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*******We've got a short break in the action here while Introspective!Brian works through his feelings about the whole 'couple' thing. He needs to get his mind straight about his strange new situation before we can move on. So, read on, hope you enjoy and that I haven't driven Brian too OOC! TAG

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Chapter 49 - Couples Craze. (Tuesday, August 2nd).


Justin served himself a huge helping of hash browns to go with the three-egg ham & cheese omelet on his plate. He also had four slices of toast, a bowl of diced fruit, a couple of slices of bacon, a large glass of orange juice and a coffee. Brian watched, amazed, as the bottomless pit started shoveling it all into his wide open mouth. The rate at which this gargantuan quantity of food was disappearing was phenomenal. Brian was disgusted and impressed at the same time.


"You're not secretly bulimic or something are you," Brian asked on the spur of the moment.


"Huh?" The kid mumbled around a bite of cheesy eggs, before swallowing so he could hold an actual conversation. "Fuck no. Why would you ask that?"


"Because, for the life of me, I can't figure out where all those calories are going. There's not a fucking gram of fat on you anywhere. And I never see you exercising. So where the fuck does all that food go?" Brian poked a long, pointy index finger into Justin's side to emphasize the lack of padding - and to elicit a giggle too.


"I guess you just fuck it off me every night." Justin answered, beaming one of his most sunshiny smiles at his breakfast companion. "And at the rate we've been going lately, if I didn't eat like this I'd waste away to nothing in days. That reminds me, can you pass the strawberry jam for my toast."


Brian just smirked, passed the strawberry jam and didn't say anything. The secretive smile on his face spoke bunches though. Justin hadn't been wrong about the amount of fucking going on in the last couple days. Brian would be surprised if they'd gotten more than four or five hours of sleep a night, they'd been so busy in bed. And that didn't even take into account all the daytime fucking. Or all the extra Summer of Sin fucking. But for some reason Brian wasn't the least bit tired. Or sated. And he still wanted more.


He kept expecting to somehow feel like he was done with the boy. Like he'd had enough. But it just never happened. Even right now, when they'd just recently finished up a perfectly fine morning shower fuck, Brian had an almost unbearable urge to sweep all the breakfast dishes off, throw the little blond sprite down onto the table and fuck the daylights out of him over and over again. He was still amazed by the fact that he was fucking the same guy over and over and over and hadn't yet become bored. But it was more than that. It was a constant craving, a desire, a hunger, that he just couldn't escape. And Brian had no idea where it had come from or what to think about this development. For now, all he could do was enjoy it.


"Morning, Mister Horny and Mister Hornier. And how are our resident lovebirds doing?" Malik sang as he practically danced into the kitchen, with Paal following right on his heels. "Don't you two look especially cheery this morning. Although, you'd think, considering the fact that you guys kept us all up most of the night with all the pounding on the walls and screeching at the top of your lungs, that you'd both look a lot more worn out this morning." Mal grabbed a bagel and the tub of whipped cream cheese and plopped down into the chair next to Justin. "So how come I'm the only one here that actually looks tired?"


"Don't know. Vitamin deficiency, maybe?" Brian suggested with his tongue planted in his cheek as he poured himself another cup of coffee, adding the requisite half a pound of sugar into the cup. "You should probably see a doctor about that. Could be Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or, I don't know . . . maybe just jealousy because you're not getting enough and Sunshine is?"


"Fuck you! There's 'getting enough', and then there's just ridiculousness. You might not mind, but I don't want to wear my dick down to a little nubbin before I'm even twenty-five. At the rate you two have been knocking boots lately, poor Cupcake's going to be out of commission before he's even legally an adult."


"Now, now, Malik, my friend, you should not be giving them such a hard time," Paal chided with a lilt of amusement in his voice. "They are still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. All new couples go through such a thing. I think it's adorable."


Paal's offensive words caused Brian to choke on the sip of coffee he’d just taken. He spluttered and coughed and generally made a spectacle of himself while Mal and Paal sat and laughed at him. Justin looked on, amused and only slightly embarrassed, as he patted Brian on the back to help him get over his choking attack.


