New Year's Eve Morning
"Is that the rest of it, Mel?" Lindsey asked her partner as the brunette walked out with their vanity case. "You know how Gus is – did you check under the bed for any stray toys? If we get home and he finds out we left one here, we'll never hear the end of it."
Mel laughed as she placed the last piece of their luggage in the back of the SUV. "Well, I hope I found them all, anyway. It always seems like the missing toy is Gus' favorite, at least at the moment. I guess it's just the absence makes the heart grow fonder syndrome."
Lindsey smiled, saying, "Yeah, I know." She glanced down at her watch, noticing the time. "We've got to get going soon or we'll miss the plane." They still had to swing by Debbie and Carl's house to pick up JR, who had spent the night with her grandma for one last chance of grandmother and granddaughter bonding. "Is the doctor still upstairs?"
Mel chuckled. "Yeah, he wanted to say goodbye to Justin one last time before we go."
Lindsey grinned. "I hope Brian can handle taking care of Justin the next few weeks while he's recovering. He's been a little spoiled this week while Gus has been doing it." Ever since Justin had returned home from the hospital with, thankfully, just a sprained right leg rather than a broken one, Gus had relished taking care of his "second father" by bringing him his meals, reading him a bedtime story (he insisted that Justin couldn't get to sleep unless he did so), sitting in bed with him as they watched a movie, or bringing him a glass of water for his medication. Justin seemed to take all of Gus' ministrations in stride and even seemed to be enjoying them.
Fortunately for Justin – or maybe unfortunately – the little boy had received a toy doctor's kit just in time from Santa this year so he could also provide his "patient" with regular blood pressure checks and a heartbeat analysis with his toy stethoscope, which he hung around his neck just like the other doctors did. He also felt compelled to take Justin's temperature frequently with his plastic thermometer. Several times a day over the past few days, Gus had faithfully made his "rounds" of the master bedroom upstairs to make sure his patient was receiving proper treatment. Now, however, he was being forced to relinquish his patient's care to another "doctor" who might have a different style of bedside manner. Only time would tell if Brian's form of bedside manner was preferable to Gus', however.
"Well, if the good doctor doesn't get down soon, we're going to miss our flight," Lindsey decided. "If you want to get the SUV started, I'll go hurry him along." Mel nodded as her partner walked back into the house in search of their son.
As Lindsey entered the house, she could hear the sounds of soft conversation filtering down from the upstairs, confirming her suspicion that their son was still at work, checking on his favorite patient.
As she reached the upstairs landing and turned left to proceed down the hallway, she could make out what was being said and had to smile. "Well, do you think the patient's going to live, Sonny Boy?" she could hear Brian saying as she neared the doorway. She placed her hand over her mouth in amusement as she observed Gus nodding his head solemnly in response; he had his little, somewhat chubby hand on Justin's forehead and was consulting an imaginary watch. Apparently their little doctor hadn't quite got the hand of figuring out the difference between checking the patient's fever or his pulse.
She continued to watch her son's examination for a few moments longer as Gus told Justin, "Drink plenty of water, Jus'n," he instructed the patient. "And have Daddy take your tempitur every day."
Justin grinned; he was sitting on top of the bedcovers with several pillows propping up his back, both legs stretched out flat in front of him. The lower part of his leg where he had sustained his sprain was tightly encased in a brown, compression wrapping on his exposed leg. In deference to their company, Justin was wearing pajama bottoms, one leg in and one leg out. His current predicament meant that Justin had had to endure daily inspections of his sprained limb by his "doctor," but he really hadn't minded. Gus actually had a very tender touch to his doctoring skills, always taking care to be gentle in his inspections of Justin's damaged leg. Perhaps one day he would make a good real doctor, too, he thought affectionately as he reached out to gently ruffle the little boy's hair.
"Don't worry, Sonny Boy," Brian told his son from his place by the side of the dresser. He was leaning against the edge of it, watching the latest doctor-patient examination with amusement. "I'll make sure I use the rectal thermometer to make sure I get an accurate reading." He smiled as he heard Justin snort at his response and then a soft laugh from the doorway. He looked over to see Lindsey standing there with a big smile on her face. He was disappointed as he looked at her to realize that his time with his son was quickly coming to a close, but he hid his regret from his son as he forced a smile back on his face and said, "Looks like it's time for the good doctor to leave the patient in my care now."
