CHAPTER 5:  PROMISES

Later that Evening

Brian and Justin sat in the car, after having spent the entire afternoon at DPAA. Both were in a sort of euphoric shock at all that had occurred within the building. “Quick, Brian, blow me!”

The tall brunet burst out laughing at Justin. “What?”

“Yeah, blow me. Pinching me isn’t going to do the trick this time.” Justin turned to look at Brian, shock still evident on his face. “Did all of that really just happen?”

Brian smiled widely at the man who was the catalyst in so many ways for Brian being able to live his dream. He couldn’t believe it himself just yet, but he squeezed Justin’s thigh anyway. “Does this feel real?”

“Yeah,” Justin answered, subsequently licking his bottom lip. He could already feel his pulse quickening at the feel of Brian’s hot hand through the fabric. “But it would feel even more fantastic if you moved your hand up.”

Brian did as Justin suggested, sensuously sliding his hand up the extremity, and smirking when he heard the change in the young man’s breathing. Reaching Justin’s crotch, he leaned in to whisper, “My what a big boner you have.”

“All the better to fuck you with after you blow me," Justin whispered back, barely biting back a moan as Brian rotated his palm against his cock. 

“Closing business deals make you horny, huh?” Brian husked out, becoming aroused himself as he watched Justin’s pelvis shift slightly in an effort to get more of his dick into Brian’s hand.

“You make me horny; closing the deal and getting what we wanted was just the added bonus. Fuck me, Brian!”

Brian chuckled at Justin’s eagerness. “This car is too small for that. You could dislocate your ass in here, and then where would I have to stick my cock?”

Justin opened his eyes then, looking at Brian closely for a second. His arousal was still elevating rapidly, but he needed confirmation of what he thought Brian’s insinuation meant. “So no random take out tonight?”

Brian licked his lips, staring into the blue eyes he wanted to drown in. Shaking his head slightly, he said, “No. In celebration of a major accomplishment for both of us, I’m eating at home tonight, no matter what we do.”

“Oh fuck,” Justin moaned, feeling his body jerk involuntarily at Brian’s declaration. “I won’t last until we get to the hotel.”

Instead of answering right away, Brian popped the trunk on the Jaguar F-TYPE R convertible, and got out, leaving Justin puzzled at first. He moved stealthily over to the passenger side where Justin was. Opening the door quickly, he captured Justin’s right wrist and yanked him out of the car, barely leaving enough room and time for Justin to shift so he didn’t bang his knee. At the exact moment of impact where Justin’s chest touched Brian’s, the young blond’s entire body shuddered in anticipation. He looked up into the hazel eyes of his lover, sparking with both arousal and mischief, and Justin couldn’t help but smile back.

Justin snickered. “I’m about to be fucked in the trunk of a one-hundred thousand dollar car. This will probably be one of the most expensive orgasms I have in my life.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Sunshine. I’m known to have quite expensive taste.”

“Oh really?” Justin dared, even as Brian half-dragged him to stand in front of the open portal of the car.

Instead of answering verbally, Brian applied a firm palm to Justin’s backside, causing a laughing moan from each of them. Neither could help but think of their first morning together where Justin had said those same two words when Brian threatened to spank him. “So what do you think, Sunshine? Should I give you the ride of your life right here in full view of the building?”

“Yes,” Justin hissed, already undoing the clasp on his slacks. Sure they were in the parking lot, and everyone including Dee and Marcus, as he preferred to be called, cleared out already, but it was always the idea that someone could be watching that appealed to the exhibitionist streak openly celebrated in both Brian and Justin. 

“Well then, your wish is my command,” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear as he reached into his jacket pocket for the requisite items. 

There was no time to be wasted in prepping the hot blond to receive what Justin’s writhing body was begging for. Their coupling would not be slow and easy as both needed to be grounded in the best way possible. The day had been unbelievable, especially for Justin in hearing that not only would he be working with Brian directly, but that he would be making the same salary as an actual first-grade artist within the company. Although thirty grand a year might seem like peanuts to some, as an almost-nineteen-year-old student, it was a fucking fortune to be just starting out with. And that didn’t even include campaign bonuses and his impending dividends from the investment he planned to make in the company using ten percent of his salary as a base to get started. 