"Nice one, Paal," Mal bumped fists with the big grinning Indian. "I thought I'd get him with the 'lovebirds' comment. But you - using 'honeymoon' and 'adorable' together in the same phrase - totally rocked it!"


"Thank you. I thought it WAS inspired, even if I do say so myself. You will have to pay up on our bet later, though," Paal replied, looking not only pleased with himself, but just pleased in general as he noted the entrance of a certain tall, musclebound, leather-masked servant.


"Good morning, everyone," Campbell seemed just as cheery as everyone else. "Your coffee, Cub." He smiled and handed over the tall paperboard coffee cup in his left hand to Paal. Justin and Mal looked at each other and grinned, mouthing the new nickname 'Cub' mockingly. Next, the big bold leather daddy got a strangely incongruous, bashful look on his face, and almost fumbled as he handed a small gift bag over as well. "I saw this last night when I was shopping . . . Thought it would look nice . . ." His bumbling words died out and he just stood there looking around shyly.


Paal took the bag, his own face sporting a radiant smile, and quickly pulled out the contents. Inside was a small item wrapped in tissue paper. He unfolded the paper, uncovering a sleek, black, braided bracelet.

 

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"This is lovely. Thank you, Campbell." Paal beamed wearing the brightest smile Brian thought he'd ever seen on the man's saturnine face. "Will you help me put it on?"


"Fucking calling us lovebirds . . ." Brian muttered under his breath with an air of contempt.


"It certainly is getting annoyingly coupley around here lately," Mal complained, chomping off another large bite of his bagel. "And, seeing as Daniel is the only other unattached boy around here, I guess I'll be staying single for a while longer. Oh well, looks like I'll just always be the third man in every threesome . . ."


"Speaking of Daniel," Campbell was recalled to his duty by the name, "You really are going to have to finally set him free from that chastity cage thing this morning, Brian. Otherwise he's not going to be able to participate in the Challenges."


"Yeah, well, if he wasn't such a rude little fucker I would've given him the keys on Sunday afternoon." Brian toyed with what was left of the crusts of this toast. "Although it has been pleasantly quiet around here with him off moping in his room for the last two days. Are you sure you want me to take the cage off?"


"Personally? If it were up to me I'd leave the fucker in that thing permanently and toss the keys. But, I've got my instructions from The Master," Campbell said, belatedly remembering that he was actually on the clock here, and moving a step away from Paal. "Anyway, you guys better get a move on. We're supposed to be gathering everyone together in about," he looked at his watch, "ten more minutes."


With one last sheepish smile aimed in Paal's direction, Campbell marched out of the kitchen. Still busy admiring his new bracelet, Paal grabbed a plate and quickly served himself some bacon and eggs, joining the others at the table. Justin rapidly shoved the last two slices of bacon into his mouth, washing it down with more orange juice, acting for all the world like food might be going out of style soon. Brian just looked around himself, shaking his head and wondering again how he got here, and just why, exactly, he felt so at home with this motley crew of misfits.


"Don't think about it too hard," Justin leaned over and whispered into Brian's ear, intuiting his thoughts far too easily. "Just enjoy it." With yet another bright sunshiny smile, the boy finally pushed his plate away and got up from the table. "Come on, Big Guy. I'll help you find those missing keys for Daniel's cage. And then you can show me how hot and bothered you can get me in the five minutes we have left before it's time for the announcements."


For about five seconds Brian thought about saying something snarky in reaction to the scads of comfy coupleness encroaching on his life. He’d enjoyed feeling free from the restrictions of his Liberty Avenue reputation and his demanding friends over the past couple of months, but that didn’t mean he’d changed completely. He was still Brian Kinney and he didn’t like some little twink just assuming he could order him around. But then he got another glimpse of the little blond boy's perky posterior as the kid pottered out of the kitchen. That one brief sighting was all it took to re-inflame his smoldering cravings. In the end, it really wasn't much of a choice. He could stay in the kitchen and bitch or he could follow that bounteous bubble butt.


Yep . . . The bubble butt would win that contest every time.

