Chapter 17

St. Francis Academy on Tuesday Nov. 21st at 18:49

Dread had settled in the pit of the blonde’s stomach as the clock chimed closer to the time of departure. It wasn’t like he wasn’t glad to be out of this place but Justin didn’t always have the best track record when it came to meeting parents, so of course he was more than a little nervous.

“Breathe Justin, they’ll love you.” Ethan said confidently but the blonde only nodded his head not remotely convinced.

“Don’t sweat it J, they’re pretty cool,” Gregg assured him as he laid back on his bed kicking his soccer ball and catching it, then kicking it again.

“When are your parents getting here?” Justin asked to get the attention away from himself and his probably unfounded dread.

“7 pm and not a minute earlier nor later,” he answered distastefully.

“Punctual huh?”

“You have no idea,” Gregg groaned and kicked the ball harder than he had intended sending it flying across the room and hitting Ethan on the back of the head just as he straightened himself after zipping up his travel bag.

“What the fuck!” he griped while Justin laughed. “Ha, ha, ha, very funny. Let’s see how you like it,” he scolded throwing the ball at Justin’s face who ducked just in time laughing harder.

“You suck at throwing,” he quipped in between giggles but regretted it almost at once as Ethan tackled him to the floor saying, “You take that back!”

“No!” Justin cried out as Ethan initiated a tickling attack.

“Take it back!”

“Bite me!” Justin howled laughing uncontrollably.

There was a knock on the door and all three teenagers froze turning to the noise.

“Come on guys, get up!” Gregg whispered apprehensively as he jumped over them to get to the door.

“You got lucky,” Ethan whispered in Justin’s ear as he climbed off him extending his arm to lift him up.

Once Justin and Ethan were in their respective beds Gregg opened the door unable to hide his growing scowl.

“What took you so damn long boy,” was the first word heard from the brunette’s father, whom hadn’t even bothered to step inside.

“Are you ready sweety?” Justin heard a woman’s voice ask and then Gregg reply, “Yes. Can we go now?”

“Watch that tongue boy, you were the one who kept us waiting out here,” every word sounded more and more distant as if Gregg’ father was walking away as he spoke and Justin assumed that was probably the case.

“Bye,” Gregg called turning his head towards his two roommates as he grabbed his green beaten down bag, which he had previously placed next to the door. Then as if he had forgotten and couldn’t possibly live without it (which Justin supposed he would feel the same without his sketchbook or Ethan without his Misha) he bent over and grabbed the soccer ball that had wedged itself under Ethan’s bed. Gregg turned towards the open door but seeing that his mom hadn’t followed him inside dropped his bag next to a bewildered looking Ethan and snaking a hand around the back of his neck pulled him into a short but nonetheless hot kiss, at least from where Justin was sitting. He then turned to Justin and rewarded him with the same sort of sweet yet chaste kiss and then was gone closing the door behind him.

“Well that was an exit,” Justin joked as Ethan chuckled and threw his pillow at him. All impending dread forgotten.

Thursday Nov. 23rd at 1009 pm

He knew he was being stupid and without a doubt irrational, but he just couldn’t help it. Seeing them like that, watching the perfect family he could never have, and perhaps at one point in his life thought he had, was downright painful. He had tried to hold out for as long as he could but their endearments and proud faces were too much to bare, which is why he now found himself riding an almost empty bus. In a way riding the dirty and dingy public bus made him feel better, because selfishly he mused that he wasn’t the only person out there without a family to celebrate with on Thanksgiving Day.

The bus stopped close to the street where the diner that the gang sometimes frequented after sports game was located and he climbed out, and though he was thankful for the fresh air and leaving the ghastly smelling bus behind he still dragged his feet all the way to the diner. The diner sported a few thanksgiving décors but not much else reflected today’s festivities, especially not the present staff. Justin sat at a booth next to the window and ordered a coffee. He received a condescending “is that all” but chose to ignore it as he pathetically rested his head on the semi-clean green table and let out a heavy sigh. His head throbbed from all the bourbon he’d inconspicuously ingested and his heart ached, for reasons he rather not dwell on.

