Chapter 16 - Clean Enough To Spit Upon.

The rest of Friday night and a good portion of Saturday morning passed by in a blur of pleasure. 

They had napped for a little while after Brian fucked Justin for the first time Friday night and then they’d taken their act to the shower. After Brian fucked him a second time in his luxurious, party-sized shower, they’d gone back to bed and slept some more. Some time in the middle of the night they’d mixed it up with a round of 69 before passing out again for several hours, only to wake up late on Saturday with Brian’s morning wood knocking once more at Justin’s back door. So, after that, it made sense that they’d have to take another shower, right?

Standing under the huge triple showerheads and letting the hot water soak away the soreness from an ass that wasn’t used to that much activity, Justin moaned appreciatively. Brian seemed to think this was the signal to begin soaping up the smaller man’s body from toe to head with his Dior ‘Sauvage Shower Wash’. Of course, there were enough kisses interspersed between the washing that the subject of all that cleanliness almost forgot about the twinges in his ass and the fact that he hadn’t had breakfast yet. He was instantly ready to beg for round . . . Whatever. He’d lost count. 

When Justin thought it was about time to move on from the kissing and soaping to something more serious though, Brian spun him around and asked, “Who else here knows that you’re American and speak English?” 

Justin, who was momentarily confused by the abrupt change of pace, answered, “just my friend, Daphne. Well, my parents, too, I suppose, although they don’t know I’m back yet.” This time it was Brian who looked confused, so Justin explained further. “I told you last night that I was from Pittsburgh, remember? I grew up in Edgeworth and my family still lives there. They’d obviously recognize me if they saw me, of course, but I never spent much time around Liberty Avenue. I wasn’t really ‘out’ before I left for college - and my father doesn’t approve of my ‘lifestyle choice’ - so I was on the down-low back then. I doubt anyone in this area would know who I was. And nobody besides Daph even knows I’m back from Europe,” Justin elaborated. 

“Well, Ted knows too. He’s been trying to help me figure out what it is that Aleksi is scheming,” Brian declared, rubbing at his chin in a thoughtful way. “But we haven’t told anyone else about you, and I think we need to keep it that way. Not only because it’ll keep you safer - hopefully, anyone he has looking for you is looking for a blond who speaks English - but also because we don’t want to tip our hand yet . . .” 

“What do you mean, tip our hand?” Justin questioned, sounding doubtful. 

“Well, the way I see it, Sunshine,” Brian answered while continuing to swirl the body wash around so as to soap up every single inch of the younger man’s pale ivory skin, “we still don’t know what Aleksi is up to. I was counting on you either being part of Aleksi’s plot or at least having more information than you do. But, since you’re as much in the dark as I am, I’m concerned about giving too much away. Kacmar is obviously up to something nefarious, and it appears his plans involve Kinnetik in some way, which fucking pisses me off. There’s no fucking way I’m giving him any more ammo to use against us. No. Until we figure out what he’s up to - and how to stop him - we need to play our hand close to the chest.” 

At the word ‘chest’, Brian’s hand drifted up to tug at the small gold hoop that pierced Justin’s right nipple. After all the stimulation from the last twelve hours, every single part of Justin was so fucking sensitive that he felt like a live wire. It was no wonder, then, that a simple thing like tweaking his nipple caused such an immediate response to his cock. There seemed to be a direct line between the two erogenous zones that morning. Justin groaned as his cock obeyed the signals and started to swell so fast that he almost felt dizzy as the blood rushed south. 

Mr. Kinney, fully aware of just how much control he had over the situation, smirked evilly down at his shower companion. Justin groaned again because he knew what that look meant. He might have only known Brian for a week, but he’d already learned that the man was nothing if not creative. And evil. But in a creative and thoroughly sexy way. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Brian reached over to the left-hand wall where a series of brushed aluminum shower caddies climbed up the tiles between two sturdy metal shower security bars that were anchored to the wall. The bottom caddie, which was bigger than the rest, had a lid that Brian flipped open to reveal a mini shower toy box full of interesting items. Stirring the contents around for a few seconds, Brian found what he’d been looking for and pulled out a sleek silicone cock ring with what looked like a built-in vibration mechanism. Justin groaned again. 

“I don’t know, Brian,” he had to admit. “I’m not sure my ass can . . .”

“I know you said you don’t usually bottom, Sunshine, but you’ve done so well,” Brian purred, his smooth voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. “And I know you’ve got at least one more round in you.”

Justin looked longingly down at the toy, which Brian switched on right then with a confident grin. 

“I promise, I’ll take good care of you, Sunshine. I know your ass is probably a little on the tender side after last night but, trust me, I’ll make it so good for you that you won’t care.”