Lindsey smiled as she walked into the room and stood next to Justin's bed, placing a hand on Gus' shoulder. "Yeah, it's time to go, Gus. Tell Justin and your Daddy goodbye or we're going to miss our flight."
"Do we have to go now, Mommy?" the little boy pleaded. Between Santa coming with his multitude of presents, sled riding and ice skating in the snow, seeing both his father and Justin again, and getting to take care of his patient, he had had a glorious time, and he hated to see it end; not to mention he would miss his father and Justin terribly. "Can't we stay just a little longer? Jus'n isn't all better yet."
Justin's eyes teared up just a little over his "doctor's" concern for him as he glanced up at Brian. "I'll be fine, Gus, don't worry; your Daddy will take good care of me. And you'll be back real soon – and we can come up there, too." Not to mention that Gus had wound up giving him the greatest present of all – the truth about what Brian thought about him going back to New York. That had been the best part of it all, and soon, he and Brian were going to hash it all out…..very soon. In a way, this injury to his leg had been the best thing that could have happened to him, because it gave him the convenient opportunity to spend more time with Brian. That alone, along with Gus' revelation to him, had made for a very happy holiday indeed.
"Yeah, Gus, your patient will be just fine. I'll be providing some personal, one-on-one care for him, don't worry," Brian answered, tongue in cheek as he gazed intently at the patient in question, who promptly blushed at the look he was being given.
"Ready then, Sweetheart?" Lindsey asked. Gus finally, reluctantly nodded his head. "Well, then tell Justin and your Daddy goodbye and we'll call them when we get back home."
Brian walked over to his son and bent down to pick him up into his arms, a small lump forming in his throat; that happened every time he had to say goodbye to Gus, but it never made each subsequent time any easier. He knew his son was being well-taken care of, but his love for his miniature version of himself grew each time they were together and had to painfully part. One day, hopefully, they would all be able to live closer to each other and he could see his son all the time; for now, this would have to suffice. "I'll see you soon, Sonny Boy," he told his son tenderly, placing a kiss on the little boy's cheek as Gus wrapped his hands around his father's neck and hugged him tightly. Brian gave a playful grunt as he reluctantly released his son and placed him gently back down on the ground.
He watched as Justin held his arms out to Gus and the little boy knelt on the bed to hug his "patient."
"Bye, Jus'n," he said, placing a kiss on the blond's cheek. "I hope you're all better soon; then we can go skating again."
Brian laughed as Justin grinned back at him fondly. "We'll do that, Buddy. Thanks for taking such good care of me – you're a great doctor." The little boy beamed at the praise as he rose from the bed and smiled.
Lindsey walked over to take his hand and lean down on the bed. "Bye, Honey," she told Justin affectionately. "Take care of yourself." She gave Justin a kiss on the cheek, also, as she whispered in his ear, "With Brian as your caretaker, you're going to need it."
Justin laughed softly as she removed herself from the bed and turned to give Brian a one-armed hug. "Bye, Peter," she told her long-time friend. "Take good care of the patient, or I'll have your license revoked."
"Yes, Ma'am," he dutifully responded as he hugged her back briefly. "Duly noted."
She nodded at both men before telling her son, "Let's go, Gus." The little boy waved a sort of royal-type, side-to-side wave at both men, who returned the wave with one of their own and a smile, before mother and son finally walked out the door and disappeared quietly down the hallway.
At last Justin and Brian were left alone once more in their big, cavernous house; the past week that had been filled with such laughter, friendship, and sights and sounds of the holiday occasion made the house feel even bigger in the unexpected silence that now ensued.
Brian twisted his lips tenderly as he gazed at his partner; he hated that Justin had been injured, but he wasn't going to lie, either. Any reason he had to be able to spend more time with his partner was all right with him, because he knew, too soon, he and Justin would have to say goodbye again. For the next few weeks, however, he was going to treasure the additional time they would have.
He walked over to sit on the edge of the bed and sat down next to Justin. "Well, I guess the hurricane season is officially over now," he commented dryly. "And only one casualty to show for it. Good thing we had a doctor in the house, though." He reached over to clasp Justin's hand before asking softly, "How's the leg feeling?" The real doctor had provided a number of instructions for his partner's care – keep the leg elevated for several days, keep weight off it, take pain medication as needed, and don't get it wet. All of that effectively made Justin immobile for the next few days and pretty much totally dependent on his care, a fact that hadn't gone over real well with his stubborn, willful, I-can-do-it-myself partner. But if Justin didn't want to reinjure his ankle, that was just too bad. For a change, he would have to tolerate Brian being a hoverer.