After two coffees and more pathetic sighing later he tipped the not so friendly waitress (he had manners after all, even if she didn’t) and continued to drag his feet out of the establishment.

If anyone had asked Justin a mere 10 hours previously if he had thought, there was any possibility of him riding up Mr. Kinney’s lift (was this thing even safe?) as the man hungrily devoured his neck he would have laughed hysterically and had them instituted. But as it was that was exactly where he found himself, making desperate mewing sounds as the older man devoured his neck, mouth, and jaw line as he stroked his impossibly hard dick through his jeans. It took Brian more than was necessary to open his loft door simply because Justin refused to break contact as he reciprocated the attention by kissing and licking any part of the tall brunette he could reach. Finally, the door was opened and not a second later Justin was shoved against the now closed door, his jacket yanked from his body, his tank pulled up and his jeans practically ripped down his legs. If he wouldn’t have been so thrilled and his cock hadn’t been leaking profusely at the rough handling he might’ve complained but instead he only groaned and moaned and might have said something like “Oh god, yes.” Because he could have sworn Brian had replied, “I’ll show you god.”

Brian prepped him efficiently but quickly, and Justin wasn’t even sure where he was getting the supplies from but he was so far gone that all he managed to do was press his face against the cold metal of the loft door as he pushed his ass back edging Brian on. And the man seemed to be enjoying Justin’s lack of restraint and debauchery because he would let out these pleased sorts of noises that had Justin arching his back just to keep hearing them. He thought he might have cried out-no he did cry out when Brian pushed his gloved dick inside of him. Though, he pushed in slowly he didn’t stop once he breached the first ring of muscle, he kept  going until the big cock was completely buried in Justin’s tight hole. Justin breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth as he adapted to the intrusion and the fullness of Brian, and as soon as he pushed back Brian began to move, pulling almost all the way out and then back in making Justin gasp and groan.

Justin didn’t know what to do with his hands, they wandered from Brian’s face to his hips, and then finally settled against the cold surface of the door as he pushed his ass further to take Brian in deeper. Brian let out a growl very close to Justin’s ear making him shudder just as he quickened his pace and his large hands dug into his hips. As his thrusts became shallower but faster Justin could feel his face hitting the door every time Brian would thrust forward but once Brian had found his prostrate and the delicious stroking of it began everything else was secondary, all he could focus on was the torturous but exquisite burn and pleasure of the huge cock stretching him.

If he spoke any words out loud he wasn’t aware of them but what he was aware of were Brian’s whispered growls of “so good, so tight.”

One of Brian’s hands tightened around his cock as he began jerking him off, perhaps not in rhythm with the vigorous thrusting of his dick but enough to have Justin’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he cried out his release, cuming all over the loft door and Brian’s large hand. Justin felt the muscles of his ass spasm around Brian’s dick as he moved in and out a couple more times before he came deep inside him and into the condom with a loud guttural moan.

He leaned his body against Justin’s for a few minutes to catch his breath snuggling his face against the blonde’s neck. After a few seconds Justin could have sworn he heard a sniff, and then he heard it again and Justin was sure that was exactly what Mr. Kinney was doing, inhaling his scent. So, of course he made no movement to alert the taller man he had noticed this except for the smug smile he couldn’t help from curling onto his cupid bow lips.

He let out something close to a squeal as Brian pulled out of him and away as he walked over to the kitchen, tied up the condom and threw it in the trash bin. Justin shivered as if he were just now feeling the coldness of the metal door as he pulled away from it, pulled down his blue tank-top and pulled up his jeans.

“Shower,” Brian growled as he made his way towards a platform that Justin assumed was his bedroom, which most likely led to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure whether to follow but at this point it would have been silly to not indulge himself, so whether Brian had extended the shower invitation to him or not he followed.