Between the sight of the little buzzing toy and the twinkle of arousal in Brian’s eyes, Justin pretty much forgot he’d ever had any objection. By the time Brian leaned down to kiss him again, he was energetically on board with whatever Brian’s plans for the intriguing toy might be. After that they both got caught up in the deep, demanding kissing for the next several, long minutes. Finally, though, Brian paused long enough to pull a condom out of his toy box as well, deftly unrolling it along the length of his hot hard nine inches, before sliding the cock ring on as well. Justin felt himself drooling at the sight of Brian’s meaty dick swelling even larger after the silicon band started to constrict his blood flow for a few seconds. Of course, that brought back the niggling worry he’d had before about his already well-used ass and his resolve faltered for a moment. 

“Shhhh. I’ve got you, Sunshine. I promise,” Brian whispered, depositing one last kiss before reaching across the blond boy’s body, grabbing his left shoulder in a firm grip, and then forcefully spinning Justin around to face the tiles between the two perfectly placed handholds. “Hang on. It might get a little bumpy here.”

Justin laughed in spite of himself at the corny pun. He took Brian’s advice though and grasped one handle with each hand. Then, still a little worried, he tried to make himself relax as he heard the snick of a lube bottle and felt Brian’s body moving closer. A second later he felt the man’s long, sure fingers gently prodding at his hole. But, despite expecting to feel a certain amount of pain, all he felt was a soothing coolness that actually helped a ton.

“I told you. I’ll take care of you, Sunshine,” Brian cooed and applied more of whatever slippery substance he was using to lube Justin up.

“What is that stuff?” He looked over his shoulder and saw Brian put the small bottle of lube back into one of the shower caddies. “BioNude? Never heard of it.”

“It’s the best. But I only break it out for special customers and amazingly hot little blond boys with super-sensitive asses,” he teased, adding another slick finger to thoroughly spread the healing lotion around. “And, now that I’ve taken care of that item, it’s time to take care of business.”

Justin was glad that he’d still been holding onto the secure shower security bars when, a second later, Brian’s massively swollen cock pushed against him, demanding admittance to his most-intimate entrance. Thanks to Brian’s magical lube, though, he only felt the usual familiar pinch. He loved the way the lube stayed cool even as Brian’s hot flesh filled him; the contrast was invigorating. It gave Justin something to think about other than how enormous Brian’s dick felt as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper inside until, finally, when he didn’t think he could possibly take any more, he felt Brian’s balls snug up against the tender skin of his perineum. 

Then they both just paused for a minute or two. Justin breathing deeply as he struggled to relax his body around the intrusion and Brian slowly running his hands up and down the slender flanks to calm his skittish partner. When Justin managed to unclench his muscles, allowing Brian a little more leeway to move, the big brunet leaned his head down to nibble up the pale column of Justin’s neck.

“Now, just relax and let me take you where you’ve never gone before,” Brian whispered, the buzz of the words matched a second later by a very noticeable buzz down below as Brian switched the vibration mechanism in the cock ring on. 

“Oh . . . Fuck!” was all Justin could say as the joint stimulation of Brian slowly pulling out while tilting his hips so that his balls continued to hold the vibrator in place against Justin’s sweet spot. 

It was all too much and somehow Justin still couldn't get enough of it. Brian was everywhere at once; wrapped around him, kissing his neck and shoulders, one big hand reaching around to pull at Justin’s nipple ring while the other pushed and pulled at Justin’s hips, and also inside him, filling him up to the point he felt like he was about to burst. And, with the constant stream of filthy suggestions, Brian was even in Justin’s head, the words almost more stimulating in a way than the touching or the vibrating or the fucking. But all of these combined meant that Justin’s senses were on overload from the very beginning and the mounting arousal just seemed to swell within him like the swelling of Brian’s cock in his ass as they both got closer and closer to nirvana. 

When he felt like he couldn’t take any more, Justin tilted his face up, letting the warm pattering water streaming down on him from the shower head above, sluice over him. He let his head drop back till it was cradled on Brian’s shoulder. He didn’t think he remembered how to stand. The only thing still holding him up was his grasp on the handlebars in front of him and the constant pumping of Brian’s dick from behind, stroking in and out. 

“Brian. Brian. Brian . . .” Someone was chanting so loudly that the name echoed off the tiles around him, amplifying the sound until it appeared that there was an entire chorus in the shower with them. 

“That’s it, Sunshine. Fuck, yeah. Your ass is so fucking perfect. I could do this forever. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

The chorus of curses joined the one’s repeating Brian’s name but neither of the men really noticed any longer. Brian began to pummel into Justin’s ass even harder. With the warm water pelting at his face and the cooling lube surrounding Brian’s hot, vibrating cock in his ass, Justin’s body was getting too many conflicting signals. He started to shiver, maybe from the temperature fluctuations or maybe from the pleasure, he didn’t know which. Each time Brian slid inside, the vibrator in the cock ring pressed insistently against Justin’s perineum with a jolt of pleasure. Eventually all those little jolts coalesced into an unending stream of electrical impulses that slowly crescendoed until the fire inside him seemed to finally burn away the coolness of the magical lube. After which, all Justin could feel was a white hot blaze of passion that arced through all his synapses until his whole body was seizing with wave after wave of pleasure. 

