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Title: Metamorphosis…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3568
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion and Lust…
Beta Queen: Bigj52
Banner: Yvonnereid
Summary: It’s all gone jn just moments - your life changes and there’s no going back. You’re no longer the person you thought you were and you have no idea who you’ll become.
Chapter Summary: Bridezilla and cold feet drive the boys to the edge…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Metamorphosis…
It took losing you to finally let myself love you…
Part Three ~ Torture, Shrunken Heads and Bridezilla
Chapter Nine ~ Pushing, Pulling, Twisting and Writhing…
The stress of the wedding and being overwhelmed by Christmas was becoming too much for Justin as he sat in Starbucks, wide awake, this time contemplating what his dream was all about.
“I think I was right about the dream. It’s just pre-wedding jitters, you know, cold feet. Because we both know that you want to marry Brian more than anything in this world.” Daph finally says.
“Then why do I feel so lost?”
“Have you talked to Brian about this?”
“Not really. I mentioned the dream but didn’t really go into details. How can I?
“Because your subconscious is trying to tell you something.”
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Later that night at dinner Brian asks Justin about his dream from the night before. Justin’s startled but then he tells Brian about the dream, that he’s sure it’s just cold feet. But Brian isn’t convinced and thinks maybe Justin should take some time to think things through.
Justin can’t help getting furious with Brian as he suggests that Justin actually date other people for a month, as in move out. He’s so mad he’s slamming doors and screaming, “Fine, fine but I’m only moving down the hall and I’m not sleeping with you. Asshole!”
“You know. Maybe you’re right. I should go out.”
Justin starts dressing in his tight black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. He almost glows; it’s one of Brian’s favorite outfits. He comes out to where Brian is finishing dinner and says, “How’s this? Do you think I’ll get screwed for sure wearing this?”
It’s hard to say who’s angrier at that moment. Brian can’t believe he’s actually considering going out. They’re in the middle of a fight. Nothing is making any sense… So he spits out. “Go! See if I care.”
Justin slips into his leather boots and grabs his black leather jacket and leaves without saying a word. He gets into the jeep and drives down the long drive, but turns at the stables. Once he’s out of sight he parks and lights a joint. Brian just infuriates him at times; he can’t believe how wrong things have turned out tonight. He’s angry, sad and discouraged.
Justin’s POV
Brian actually suggested that I go on vacation after Christmas until school starts again in January. He said that he’d handle all the wedding plans and I’d get a pre-honeymoon vacation to relax. And if for some reason I really did decide I wasn’t ready he promised that it would all be okay.
But then things just accelerated with me queening out tonight… I really didn’t want to go out. So I got out of the jeep and jogged to the back of the house and took the back stairway up to my studio then finished up the joint. I’m starving so I order a pizza and ask Marco to bring it up when it comes.
Now that I’m good and stoned I decide to vent some of my anger so I strip off my club clothes so I won’t ruin them and decide to be a free sprit like Gus and paint in the nude; it is freeing. I start with a new canvas and decide to use cobalt blue like the sea or the anger in my eyes. Yes, that’s it! I realize I’m frustrated. Why is it that Brian always feels like it’s up to him to decide what best for me?
I get to decide! Another smear, lighter blue, then a jagged line of black… These are my feelings! Stop making me conform to your idea of what I should be feeling!
He takes a wider brush and runs the trail of colors together and watches in wonder as they twist and swirl into multiple lines in the sea of anger.
He stands back, looking at his masterpiece, swaying a little to the song playing in his ears from his I-pod. He still hadn’t noticed Brian, who had taken the elevator up to bring him his pizza and a six pack of Becks beer. It wasn’t until the aroma hits his nose that he turns and sees his fiancé, watching him in wonder.
“Brian”, Justin grins a huge sunshine smile and says; “Oh God, I’m starving…” He leans in and kisses Brian then grabs the pizza box, asking if Brian wants some. Brian says, “I’m not the one that ran out in the middle of dinner. You should have stayed; it was great.”
Now Justin pulls his lips into his mouth and says; “Well, I was having a meltdown at the time. Best to leave, I think…”
“No, no, Justin. The only way we’re going to make it work, is if we stop running away and stay and get it all out - tell each other what we’re feeling.”
“Who are you and where’s my fiancé?”
Justin crawls up into Brian’s lap and says; “I don’t know where my head is at right now. I’m just feeling crazy.”
