Next Morning – Justin's Apartment
Justin slowly came to as he felt the warm rays of the sun streaming in through the tall, narrow windows of his bedroom. He thought the warm, fleshy "mattress" his body was currently draped over, however, was providing much more pleasurable heat than the sun's radiating beams; his eyes slowly fluttered open as he caught sight of the magnificent image beneath him and he smiled.
His hands, braced against the bronzed, taut flesh of his "pillow," felt the steady, rhythmic breathing of his bedmate's heartbeat as he flushed over the recollection of what had happened last night. He and Brian had finally cleared up all their barriers, both figuratively as well as literally. They had barely made it up to his bedroom before they had fallen tangled in a heap together on his bed and had proceeded to fuck and make love to each other for most of the night; he still had an extremely sore ass and chapped lips to prove it. Brian had apparently been intent on making up for lost time by the pounding he had received. What a delicious form of penance, Justin thought to himself, as he blushed at the image.
Justin figured by the way the full moon had hung so low in the sky earlier that it had to have been well after 3 a.m. before their sated bodies had finally succumbed to sleep; it wasn't long after he had cradled his body up against Brian's supine form and placed his head on the smooth, warm chest that he had quickly began to fall into a deep, satisfied sleep; the last thing he recalled was the brunet wrapping his left arm around his waist in response as he, too, surrendered to his lethargy and had drifted off as well. He noted with pleasure that the arm was still there where Brian had left it, lightly resting against the small of his back.
As he slowly raised his head to rest his chin on Brian's chest and peer up into the chiseled, slightly-stubbled face, his heart skipped a beat. This man was so gorgeous, just like some classically-carved, living and breathing statue. And the best part of it was that he had wanted him. Just the thought made his pulse race as he luxuriated in staring unabashedly at the glorious form sleeping in his bed. Mine….went through his head and straight into his heart as he relished the sight, smell, and feel of this stubborn, proud and complex man sleeping beside him; their journey to get to this point hadn't been easy, but it had certainly been oh so worth it.
Brian's mouth was parted slightly as he snored softly, oblivious to his bed partner's scrutiny of him. Justin fought the impulse to slowly lean up and kiss his cranberry-colored lips, but he wasn't sure just how long he could wait to taste them again. He somewhat reluctantly tore his gaze away from Brian's face to lay his head back down on his chest; as he slightly snuggled into the brunet, he felt Brian subconsciously tighten his grip on his waist in response and he felt his own body heat rising in return. He sighed; he would love nothing else but to stay here forever in this bed as long as Brian would, too, however impractical that might be. But he also knew they couldn't do that; Nico was due to arrive at noon and it was already…..he glanced sideways over at the alarm clock sitting on the night table to verify the time, and noticed it was already 10:30; his friend was due here in ninety minutes, and the last thing he could afford to do was have Nico discover Brian lying here in bed with him. This was going to be hard enough without having the evidence of why he had to break off their "engagement" staring back at his best friend from his bed.
He let out one more reluctant breath before he started to twist away from Brian's body to rise, only to feel his lover's arm tighten like a vise around his waist to prevent him from escaping. He flushed as he felt his cock hardening at the possessive gesture and the knowledge that someone else was now awake. Even if Brian hadn't pulled his body against him while he still had his eyes closed, he would have realized he was awake now anyway; they were sporting identical morning hard-ons as evidence.
"Just where do you think you're going?" was the husky, velvet rumble whispered from above, even though the hazel eyes were still closed.
Justin grinned as he felt his temperature rising dramatically. He knew that tone of voice and he knew what it normally meant by now, too. Someone was horny and was about to issue a directive on how to resolve that not-so-little problem. Well, he supposed he could use a little home remedy, too….After all, they did still have ninety minutes, and Nico was always known to arrive just barely on schedule.
His left hand traced an invisible map on Brian's chest down his breastbone as the skin beneath his fingers quivered at his touch. "Oh….I thought I'd go find something hot for breakfast," he replied solemnly, even though the slowly-spreading smile on his face belied the seriousness of his tone.
He didn't have long to wait for the expected response, as Brian's eyes fluttered open to gaze down into his twinkling blue eyes. He gasped as Brian reached down with his free hand and firmly wrapped his skillful, long-fingered hand around the blond's pulsating, hard cock; his other hand moved from Justin's waist down to curve around one of his butt cheeks. He gave it a squeeze as the blond squirmed in anticipation. "I think I've already found something hot for breakfast," Brian growled possessively.
Justin couldn't help the soft giggle that erupted over the brunet's cheesy statement; he watched as Brian smiled down at him in return and his heart swelled at the heated gaze he was receiving.
Brian stared down at the golden dream smiling up at him and his ardor blazed anew once again. "Come up here," he demanded softly. "Now."