 

 

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Nobody commented when Brian and Justin were about ten minutes late coming down for the morning announcements. Their breathless, flushed appearances kind of gave away the reason for their tardiness. Brian did have the keys to Daniel’s cage with him, so at least that was taken care of without any more fuss. Daniel didn’t seem grateful at his reprieve, though. He continued to glare at everyone around him, especially Brian and Campbell. But, since everyone was used to Daniel’s never ending glaring, they pretty much just ignored him.


“Good Morning, my happy House Boys!” The Master’s electronic voice rang out, sounding more cheerful than ever this morning. “Welcome to the last month of our Summer of Sin! The five of you who still remain have had quite a summer already, haven’t you? You have all done very well with the challenges you’ve been given so far. I can not begin to tell you how much pleasure you have given me. However, the fact that so many of you still remain, tells me that I might not have been challenging you enough. So, starting today, things around here will be getting much, much harder!” Brian wasn’t sure whether the groans he heard around him were because of the threat that the challenges would be getting tougher, or just a reaction to hearing the incessant string of bad puns. “I hope you’ll all be UP to these new challenges, my children. If you are not, you will notice that the punishments will also become more challenging from here on out.”


“As your challenges increase, however, your rewards will likewise be improving. And, accordingly, I have one very special award to make this morning seeing as another of our Secret Challenges has now been met. Justin, would you please come forward.” At The Master’s direction, Justin stepped out of the lineup, looking around with a surprised shrug of his shoulders. “Justin, my child, you have grown so much in the short time you have been with us! I have been very impressed. And even more so now that I can announce that you, my tempting little twink, have succeeded in doing something that many doubted could be done at all . . . Our little Justin is the first of the House Boys to have topped all our resident Tops!"


Justin blushed and looked around sheepishly, pointedly avoiding all eye contact with Brian while Mal and Paal, as well as the two servants there that day, congratulated him.


Brian, meanwhile, was standing off to the side by himself, his expression aloof, like he couldn’t care in the least that his very private moment was being exposed so vulgarly. So, okay, it wasn't exactly a secret or anything - Brian knew that several hundred horny queers had probably been glued to their computer monitors that night, jacking off to the sight of Brian Kinney, Stud of Liberty Avenue, taking it up the ass at the mercy of a pretty little boy toy - but did they HAVE to make such a spectacle out of the whole thing? Yeah, the kid was good, and it WAS a great fuck, but he didn’t really need to get an AWARD for it did he?


But what the fuck was Brian supposed to do? He wasn’t about to throw a hissy fit and walk out on the kid’s big moment - not only would that draw even more attention to the matter, but Brian had to concede that he was a bit proud of the kid. Justin really had come a hell of a long way in just the last two months, partly because of Brian’s teaching, but also because he was just a bold little fucker who never backed down from anything - even Brian Kinney. So, all Brian COULD do was stand there looking stupid and pretend that the whole proceeding didn’t chap his ass while everyone hooted and backslapped the little twink. Brian thought he’d hold his peace for now, but maybe give his Sunshine a much more personal award later when they had a little bit of privacy.


“As his reward for this stupendous feat,” The Master continued, “Justin will be your new Queen. From now until the end of the week, Queen Justin will have total control over the Residence. You must all obey him in every regard and see to your Queen’s every need. He will also be making all decisions about the proceedings in the Residence. He will be responsible for all rewards and punishments for all Challenges until the end of the day on Friday. Queen Justin, I task you to use your command wisely and take good care of your subjects.”


Justin was then crowned with a sparkly rhinestone tiara and given an equally glittery scepter before the group was allowed to return to the rest of their morning routine.

 

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“So, to start us off on this new, more challenging, path,” The Master launched into the day’s Challenge. “Today’s Trial is called ‘Up And At ‘Em!’. This one should definitely prove to be a trial for some of you.” The Master went on to explain that the goal for today was to see who had the overall fastest refractory period. And, from the sound of what was expected, this really was likely to prove a challenge for all of them.


