Friday, March 26, The Liberty Diner

“Pack your bags, boys, we’re headed to the country!”

“What? Brian, what are you talking about?” Michael whined.

Brian pulled Justin a bit closer as they stood near the booth where Michael, Emmett and Ted were sitting. “Justin has suggested that you might want to join us for the weekend at the house in West Virginia.”

Emmett clapped his hands together excitedly, “Oooo goodie! A weekend in the country, I have just the thing to wear!”

“It might be nice - it was a bit lonely at the house last night with Blake away,” Ted added.

“But Brian, we were going to go to Babylon...” Michael wanted to spend the weekend with Brian, not Justin and Brian.

Brian looked at his watch. It was nearly 6pm. “Justin and I will arrange to pick up some extra groceries, you guys go home and pack, we’ll meet back here at 7:15 and sort out transportation. Pack something to go swimming.”

Brian and Justin headed for the door.

“What do you pack for a weekend in West Virginia?” Ted mused.

“Oh Teddy, I’ll help you. Just call me when you get home.” Emmett was already heading out the door. He had just the thing.

“What did he mean about swimming - it’s too cold to go swimming!” Michael ranted and headed out the door. He was the one who wanted to see Brian’s house. He wasn’t going to let everyone else go without him.

~~~~~~

“Sorry I’m late.” Michael hurried up in front of the diner. Brian was looking at his watch, it was nearly 7:30. He wanted dinner, and it would be nine before that happened.

Since Brian and Justin were the only ones who knew where they were going, it was decided that they would be the drivers. This pleased Michael no end as he claimed shotgun in the corvette, leaving Ted and Emmett to travel with Justin.

The edges of Justin’s lips curled into a slight grin. He knew Michael was staking out his territory with Brian, it didn’t bother him. He knew where he was sleeping tonight. As they headed to West Virginia, Justin hit seventeen on his speed dial and ordered pizza, pasta and a grilled chicken salad - no dressing. Dinner would be on the doorstep only moments after their arrival.

Justin followed the corvette up the winding driveway veering off to the garage. Justin parked the Element beside the Jeep. He smiled. Brian never allowed him to park the Element next to the Corvette. As if it would catch something!

Everyone disembarked and grabbed bags.

“Where to now?” Michael asked. “Is the apartment above the garage?” It was a really big garage.

Brian shook his head. He closed the garage doors and headed to a smaller access door. “This way boys.”

Justin caught up with Brian and they chatted as they headed to the house. In the dark, it wasn’t until they had crossed the expanse from the garage to the pathway lit with lights low to the ground that the other structure was obvious - a BIG structure.

“Oh... my... god...” Emmett’s eyes lit up.

Ted’s jaw dropped.

Michael stood there amazed.

“Shut your mouths boys, you’re catching flies.” Brian grinned over his shoulder as he disengaged the alarm and opened the door.

“It’s fabulous!” Emmett exclaimed rushing in. “You must take us on a tour!”

“Brian, I believe you got your money’s worth.” Ted crossed the threshold.

“Brian, what is this place?” Michael peeked in the door, but didn’t enter.

“It’s my house Michael. Now come in and close the door behind you - it’s getting cold.”

Michael did as he was told.

“Justin? will you see to the groceries? I’m going to take the boys upstairs to settle them in and change.”

Justin nodded and gathered the grocery bags in his hands and headed to the kitchen.

Ted, Emmett and Michael followed Brian up the long, wide staircase.

“There are nine bedrooms up here - all either have their own bath or share baths. Take your pick. Gus’s bedroom is the first on the left.”

Emmett had been opening doors as he scurried down the hallway. “Oooo! I want this one!” He scampered into the doorway at the end of the hall before Brian could stop him.

Brian followed him in and escorted him out, closing the door behind him. “Except that one.” Brian told him.

Emmett pulled a face, but moved to the next door and looked inside. “This one will do.”

Ted took the room across the hall and Michael the room next to Ted.

Ted, Emmett and Michael took a few minutes to get settled and investigate their lodgings for the weekend. Brian changed into jeans and a tee shirt and was standing in the hall waiting for the men to exit their rooms when Justin climbed up the stairs and crossed to him. Brian bent and gave the beautiful blond a leisurely kiss.

“Everyone settling in okay?”

“Yes, except Emmett decided he wanted my bedroom.”

“Well, I guess I could stay in a different room tonight...” Justin smirked.

“I don’t think so,” Brian pulled him close and kissed him deeply. “You have your work cut out for you tonight. You promised to make this worth my while.”

Justin looked up at Brian. “And I will.” He leaned in for another kiss.

One by one the men congregated in the hallway. Justin crossed to Brian’s bedroom and disappeared through the door to drop off his bag.

“Hey!” Michael said. “Brian said that room is off limits.”

Justin reappeared into the hall without his bag.

“That’s my room Michael. Justin is staying with me.” Brian didn’t wait for a response -- Michael couldn't be that obtuse -- and led the men down the stairs.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. Brian raised questioning brows to Justin. Justin smiled and crossed to the door. Taking out his wallet he paid the delivery man and returned with three pizza boxes and four take out bags.

“I believe that dinner is served.” Justin led them all to the kitchen.

