Saturday November 11th Club Proteus at 2:55 am

As Brian emerged from the backroom and made his way to the bar, he stopped cold upon seeing the two “love birds” at the bar waving goodbye to Emmett as they turned towards the exit.

“Fucking little twats,” he muttered under his breath as he waited for them to reach the exit before he made his way to the bar for one last drink before grabbing the nearest and hottest fuck and taking him home.

“Double Jim Beam,” he barked to the bartender.

“Those two are simply adorable,” Emmett simpered as he took a sip from his fruity-ass-drink.

Brian said nothing as he paid for his drink and swallowed its contents.

“I invited them to lunch at Debbie’s tomorrow.”

It was a good thing he had already swallowed his drink because otherwise he would have chocked on it. “Why the fuck did you do that for?”

Affronted Emmett replied, “And why not? What’s the big deal?”

“Oh I don’t know Emmett, because they’re my students!”

“And?”

“And I should not be fraternizing with them, especially not meeting them outside of school for lunch dates,” he growled.

“Right. Is that why you always dance and grind on that gorgeous little blonde boy every time he’s here?”

Brian didn’t even want to go there so instead he said, “I’m sure Ben will agree with me, I doubt he will be comfortable around a bunch of his high school students.”

Emmett shrug and finished his drink. “Well stud is past my bedtime. See you at lunch.”

“Not likely. I aint going.”

“Oh why cuz Justin is gonna be there with his little boyfriend?”

Brian gave him a venomously look and if looks could kill Emmett Honeycutt would have been squirming on the floor crying out in pain.

“What the fuck do I care about some little twinkie.”

“Great, so you’ll be there.”

He made a grunting sound and said nothing. Then as a tall, dark and handsome, not to mention muscular stud came into his light of view, he forgot all else but the target at hand.

“Duty calls,” he said making a beeline for his prey but not before he heard Emmett say, “It’s never enough for the Stud of Liberty avenue is it?”

He smirked. As long as there were hot asses to stick his dick in, it will never be enough.

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The Loft at 8:29 am

At the sound of incessant knocking Brian rolled over in bed and instead of feeling the other side of the bed, cool and uninhabited what he felt was another body, warm and hard.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the guy you fucked last night,” said the trick a little put off. Fuck, I must have fallen asleep without kicking him the fuck out and who the fuck keeps knocking.

“Oh yeah. Where you any good?”

Looking offended he flopped his head back on the bed running his hands through his dark hair.

The knocking, however, was not so easily deterred.

“I’m coming,” he yelled and then added to the muscular trick, “And you’re leaving.”

He got up, pulled on the pair of jeans that were scattered on the floor from the night before and slid open the loft door. There stood Lindsay with Gus in her arms. He instantly extended his arms for his son as Lindsay gingerly placed the one month old Gus into his arms.

“Hi, I was just in the neighborhood.”

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked staring fondly at his son.

“If you visit more often I wouldn’t have to show up unannounced.”

“So your bulldog can kill me?”

Lindsay rolled her eyes. “Actually I thought I would talk to Justin-Oh,” she said as the trick came out of bedroom, still pulling on his shoes.

“Oh is this your son? Isn’t he a cutie, aren’t you a cutie.” Said the trick and then to Brian’s utter horror he began a nauseating baby talk to his poor defensively son.

Brian gave the man a firm are you-serious-look. Looking flustered the man assumed a deeper voice and said, “We should do this again sometime.”

Turning his back on him Brian muttered without conviction, “Yeah, sure.”

Once the trick had gone Lindsay furrowed his brow and said. “Don’t you think the kid is too young for threesomes?”

Confused he looked up at Lindsay. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Justin, I mean isn’t he here?”

“Why the fuck would he be here?”

“Oh my God Brian don’t tell me that you just sent him back to school after-“

“Lindsay, Lindsay will you please shut up. He’s not here, he never came here.”

“But he left with you, I saw the two of you leaving together and you had his bag-“

Interrupting her once again he said (perhaps a little too bitterly), “He never came over, okay. He-he had other plans.”