Despite everyone's reservations, Brian was determined to make sure Justin recovered as fully and as quickly as possible. He had seen too many other occasions where Justin had been injured and he wasn't going to take the risk of anything else happening to him. After his partner's recent, ill-conceived stint as an Olympic ice-skating contender, he wasn't about to let him do anything else foolish that might possibly exacerbate his condition.
"I'm fine, Brian," Justin told him just a little curtly. The last thing he wanted was to be waited on hand and foot, but he knew he really had no choice in the matter. "Don't coddle me."
Brian shook his head in exasperation and held both hands out in capitulation. "I wouldn't think of it. I know better," he assured him. "But that still doesn't mean you can get up from this bed without my help. Now what can I get for you?"
"How about a nice, handsome, male stud nurse?"
"You already have one of those, Taylor," Brian told him, not amused. "And your male, stud nurse is going to let you sit here and rot if you're not more appreciative of him."
Justin huffed. "Well, then, Nurse, just go about your business and let me get some sleep. I wouldn't want to disturb your normal routine."
Brian rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, Sunshine (he briefly thought somehow at the moment, that name didn't quite fit, however), have it your way. In the meantime, if you decide you need anything, I brought you an after-Christmas present."
Justin looked at him warily. "What…a dildo for those lonely times during my confinement?"
Brian stood up and glared at him. "Don't tempt me," he curtly said, reaching over to open the nearby nightstand to retrieve a medium-sized, old-fashioned brass bell with a wooden, flared handle. He placed it down on top of the table within reach of his partner. "Why we never installed an intercom I'll never know," he muttered. "But this is loud enough I'll be able to hear it. Just ring it if you need something and decide to actually ask for it, okay? And I'll let you get your beauty sleep in the meantime – I think you could use it."
"Ha, Ha," Justin replied dryly. "I'm just surprised you didn't tell me to just put my two lips together and blow…..I'll be just fine – go about your business, oh great executive," he urged him, shooing him away with his right hand as Brian shook his head in resignation.
"Well, if I thought that would have helped, I might have," he quipped in reply. "But we'll save it for when you're feeling a little better." He paused for a few seconds, realizing there was nothing else he could do for the time being before adding with a shrug, "Okay, have it your way."
He decided Justin didn't exactly have the best bedside manner, either, but he ultimately chose to give his partner the benefit of the doubt; he knew Justin was still in some pain from his injury. He noticed a still half-full glass of water sitting on the small, wooden nightstand along with Justin's pain medication; satisfied that at least for the time being he would be all right by himself and didn't need anything, he leaned down to bestow a small kiss on his partner's lips. "Now be a good boy and no cartwheels while I'm gone," he whispered as Justin harrumphed in reply.
Chuckling lightly at Justin's look of indignation, he turned and left the bedroom, leaving a somewhat disgruntled patient in his wake.
One Hour Later
Justin groaned as a bolt of pain shot up his injured leg and he awoke with a start; glancing over at the clock to note the time – 10:30 a.m. – he reached over to grab the glass of water still sitting on the nightstand and, opening the pill bottle, he swallowed one of his pain pill capsules with a couple gulps of water and leaned back against the headboard in disgust. This was not how he had envisioned spending some quality, one-on-one time with the man he loved. He was glad for the excuse, but did it have to involve lying practically immobile in the process?
Truthfully, now that all their guests had left and he had time to think, he felt a little bad about how he had treated Brian a little earlier. He knew his partner was simply trying to take care of him – why did he find that so hard to accept? Maybe because Brian had spent so many other times doing the exact, same thing and he didn't want to continue to be dependent upon him. Hadn't things changed now, though? He knew with the recent successes he had experienced with his artwork, he could more than support himself sufficiently now. So what was wrong with leaning on Brian just a little for this?
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought that perhaps this could wind up being a good thing – for both of them…..
Brian sat at his office desk downstairs, trying to decipher the incredible mess that was his graphic department's latest attempt at an ad campaign for Callahan Sportswear, one of their biggest clients. The artwork nowhere near tied in even slightly with the actual ad text. Were the two departments even working on the same campaign?