~~~~~~

After dinner, Brian showed the boys the house while Justin cleaned up the kitchen. He was giving Michael wide berth. Besides, he owed Shirley one for the mess that he and Brian had left on Tuesday night.

~~~~~~

Brian padded into the kitchen on bare feet.

Justin looked up from the sink where he was rinsing out a dish rag. “Tour over?” He wrung it dry and set it across the spigot to dry. Crossing the room he encircled Brian’s waist and laid his head on his chest. Brian’s arms came around Justin’s shoulders and held him close.

“I sent the boys up to change into their suits. I figured it’s safe to swim by now.”

“So a dip in the pool? To cool you down a bit?” Justin asked as he rubbed his crotch against Brian’s.

Brian leaned down and took Justin’s lips. His tongue buried itself in the recesses of Justin’s mouth as he ground his hard cock against Justin’s. Voices from the hallway interrupted any further action.

“Fuck!” Brian swore softly, leaning his forehead against Justin’s. “Whose brilliant idea was it for me to invite them here, again?”

Justin chuckled and whispered. “I’ll make it up to you. Meet me in the changing room after you take them down to the pool.” Justin hurried out the door and down the path to the pool house.

“Brian? It’s too cold to go swimming!” Michael protested as he, Ted and Emmett entered the kitchen.

Ted rolled his eyes. He knew that the pool had been enclosed last summer because he had handled the paperwork personally. He didn’t bother to say anything to Michael. He had had just about enough of Michael’s whining.

Emmett looked on the pool time as a big adventure. Back in Hazelhurst, Mississippi he had loved to go to the swimming hole on the outskirts of town. Pittsburgh didn’t really offer him a lot of opportunity to go swimming and he wasn’t going to let Michael spoil it.

“Follow me, boys.” Brian led them down the path to the pool house and ushered them inside. The warmth from the heater and the humidity from the pool and hot tub steamed much of the windows.

“Oh! this is fabulous!” Emmett exclaimed. “But wait, what about Justin?”

“Who cares?” Michael snarked.

Brian gave Michael a sharp look. “He’ll join us shortly. You guys go ahead,” Brian gestured to the pool and chaises surrounding it. Large fluffy towels were folded on the ends of each chair. “Make yourselves at home - help yourself to something to drink,” he indicated the wet bar. “I’m going to change.” Brian headed to the changing room.

Michael looked around flopped onto a chaise deciding to wait for Brian.

Ted headed to the hot tub for some relaxation.

Emmett investigated the wet bar, pulling out some drinks for everyone.

Emmett took a bottle of spring water to Ted who thanked him, then closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure at the hot circulating water of the spa. Emmett sat down on the chaise next to Michael and handed him a can of beer. “Want to join Teddy in the hot tub?”

Michael shook his head. “I’ll wait for Brian.”

When Brian entered the dressing room he was treated to a view of Justin laid out on the sofa sporting nothing but swim goggles. He raised an eyebrow.

“I thought I should protect my eyes from any potentially damaging liquids.”

“You did, did you?” Brian sauntered across the room rubbing his cock. Brian stopped in front of Justin, who moved his hands to Brian’s hips.

Justin rubbed his head and face against Brian’s stomach. He mouthed Brian’s cock through the thick material of the jeans. Brian shut his eyes in ecstasy. His eyes flew open as he felt a cold draft on his ass. He stared down; Justin had unbuttoned his jeans - using his teeth! “An unusual talent.” Brian commented sardonically.

“You should see what I can do with a cherry stem,” Justin smiled up at Brian as he licked the slit at the top of Brian’s exposed cock.

Brian’s eyes slid closed again as experienced the rapture of Justin’s mouth. Justin sat up to get better leverage for the task at hand. He pulled Brian’s jeans down to his ankles and ripped the goggles from his head. In a heartbeat, he engulfed all of Brian, pulling him deep into his throat and covering him in saliva.

Brian lent himself over to Justin’s ministrations. He thrust his fingers through the younger man’s hair fisting handfuls, but careful not to tug too hard. The silk of his hair in his hands, and the silk of his mouth on his cock overwhelmed Brian.

“Justin...” Brian’s head rolled back and his mouth formed a silent scream. He came hard, pulsing thick and hot down Justin’s throat.

Justin swallowed and breathed so as not to choke. He loved the taste of Brian. His face buried in Brian’s crotch, he held onto the older man until the aftershocks of his orgasm faded.