After a long and productive shower, where Justin concluded that Brian was actually a very touchy feely person because as soon as he’d stepped in behind him the older man had started lathering his body with the musky, masculine scent of his body wash. Which of course was followed by Brian sporting another hard-on, much to Justin’s surprise. Yet he didn’t make a sound of protest when he was pushed down to his knees, instead he gave Brian an enthusiastic blow-job, which left him shivering after cuming down Justin’s very skillful throat minutes later.

As the taller man dried the shorter one’s hair, Justin was more than convinced that Brian was unable to keep his hands to himself but his musings were drawn short when there was a persistent knock on the door. At first Brian ignored it and proceed to dry off Justin’s body, who more than welcome the administrations until his belly rumbled just as the knocking became even more obnoxiously persistent.

“Was that you?” Brian asked smirking, still ignoring the door.

“Umm, yeah,” Justin replied turning beet red, and not because he had been standing on scalding hot water only a few seconds ago. “I’m starving, I never made it through Thanksgiving dinner,” he said defending the rude rumbling noises his stomach was emitting.

“So, what I have to feed you too,” Brian said sounding annoyed though Justin could see the corners of his mouth curling.

The knocking on the door went on, getting progressively louder.

“Fine! Fine, I’m coming!” Brian yelled as he wrapped the blue towel more securely around his waist. Then as if as an afterthought, he turned back to Justin and said, “Stay in here.”

Justin was about to say that he wasn’t stupid enough to make his presence known but he rather liked how things were going with the older brunette, so he kept his mouth shut and himself out of sight.

As soon as Justin heard the loft door slide open a loud voice griped, “Took you long enough, asshole.”

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well here, I brought you some Thanksgiving dinner.” Justin’s mouth watered at the thought. He was so fucking hungry.

“What do I want with a load of carbs?” Brian grumbled and Justin wanted to hurt him, but it seemed Debbie beat him to it because he heard a loud smack coming from the kitchen.

“No need for violence,” Brian griped though even Justin could hear the playful tone in his voice.

“Well, you’ll eat it, asshole. Do not let it spoil!” And Justin could just picture the loud woman pointing a threatening finger to the brunette’s face.

“Yes, ma.” Justin almost didn’t catch it, but he was sure that’s what he had said. So was this Brian’s mom? Justin wondered.

“And what took you so long to answer? You fucking some tight ass over there?” Then it finally hit Justin, this woman couldn’t possibly be anyone other than Debbie Novotny.

“Well I was about to, so we’re gonna have to skip the joint accompanied with the emotional “shit”chat.” Brian was obviously dismissing her.

“Whatever you little asshole, I’m heading for an early shift at the dinner anyways.”

Justin heard Brian fake a gasp and then say, “On black Friday Deb, is that safe?”

“Kiki called into work, probably drunk, so I’m covering for her, and don’t be such an asshole will ya.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Was the last word of conversation Justin heard from his hidden spot in the bedroom, and then he heard the loft door slide close. He wrapped the blue towel tight around his slim waist but didn’t move to leave his hiding place.

“You can come out now twat!” Brian called and Justin hurried out of the room, his stomach grumbling.

“Good thing that thing didn’t go off while Debbie was here,” Brian quipped as he unpacked the bags containing big colorful topware filled with food. Justin was too busy diligently unpacking and opening said containers to roll his eyes as Brian searched his cupboard for two plates and utensils.   

“Shit, I’m stuffed,” Justin groaned rubbing his belly for emphasis as Brian rolled his eyes.

“I told you not to eat that last piece of pie.”

It was Justin’s turn to roll his eyes before groaning again, this time however, he forced himself not to rub his aching belly. It wouldn’t do well to effectively turn off the brunette Adonis when there was so much more to be learned.

“I need a fucking joint,” Brian said suddenly and strode almost cat-like up the steps to his bedroom and disappeared through the doors. Justin, whom was still wearing nothing but the navy-blue towel followed behind him. He found Brian sitting on his bed and rolling a joint completely in the nude, looking so at ease that weirdly enough it made Justin sport an impressive woody at the sight.

