Chapter 15 - An Open Arse.

By Friday night Brian had decided that enough was enough; he needed to know exactly what was going on. 

He had meant to confront his house guest on Thursday night, as soon as he got home from work, but that plan had been derailed by Gus. Brian couldn’t turn the little tyke away when he called and begged to be allowed to sleep over in his new room. Since the pre-school had the following Friday off, his moms agreed he could spend the night with his dad. So, being the big softie he was, he’d immediately agreed and he and Justin had rushed off to pick up the boy, take him to the Diner for food, and then spend a pleasurable evening together.

Come Friday, though, he no longer had any excuses. Justin had been staying with him for a full week by that point and Brian was still no wiser about what was going on. Something had to change and soon.

Brian had dropped Gus off at his mothers’ after breakfast and then hustled into the office. Ted informed his boss that there still wasn’t any response from Kacmar’s office and the criminal check hadn’t been finished yet either. Since neither had any other ideas how to proceed, Brian knew it was up to him. 

He spent the rest of the morning planning what he was going to say to Justin when he confronted him that afternoon. It was pretty clear, even from that one brief conversation that Brian had overheard, that the kid knew more than Brian did. Which wasn’t tough because Brian knew bupkis. Brian had also noticed the way Justin would constantly look around every time they would leave the house and how he tended to wear a ball cap and sunglasses to partially disguise himself. Whatever the young blond artist was hiding from had to be serious and Brian did not like not knowing what he was up against. If there was some kind of serious threat, he needed to understand it in order to protect himself. He needed to know what Justin knew. 

Brian left work early, too anxious to wait any longer. He made his way inside the firehouse as quietly as possible, trying not to alert his guest to his presence. His plan was to take Justin off guard so the little pretender didn’t have time to deflect or evade Brian’s questions. The house was almost silent when he padded up the stairs. Clearly his visitor hadn’t expected him home at that time of the day, which fit in with Brian’s plan perfectly. 

When Brian walked into the kitchen and saw Justin sitting at the kitchen bar facing away from him he spoke up right away, asking, “Hey, Justin! What do you want to order for dinner tonight?” 

Justin, who had been concentrating on a new sketch of Brian, didn’t even look up at the familiar voice greeting him. He’d skipped lunch, which meant he was definitely hungry. So, without even thinking about the fact that Brian had called him by his real name and had asked him a question in English, he just answered. 

“How about Chinese? I haven’t had . . .” 

Too late, Justin realized what he had done. He looked up to see Brian staring at him, eyebrows raised, and his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, Justin got up from the table, unable to look away from the hazel eyes that seemed to be penetrating directly into his guilty conscience. When Brian didn’t say anything after several long minutes of mutual staring, Justin exhaled dejectedly, hung his head, and left to go pack. He knew he’d been found out and, judging by Brian’s expression, he probably wasn’t welcome any longer. 

When he got to his room Justin let the tears fall. He’d ruined everything. He’d been planning to confess to Brian, tell him everything, and beg his forgiveness, but just hadn’t found the right opportunity. Now it was too late. What had happened downstairs was definitely NOT how he’d wanted Brian to find out about the little deception he’d been practicing. Brian now knew he was a liar and it felt like it was too late to explain everything the way he’d have wanted to. Brian would never want anything to do with him again. The worst part was that he had started to have feelings for the man. So much for sticking around long enough to see if anything might come of the closeness that seemed to be developing between them.  

Justin pulled out the ratty backpack he’d been living out of for most of the past year and a half and began stuffing his clothing into it. His thoughts were whirling crazily. He needed to make some kind of plan, but had no idea what that would entail. He still had no money and nowhere to go. He couldn’t just go home - even assuming his father would welcome him back - or to Daphne’s without fear that he’d put the people he loved in danger. He didn’t know for sure if that Aleksi guy who’d called him was still pissed off about the stolen plane tickets but he didn’t want to risk it. It had only been a week and guys like Aleksi were known to hold a grudge for a lot longer than that. He needed to find somewhere to hide where Aleksi wouldn’t find him; someplace he could continue to lay low for a long while yet. 