Michael and Lindsay would shit bricks if they ever learned of it, but more important to Justin was that he wasn’t going to have to endure any more gold-digger insinuations coming from Michael Novotny. It was funny to Justin that Michael constantly commented on the disparity of incomes between Brian and Justin when he had a Sugar Baby Complex of his own to deal with regarding David. While Michael worked at the Big Q, making just barely above minimum wage as a thirty-year-old man, David, who was Michael’s senior by fifteen years was an established medical professional. So if Justin was to be considered a supposed gold-digger, what did that make Michael? And what was Lindsay, who didn’t work at all since the Monday immediately following getting back together with Melanie?

But Justin had to let those thoughts go as Brian began the descent into his depths. The near-silent hiss slipping from Justin’s lips was immediately silenced by Brian’s. As Brian halted his progress to withdraw out of the tight tunnel, Justin’s ass automatically gave chase, causing Brian to chuckle and then moan as Justin chose that exact moment to tighten his walls to keep Brian from retreating further. Brian had no choice but to plunge in yet again, relishing the gasp of surprised delight that emitted from Justin, followed by his own groan of gratification. Not even bothering to try to go slow, Brian set a punishing rhythm while Justin met and matched him thrust for thrust. To any onlooker, the speed and velocity in which Brian and Justin fucked might have seemed brutal, but to each of them it was another slice of their own personal paradise; the thing between them that kept them completely enthralled to each other physically.

“Yes! Yes, harder, Brian… Take this ass and don’t you fucking stop!” Justin yelled, before reaching back to grab Brian by the scruff of his neck, forcing their tongues to dance between their lips together. 

It was decadent and raunchy, and purely sybaritic in any form realized or imagined on either of their parts. And neither showed any signs of stopping or slowing down any time soon. On one particularly aggressive pass to his prostate, Justin cried out in pleasure and shifted his hand down the front of his body to grab his cock. Seeing this from the vantage point over Justin’s shoulder, Brian used one hand to stay Justin’s while using the other to undo his necktie. Brian alternated between short and long strokes, never disturbing the rhythmic flux and flow of his hips. He kept up the alternating staccato movement and long languid pumps which ended with a hard snap of his hips once he reached bottom, even as he forced both of Justin’s hands behind him.

Expertly tying Justin’s wrists, Brian reminded him, “Uh-uh, Sunshine. If I’m eating at home tonight, you’re not allowed to play with my food… at least, not until I tell you to.” Brian leaned forward slightly to grip the young man’s shoulders, giving him just that extra bit of leverage to fuck Justin as hard and as fast as each of them wanted.

Justin shivered at the softly-worded command, even as he once again squeezed Brian’s dick from within. The immediate hitch in Brian’s breathing made Justin chuckle with the realization that just as Brian was controlling him, he held his own set of cards in this carnal contretemps. What fool ever thought that Justin was just some passive mindless twit Brian used as a cum receptacle when he was too lazy to trick? He’d heard himself described that way several times but hadn’t disputed it verbally. No, instead Justin just quietly showed all of Liberty Avenue that if there was ever a man who could keep up with Brian Kinney, it was him, and then drove home the point of exactly WHY he was the only guy Brian fucked more than once when they’d finished playing with others on any given night.

The next several moments were spent chasing climaxes while making sure the other partner was going to be sated and satisfied… Well for a couple of hours, or at least long enough to shower, have dinner, and do a bump or two. If there was one thing they both appreciated in the other it was their insatiable sexual appetites. Brian and Justin were more than well-matched in their penchant for absolute shameless debauchery, and it extended to whatever arena they played in, whether together or separately. But right now the only thing each of them wanted to do was cum, and cum so hard that they nearly blacked out.  

They were of the same mind, picking up speed and power with every thrust. Grunts, groans, and growls along with the constant clapping cadence of skin-on-skin contact were the only sounds to be heard; the siren’s call of the hard fucking going on within the parking lot. Brian untied Justin’s hands just then, urging both of them forward with his own. Placing one each of his and Justin’s on the leaking cock, Brian led the set of hands beneath Justin’s shirt. As Brian took the right nipple-adorned with the barbell- Justin’s hand automatically gravitated towards the left. 

The sudden, increased stimulation caused Justin’s body to bow in reflex, even as his ass gripped Brian’s dick even tighter. “Oh god!” Justin gasped, the sound torn from deep within him.

“That’s right, Sunshine; let me hear you. I want you to always remember this,” Brian mindlessly said, increasing his speed in the aggressive pursuit of his and Justin’s pleasure. “I want you to remember that I’m the only one who can fuck this ass like this!”