"What a bunch of shit!" he groused, wondering where in the hell the two men in charge of the ad graphics had received their higher education from – Sesame Street? He placed his head in his hand restlessly and ran his fingers through his hair in disgust. Between the apparent communication problems with his staff, along with Justin's recent injury and his impending return to New York, he was finding it hard to even concentrate.
At the thought of his partner upstairs, his thoughts invariably returned to him once more. He knew Justin hadn't meant to sound ungrateful or surly earlier – he realized Justin didn't feel well and was frustrated over his inability to get up and even paint, although Brian had already supplied him with countless sketchpads and charcoal pencils to help wile away his time. Maybe both of their current moods could actually be tied in more to the knowledge that once more, in the near future, they would have to be apart again. Did it really have to be that way, though? Gus had indicated that Justin actually wanted to stay – could that be correct? Was it just possible that both of them wanted the same thing?
His thoughts just then were interrupted by the sound of a ringing bell upstairs. Actually grateful for the excuse to turn away from the disastrous copy displayed on his laptop, he rose from his leather chair and walked toward the stairs.
"I hear you, I hear you, Oh Lord and Master!" he growled as he approached the master bedroom and the bell kept ringing furiously. "Hold your clapper!"
He rounded the bedroom doorway and noticed Justin sitting there with the bell in his lap, his hands folded across his chest. "Yes, Princess?" Brian inquired coolly. "You rang?"
Justin nodded. "Yeah…..I'm hungry, Brian."
"Well, that's the news bulletin of the century no doubt," Brian commented dryly; it was good to know that a certain someone's appetite hadn't been greatly impaired as a result of his catastrophic injury. "I'm sorry I forgot to bring up the manor's menu, milord; what may I get you, Oh Great One?"
Justin smiled. "Uh….do we have any of those chicken wings and onion rings left in the freezer? I know you're at least familiar with the oven controls."
Brian glared at him. "Don't insult your stud nurse, Sunshine, or you'll wind up with frozen chicken wings and a raw Vidalia instead. Now you were saying?" he asked, his eyebrows rising in question.
Justin sighed, hiding the smile that threatened to creep onto his lips. "May I please have some chicken wings and onion rings, Mr. Kinney?"
Brian curled his lips under; Justin's sexy version of his Mr. Kinney went immediately to a certain part of his anatomy every time. Back when Justin kept using that same title and tone of voice at the ad agency when he had been hired as an intern, it had had the same effect on him then, too….
"That's better," he advised, nodding. "Anything to drink, too?"
"Coke?"
Brian nodded. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he told his partner, who smiled back at him. Oddly, that smile made Brian a little wary – why, he wasn't sure. If he didn't know better, he would almost say it was almost like a taunting smile that said I know something YOU don't know, and it made him a little nervous….As he turned to go, he almost thought he heard Justin snicker just a little.
Justin grinned widely as Brian left to fulfill his request. This was defnitely going to be fun…..
Forty-Five Minutes Later…..
Brian glanced up from his desk as he heard the tell-tale ringing of the bell once more. Sighing at the interruption, he again rose from his chair and trudged back up the steps as the bell continued to ring several times more. "I'm not DEAF!" he shouted irascibly, "I'm coming!" And not in a good way, he fumed…
"What?" he asked just a little curtly as he again walked into the bedroom. He noticed, not with much surprise, that Justin had managed to polish off every crumb of his mid-morning "snack." His plate was so clean, it almost looked like he had licked it clean. That thought led to some other unfortunate thoughts drifting across his mind as he again felt his cock hardening at the notion of some well-loved activities that he was sorely missing at the moment from the talented tongue of the blond staring up at him expectantly.
Justin smiled one of his most engaging smiles, gazing at Brian now with puppy-dog, you-know-you-can't-resist-me eyes. "My pillows are all lumpy and I want to watch the Price is Right. Can you fluff them up for me? I'm getting a backache."
Brian rolled his eyes; Justin made him come all the way up here just to fluff up his damn pillows? He sighed in exasperation as he walked over and Justin obligingly leaned forward away from the headboard so Brian could grab the three down pillows crumpled up beneath him. He took each one individually and punched into them, serving two purposes at once: he was able to fluff them back up while at the same time releasing some of his own, pent-up frustration about Justin's ridiculous demands on an unfeeling, inanimate object.
Placing the last one behind Justin's back, he commented dryly, "Well, never let it be said that I interfered with your ability to come on down. All better now?" He asked as he straightened his body to stand up.