The blonde waited patiently, altogether captivated by Brian’s deft fingers and tongue as he completed the task of rolling and sealing a joint, who would’ve known that joint rolling could be so fucking sexy. As the brunette placed the grinder full of weed (costly, Justin was sure) at the bedside table he said, “Well are you gonna stand there admiring me all day or are you going to come over here?” without bothering to look up at him.

Grinning sheepishly Justin advanced towards the bed and sat on the right side of the bed, for one reason or another he was more nervous than he should be. Well, he knew why, but he rather not dwell on the fact that he wanted more, more of Brian, and was afraid that the older, much more experienced man had had his fill of him.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?” he asks before placing the joint in between his lips and lighting it up with a black label cigar lighter in the shape of a hip flask. Justin stared at the thing half amused and half in amazement of how a person could spend so much on a single object, like a lighter that you could buy at the BigQ for cents. But he wasn’t about to comment on that fact so he simply nodded his head in response to Brian’s question and said, “A couple of times with my friend Daphne from back home, but I doubt it was anything as high grade.”

The older man stared at him as if he was considering the situation or whether it would be advisable to give the underage teen, who happened to be his student an illegal substance, but then he shrugged his broad shoulders and passed the joint towards a grinning Justin. He supposes that Mr. Kinney decided that since he was already fucking him, thus breaking about a dozen laws what would it hurt to offer a little bit of harmless cannabis.

“It’s strong so take it easy,” he warned as Justin placed the well-rolled joint between his plump lips. He inhaled and then exhaled as Brian sniggered from his left.

“What?”

“I said take it easy, not waste the damn thing. Take another hit, not to deep but hold it in for as long as you can.”

The blond nodded and followed the brunette’s directions, passing it to him as he held the smoke in. In a fit of coughs, he let out the inhaled smoke much to Brian’s amusement.

“Don’t laugh, I’m dying here,” Justin said embarrassed and annoyed in between coughs as he punched Brian’s right upper arm, that however, did nothing to stop Brian’s chuckles.

Once his laughter had died-down the joint had been extinguished, “See what you did,” he scowled, at least tried to because he was still grinning. Justin wasn’t as annoyed as he would normally be, simply because he had never seen the brunette look so gleeful before, even if it was at his expense. After Brian had relit the doobie and taken two puffs out of it he passed it to Justin, whom hesitated but took it nonetheless. He was plainly aware of the way that Brian watched him, a plastered smirk on that handsome face as he inhaled, held it in, and then exhaled a cloud of smoke. Justin was pleased to realize that this time he barely even coughed. “Go ahead, take another hit. Puff, puff, pass,” Brian said as if this was an obvious rule of weed smoking. Justin rolled his eyes but inhaled again.

As he was finishing the last of the joint the older man rolled another, Justin, whom was already feeling the effects of the high-grade marijuana didn’t think another would be a good idea. Brian seemed to be thinking the same because after sealing the second joint with his saliva he said, “This one is just for me, since you wasted the other one, twat.”

The blonde smirked sheepishly and said, “Did not.” Brian, however, made a noise that sounded like an amused scoff.

“This stuff is fucking strong,” Justin said and flopped back on the bed.

“Watch it,” Brian snapped but the blonde was on cloud nine and just giggled feeling the knot on his towel loosen as it drifted past his thighs. He barely noticed though as he ran his right hand over the extremely soft sheets of Brian’s bed, wondering how was it that he could afford such fine linen.

Justin was about to turn to the older man to ask him just that when he felt the bed shift next to him and a strong solid body press down on either side of him. He opened the eyes he hadn’t noticed he had closed to stare up into Brian’s predatory eyes. That one look sent a shiver down Justin’s spine and he couldn’t help but automatically react to it as he let out an audible moan.