“Yes, fucking take it already! Gimme!” Justin responded through gritted teeth. Another animalistic growl tore from him as his and Brian’s joined hands sped up while jerking his cock. The fingers of their hidden hands rhythmically kneaded and circulated his nipples in tandem with the pumping of their hips. Justin shouted again, “God, yes!”

“Cum,” Brian demanded, redoubling his efforts. As if it were possible, Justin’s ass seemed to have become a nutcracker. “ARGH!” Brian nearly screamed, even as Justin groan loudly before whimpering immediately afterward. It was then, and only then, that Brian let himself go.

After countless minutes, and the restoration of their breath, both men chuckled low before guffawing loudly for seemingly no reason at all. But they knew why… It wasn’t every day that a person was writing their own ticket, and successfully designing the life they wanted. But Brian and Justin had done that within the building attached to the parking lot they had just fucked in. It was still quite surreal to both of them that they were being sought after, not the other way around. And only after the individual terms were laid out and accepted, they’d allowed themselves to be caught by a company that undoubtedly respected their talent.

Justin chuckled as he straightened from his bent position, halfway inside of the trunk. “I think we just more or less redefined the idea of putting good karma on a new venture.”

“I suppose so. I mean, while others are managing to fuck up their chances to have the life they want…”

“You mean Mel and Lindsay? Or more specifically the latter to be exact.”

Brian nodded. “While Lindsay is managing to ruin everything she said that she ever wanted for her life, you and I are busy doing what’s necessary to see our goals fulfilled.”

“I think that speaks more to the caliber of people we are, Brian. Besides, until Lindsay accepts that what she wants will not happen, whether we are together or not, she’s always going to have these particular problems. It doesn’t help that she’s been spoiled and pampered all her life: first by her parents, then sheltered by you, and coddled by Melanie, but like any child, she has to learn that she’s NOT the center of the universe. It’s kind of strange that she hasn’t quite grasped that concept yet, considering the contention between her and Lynette. I just can’t figure out why she behaves as if she has only child syndrome when she’s never in fact been an ONLY child.”

“Figure that out, Sunshine, and you will have proven your genius to the world. It’s one of the most unanswerable questions ever put into the atmosphere concerning Lindsay Peterson,” Brian said, and then sighed. “Look, let’s not ruin our high in any capacity by trying to figure out another person’s problems. We will soon have our own. Plus, tomorrow afternoon we’re supposed to go and look at our temporary home until we find our own, before going back to Palm Springs for one last hoorah before reality really sets in. Let’s go back to the hotel, shower, change, and do what we do best.”

“Work like dogs, party like fiends, and fuck like the sybarites we are… sounds damn good!” Justin laughed as he got back into the passenger side of the car. 

Just shy of two hours later, Brian and Justin were making good on the second part of their plan. Dripping with sweat inside a club possibly even better than Babylon on a celebratory weekend, they grinded on each other, uncaring of the many stares and predatory looks coming their way. Brian was making good on his declaration to only fuck with Justin tonight, so Justin wasn’t even halfway interested in the numerous invitations to fuck an anonymous ass. Both of them were high as hell, and feeling absolutely no pain, while realizing that they would have to curb such activities of recreational drug use if they were going to exceed all expectations, including their own. And Brian and Justin were overachievers by nature if nothing else. 

So they were determined to make the most of the last few days where they could be worry-free before the endless game of subterfuge began. Brian placed another tab of the E that Jag had left for them on the tip of his tongue before kissing Justin deeply. As the younger man reopened his eyes, it was to find Brian staring hard at him. Instantly, Justin reached up to wipe at his nose. As he scrunched it adorably, Brian couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What?” Justin asked. “Is there something on my face?”

“No, you’re just cute.”

“Did you just call me a puppy?”

“Huh?”

Justin laughed before responding, “Only puppies, babies, and fools are cute. Since I scored 15...15… something even higher than I am right now on my SAT, and I fuck like a man, not a baby, it only leaves you calling me a puppy.”

“Well, you are really soft and pettable.” 

Justin snickered again, “Bite me.”

“Okay.” And Brian bent his head to do just that, amid the giggles and deep chuckles emitting from both of them. What the fuck was in that E?!