Justin smiled and nodded. "Much better…..thanks." He reached for the remote lying on the nightstand and flipped it on just in time to hear the announcer calling out the first contestants' names. He looked up as Brian stood there hesitantly. "Uh….you can take the tray now, too."
Brian rolled his eyes, wondering when he had changed from a life partner to a fucking butler. "Thanks, Your Majesty – I am at your disposal," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anything else the King desires before I return to my paying occupation?"
Justin shook his head and waved his free hand as if in dismissal. "No, that's all, my good man." Brian snorted before silently spinning around and quickly retreating from the room as Justin put his hand over his mouth to prevent the guffaw from escaping his lips.
Fifteen Minutes Later...
"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me‼" Brian growled as the bell once more rang again several times, even louder than before. This time, though, he could also hear Justin calling him in between clangs. "Bri-an," he sing-songed, before calling once more, even louder, "BRI-AN."
"Keep your clapper quiet‼" he yelled. "I can HEAR you‼" He huffed loudly in disgust – what was wrong with this man? Did he not know the meaning of the word multi-tasking? Stomping up the steps, he again turned to the left and marched down the hallway, thinking they should probably consider getting a carpet runner for this part of the floor, because it was quickly becoming worn out from all the trips he was having to take.
"Justin," he began before he even came into the bedroom, "I was just UP here! What now?"
At least Justin had the grace to look a little sheepish as he said, "I have to pee."
Brian shook his head. "Well, I wonder why, after you gulped down an entire two-liter bottle of Coke." Why didn't you tell me you need to go fifteen minutes ago?"
Justin shrugged. "I didn't need to go fifteen minutes ago."
Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head. Gus DID leave earlier today, didn't he? So why did he feel like he was talking to him right now? He looked over at his other little boy, who was staring up at him innocently with his arms stretched out toward him.
"Where did I put that number for the temporary health service?" he muttered as he nevertheless walked over and leaned down to put his hand under Justin's thighs and lift him up from the bed. Justin promptly wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and just grinned as Brian glared back at him. He had to admit, though – despite his annoyance, it felt pretty damn good having Justin in his arms again. Of course, it didn't help take care of his neglected hard-on that was quickly rising to the occasion once more…
"Uh….I just need helping walking over to the bathroom," Justin reminded him. "You don't have to carry me." He grinned a little in smug self-satisfaction as Brian continued to hold him snugly.
Realizing he had been caught daydreaming, Brian abruptly placed Justin down on the floor, wincing as he heard his partner groan a little as his right leg inadvertently bumped up against the floor. Immediately contrite, Brian murmured as he placed an arm supportively around his partner's waist, "I'm sorry, Justin…..you all right?"
Justin let out a painful breath before answering, "Yeah….just help me over there, okay?"
Five minutes later and the task accomplished, Justin noticed silently with approval that Brian insisted on carrying him back over to the bed, "to avoid any unfortunate reoccurrences of his previous episode." Justin didn't really see a need to complain – he actually found it sweet, but of course he wasn't about to tell Brian that. As Brian gently placed him back on top of the covers and saw that his pillows were once more fluffed up nice and plump, the remote lying near his partner on the bed, he asked, "Now is there anything else, Justin? I really need to get some work done, okay? Anything at all?"
Justin looked up at Brian's somewhat irritated expression and shook his head solemnly. "No…I have everything I need. You go ahead, really."
Brian looked at him skeptically as Justin picked up the remote and once more surfed through the channels before settling on a History Channel feature about the making of Steven Spielberg's movies; he noticed with just a little consternation that Justin was almost ignoring him, now that he apparently had everything he needed from his "servant." "Well, don't let me keep you from your channel surfing," he softly huffed indignantly as he turned and again walked out of the bedroom and back down the hallway.
Justin turned to watch his partner's retreating from and smiled. He almost felt bad for putting Brian through all these trips, but in the end, he was hoping it would be worth it….
Thirty Minutes Later….
Brian covered his ears, astounded to hear the ringing of that stupid bell once more. He cursed himself for even thinking about the idea in the first place and even considered ignoring it this time, but he knew it would keep ringing until he responded.