“Brian!” his last repetition of the name came out in a shout of pure joy at the same time his cum erupted against the tile wall in sigils of erotic white.

“Justin!” Brian replied a moment later and he sank into the convulsing ass one last time, finding his own orgasmic ending.

Justin, meanwhile, held on to those security handles, unable to focus on doing anything else. He resisted weakly when someone’s hands began to pry his cramping fingers away from the metal. But then, a minute later, when he felt strong arms lifting him up and carrying him back to the safety of Brian’s bed, he sighed. Brian was keeping up his end of the promise and taking care of him. That was all he needed to know. He let that thought soothe him as he drifted off to sleep again, secure and warm and happier than he’d ever thought possible. 

As he drifted off to sleep he heard Brian softly whisper, “I only fuck one blond boy.” 

Beks saw the name that came up on her caller ID and groaned. She’d been putting off Aleksi for several days, not returning his emails, and knew that she was going to have to take this call now. She also knew it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.

She hit the ‘accept’ button on the phone and answered, “Beks.”

“So, you remember how to answer phone, huh?” the angry male voice on the other end sneered.

“Mr. Kacmar. What can I do for you?” she replied, not taking the bait.

“You can answer my fucking emails. Not make me waste my time calling you on the jebeni phone,” Aleksi growled. “I know you - how you say - blow me off. And you know what happens to people who waste my time.”

“Sorry, Mr. Kacmar,” Beks rushed to placate the man because, yes, she did indeed know what he could do to her, even for something as relatively minor as not answering his emails. “But I haven’t been blowing you off. I’ve been working on your case. And I think I might have found Justin Taylor for you. I was just holding off sending a report until I’d confirmed it.” 

Beks hadn’t wanted to tell Kacmar about the Taylor kid until she was sure about her information. Her source, Michael Novotny, had proven remarkably reliable so far, at least as to the stuff about Kinney that she’d been able to confirm with outside parties, but there was something kinda skeevy about him. Bottom line, she didn’t trust the guy. All that being said, he had recognized the picture of Taylor and seemed enthusiastic to get the guy away from his ‘Best Friend’. She’d just gotten a call from Novotny about an hour previously, letting her know that Kinney and Taylor were meeting Michael later that evening, and inviting her to come see for herself if the guy who was staying with Kinney was the one she’d been looking for. 

“I’m meeting a source later tonight,” she advised her impatient client. “I should have more to report then.” 

“You found the little pederu? Excellent!” Aleksi sounded pleased. “That is very good news. Very good! My people here in Split have been doing investigation too. Taylor is not a good boy. We found his last boyfriend - some rich vilinski djecak - who is not happy with the blond boy. Gunter say the fucking lopov stole from him too. He was happy to prosuti about the little pederu and his wealthy American father who is also not happy about his son’s choice of lovers. Now, if you say true, and Taylor is there with Kinney, we may be able to use this.” 

Kacmar fell silent for a bit, and Beks waited, already dreading what the creep might say next. 

“Yes. I think this work very well. We can use this,” Aleksi continued. “Since Kinney is pederu too, and refuse my offer of bride, we will have to offer him husband instead. You find me Taylor and make sure he is with Kinney. Then I will make Taylor offer. He will take Laura’s place and Aleksi’s plan will work even better. And if the pederu not cooperate, then we make sure to let his father know all about son’s many, many boyfriends all across Europe. Yes. This will work just fine. We have kompromat. Taylor has been a very bad boy, which is good for us, because it means he can be broken.” 

“Again, I need to remind you that, hypothetically speaking, if a client were to reveal to their American attorney an intention to commit a crime - say the crime of extortion or something similar - that would not be covered by the Attorney-Client privilege and the attorney could be compelled to testify against the client if their crimes were discovered. So, please, you have to stop with these jokes about Taylor,” Beks warned, getting a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach at the obvious insinuations Kacmar was making. No way was she going down for Kacmar. And, if law enforcement was watching him - something not at all outside the realm of possibility - they would surely be watching her too. “In the meantime, Mr. Kacmar, I promise to get back to you as soon as I know something for sure about Taylor.” 

“Dobro! Is good!” Aleksi sounded much more pleased than he had when they’d started the conversation. “I start working on the Taylor pederu on my end also.” Then he ended with another barely veiled threat, adding, “do not fuck this up, Beks!” before ending the call.