Not one to be rebellious – at least where this activity was concerned - Justin languidly slid up the soft but taut body slowly, enjoying his "ride" immensely as he heard Brian groan at the exquisite friction it produced. As soon as they were face to face, the brunet gripped him by the arms as he almost violently smashed their lips together for his first taste of morning heaven. Justin anchored both of his hands on either side of Brian's head as their mouths latched tightly onto each other and their lips began to move sensuously together; they allowed just enough room for their tongues to slide into each other's mouths to deepen the kiss as their hands began to roam over each other's bodies.
Several seconds and two identical pairs of swollen lips later, the two men broke off their passionate greeting. "Still needing to go find something hot for breakfast?" Brian asked, smirking as he quirked one manicured eyebrow at the flushed look on Justin's face. As he gazed into Justin's deep blue eyes, he was amazed by the depth of his feelings he felt for this other man; until he had met him, he would have never thought he could feel as strongly for someone as he did for this particular intriguing and vibrant blond gazing into his eyes, but he did. What was even more amazing was that it didn't frighten him like he thought it would; instead, it made his body come alive with energy and joy. He devoted just a few seconds once more to realizing what a horrible mistake he would have made if he had married Chagall and let this man slip through his fingers; this incredible feeling he was experiencing right now as he held Justin in his arms was worth so much more than any amount of money that pompous asshole would have ever promised to give him.
Justin smiled back at him as he played with some of Brian's hair at the back of his neck. "No, I think I found what I needed right here," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with hints of silvery turquoise in them. "But I'm really, really hungry this morning. Think you can help me with that?" he asked almost a little shyly. His sexual appetite was a perfect complement to Brian's, but the other man's passion toward him astounded him in its intensity. He still couldn't quite believe that this almost larger-than-life man that could have any lover he wanted had chosen him over everyone else, but he was so grateful for that fact.
"I'm sure I can handle it," Brian whispered huskily as he gazed into Justin's eyes and smiled back at him tenderly. He could readily see blatant desire, lust, and even happiness staring back at him there, but also something less definable, almost something troublesome. "What's going on behind those baby blues?" Brian murmured to his lover.
It was almost as if Brian could read Justin's thoughts of self-doubt as the blond blushed in response. Was he that transparent? Perhaps only with this man he was. "Nothing," he whispered back and shook his head in reassurance, but as Brian continued to stare at him expectantly, he sighed. "I was just wondering why you picked me," he finally explained.
Brian frowned. "Picked you for what, Justin?" he pressed softly as he reached his hand down to gently lift Justin's head by the chin to force him to meet his gaze; he could tell his lover was trying to dismiss his question too lightly. Thoughts of resuming their passionate trek from last night were momentarily forgotten as he waited for an answer.
Justin flushed uncomfortably. "Well….you know," he replied after a slight pause. "Look at you. You could have anyone you want. Why me?" he asked softly.
Brian's brows narrowed; his normal flippant response died on his lips as he realized Justin was being sincere. Was he serious? "Why not you?"
"It doesn't matter," Justin quickly responded, trying hard to just drop the subject; what was important was that for whatever reason, Brian had chosen him. He might never understand it, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold Brian's interest, but he would certainly enjoy the fringe benefits as long as they lasted; as long as Brian wanted him, he wasn't planning on going anywhere, no matter where it might lead or how long the journey might last. "It's nothing," he whispered, shaking his head slightly and plastering on a reassuring smile as he stared in the wide-eyed, almost chocolate-colored eyes of his lover.
"Bullshit," Brian countered firmly, his eyes taking a leisurely journey all over the beautiful face as he worked on memorizing every little detail. He lightly stroked Justin's cheek and marveled at the long, lush, golden eyelashes that closed almost shyly in response to his touch. "Didn't I already tell you last night how fucking beautiful you were?" he reminded him softly. He quickly raised his estimation of Justin's beauty as he drank in the smooth, lightly fuzzed pale skin, the perfectly-rounded nose, the unfurrowed brow, the dusky-pink full lips, and the soft touch of the golden hair under his fingers…..God, this man was a slender, petite, intoxicating package from head to toe.
Justin couldn't help his body's response to Brian's almost tender tone of voice, even though he was still a little doubtful about its sincerity – he knew in the throes of passion anyone, however well-intentioned they may be, could blurt out anything impetuously, and he had been told often enough that he had a hot-looking ass. That didn't mean, though, that Brian's feelings ran much deeper than temporary fascination with him. Now that Brian had him, body and soul, would he quickly grow tired of him and move onto someone else? How could he keep someone like this interested in him and compete with all the other men who would continue to find him attractive? That thought filled him with sorrow, but he was resolved to make this last as long as Brian wanted it to; he was enjoying all the incredible sensations that accompanied it way too much to give it up any sooner than he had to.
