Chapter 14 - Finally!
As soon as the shock wore off, Justin launched himself across the little cafe table and into Brian's lap. Since he didn't have the right words to thoroughly express all his gratitude, Justin simply grabbed hold of Brian's surprised-looking face and started kissing him wildly. Hard, wet, sloppy kisses rained down on the usually staid man, on his lips, on his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin. The youth's extravagant enthusiasm caused Brian to chuckle even as he was returning the passionate kisses.
"Brian, this is the most awesome thing anybody has ever done for me," Justin gushed, betraying his youthfulness.
"You deserve it, Sunshine," Brian asserted. "I meant what I said earlier that you're way too talented to be wasting your time on some crap job at an art supply store."
"Maybe, but I do like to eat so I have to work somewhere. Besides I get a great discount on my art supplies," Justin joked, trying to steer Brian away from such serious topics. "So, Brian," Justin teased, squirming just a little so that, since he was still sitting in Brian's lap, he could emphasize his point. "Would you say that this qualifies as our second date?"
"That depends on whether or not you think I'm doing an okay job at this whole dating thing," Brian was cautious. "If you hate it, we can call this something other than a date. Maybe just a dinner between friends?"
"Actually, I think that, for a guy with virtually no prior dating experience, you're doing a pretty excellent job."
"Okay, then. Yes, I'll agree to calling this our second date. Let's just hope it ends better than the first one . . . "
"Oh, I definitely think it will." Justin smiled mischievously, stood up and pulled Brian to his own feet. "See, I pretty much always put out on the second date," Justin winked and then seized Brian's hand and led him out the door of the restaurant. "And, I saw that new box of condoms you put in the medicine cabinet a couple days ago. As far as I know, Winston hasn't figured out how to get into that cupboard yet."
Brian wasn't sure if it was the wine they'd had with dinner, the general mood of celebration or if, maybe, Justin had simply given up trying to play hard to get. But, whatever it was, Brian gladly let the boy lead him out of the restaurant, down the street and around the block to their apartment. The whole way, they were goofing around, laughing, dancing and simply acting like love-struck teenagers. Brian had never let himself be this relaxed and unrestrained with someone before. It wasn't like him to act so carefree and playful. He felt incredibly free. Being here with Justin, without anyone judging him and without all the expectations he'd come to resent so much from his friends and family back in Pittsburgh, Brian was finally able to let go a little.
The two tipsy men danced up to the entrance of their apartment. Brian fumbled the keys out of his pocket to unlock the doors and then they ran inside, falling together against the wall next to the elevator call button. Brian punched the call button and at the same time dove into Justin's sweet, unresisting lips.
The elevator doors slid open a minute later but Brian was too busy concentrating on tasting the coral pinkness to notice. The elevator doors slid closed again. Brian flipped Justin's body around so that the younger man was now standing with his back to the wall with Brian's larger body pressed firmly against him. Justin's hands came up, of their own accord, and he wove his fingers into the baby-soft auburn tresses. He tugged at handfuls of hair, pulling Brian closer, deepening their kisses, cementing the connection along the length of their bodies.
At first their embraces seemed frantic, as though they fought against time and had to get as much of each other as quickly as possible. But then there came a moment when Brian felt himself suddenly still. He gasped in a deep lungful of air, inhaling Justin's presence at the same time. Everything around them seemed frozen in that moment of time. Even with his eyes closed, Brian could sense Justin pausing at the same instant. He opened his eyes and saw he was being stared back at by a pair of the most intensely blue eyes he'd never dared imagine possible. There was nothing between them at this moment. For this tiny fraction of time it felt like they were alone, together, bodies fused with wills and their innermost selves closer to another being than would ever be possible again.
*Ahem* "Sorry to interrupt, boys," a creaky, high-pitched and highly amused voice said, bursting the bubble of intimacy that the two men had been enveloped in at that precious moment. "But, you're blocking the elevator button, and I'm sure as hell not walking up three flights of stairs at my age. I don't give a flying fart how twitter-pated you two are. You'll have to shift over at least enough so I can get to the button."
Brian turned his head to find the owner of the voice, presumably ready with a snarky come back telling whoever was annoying them to get lost. When he didn't actually see anyone behind him though, Brian was forced to pull his body away from Justin's enough so that he could twist further around. He still didn't see the speaker.
"Down here, lover boy," the tiny voice was accompanied this time by a tap at Brian's shoulder with the rubber tip of a polished wood cane and his gaze was drawn downward. "You two mind moving your asses. I ain't got all day."
