A/N: Thanks for the early support to this one. I hear your requests for longer chapters and will try to accommodate. I had to establish some background first but now we start getting into the J/B scenes and those are usually longer (mainly cause I get carried away with the smut :D ). Hope you enjoy; please review, favorite, and follow as you see fit. Also if you follow me on twitter Erin_424, make sure to let me know who you are so I can associate your ff names with your twitter names.
Justin sat alone on Michael's couch on a Saturday morning. It felt weird to be alone in his apartment for the first time but Justin was sort of relieved to have some time to himself. Michael had met some chiropractor and was spending a lot of time at his place and Emmett was working all day. With Michael away this weekend, Justin was looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed again not that he wasn't grateful for the couch. He glanced around, allowing himself to be a little nosy, and was perplexed to find the strangest combination of collections. On one shelving unit was the largest comic book collection Justin had ever seen which wouldn't have been so odd except that right next to it was an extensive collection of gay porn. Justin laughed out loud as he perused some of the titles. He had seen porn before but always straight porn which actually helped Justin cement his own sexuality. When he found himself constantly looking at the guy's in the porn while his friends were all obsessed with bouncing tits it was then he started to appreciate he was different. Justin was aroused at the thought of watching gay porn for the first time, really aroused, so much so that he unzipped his pants and got an early start while he flipped through the collection. He selected a title that appealed to him mainly because of the man on the jacket, made sure the door was locked and popped in the video.
Armed with a box of tissues and some lube he snatched from Emmett's room, Justin took in the images of the two men from the video. He could barely make it through the horrifically cheesy opening dialogue but it didn't take long before there was naked man skin and enormous, impossibly hard cocks on the screen. Justin was overwhelmed by the thoughts that flooded his head as he watched the sex acts unfold in uncensored fashion. Watching a fucking gorgeous man lick and suck the ass of another before seeing the hole expand and swallow up the almost ten inches of cock threw Justin over the edge and he was stroking himself with a frenzied rhythm, so close to having a toe-curling release….
"What the fuck?" a shocked voice called suddenly from the entryway.
Justin jumped at the unexpected intrusion and at seeing Brian's embarrassed reaction; he quickly grabbed a couch pillow to cover up his leaking cock, knocking over the bottle of lube in the process. "Shit!" Justin called out trying to dap the spilled lube with the tissues. He was absolutely mortified. "Oh my God, Oh my God, get out!" Justin screamed as he was unable to cover himself, stop the movie and clean up the lube all at once.
"Get out?" Brian asked his hand covering his eyes to avoid seeing anymore than he already had "This is my best friend's apartment? Aren't you Lindsay's student, what are you even doing here?"
Justin groaned and tucked himself back into his pajama bottoms, the thin fabric did little to conceal either his still semi-erect cock and or the obvious wet spot that had formed. "I'm staying here for a while, my parents sort of kicked me out."
Brian peeked through his fingers and made sure the coast was clear. He stuck a hand in the pocket of his jeans discreetly adjusting his own cock. Brian caught a smirk on Justin's face as he did so; maybe it wasn't as discreet as he thought.
"Thank God!" Brian sighed relief.
"Um, I'm glad you're happy my parents tossed my queer ass out on the street" Justin said sarcastically.
"No" Brian shook his head to clarify the confusion, "Sorry, I was worried maybe you and Michael were um together."
"Oh and would that be a problem for you?" Justin took the opening to walk over to Brian trying to make use of some of Emmett's tips of the trade. He trailed his hand down Brian's chiseled chest as he ran his eyes over the most beautiful man he had ever had the privilege of touching.
Brian caught Justin's meaning and attempt at flirtation. He was surprised to feel a surge of electricity from Justin's touch descend to his cock. Uncomfortable at the emotion he quickly grabbed the young blond's hand, removing it from his chest but they maintained eye contact as Brian held on to his wrist. Brian shuttered, he couldn't remember feeling tingling like that with Lindsay ever, especially not from just a touch, as he released Justin's hand.
Justin gave a wide smile and blushed at the sexual tension that was flowing between them. Emmett was right; it didn't matter what was being said, all he needed to know was in the eyes. His confidence bolstered, Justin decided to let Brian make the next move. He stared at him until Brian could no longer take the tension.
"Well, I guess, um, since Mikey's not here, I'll go" Brian stammered.
"Ok, well I'll tell him you stopped by" Justin said confidently, placing his hand on the small of Brian's back and walking him out the door. "You sort of caught me in the middle of something, I'd really like to finish it" he ended with a brief brush of his hand over his crotch. Brian's eyes followed his hand through the motion and grew wide at his brazen display.