Lindsay’s large brown eyes bulged. “You mean he actually turned you down?”

“He didn’t turn me down,” he quickly defended his ego. “He just had other plans.” He shrugged.

“Oh, right. Well when you see him can you tell him that his pieces were such a success that some galleries, who are doing an expo for young emerging artists want to showcase his work. Maybe if he could do a few more of those paintings along with the sketches. Everyone loved the painting, it sold even before the art show started.”

“Great. I’m sure he would be all a titter.” He could have said ‘why don’t you tell him this afternoon at Debbie’s’ but he didn’t. If he were actually able to admit it to himself, he would admit that he wanted to have an excuse to talk to the stupid little twat outside of school. But instead he told himself that the only reason he was going to Debbie’s was because he wasn’t about to let some little twinkie dictate were he should be, and the reason he was putting it on himself to relate Lindsay’s message was because he was going to be in the damn art group with kid anyways.

Lindsay extended her arms for Gus and Brian complied giving him one last kiss on his tiny and soft forehead. Lindsay smiled widely at him and then pecked his cheek. “We’ll see you later…daddy.” And then she was gone.

Brian watched the door slide close and his son and friend disappear behind it. He sighed and went over to the kitchen for his morning coffee.

As the coffee brewed he let his mind wander over his latest decisions. At the time it seemed like he would finally be out of Buffalo and at the top of his game in NYC, but then Gus was born and leaving him felt like a knife to his gut. He could have never imagined that he would fall so hopelessly in love with the tiny being that was his son. He sighed again. Yet, he knew more than anything that he couldn’t stay in Buffalo forever as a measly high school English teacher, he needed-wanted more. After the school year was over he would move on, leaving everything and everyone behind. He couldn’t stay-no he wouldn’t stay. He just had to find a way to let them all know that by summer of next year he would be long gone.

Without bothering with a mug he took the brewing cup, unconsciously poured sugar into it and then downed it. Then after rinsing it in the sink he headed to his room, dressed in gray sweats and jumped into the treadmill. He popped his earbuds into his ears and forgot about the rest of the world, all that matter was the focusing of his breathing and the beat of the music.

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Debbie’s entryway at 12:25 pm

“It’s about time!” said Michael as soon as he had opened the door to let him in.

“So what’s for lunch?” he asked ignoring the comment to his perpetual lateness.

“Oh, Michael why bother? You know Brian is always fashionably late,” gibed Melanie.

Brian stepped in and turning to look directly at Mel said, “Some of us do enjoy bathing you know.”

She rolled her eyes from the couch and next to her carrying Gus Lindsay groaned.

“We’re having chicken sandwiches, potato salad, and coleslaw,” answered Emmett who was in the kitchen with Deb and Vic.

“What no pasta?” said Brian feigning shock, which resulted in Debbie throwing the kitchen rag at his face, well tried to because he caught it.

“Hey Emmett didn’t you say you invited some friends, I made extra for them.”

“They said they would come, but you know how fickle teenagers can be,” he said with a shrug.

It too hadn’t gone unnoticed by Brian that there was no sight of the blonde head that sometimes (oh who was he kidding, it had become a nuisance to think of him every fucking day) invaded his thoughts.

“What the hell Emmett, since when do you hang out with teenagers?” asked Ted who was lounging on the recliner.

Emmett shrugged as he stirred the contents of a big bowl that Brian guessed was the coleslaw. “You know who they are, those cute little twinkies who always come dancing on the weekends.”

On the couch Ben chocked on his drink.

“Oh my God Ben, are you okay?” asked Michael as he went over to his lover, with a worried look plastered on his face. Brian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Yes, I’m okay babe.” Then he turned to Emmett. “Why would you invite them Emmett? I’m sure you know that they’re Lindsay and my students right, and Brian’s.” He added the last as an afterthought.

Oh jeez thanks Ben. He internally grunted.

