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"A private jet? Seriously?" Justin's eyes bulged as he looked around at the aircraft that was obviously Brian's personal plane.

 

Brian's expression was blank as he buckled himself in, his hand waving impatiently while he waited for Justin to do the same. "Buckle up, Justin. At least until we're airborne."

 

"Unbelievable. Why would anyone need a private jet?" Justin grumbled, not realizing how he took the seat closest to Brian, when several other options had been available.

 

"At times like these," Brian answered blandly, his eyes closing as his plane began to taxi down the runway.

 

"I guess you really are rich." Justin shook his head as the reality completely settled in. Of course, he'd known Brian to be financially very well off... but a private jet, well, that took him to another level. His success was undoubtedly immense.

 

Opening his eyes, Brian smirked at the amazement on Justin's face, a thought immediately coming to mind on how he could make this a much more memorable experience for the anxious blond. "I believe that has already been established." Brian's gaze lowered to Justin's lips, as always, drawn to the perfect shape and luster of them. He realized it was early days yet, but he couldn't imagine a time that he wouldn't want to taste those succulent lips, and for certain, he doubted he could ever look at them and not want them fastened around his cock. That was a pleasure he had yet to enjoy with Justin - he hoped that lacking to end very soon.

 

Justin groaned. "You have that look in your eye, Mr. Kinney. Even now as we soar up into the sky, your cock is primarily on your mind."

 

"It's all your fault, Justin..."

 

"M-my fault?" Justin began to stammer, at once becoming lost in the heat of Brian's eyes. "How is it my fault?"

 

Brian moaned, to his relief the signal came advising them they were able to move about freely now. He intended to take full advantage of that opportunity. Once they arrived in Pittsburgh, the chances for such a moment might be limited. Brian didn't intend to waste any of them. Reaching out, he traced his finger along Justin's lips; a growl escaping when a gasp slid from Justin's mouth, in addition to Justin's raspberry lips slightly parting for him. "You have a pair of the most inviting lips. I never know what I want to do more - kiss them... or fuck them."

 

Justin was lost in the lust and heat of Brian's gaze. There was nothing like that look Brian got when he was visually saying - 'I want you.' It left him with a feeling of desperation in Brian; almost as if Brian was saying he would go crazy if he didn't have him. The intensity of that desire did things to him that no man had ever done to him. There wasn't a doubt that now was one of those times. "So, uhhh..." Justin began to stammer, his mouth beginning to water at the possibilities. "Which one do you want right now?"

 

His voice a deep, guttural rasp, Brian answered, "I think you know the answer to that..."

 

A sultry smile passed over Justin's lips. The drama of what they could soon face suddenly at the back of his mind. All that mattered right now was this moment with Brian. There wasn't a doubt at all - he wanted Brian's incredible dick in his mouth. Deliberately, he slid his tongue along his lower lip, deftly he unfastened both his and Brian's seat belts, the luxury comfort of the seats allowing him more than enough room to sink to his knees.

 

Brian watched through semi-opened eyes as Justin went to work unbuttoning his Armani slacks and adjusting him to where his cock and balls were fully available. His hand reached down to sift through Justin's hair. He had never wanted a blow job in his entire life, more than right now. Everything was always intensified with Justin. Brian was certain that would always be the way. "Suck me, Justin. No preliminaries. Just fucking suck me!"

 

Moving at more fully uncovering his lover, and gaining unheeded access, Justin looked up, a filthy smile of erotic intentions on his face. There was nothing quite like this man lost to passion... and knowing that he was the one inspiring it, Justin felt powerful. In fact, he felt unshakable. "It's a good thing your demanding nature turns me on... at least at this moment. Lean back and relax, Brian. Let me do all the work..."

 

The warmth of Justin's tongue on his dick quickly pushed every lucid thought to the back of his mind. His fingers moved in and out of Justin's hair, the tips of his fingers applying a soothing pressure on Justin's scalp. Fuck! His tongue felt good. As Justin began his ministrations, starting out slowly, with teasing swipes of his tongue along the top and underside of his dick. It was a common enough practice when beginning a blow job; however, nothing could be classified as common when connected to this hot little blond package. Brian was quickly accepting that to be more than apparent regarding this man.

 

Justin moaned when that sweet, manly scent hit his nostrils; as a result, his mouth burrowed into the balls that were not only filling, but ones that he was suddenly hungry to feel in his mouth. He licked at Brian's dick ravenously, while his lips gently began to pull those enticing organs into his mouth. At Brian's gasp of approval and pleasure, Justin began to suck hungrily on each one in turn. He intended for this to be a blow job Brian never forgot - this was only the beginning of that.