Justin pulled Brian down to the couch and crawled across his lap. His fingers brushed through the chestnut hair and he stared into those hazel eyes that had darkened with passion. Justin’s fingers gave a light tug, pulling Brian closer. His tongue licked his lips, then darted out and mimicked the same pattern on Brian’s lips. Brian’s lips parted as Justin’s tongue sought entry. Justin’s lips met Brian’s as his tongue stroke over his teeth. Brian’s tongue sought entry to Justin’s mouth and repeated the dance.

There was a knock on the door, and Michael’s voice came through the wood, “Brian?”

Brian sighed and responded loud enough to penetrate the door. “In a minute, Michael.” He sighed and looked at Justin. “This is your fault you know. You were the one who wanted to invite them.”

Justin leaned back on the couch and stroked himself while he watched Brian try to stuff himself into a pair of speedo’s.

“Doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” Justin mocked as the head of Brian’s hard cock kept poking out causing the waistband to roll down.

Brian looked down at Justin thunderstruck by the revelation that hit him. Justin might look innocent, but he wasn’t. “You are pure evil.”

Justin grinned and waggled his eyebrows, all the while stroking his shaft. “You had your fun, now it’s my turn.” Justin rose, grabbing the lube and condom from the couch-side table. He bent Brian over the couch, and ran his tongue down the length of older man’s spine to the edge of the speedo’s. He rolled the suit down Brian’s legs. Brian stepped out, able to widen his stance and allow Justin greater access.

He was being tortured, there was no other word for it. Justin massaged his ass spreading him apart. Justin’s tongue took long, wet licks from his spine to the rosebud pucker... there. Then Justin would bypass him entirely moving to perineum and his balls. Brian wanted to grab Justin’s head and force his tongue back where it belonged. When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Justin licked up to Brian’s puckered hole and stabbed his tongue into Brian.

“hhhhhhaaaaaahhhh!” Brian moaned. Justin continued his trail back and forth teasing and retreating until Brian roughly commanded, “Fuck me!”

Justin trailed his tongue back up Brian’s spine leaving a chill as the slick saliva exposed to the air caused a shiver. He whispered in Brian’s ear, “are you sure?”

“Christ, Justin, just FUCK ME!” Brian whispered hoarsely.

Justin quickly sheathed himself and lubricated his latex covered cock. He smoothed lubricant along his fingers circling the tips to heat up the slippery substance. Carefully and softly he made circles around Brian’s hole until he felt the older man relax. As Brian’s body softened Justin slipped a finger into his tunnel to prepare him. Justin felt Brian loosen and added another finger. Scissoring back and forth he made sure that Brian was slick and ready. Removing his fingers Justin heard Brian’s intake of breath, then sigh of relief as his fingers were replaced by the head of his cock nudging Brian for entry.

Brian pushed back against Justin. “More.”

Justin pushed in and waited for Brian to adjust. Once Brian loosened and signaled to Justin, he craned an arm around Brian’s stomach to steady and balance the older man. His other arm massaged Brian’s back, shoulders and hips as he began to build a slow steady rhythm. Brian was with him all the way. Justin littered kisses along Brian’s back, nipping at his shoulder blades and sucking on his vertebrae.

As his speed increased, Justin shifted so each stroke glanced off Brian’s prostate. Brian groaned in satisfaction. Justin reached for Brian and stroked him in time.

“Close... so close, Justin,” Brian closed his eyes.

Both men so caught up in the erotic euphoria that engulfed them didn’t realize that their sound level of their moans had escalated to the point where they echoed off the glass that enclosed the pool house.

“What is taking Brian so long? And what is that noise?!” Michael bristled in the chair next to Emmett.

Emmett gave him a sad look. “Oh, honey, how long has Ben been gone?”

Michael gave him a blank look. “He left this morning.”

Ted had raised himself out of the hot tub as the moans became louder. Wrapping himself in a towel he crossed to his two friends. “Looks like Brian has his own back room.”

“What?” Michael looked at Ted confused. He got up. “I’m going to find out what’s keeping Brian.”

“NO!” Ted and Emmett jumped in unison, grabbing Michael’s arms.

Michael tried to dislodge them, but as a pair they manage to wrestle him to the chaise as one last, long, low growl reverberated off the glass.

“Fuck! I’m not going to be able to sit down for a week.” Brian swore as he collapsed on the couch. Justin gently pulled out, removed the condom, tied it off and threw it in the trash. Sitting behind Brian on the sofa, he gathered the older man in his arms. Brushing the damp strands of chestnut hair aside, Justin smoothed kisses across his temple.

“Let’s go sit in the hot tub.”

Brian smiled over his shoulder at Justin leaning in for a kiss. “I’d be happy to, if I can manage to walk to it.”

