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Brian watched as Justin crossed the threshold of his loft with the relief they were here once more, and yet, concerned over the sadness that suddenly afflicted his beautiful blond. "It went well, Justin, and it's better she heard it from you than the press. You were fortunate we got to her first."

 

"Yeah," Justin agreed, before slowly sitting on the expensive upholstery that centered the large room that Justin had only briefly admired on his first visit. "I hate to think of Mom finding out about what my dad did to me over the news media."

 

"Your mom is a classy lady." Brian smiled as he remembered their formal meeting and her instant disapproval upon realizing how he had met Justin. She was so proper in her questions. Mother Taylor asked pointed questions, yet she did so without being overtly rude. Brian found himself answering her without thought, although, as he recalled the telling blush on both mother and son's faces, he had been a bit more explicit than either of them wanted. Regardless of that, Justin's mother was now more than aware of his intentions toward her son.

 

"She'll be fine. I'm just glad they were divorced when all of his plotting happened." Justin looked curiously at Brian who slowly was removing his coat and hanging it in the nearby closet. "Did you get in touch with Melanie?"

 

Nodding, Brian moved to the bar and poured himself a tall glass of Beam. He tossed most of it back in one swallow, answering caustically, "Yes, the barracuda... I mean, Melanie, was very relieved to hear of Stockwell's capture."

 

Justin chuckled at Brian's reference to Melanie. In truth, he could see how he could call her that. She was a true fighter in every sense of the word. He had been fortunate to have her on his side, regardless of the evidence supporting his case to the fullest. "So... it's really over. All except for Chris standing trial."

 

Brian motioned toward his bottle of Beam, asking Justin with a raised eyebrow if he wanted a drink. When Justin declined with a motion of his hand, Brian laid his now empty glass down on the bar, before moving over to him. "I've heard through the grapevine that the wheels of justice might move fairly quickly."

 

"Isn't that strange with Stockwell just being arrested?" Justin asked in astonishment.

 

"Not so surprising. This entire case casts a very unfavorable look on the Pittsburgh Police Department. I'm sure the Mayor will deem that speedy justice will push this to the back of the newspapers more quickly." Brian had no problem with that eventuality. The odds were that based on Hobbs' crime, he would be placed in his prison. That was a meeting, and a prisoner he didn't mind having under his control. In fact, he planned on some poetic justice to be the end result.

 

"God... I hope he gets what he deserves," Justin muttered bitterly. He looked over as Brian sat down beside him, an almost reflective look on his face. "On the other hand, though, if not for him and that horrible set-up, we would have never met. So, I guess I can't despise Chris Hobbs completely."

 

Brian rolled his lips under, as his hand reached out to grasp Justin's, his thumb slowly, yet sensuously rubbing across the back of his hand. His eyes stared intently into Justin's when he huskily murmured, "That would have been a tragedy for sure."

 

As always, Justin felt himself lost in that penetrating gaze. He had already accepted there was nothing like that deep, intense gaze; it swallowed him up whole, it made him feel like a man in more ways than he'd ever imagined feeling. This man had brought so many changes to his life; Justin didn't doubt that more would follow. There was nothing he wanted more than a lifetime with this arrogant man, yet a man clearly with some deep feelings. The more he learned about Brian Kinney, the more he craved to know.

 

Justin's voice lowered, as he looked down, then back up from under his lashes, a sultry smile suddenly curving his lips... a come hither look upon his face that he knew the lusty warden wouldn't be able to resist. "Well, my dear warden, I don't think you brought me here to discuss the future of Chris Hobbs. Unless, of course, you changed your mind about still wanting me so badly..."

 

It only took the briefest of moments for Brian to make his answer more than known to his teasing lover. Unceremoniously, and totally without warning, Brian maneuvered their positions until Justin was lying flat on his back on the long sofa, his own body smashing Justin's body into the slightly giving texture of the expensive furniture. Brian growled in a deep, primal hunger, before his mouth smothered Justin's beneath his own. It wasn't a gentle kiss by any means... it was a kiss that re-established both possession, and a much-needed connection.

 

Brian found himself content to just kiss Justin for the moment. Although it hadn't been that long, it seemed to have been an eternity in his mind. Re-learning everything about this man was his prime objective. It was a goal he intended to fulfill. He didn't see any real need to rush; even though his cock was throbbing in his pants for a release that he knew had never been fully satiated - a burning need that he knew would always be provoked by this beautiful, and tempestuous blond.

 

Love was still a very unfamiliar, and perplexing variable in his life. He didn't understand it, nor did he intend to spend much time dwelling on that thought. All that mattered now was his full acceptance and his exhilaration that Justin returned the feeling. Brian didn't intend to waste time. He realized he was fortunate that they were together now. One of Justin's many attributes was his giving and forgiving heart. They had come a long way from where they started; Brian hoped that the journey of discovery was only beginning.