The older brunette dexterously ravaged him; his mouth, his neck, and every single inch of his body as the younger blonde squirmed, moaned, groaned, and not to mention pleaded. He thought he heard a drawer open and close and seconds later Brian’s lubed fingers were inching themselves inside of him.

When Justin was pushing back against him and making these mewling sounds (later he would find it embarrassing) of need, Brian flipped him over, sheathed himself and entered him not too gently pushing until he was balls deep. It was nothing like it had been the last time they had been on a bed, there was no tenderness, no gentleness, it was rough, it was fast, and it was desperate. His orgasm hit Justin faster than he had anticipated and he came hard on the 1000 thread count Egyptian sheets and his own hand. Within seconds Brian joined him crying out his release and collapsing on top of him, Justin, whose knees were already weak with his orgasm felt them give way.

“Shit,” he groaned and pulled out slowly (Justin yelped slightly) and rolled onto his back. Justin wished he could say that he’d said something smart and witty but the truth was that before the brunette had even climbed off him he was dosing to sleep.

To Justin’s surprise and delight the older man seemed to be far from done with him, if the constant and vigorous fucking was any indication, which to the blonde it definitely was. Only problem was that at this rate his ass would be out of commission quite soon if not already. It was now almost 1 am and the glass coffee table was scattered with boxes of Thai food and beers as they laid on the white plush rug, backs against the white couch smoking their second joint in a row as they watched Giant.

Entranced Justin half-watched the movie and half watched Brian reciting the words under his breath. It was so endearing he wanted to throw himself on the much taller man, but refrained himself from doing so, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate the show of affection. Not that he was falling for the brunette Adonis but he had to admit that he couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed. The sex, sure that was the reason for his pursuit, but this, this relaxed and easy camaraderie between them was unexpected.

Just then he realized that Brian had been trying to pass him the joint and was now staring at him with a half-amused grin. “Get your fill yet?” he quipped.

Justin blushed beet red and took the offered joint not dismissing Brian’s widening grin nor the fact that he moved closer.

“Do you ever get enough?” Justin asked letting out smoke as the brunette began to nibble on his neck and ear.

“No such thing as enough,” Brian said biting down on his neck.

“Oww,” Justin groaned in both pain and pleasure.

He should have known that things were running too smoothly to last long. Friday seemed a distant memory as Saturday came around.

 Strike one was waking up to loud voices, that then led to loud gasping and then disapproving voices. It seemed that Brian’s friends did not understand the meaning of boundaries, because there they were standing before them, one staring disapproving, another trying not to stare, and the other looking delighted.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” Brian grumbled getting up from the floor where they had obviously passed out after the strenuous and exuberant fuck from last night, Justin ass was still extremely sore. Normally Justin didn’t have a problem with nudity but as he didn’t want to have sex with any of these guys except for Brian it was bothersome, Brian on the under hand seemed completely unaffected.

“So, this is the reason you didn’t show up at Proteus last night, this kid?” the shortest, boy next-door type of guy said (right his name was Michael), hands on hips. He reminded Justin strongly of someone else.

“It’s none of your business, Mikey,” Brian said dismissively signaling for Justin to follow him, whom did immediately.  “Now let yourselves out.” He grumbled and turned his back on them.

“Ummm, bye, it was nice to see you all again,” he said his waspish manners kicking in, though he normally wouldn’t be greeting anyone buck-naked.

Strike two happened when Justin brought up the Christmas holidays and revealed how he felt about his parents not wanting him around. At first Brian was as comprehending as Brian could possibly be but then Justin brought the subject to the older man’s parents and Justin felt him close off immediately and become cold. It felt as if the air around them had become chilly and had thinned out, making it impossible to breathe. So, he quickly changed the subject but Brian had reached his talking quota for the day and instead pushed the younger blonde’s upper body down onto the kitchen counter and proceeded to fuck him thoroughly (in between showers Brian had provided, and more than not had insisted on applying himself the all too relieving cream on his aching hole).