~~~~~~

Brian and Justin emerged from the changing room to see Emmett and Ted wrestling Michael to a chair.

“What’s going on?” Brian asked oblivious to the circumstances.

Emmett pulled Brian aside and whispered sharply, “Michael was becoming worried about you and was about barge in on you and Justin.”

Brian rolled his lips and tongued his cheek. “Thanks, Em.”

Emmett stared at Brian - had Brian just thanked him? “You might consider some sound-proofing. The glass makes everything echo. Loudly.”

~~~~~~

Everyone slept late Saturday morning. They had swam and hung out in the hot tub until nearly all of them had fallen asleep. There was no reason to get up early, so each occupied themselves. Emmett amused himself with an extra long bubble bath, then gave himself a manicure, pedicure and facial. Ted was thrilled to find an Opera station on the satellite radio in his bedroom. He spent the morning listening to Verdi and reading the latest best seller. Michael went down to the media room, anxious to look over the film library. Settling on an action DVD, he plopped on the couch and promptly fell asleep. Brian and Justin awoke early, had a magnificent fuck, took a shower (where they had an equally magnificent wet fuck) and went back to bed falling asleep in each others arms.

By noon, Ted, Emmett, Brian and Justin were gathered in the kitchen. Emmett was organizing up drinks as Justin put together omelets for everyone. Ted had been tasked with setting the table. Brian was checking the local paper to see if there was anything interesting to do in town.

“Where’s Michael?” Justin asked as he served up the food.

“Haven’t seen him,” Emmett replied.

“I’ll go look for him,” Brian volunteered. He downed his guava juice and pecked Justin on the check as he padded, barefoot, out of the kitchen.

Emmett had watched the interaction between the older and younger men with interest. While Brian searched the house for Michael, Emmett practiced his finely honed interrogation skills.

“Soooooo... sweetie. Tell us what is up with you and Brian.”

Justin liked Emmett... and Ted, but he was leery of disclosing too much information. He knew what Brian had told him about the men. But he wasn’t sure how much he said would get back to Brian, or worse incite Michael. So he just smiled and handed out no more than what they already knew. “We’re fucking. Would you like some more eggs?”

Emmett pouted. Ted snickered. Brian and Michael stood in the doorway. Michael was ecstatic. At least Justin wasn’t making out what Brian and he were doing to be more than a fuck. A fuck was a short term thing. Brian on the other hand was ill prepared to hear his and Justin’s personal life described in such a crass and unemotional manner. Not that he wasn’t guilty of such things.

Brian and Michael joined the men at the table and ate their brunch. No one else seemed to notice the cold shoulder that Brian was giving to the younger man but Justin.