Brian opens them each a beer and says, “I talked with Daphne and she has to be back from Christmas break January 17th. So I’ve booked you two a flight to Hawaii; now try not to get arrested.
“Oh, Brian, I can’t believe you.”
He starts kissing him, whispering how much he loves him.
“But I don’t want to go without you. Why can’t you come too?”
“You know I can’t. I have business meetings and I’m really behind in my writing. Nate is going to be on my ass after the holidays as it is, besides the obvious.”
“Two weeks! I can’t live without you for that long…”
Brian just grins. He thinks that’s romantic.
“Brian, you know I’m not going to sleep with other guys. I’m just not…”
“It’s okay if you do… I want you to get it all out if that’s what you need.”
“I’m not going back. We’ve been raw for almost ten months now and I’m not going back… ever.”
Yep, totally romantic.
~~~~
“Emmett, I’m so glad you could come out, I need to talk with you about the wedding; I want to hold off on printing the invitations.”
“What! Is something wrong?”
“No, no problem. It’s just that Justin’s going to take a little break and travel to Hawaii for a couple weeks. I want to make some changes to the plans and leave things more flexible.”
“Take a little break? Brian…”
“It’s nothing. It was my idea. He was so stressed out he needs a break and I’m going to handle all the wedding plans with you.”
“Oh great… Just the two of us… ”
“Now I’ve changed my mind on the flowers. I want something simple and elegant, like long tall vases of Birds of Paradise. And I don’t think we need to wear corsages - that seems too formal.”
“Too formal? You’re wearing tuxedos…”
“Yeah. That’s the thing. I’m thinking maybe I’d rather we just wore suits.”
“Brian, what’s going on? Do you want to talk about it?”
“I’m fine, Em, really… Now we could use some help with Christmas as well…”
“Christmas? As in this Christmas that’s in five days?”
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Justin was daydreaming, waiting for Daphne to go Christmas shopping; he took an inventory in his mind of what it was he needed to pack to take with him to Hawaii. This is such a surprise and he thinks maybe Brian’s right - he feels like things are completely out of control.
The funny thing is that the only thing that seems to calm his nerves is the idea of holding his daughter. Daphne sits down across from him and asks how he’s feeling. She’s so excited to be going to Hawaii over school break. Hell, she’ll marry Brian if Justin backs out.
“I was just thinking about Darryl. I can’t wait until she gets here.”
“You look so happy just thinking about her. See, that’s how I know that all this is just cold feet.”
“I know you’re right. I do love him so much and Darryl…just thinking about her melts my heart.”
“You want this so bad. It’s just that the timing got so screwed up. Darryl wasn’t supposed to be arriving for another six months to a year. That’s your problem, but that’s life. Isn’t it always what you least expect.”
“I do really love her so much already…”
“But you know, I think Brian’s right. Darryl is a boy.”
“I’m ignoring you… I need to start planning the nursery and playroom.”
“I don’t think you’ll need a playroom for a year or so and I’ll help with the nursery.”
“You’ll have to talk with Mr. Kinney; he has some very specific ideas. And of course he’s hiring the same company that child-proofed the whole house.”
“I want to paint the walls a moss green and paint a forest mural on the walls. Brian says I’ll scare the baby; he’s probably right but I could do Gus’s room that way.”
“I think it sounds totally cool, but for a baby you need something soft and cuddly. Like Care Bears or Thomas the Tank Engine.”
“Oh God, I’m going to be sick… That’s so commercial.”
“You are marrying Mr. Commercial, you know.”
“Not in his personal life…”
“No, of course not… Prada, Gucci, Calvin Klein, Valentino. Need I go on…?”
“It’s different”
“Yeah, he’s a snob - a rich, gay snob…”
“Are you insulting me and my husband?”
“You betcha!”
“I already feel so much better.”
“Good! Now I’m going to give you your Christmas present early because, well, I had to beg them to give these classes. They’re scuba diving lessons, just the basics. We’ll learn in a pool, starting this afternoon and have classes every day until we leave. Then we’ll meet up with Don’s brother, Dan who runs a scuba diving shop in Hawaii.”
“What! Wow! Really? We’re going to learn to scuba dive, today?”
“Yep, that’s the plan.”
“What about Christmas shopping? I need to get some presents.”
“Have you heard of the internet and overnight shipping?”
“Daph, do you think it’s okay if we change the tickets until January 1st? I really want to spend New Years’ Eve with Brian, especially since I’ll be gone for so long afterwards.”