For starters, all the boys were ordered to jerk off right then and there. Then, the servants timed them to see how long it took each to get hard again. Normally, Brian’s refractory period was pretty short, and Justin’s was almost non-existent, but since they’d both already cum three times that morning, the last of which had taken place a mere ten minutes before, neither was at their peak performance. Mal and Paal both easily ‘manned up’ faster. Daniel lagged behind them all, as expected, even though he had no excuse since he’d just gotten the chastity cage off a few minutes earlier. The servants carefully jotted down each man’s ‘time’ in a leather covered notebook.


After this initial attempt, the boys were sent on their way with the warning that the servants would be testing them again at random times throughout the day. The times for each man would be tracked and a running total kept. The overall winner would be the man who had the lowest cumulative total for the entire day.


“Shit! The Master wasn’t fucking kidding about the tasks getting harder, was he,” Brian commented as he and Justin headed off afterwards, ready for some Break Room time already.


“And this is just the daytime task . . .” Justin replied, both men conscious of what they already knew was coming up this evening.

 


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From: Seuratbrat@mymail.net

To: AllnewJATaylor@mymail.net


Re: Re: Hello!


Hey, Mom.


So . . . you found me. And, no, I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere or living out of a skanky homeless shelter - no thanks to you or Dad. I’m sorry if you were worried about me, but it’s really your own fault. You didn’t do anything to stop Dad when he hit me, picked me up by the scruff of my neck and literally threw me out of the house. So I really don’t feel all that guilty about not telling you where I was.


As for your apology - I don’t buy it. I was there. You didn’t look like you were just too confused to come up with a response. All you cared about, as far as I could see, was that I was causing a scene. And I find it really suspect that you didn’t DO anything about Dad kicking me out for two MONTHS afterwards. The fact that you didn’t get around to kicking Dad out until after he embarrassed you at the Country Club, doesn’t help your story much. It’s great that you’re doing the PFLAG thing - I hope you do get something out of it - but as far as I’m concerned it’s a case of too little, too late. I MAY forgive you someday, but that day is still a long way off.


It shouldn’t surprise you, therefore, that I have no intention of coming home. Not now, and probably not ever. I’m eighteen and an adult. I don’t need my Mommy to protect me anymore -  especially a Mommy that I don’t really trust right now. I’d rather be on my own and, even if I might not have a pot to pee in right at the moment, I’m sure I’ll survive somehow. At least for the next month I have a roof over my head. If I win the money from this competition I’m in, I’ll be starting at PIFA in the fall. If I don’t, well, I’ll let you know where I am when I finally figure it out myself.


In the meantime, I suggest you keep going to those PFLAG meetings. Brian says that being acquainted with Debbie Novotny will be good for you . . . Well, his actual words were that she’d probably scare the shit out of you but you’d end up better off for it in the end and that it would certainly be educational. Good luck with that.


Tell the Mollusk that I love her but that, if she messes with my sketchbooks, I’ll sneak into the house when she’s asleep and shave her hair off into a Mohawk!


Justin.


P.S. By the way, Brian isn’t really my boyfriend. He IS one of my current lovers, though. I have four at the moment. I had three others earlier in the summer but they’ve already moved on, unfortunately. You wouldn’t believe how much I’m learning this Summer. But I guess you have to grow up quick when you’re kicked out of the house like I was. Who knew doing porn would be so educational? Hope you and the rest of the Country Club cunts liked the sneak peek. B-)  (See that? I’m smirking at you from behind my really sexy sunglasses . . . which is all I’m wearing at the moment, by the way. Isn’t this fun!)

 

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“You really are the biggest brat I’ve ever met,” Brian said from where he was leaning over Justin’s shoulder, peeking at the email the little blond brat had just finished typing. “You just added that post script for the fucking shock value. Better delete that before you send the thing though. No sense in totally pissing off your mother. You never know when you’ll need a couch to crash on.”


Justin grinned up at him with a naughty gleam in his eye and purposefully clicked on the ‘send’ button. “Oops. Looks like it’s too late now,” Justin said with an evil smirk and a mischievously raised eyebrow.


