the feeling, knowing if it felt this wonderful with Brian clothed, it would be almost unbearable once he again felt their bodies together, skin-to-skin. He didn't know where he got the courage, but he turned around in Brian's arms to softly say, "I need to see you, too."
Brian smiled in satisfaction, his cock twitching for attention – attention that only one man could satisfy now. "My pleasure," he whispered, twisting the side of his lips up. He stepped back just enough to allow Justin enough space to fully view his body as he deftly unbuttoned his black shirt with the rolled-up sleeves and slowly peeled it away from his chest to shrug out of it; he noticed Justin's eyes following his every move as his hand traveled down to his belt before Justin unexpectedly stepped toward him and placed his smaller hands over his. "Let me," he said shyly as his long eyelashes swept up to meet Brian's stare. Silently the brunet removed his hand to willingly comply as he watched Justin fumble slightly with his belt before he finally succeeded in pulling it loose from his pants and it dropped to the hardwood floor with a clank.
Justin's breaths were coming out in short pants of delicious expectation as he reached over to unbutton the single button of Brian's dress pants; his hand reached over shakily to grasp the metal zipper as he began to pull it down slowly. He never thought he would ever be standing here with Brian again, relishing in the touch of the man's caresses, the intense stare of the greenish-gold eyes, or the feel of the man's taut, firm body underneath his own questing hands. But as he slid Brian's dark-gray linen pants and his black briefs down the long-legged limbs and saw the purplish, rock-hard cock springing up for attention - his attention - he knew he wasn't dreaming; this was real - delightfully real. And this man wanted him just as badly, too; he could feel it in his touch and his kiss, and he could see it in his eyes.
The power rushed through him as he reached out, a whispery touch at first, to wrap his petite but long-fingered hand around the firm, surprisingly silky, sweaty flesh; he watched as Brian closed his eyes in response and groaned at the light contact. Emboldened by his reaction, Justin grasped his prize more firmly, flicking his thumb across the slit that was now wet with evidence of the brunet's desire for him. He used the fluid to lubricate the rest of Brian's cock as he began to slide his hand up and down, feeling almost drunk with the knowledge of what effect he was having on this powerful, sexy man.
"Justin," Brian gasped out as he reached urgently to still the increasingly-possessive hand; between Justin sliding his hand expertly up and down his shaft, and pausing periodically to tease the tip, he was driving Brian mad with hunger for him. If he didn't stop him quickly enough, he would soon succumb to the sensations washing over him; he would come before he even started with this man, and he wanted this to last all night long. He wasn't letting this man up from that mattress behind him until well after sunrise tomorrow, and that was only because he knew for them to move forward with their lives, Justin needed to take care of some unfinished business with Nico.
Justin looked up at him questioningly, but one look at the darkened orbs crazed with desire for him and he blushed, knowing instantly what Brian was seeking. He nodded slightly as Brian grasped his wrist and pulled him over to the bed. He turned them around so Justin's back was against the end of the mattress and leaned in to plant one more kiss on the soft, warm lips. Before they could make their way onto the bed, he couldn't help reaching behind the younger man to squeeze the two, rounded mounds of delicious flesh. As his right hand continued to knead the soft, smooth skin, the fingers of his other hand trailed a light path down to the crack in between and briefly probed at the wrinkled nub he found there as Justin squirmed instantly at the feelings he was generating. "Ahh!" he gasped at the possessive intrusion as Brian smiled in part delight, part self-satisfaction at the response. "Brian," the blond breathed out as he felt himself turning into a blithering synapses of desire. "I want you," he confessed throatily. "Take me, Brian. God, take me now. I have to feel you inside me!"
Brian smiled. "All you had to do was ask nicely," he growled as he quickly removed both hands and pushed Justin down onto the bed. As the blond lay back and looked up at him with his elbows supporting his body, Brian crawled onto the bed and loomed over him like some ancient Greek god, all bronze and chiseled. The light sheen on his skin made him almost glow as he slowly leaned down to kiss Justin's mouth deeply before his lips began a slow, sensual trek from his lips down his chest and over to each pebbled, twin mound to lave and nip them possessively as Justin's lithe body arched off the mattress in an attempt to almost crawl inside the other man. "Fuck!" he cried out as Brian's tongue then began to swirl around his belly button; he had never realized until that moment how sensitive the skin was around his navel, but then again, he had a strong suspicion that with this man, any body part of his would be highly super-charged.
He felt Brian lips vibrating against his belly as the man chuckled. "Patience, patience," he chided softly. "I'm getting to that," he promised.
"Not…..not fast enough!" Justin managed to say; his breath was being knocked out of him the lower Brian's lips traveled, because he knew what was coming soon and his body was thrumming at the thought. "Fuck me, damn it!" he huffed out in frustration; his hands twisting in Brian's hair out of part support, part aggravation. The waiting was torturous and evil…..and the anticipation, God, the anticipation was killing him. "Brian," he began to plead now….
The other man finally raised his eyes to meet the wide-eyed, lust-filled blue ones. "Tell me what you want, Justin," he demanded as the darkened hazel orbs bored into his. You want it hard and fast? You want me to blow you first? You want me to make you crazy for me and leave you begging for more?"
