A/N: One warning this chapter contains a forceful sex scene (it is not a rape) if this bothers you please find a new story.

"What do you mean you aren't leaving?" Debbie cried hitting Brian in the back of the head as she conversed with her son. This was all Brian's fault.

"Ma, I told you, it just wasn't working out with David" Michael explained. He shifted nervously in the booth at the Liberty Diner. He was sitting next to Brian and they were close, their thighs touching. Michael couldn't stop looking at Brian since he had come out. He really just couldn't believe his perfect fantasy man was actually obtainable. Well obtainable if it wasn't for a certain blonde teenager. Michael scoffed at the thought that Justin was at all responsible for Brian's recent revelation. He refused to believe it was anything other than a coincidence.

Michael grabbed Brian's hand resting on the booth next to him and gave a friendly squeeze. After Justin left with his trick, he quickly ushered Brian to the Liberty Diner. It wasn't easy to convince him to leave Justin behind but once Brian went into the backroom to tell Justin they were leaving; he couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Brian looked down at Mikey's hand in his and hated that Debbie was right. As soon as he had come out to Michael there was an instant fire lit in his friend and it wasn't a friendly fire, it was a target-sighted-heat-seeking-missile kind of fire. First he let David leave without protest, then he started in on Justin leaving him when he was in pain, and now the hand holding that clearly had more than friendly comfort behind it. This entire night was a disaster. He expected Justin to flirt, to dance, to have fun but he didn't expect him to fuck, not someone else, not right in front of him. Brian shivered thinking of Justin fucking that other man. Brian hated to admit that it had hurt him and he never would. He might be gay but that didn't mean he was one of those fags that wore his every emotion on his sleeve or embrace constant drama.

Brian looked up as the bell above the door to the diner chimed signaling a new customer's entry. He forced himself to maintain eye contact as Justin caught his stare, seeking silent permission to join them. Brian committed to the ruse; he was in advertising after all, he could bullshit with the best of them. He would not let Justin know he was bothered in the least by the goings on in the backroom.

"Finished already?" Brian asked coldly as Justin slid into the booth.

Justin recoiled at the question and Brian's tone. He expected Brian to fight for him, claim him in a fit of jealousy. He never anticipated he would just leave without a fight. Brian's eyes were cold and uncaring, a look that Justin hadn't experienced being on the other end of before. "Well he served his purpose" Justin responded nonchalantly. There that response conveyed exactly the sentiment I want; he meant nothing and if you want casual, I am damn well going to fuck whoever I want. It wasn't until he felt Brian watch him and saw that look did he think maybe he had pushed it too far. He didn't want casual; he wanted Brian.

Brian huffed and turned his attention back to his problem with Mikey, "You should go with the Doctor to Washington. I'll be fine" he insisted half-heartedly and mainly for Debbie's benefit. The truth was he disliked David and thought Mikey could do better than a controlling, manipulative sugar-daddy.

Michael rubbed Brian's back in soothing circles. "Shh…I'm here for you. I'll come over tomorrow; we can have a boy's night and watch a movie", he reassured Brian looking right at Justin with contempt as he spoke. Debbie rolled her eyes at her son's transparency; she knew this would happen. Fucking Brian!

Justin was horrified at Michael's intrusion into their weekend but he wasn't sure Brian even wanted to continue where they had left off. He gave Brian a pleading look which Brian promptly dismissed. Brian weighed his options carefully. On one hand it would be better to not be alone with Justin; Michael would certainly put a cold bucket of water on the undeniable heat he felt whenever he was around Justin. On the other hand, he didn't want to encourage Michael's fantasy any more than necessary. In the end, Brian opted for the self-preservation of preventing Debbie's wrath. He discouraged Mikey for the umpteenth time and took Justin home.

The car ride was unpleasant; silent and awkward. Justin wanted to talk about what happened but Brian clearly wasn't interested. As soon as Justin attempted to break the silence, Brian blasted the radio and sang along discouraging conversation at all. Justin placed his palm on Brian's thigh attempting a subtler reconciliation. Brian didn't respond but he didn't remove his hand either. Justin pushed a little further, walking his fingers into the space between Brian's thighs, squeezing around his flaccid cock he found lying underneath. Brian made no recognition of the gesture.

Justin smiled naughtily; unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over the console, unzipping Brian's pants. Brian finally concluded safety triumphed over the silent treatment and spoke, 'What are you doing?"

"You look tense. I thought maybe I could help" He smiled licking his lips and massaging the bulge as he spoke.

"Stop Justin" Brian ordered, "Not going to happen"

"C'mon Brian, since when do you turn down getting your dick sucked?"

"Since I'm driving after having a few drinks and I don't have a death wish"

"Sure thing Cameron" Justin teased.

