Chapter 26  - Recovery.

Recovery:  The action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen or lost; a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength.

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Justin's POV

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So I guess the night isn't completely ruined. We sit in the hot tub for a while. Brian's holding me the entire time like he's afraid if he loses physical contact with me that I'll dematerialize. We drink just enough of the champagne that some of the sad goes away but we never really get back to that same happy we were at before.

What with the busy day back at Kinnetik, the excitement of opening a bank account, and all the drama tonight, not to mention that huge dinner we ate and the almost two bottles of champagne we've consumed, I'm actually pretty tired. The hot tub drains away any energy I might have had left. I catch myself yawning more than once before Brian rousts us both out, dries me off with an enormous bath sheet supplied by the hotel, and bundles me into the big master bed. As soon as Brian crawls in next to me, I'm asleep.

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Brian comes up from behind me. We're on his bed in the loft. I'm lying in the center of the bed on my stomach. He kneels on the bed, straddling my thighs. I can feel his hands touching me, starting with my legs and moving slowly up my body, running over my hips, my sides, curling over my back muscles then sliding over my shoulders and arms till his hands rest gripping my wrists. He has me pinned beneath his body now. I can feel every glorious inch of him.

He's biting at my shoulders and then he licks each little wound away making me moan. He's rocking his hips from side to side so his huge erection trails heavily across my lower back and buttocks. I want him inside me so badly.

'Brian, please. You said you'd fuck me,' I'm begging him. 'I need it, Brian. I need you so badly. Why won't you fuck me. Just take me. Make me yours.'

'I can't, Justin,' Brian growls with anger. 'I want you but I can't have you. Not while he still owns you. I won't share you. You're mine. But you have to get away from him.'

He's grinding his dick into my crack now. The tip is just millimeters from entering me. I can feel his heat, the blood pulsing through his cock making it twitch against my skin. I want that heat inside me. I'm so empty. Brian is the only one who can make me full.

'I want you to get hard for me Justin. I need to know you need me too.' Brian rasps, his voice harsh with his need.

'I can't Brian. I told you that I can't. I don't know what's wrong.' I'm crying in frustration because I need that hot hard cock inside me so badly.

'Yes, you can Justin. You just have to open the door.' Brian says.

And when I turn my head to look, the scene has changed. There's a different door there where the bathroom should be. It's the door to my old bedroom from when I was a child.

'I can't open it. It's locked. It's always locked.' I tell Brian who's now standing beside me, fully dressed once again and holding my hand. 

'Maybe she has the key,' he says pointing to a small blonde woman standing off to one side.

It's my mother. She's crying. As I watch, she crumples to the ground, hiding her face in her hands. But then my father is there, too, pulling her hands away so I can see her lovely sad face. 

'You need to see this, Jennifer. You need to see what a disgusting, perverted animal your son has become.' Craig's voice is hard and venomous, it drips hatred.

'See what you're doing to your mother, you ungrateful little piece of shit,' he screams at me. 'I've told you before, boy, that you will not abuse yourself in my house. How many times have you been told. Huh? Answer me! How many times have I told you that this behavior will NOT be tolerated.'

'Craig, please. You're overreacting.' my mother is trying to stop him. 

He comes over to where I'm now lying on the floor and grabs me by my hair. He pulls me up to my knees. I'm naked again. 'Show your mother what it is you're spending all your time up here doing, boy. GO ON! I want her to see just what it is her precious little boy is doing with his dick all day.'

'Father, please. I don't want to do this. I promise I'll be better. Please.'

But I already know where this is going. He'll starve me if I don't obey. He's yelling and threatening and I know it's no use. So I do what I have to do to survive. I reach down and grab my flaccid dick and start pumping at it while I stare into my crying mother's horrified eyes. 

'Craig, this is insane,' she yells after only a moment or two and she tries to stand up to face him down. 'This is not appropriate. I understand your position about this but it's not the proper way to handle this . . . '

'Shut up, Jennifer.' he growls and back hands her across the side of her face. 'How dare you try to undermine me in front of our son like that. I'm the man in this house and I say what's appropriate and what's not.

'Don't you fucking stop, boy,' he yells at me as I start to move toward my mother to help her. 'This is all your fault to start with. See what you've done? See what you made me do to your mother. You're the cause of every bad thing that's ever happened in this house. Now look at all this shit you've brought on us. Look at your mother lying there crying and bleeding. This is your fault, you perverted piece of shit. Before you came along we were perfectly happy. Now look at all this shit you've brought on us. I will not have you dragging the rest of this family down to hell with you because of your sinful nature, boy.'