Brian, and now Justin too, discovered that they were being accosted by a tiny old woman - she couldn't have even been five feet tall and was slender with paper-thin, finely wrinkled skin and a curly red-headed wig that was slightly askew - who was glowering at them with impish glints of amusement in her watery old blue eyes.
"Well? You two big brawny men going to help an old lady get into the elevator or are you just going to stand there staring at me like I'm a talking mouse and you's afraid of rodents?" The voice and the person might have been small, but the huge attitude was all Big Apple.
The little lady was standing there, tapping her foot at them with impatience, but without any malice, sizing them up as if she was trying to figure out if she could lift them if they weren't going to move soon. Brian smiled and Justin chuckled and then they pushed themselves away from the wall. Justin chivalrously pushed the elevator call button for the woman and then both men stepped back so that the imperious older woman could get into the elevator as soon as the doors opened.
"That's better, young man," the teeny tiny lady nodded her approval up at Brian as he gallantly half-bowed while she shuffled into the elevator car. "Now, you two carry on and have yerselves a good night. Such a handsome young couple. . . "
The elevator doors cut off whatever else the outspoken old woman was about to say about them, leaving the two men giggling outright at the audacious little spitfire. "Well, you heard the lady, Sunshine," Brian snorted a rather undignified laugh. "We should 'carry on' and have ourselves a good night."
"Excellent advice, young man," Justin agreed, letting out another giggle as he hit the elevator call button again, and then fell back into Brian arms.
Their intense mood had been lifted by the interlude but their passion was still bubbling underneath. By the time they reached their apartment door, they were almost breathless again, but this time there was just as much amusement in their kisses as ardor. Brian held a struggling Justin up against the door while he located the door key and then they both tumbled inside as the door flew open before they were ready.
Somehow Brian managed to avoid landing right on top of Justin and instead managed to roll them both over till he could kick the door closed. Amid ongoing laughter, interspersed liberally with playful kissing, they rolled each other out of their jackets and most of their clothes. They wrestled and twisted, each trying to end up on top of the dog pile, foreplay and horseplay being doled out in equal parts.
Somehow Justin ended up naked first and then managed to pin Brian beneath him, the younger man's legs straddling Brian's waist, his slim yet strong body helping to quell the brunet's half-hearted struggles while Brian let his arms be restrained above his head by Justin. Justin took the opportunity to lean in for a long, languorous taste of Brian's ripe raspberry lips. Justin wasn't usually this much of an aggressor, but there was something so erotic in the way Brian was letting him take charge for the moment. It was driving Justin wild. With his mouth securely latched onto Brian's, he shimmied his body down until his full cock was sliding smoothly over taut, muscular abs, catching in a thick thatch of wiry pubes and then finally, rubbing head-to-head with another equally ready dick.
Justin felt so wanton, so lewd and shameless. This was far outside his usual comfort zone. He didn't care though. It had been so long for him and all his doubts had been burned away in a haze of lust.
"Brian, I want you. Now," Justin breathed into the older man's ear. "I want you so deep inside me that I still feel you a week from now. Now, Brian. Now! Please!"
More than eager to oblige, Brian shook his hands free from Justin's grip and leaned up halfway. His own pants had been left in a wad not far away, luckily close enough to reach so he could retrieve the condoms he'd made sure were in the pocket this evening. As soon as Justin saw exactly what his companion was after, he snatched one little foil packet away and ripped it open with abandon.
Justin took the initiative, shifting his body just enough so that he could unroll the latex sheath over Brian's straining cock. Then he lifted his supple young body up with straining thighs until he could position himself right where he wanted to be, his neglected hole directly over Brian's ready steel shaft. With his eyes locked to Brian's, Justin almost violently slammed his body down, taking all of Brian into himself in one strong, steady thrust. Both men cried out at the same instant, Justin's painful pleasure mixing aloud with Brian's joyous wonder. And then, never even giving himself a second to adjust, the shameless, sex starved young blond started riding Brian for all he was worth.
Brian was almost as amazed at himself as Justin for allowing the boy to take control this way. He let himself be manhandled by this little slip of a boy in a way that was completely out of character for him. But, as he lay back and watched Justin's total abandonment, Brian felt freer than he ever thought he could be. It was almost as heady a feeling as the passion that was swelling through him as Justin rode his cock relentlessly. Brian resisted the urge to flip the younger man over and retake control. He surrendered to Justin's overwhelming drive and the waves of desire that radiated off the smooth alabaster body of his young lover immediately swamped him. Without any warning, Brian's body was already there on the edge of climax, and there was absolutely no way he could hold back. As Justin lowered his exquisitely tight ass down onto Brian's hot hard cock again, Brian convulsed and felt himself cumming stronger and harder than he'd ever thought possible, the release so explosive it was almost painful.