Brian grew irate hearing Justin call him out on his refusal to participate in spontaneous road-head. It made him feel old and insecure. Two things he hated to feel. He felt a strange combination of fury and lust build within him. He wanted to fuck the smirk off this kids face. He needed to take control and show him exactly who he was dealing with. Brian pulled off the road suddenly. It was late, after one in the morning, and the road was largely abandoned. Brian pulled into the parking lot ignoring Justin's protest. He opened the driver's side door and walked to the passenger side. He pulled the shocked youth from the car roughly and pushed him so his upper body was flush against the car holding him pinned by a hand to his back to the hood. He abruptly yanked his pants down exposing his perfect ass, removed a lubed condom from his pocket and entered Justin swiftly before he could protest.

Justin cried out loudly at Brian's sudden intrusion. He said nothing and neither did Brian. His thoughts were filled with questions but he let it happen. Only breathy strings of profanity and animalistic grunts stifled the rhythmic smacking of Brian's skin against his. Justin winced at the rough, uncaring fuck such a contrast from their earlier caring encounters. The pace of Brian's thrusts was punishing and every muscle burned as he climbed his way to orgasm leaving Justin well behind. He put all his anger, all his hurt, all his confusion into this one fuck. It was merciless and frenzied and as Brian finally released all his conflicting emotions into the condom; a wave of calm settled over him. His breath steadied and he removed himself both physically and emotionally from what he had just done and returned without word to the driver's side. Justin pulled up his pants, legs somewhat shaky, and his ass on fire as he gingerly set himself back down into the seat of Brian's jeep.

Brian drove off, returning the music back to full volume and they made the trip home in silence. Justin looked at Brian for some semblance of understanding as to what had just happened. Was that his punishment? Was letting him take him so forcefully his apology? Was that just how Brian liked it? Self-doubt and embarrassment seeped into Justin and as Brian pulled into the driveway he tried again to speak. Brian exited the vehicle and headed immediately to his own bed leaving Justin speechless in the entryway.

Brian slept roughly that night without Justin. He tossed and turned, regretful for his earlier action, unable to settle his mind. He wasn't sure what fueled him in the car but he had been overcome with a need. So many years of ignoring his own desires and he just couldn't do it anymore. He wanted Justin in that moment; he wanted to fuck him, exert control back into his life starting with owning this perfect man. Brian refused to psycho-analyze himself any further. As he twisted again, his desire overcame again, he still wanted Justin but this time to hold him and be comforted by him. He didn't know what to expect but followed his desire into the guest room.

Justin was awake still damp from his shower, stroking his cock as he lie in bed when he noticed Brian's shadow in the doorway of his darkened room. Their tryst has been so hurried and had left Justin so desperately aroused and unsatisfied. Brian's rejection had left him to jack off alone and he had never felt lonelier. He smiled knowing Brian had come to him; that he was watching and continued unapologetically. He pulled the cover back to welcome Brian closer to his bed; an invitation quickly accepted. Brian lie next to Justin watching the boy pleasure himself. He looked so sweet touching himself and Brian couldn't resist brushing his hand over the boy's cheek, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Brian reached down, replacing Justin's hand with his own and felt the throbbing organ pulse under his hand. He worked his way lower on Justin's chest, kissing a trail as he descended. Next running his tongue over his hard nipples; pulling them gently between his teeth, eliciting a moan from Justin's throat. Brian caressed him lightly as he continued his steady strokes up and down Justin's cock working his way around his lover slowly. When he finally placed his lips on him, the taste of his arousal spread over his tongue, he moaned around him. The sweetest taste he could imagine dripped from Justin's cock and Brian licked each drop slowly running the full length of his tongue over the sensitive tip. Justin welcomed his lover's attentiveness even more after his earlier slight; he shivered under the sensual maneuvers Brian used to coax his climax from him.

After his climax, Justin relaxed at the perfect way his body conformed to Brian's. Brian relaxed at the contentment that came from finally following his true desires. Then with punishment, apology and forgiveness issued, the men drifted off to a sound sleep curled into each other.

Justin was the first to wake in the morning. He strained to see the clock around Brian's body. Shit! It was almost ten. Lindsay's interview was in just a few minutes.

"Brian, hey, wake up. Lindsay" he shook Brian firmly out of his sleep rubbing the gunk from his eyes.

Brian came quickly out of his dream hearing his wife's name thinking she was here. "What the fuck, where?" he shouted pushing himself away from Justin instinctively.

"No turn on the television" Justin pushed back, irritated by Brian's reaction.