"You mean just before you fucked the living daylights out of me?" he reminded him with a smile. "Yes, I remember," he said softly, as he slowly raised his eyes to meet the other man's; he reached out a long middle finger to lightly caress Brian's full lower lip almost reverently as he added, "I know how intense feelings can be at times like that." At least he certainly knew first-hand; the deep feelings he had harbored for Brian from the first day they had met had only increased exponentially as they had made love last night. Because that's what it had been for him and would always be – love. As much as it scared him, he knew that now – he was in love with this man, for better or for worse.
Brian drew his head back in surprise and stared into Justin's eyes. Was that what he thought it had been? Some sort of convenience device just to get Justin into bed with him? His eyes flashed in both incredulity as well as irritation. "You think I just said that to fuck you? Is that what you think?"
"Brian….."
"No, let me tell you something, Justin Taylor. I don't need to spout some sweet-talking, lesbian mumbo-jumbo to any man to get him into bed with me."
Justin eyes widened at the strong tone of Brian's voice. "I know that…..I didn't mean you..…," he sputtered out, afraid now that he had angered the brunet. Stupid, Justin….real smooth move….
"I'm not done," he was told sternly as he immediately grew silent, afraid he had managed to upset his lover. He licked his lips nervously, noticing Brian's eyes picking up on the movement instantly.
"I don't need to say that to anyone," he whispered huskily as he continued to caress Justin's cheek slowly. His voice lowered to a smooth touch of velvet as he added, "And I never say anything I don't mean."
Justin's face reddened at the intense look he was receiving and Brian's tone of voice as he continued. "Actually, I need to correct what I said last night."
Justin kept his expression neutral as he tried not to react to that statement with dismay; he knew now that Brian had simply gotten carried away last night in the midst of passion, just like he had suspected.
"What I should have said last night was that you are fucking beautiful both inside and outside and….. you make me feel things I've never felt before. It scares the shit out of me," he admitted with a slight smile as Justin beamed back at him in disbelief. "But I think I can learn to live with it. Might take me a long time, though to get completely used to it."
Justin's heart leapt at that statement; that almost sounded like a long-term commitment. Was it possible…? "A long time?" he whispered, unable to keep the hopefulness out of his voice as Brian kept smiling back at him.
The brunet curled his lips under. "Yeah….a real long time. Think you can handle that, Taylor?"
Justin's smile broadened and threatened to blind Brian as he said, "Yes…..I do."
Brian reached down to pluck a short but passionate kiss from the soft, warm lips of his lover before pulling back to say, "Speaking of which – can we get back to our previous conversation?" He reached down between their bodies to grasp Justin's hot, throbbing cock as Justin rumbled softly in his throat at the contact. "I believe you said something about being hungry. Still need something to satisfy your appetite?" He began to slowly slide his hand up and down the hard shaft as Justin writhed under the treatment.
Justin glared at him as Brian chuckled at his response. "Yes," he managed to hiss out. "Now put that mouth to use somewhere else."
Brian laughed. "No problem," he replied, as he swiftly swooped down to do just that.
One Hour Later
Brian walked up behind Justin's towel-clad body and wrapped his arms around him from behind; some stray droplets of water splashed onto his dress shirt from his lover's slender chest as he nuzzled Justin's cheek. "I wish I could stay," he whispered in Justin's ear. "But something tells me your friend wouldn't like that."
Justin turned in his arms to place his hands on Brian's shoulders. "No, I don't think that would go over real well," he agreed wryly. He sighed. "I'm not looking forward to this, Brian. I care about Nico and I don't want to lose his friendship." He silently realized that there was probably no way he wasn't at least going to hurt his friend because of what he had to tell him, though. He gazed into the hazel eyes. "You're sure you can live with me and Nico being friends – that is if he's even willing to talk to me after I tell him about us?"
Brian studied the worried, blue eyes; he had no doubts now about Justin's feelings for him, but that still didn't prevent the green-eyed monster from rearing its insecure head slightly at the mention of the other man's name. He knew Justin only wanted to remain friends with him, but the man had proposed for fuck's sake. Obviously, the man's feelings ran a lot deeper for Justin than Justin's did. Could he live with that knowledge if they somehow remained friends? He supposed if it meant that much to Justin he could, but that still didn't mean he wouldn't constantly be on guard when the two were together.
"I can handle it if it means that much to you, Justin," he answered him honestly, placing a kiss on the blond's nose as he nudged their foreheads together; he pulled back to gaze once more into his eyes. "I don't exactly like it, but I trust you. I'm just not sure I trust him," he admitted, a little surprised with himself that he was actually able to be so open about his feelings; he realized that was just one more way this man was different from any other man he had ever met before.