Justin's own climax followed just seconds later and then the youth collapsed on top of Brian in a boneless, sticky heap. Nobody moved or made a single noise for several long moments. It was so incredibly quiet in fact, that after a couple minutes, both men were distracted by a loud vibrating sound that seemed to be directed at them from overhead. Brian brushed away a few strands of long blond hair that had been blocking his vision and easily found the source of the rumbling noise - Winston was perched officiously on the arm of the couch directly above their heads, his large green eyes slitted contentedly as he purred down at them with all-out kitty approval.
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Justin woke up a little disoriented. He could tell by the light creeping into the room that it was still early. He noted offhand that he was in his old bedroom in the nice big king-sized bed that he and Connor had bought when he'd first moved in. For about half a second Justin even thought that the warm body spooned up behind him WAS Connor. But, when he rolled over and saw the dark auburn hair of the man next to him, it all came back to Justin in a flash.
It had finally happened! He and Brian had fucked! Even worse, it had been fantastic. It was probably the best night of Justin’s entire life. What a complete disaster!
Shit! What had he done? Justin had told himself over and over that he wouldn’t succumb to Brian’s unquestionable charm. He didn't need this right now. He wouldn’t let himself be just another one night stand for this shameless playboy. It was NOT what Justin wanted. It was NOT Justin’s style to jump in and out of bed with just anyone, let alone his roommate. Justin didn’t know what had come over him. He wasn’t that crazy, wanton, sex-starved slut that he’d seemed last night. This was NOT good.
Now there would be the awkward morning after. The difficult meetings as they passed in the hallway or sat together without knowing what to say over a meal. Brian would start avoiding him. Justin wouldn’t have any idea what to say when they did meet. He’d never be able to look Brian in the eye again after the way he’d acted last night. So much for his plans to try to talk Brian into letting him stay in the apartment longer after the holidays.
Justin groaned. He figured he should get up and head to the corner store for a paper so he could get started on apartment hunting as soon as he got up. But, as he tried to roll away towards the edge of the bed, Justin felt two muscular arms enfold him and pull him back tightly against the cozy, welcoming, hard body behind him.
“You’re not going anywhere yet, Sunshine,” a deep, resonant, baritone voice hummed into his ear, the words being followed almost instantly by a series of light, barely-there, nibbling kisses trailing down Justin’s sensitive neck. “I’m just getting started.”
Justin was mesmerized not only by the sexy voice but also by the hands that crept down his chest, trailing over his nipples, his abs, circling his belly and finally finding their way to his crotch. Brian’s hands were caressing him so tenderly. It wasn’t like the passionate and somewhat rough touches that they’d engaged in the night before. This was so much more reverent, so much more affectionate. Justin was trying to resist but he couldn’t stop himself from surrendering to the feelings.
Brian's hand quickly latched onto the singular object of his desire, gently stroking along Justin's semi-erect cock, while his lips grazed lightly along Justin's neck. "Hell, Sunshine, I can't believe what you're doing to me. I can't seem to keep my hands off you," Brian whispered between kisses. "Or my lips. . . my body . . . my cock. . . " The evidence of the truth of his words - hot, dripping and hard - rubbing against Justin's back. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," Brian added with a sigh, his voice so soft that Justin wasn't really sure he'd heard that last part.
The solemn intensity in that last hushed comment caused Justin to roll over, looking his lover in the eyes to try and discover just where those twinges of sadness had come from. Brian didn't smile at him. Instead, Justin caught surprising glimpses of uncertainty, fear and pain. It was not at all what he'd expected. Without even thinking about it, Justin reached out, feeling a need to comfort and protect this sad, vulnerable and seemingly lonely man. And, surprisingly, Brian let himself be held for quite a long time.
Finally, with a big sigh, Brian pulled free of the younger man's arms, looking up at the beaming blue eyes a bit sheepishly. "I can't . . . I'm not really . . . I'm not usually this lesbionic, Sunshine," Brian eventually managed to stutter with a little self-deprecating laugh. "Actually, I'm usually much more like this," Brian covered up his disquiet with a more typical smirking grin before darting down under the covers, his experienced and talented mouth sucking in Justin's dick without any further warning, eliciting a startled and happy gasp from the surprised blond.