He couldn't stop the barrage of anger that spewed from his lips as he once more rounded the corner of the upstairs hallway and trounced toward the bedroom. "Justin, I swear to God, if you ring that goddamn bell one more time, I'm going to take it and shove it up your fucking a….." The rest of his sentence as well as his anger died on his lips as he rounded the corner and spied his partner, lying on the bed in the same spot as before but now naked as a jaybird.
Brian curled his lips under to keep from laughing as he asked politely, "Uh…..You needed something? What can I get you now?"
Justin gazed back at him solemnly as his hand rubbed his dick slowly. "Brian…..I'm horny. You think you can help me with that?"
Brian's eyes raked over the slender, enticing form hungrily. He slowly approached the bed, a serious look on his face. "You think I'm qualified to handle that responsibility, Princess? Looks like quite a large challenge," he added huskily as his eyes drunk in the sight of his slightly flushed partner's body; he noticed he wasn't the only one who had an impressive hard-on at the moment as he slowly leaned over the bed and placed both of his hands on either side of the slender body. His face was mere inches from Justin's as he observed the blue eyes darkened with the telltale signs of lust.
"Oh, I think you're the only one who's qualified for THIS job," he whispered back as he reached up to pull Brian's head in for a deep kiss. They spent the next few minutes tongue-dueling for supremacy, their mouths constantly re-angling for an even deeper kiss. The pesky bell, lying on the floor now, had been quickly silenced as the only sounds now permeating the room were an occasional moan or sigh of pleasure from both men.
Brian finally pulled back reluctantly from his partner to whisper, "Well, I aim to please…..I can always use some more practice in the art of a good bedside manner." He gazed into Justin's mischievous-looking, sparkling eyes and whispered, "I take it your pain pills have kicked in?"
"Would it matter?" Justin responded, twisting his mouth as he grinned. "Horniness supersedes all pain."
Brian eyebrows raised in amusement. "Ah, I see, Mr. Taylor. Well, then, we'd better take care of your little problem right away, then." He paused for a few seconds, though, to study the logistics of what they both so urgently wanted – and needed- to do; he didn't think he could risk lying on top of Justin for fear of reinjuring his ankle, but he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity to fuck him senseless, either.
Justin solved his problem by opening his legs wider to allow Brian's body to rest between them; he silently rejoiced over the fact that if Justin had to sprain his leg, at least he had sprained the lower part of his leg. He still had the capability of moving it on the bed, then, out of harm's way.
Justin reached up to cup either side of Brian's face. "Now let's work on taking care of both our problems, shall we?" he whispered as their lips once more met for a passionate kiss.
"It will be my pleasure," Brian murmured breathlessly several seconds later. He looked into the soft-blue eyes so full of love that were currently mirroring his own. How could he let this man go again? For now, though, he didn't want to think about that. All he wanted to do was show Justin how much he did love him as he slowly, tenderly began to worship the slender, pale body lying beneath him.
He began by licking and kissing the side of Justin's neck, right below his ear and right where it always made him crazy with desire. He smiled into the pale skin as he heard the expected sigh of pleasure as his hands made a journey of their own lightly across Justin's upper shoulders and down his arms, turning inward to begin caressing the slim chest. As his mouth began to rain kisses down Justin's chest and his hands circled the increasingly-hard pebbled nipples, he felt Justin's hands come to rest on top of his hair, twisting the auburn strands through his fingers as they made circling motions of passion in response.
"Brian," Justin sighed simply in pleasure. He reached his hands down to caress Brian's shoulders, his hair, his face – anywhere he could reach him, but he was effectively pinned down from moving any more as Brian continued his exquisite torment of his body.
Brian slithered sensually down the familiar body of his partner, his hands constantly roaming as he went lower toward his target. He paused momentarily to swirl his tongue around Justin's belly button, earning another aroused moan in response, before stopping a few seconds later to inhale the musky yet sweet scent he knew and loved so well – the privilege that only he was granted now. He raised his eyes for a few moments to meet the darkened, intense ones of his lover staring back at him before he smirked knowingly just a little and lowered his mouth to take in the prize he had been seeking. He heard Justin's sharp intake of breath as he molded his lips snugly around the reddish-purple shaft and begin to slowly pump his lips up and down on the silky exterior. His hands firmly pushed Justin's thighs down on the bed as he felt the blond begin to thrash slightly in ecstasy and the slender hands tangle themselves in his hair as he continued to worship Justin's body.
Too many days of involuntary restraint served to prevent Justin from maintaining much self-control as soon afterward, he cried out in release and Brian willingly accommodated the come that exploded into his mouth.