~~~~~~

Justin was finishing cleaning the kitchen when Brian padded in barefoot carrying socks and work boots. He said nothing to Justin as he pulled an ankle across his knee and dusted off the bottom of his foot. He rolled on his sock then repeated the action with his other foot.

Brian was pulling on his boots when Justin broke the silence.

“I can go back to Pittsburgh if it would make things easier.”

“Why would you do that?” Brian countered.

“I just thought... you know you could spend more time with your friends... Michael.”

The conversation was interrupted by noise in the hallway, Michael, Ted and Emmett came into the kitchen in their coats.

“I thought we’d go for a walk, show the guys the grounds. I’ll get our coats.”

Justin was perplexed. Brian was definitely keeping himself distant, not answering questions. Something must have happened when he went to find Michael earlier that morning.

So the gang toured the grounds. They followed the old stone wall that marked the property line of the estate. The path, the same that Brian and Justin had taken on their previous visits, was narrow and didn’t allow for more than two people wide. Michael was quick to sidle up to Brian, Ted followed with Emmett and Justin hung back taking up the rear. Michael kept up a steady stream of chatter, interrupted occasionally by Ted or Emmett asking a question. Brian gave answers to the questions and indicated points of interest, but otherwise seemed to be content to let Michael prattle on.

Justin, who normally enjoyed these walks, was getting more frustrated by the minute. He had little patience for Michael’s inane chatter. Brian was completely ignoring him. Other than Emmett glancing sympathetically over his shoulder at Justin. He felt that he may as well not even have been there.

It took nearly two hours to walk the fence line. On the way back Emmett talked everyone into checking out the local gay nightlife - whatever there might be. Ted, Emmett and Michael agreed a nap was in order if they were going out clubbing that evening. All of them were used to working out at the gym but the walk seemed to exercise an entirely different set of muscles and tired them out. Upon entering the house they quickly departed to their rooms. Brian disappeared into the study without a word.

“Fine!” Justin grumbled to himself as he grabbed his laptop to research what gay nightlife could be found in the local vicinity.

Justin sat cross legged on the bed. He couldn’t believe that there was only one gay bar in Wheeling - but that was all that he could find. There was something called “Club Indigo” but he was pretty sure it was a lesbian establishment - Indigo, duh! He mapped the route to the bar from the house and printed out the directions. Without thinking he headed down to the study where the printer was.

Brian had retreated to the study when the boys headed up to their rooms. All afternoon he had been stewing over Justin’s earlier comment. He knew it was irrational, but he felt angry, he wanted to throw something. When the printer started to buzz he was jolted out of his self-pity and bitter mood.

When Justin entered the study, Brian was standing next to the printer reading the pages that Justin had printed.

“Planning for an evening of fucking and sucking?” Brian sneered.

Justin had had it, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Nothing.” Brian growled.

“Look, I offered to go back to Pittsburgh if that’s what you want...”

“You don’t know what the fuck I want.” Brian interrupted in a menacing voice.

“Well it’s obvious that it sure as hell isn’t me.” Justin spat back.

Brian crossed to Justin in two angry strides and grabbed the younger man - one hand around his neck, the other his ass. Brian gave Justin a heated look before hauling the younger man’s body to his and grinding down on his mouth angrily.

Justin was unprepared for the hostile assault on his body and stiffed against Brian’s demanding mouth and punishing touch. Abruptly, Brian shoved Justin away and strode to the window his back to Justin.

“Brian, can you give me a clue here? I’ve offered to go back to Pittsburgh...” this was greeted by a snort. “...but for some sadistic reason you prefer I stay here so you can punish me. Either you tell me what has you pissed off, or I’m out of here.”

“Sure. Leave. Run away.”

Justin crossed to the window and grabbed Brian by the shoulder spinning him around. “I’m not running away, but I’m not going to stick around and be verbally abused or ignored either.”

