Brian sat in his car, switching between stations, trying to find some good music for his ears, but so far everything sounded like someone was torturing a cat.
He was pissed. Really pissed. It didn't happen often that clients would not like his presentation, but this was literally a disastrous. He felt like a schoolboy who didn't know what he was doing. In the end it wasn't even about the money that flew out the window thanks to that, but it was more about his ego, which got hit pretty hard. And he hated that the most.
And now he sits here watching all the students leave school in front of him, waiting for his blond head to finally show up. He'd rather do a million other things, but instead he's gonna be his driver. Unbelievable. He could have told him no. He should have told him no. It's not his duty to pick him up so he wouldn't have to take a bus.
But he still sits here, and that feeling deep inside his stomach reminds him that if he really didn't want to be here so much, he just wouldn't be here. And even though it's really hard for him to admit this, he needs him right now - it's hard for him to admit it, because he doesn't need anyone, right? He's Brian Kinney. But Justin is Justin and in some miraculous way he always makes Brian's life better.
But Justin doesn't have to know that.
But what Justin should definitely do is to move his tight ass, which Brian wants to fuck as soon as the loft door closes behind them, and hurry the fuck up. Or maybe he's gonna fuck him right here in this car... quickie in the back seat was always one of his favorites. Foggy windows, tightness around them, uncomfortable positions that are kind of hot.
He really wanted him. Plus, he needed something else to think about - and he needed it fast. But the blond obvislousy diceded to take his time.
So Brian picked up the phone to call him. But of course, he went straight to voice mail.
Fuck.
"Where the fuck are you? You should have been here five minutes ago. I'll wait for two more and then I'll leave and you can wait for a bus."
Twat, Brian said to himself as he hung up and dropped the phone on the passenger seat.
But he really hoped Justin will show during those 120 seconds, because he didn't want to leave without him.
Oh, finally, Brian thought and felt a pleasant feeling around his stomach when he finally saw him coming out of the building. He couldn't help but smile. But it all faded right away the next second, when he noticed that Justin wasn't going alone ... and not only that, he was acting nervous, he was blushing and giggling...
What. The. Fuck?
Who the hell is this guy and why is Justin acting like this around him?
Brian was not far from driving away and leaving him here so he wouldn't have to watch this ... but at the same time he couldn't help but watch it. No matter how uncomfortable it was for him.
But the moment Justin touched the dude's arm, some reflex in Brian made him honked, and Justin immediately frozed.
And fortunately, Justin stopped doing what he was doing. Whatever the hell it was.
Justin then got in the car, and reached to Brian to give him a quick welcome kiss. But as happy as Justin might have been to see Brian, it was clear to Brian that he didn't have that stupid smile just because of him.
"Hello to you too," Brian said ironically.
"Sorry, I'm just..."
"What?"
"Did you see him?" Justin glanced at the stranger.
"It was hard not to."
"Yeah, I know," Justin smiled. "Isn't he fucking hot? He has a great ass ... I was drooling all over him the whole day ..."
"Oh."
"It was really hard not to fuck him in the class..."
"Uh-huh," Brian cleared his throat. "And who the hell is he?"
"My new art professor," Justin grinned from ear to ear.
FUCK.
"His name is Ryan Goodwin. Professor Goodwin. Even his name is fucking hot ..."
Keep talking and I'll kick you out of the car, Brian thought to himself, as he smiled at Justin.
But the truth was, he didn't understand why he felt what he felt. That bitter taste on his tongue. After all, they do this all the time. Right? They fuck around. It is fun. They even tell each other who they fucked. Who made their dicks hard. It's fun!
Right?
So why Brian wants to kill someone right now?
----
For the next two days, Brian heard nothing but Professor Goodwin this, Professor Goodwin that, and it was driving him crazy. Few times he almost even yelled at Justin 'Fuck him already!' so he wouldn't have to keep listening what he was saying. And he really thought things couldn't get any worse ... oh, how wrong he was.
"Oh my god, he's here!" Justin shouted as Brian was ordering their drinks.
"What?" Brian turned to him confused.
"Professor Goodwin ... he's here ..."
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Well, at least now you know he likes dick ..."
"Please, I knew it in the first five minutes with him."
"Great."
"Shouldn't I go say hello to him?"
Brian laughed, "You want to go say hello to your professor in a gay club? Please do it. I want to see that."
"I'm serious."
"Yeah, me too," Brian laughed again.
Justin just rolled his eyes at him and continued to hypnotize his professor. Brian was loosing his nerves, so he picked up his drink and went upstairs to the balcony.
But if he should be completely honest, he went there mainly because he wanted to have a good view on Justin's new object of interest.
Not that he didn't understand what Justin saw in him. Hell, he saw it too, and the truth is, if he saw him first, he would definitely fuck him. Everything about him was fucking hot. And in some ways he saw himself in him. They were similar. And almost the same age. So it made even more sense why Justin liked him.