“So what? They’re funny and fun, plus we need some young blood to liven up our tired and old stock.”

“Speak for yourself,” grunted Brian, this time for everyone to hear.

Ben turned to Brian and inquired, “How about you Brian, are you okay with this?”

Brian shrugged.

“Or was this a plan between you and Emmett? Has that boy really stripped you off of all your inhibitions?”

Taken aback Brian snapped. “It wasn’t my fucking idea. Emmett told me last night, it’s not my call who he invites or who he chooses to spend his time with. Maybe you should take a lesson on minding your own goddamn business.”

“What boy?” he heard Melanie ask Lindsay in a low voice as Ted said, “You mean that cute little blonde Brian is always dancing with?” As if he had just said nothing at all. He huffed and was about to turn and get the hell out of there when the twink in question materialized through the open door, accompanied by his two little pets, Gold and McQueen.

Fuck.

“Hi,” he said nervously. God he’s beautiful. Was all Brian’s stupid brain kept repeating in a loop.

“Hi,” the other two repeated.

“Oh my will you look at them, aren’t you three fucking adorable,” said Debbie who had made her way over to them, palming all of their cheeks in turn. They looked at one another startled, and then smiled awkwardly as they were led in by Debbie (they had probably never heard a woman her age curse before) to the living room.

“Where’s the rest of your merry gang of misfits?” Brian asked and for the life of him he didn’t know why, because he couldn’t have cared less.

“Umm…they already had lunch.” Said Justin though Brian could tell it was a lie by the way he bit down on that luscious bottom lip-wait when exactly did I start reading and learning the boy’s tell-tale signs. Instead he tried to convince himself that it was only the fact that he knew those rich pretentious little assholes wouldn’t be caught dead in these slums, and it was almost convincing enough.

“Nice home you have here,” said Ethan smiling at all of them in turn. The fucking little crowd pleaser, and then there goes Justin with that damn beaming smile directed at him.

Then Justin turned to the room at large and said, “Nice to meet you all, I’m Justin” then he pointed at Ethan who said, “And I’m Ethan,” then at Gregory who said, “And I’m Gregory.”

After that everyone started to introduced themselves. It was obvious that both Mel and Lindsay were already acquainted with Justin so they quickly engaged him in conversation, while Ben (though he had not been happy with the knowledge of their upcoming presence, but being the gentle soul that he was) engaged Gregory in talk about an upcoming soccer game. Ted who only knew them as the dancing twinks and Justin as he put it, as Brian’s dance partner (which in itself said a lot. Now that Brian thought about it he had never actually danced with someone for the sake of dancing (except for Michael) and especially not every weekend when he could have been busy fucking some tight ass) shook Ethan’s hand and became acquainted upon Lindsay stating “Ethan is a genius violin player. He is very talented; he has already played in a few concert halls around New York.”

“Only as a substitute,” said Ethan modestly. Brian had rolled his eyes in response, a gesture that Justin’s blue eyes caught.  

Michael, whom too seemed to be put out by the invasion of the twinks went to stand by Brian, glaring daggers at Gregory. He didn’t quite blame him, however, Gregory was a delectable morsel after all. Especially dressed in black jeans, a white tight fitting shirt, a black leather jacket, and the ever present converse (black and white this time) that they all seemed to love.

“Invasion of the twinks, this reminds me of issue #36 of Captain Astro and the-“ However, at the sound of Captain Astro Brian instinctively blocked out the sound of his best friend’s voice, watching instead how Lindsay placed Gus into Justin’s arms. The kid practically beamed. Sure he had seen Justin carry Gus yesterday, but watching Justin beam down at his son surrounded by his surrogate family made his chest tighten. And in that instant a feeling foreign to him seeped through his iron tight walls.

“Come and sit down, food is ready,” instructed Debbie from the kitchen (saving Brian from having to pretend he was listening to what Michael was saying) as she placed plates around the table. “Some of you queers are gonna have to sit in the living room since there is not enough room on the table.”