My mother is crying in a heap on the floor in front of me. Her lip is split where he hit her and it's still bleeding. He's standing over us glaring down at this spectacle he's created. I can't tell if he's proud of his creation or just indifferent. I don't see any regret though.

'Now you get back to what I told you to do, boy,' he orders me. 'And you, Jennifer, you'll watch this because it's your coddling that's contributed to this depravity. And you'll both stay here until I say you can leave, damn it. You're going to learn your lesson boy. I'm the only man in this house. I'm the only one who has a legitimate reason to be using my dick. Your's shouldn't come out of your pants except when you piss.'

'And after today, if I ever catch you with so much as half a hard on, you'll think this,' he waves his hand to indicate the mess around us, 'was a fucking picnic.'

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"Fuck you! You can't make me do this. I won't. How dare you do this to me. You've ruined my whole fucking life. Fuck you, father. Fuck you! . . . "

"Justin? What's wrong? What . . ." Brian's trying to get untangled from the sheets and sit up to stop me from flailing at him.

As soon as I hear Brian's voice I calm a little. His hands stroking my arms help even more. I'm starting to be able to focus on where I am, and the images in my head from my dream are fading. 

Not a dream, though. I know that it wasn't just a dream - it really happened. Fuck! That really happened? My god. How could he do that to me? How dare he do that - to anyone? 

Brian's still talking to me. He's doing that thing he does to soothe me - saying little nonsense things, holding me and stroking any piece of skin he can reach just to maintain a connection. He's so good. I fucking lucked out that day I passed out in Torso. I'm amazed at just how wonderful this man has been to me. He's the most beautiful, caring, most wonderful man I'll ever know. 

And I won't let that sadistic shit, my father, take this away from me. l know what he did now. I'd always thought that somehow it had been my fault. That somehow I'd done something to cause my own problems. That I was broken or damaged or just wrong. But, it was never my fault - I know that now. I never did anything to deserve this. And I'm not going to let him get away with ruining my best chance of happiness ever.

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Brian's POV

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Another fucking dream. I wish there was something I could do to help him, to stop all these bad memories from flooding back at him every night. And I can tell this was a bad one since I'm not able to quiet him for a long while. Fucking Craig Taylor. I'm not ready for what happens next, though.

"Brian," he says finally, turning to look at me now that the dream is fading, and I see to my astonishment that he's smiling.

Justin is smiling his great big Sunshine smile. He reaches around and touches my face, trailing his fingers lightly along my jaw and running his thumb across my lips. Then he twists around so he's sitting on his knees, his legs straddling mine and he grabs my hair with both hands. Holding my face steady, he dives in, claiming my lips for a passionate, deep kiss that curls my toes.

In mere moments, I feel something hot and hard growing up between us. As Justin leans into my body to deepen his kiss, I feel his cock harden even more. It's like an iron spike now, digging into my abs. I'm thrilled.

"Whoa! Sunshine. Look at you! That's magnificent!" I can't help it, I'm just so overjoyed for him and for me.

"Yeah. . . Ohhhh, Brian," he's moaning into my mouth and grinding against me, almost beyond control. "Maybe . . . less looking, and more touching? Please, Brian. I've got twenty years of pent up sexual frustration that needs to come out right now or I'm gonna explode."

"More than happy to oblige, Sunshine," I gleefully grab hold and enjoy the feel of hard muscle under silky skin as I stroke him slowly. "But what brought all this on so suddenly - not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"You don't want to know. Mmmmm. Brian, that feels so good," Justin pants out.

The poor kid is already halfway to his climax and all I've done is barely touch his dick. You gotta admire his enthusiasm, though. And he looks so beautiful right now, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his pale ivory skin, his head thrown back, eyes closed and his mouth agape. If I hadn't already wanted him so badly my dick was practically screaming for him, seeing him like this would have definitely done the trick. 

"Stop," he reaches for my hand and pulls it away. "I want you inside me the first time, Brian. I need you. Please fuck me, Brian. Now."

I see no reason to make him ask twice. I quickly flip us over so Justin's lying on his back. First, I bend to take a quick sweet taste of my luscious little blond, licking at the droplets of pre-cum leaking out of that tempting slit. The contact brings on a fresh surge and Justin's dick is now dripping wet. I almost let myself get distracted by the delicious sight, but then I remember that I have a specific request to fulfill, so I reluctantly move away. 

The lube and condoms I stashed earlier in the nightstand are easily accessible. I get out what I need. With two well lubed fingers I pop into his ready little hole and do what I can to prepare him. I'd go slower if I could, but this is not going to be a slow, leisurely fuck. Justin's too far gone already to last much longer and I'm almost equally excited by the sight of his wanton, lust-filled body writhing at my every touch. This is going to be fast and hard. 