The one good thing about Brian finding out, he supposed, was that by leaving the firehouse he’d be removing any threat to  Brian. And, by extension, to Gus. If the bad guys were still looking for him, it was better for all if he was a long way away from Brian and his son. He did not want to put Brian in danger because of what he’d done. So maybe leaving now was for the best even though it hurt to know he’d probably never see the kind, sexy, totally irresistible man or his adorable son ever again. 

Heading back downstairs, Justin saw Brian pacing the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and shaking his head. Without saying a word, he headed straight for the stairs that would take him down to the street and away from the man. He didn’t want to leave but there seemed no other alternative. Was it any wonder that he was dragging his feet, walking at about the same pace as his arthritic old grandfather on a cold winter morning?

It wasn’t until Justin reached the bottom of the stairs that Brian, who’d seemed caught up in his own thoughts, realized the blond was leaving. He moved quickly, practically leaping down the stairs after his retreating guest, and grabbed Justin’s arm. Justin let himself be spun around, assuming that Brian would be angry and probably wanted to yell at him a bit BEFORE officially kicking him out. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brian asked. 

Justin stammered, “I . . . I’m sorry, Brian. For everything . . . I’m going to go . . . I . . . I . . .” 

He wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain everything. He felt so fucking guilty for taking advantage of Brian’s generosity like he had. It was unforgivable. Where did he even start? But suddenly he realized that he owed it to Brian to at least warn him about Aleksi before he left. 

So, taking a deep breath and letting his backpack fall to the floor beside his well-worn sneakers, he started to tell Brian everything that had happened. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you about who I am, Brian. My name is Justin - not ‘Youstin’ - which I guess you must already know . . .” He got a little distracted for a moment but then shook his head and endeavored to plow on. “As you can obviously tell, I’m American; from Pittsburgh even. I was only in Croatia because I got dumped by this guy I’d been traveling with and . . .” 

Justin spewed out the entire story, without pausing, barely stopping long enough to take a breath here and there. He confessed everything, from the moment he’d stolen the plane tickets until he got the angry phone call from a mysterious stranger who called himself Aleksi Kacmar and who threatened to get back at him for ‘fucking up his plans’. When Justin mentioned Aleksi’s name, Brian looked startled. He grabbed Justin by the shoulders and, after pulling him into the den and shoving him down onto one of the plush theater chairs there, Brian demanded that Justin tell him exactly how he knew Aleksi and what had been said in that phone call. 

“I don’t remember it word for word,” Justin admitted. “I was kinda freaked out and panicked. I just remember him saying that he’d seen me stealing the plane tickets from the woman - I think he called her Laura - and that had somehow fucked up his plans. Then he said that NOBODY fucks up his plans. He intimated that he had ‘people’ working in America and that they were going to find me and make me ‘pay’ . . .” 

Justin bit at his bottom lip and took a shaky breath, the mere thought of that phone call making him feel spooked all over again. Looking up into Brian Kinney’s warm, hazel eyes, he almost felt like crying again. Brian had barely moved the entire time Justin had been talking, just standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes hooded and his face a careful blank.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you then, Brian,” Justin continued. “I shouldn’t have lied to you like that. I just didn’t know what else to do or where to go. I was afraid to go to the police because I didn’t want to get in trouble for stealing the plane ticket. And then, when I told my friend Daphne about the call, she got me even more freaked out, talking about the slavic mafia and all. She warned me not to go to the police because you never knew who they’d corrupted and all . . . I guess I thought, maybe, I could hide out here for a while until this Aleksi guy had cooled off. But then, when I realized that by staying here I might be putting you in danger too, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell you everything but it felt like it was too late, and . . .” Justin’s voice faded off into nothing as his confession sputtered to an end.

Once he had finished telling Brian everything, Justin waited as patiently as he could to find out what his punishment would be. He thoroughly expected to be screamed at, accused of all manner of crimes and offenses, and then thrown out on his ass. But Brian merely paced around the room for a minute or two, hands nervously threading through the baby-fine chestnut tresses, his face screwed up in thought.

