IT AIN'T JUNK

Justin pushed open the loft door and stepped inside. The lights were dim and he wondered if Brian had gone to Babylon without him. It was late and he had stayed at PIFA much longer than he expected. He had been working on his latest project, hoping to get it just right. Sadly that hadn’t happened yet. And he was beat.

He dropped his messenger bag by the door and hung his jacket on the coat stand. He turned around, just about jumping out of his skin as he saw Brian standing at the counter.

“Fuck!” Justin gasped. “Why didn’t you say something? You scared the piss out of me.”

“Had nothing to say,” Brian replied with a little smirk.

“What are you doing standing there? I thought you’d gone to Babylon.”

“Not tonight.”

“I’m hungry,” Justin said. “Is there anything to eat?”

“Um, we could go to the diner for something,” Brian suggested.

“I’m exhausted. I just want something fast. I don’t want to go anywhere,” Justin griped. He didn’t mean to sound bitchy, but that was how he felt.

“I’ll order something in.”

“Takes too long,” Justin stated, as he headed for the refrigerator. “Do we have any bread?”

“I don’t think so,” Brian said quickly stepping in front of the fridge door and effectively blocking Justin’s path.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Justin asked trying to push Brian out of the way.

“I’ll make you a peanut butter sandwich,” Brian volunteered.

“I thought you said we didn’t have any bread.”

“I could be wrong.”

“Let me see,” Justin said trying to open the fridge.

Brian elbowed him away. “Go have a shower. You’ll feel better after that,” Brian told his lover. “I’ll rustle up something for you to eat.”

Justin looked Brian up and down wondering who this pod person might actually be. “Have you been snorting something?”

“Peanut butter,” Brian said realizing that he only seemed to be making matters worse.

“Now I know you’ve lost it,” Justin laughed. “What is going on?”

Brian stepped away from the fridge door. He might as well admit what he had been doing when Justin came in. It didn’t look like Justin was going to go have a shower and give him the chance to hide the evidence. He reached over and grabbed the handle of the fridge door. With a none too gentle yank, he pulled it open.

Justin stared into the fridge and then burst out laughing. “You are so full of shit,” he managed to get out as he could hardly speak for the gales of laughter emanating from him.

“That’s a matter of opinion,” Brian said huffily. He didn’t like being caught, but he liked it less when he was laughed at.

“Go ahead,” Justin encouraged him. “Finish your snack.”

“I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

Justin reached into the fridge and pulled out Brian’s guilty secret. The peanut butter jar was open with a candy bar sticking out the top. “You know,” Justin advised thoughtfully, “Reese’s makes peanut butter cups. Wouldn’t that be easier to obtain … and hide,” he added with a grin.

“No, it fucking would not!”

“Why?”

“This is not your ordinary candy bar,” Brian informed him.

“It looks ordinary.”

Brian yanked the bar out of the peanut butter jar and bit off the end covered with peanut butter. There was a loud snap as he did so, and then much crunching as he chewed what was in his mouth.

“What kind of chocolate bar is that?” Justin asked, noting that it didn’t sound like just chocolate that Brian was munching on.

“Skor,” Brian said with his mouth full.

“Ooh, I love Skor bars.”

Justin reached for the chocolate bar in Brian’s hand. Brian batted it away. “This one is mine.”

“And you won’t share?”

Brian thought about that for a minute while he chewed what was in his mouth. “Maybe I could be persuaded,” he replied with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“I can be very persuasive,” Justin assured him.

“I know, but you should have something more nutritional for your dinner. You’ll need some stamina. This is dessert.”

“I had a different kind of dessert in mind,” Justin whispered licking his lips suggestively.

“Then by all means feast away now,” Brian said handing Justin the rest of the Skor bar.

“Is it good with peanut butter?” Justin asked.

“It ups the ante a hundredfold.”

With a laugh Justin dipped the chocolate bar into the peanut butter then bit off the end. “Mmmmmm,” Justin moaned as the two flavors mingled in his mouth. “How did you ever find this combination?”

“I occasionally, and I do mean occasionally, crave some chocolate, and this is my vice of choice,” Brian explained pointing at the candy bar which was rapidly shrinking in size. “One night many years ago when I had told a trick to get lost, I was hungry. The candy bar and a jar of peanut butter seemed to be all that was available. Otherwise the larder was bare.”

“Except for poppers,” Justin laughed, remembering Brian’s fridge when he had first known the man.

“Goes without saying.”

“So you decided to try Skor and peanut butter together.”