 

Brian began to pant, his head arching back into the cushioned seat. "Oh yeah, Justin. That's it!"

 

His lips sucked and licked at Brian's balls, his face angling in as close as physically possible. Justin reached out and clasped Brian's throbbing cock in hand, slowly he allowed his mouth to be moved away from these tasty treats to focus on the true prize. He sucked just the tip of Brian's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it languorously - almost as if he had all the time in the world. The sounds that were sliding from the throat of this typically in-control man, made Justin feel like he could come directly in his pants. When Brian's moans became even louder, Justin couldn't play this teasing, yet erotic game any longer.

 

Lost in euphoric sensations, Brian's eyes rolled back in his head when Justin finally deep-throated him. Barely, he recognized Justin humming around his dick, his entire attention on the homage Justin was paying to his very needy cock. Fuck, this boy knew how to give head. That was the only coherent thought that went through his mind. Unable to hold back, Brian began to thrust his hips gently into Justin's mouth. It wasn't his intention to take over, nor to overwhelm him. Brian was well aware of how many men struggled with his size of cock; in particular, having him moving aggressively as they sucked him off. Justin didn't seem to have a problem with that. In fact, by the fervor of Justin's actions, Brian knew that Justin was enjoying it.

 

Justin removed his hand from Brian's cock; it was now a hindrance with Brian's thrusts moving in sync with his suckling motion. A cock had never felt so good in his mouth. This was definitely an exercise he hoped to repeat - again and again. As Brian gave himself over to his determined efforts, Justin was fairly certain that this would be merely the first of many such encounters between them. A hungry moan slid past his lips as he drank in every precious mouthful. He didn't intend for one single drop to go wasted. As the vibrations ceased, and his tongue caught the last of the generous offering, Justin moved upwards, straddling Brian's thighs with his own, quickly unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. He realized this was a short flight, and they didn't have much time; Justin didn't intend to leave this plane with this raging hard-on.

 

"Mr. Taylor, you are full of surprises," Brian cooed, before his hand secured the back of Justin's neck in his hand, yanking him forward to smash their lips together, his tongue searching for, and finding Justin's in quick order. He knew exactly what Justin wanted; Brian fully intended to give it to him. His lust had been satisfied mere moments ago... and still, his cock was restoring back to full life. Brian reached a hand down and wrapped it around Justin's dick; his lips never ceased devouring the addictive ones atop his own as his hand began to move.

 

Moaning, yet kissing Brian for all he was worth, Justin managed to reach down between them, his hand finding Brian's cock thrusting against him. They each began tugging on the other, their mouths ravenously entwined. Each kiss only led to them wanting more. It didn't take long for that tumultuous explosion to occur; the need in each of them was just too intense. Justin rode out his orgasm into Brian's hand, their lips never severing the connection. Breathless, and feeling as if he'd just ran a marathon race, and won, Justin restored order to his clothing, flopping back into his seat, his chest rising and falling long afterward.

 

"That was intensely hot..." Brian observed. His own clothing quickly back in place, he absently noted, "First matter of business will be a shower and a change of clothing."

 

Justin laughed. "That's for sure."

 

"It was worth it, though." Brian cast a lascivious look at his young lover. "The mile-high club has never been as satisfying..."

 

"I'm glad, especially since it was another first for me."

 

Brian reached over and clasped Justin's hand tightly in his own. "The first of many others to come."

 

"I hope so." A distant look came into Justin's eyes. The announcement just came over that they would begin their descent in about twenty minutes. He was almost home. A shiver of dread passed over him. Pittsburgh. His father would be there. Even though he was a man now, he wasn't sure he could handle an encounter with him. Justin wasn't certain he could ever go through that again.

 

"Justin, I see that fear that you try to hide. Hear me well. I will NOT allow that man to touch you again. You have my word on that. I can and will protect you." Brian's eyes were fierce with unforgiving rage as he thought of all the abuse Justin had suffered at the hands of his father. Destroying a man had never been as appealing to him as it was now. He would ensure that both his son and Justin were protected; then, the gloves truly came off. He would destroy Craig Taylor and everything he cared about. "Look at me, and tell me you believe that!"

 

Turning his head to fully look at Brian, he could read the determination blazing fiercely in the hazel eyes. "I do trust you, Brian. That's not the problem. I told you that."