Justin was about ready to give up, go retrieve his backpack and make his escape, when he got the shock of his life. Instead of yelling at him or throwing him out, Brian pulled the backpack out of Justin’s hand, tossed it aside again, and pulled the smaller man into a crushing hug. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Justin. You’re going to stay right here where you’ll be safe and we are going to figure out what the fuck is going on. I’m not sure myself what, exactly, he wants, but it’s pretty clear that we’re BOTH somehow caught up in Aleksi’s plans,” Brian insisted, sitting down in the chair that Justin had only recently vacated and pulling the blond down so Justin was perched on his lap. “Aleksi Kacmar is the client who hired me to do the US marketing for his eastern European resorts. He’s the one who attempted to send me a fucking ‘mail order bride’, which is why Ted and I were there at the airport to meet you; we thought you were sent by Kacmar. I wasn’t sure what the mix up between sending a woman and a man was all about, but I thought you must be in on whatever Aleksi had planned, which is why I didn’t let on that I knew you were American and spoke English.” Brian looked slightly sheepish as he confessed, “It looks like I owe you just as much of an apology as you’ve given me. I knew who you were almost from the beginning, Justin. I overheard you talking on the phone to your friend the first day you were here. I wanted to try and get information out of you about what Aleksi was up to before I let on what I knew, so I didn’t say anything.”

That caused Justin to snort with laughter. “So, we were both being too sneaky for our own good? Is that what you’re saying?”

“So it seems,” Brian admitted. Then he gave the slender young man sitting on his lap a teasing squeeze and added, “although, it was amusing, spending the whole week teasing you when I knew you couldn’t fight back.”

Justin gave Brian a backhanded slap to the chest and muttered, “fucker!” in an affectionate tone that took all the sting out of the word.

“Not yet, I’m not,” Brian answered while taking advantage of the moment to pull Justin around so the other man was more comfortably straddling his lap. “I didn’t think it was wise to be fucking someone who might be an international conman casing out my home and setting me up for the Croatian mafia.”

“You thought I was part of the mafia?” That had Justin giggling like a nutcase. “Actually, I kinda like that. Only, I wouldn’t be part of the mob. I’d be an independent operator. ‘Justin Taylor, International Man Of Mystery’! I could be, like, a blond Ocean’s 11-type George Clooney, using my hot twink body to lure rich men everywhere into my web of crime and then disappearing with all their money before the cops show up.”

That got Brian laughing too, and they both chuckled along together at the absurd image, until Justin let himself lean forward and ended their laughter with a deep, relieved kiss. Brian was more than happy to kiss back. All the tension that had been building up between them all week was suddenly gone. That little niggling seed of doubt that had held him back from really enjoying his teasing fun with Justin had disappeared. He let himself be kissed by the younger man and, for the first time, he enjoyed it completely without any shade of worry that he shouldn’t let himself go. 

Justin, likewise, felt much freer. Now that he wasn’t pretending to be someone he wasn’t, and his conscience was finally clear, he was a lot less restrained. He took charge of this kiss, demanding entrance to Brian’s mouth with his tongue, nipping and nibbling and devouring the other man’s mouth without abatement. Somehow, in the midst of the kissing, Brian’s fingers had snaked up under the hem of his shirt and, before he knew it, they had to break off the kiss long enough to remove the material. While they were stopped, Justin thought it advisable to do the same to Brian so that, when they did get back to the kissing, they wouldn’t be interrupted again. A second later Brian was also naked from the waist up, which was certainly preferable, because kissing always felt better when there was a lot of warm skin available to touch at the same time.

When they finally separated to get some much needed air into their lungs, Brian cocked his head to the side and asked, “did you hear something?”

Justin, who was too focused on getting back to Brian’s lips, replied with a sunshine smile, “only hot moans and all my blood rushing south.” 

Which must have been the right answer because Brian returned his attention to the way Justin was biting at his bottom lip, a task that kept them both occupied for a long time thereafter. 

Just about the time when the kissing seemed like it would be moving on to something better, Brian pushed him away slightly. Justin whimpered a little. He really didn’t want to stop just when it felt like things were finally resolved. Happily, he soon realized that Brian’s intent wasn’t to stop, but rather to move them to a more comfortable venue. 

“You know, I always did want to fuck George Clooney,” Brian announced, shifting his weight and gripping Justin tighter so that he could stand up with the blond still held tightly in his arms. “But I suppose I’ll settle for ‘Justin Taylor, International Man Of Mystery’ this time, Sunshine.”

Justin laughed, blushing at Brian’s teasing tone, and wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist. “I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you call me ‘Sunshine’?” 

“Because of that amazing smile that lights up everything,” Brian answered, biting his bottom lip when the uncharacteristic confession just came out without him even thinking about it. 