“You stupid little twat! You’re fucking evil. You know that, right?” Brian had his lips folded in, attempting to stop the smile that kept trying to take over his face. “Brats like you deserve to be spanked, you know.”


“Promise?” Justin giggled. “I could probably borrow Mal’s new paddle if you needed it . . .”


“Fucking brats . . . All of you,” Brian fake-complained as he lightly slapped Justin upside the head and then headed over to the second computer, trying all the while to ignore the tempting teen twink.


“Does this mean I won’t be getting my spanking?” Justin pouted, still with that mischievous glint about him.


“You’d like it too much. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment. But don’t worry. I’ll think of something,” Brian answered, already distracted by his own email. “Shit. Do you know what happened to that phone I was using yesterday? Lindsey was trying to call me back but she says that her number is blocked for some reason . . .”


“Oh . . . One of the servants probably put it away somewhere in our room yesterday. I’ll go see if I can find it for you as soon as I’m done here.” Justin prevaricated, knowing exactly where the phone was - he’d turned the ringer off and hidden it behind the pile of dildos in his nightstand - and hoping he’d have time to run upstairs and unblock Lindsey’s phone number before Brian found it.


“Uh huh . . . One of the servants? . . . So that WASN’T you who was telling Mikey off on my phone yesterday morning? It sure looked like you - skinny, blond brat with a voice that carries more than you’d expect . . .” Brian looked sideways at the now shamefaced twink who was trying to pretend he hadn’t been caught. “I must have been mistaken. And Mikey too. He was probably thinking of someone completely different when he emailed saying, ‘that snot-nosed twink who fucking stole your phone was a rude little shit to me’. Cause that couldn’t have been you, right?” Brian pointed to the passage in one of Michael’s most recent tomes which was still open on Brian’s computer screen.


“Oh, fuck! Listen, Brian . . .” Justin turned in his chair and was about to apologize when he realized he wasn’t the least bit sorry for what he’d done. “You know what? I’m not going to apologize. Your so-called friend, Mikey, was being a total shit. I don’t know what he said to you before I got there, but the shit I DID hear was plenty. I refuse to listen to him putting you down or calling you names. I fucking told him off and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. So, yeah, it was me who picked up your phone, gave Mr. Best Friend an earful and then, when he tried to call back after I hung up on the asshole, I blocked his number. I didn’t know it was actually Lindsey’s phone. I am sorry about that. But not about the rest.”


*Pffffttttthhh* “Sunshine . . .” Brian looked over at his companion and shook his head. The boy was displaying a completely confrontational pose - his arms crossed over his chest, his face flushed and his expression contentious. “You really are a total brat, you know that right? But . . . well, I guess it’s not so bad having a pitbull on my side every so often . . . Just don’t make a habit of it, okay? I’m a big boy and I can fight my own battles, when I need to. Mikey may be clueless sometimes, but he is my oldest friend and we’ve been through a lot together. So you need to cut him some slack.”


“No!” Justin replied adamantly. “I won’t back off on this, Brian, and he doesn’t deserve any ‘slack’. I don’t give a fuck who the hell he is. He could be the love child of Mother Theresa and Pope Francis for all I care. I won’t just sit back and listen to him saying that kind of shit.” Justin sighed and uncrossed his arms, reaching out to grab onto Brian’s hands with both of his before he continued, looking directly into Brian’s hazel eyes as he spoke. “You told me that I make you feel safe. That means a lot to me, Brian. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you ALWAYS feel that way around me. Even if that means standing up to your friends - although, after meeting Lindsey and then what I heard Mr. Best Friend saying yesterday, I’ve gotta say, I think you need a better class of friends, Brian.”


“Sometimes . . . *sigh* . . . Well, you might be right, Sunshine. You might be right . . .”  Brian didn’t elucidate. He just returned his attention to the computer monitor and, eventually, Justin followed his example.


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To: Seuratbrat@mymail.net

From: LaughyDaphy@mymail.net


Re: All Hail Queen Justin!