 

Justin moaned under the onslaught of Brian's devouring mouth. Nothing in this world felt as good as the knowledge of being the man that Brian Kinney so ardently desired. It was a feeling that was indescribable. He couldn't even attempt it. Even from their highly extraordinary beginning, Justin had been overwhelmed with emotion at being the focus of Brian's interest and lustful intentions. If he was lucky, Brian would desire him in that manner for many years to come. "B-Brian..." Justin whispered raggedly, when Brian finally released his mouth, his hands trembling as they clung to Brian's arms, breathless pants rising erratically from his throat.

 

Brian's hips thrust into Justin's, the clothing that prevented their bodies from fully connecting, doing nothing to hide the arousal that swelled within each man. Reaching his hands underneath, Brian clasped two mounds of perfect ass in his hands, arching his precious lover upward as he began to continuously grind their throbbing cocks together. At this rate, neither of them would last for long. "You are so fucking hot," Brian rasped, as his eyes fastened on the sweat that began to run down the side of Justin's face, giving his skin a silky sheen, before falling into the glazed expression in his beautiful blue eyes.

 

"Fuck me, Brian... p-please!" Justin pleaded almost desperately. "I feel like I'm about to explode."

 

"Don't worry, I have every intention of fucking you. It will be an explosion you'll long remember!" Brian's eyes were feral with the wildest desire he'd ever known. Seeing the lust and need, mixed in with the undeniable love he could see in Justin's every expression, made him harder and more frantic to take possession than ever before. This beautiful, special young man belonged to him; Brian knew the same could be said for him too. For the first time in his life, he felt he belonged to another. He was now what had always been unthinkable to him - another half of a whole. In the past, such a thought would have been repugnant. It wasn't now... not with this man. This was where he was supposed to be... where they were meant to be.

 

Justin groaned when Brian removed his weight from his body, a gasp tumbling from his lips when Brian deliberately utilized a motion that dragged their still-clothed cocks against the other. "Fuck, Brian!" Justin grumbled, shakily rising to his feet to accept Brian's hand. "You always make things so hard..."

 

Brian hauled Justin against him, his lips fastening onto the side of Justin's neck. He trailed his tongue up and down, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin. Unable to resist, Brian tangled his fingers in Justin's hair, angling his succulent flesh more firmly against his lips. He had never been a man to be so intensely turned on by playing with a man's hair, not to mention how he felt with his mouth on Justin's bare neck. It was quickly becoming an addiction - one that he couldn't see outgrowing in the near future. Everything about this man, most especially gestures, or touches that led to possessing Justin, had become almost an obsession to him. Brian couldn't envision a time where these specific cravings would lessen. Truth be known, he didn't want any of it to change.

 

He chuckled lustfully, as Justin's words finally penetrated his conscious mind, one hand playing with strands of hair, and the other sweeping down to possessively squeeze the mounds of Justin's ass - each side in turn. "Correction, my boy. You are the one to make things painfully hard - in particular, my cock."

 

Justin moaned at the evocative words. "Well, if that's the case, take me to the fucking bed!"

 

Smiling as he tugged Justin into the direction of the platform-raised bed, Brian swatted him playfully on the ass. "Why do I have the feeling you will always be the bossiest bottom I've ever fucked?"

 

"Hmph," Justin grunted, as he made quick work of stripping his clothes, his eyes watching in open admiration as Brian did the same. "I can't speak about the mindless fools you've picked up in the past... but I'm hoping your list for comparison is shortly dwindling now."

 

Brian paused in his frantic disrobing, to look intensely at his lover; a man that clearly had a few doubts regarding his commitment - Brian intended to clear up any misapprehensions quickly. The last thing he wanted was any further misunderstandings or tension between them. This man meant everything to him. Now that he had finally accepted that fact, putting his feelings into true action was much easier to do. "Justin, I want to be very clear about something. I haven't fucked another man since fucking you. You have effectively ruined me for all others. In simple terms - you are the one I want, Justin Taylor. The only one I want."

 

A dreamy smile came over Justin's face. In an instant he launched himself into Brian's arms, his arms tightly wound around his neck. "I knew you wanted to be with me... even knew that you loved me, but hearing you say you desire only me - well, I- I don't know how to respond."

 

Maintaining just enough space to step out of his pants, Brian rubbed his lower body against Justin's, a growl emitting at that flesh-on-flesh sensation. "It's quite simple, Justin. Tell me that you feel the same... that no other man will be good enough for you."

 

"That's easy," Justin whispered, pulling back to look urgently into Brian's eyes. His eyes locking with an equal intensity that now was burning in the hazel eyes that he adored, Justin reached out to cup the side of Brian's face. "For such an all-knowing man of power, you see very little, warden. It's always been you. From the first moment we touched - it's only been about you."

 

Brian pulled Justin into his arms; his libido was forgotten for the moment as his very soul rejoiced in the words that Justin had just spoken. Justin truly loved him. He had always loved him. Brian turned his lips into the side of Justin's neck as he fervently whispered, "I do love you, Taylor. The past is done. Our beginning starts right now."

 

Later, as the two lovers fell into an exhausted sleep - after tentative plans for the future had been discussed - each man found the most blissful, and restful sleep either of them had ever known. Finally, they could look toward the future. Now that they were together, nothing else truly mattered.

 

TBC

 

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