“Oh, we didn’t mean to be an inconvenience,” said Ethan as Brian tried his hardest not to roll his eyes, he did roll in his lips instead.

“I’ll just sit out here, Deb,” said Brian quickly.

“I will too,” said Justin handing Gus back to his mother.

“Nonsense,” replied Debbie eyeing Justin fondly. “You will sit at the table. Michael you sit in the living room with Brian.”

“But Ma-“

“Our newest guests are sitting on the table Michael, no buts.” The downcast expression on Justin’s face didn’t go unnoticed by Brian.

Begrudgingly Mikey nodded as Ben said, “I’ll sit in the living too Debbie.”

Debbie shrugged and brought three plates to them. “Oh Debbie you don’t have to wait on us,” said Ben.

“Don’t you worry Ben hunny, just sit down.” And he did.

Brian sat on the armchair as he took his plate watching as Justin and Ethan sat on either side of Emmett. At least he didn’t have to watch them feed each other.

Ben who was sitting on the couch with Mikey noticed who Brian was staring at but said nothing, and Brian was thankful for that.

Once he had eaten most of his food, thankful that Emmett had substituted his coleslaw and potato salad with a green salad, took his plate over to the sink and then went out the side door for a cigarette. He hadn’t been out there very long when he felt Justin opening the door and going to stand by him, and yes he felt him rather than saw because he was so sure of it he hadn’t bothered to turn.

“Mind sharing? I left mine at the hotel.”

Without turning to look at him Brian pulled his cigarette pack out of his pocket and tipped the opening toward Justin. Clearly taking of advantage Justin placed his left hand over Brian’s, and Brian tried every self-control he could muster to not shiver as he took out a cigarette with his right hand, yet he let his left hand linger until Brian pulled his away and pocketed the cigarettes as he pulled out a lighter.

Finally turning to look at him Brian lit Justin’s cigarette as his hazel eyes locked into impossibly beautiful blue ones. Too soon Brian pulled away letting a breath come out in a puff of smoke. Justin took a drag of his own and imitated.

“So…” he said.

“So?” Brian replied.

“Are you going to be at Proteus tonight?”

Brian shrugged, “I am normally there on the weekends.”

“Right. So will you save me a dance?”

“Save you a dance? What the fuck do I look like some lovesick teenager?” Brian retorted brutally.

That took Justin aback and from the corner of his eyes Brian saw how he deflated. And even against his better judgement and strict rules about no regrets, he regretted snapping at him. After all, all the kid had done was ask for a dance. But he would be damned if he voiced his regret out loud.

“Are you angry with me?” Justin asked suddenly and Brian had to turn and look at the gorgeous blond. He didn’t look deflated anymore, if anything he looked more than a little annoyed.

“Why would I be?”

“Why indeed.” Justin retorted shaking his head. “Since you have no reason to be. You’ve been constantly turning me down, and then I have plans and I’m suddenly supposed to throw them out of the window because the great Brian Fucking Kinney decided he finally wants to fuck me.”

The audacity of the kid momentarily startled Brian as he stared at the defiant blonde as if he had never seen anything like him before, and he probably never had-or ever will.

“Hey there blondie, take a deep breath. I’m not angry.” Said Brian in his most nonchalant voice, though he didn’t think it was quite as effective as normal.

“Right, Brian. I get it. It’s your way, on your time or the highway. Am I right?”

When Brian didn’t say anything but shrugged taking another puff of his cigarette, the blonde scoffed and said, “Well fine. See you around Mr. Kinney.”

Justin put out his cigarette and was about to go back inside when Brian said, “Did Lindsay tell you about the new art show?”

He guessed she hadn’t because that stopped the blond on his tracks. He turned to him bemused. “What-What new art show?”

“At a few galleries but she did specify the Sydney Bloom gallery in Allentown, is actually not too far from Proteus.”

“Yeah, I know the Sydney Bloom gallery. He actually wants to showcase my stuff?” asked Justin, the defiant and angry boy gone, now replaced by an excited and jubilant one. Goddamn the kid is easily distracted.