Swallowing every drop of the creamy, sticky fluid, he at last raised his head to once more gaze into the flushed, beautiful face of his partner. Smiling at each other tenderly, Brian drawled in a husky whisper, "Did I take care of your little problem sufficiently, Sunshine?"
Justin nodded breathlessly as lay there, his chest heaving from the aftermath of his climax as he reached to pull Brian back up his body by his shoulders; Brian willingly scooted up the slender frame, providing Justin with ready evidence that one of them still had a "problem" that needed to be addressed.
As he finally lay face to face with his partner, supporting his heavier weight by his elbows, Brian gently nuzzled Justin by the nose before whispering, "You think you can help me out with my little problem now?"
Justin grinned as his right hand snaked between them and he firmly cupped Brian's erection in his palm. "Not so little problem, you mean," he replied as he heard Brian groan slightly in response. "I think I can help you with that," he said playfully, his eyes sparkling with desire and anticipation. "But I think I have a different method of resolution in mind."
Brian raised one eyebrow. "Oh?"
Justin nodded almost shyly. "You think you can put that pillow over there between my legs? That way I can lie on my left side and you can lie behind me. I think that just might help to take care of your not-so-little-problem."
Brian grinned, twisting his mouth in agreement. "I like the way you think, Mr. Taylor," he replied agreeably, as he reached over by the side of Justin's head and grabbed an extra pillow. He obligingly placed it between Justin's lower legs to cushion his injured ankle and gently helped turn Justin onto his left side, facing away from him.
Spooning himself up against his partner, he reached out with his right hand to gently place it on Justin's right hip, tracing small circles around the soft skin. He placed one more kiss on the side of Justin's neck as the blond turned his head back to accept another deep kiss for a few seconds before Brian turned slightly to reach for the small tube of lube on top of the nightstand, always accessible at a moment's notice. He slowly prepared his partner, observing both Justin's slight flinch at the cold contact as well as the tightness that was always amazingly present, even after all the times they had fucked and made love. That fact never ceased to both amaze as well as delight him, as Justin reached back and slapped his own hip lightly in a silent urge to get on with it.
Chuckling at little at his partner's impatience, he hurried to comply with Justin's wishes as he pressed his cock slightly into the quivering, hot space. Justin squeezed his hip harder with his hand as Brian used his own hand's leverage on Justin's hip to raise himself slightly enough to push in deeper and hit Justin's prostate on the first try; Justin sucked in a breath and moaned to confirm he had hit just the right target as he pulled out slightly and then pushed back in even harder.
"Harder, Brian, fuck me harder," Justin urged him, letting him know his ankle was the least of his concern at the moment. "Deeper," he pleaded, his breathing shallow and erratic at the overwhelming sensation of Brian inside him once more.
"God, you feel so tight, Justin," he grunted out as he continued to ram in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. "So incredible – so good," he murmured in awe. The sweat was pouring down from his forehead and into his eyes as he held tighter onto Justin's hip and continued to rock back and forth in time with Justin's own body as the two moved together as one in rapid synchrony, the sounds of their pleasurable union the only ones heard as they continuing reacquainting themselves with the deep, abiding love they had for only each other.
"Brian," Justin struggled to breathe out as he felt his partner's body tightening with excruciating desire for him. "Come for me." Just knowing that he had the power to make Brian do that – just by the sound of his voice and his body's response to him – filled him with an unbelievable feeling of exalted power that he could have that effect on this magnificent man. Moments later, he felt the familiar sensation of Brian's body tensing up just before he complied with Justin's desire, exploding inside him with a shuddering cry like a super nova.
Brian began to remove himself gently from his partner several seconds later, only to have Justin squeeze his thigh and whisper, "Don't." Brian nodded silently, spooning himself closer to his lover and wrapping himself around the lithe body. Placing his head in the crook of Justin's neck, he closed his eyes in contentment, knowing that right then, he could think of nowhere else he would rather be.
Justin sighed in pleasure as he relished in the secure arms of the man he loved wrapped protectively around him and the taut, lean body cradling his own. Knowing there was no possible way he could ever give this up, his thoughts of their impending talk filtered through his mind as he finally surrendered to the languorous and sated feeling coursing through his body and he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a permanent life at Britin with his own magnificent doctor of TLC.
TBC - At least one more chapter...!