But maybe that was the problem. Justin can have anyone he lais his eyes on, so why not exchange the old piece for a new one ...
Jesus Christ, Kinney, you are really pathetic.
"Hey," Emmett stood next to him with his typical girly drink.
"What do you want?"
"You looked miserable from where I was standing, so I thought I'd join you and let you insult me for a while to improve your mood," Emmett smiled from ear to ear.
Brian just rolled his eyes and left.
"Or not ..." Emmett said.
Brian went straight to the back room. He needed some distraction, and since Justin was drooling over someone else right now, he had no choice but to find his own toy.
As soon as he saw someone to his liking, he nodded at him and leaned against the wall. The guy went straight to his knees and unbuttoned Brian's pants. Brian was only half hard, so he had to help him with his hand before he finally took him in his mouth. It was fine. But Brian was used to a different standard from Justin.
Fuck.
"Fuck off," he heard suddenly.
Of course. Typical Justin. He can drool over someone else, but once it's me who has some fun, he ruins it.
"Sunshine," Brian grinned. "I haven't cum yet ..."
"Let me take care of it," to his surprise, Justin knelt before him and finished what the one before him started. The difference was that now Brian's dick was fucking hard, how amazing it was. He was moaning like a maniac. Fuck, he loved it. He loved Jus...
"Satisfied?" Justin stood back to his feet and wiped his lips as he smiled.
"Very."
"Hmm. But you could have asked me straight away and not someone else... you know how much I love to give you a blowjob."
"As far as I know, you had some distraction."
"I'm sorry for that," Justin smiled apologetically. "Do you want to go home and fuck my brain out?"
"Yeah."
----
A few days had passed since Babylon, and Brian didn't hear a word about Professor Goodwin the whole time. Under different circumstances, he would have find this as a positive thing, but he couldn't help to think that maybe the reason why Justin is not talking about him anymore is that he fucked him already. Or maybe because there was something going on between them...
Yep, Brian was definitely losing his mind.
But that feeling of insecurity was just there, and he couldn't shake it. This was different from the nameless tricks that they basically shared in bed, which was part of their sex life. But this just felt different and Brian hated it.
This was his professor and Justin will be spending a great amount of his time with him.
"What are you doing?" Brian lifted his head from Justin's lap.
"Nothing." Nothing usually meant something.
"You've been staring at your phone for about 20 minutes and you're quiet ... spit it out."
"But promise me you won't get mad ..."
"You're pissing me off already."
Justin bit his lip and took a deep breath, then turned his phone over to Brian to show him what he was looking at.
Fuck me.
Of course it was a photo of his famous professor.
"What's that?"
"Professor Goodwin ..."
"It might come as a surprise to you but I'm not blind," Brian said sarcastically. "I mean, where did you get that photo?"
"A classmate secretly took a picture of him in class."
"How mature."
"You can't blame her ... did you see what he looks like..?"
"I did," Brian said annoyed and sat up. "At least you can put a frame on that picture."
"Well, I have different things in mind..."
"What?"
"I was thinking..."
"You know how much I hate thinking."
"I know, but you might like this ... how about asking him to join us ..."
"What?"
"Well, you know ... to a threesome ..."
"Are you crazy?"
"Why? It wouldn't be the first time ..."
"He's your professor."
And I'm not going to be the third wheel, Brian snorted.
"Besides, how can you be so sure he would want to? Don't take it the bad way but you don't have to be everyone's type."
Brian knew it was a low blow, but right now he was really pissed.
"I'm aware of that, but thanks for reminding me. But it was just a suggestion ... if you're not comfortable with it, then we don't have to do it ..."
"Comfortable? I just don't find him that hot. But as far as I'm concered you can do whatever you want with him ..."
With that, Brian got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
----
It was friday night, just time to head to Woody's ... the problem was Justin didn't show up yet. Brian was sure as hell that he had school until four, but it was seven already and he still wasn't here. Brian's mind, of course, ran to all sorts of places, which have included Justin, Professor Goodwin, and fucking on the professor's desk ...
"Brian!" Michael waved at him from the pool table where Emmett and Ted stood with him.
"So who's winning?" he asked as he approached them.
"Me," Michael smiled, reaching to Brian for a welcome kiss.
"Of course. But I'm here now, so I'll have to take that joy away from you," Brian took his own cue and stood at the table.
"Where's Justin?" Ted asked.
"I wanted to ask the same thing," Emmett said.
"He's obviously not here," Brian answered, annoyed.
"So where is he?" Michael asked. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's great. Are we playing or what?"
The three of them looked at each other, already thinking that there was some trouble in paradise again. But they learned the hard way not to piss Brian when it comes to Justin so no one said a word.
Another hour has passed when Justin finally showed up ... with that stupid smile.
"Oh, Sunshine," Emmett smiled, hurrying to kiss him.
"We thought you weren't coming," Michael said.
"Yeah, I had to stay in school a little longer, I had some work to do ..."