When I think he's as ready as I dare get him, I take a chance and let my fingers brush just once across his prostate as I pull them out. I have to immediately reach down and squeeze his balls just a little bit tighter than is comfortable to stop him from cumming right then. When his breathless urgent gasps calm enough, telling me he'll last a bit longer, I let go and kiss those panting pink lips. 

"Hold on for me, for just a few more minutes, Sunshine," I breathe into him and get a small nod in response. "Put your legs up on my shoulders, Justin. That's right. Now, just relax. I'll take care of you. Here we go."

The tiny mewling gasp he makes as I enter him is fucking adorable. I pause briefly to let him adjust and look down to find his eyes closed and a sweet smile on those perfect pink lips that makes me even hungrier for this moment. And then I begin to drive into him and there's no more room for thought. 

That hot welcoming hole of his is a perfect fit. He's amazingly tight and I sigh out my pleasure as I slide in deeper. Fuck, this feels so right and we've both been waiting so long. I wish I could make it last but the electric tide inside my balls is already rising and won't be held back for long.

I pull out to his moaning cries and then slam back in with the harsh rush of his breath. I love how vocal he is. My balls are throbbing with the need to get release already. Oh fuck it - I give up on finesse and just start to drive into him relentlessly. I'm reveling in the quickly building overload of sensations. 

My ecstatic little blond is thrashing and writhing beneath me all the while. He arches up to meet my every thrust. And I'm just about to reach between us to start stroking him, when I feel his body freeze and hear his breath catch. Then he cries out and I know he's going to cum without my even touching him.

"Oh, Brian. God. I'm cuming. Oh fuck. Fuck. . . Fuck. . . Aaaaah!"

He shoots then, so hard that I can feel his cum pelting against my chest. The smell of sex and the feel as his ass muscles clench around my dick is more than enough to take me over the edge right after him. As we're both drained by the physical and emotional release, I collapse onto his sticky torso, never wanting to have to move ever again.

Before my brain circuitry is even completely back on line, Justin is already brushing my sweaty hair away from my eyes and smiling up at me adoringly.

"Thank you, Brian. That was utterly amazing."

"Mmfph," I answer, which translates from the post-coital as: 'Yes, it was rather good for me as well. You're more than welcome.' 

"So, Brian," this talkative minx presses on, smiling coyly as he goes. "Not that I'm trying to be greedy or ungrateful or anything, but I was just kind of wondering, um, well, exactly how long before you're ready to go again?"

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Justin's POV

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Brian is incredible. Really. I've been with lots of guys but I've never seen anyone who's able to fuck as many times and in such rapid succession as Brian. I was really just joking before when I asked him how long till he was ready again. Brian seemed to take it as a personal challenge, though. And let me just say he rose to the challenge (pun intended) beautifully.

After the first time, there were two more times in bed, once in the hot tub and once in the shower, then once with me draped over the back of the couch when we got distracted on our way to get some drinks at the bar. When we made it back to bed after that one, we both fell asleep for a little while. Now I'm awake again, and I really have to pee, but I'm afraid to move for fear of waking him up - he'd probably feel it necessary to fuck me again, just to prove the point. Not that I'd really mind. I mean I am a bit sore, but just the thought of what Brian can do with his dick and his hands and his mouth . . . Mmmmm. Maybe it's not that bad an idea to wake him up after all.

I'm just in the middle of trying to decide the best location and position for our next fuck, when I'm interrupted by the noise of his cell phone vibrating away on the nightstand. I quickly pick it up to stop the rattling sound from waking Brian, and I notice the caller ID reads 'Jennifer Taylor'. Fuck.

I’d managed to forget about that stupid ‘Missing’ flyer. But, of course, Brian didn’t because he promised to call her for me.  I wonder if they already spoke or if this is just her returning his call from yesterday. He didn’t say anything about it, but that doesn’t mean anything because he wouldn’t if he thought it would hurt me. Fuck.  

“Who was calling, Sunshine,” Brian mutters as he curls his body closer around mine, trying to pull me back down to the pillow so he can get to my lips, I suspect.  

“I was trying to silence it before the noise woke you,” I tell him, putting the phone on the far side nightstand as I snuggle back into his arms.  

“Too late. I’m awake. So, what do we do now?” Brian teases, his hands already creeping under the covers, seeking out his new favorite play toy.  