“Yep.” Brian said rolling in his lips at the sight of the practically bouncing twink. “Lindsay said he is planning an upcoming young artist exhibition and he would like you to be a part of it.”

“Omg! Oh my god!” shrieked the blond now literally jumping up and down. “No fucking way! No fucking way Brian!”

Brian couldn’t help but chuckle at the kid’s contagious excitement. “We can celebrate with a dance.”

Justin stopped jumping and beamed at him instead. “Really?”

“Sure.” He said with another shrug and before he knew what hit him Justin had jumped on him, his arms around his neck and his bubblegum pink lips against his raspberry red ones. However, the shock was short lived and tossing his cigarette aside he wrapped one arm around the boy’s slender waist and the other around his broad back. Brian moaned into Justin’s mouth nearly drinking him in. His lips were so soft and he licked his lips urging for entrance, which Justin yielded to instantly, letting Brian explore the sweet tasting mouth. The kid always smelled like a summer day, like sunshine after the rain. Brian was so lost in the kiss that he didn’t even bother contemplating on the lesbianic thoughts or even registered the sound of the door opening.

There was a sound as if someone clearing their throat but perhaps it was the soft moans that kept emitting from Justin’s mouth because he couldn’t have cared less for any other noise but those heavenly moans.

“Brian. What the hell?”

Startled Justin pulled away, though Brian wanted nothing but. No man in their right mind would substitute having those succulent lips on you for ZenBen and his lecture to be. Annoyed Brian turned to his friend.

“Yes?”

“Justin you mind going inside.” It wasn’t necessarily a question but Justin nodded his head saying, “yeah sure,” while giving Brian a shell-shocked and worried look. Brain shrugged with a small smile and Justin sighed stepping inside.

“Fuck Brian, I don’t know what else to say to hinder your advances on that kid.”

He was about to say “My advances? He undisputedly threw himself at me” but he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone so he shrugged instead. Something that seemed to annoy Ben to no end.

“Brian? Are you even considering the consequences?”

He shrugged again.

“What if you get fired?”

“And what if I do, I won’t be there another year, perhaps I can even take the job sooner.”

Ben looked stumped. “What job?”

Brian groaned. Well might as well come clean. “I got offered the editor-in-chief position at GQ.”

Ben gaped. “GQ? As in Gentleman Quarterly and as the executive editor?”

“Yeah, that is what I just said.”

“Fuck Brian. When do you start?”

“Right after the end of the school year.”

“And I’m going to take a guess and conclude that you haven’t told Michael yet.”

“No, I haven’t told anyone. And you better not say a damn thing either.” He barked.

“So New York City huh?”

“Yes, finally.”

“And what if word gets out that you got fired for screwing your seventeen-year-old student?” he probed, obviously not dropping the subject.

“Do you really think St. Francis would make that public? And that is if I get caught.”

“So you really are going to fuck him aren’t you?” he asked and when Brian said nothing he added, “And what if you fuck him and then he comes for more and makes your life a living hell when you refuse to fuck him again?”

“I don’t see either of those things happening,” Brian said before really thinking about what he was saying.

Ben was taken aback by that declaration and eyed Brian skeptically. “It’s ultimately your choice. All I can do is try to caution you.”

“Greatly appreciated Ben, but I’m a big boy.”

“I know you are Brian. But I’m not so sure about Justin.”

“I am,” he said with a shrug, there was no point in lying. He took another cigarette from his pack and offered one to Ben, whom looked like he was about to refuse but then conceded and pulled one out. Brian lit his and then passed Ben the lighter.

“Just be careful.”

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Proteus at 12:59 am.

Brian was beginning to think that the little gang of misfits wasn’t going to show up-or more importantly Justin-when just before one in the morning they strolled in.

Justin’s longish golden locks was covering most of the right side of his lovely face, and he was wearing distressed gray jeans with leather styled combat boots and an unimaginably tight shimmering, dark sky blue sleeveless top. Just at the sight of him Brian’s dick throbbed and a small amount of precum leaked out of the slit of his cock.