Anyone hearing this conversation would have probably had a coronary hearing probably the most articulate men of their acquaintance, speaking as if they were teens- nevermind that Justin was one since he tended to act more like a thirty-five-year-old man. And then someone asked the one question that NO ONE, especially Brian and Justin should have heard. 

“Did Chris and Evan really go down the street to do that?” The guy next to them asked his friend.

“Yeah, Munch. They went to the all-night-chapel down on the corner.”

“But wait Derek, didn’t Chris just propose like three hours ago?” 

Derek nodded. ‘Yeah, he did. He said that since Evan had been running from the idea of marriage for as long as they have known each other, Chris wasn’t going to give him a chance to change his mind. The only thing they asked was that we not go down there with them; said they wanted this part done in private, but that they would plan the reception party in about two weeks.”

“And you’re okay with this, Munch? I mean, it’s not like…”

“Whether I am or not doesn’t mean anything, Derek. My best friend and my brother are getting married. And since I love both of them, I can have mixed feelings all I want, but ultimately they boil down to me wanting to be happy for the two of them. I only wish…”

“Hey, someone else will come along. It’s what you tell me all the time. The two of us are still around for a reason, even if our husbands aren’t anymore. It just means that we have to get back to the business of living, my friend.”

Derek smiled at his friend, Munch, before raising his glass. “You’re right, so let’s go on and toast Chris and Evan then. May they have as many happy years as we had with Bo and Chucky, and then even more.”

The two men clinked beer mugs, even as Brian and Justin stood there in shock, listening to the conversation. Brian looked up at the lights and then as if struck by the biggest stroke of inspirational luck, looked down at Justin and said the two words that would change their worlds forever. “Marry me.” At Justin’s puzzled look, Brian tried to elaborate further, but just ended up sounding like he was telling a scary story by a campfire. “The bad people… Mikey and Lindz tried to take my Sunshine away from me. If we do this, they can’t.” At Justin’s continued silence, Brian asked, “You don’t want to marry me?”

Justin giggled. “Of course I want to marry you… but just for tonight.”

“Does that make you Cinderella?”

“Huh?”

“You know, you do kinda look like her, you know? All that blond, and all.”

“Fuck you, Brian! I’m not a girl!”

“Later; I’m too busy right now trying to say why you should m- marry me. So yeah, Cindefella to my Prince Charming would do nicely. But then again, since I’m everybody’s favorite Peter, maybe you could be my Tinkerbell? They said she was a girl, but personally I just think she liked to dress in drag.”

“You’re an ass, but yeah. Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Do what?” 

“Brian…”

“Say it, Sunshine,” Brian ordered pulling Justin towards him. He wrapped his arms around the young man, falling into the blue that shone back at him. “You really are beautiful, you know?”

“So are you,” Justin answered quietly. “Yeah, Brian. I’ll marry you... until morning.”

PRESENT DAY

“I really should hunt Jag down to find out what the fuck was in those E tabs he gave us. The shit had a delayed reaction, where it hit you all of a sudden,” Brian said, as he pulled Justin closer.

“Yeah, we should. But…”

“But?”

Justin snuggled into Brian’s side even further before saying quietly, “I can’t even bring myself to care… as long as it got us here, even if it was only for a few days compared to a lifetime. It’ll be worth it to me.” 

Brian looked down at him, tilting his head to the side. Remembering the morning after, he supposed that it was a good thing they couldn’t find the certificate anyway since he ended up paying for the three broken lamps he and Justin smashed in an effort to consummate the marriage. At first, when they’d woken up the next morning, they thought it was some kind of weird shared delusion. But hearing Dee and Marcus congratulate them on their impromptu wedding at the all-night chapel, had them looking at them in panic and paranoia thinking they were having them followed during their visit to the west coast. They just knew too much about Brian and Justin’s personal lives for either of the two men to be comfortable. 

But as it turned out one of the men, Chris, worked for DPAA and told the brother and sister of the couple who had gotten married right after him and Evan; that they were the same two people from Pittsburgh, who were in the process of relocating to California in order to work at DPAA. When Dee explained just who Chris and Evan were within the company, it put things in perspective for Brian and Justin the way nothing else could. So outside of not being able to find the marriage certificate to confirm that it really happened, they made a joint, conscious decision to table the entire episode until they returned home to start relocating their lives. So finding it this morning when they were just about to leave for California again- this time as new residents, instead of just visitors- Brian had to ask Justin what he wanted to do. They went into all of this together, and they would remain together, but how was completely up to them.