Justin twisted Brian's hair even more in aggravation. "What do you think I'm doing now, you asshole! I need you inside me - I don't fucking care how!" he practically howled. "Do it now!"
Brian grinned as he finally pulled his body back up; as he did so, however, Justin felt his steel-hard cock sliding up along with him and he felt like his body was on fire for this man. Just when he thought he couldn't be more turned on than he was, Brian proved him wrong as he finally lay fully on top of him, nose to nose. "Ready?" Brian asked, stealing one more light kiss. "Face to face?"
"Yes," Justin whispered out. "I want to see you when you take me," he added a little shyly.
Brian smiled at him as his heart warmed at the tender look. "Condom?" he asked hopefully, not wanting to waste one more precious minute before he took possession of this wondrous, tantalizing sight lying beneath him; he could feel Justin's heart beat furiously in sync with his own.
Justin reached his hand beneath his head to pull out one of the priceless packets from under his pillow along with a small bottle of lube; he almost looked embarrassed at Brian as the man smirked back at him. "I….put them there….after the last time," he explained breathlessly as Brian grinned back at him.
"Smart boy," he purred. "Hope you have a lot more of those under there," he warned huskily as Justin shivered at the intense look. "We're going to need them." He ripped at the condom packet with his teeth and handed it to Justin; at the simple touch of their hands meeting, his whole body sung with the sensation and he marveled at it.
With somewhat shaking hands, Justin managed to slide the latex over Brian's abundant cock just before he felt the initial coldness of the lubricant being smoothed around and in his hole.
As he lowered his body slightly to position his cock, Brian firmly but tenderly took hold of Justin's legs and placed them over his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss the warm flesh of the blond's lips passionately. "You take my breath away," he found himself blurting out; it was so unlike him to admit something like that aloud to anyone, but there could be no more denying that fact to Justin or to himself. The bright smile of delighted surprise he received in return was more than enough compensation for any initial awkwardness over voicing that feeling aloud.
Justin had just enough time to take one breath of anticipation before Brian wasted no time pushing in slightly to begin filling him; the feelings burst forth from him like a supernova as Brian pulled out and then back in a little more forcefully.
Brian knew he probably should have prepared Justin a little more with his fingers before penetrating him, but he just couldn't wait; he had to have him - all of him. He hoped Justin would understand as he pulled out once more and this time gave into his strong desire for possession as he rammed back in full force this time.
Justin cried out initially in part pain but mainly mind-blowing pleasure as his hips soon arched up to meet Brian thrust for thrust as the brunet expertly hit the sweet spot that made his body become instantly electrified. "Brian!" he cried out in ecstasy as he almost blindly reached out to grab hold of the brunet's arms to try and brace himself; Brian's speed picked up as his body began to pump in and out, harder and harder, quicker and quicker. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved in perfect harmony as Brian stared into the dark pools of blue filled with desire and lust for him. He couldn't help leaning down to kiss Justin's mouth once more as their hearts began to ride the same emotional crest as their bodies did until, at last, he felt the muscles clenching around his cock and with one last shout of his name, Justin came with an explosive climax, followed quickly by the brunet as he, too, cried out in overwhelming, undeniable passion and his seed almost overflowed into the condom in response.
He collapsed, spent, on top of Justin for several seconds, both chests heaving and wet with exertion as he lay there, feeling the pounding of the blond's heartbeat as Justin's hands reached out to lightly stroke the small of his back and sweep teasingly over his buttocks in a promise of more to come that night.
After several seconds, he regretfully pulled out. Tying off the condom and dropping it onto the nearby floor, he rolled over onto his back and turned his head to gaze into his lover's perspiration-soaked face. Despite the heavy sheen of exertion on the blond's face, and the hair plastered to Justin's forehead, Brian thought he was the most desirable and enchanting vision he had ever seen. The blue eyes looked back at him adoringly as Brian smiled and reached over to gently push the hair away from the pale face. "That…..was incredible," he whispered fervently. "Amazing." He curled his lips upward. "I'll give you thirty minutes before we start Round No. 2."
Justin blushed at the compliment and the intense look he was receiving. He couldn't think of anything more exciting than spending the rest of the night, lying in his bed with this gorgeous specimen of a man staring back at him and making love to him all night long. "Good thing I'm young, then," he whispered back teasingly as he turned over on his side to reach out and stroke Brian's glistening chest. The muscles rippled beneath his light touch as he grinned playfully, all the drama of the morning all forgotten now as Brian reached over to wrap his arms around him and press their bodies together.
He couldn't believe the emotions that swelled within him as Brian's hands softly roamed over his back; he silently thanked Daphne for being such a persistent, loyal friend as he briefly closed his eyes to heighten the wondrous sensations flowing through his body, snuggling his head into Brian's chest.
"Don't go to sleep on me, Mr. Taylor," he heard the gentle chiding as Brian pulled the hair on the top of his head to get his attention. Justin opened his eyes slowly to gaze into Brian's as the brunet smiled back at him. "I'm not done with you just yet, you know."
As Justin smiled back at him, Brian couldn't help thinking, No, I don't think I'll be done with you for a long, long time….