Leaning against the bar Brian watched him move towards the dance floor as if intoxicated (though that might not be far from the truth) noticing that the rest of the gang wasn’t with him. As far as he could see the only ones that tagged along aside from the trio were Rob and Emily. The fucking fag hag. But of Rob he wasn’t a 100% sure, his gay radar was a little faulty with that one. But Brian didn’t ponder on it, all he cared about was giving the sly little twink a dose of his own sweet medicine until the time he decided to take him home. Justin was without a doubt right about what he had said at Debbie’s, Brian liked things better his way and on his own time.

So mesmerized by Justin’s hips swaying as he danced medially against Gregory and Ethan, Ethan was front-to-front with Justin and Gregory was back-to-front, then Justin craned his neck to kiss Gregory (which floored Brian, not to mention that it also made him incurably harder) at the same time exposing his neck for Ethan to kiss and lick, that he didn’t notice Emily and Rob at the bar until Emily as good as suffocated on her drink as she stared at the direction of the trio.

“What the fuck, what the fucking fuck,” she heard her yell at Rob. Who had this “why is it always me” look on his face. “Did you know?”

“Well, yeah. I mean I suppose I’m as shocked as you to see all three of them getting along so well.”

“Ever since last night!” She proclaimed and then as if she had just been hit by a ton of blocks of realization added, “They didn’t!”

Rob shrugged though from his expression Brian could see that whatever it was Emily was thinking they had done; they did indeed do. Then Brian stared back at the three twinks, grinding and kissing on each other and it also hit him. The bloody blond twink with all his talk of innocence had had a threesome for his first time. He grinned, everything about that darn kid was intriguing not to mention arousing. Flashes after flashes of all the things he was planning to have his little blond boy experience seemed endless, but he knew the kid would live up to-or even surpass his expectations. He almost wanted to cave and take him home tonight…almost.

Then the conversation on his far left caught his attention again. “Goddammit Emily you can’t tell Maya. She will flip out, she will retaliate-“

“Calm down Rob, your superstar soccer player ain’t going anywhere, my lips are sealed.”

“Can you even do that?”

Offended she replied, “Yes I can. Plus, Maya will pop a tit-make that both tits. She will die of embarrassment if she found out why the “soccer superstar” dumped her ass. She thinks it’s because she’s not putting out but no, it’s because he likes a nice stiff dick up his ass.”

“God Emily do you have to be so graphic? Anyways, I know for a fact that Gregg is bisexual.”

“Oh so it’s because he does like a stiff one and she hasn’t been putting out. Damn that bastard, best of both worlds and all, and he is so goddamn good-looking to boot.”

“Why Emily are you still bitter about him not sleeping with you a second time?”

Emily gaped. “He told you? He fucking told you that?”

“Guess you can keep secrets after all.”

 “Dude fuck, if Maya finds out she’ll murder me.”

“I know that.”

“Damn Rob, who would have thought you were such a good blackmailer,” she said though she was grinning.

Brian shook his head. Fucking teenagers.

A tall muscular, and burly blond came over to the bar and as he ordered a drink he looked Brian over from head to toe then licked his lips suggestively. The guy was hot and he had nice, but small blue eyes, moreover he was built like a rock and was new blood. So of course Brian jerked his head towards the backroom with his all too practice come-hither smirk and turned towards the backroom. The trick downed his drink and followed Brian.

Fifteen minutes later and after coming balls deep inside the tricks buns of steel and into his condom he pulled out of the quivering man that still had his head pressed against the arm that was holding on for dear life to one of the posts. Brian slid off the condom, tied the end into a knot and casting it aside left the backroom without even bothering to help him or hand him a towel.

When he climbed the steps to the main floor of the dance floor, he scanned the room for Justin and found him at the bar talking to Emmett, Ben, and Mikey along with Gregory. He groaned. Fuck it. He thought, he had already made up his mind. Moving with cat-like grace he stopped right in front of Justin who swallowed hard.