“Soooo long! Two weeks! God, you have it bad! I can’t wait until someday I feel that crazy in love with someone myself.”
“I don’t know, Daph. It makes you do crazy things, the passion is so strong. Like Brian - he’s convinced himself that he’s going to walk again and I admire that, but I worry that he won’t be able to achieve that goal and it will crush him. He’s not ready to accept that he really might not walk again and I’m scared to death of that too.”
“You have to think positive.” She says, knowing that Brian’s already able to walk with assistance in the pool. He still has three months before the wedding and a good chance of walking with a walker. But walking unaided - he’s so much further along that anyone expected.
She’s honored to be in Brian’s inner circle of trust as he wants so badly to give this as his wedding present to Justin - the man who more closely resembles the one he fell in love with five years ago.
“I knew you’d want to spend New Years’ Eve with Brian so I asked him to change them. Besides, we need our scuba lessons and will still have two full weeks. Maybe we can learn to surf too…”
Then she squeals and they both do a happy dance as they get up and make their way out of Starbucks.
~~~~
Emmett’s just finishing up the Christmas party checklist with Brian as he works out with Ben and Bruce. He’s bench pressing his upper body strength as well as working on toning and developing muscle control and strength in his legs. He’s actually a lot stronger than he realizes; he just can’t feel it yet.
His nerve endings have re-grown and attached themselves almost all the way down his legs. Now it’s at the point where Brian’s feet often feel like they’re stinging or burning, or just plain asleep with the pins and needles along with the fuzziness that drives him crazy.
He knows he should have told Justin how much sensation has returned, but this is his surprise and Sunshine will just have to wait.
“So you understand that I don’t like Christmas colors - no red or green.”
“Got it.” Emmett smiles - just like I got it the first dozen times you said it.
“So blue, silver and white, maybe some gold, but not much. I like silver.”
“Got it.” Em wonders how long it takes for him to get dressed or if he has his big walk-in closet catalogued by days or occasion. He can just see his valet holding up outfits for hours on end as Brian drinks cappuccino.
“Em, Emmett, you in there?”
“Yes, Brian, where were we? Okay, so we’ve placed the order to be overnight couriered from New York Tiffany’s fine crystal ornaments collection.”
They’re both co-ordinated to match each other and it has cost a small fortune. Brian has also asked them to send a few other gifts along. While he had them on the line for almost two hours as they worked with Emmett, Brian cruised the website with a live salesperson who helped him select jewelry and various presents - a set of lamps for Justin, some knick-knacks for Deb, and so on…
~~~~
It’s getting dark out and Gus is sitting on Brian’s lap as he waits for Justin to return from his first scuba diving lesson. He can’t wait to hear all about it; he knew when Daphne mentioned it, it was the perfect accompaniment to the vacation. Gus is sipping ginger ale as Brian sips a Jack Daniels. Gus likes that it looks like he’s drinking a grown-up drink.
Brian can’t help thinking that this time next year he just might have two children sitting on his lap on Christmas Eve. It’s the first time since his childhood that he’s allowed himself to feel the excitement and wonder of the season. So many years of his father getting drunk and tripping on his new toys and breaking them but now he knows he can change.
The boys finish up their drinks and Jennifer comes in to get Gus all tucked into his winter coat, scarf and mittens. He looks more like an abominable snowman than a little boy. Of course Brian thinks he looks adorable in his new Prada coat. Even if it is a little too big right now, he’ll grow into it.
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Brian sits in the dark, watching the glow from the fireplace, wondering what life will bring in the next few months. Will he and Justin find their way through? Is it all just pre-wedding jitters or is he finally realizing what he would be sacrificing to live a life with him? He drains his second glass of Jack and wonders why Justin isn’t home yet; the house is so dark and quiet without him.
Brian fell asleep in front of the fire so Justin made dinner and then woke his sleeping partner to a late supper. He explains that after he dropped Daphne off, he went Christmas shopping at the mall. He’d called and talked to Marco who said Brian was napping.
“I hope you weren’t worried.”
“No, of course not.”
“I know it’s after seven, but I made linguini with white clam sauce; it was fast and easy and I know you like it. Do you want a glass of wine or anything else?”
“Water would be great, and this garlic bread is pretty good.”
Justin thinks, yeah he loves my cooking. Pretty good in Kinney-speak means fantastic.