Justin smiled at him before leaning up to give him a short kiss on the lips. He would have been tempted to reply that Brian's willingness to go along with his wishes was one of the things he loved about him, but their relationship was just taking off the ground and he didn't want to scare him off with the "L" word just yet; something told him it would take a while before Brian would ever be able to be that open with him about his own feelings. Perhaps it might never happen, but as long as Brian looked at him the way he was right now and showed him how he felt by the way he worshipped his body, it didn't really matter. He could tell his feelings ran deep for him, and for now that was more than enough.
He glanced back over at the clock near the bed, noticing with alarm that it was 11:40. "You'd better get going," he said. "Nico will be here soon." With his luck, his friend would pick today to arrive early; that would be disastrous in light of what he needed to do.
"Okay," Brian told him, caressing the blond's upper arms with his hands as he held him. "You want me to stop by later this afternoon?" he asked softly. Now that he and Justin were finally together, he found he couldn't stay away from him for long – the man was like some incurable sickness that he never wanted to find a remedy for.
Justin's heart warmed at Brian's tender tone of concern. He would have loved to have spent the entire weekend with Brian, but he had to rectify his situation with Nico first – whatever the outcome would be. "I'd like that," he assured him with a smile. "But let me call you. I'm not sure how long Nico will be here, or what his reaction will be."
Brian nodded in understanding as he leaned down to steal another brief kiss. "It'll all work out, Justin," he whispered. "You'll see." He gave the blond's shoulder a squeeze before reluctantly letting him go; he knew Justin still had to finish getting dressed. "Call me, then, and let me know what happens."
Justin let out a nervous breath; now that Nico's arrival was drawing near, he was getting even more jittery. "I will," he told Brian as with one more nod and a glance back, the brunet at last slowly turned and headed out the bedroom door; a few seconds later, Justin heard the front door of the shop closing, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Brian stood just outside the shop's door, reliving the events of the past twenty-four hours. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions ever since Justin had first shown up at his office, trying to explain what was going on. It had taken a spunky, courageous wisp of a girl to knock some sense into him, but once she had, no one could have stopped him from coming over here and straightening things out with Justin afterward.
He owed Ms. Chanders big time for bringing them back together, because the feeling he had right now was exhilarating. The doors that he had thought were firmly closed to his heart had been swung open wide now after last night, and he never wanted this unaccustomed but incredibly heady feeling to end. He paused to light a cigarette and smiled to himself as he began to walk toward his 'Vette, pushing the key fob to unlock it as he opened the door and swung his legs in to enter. A few minutes later he was headed back to his loft to hop in the shower and try and accomplish some work-related tasks until Justin called him to tell him the coast was clear and he could return. He hoped for Justin's sake that his meeting with Nico went well, but either way he knew before the day was over he would be back over here in his lover's embrace again.
From his small compact sedan parked across from Justin's shop, Nico observed the handsome man standing outside his friend's business and knew he recognized him from somewhere. It was odd to see him emerging from Justin's shop by himself. He wouldn't have been too surprised if it had been a bride; he knew frequently grooms really didn't want to get too intricately involved with all the frou-frou trappings of the wedding details so the bride was often left to take care of such matters. But to see such a handsome, elegant man coming out of the shop alone was a little strange – he seemed so out of place standing there. And where exactly had he seen this man before? he kept asking himself as he stared at the chiseled, classic features of the tall, strikingly-handsome brunet. He knew he had seen him somewhere before when he had been down to visit Justin, but he couldn't quite place where it had been.
As the man finally began to walk away, however, it hit him; he had seen the man at a Mexican restaurant Justin had taken him to about a week ago. He recalled that he was a client; a very well-to-do client, from what Justin had told him at the time. He watched now as the man sauntered over to a vintage Corvette with a Cheshire-like smile on his face and lowered his long legs to get in. He frowned as he began to recall the heated looks the man had been giving his fiancé at the table that day and how he had developed an instant dislike for his arrogance and cockiness. The man was hot and he knew it; he was also supposed to be engaged to some other man, but he had spent the entire time at their table staring at Justin. What would he be doing here by himself without his fiancé? Nico wondered.
Well, he was about to go find out, he decided, as he barely waited for the brunet to leave in his car before he swung his own vehicle's door open and emerged to walk over to the shop's door, which had a Closed sign prominently displayed on the front. Closed..…that knowledge made his heart race with uncertainty and doubt. Why would the man be here when the shop was closed?
Perhaps Justin had merely forgotten to switch the sign around when he had opened earlier. He cupped his hands over the door to peer inside, but there didn't appear to even be a light on. Finally he turned the knob to check it and found it securely locked. Chiding himself for jumping to conclusions, he inhaled a deep breath and let it out to steady himself before he reached to press the doorbell located next to the entrance. The chime sounded a couple of times as he waited impatiently for Justin to appear. It was time to have a talk with his fiance.