Drawing Justin closer again, Brian kissed his forehead. “You know, I can’t bring myself to care either. So do you want to do this as a trial period?”

“Trial period?”

Brian nodded and then sighed. “Yeah. Sunshine, neither of us had planned on getting hitched. I mean, for you it might have been a thought, theory, or reason to leave me eventually…”

“Brian…”

“No, Justin. That’s the reality of it. You may have been ready for that next step, but there wouldn’t have even been the guarantee that I would have been. Even now, I have my doubts about everything, but I’m willing to try.”

“And what if being married is surprisingly agreeable to you; will you still want to be or will it be a situation where you say, ‘Okay, it was okay, I survived, but I want my bachelorhood back?’ Then what?”

“I think that’s why I want the reevaluation period between us… And who knows, it might be you who has those thoughts. I mean, you’re only…”

“I know how old I am, thank you,” Justin said a bit testily, but not for the reason one might think. It was more of a self-assurance issue than it was in being mad at Brian for even suggesting a trial period. Sighing, he shifted on the bed to sit up in order to look down into Brian’s face. “I get it, Brian. You want me to be as sure as you are if this is what I want. To that end, I say let’s give it nine months or so.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of ninety days.”

“Three months? Really, Brian? The first three months of any marriage is usually the honeymoon stage, where everything is fucking rainbows and roses. How can we know anything of significance within that time frame?”

Brian thought carefully before answering. “Sunshine, we’ve been living together for quite a while. And while we weren't legally attached, I think we’ve surpassed even some of your parents’ arguments. And they were married for YEARS. So to me, we’ve already seen some of the fucked up shit that can happen when the two of us argue. We’ve said shit that can’t be taken back, no matter how much we want to. But this time, it will be different because we can’t just walk away.”

“Is that what you want? The freedom to leave whenever things get shitty between you and me?”

“I’m not saying that, only that you may want to.”

It was Justin’s turn to silently process what Brian was really saying. He shook his head slightly, thinking, even in this, he’s trying to do what he thinks is best for me. He closed his eyes, fighting back the emotions that were threatening to spill over. When he opened them again, it was to find Brian staring at him with a solemn look on his face. “When will you ever learn to do and say what it is YOU want, as opposed to thinking of my needs? We’ve spoken of this before.”

Brian huffed a small laugh. “It’s a process, Sunshine. Years of conditioning to undo. I just don’t want you selling yourself short, even when it comes to being tied to me.”

“Why do you think of yourself as some sort of suffocating noose? You’re not, Brian.” Justin caught Brian’s face in his hands before the man could turn away. “You’re not.”

Brian nodded, closing his eyes before Justin saw too much. In truth, Justin always saw too much, but this time he was in a position to look deeper into Brian’s soul, and he wasn’t ready for that. Clearing his throat, Brian said, “Okay, Sunshine, here’s what I want to do: everything between us pretty much stays the same as it is between us now. The only difference is that we trick together…”

“We already do.”

“No, I mean it’s OUR pick, or no one, except for the times we are out of town and away from each other for extended periods. Then we’ll have to discuss the arrangements and come to an understanding about what’s expected on both our ends. And we'll tell each other. So if you don't hear it from me directly, it didn't happen.”

“That sounds fair and the same goes for me. No one will be able to start shit that way. However, if this marriage no longer suits either of us, we separate on paper, while trying to figure out if we still want to be together. This way it keeps you from being trapped, and it gives me…”

“A chance to grow and change without the added pressure of being married by society’s definition, but our own standards of what it means to be so.”

“So no ninety-day rule?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Can we fuck now?”

“I thought you would never ask… but then when have you ever needed to?” Justin asked rhetorically as he got up to shed his clothes. “And then later, we make our final rounds together, before boarding the plane to California even though some will know that it's where we're heading while Lindsay, specifically, won't. What are you going to tell Melanie?”

“What I said I would. I spoke to her late last night when I was sure she and I would be able to have a private conversation. And I already gave her a dollar this morning when I went out to Del's for us, so she’s under attorney-client privilege.”

“And how did she take it?”

“She said she can’t wait for the fireworks.”

“I imagine that she can’t, but it’s time to light some dynamite of our own,” Justin said, sliding his body upon Brian before they were face-to-face again. “Don’t worry, Brian. We’ll get it right.”

“I know.” And he did...

THE END OF INSTALLMENT ONE...