I can’t BELIEVE you, Justin! I mean, really! I’ve known you were a big Dramatic Queen for years, but now everybody knows it! So, is it weird that I’m really proud of how great you are at fucking? I mean, I WAS your first, after all . . . It was me that set you off on this prestigious path! Don’t I get some of the credit for your ongoing exploits! Haha!


By the way, just thought you should know that you’ve got a HUGE following among the St. James’ Alumni sector these days. I was peeking at the website the other day while I was at the pool, and September and April, came over and accidentally saw what I was looking at. Well, you know how it goes . . . they told two friends, and those guys told two friends . . . and, well, basically, all the girls we went to school with are now watching the website pretty much all day long. You’ve got quite the fan base, Justin. They’re all going to squee till their panties are dripping wet over you being made Queen for the week.


Make sure you do something totally outrageous as one of your first official decrees - I get a lot of mileage out of being your best friend and something like that will propel me into the popularity stratosphere!


On a less fun note, I also saw what happened yesterday when you took that phone call on Brian’s phone. Who the fuck were you talking to and what was the guy’s issues? The cameras only picked up your end of the conversation, of course, but it looked like you were totally taking whoever it was down. Good for you! I saw Brian’s face as he was walking off after tossing the phone away - it wasn’t good. That caller deserved everything you gave him and more. Nobody messes with our Brian like that and gets away with it! Nobody! (Sorry, but I’m feeling very possessive today, and I’m going to insist that you share Brian once this summer is over - He’s way too adorable for you to keep to yourself.)


Anyway, just let me know if you need me to do any research for The Shadow again. I’d be more than happy to dig up some dirt on that dirt bag from the phone call. You just say the word and I’ll fire up my laptop. He wouldn’t stand a chance against . . . dun, dun, dummmmm . . . The Shadow!


Well, I’m going to sign off here and sign back onto the website so I can watch you reading this . . . Hehehehe. Oh, and I don’t care how many times you yell at me, I’m not giving up my newfound gay porn habit just cause you’re shy and don’t want your fag hag to watch you fucking! (Love that Brian calls me your ‘Fag Hag’!) You’re a porn star so what do you care anyway. Too bad, so sad, deal with it!


Kisses!


Daphne

 

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Justin was still grumbling over his friend’s email, trying to compose a sufficiently admonitory response, when he heard a loud *Hmmmmmm* from over his shoulder followed by a pinching grip on his neck. “Sunshine . . . you have two minutes to tell me who this ‘Shadow’ is and why he would be sending Mel nasty emails on my behalf . . .”


“Oh, you know about that?” Justin froze in the middle of typing his response to Daphne’s message, looking over his shoulder to where Brian was leaning in and very obviously reading Daphne’s email off the screen. “Um . . . well . . . I, uh, sorta . . . Fuck!” Justin gave up on trying to come up with an excuse and decided to go with pure honesty. He turned around in his chair and looked Brian straight in the eye. “I blackmailed Melanie and Lindsey into dropping that whole ‘quit the game cause your porn is going to traumatize our son’ thing.”


“What?” Brian was huffing with disbelief and outrage. “You did what? Blackmail? How the fuck did you do that? And who’s this Shadow? Talk fast because you only have one minute left.”


“Well . . . I’m The Shadow . . . When I saw how upset you got after Lindsey sent you that email threatening to take away your visitation with Gus, well, I got kinda pissed off. I had Daphne help me do some research on Mel and Lindsey and we found some stuff . . .” Justin looked up at Brian who was clearly not about to let the conniving little blackmailer off the hook without full disclosure of all the details. “I found out that Mel had actually posed for some pornographic pictures herself back when she was in college. So, I made up The Shadow, opened an anonymous email account, sent her copies of the pictures that Daph found on the internet and sort of threatened her that I would leak the info about her past if they kept hassling you.” At that point, Justin’s expression got harder and more determined than any eighteen year old twink’s should be, but he didn’t back down. “I don’t care if you get mad at me over this, Brian. It was wrong of them to try that shit. You were right when you called them hypocritical, judgemental bitches. And I wasn’t about to let them pull that kind of shit on you. I don’t care that they’re your so-called friends. I’m not sorry and I’d do it again under the same circumstances. So, don’t even try to give me shit about it!”