It goes without saying that after Brian had fucked him not once, but twice against that kitchen counter there wasn’t much talking between them, there was however a joint and comfortable silence as they both stared up at the ceiling lost in their own thoughts.

Strike three came much later that night, and it was a combination between the insistent calls of his friends for Brian to head to Proteus and Justin asking if he was going to go.

“Fuck would you all fucking shut the fuck up,” Brian finally snapped catching Justin off guard as the blonde rolled off him where they laid in bed.

“I was just wondering, it’s not like you said no.”

“And what if I do? What business is that of yours?” he spat turning to glare at him.

“I never said it was.” Justin replied affronted.

Brian scoffed and got out of the bed, his wet hair leaving a wet spot on the recently changed olive-green sheets. Looking extremely put-off Brian patted to his closet and slammed open the closet door.

Justin didn’t ask if he was getting ready to go to the club for fear of getting his head ripped off and because he was just not in the mood for getting yelled at. He didn’t need to ask anyways because since Friday morning Brian hadn’t bothered with clothes. Instead he asked, “Can I come?”

Brian turned to him as he pulled jeans over his long and slender legs eyeing him with disdain as he replied with a simple, “No.”

“And why not?” Justin asked, his temper bubbling as he sat up in bed.

“Because we’re not fucking dating, we fucked, it was fun, and now it’s over. As a matter of fact, I think it’s best you be gone by the time I get back.”

“Wait-What?” Justin asked stupidly.

His heart was now pounding in his Adam’s apple, he had been expecting this since the first time they fucked, but still, it caught him off guard. Was this it then, he was being dismissed just like that.

“You heard me kid, you got what you wanted, now is time for you to scram.”

“Oh please, don’t act like you didn’t want me just as bad,” he snapped back.

Brian snorted, “Believe me, I’ve had better.”

Justin felt his cheeks burn red with embarrassment, his anger ebbing away as quickly as it had risen, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Of course, he wasn’t as experienced as the guys that the brunette normally pursued but he seemed to be enjoying being with him nonetheless, or was that what was the norm for Brian Kinney.

Justin refused to fall for the bate, however, and got out of bed instead, locating his duffel. Quietly, and refusing to look at the pompous brunette he dressed himself, not just in a plain t-shirt and jeans but in the club clothes he had packed for just the occasion.

“What are you doing?” Brian asked, surprising himself by breaking the silence.

“None of your business,” Justin replied as coolly as he could manage, slinging his duffel over his shoulder and marching out of the loft without a goodbye or a backward glance at Brian.

He didn’t know what he had expected he would accomplish by showing up in the older man’s territory and challenging him. All he knew was that he was royally pissed.

And yet it all happened so quick, one minute he was leaning on the bar looking grim and pitiful and the next he was up on stage at the recommendation of the drag queen hosting something called “The King of Proteus.”

The music (“High school confidential”, which was an eerily fitting song), the cheering, and clapping of the crowd was filling him with adrenaline, it was like his own personal aphrodisiac. However, there were a few faces in the crowd that practically levitated him; Brian’s friends and the mystical man himself. While the others wore a surprised face, and in Emmett’s case a jovial one, Brian’s was stony, almost murderous. This did nothing to discourage him though, instead it filled him with a vindictive fury. Too soon the song was over and the crowd was whistling and howling their approval, some even called out his name.

He was backstage for no longer than two minutes, wiping some of the glitter from his body when he heard his name being called accompanied by loud applause. Stunned he stepped back out, stage lights shinning on his face as the very handsome drag queen placed the crown on his head.  Bowing and grinning widely he stepped out of the stage, the dancers clearing a path for him as he moved towards Brian, whom was facing the bar, throwing back a shot of amber liquid that couldn’t be anything else than JB. On his right Michael was glaring daggers at him, on Michael’s right Ted was conspicuously checking him out, and to the tallest brunette’s left Emmet shrieked, “Baby, you were fabulous!”