As the door shut behind him, Brian was overcome with the level of arousal he felt. He hadn't been this turned on since he didn't know when. As he drove over to meet Lindsay, he felt the same goofy smile appear whenever he remembered Justin's creamy, hairless skin or his playful smile while he touched his chest. Brian started to let the car drift to the shoulder as he vividly recalled the heated intensity in Justin's eyes as he stroked that beautiful, long, thick cock of his. Brian jerked the car back onto the road suddenly, shaking his head trying to banish these unfamiliar thoughts from his mind. What is wrong with me?
As he entered his home he felt a lump forming in his throat thinking of what was to come next. "Hey Lindsay?" Brian called loudly from the doorway.
"In the bedroom" Lindsay called. Brian bounded up the stairs taking two at a time. He found Lindsay brushing her blond hair at her vanity mirror sill in her robe. She stood to kiss him. Brian closed his eyes and pictured Justin's lips as he welcomed her tongue into his mouth. It didn't feel exactly right, Lindsay was soft, gentle. He imagined Justin would kiss harder, more raw. Brian grew hard against Lindsay's leg as he let his fantasy take over him. He needed a release in the worst way, it had been so long. Hearing Lindsay moan at his touch; Brian pushed her roughly to the bed face down. Pure sexual need consuming him; he pulled her hips up, unzipped his pants, and forced himself inside her. Trying to block out all her soft moans that threaten to spoil his fantasy; Brian concentrated solely on the back of her head, grabbing onto her blond hair roughly and thrusting with abandon. He bit his lip to avoid calling out Justin's name as he came harder than he had ever come before.
When Brian finally rolled off of Lindsay and she leaned sideways looking completely elated, reality hit him square in the jaw. Unable to deal with the realization of what had just occurred, Brian got up abruptly muttering of his plans to grab a shower but really just needing to be alone again.
After his shower, Brian found Lindsay and Gus in the family room. Gus was watching cartoons and Lindsay was reading a novel. "Hey" she greeted him warmly patting the couch for him to join her. Lindsay couldn't recall when Brian had been more passionate in the bedroom; her relief and gratitude for finally achieving a genuine orgasm during sex was spilling out of her. All she wanted was to keep their fledgling connection alive. She felt a twinge of disappointment as Brian bypassed her offer instead sitting with Gus on the floor but she sighed and stretched out on the couch watching her family contently over the top of her book.
Gus has a sleepover at Lindsay's parents' house so Brian and Lindsay sat quietly in the dining room eating pot roast and mashed potatoes and sharing a bottle of wine. After two glasses, Brian thought Lindsay was relaxed enough to start the conversation he had avoided earlier. "So you know that kid in your class, Justin?" Brian started.
"Yes, I'm actually really worried about him; he missed a few days this week." Lindsay smiled at Brian's attempt to show an interest in her work.
"Yeah, I ran into him….at Michael's. He said he got kicked out." Brian swallowed hard hoping that Lindsay would not make the connection between their earlier encounter and his having seen Justin.
"What? Why is he at Michaels?" Lindsay sat her glass down hard on the table in shock.
"How should I know?" Brian said defensively "You know how Mikey and Debbie are…always taking in strays. Michael's with the good doctor at the cabin this weekend so I can't exactly ask him."
"Well he can't stay there" Lindsay insisted, "If the school finds out…"
"What are you talking about?" Brian questioned, "Why would the school care where Justin lives? As long as they pay the thirty grand in tuition every year…"
"Well you know what happened with Mr. Snyder. If the school finds out Justin's gay and living with two gay men. Who knows what they will try to do and if they find out that we're friends with them. Oh God, I could lose my job." Lindsay shrieked.
Brian laughed causing him to spit his wine out, "Linds calm down would you? How you manage to turn this kid's parent troubles and what I'm sure is a temporary housing situation into you getting fired….and I thought Mikey was a drama queen."
"No, you don't know how conservative this school administration is. We can't allow this to continue. I'll talk to Justin's parent if he's having trouble at home maybe he can stay here?" Lindsay suggested.
"Here?" Brian spit out another swallow of wine as Lindsay wiped the stray droplets off her arm in disgust. "He can't stay here. That wouldn't look right". Brian was confident that Justin staying in his home would spell disaster.
"I know! I got it! We need help with Gus, right? You can't keep leaving work every day to get him picked up and I have to stay at school. So we let Justin stay here in the guest room and he can take my car to get Gus and bring him back to the school. It's perfect. The school won't have an issue with that a lot of students babysit for teacher's kids. I'm sure his parents will think it's a better arrangement than Michael's." Lindsay insisted.
"Lindsay, Justin is like a teenager. Aren't you concerned about him driving Gus around?" Brian was grasping at straws but feared too much protesting might reveal his true concern.
"Not really, I've seen him drive and he owes me a favor. It's a win-win" Lindsay insisted.
As Lindsay went off making phone calls to set her plan in motion; Brian lay back on his bed and groaned in frustration.