 

Brian sighed wearily. He recognized pieces were missing from this puzzle, he had relegated much of that to him feeling out of control. That was foreign to Brian Kinney, and something he didn't do well. "Tell me what frightens you, then."

 

"I know my father, Brian. Hell. I know him too well!" Justin shuddered as the dread fully assailed him. "I feel like we're walking into a trap. Tell me that thought hasn't crossed your mind too!"

 

"It has, I can't deny that." Brian hadn't shaken that thought from the moment he began piecing the connection of Craig Taylor and Gary Sapperstein together. "Ben is already in Pittsburgh. My son is safe, and you are as well. Nothing will happen to change that, Justin."

 

Justin leaned his head on Brian's shoulder, his eyes staring unseeing into the distance. "I hope you're right, Brian. I really do."

 


 

Ben kept his distance as he trailed Craig Taylor, yet, he was close enough to act should the need present itself. Taylor was standing at the edge of the dock, seemingly staring out at the water without a care in the world. Ben's instincts told him that was far from the case. From what he had already discovered, Craig Taylor wasn't a man that spent time walking along the waterfront. He was waiting for someone. It was just a question of discovering who that would be... and if they had anything to do with Taylor's plans regarding Brian.

 

More and more, Ben decided Brian had made the best possible decision. The action was clearly here in Pittsburgh. Ben's jaw dropped open in shock at the two bodies that began walking along the nearly empty dock. Of all places, why were they here? And why now? Hell and damnation, Ben thought to himself. This could be disastrous! He moved forward at a quicker pace, his instincts telling him that his direct involvement would be needed. Ben looked at his watch, immediately realizing that Brian would be moving into his descent now, and how he wouldn't be able to reach him by phone. His options were limited. He would need to handle this without Brian's input. Hopefully, he made the right decision.

 

To his shock, the bodies stopped at Craig Taylor's side. The woman held a small duffel bag in hand, at her other side was a small child pointing exuberantly at the birds landing on the water. Ben's eyes were wide with a mixture of anger and terror. Brian's suspicions were correct, but he doubted even Brian would have suspected her becoming involved with Craig Taylor. His eyes fastened on the duffel bag. More than anything, he wished he knew the contents of it. Ben moved closer, and yet, still tried to keep them unaware of his presence. It wouldn't do for either Melanie or Gus to recognize him - at least, not until he was close enough to grab Gus if the need arose. As a foreboding chill coursed through him, Ben was relatively certain this would escalate quickly.

 

Looking around, Ben made certain Craig was here alone. He had followed him here, so he was certain of him arriving alone... but had others met him - ones that would rise to assist him? That was something that would be extremely detrimental in protecting Brian's son. Ben groaned as he viewed a small minivan pulling up to the edge of the dock. It could be completely harmless, but what if it wasn't? In an instant, Ben made his decision. He needed to get Gus in his possession now. Running toward him, Ben shouted, "Gus! Come to me! I'll take you to your daddy!"

 

"Uncle Ben!" Gus shouted in glee. He began to run toward the man he knew and trusted, when he was restrained by the hand of the man that was a stranger to him. "Let me go! I want to see my daddy!"

 

Craig laughed maniacally. "I want to see him, too."

 

Melanie looked warily at Craig. "Let go of him, Craig. I told you I would only do this if no harm came to Gus."

 

"The boy will be just fine - as long as Kinney follows direction!" Craig snarled, his hand tightening on Gus' arm.

 

Gus kicked out at the man holding him back, his eyes quickly filling with tears. "I want my daddy!"

 

Ben reached them, his hand reaching out to pull Gus behind him. His weapon was already in hand, his nostrils flaring when he bit out - "Go ahead, Taylor, make me use this. I guarantee you - it will be less painful than when Brian gets his hands on you!"

 

"Just let them go, Craig..." Melanie couldn't look Ben in the eye. She had screwed up... and it would cost her - of that she had no doubt. "It's over."

 

"It's not over!" Craig hissed. "Take the kid... and with him, take a message to your employer. He has something that belongs to me; it might be worthless, but I still want it back. Tell him to deliver my son to me - if not, I will take his! Make sure he understands how easily I got to him today. Next time there won't be any mistakes!"

 

Ben began moving backwards with Gus crying and clinging fiercely to him. "You have made the wrong man for an enemy, Taylor. I almost pity you now."

 

TBC

 

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