Brian reached around and felt on the nightstand for the remote and switched on the television to the station that was carrying Lindsay's interview. It was just a few minute segment so they waited through a few fluffy spots and commercial breaks before they cut to a reporter sitting across from Melanie and Lindsay at a large news desk. Melanie did most of the talking. She emphasized the importance of the case for gay rights, how the homophobic administration had removed a gifted and talented teacher for supporting a gay student who had been removed from his parent's home.

Lindsay introduced Justin's painting and Justin squealed with delight as a close up was shown. Then the reporter read a statement from the school that "Mrs. Kinney's husband was engaged in a romantic relationship with the student and she was removed due to her support of this immoral relationship".

"Mrs. Peterson-Kinney, do you have any comment on your husband's relationship with Mr. Taylor?" the reporter asked, a slight smile curling up her lips at the successful ambush.

Lindsay stared blankly unprepared for the question. Thankful that Melanie jumped in quickly, "Mrs. Peterson-Kinney in no way knew about, encouraged or attempted to conceal the relationship between her husband and Mr. Taylor. Her only goal was to help a gay student who was callously kicked out of his own home due to his sexuality. Lindsay was unaware that her husband was also gay until well after her dismissal. She was truly an innocent victim. Any attempt to scandalize this woman's loving act is a blatant attempt to undermine our case"

Lindsay nodded and took Melanie's hand for support.

The interview ended and Brian looked at Justin in disbelief. They were both just outed on national television. Brian's coworkers all knew Lindsay from various functions; it would only take one to have seen it. Justin may have been out at school but this was on a whole other level.

Brian sunk down and pulled the blanket over his head. Justin laughed at Brian's dramatics. "If I can handle a bunch of ignorant, snobby teenagers knowing I'm gay in a fucking Catholic high school; you can handle the assholes at Vanguard" Justin instructed as he pulled the blanket down and kissed him.

"How can you be so calm?" Brian asked.

"Because what's done is done…Once your parent's disowned you, there isn't really any reaction that matters from anyone else. You'll see."

As Justin was speaking the phone rang and Brian jumped up to answer it. Grabbing the cordless from the hall, Justin laughed as he heard Brian yell, "Fuck, it's my mother!" from the hallway. He returned to the bed without answering the phone and pulled the blanket up again.

Justin charmed Brian out of bed with the promise of a blow job and the two men once again found themselves sitting together on the couch. Brian with his leg outstretched on the table and Justin's head resting on his chest. Today's 80's movie was Top Gun.

"I should have known I was gay just by this scene alone" Brian laughed as he watched Ice-Man, Maverick and company play volleyball in the sand, flexing muscles and dripping sweat. "Mikey and I used to watch this scene over and over. I thought I liked it because of the volleyball but now I see Tom Cruise in a whole new light"

"Tom Cruise?" Justin asked, "Everyone knows he's not gay. This is an awfully macho movie for a gay boy, I'm surprised Mikey liked it"

"Are you kidding? This movie is practically gay porn. Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer do more eye-fucking in this movie than goes on in Babylon" Brian laughed.

Justin smiled at Brian seeming to become more comfortable with his sexuality and with him. His nationwide outing notwithstanding, he seemed relaxed and content. He reached under Brian's t-shirt and rubbed his hand over his chest while pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"What was that for?" Brian asked.

"Just because you're adorable" Justin flirted.

"Adorable?" Brian sighed annoyed, "I'm not adorable. Choose another word"

Justin climbed up and over Brian's lap so he was straddling him, "Hmmm…okay how about hot!" he whispered as he kissed Brian's neck.

"Ahh…better" Brian moaned.

"What about sexy? Can I call you sexy?" Justin whispered placing his tongue over Brian's Adam's apple and leaving a wet kiss.

Brian sighed, "uh huh"

"How about desirable?" Justin whispered as he nipped at Brian's ear.

"or sultry?" Justin asked as he kissed the other side of his neck.

"or tantalizing?" Justin asked again as he slid down to the floor.

"or tempting?" Justin asked as he unzipped Brian's pants.

"or tasty?" Justin moaned as he swallowed up Brian's perfect cock.

Brian forgot all about Tom Cruise as he watched Justin bob up and down on his cock.

Brian was still writhing under Justin's attentions when the doorbell rang.

*Ding Dong*

"Ignore it" Brian ordered pushing his cock back into Justin's throat. "I'm almost there"

*Ding Dong*

*Ding Dong*

Justin pushed the repeated bell out of his mind and focused on bringing Brian over the edge.

*Ding Dong*

Finally he felt the gush of warm liquid and Brian's hand gripping his head relaxed.

*Ding Dong*

*Ding Dong*

"Brian, I know you're home. You open this door right this minute!"

"Fuck me!" Brian mouthed, pulling his pants up. "It's my mother"