Justin grinned and gave a little bow then turned to stare at Brian’s back, he was signaling the bartender for yet another drink. Without acknowledging him, the tall Adonis threw back the drink he had finally extracted from the overwhelmed ashy-blonde bartender and pushed himself away from the bar and towards the dance floor, bumping Justin’s shoulder as he went. All four men watched him go, saw him grab the first fuckable guy and disappear through the throng of dancers, predictably heading towards his kingdom; the backroom.

The blonde sighed and leaned on the spot of the bar that Brian had just evacuated, he ignored the staring faces of the latter’s friends and signaled for the bartender. He downed the bourbon just as Michael unkindly said, “Don’t tell me you’re disappointed.”

Justin ignored him and turned to Emmet instead, “See ya on the dance floor.” And he was gone. Considering that he was already here there was no reason he shouldn’t enjoy himself.

Within seconds’ bodies began to press against him as he swayed to the “thumpa thumpa” with them. One of the bodies pressed against him tried to pass him something with his tongue, but Justin shook his head and turned his body away from the pushy dancer.

After many songs and countless of drinks later he had forgotten why he had come to the club in the first place and found himself in the strong arms of a tall, dark skinned man he had sworn he had met before but his foggy brain wasn’t registering him, or much of anything for that matter.

“How much had you had to drink?” He heard the man ask, his lips tickling his ear.

Justin shrugged and mumbled, “One, two-lost count.”

“Come on Justin, we’ll go get some coffee.”

“Coffee, right,” Justin snorted but let himself be guided to the coat check and out of the club. The cool air felt amazing on his face, and he felt himself sober up, well a bit.

He turned to the very handsome man next to him, appreciating that even in his intoxication he had taste, but that could still be the alcohol talking. His black jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the olive-green shirt he wore complimented his chocolate skin and brought out the green around his large brown eyes. The man blinked down at him and he noticed how long his very black lashes were.

“Pretty,” he said drunkenly.

The man chuckled as he led Justin down the street. It turned out that coffee, had really meant just coffee. With the help of caffeine his mind cleared, if only a tinge and he ultimately recognized where he had met the man across from him before. Suddenly he cried out, “It’s you!”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied amused but confused.

“No, I mean I just noticed where I’ve met you before.”

“So, this whole time you had no idea who you were talking to?”

“Nope,” Justin answered with a sheepish smile as he sipped on his coffee.

The man shook his head and then he too took a sip of his coffee cup. “How come you never called me?” asked Terence Walker, the artist he had met at the GLC.

Justin blushed and fidgeted uncomfortably, “Well, I was-and then-“

Terence chuckled and it was a nice sound, and then to the younger man’s relief said, “Don’t worry about it. You’re here now.”

Justin smiled indulgently as Terence asked if he would like another cup but Justin shook his head and yawned.

“Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Ummm no, actually. Was that an invitation to your place?”

The taller man shrugged and replied, “As long as it’s a yes.”

It took them less than 10 minutes to get to Terence’s place, but by that time Justin had a difficult time keeping his eyes open. He remembered stepping in and using the bathroom, but the next thing he knew the sun was glaring in his face and he was lying face down on a lumpy mattress. He groaned and turned to lay on his back, slowly sitting up and stretching when he noticed the shirtless and muscular body next to him. He looked down at himself and was relieved to find himself fully clothed. He yawned as the body next to him stirred and began to risen.

“Morning,” Justin grumbled and received a smile from the dark-skinned man.

“Want some breakfast?”

Justin’s stomach grumbled and grinning he nodded.

“I would make you some but I’m afraid my roommates might eat it before we even get the chance. Soo, the Liberty Diner?”

“Sure,” Justin said with another yawn and the start of a headache, though for all the alcohol he had consumed the night before, it was a fleeting one.

The walk to the Liberty Diner was under 10 minutes and at the sound of the dinging bells that signified his entrance he caught the eyes of the three people who had turned to look towards the door. He groaned but returned Emmett’s wave, and very reluctantly made his way towards the table as the tall, flamboyant man waved him forward gaily. Michael pretended he wasn’t there and Ted gave him a lame, “Hi.”