Brian looked down into Justin’s face, unwilling to meet the younger man’s eyes, he shifted his gaze beyond Justin’s shoulder and quietly asked, “why did you tell Emmett we were fucking?”

Justin stared at Brian. Is that what this was all about? Justin sighed. “Emmett was pushing me for details about what was going on between you and me...”

“It’s none of his fucking business,” Brian raged.

“Exactly.” Justin pointed out calmly. “It’s none of his, or Ted’s or Michael’s or anyone’s business. So I told Emmett nothing more than he already knew.”

Brian thought about this for a second. Justin was accurate - they were fucking. Another time, another place Brian would have made a similar statement. However, coming from Justin’s mouth it seemed to belittle what was going on between them. It wasn’t like Brian was willing to acknowledge that it was more than that. Then why was he so angry at Justin? It was a cold place to be - the place where he was at.

Brian rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He looked down into Justin’s blue eyes. “If I admitted I’m an asshole, would it make a difference?”

Justin smiled up into those beautiful hazel eyes. He pretty much figured this was as near to an apology as Brian was going to get. “Oh, I have it on good authority that your an asshole.” He reached around Brian and grabbed him by his cheeks. “But I think you could make it up to me...” Justin pulled Brian’s hips to his.

“Oh?” Brian raised and eyebrow, then leaned down to suck on Justin’s earlobe.

“It will involve a great deal of begging and pleading...” Justin teased, then yelped when Brian bit his earlobe.

“You were saying?” Brian raised his head from Justin’s to look into his blue eyes, before going back to continuing to nuzzle Justin’s neck.

“Mmmmmm... Oh yes...”

Brian’s tongue wound a path along Justin’s collarbone.

“Brian...”

Brian’s hand deftly unbuttoned Justin’s cargo pants and slipped inside.

“Brrriaaaannnn...” Justin purred.

Brian’s hand closed over the fabric that covered his target and stroked.

Justin panted as he felt himself lengthen and grow hard.

“More...”

“You want more?” Brian’s hand slid under the waistband of Justin’s boxer-briefs and grazed the leaking slit.

Justin writhed and rubbed his body against Brian.

Abruptly Brian stopped and moved back a step.

Justin’s eyes flew open - what the fuck?

Brian stood there. His lips were curled into his teeth and a grin sparkled in his eyes.

“You little shit! Come back here and finish what you started!” Justin grabbed at Brian’s head and pulled the older man’s lips to his. He could feel Brian’s lips smile as they kissed. Things were going to be okay.

~~~~~~

Brian rolled over on his back, his chest heaving, he turned his head to look at Justin, “That... (huff, huff) had to be... (huff, huff) one of my top ten fucks. We have to fight more often, the make up sex is great.”

Justin rolled onto his stomach and leaned on his elbows, enjoying the softness of the oriental rug against his stomach. “Keep talking like that and you won’t have to wait for another fight!”

Brian chuckled and reached out to draw Justin’s head down to his. They kissed leisurely and Justin rolled onto his back with his head on Brian’s chest. Brian spread his arms and he encountered crumpled paper. Picking up the sheets he pulled them so both he and Justin could look at them.

“So what is it that you have planned for the evening’s entertainment? Other than doing me, of course.” Brian allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up in amusement.

“An evening of dining and dancing in Wheeling.”

“Are you sure we won’t be run out of town? Five fags, we’ll probably be the largest concentration of queers that city’s ever seen.”

“Well, I only found one gay club, so I’m assuming there’s enough queers in town to support it. Of course, we could always check out the muff at the lesbian bar, or go to a straight bar.” Brian shuddered at the thought.

“We’ll go, we’ll dance and I’ll introduce you to fucking in public - Vidi, Vici, Veni.” Brian chuckled.

“I thought it was Veni, Vidi, Vici?” Justin’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I prefer my version.” Brian responded with a laugh.

Justin thought about it, translated it, and laughed. Rolling over again he whispered in Brian's ear, “I think I know just what to conquer to make you come...”

Veni, Vidi, Vici - I came, I saw, I conquered

Vidi, Vici, Veni - I saw, I conquered, I came