Beks lowered the phone from her ear, her hand shaking slightly, so that the device almost slipped from her grip. “What the fuck am I doing?” she asked herself in a quiet voice. “Whatever it is he’s planning . . . Damn it. I don’t want to be part of whatever it is Kacmar is thinking up for the Taylor kid. But how the fuck am I going to get out of this shit . . .”

Unfortunately, she didn’t have long to sit and contemplate how, exactly, she was going to dig herself out of the mess she was in. Her phone alarm went off just a few minutes later, notifying her that it was time to go meet Novotny at the Liberty Diner. She would have preferred doing literally anything other than working on Kacmar’s investigation but she didn’t think she had a choice at this point. Somehow, though, she really needed to make a plan for how she was going to back away from her association with Aleksi Kacmar and his Croatian mafia friends. 

When she arrived at the Liberty Diner a few minutes later, Beks found Michael already waiting for her outside. He was sneakily peering in the window and had a nasty scowl on his face. That did not bode well, Beks thought to herself.

When Michael saw Beks approaching he didn’t bother with any type of polite greeting, merely commenting, “about time you got here. That sneaky fuck is hanging all over Brian like he owns him. It’s disgusting. And he’s doing it right in front of Brian’s kid too.” 

Beks looked in the window over Novotny’s shoulder and saw Kinney, Taylor, and Kinney’s son sitting together at a table with two women. She didn’t recognize the blonde one who looked like she was flirting with Kinney. But then her face dropped as soon as she noticed that the second woman was someone she did know. 

Beks hasn’t seen Melanie Marcus since graduating from law school, but it was impossible not to recognize her one time fling. They’d stayed friends afterwards, and run into each other at various Bar events and CLEs, but hadn’t spoken in quite a few years. She’d recognize that beautiful brunette hair and those kissable lips anywhere, though. 

Turning to Michael, trying to get whatever information from him she could, Beks innocently asked, “who are the women at the table with Kinney?” 

“Oh, them? Those are Gus’ mothers, Lindsay Peterson and Melanie Marcus. Brian donated sperm to Lindsay so they could have a kid. Melanie doesn’t like Brian. Although, personally, I just think Mel is jealous because everyone knows Lindsay would leave her in a minute if Brian were to switch teams,” Michael snarkily answered. “Too bad for her he doesn’t go for pussy. Or blonds.”

Beks noted the adoring way Brian was looking at Justin and decided that Michael was very likely delusional. Brian was eyeing at least one blond like he couldn’t wait to get him alone. Michael, however, continued on about Justin and how they needed to protect Brian from the ‘gold-digging whore’. Like she’d thought; delusional. 

Beks wasn’t sure exactly how to go about things from then on. One thing she did know was that she couldn’t just walk into the Diner with Michael without being immediately recognized. She needed to talk to Melanie. Privately. Beks was keenly aware that, even though Michael said Mel didn’t like Kinney, she would answer honestly about him if she was asked. Mel was scrupulously honest, even with people she didn’t particularly care for. Mel wouldn’t let her ‘jealousy’ - if that’s what it was - get in the way of the truth, no matter what. And right then, Beks desperately needed to talk to someone who would give her some real answers. Which clearly wasn’t the obviously biased and slightly creepy Michael Novotny.

“Well, that’s him, right? That’s the kid you were looking for? The one you said was a ‘danger’ to Brian? So, now what? Can your client help us get rid of the little shitstain so Brian will finally be free of him?” Novotny pressed.

“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘get rid of him’,” Beks replied, trying to keep her words neutral but increasingly uncomfortable with Novotny’s angry vitriol. “You do realize that you’re suggesting something that might result in Taylor being injured or detained. It might not be pretty.”

“I don’t care. I don’t give a flying fuck what you do to that freeloader as long as he’s removed from Brian’s life. Permanently,” Michael replied without even pausing a second think about his words.

Beks groaned inwardly. Why the fuck was she even contemplating working with a little toad like Michael Novotny. Her every instinct told her to squash the horrid little man under the heel of her boot, not work with him to bring down that happy family she saw eating dinner together inside the Diner. And now that she knew Mel was part of that family, she was even more reluctant to do Novotny or Kacmar’s bidding. If only she could figure a way out of this whole shit show; one which wouldn’t put her own family - and her son - in the same risky position as Kinney’s family already was.

“Mr. Novotny,” she interrupted the man’s ongoing screed against Taylor, which she hadn’t been listening to anyway. “We need to go somewhere else and talk about what happens next. We can’t be seen speaking out here in the open where we risk being overheard. Besides, there are far too many people in the Diner who might recognize either you or me. I propose we return to my office where we can discuss this further . . .”

Thankfully, that got Novotny to shut the fuck up. Like an over-eager puppy, he trotted along at her heels as she led him away from the Liberty Diner. She could use the walk to think up some way to get rid of Novotny and then, hopefully, she’d figure out a way to approach Mel to get the real answers she needed.