Brian's first impulse upon hearing this confession was to ream the boy a new asshole. How dare this insolent twerp stick his nose in Brian's business without permission? He could've really screwed things up with Lindsey and Mel. Brian should be irate.


But before the angry words could come out, Brian looked at Justin - really looked at him - and thought again. Who was this kid? He seemed like such a contradiction. On one hand he was defiant, brash, bold and confident beyond his years. Justin always stood up for himself. He didn't take shit from anyone. Not even from his parents. He chose to leave home at the tender age of eighteen rather than compromise on any of his beliefs. That was more than Brian had done. Despite the fact that the older brunet constantly touted his stance that he didn't care what other people thought of him, he hadn't come out to his father until just a few months ago and still hadn't told his mother. But this brave little slip of a boy had not only come out to his friends and family before he'd even left high school, he'd thrived even after being left homeless and jobless on the streets as a result.


And somehow, at the same time, Justin had managed to remain innocent in ways Brian could barely comprehend. Even after all the hardships he'd been through, the boy remained trusting and caring and accessible. And, whereas Brian would typically describe such an attitude as a character flaw, in Justin it was just another source of strength. Instead of closing himself off, putting up defensive walls, and hiding from the world - the way Brian had - this kid let himself stay open, kind, caring and vulnerable. And he let himself love.


Even more incredible, Justin had let himself love Brian. And then he'd taken all that strength and caring and devoted it to protect Brian. To keep Brian safe. In the same way he stood up for himself and refused to back down no matter who he had to take on, he was now standing up for Brian, too. Justin refused to let Brian suffer shit from anyone. Not from Brian's friends and family. Not from the ghosts of his past. Not even from Brian himself. The kid was like a tireless pitbull, standing guard, growling at anyone who dared try and cut Brian down. And, fuck it all, Brian loved that feeling. No one had ever stuck up for him before - not like this. Not like Justin.


So, what the hell. How could he get angry at the kid for simply trying to protect him when he found he really liked the idea of someone else standing up for him? The kid had actually done a pretty good job of it, too - telling off both Lindsey and Mikey, and even going so far as to blackmail Mel. Damn, the kid was such a ballsy little twat!


So what if Brian DID have to put up with the world thinking he'd been emasculated by some cute little blond boy? He would just have to live with it. They didn't know him and they definitely didn't know Justin. Fuck it! Let them think what they wanted. Brian knew the truth. He wasn't being emasculated, he'd been set free.


"Mel's done porn? Yuck!" Brian smiled at the nervously expectant blond boy, surprising them both by the fact that he wasn't even a tiny bit angry anymore. "Please, Sunshine, whatever you do, don't ever show me those pictures. I might go blind."


"I promise," Justin smiled back. "I'd never expose you to straight porn Brian, that's just too cruel." The boy paused for a moment, and then his face resumed a resigned look. "So you're not mad at me?"


"Furious!" Brian chuckled as he said the words. "Remind me to punish you - severely - later." Justin blasted him with one of his blindingly bright smiles, and Brian melted inside just a little bit, before getting serious again. "Next time, though, just talk to me before you go all pitbull crazy. Okay?"


"Okay."


Brian leaned forward in his chair, placing his hands on the boy's lean pale thighs, and bent in for a long luscious kiss. "By the way, nice tiara, Queen Justin. The blue rhinestones match your eyes, Sunshine." Brian didn't even try to hide the hint of pride that came out in his voice. "So, does the Queen's consort get any special privileges? Or, are you going to brain me with your scepter if I kiss you again?"


Queen Justin was still smiling enthusiastically, his crown now a little bit askew, when the ensuing kiss finally broke off and Brian walked out of the Break Room a few minutes later.

 

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Chapter End Notes:

9/20/15 - Credit for the day's challenge goes to 4depthoflove (Changed the name, hope you don't mind too much). And, I forgot to write down who it was that requested that Justin win a Secret Challenge for topping Brian - you know who you are, though - thanks for the great suggestion! TAG

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