“How about that dance,” he said in a husky voice grabbing the front of Justin’s shirt and pulling him forward. “Later boys,” he added to Emmett’s grinning face, Ben’s disappointed face, and finally to Mikey’s horrified one. Justin who was staring almost adoringly at him didn’t even bother to look back.

 Almost instantly their bodies found a synchronizing rhythm, their bodies pressed tightly against each other’s as their hands explored every inch of skin they could reach as Brian bent down and kissed him with all the need and passion the blond boy had inspired in him. Not too long after Justin was making little moaning sounds that vibrated through Brian’s mouth. God, he loved how his sounds made his cock vibrate as if it was his cock he was sucking instead of his tongue. Brian pulled away from the kiss to suck, lick, and bite on the delicious smelling neck. He tasted so good it was unnatural.

“How about we put that mouth to better use?” he purred into Justin’s ear.

As a response Justin quivered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brian grinned and unaware that he had even done it, laced his hands with his and guided him to the backroom.

Brian wasn’t sure if the room had caused the change of attitude towards the minute ago submissive twink but whatever it was he fucking enjoyed it as Justin pushed him against the nearest unoccupied wall and more aggressively than was necessary pulled down his jeans to his ankles. Brian would have been okay with the boy engulfing him without much preemptive but Justin seemed to have other plans in mind. He instead fell unto his knees and licked along the slit of his head lapping up the precum, then licked along the sides of his long and throbbing dick. Brian hissed as all over a sudden Justin’s talented mouth engulfed him whole then slowly came back up and started the licking again. Justin repeated that a few more times as Brian either hissed, moaned out loud, or said nothing but “Gah.” Brian’s hand, which was interlaced in Justin’s blond hair twitched as he fought the increasing urge to grip it and fuck his mouth as hard as he could.

With a slurping sound that made Brian both moan and whimper-fuck had that noise actually come out of his own mouth- Justin pulled away from Brian’s dick and grinned up at him.

“Fuck my mouth Brian, fuck it like I know you want to.” And had he not been the control freak that he was he would have shot his load right there in his face, instead he felt as a primitive need took over him and by the look on Justin’s bewitching face it was noticeable in Brian’s own face. Brian gripped Justin’s long and thick hair hard and as Justin opened his mouth, slightly sticking out his tongue to accept him, he thrust his hips forward and into the warmth and welcoming wetness of Justin’s mouth. He was more than please to find out that the kid truly had zero gagging reflexes as he pounded mercilessly into his delectable mouth. Those lips were truly meant for sucking dick.

And as much as Brian wanted to have it last the moaning, humming, and vibrations from Justin’s mouth was driving him crazy. If he didn’t come now, he would go totally and irrevocably mad. So as he threw his head back, pressing it against the wall he yelled out his release, pounding into Justin’s succulent mouth slowly a few more times before his knees almost collapsed on him. Almost…because after all he was Brian Fucking Kinney and there was still a lesson that needed teaching.

Licking every last drop Justin pulled up his pants and kissed Brian full in the mouth. Brian wouldn’t normally kiss a trick in the backroom but the combination of Justin’s saccharine mouth mixed in with his own cum was a thrill he wouldn’t likely pass by. Just the taste was enough to make his softening cock become hard again. Justin pulled away and whispered, “God I want you inside me so bad Brian. I want you to be the first man to ever be inside me and that is never going to change.”

Brian grinned because that is exactly what he was hoping to hear.

“Perhaps another day,” he answered disentangling himself from Justin and grabbing the nearest trick that had been watching Justin’s ministrations and shoved him against the wall, pulled down both their pants and slipped on a condom while the trick backed his ass towards his dick. Still looking at Justin he impaled the willing body with his large and thick cock. And by the dawning comprehension on Justin’s face, that was replaced by the ghost of a grin Brian knew he understood this was only a punishment for his rejection.