Justin - who apparently didn’t mind the lesbionic sentiment - looped his arms around Brian’s neck and smiled even brighter than before. “Does this mean that, now that everything's out in the open, we can dispense with the teasing and going to bed with blue-balls, and finally get to the good stuff?” 

Brian responded with a growl, leaning in to claim Justin’s lips yet again, grabbing the blond’s hair as he crashed their mouths together in a punishing kiss. Justin got a little lost in that kiss, but when he did finally resurface enough to look around, he found that they were in the elevator on the way up to the main floor, his thighs still wrapped firmly around Brian’s waist so that they didn’t have to stop kissing for even a second as Brian carried him from the lift back to the bedroom. Fuck he loved this side of Brian. Being totally manhandled had always been kind of a thing for him; strong men did it for him every time. Brian certainly fit the bill nicely.

When they reached the bedroom, Brian peeled the blond’s arms from around his neck and dropped the lithe little body in the middle of his mattress. Then, for several long moments, he just stood there, towering over Justin, as if contemplating his next step. The hungry look in those gorgeous hazel eyes made Justin shudder. He wanted this so badly he could barely contain himself. 

But, after another full minute or so, when Justin decided Brian was taking way too much time to get started on the fucking, he decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. Looking up from under his long blond lashes, he caught the gaze of the gorgeous hazel eyes, and held onto that connection as he reached out and started to slowly undo the fly of Brian’s dress slacks. Brian rumbled an approving noise in the back of his throat that made Justin’s cock jump in his own pants. He sped up his motions and managed to get Brian’s fly opened in no time. Justin then used his hold on Brian’s sagging pants to pull the man down on top of him, allowing him to reach the smooth planes of his lover’s chest. Meanwhile, using his nimble toes to complete the removal of the annoying pants, Justin rededicated his mouth to Brian’s upper body, nipping and licking the bronze chest, and moaning as he ran his hands all over the acres of Brian’s uncovered skin. 

They had each done so much mutual teasing over the past week that it almost seemed like they couldn’t decide where to start. Brian’s hands seemed to be grappling at Justin’s skin almost frantically. When his hands finally made their way down far enough to encounter the material of Justin’s jeans, he literally growled. Pushing himself back up to his knees, he opened the buttons on the blond’s jeans, bending down to inhale the manly scent of the sumptuous youth he was finally going to have his way with. Then he viciously tore the younger man’s pants off, almost flipping Justin over as pulled his legs up and yanked at the offending garment. Not that Justin cared when, ten seconds later, Brian was licking a bead of precum from the tip of his cock and pulling delicious moans out of him.

“As a rule, I don’t usually give blowjobs, Sunshine,” Brian declared, smiling up at him from between his thighs. “But I’m definitely going to make an exception with you. I’ve been waiting all week to get a taste of that cock that you’ve been teasing me with since you got here.” 

Justin couldn’t remember how to form words so he simply moaned his assent. Brian reached for the dark pink cock that was standing there waving at him. Licking his lips, he covered his teeth and dove down to envelope the pretty pink prick that he had waited much too long to taste. Soon enough, loud moaning was coming from both men; Brian because he was enjoying what he had been waiting to taste, and Justin because he felt like he was turning inside out from the pleasure he was receiving. 

Brian found himself having a surprising reaction to the blowjob he was giving Justin. Usually, when he was with a trick, he was much more reserved. He wasn’t the type to volunteer a BJ, let alone to get off on it while he was in the act. But this time, without even realizing it, he had started rubbing himself on the lightly furred leg of the blond and, when Justin tapped Brian on the head to warn him that he should pull off if he didn’t want a mouthful of cum, the more experienced man seemed almost as far gone as Justin. Ignoring Justin’s warning, Brian sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, and rubbed his own cock harder on the blond’s leg. With shouts and heavy moans both men exploded; Justin filling Brian’s mouth and Brian shooting all over Justin’s leg. 

Brian managed enough strength to move up beside the blond and then they collapsed together on the pillow. “As soon as I recuperate from that, I’m going to fuck you,” Brian declared matter-of-factly. 

“Good, because even though I’m a top, I don’t think I have the strength to fuck you right now,” Justin replied. 

“I don’t bottom, so it’s just as well,” Brian answered. 