When he finds what he was after, we’re both distracted for a while from the phone call and everything else. “I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” I hear from under the blankets somewhere down by my navel, as I feel Brian’s tongue tasting and licking from the tip of my cock down the shaft. When he reaches my balls and takes them both into his mouth, sucking on each in turn, I’m lost to any further worries. 

He carefully releases my balls and moves back up to where he can lick and nibble the super-sensitive skin at the tip. It’s almost ticklish, these little touches and bites, and they make me squirm from wanting so much more. But just before it starts to get uncomfortable, Brian opens wide and takes all of me into his mouth, causing me to sigh with pleasure.  

And, I don’t care if Brian is the premiere top of the town, he’s got some definite skills in the blow job area, too. To start with - no gag reflex - which is obvious when he deep throats me right off. Then, there’s the things he’s doing with his tongue, which I’m not sure are physically possible with your mouth that full, but my dick is witness to the amazing maneuvers, nevertheless. And finally, there’s his perfect sense of rhythm and his timing. It’s like a sixth sense - he seems to knows just the perfect speed to move at to get me to the maximum state of arousal so fast. The warmth, the constant, steady suction, the roving tongue curling around and leaving erotic patterns in its wake, and, above everything else, just knowing that Brian is the one doing this wondrous thing for me, are the ultimate in erotic stimulation.  

“Brian. Brian. Oh, god, Brian. Brian, brian, brian, brianbrianbrianbrian. . ." this chanting voice finally penetrates my haze of arousal a second or two before I realize it’s me making these sounds. I don’t have long to wonder at or be embarrassed by my abject lack of control, though, because Brian has just poked his tongue into the slit at the tip of my cock and it’s enough to drive me beyond wild. I’m shooting into his throat hard, over and over again, spurt after spurt and he’s taking it all. 

Did I mention how absolutely incredible Brian Kinney was? Yeah, well, even that word doesn’t really describe what I’m feeling about this man right now. Maybe I need to find a new word - Sex God, would probably be applicable, but maybe a little embarrassing in public. I’ll think about it later, though, sometime when I’m not panting, sweating and shaking after a mind numbing orgasm.

“You taste so amazing, Sunshine,” Brian says, as his head turtles up from under the blankets. He moves unerringly to my lips to kiss me and share my taste. That salty, earthy sensation on Brian’s smooth, insistent tongue is almost enough to get me hard again right then.  

Brian’s actions bring me back again to the attempt to describe everything he is and all he does to me. ‘Unthinkable’ comes to mind, but that’s too mundane. ‘Fabulous’ is too gay, even for me. ‘Amazing’ just isn’t enough to explain how amazing he is. Same with ‘Fantastic’. ‘Excellent’ sounds too high school.  

“Hmmm?” I mumble without realizing I’m saying anything aloud.

“You’re thinking way too hard, Sunshine. Never a good sign,” Brian says, trying to distract me with a series of light, loud kisses running down my jaw and neck. “So, what is it that’s keeping you so occupied when I’m trying my best to distract you?”

“I was trying to come up with the perfect word to describe you,” I tell him honestly. “But, it’s really hard because you’re so much more than any one word can cope with. Right now I’m leaning towards ‘Superlative’. It means, ‘surpassing all others’, which I think is applicable, but it sounds a little hokey. Anyway, I’ll keep working on it and let you know when I come up with the right word,”

That makes Brian laugh. I love the sound of his laughter. It strikes me that he doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to laugh in real life and that makes me even happier that I was the one who gave this to him. 

“Oh, Sunshine. You’re too much. Here I am trying my damnedest to give you the best fucking blow job you’ll ever have, and you’re doing some elementary school grammar exercise. I love you, Sunshine.” Brian says between chuckles and then falls silent as the impact of what he just said hits us both.

Quick. Quick, I have to distract him before he freaks out over that. Before I freak out over that. We’re not ready for that. I’m desperate to find something that will get our minds off Brian’s little involuntary declaration. My vision falls on the cell phone I’d left on the edge of the side table and I seize it and the topic as a lifeline to get us out of this morass of scary emotions.

“Brian, you know you asked about that call that came in before? The caller ID said it was from Jennifer Taylor. Did you . . . talk to her yesterday?” I ask and I’m reassured when I see Brian start to breathe again more regularly.

“Yeah. I did,” Brian admits, starting to get up out of bed. “I didn’t want to bother you with it last night though - we had other things to talk about. I could use some breakfast, how about you? Let’s call room service and then we can talk about what she told me, okay?”

“Okay. That sounds good. I’m a little hungry,” I readily concede, as my stomach growls and backs up my claims, causing us both to laugh a little again, and bringing us back to a more comfortable place.

There’s plenty of time later to deal with uncomfortable subjects like ‘love’.