“A little protein with chocolate couldn’t hurt,” Brian continued.

“Protein?” Justin asked. “Is that how you justify eating carbs after seven?” He remembered Brian’s usual mantra about that.

“Peanut butter is protein and a Skor bar ain’t junk food.”

“Oh, what is it?’

“Ambrosia,” Brian stated emphatically.

“Food of the gods,” Justin chuckled as he dipped the now much smaller bar into the peanut butter jar. He bit off a piece and handed the nub of the bar to Brian.

“Thanks for at least one last bite,” Brian said snarkily as he popped the peanut butter clad chocolate into his mouth.

“We can always get more,” Justin suggested licking the last bits of the treat off his lips.

“No, we can’t,” Brian said emphatically.

“Why not?” Justin frowned.

“I allow myself one of these every six months. I’ll have to spend two hours at the gym tomorrow to work this off.”

“But I ate half of it, so we could share another one.”

“Nope, one treat every six months,” Brian repeated.

“You are so anal.”

“Speaking of anal, just how tired are you?”

“Never too tired for you, if I could get the remnants of the Skor bar out of my teeth.” Justin stuck his finger into his mouth and tried to pull the sticky toffee out of his teeth.

Brian laughed. “Leave it there,” he instructed. “You get to savor the incredible flavor a little longer.”

“That sounds like an ad.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should go after the Skor account. I could really sell that. Let’s see – naked man with peanut butter on his lips and chocolate in his hand, and the other hand…”

“I don’t think the Skor people want a triple X rated ad,” Justin laughed.

“I bet I could find a market for it,” Brian bragged.

“I bet you could.” Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck. “Do you want to talk advertising or have me help you work off the calories from this clandestine vice of yours?”

Brian snorted. “Is there any question?”

“I should hope not.”

Brian started walking Justin backwards towards the steps leading to the bedroom. His lips found Justin’s and the kiss was long, hot and wet, causing their motion to cease while they reveled in the sensation.

“You taste like peanut butter,” Brian said as the kiss ended. Brian swiped his tongue along Justin’s lips tasting the last remnants of the peanut butter they had shared.

“Anything wrong with that?” Justin asked breathing heavily while Brian’s hands roamed all over his body.

“Not a thing. You taste deeee-licious.”

They started pulling off clothes before running up the steps to the bed. Brian tumbled Justin back onto the bed and landed on top of him. They kissed and touched and rolled around for a bit, until they were both sweaty and hard and needy.

“Condom,” Brian said as he rolled Justin onto his stomach.

Justin propped himself up on his elbows and reached towards the nightstand to grab a condom out of the dish there. Suddenly he felt Brian take a sharp nip out of his right ass cheek. “Hey!” he protested.

“Couldn’t resist,” Brian chuckled. “That candy bar went straight to your ass. I wanted another bite of my Skor bar.”

“It did not,” Justin protested. “My ass is just fine, thank you very much.”

“I like your junk in the trunk.”

Justin laughed. “You said Skor bars were ambrosia, not junk.”

“I lied. They’re both.”

“But with the peanut butter they make a balanced meal,” Justin gasped, as Brian was doing sinful things to his ass with the tongue that had recently licked the peanut butter off his lips.

“Mm, balanced,” Brian murmured as his tongue probed Justin’s pucker. “You taste good.”

“As good as a Skor bar and peanut butter?”

“Almost.”

“Almost?” Justin repeated indignantly.

“Well, I can taste you every night,” Brian explained. “I have to wait six months to Skor once again.”

“But you can always score with me.”

“Definitely.” Brian rolled on the condom. “Ready?”

“You know it.”

Brian plunged in and began to rock into his young lover. Nothing was more delicious or satisfying than this. He and Justin were so good together. All thoughts of junk food and strict regimens were forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

When they were finished they lay side by side on the bed.

“I could really go for another Skor bar right about now,” Justin said after a couple of minutes.

“Six months,” Brian repeated.

“I could sneak one later.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets from me?”

“Only when you make it necessary.”

Brian chuckled. “I should never have told you about my little secret.”

“I don’t think you had a choice.”

“Now you’re going to be bugging me about it all the time, aren’t you?”

Justin shook his head and pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key.

Brian rolled over and onto his lover. “I don’t believe you.”

Justin grinned. “I wonder if we could get the variety store down the street to deliver. We could get a whole box…”

Brian groaned before he kissed Justin hard, and initiated something that might take Justin’s mind off Skor bars.

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