“We’ll see about that,” Justin said, just as conclusively, before rolling against the hard bronze chest and settling his head down over Brian’s heart to take a quick nap. 

Normally Brian would have shut down that line of discussion without any hesitation. He had surprised himself when he’d actually considered the idea, even if it had only been for a fraction of a second. This blond apparently did something unexplained to him. Brian Kinney, the Stud of Liberty Avenue, would never bottom for some annoying little blond twink. But, for a minute there, the idea had actually had some appeal. And it wasn’t like the kid’s cock was at all lacking in any respect. It actually might not be too bad . . . 

Before he could let his mind drift down that dangerous path, Brian told himself not to be an idiot, erased the thoughts from his brain, then he wrapped his arm around the blond and joined him in his nap. 

An hour later, Justin woke up and, finding a still slumbering Brian, apparently decided he was now ready to get fucked. Justin licked his lips then ducked his head under the covers and shimmied his body down to locate the equipment he most wanted to become acquainted with. Brian woke up soon thereafter to the wonderful feeling of his cock being expertly licked and sucked to attention by his blond bedmate. 

Brian threw back the covers and, reaching down to run his fingers through the golden locks, caused Justin to look up. Their eyes met; the cornflower blue meeting the beautiful hazel. Tightening his fist in the blond hair, Brian lightly tugged on the thick tresses and used his leverage to pull the slim youth up towards him. Justin let go of the huge cock he’d been worshiping and slithered up to kiss the raspberry lips of his host. As they kissed, Brian reached for the necessary supplies waiting on the nearby nightstand. Then, rolling Justin on his back, Brian positioned himself between the pale legs, running his hands along the back of Justin’s thighs. 

“Please go slow, Brian. I almost never bottom,” Justin pleaded quietly. 

“I promise, Sunshine. I’ll be very careful,” Brian replied, carefully warming the lube on his fingers before slowly reaching down to stretch the blond wide enough to take his cock. 

Once Justin was as open as Brian could make him, he slipped on a condom and covered it in lube. Positioning both himself and Justin carefully, he looked into the trusting blue eyes he could easily drown in, leaning down to kiss the blond as he slowly entered him. Justin grimaced at the first slight pinch, but the smile that followed proved the sensation had immediately turned to pleasure. He was soon trying to pull Brian into himself. 

Once he was all the way inside, Brian stilled momentarily before slowly starting to rock his hips, trying to get Justin used to the feeling. Judging by the vice-tight grip around his cock, he believed the kid’s assertion that he rarely bottomed. It felt exquisite to Brian, who tried to squelch the ensuing groan of pleasure so it wasn’t too obvious that he was barely able to hold back his own mounting pleasure. When he pushed against the blond’s sweet spot, and Justin bucked up begging for more, Brian almost lost it. The kid was so fucking responsive. So vocal. Brian caught himself moaning along nearly as loudly. 

They quickly got into a rhythm and were fucking like rabbits in heat. Brian was almost disappointed how fast his orgasm hit him. There was no slow build up. He never experienced that moment of struggle when he felt he had to chase after his pleasure. It was all just THERE, washing over him in a rush, before he even knew to expect it. It didn’t matter that he’d already come just a short while before. The minute his dick was inside Justin, it was as if he was lost to the tidal wave of sensations that hit him. Brian barely had time to suck in a deep breath before he felt the rush of liquid fire flowing through every synapse of his body, burning white hot and icy cool all at once, until he convulsed in pleasure. Then, all too soon, Brian found himself sad that this first, phenomenal fuck was coming to an end. 

Brian, who was slightly embarrassed that he’d lost control and cum first, politely reached for Justin’s cock to bring him off, but the blond pushed his hand away, “I don’t need it, Brian. Just don’t stop. You’re going to fuck the cum out of me,” he said, writhing with Brian for a few last strokes before he shouted his release, decorating Brian’s chest with thick ropes of viscous white. 

“I certainly hope you’re not planning on kicking me out of your bed now that we’ve fucked, because I really don’t want to give up that cock anytime soon,” Justin stated honestly with a cheeky grin. 

Brian answered just as honestly, “I don’t have plans to give up that ass any time soon, Sunshine.”

And then they fell asleep again, a tangle of arms and legs and stickiness, both feeling like they could finally relax after a week of tension.