“Uhhh and who’s this tasty morsel?” Emmett asked turning to an out-of-place looking Terence.

“Oh, ummm, this is Terence.”

“Hello,” said Terence smiling awkwardly but still looking good enough to eat, if one would go by Emmett’s intense stare.

Terence blushed and turned bemused to Justin, whom shrugged. Then the dinging from the door was heard again and without needing to turn he knew who it was, for one, a broad smile spread against Michaels face, Ted looked like he wished he was anywhere but there, and Emmett had finally stopped staring at Terence.

“Well see you,” Justin said and grabbing Terence’s hand, led him away from the table and the brunette that was making his way to them.

Once they were sitting at the counter a bit away from the group of four, he noticed that Terence was eyeing him curiously.

“What?” he asked looking up from his menu.

“Nothing,” he replied but Justin watched as he turned to look at Brian.

“You know him?”

Terence turned to the blonde with a half-smile. “Who doesn’t,” he replied.

Justin didn’t reply because at that moment the very loud, red-headed, and buttoned adorned Debbie made her way over to them. “Sunshine!” she practically shrieked. “And where are your little friends?”

“Ummm-” but before he could answer she turned a threatening look to Terence.

“And you, what are you doing with this kid at this time of the day?”

“Uhh, eating breakfast,” Terence answered flustered.

“And how do you know Sunshine here?”

“From the GLC Debbie, at an art show,” Justin answered for the confused man.

“Mmhhmm,” she scowled clearly noticing Justin’s wrinkled up club clothes. The blonde gave her a significant look, pleading for her not to reveal his age, but Debbie ignored him.

“So, do you frequently fuck underage kids, who are still in high school?!” she said in a loud voice that surely carried throughout the whole diner.

Fuck.

Eyes bulging, he stared from Debbie to Justin and then finally mumbled, “I didn’t know.”

“Debbie, please, can we just get something to eat,” Justin groaned covering his face with his hand as Terence did the same with his menu as most of the patrons stared openly at them.

Begrudgingly she took their orders and sauntered off to serve her other clients.

Ashamed Justin turned to Terence, whom was staring down at a stain on the counter as if he wished to trade places. “Look, I-I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

But to Justin’s surprise when Terence turned to him he did so with a small smile, but it was genuine. “I know now and plus you scarcely had the chance to tell me, I just wish I didn’t have to find out in front of the whole diner.”

Justin chuckled. “Yeah, leave it to Debbie.”

At that moment, the very woman made her way towards them, her arms laden with plates. Scoffing she placed the plates in front of them and then only after eyeing Terence with great disparagement she strode away.

“Sorry,” Justin said apologetically shoving some eggs and hash browns into his mouth. Terence grimaced.

Halfway through his meal Debbie’s loud voice was heard again, and this time she seemed to be threatening someone else. Justin turned to look over at her latest victim and at the sight his stomach plummeted and he quickly lost his appetite. With a threatening finger pointed to his chest Justin watched as she pointed another finger directly at him with her other hand and heard the words clearly.

“What do you mean he isn’t your responsibility! He is your student! You’re going to get your ass out of this bench right fucking now and drive him straight to school!”

“The fuck I am!”

“Now!” she growled.

Grimacing Brian’s eyes locked with his and he called out, clearly beside himself with annoyance, “You heard the woman twat, let’s fucking go before she takes my eyes out with her talons.”

With his heart pounding somewhere near his Adam’s apple he turned to Terence who was staring petrified at the scene. “Well I’ll call you.”

As if coming back to himself the handsome man turned to the blonde and nodded his head. “Yeah you do that.”

And because Debbie’s behavior irked him beyond belief he snaked his hand around Terence’s neck and kissed him enthusiastically, surprised that the bewildered man responded so quickly, and yeah, his plump lips were quite exquisite.

“See you,” and he turned his back to him giving Debbie an innocent look and ignoring Brian’s growing scowl.

TBC