Everyone could hear Brian snort and they looked at him confused, then they looked back at Justin, who just smiled strangely and went straight to the bar to order something.
"Okay, what's going on?" Michael turned to Brian.
"Um, we're playing pool. That's what's going on."
"I mean with Justin. You're both acting weird."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mikey. Ted, it's your turn."
"Oh, who is this?" Emmett said suddenly and loudly. "Yummy."
The three of them looked at him and saw that he was holding a large paper in his hand.
So Emmett showed them exactly what was on it, and while Ted and Michael were praising the man in the drawing, Brian's blood was boiling.
"You shouldn't have seen that, it's not finished yet," Justin ran to them, all red.
"I'm sorry, Sunshine, but it was sticking out of your backpack and I couldn't resist," Emmett smiled. "But you better tell us who the hell is he and where we can buy him?"
"That's my art professor. He let us draw him today, that's why I stayed late..."
"Oooh," Ted couldn't hide his excitement.
"Is he single?" Emmett asked.
Only Michael said nothing, as he finally understood what the problem between Brian and Justin was.
And Brian could immediately feel Michael staring at him, but he didn't dare to look at him. He just wanted to keep pretending that everything was fine ... because he couldn't afford to let anyone know how much it bothered him.
So he rather went to sit at the bar... also because he didn't want to listen to Ted and Emmett drooling over professor with Justin.
"Hey," Justin sat down next to him after a while.
Brian just looked at him, but didn't answer. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to him.
"Sorry I didn't text you that I'll be late."
"You had your hands full, I understand," he replied ironically.
"I kept you waiting..."
"Don't worry, I didn't wait long."
Justin said nothing, just stared at him for a moment. Then he finally asked, "Brian, are we okay?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm great," he answered, took his drink and went back to the boys.
----
The following days both of them could feel the tension between them. Brian kept his distance, but still hid his feelings behind the familiar 'I don't give a shit' mask, while Justin was waiting for things to cool down.
They barely talked and Justin even had to force Brian to take him to the store with him. By some miracle Justin didn't have to take his own cart.
"Anything else?" Justin asked as he returned with the pasta box.
"That should be everything. Or do you think we need anything else?"
"Condoms. I'm pretty sure we have only few left."
Brian just nodded in agreement, but he didn't seem excited as usual, and then he headed for the cash register.
"I mean, if you ever fuck me again ..." Justin shouted after him, definitely louder than he planned.
"Jesus," Brian turned back to him. "Do you want us to be escorted out of here?"
"No. But I want you back."
"Justin..."
"I get it, you're pissed at me. And yes I admit I went too far ... but this is killing me," Justin walked closer to him, running a finger down his chest. "I miss you."
And it worked like magic. After all, Brian couldn't be mad at him for too long, especially when Justin seemed to admit his mistake.
"Twat," Brian smirked.
"How about we pay and go home where I'll give you the best rim possible, what do you say?"
"That you're reading my mind."
They both smiled and were about to go to the cash register ...
"Oh, Mr. Taylor," they heard suddenly behind them.
And just from the look on Justin's face, Brian knew right away who it was ...
"Professor Goodwin, what ... what are you doing here?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm shopping," he laughed.
Justin laughed too, "Obviously." And then he saw that Brian was ready to kill.
"And you are?" professor turned to Brian.
"Brian," he said, showing no interest in talking to him.
"My boyfriend," Justin added quickly and took Brian's hand.
And Brian couldn't help but smile.
"Oh. Well, you must be proud of him. He is my best student. I'm really sorry I could only teach him for such a short time ..."
"Uh, what?" Brian asked, confused.
"This week is my last."
"I don't understand..."
"Didn't I tell you? Professor Goodwin is here only for a while because Professor Higgins is on a sick leave ..."
Brian couldn't decide whether to kill Justin, because he didn't mention this to him right away and because of that Brian had to get used to the idea that Justin's gonna be drooling all over his professor until the end of his studies ... or kiss him, because that was a really good news.
Thank God!
"I've learned a lot from you," Justin smiled at him.
And Brian was ready to throw up again.
"I'm glad. Anyway, I should go. I'll see you tomorrow, Justin. And it was nice to meet you, Brian."
Brian just smiled, but didn't say a word. And as soon as the professor disappeared from sight, he slapped Justin on the head ...
"Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"Why didn't you tell me that he's here just for a while?"
"I thought I did ... but I guess I didn't ..."
"I'm not even surprised. You've been too busy drooling all over him and inviting him to our bed ..." Brian suddenly realized what he just said and frozed.
And Justin couldn't help but smile widely.
"Don't say anything," Brian said immediately. "Not even a word."
Justin was trying really hard not to say anything but he couldn't help it, "I just... jealousy looks really good on you ..."
"Fuck you," Brian turned on his heels and headed for the cash register. "And don't forget those condoms!" he shouted at him.
"I love you, too," Justin whispered to himself.
The end
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