“This sauce seems to get more perfect each time you make it, it’s amazing. It’s loaded with carbs but I can work them off after dinner.”
Now Justin just grins, feeling excited about later; he tells Brian about his day and of course, the scuba diving lessons. How incredible it’s going to be in Hawaii and he thanks Brian again for trying to help him overcome the anxiety he’s experiencing.
Brian’s glad that he seems more relaxed so maybe everything will be alright after all, maybe…
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Justin’s POV
We spend a long romantic evening in bed, in front of the fireplace. I massaged Brian’s muscles back and front, helping him relax to my touch. I can tell he’s stressed and concerned about where my head is at and that I’ll leave or at least change my mind.
But I’m not. I think we both just need to talk with Dr. Wilder. The holidays are a hard time for Brian then add the wedding, a baby and me freaking out. Yeah, he’s allowed to be concerned about the future, but like I said, I’m not going anywhere. And if our marriage did get to a point that it was more open, I know we can deal with that as well, right?
We make out, rutting against one another, holding each other close. I decide that I want to take him from behind, just like the second-first time for us - slow and gentle. I want to make him feel loved so that this is just another beginning for us, not the end.
I climb over him and lay next to him and I’m surprised how easy it is for him to roll onto his side. I’m totally impressed but I don’t say anything. I just grin with excitement, I’m so proud. I kiss the side of his neck just under his left ear that I know drives him crazy with yearning and whisper; “Is this what you want? Do you want my big wet cock?”
Justin’s voice sounds so commanding it totally puts Brian’s need into overdrive as he whispers; “Oh God, yes, hurry. I need you!”
Justin spreads Brian’s legs and runs his weeping member across Brian’s penis and continues along the path, poking and teasing just a tad across his perineum. Brian’s breathing has become ragged and his longing for cock is overwhelming as his own penis is dripping and oozing down his abs.
“Justin, please, I need you.” He whispers.
The art of teasing is a lesson well taught by Professor Kinney and Justin can’t help letting it linger just a bit more. He then decides to take Brian’s balls into his hand rotating them slowly, letting Brian enjoy each and every sensation as it washes through him. He brings him closer to climax by working his shaft, making him surrender to him within just minutes.
While Brian is still catching his breath, shaking with intense gratification Justin takes the opportunity to enslave the beast as he slips a cock ring onto his partner and the cool metal reacts with his hot flesh. Justin works his perineum muscle again without touching any other part of him and he’s hard as steel…
Brian is so worked up and ready; he loves an aggressive Justin. It turns him on so much it’s crazy; his boy is growing up into a man. Justin climbs up his back and mounts him; running his wet penis up and down his crack, meeting a nice juicy rosebud waiting to be plucked.
It only took a couple of strong, hard pushes to fully penetrate Brian’s wet canal. Justin shivers as he slides inside his lover and knows he’s home. Whatever reservations he was having that last few days were melting away. He knows where he belongs, where he will always belong.
Justin kisses the back of Brian’s neck and shoulders as he waits for him to adjust; he couldn’t help sucking ever so gently again and again, leaving a bright red hickey, something for Brian to see while he was gone. He releases his lips and kisses Brian’s cheek as he whispers, “Ready?”
He puts one palm flat against Brian’s stomach and the other on his hips as he starts sliding in and out of his fiancé, creating wonderful friction, pulling both of them closer. Brian’s throbbing with need, bound in his metal prison, waiting for his pardon from the Governor.
But the warden is relentless, as he takes his pleasure out on him, slamming into Brian’s prostate again and again. Brian’s almost ready to beg Justin to release him but he knows this game too well. He’ll wait until Justin’s so lost in his fuck he can’t hold back anymore. He also knows Justin can’t hold out anywhere near as long as he could as a big bad top.
But that’s okay with him. Justin’s young with needs and desires. Brian’s getting a good workout and he now understands Daphne and Justin’s private joke. (Daph told him) about the “wide receiver”. I’ll be your wide receiver any day, baby… Brian thinks to himself.
Justin’s so close he can’t hold back any longer. They’re really working themselves against one another. He rests his head on Brian’s shoulder. Reaching around with a couple more spot-on jabs to his prostate, he releases the cock ring and Brian shoots all over his chest and neck like a fucking volcano, just as Justin comes, crying out his name in intense passion.
They’re both completely drenched in sweat and cum. Just another night at the Taylor-Kinney residence.
TBC…