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The next time Justin woke up it was to find himself alone in the big bed in what was now Brian’s room. The spot next to him was still warm so his bedmate couldn't have been gone long. Justin was glad to have this minute alone to think. He was still reeling from the things that Brian had inadvertently revealed to him earlier. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Who was Brian Kinney, exactly? Was he the man he professed to be - cold, unemotional, unconnected and not willing to get attached. Or, was he the man that Justin had glimpsed off and on over the past few weeks - vulnerable, caring, shy but strong and maybe, just maybe, willing to take a chance on something he’d never allowed himself before?
Justin didn’t have long to ponder the vagaries of the Brian Kinney experience, though. Brian himself came bustling back into the room with a tray loaded full of coffee mugs, a steaming carafe of delicious smelling coffee, two bowls of Cheerios and a jug of milk.
“So, you may not have figured this out about me yet, Sunshine, but I DON’T cook,” Brian said as he carefully placed the tray on the nightstand and then settled himself back in bed under the covers. “However, I do know how to put pre-made foods into attractive containers and serve it. So. . . Voila! I give you ‘Breakfast In Bed’ - sort of. Sorry, but cold cereal was all we had.”
Brian looked so proud of himself for having assembled breakfast on his own that Justin couldn’t help but laugh. He scooted up so he was sitting and then happily accepted the proffered bounty of cereal and coffee when Brian started serving things. It felt so comfortable. Brian was being so so considerate. It was totally freaking Justin out, but he didn’t hate it, either.
“Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Brian Kinney,” Justin inquired as Brian accommodatingly offered him cream for his coffee.
“Hush! I’m just me. I AM allowed to be nice sometimes, Sunshine,” Brian crinkled up his nose adorably and playfully bumped into Justin’s shoulder.
“Sorry, Brian. It’s just that . . ." Justin struggled to put into words the confused thoughts that were whirling through his mind at the moment. “I’m not sure who you really are or how I’m supposed to react to you.”
“When you first showed up here, you were this supremely confident, uncaring lout who seemed like he couldn't care less about how his actions affected the rest of the world. That first day you came here, you didn’t seem to care a whit about kicking me out to sleep on the streets. You even told me yourself the first week you were here that you didn’t do relationships, you don’t do boyfriends and, until recently, you’ve only been on one, very unsuccessful, date. That guy was kind of a cliche, admittedly, but relatively easy to understand.”
“I figured that I understood that guy. I knew how to deal with THAT guy. But now you’re like someone completely different. You seem. . . I don’t know what it is, but you just seem like a totally different person. I don’t know what to expect from you,” Justin babbled, unable to explain himself better. “I like this person you seem to be now. . . I just don’t know if I can trust this new Brian Kinney.”
This was an uncomfortable truth for Brian to hear. He knew he wasn’t really acting like himself - or at least the self he was used to portraying. But it had felt so good. It had been easy to let himself fall for this exuberant young man who was so completely open with his feelings. He didn’t really want to go back to being the Brian Kinney that he’d been back in Pittsburgh. The Brian Kinney that had to hide behind some ridiculous uncaring mask seemed so far removed from how he was feeling these days. It wasn’t surprising that Justin was having a hard time reconciling himself with the dichotomous nature of Brian’s personality, since Brian was just as confused by his own reactions.
“Justin, I . . . I don’t even know who Brian Kinney is supposed to be,” Brian’s voice died off as he tried to explain himself but couldn’t find the words. “Can’t we just be . . . whatever we end up without labeling it? I’m not good with shit like that. I don’t like to be psychoanalyzed. All I know is that I like this. . . being here with you and I don’t really . . . Fuck! I don’t want to . . . Fuck this!”
That was all the introspection Brian was capable of for one day. He bolted out of the bed, knocking Justin’s bowl of cereal over in the process, and grabbed up a pair of jeans and a shirt as he ran out of the room. By the time Justin had fished himself out of the milk drenched sheets, Brian was gone. The sound of the apartment door slamming shut, echoed emptily around the apartment. Justin looked around him, a little lost and unsure about exactly what had just happened and really, really confused about what was going to happen next.
As Justin stood there, still naked and dripping with milk, a Cheerio or two sticking to parts of his skin, Winston sauntered up with a 'Mow' and then started licking the milk off his person's left ankle.
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