In His Kiss

Chapter 35

The talk.


Making love with Brian was so… perfect. Amazing. Justin felt as if, independent of his own feelings, his body was in love with Brian’s. There was such physical joy in just being next to each other, such harmony between them.

Now Brian’s eyes were soft, and his hand against Justin’s heart was incredibly warm.

“So,” said Brian, ”do you want to work for Plexus?”

This was the last thing Justin had expected to talk about, but since it had been on his mind since the discussion at Christmas he went with it.

“Yes. If Mel and Ted are right, and it’s possible, I’d love to. It’s a long commute, but I can work on my computer during the ride. I can go to half time at school and work at Plexus in the mornings.” Mornings at Plexus would probably be best. If he worked there in the afternoons, he could end up being sucked in and never getting out of there until 8:00 PM.

“But going to half time at school will delay your graduation.”

“Which is not at all a bad thing. After I graduate, I’ll have to find different housing and I’ll have to pay for studio time. The rent in my house is laughable. I will never find accommodations like that for that price, never mind the meals, and the free laundry. Renting studio space in New York costs a fortune, and it’s rarely as nice as Pratt’s. By staying a student another year with less class hours, I maximize the time I have available for painting and use this fabulous studio for free. The only point of graduating is so I can find a job equivalent to the one I will have at Plexus. If Sam can live with my lack of qualifications for another year, it makes total financial sense.”

Justin could tell Brian was impressed he had given it so much thought, though he could detect something else in his look that he did not know how to read.

“You do realize I would have to tell my partners we are in a relationship,” said Brian.

Ah. He knew how much Brian valued his freedom, his independence. Brian had never had a boyfriend. He didn’t do boyfriends... Having to label their arrangement as a ‘relationship’ might be more than he was ready to do. And doing it solely for Justin to get the job would be doing it for the wrong reasons as well. “If you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” Justin said. And he did.

“It’s not a problem for me Justin. But you will have to admit to being my boyfriend, my lover, and not just the guy I fuck more than once…”

But… Justin was suddenly very confused. “I… I didn’t know I was.”

“Evidently. That’s why we’re talking right now. Do you want to be?”

Justin had thought he understood clearly what was on offer two days ago in the car, and yet he had been hurt when he had assumed too much. Now he was completely thrown.

“What exactly do you mean, Brian? I am thoroughly confused at this point.”

Brian softly combed the hair away from Justin's face, and ran his fingers on his cheekbone and along his jaw, caressing his lips with the pad of his thumb.

“Last night should never have happened, Justin. I thought about you all day and was really looking forward to meeting you at Babylon, to dancing with you, to kissing you until you came in my arms. By 1:00 I didn’t know what to think. You’d never actually said if you would come to the hotel with me at night. I’d assumed you would, counted on it and then realized I really didn’t know. That and the fact you were not there yet made me feel very… unsettled.

“This gorgeous guy gave me a bump. It was strong shit, and made me really horny, and… I was pissed at you, pissed that you’d rather hang with Daphne than come dance with me, and that even after you came you might choose to go home with her rather than come share my bed.

“So I went with the guy to the back room and we jerked each other off. It was petty, and completely immature of me. Embarrassingly pathetic, really. Then this trick dropped to his knees and licked him clean, before starting to suck him off, and it really turned me on. This other trick slipped a condom on my dick, offered me his ass and I fucked him against the wall. But at that point, I was no longer thinking about you. I was only thinking about my cock.

“When we came out and I saw you…God. I fuck in back rooms all the time, Justin. And in lounges, and in the orgy room at Gillian’s, but not when you’re there, not when I know you’re coming to meet me, I swear. Not unless we do it together, like that time when we both got blowjobs together at Essengy.

“The other day, in New York … I was really late coming. I’d been on the phone with Gus, and then the fucking cabbie got lost. You weren’t dancing, or in the john, so I went to look for you in the lounge. You saw me walk out, and assumed I’d been in there with a trick.”

Justin thought about how difficult that night had been. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Brian rolled in his lips, looking away, and Justin understood. Explaining himself would have meant that he cared what Justin thought, that he cared about Justin. And that had been something he had not yet been prepared to admit, no matter the consequences.

So what had changed now? Why did he so readily explain both the night before, and that evening at Essengy? Because he had finally admitted to himself that he cared. Because he did not fuck Justin, but made love to him. Justin leaned forward a little and brushed their lips together. Brian responded by licking his lower lip. And soon they were kissing. It was a little sloppy with both their heads on the pillow, but still so, so good.

“OK,” said Justin after a while. “So if we are somewhere together, or expecting each other, we don’t go to the backroom or the lounge alone?”

“Right. If you are at Essengy, and we don’t have a prior agreement, and I haven’t joined you for an hour and a half, you can assume I’m not coming, and act accordingly.”

“You know, I could call you when I get there. Save you a bundle on bribes to Jeremy…” Justin grinned impishly.

“How long have you known about that?” asked Brian, chuckling.

“Since the first time. Jeremy is a good friend.”

Brian chuckled again. “He made out like a bandit.”

“He did what you asked.”

“True.”

“So what else does being your … boyfriend involve, Brian?”

“You have your phone with you, on and charged all the time, so I can fucking talk to you when I need to.”

Justin could see that was a very important point. He smiled.

“And I’ll take your calls,” added Brian, “no matter what, anytime. About anything. If I’m in the shower, or whatever, I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

Wow. That meant so much. Justin remembered the night after he had met with Jessica Hammon for the fist time and how much he had wished he could talk to Brian about the day, to help himself process what all those changes would mean.

Now, he would be able to.

“Anything else, Brian?”

“Yes. A couple more things. You let me give you a ride home at night. I like it, Justin. I do it for myself at least as much as I do it for you. And you learn the codes to my door, my elevator, my loft and my alarm, so you can come whenever you feel like it.”

“Brian, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. We agree you are going to be fucking other guys. I think you need your space.”

“There are many places I can fuck if I feel like it. I won’t be bringing any more tricks home. The loft is only for you and me.”

Justin’s heart did a little dance. This was so much more than he had hoped for.

“And what do you expect in return?”

“You can fuck whom you want, but don’t kiss anyone else, Justin. Your kisses are just for me.”

“Same for you?”

“Of course.”

“OK.” That would not be a hardship. He couldn’t even fathom fucking anyone else anymore, not that he had done that much of it to begin with. And saving his kisses for Brian… Well, that actually sounded good.

“What about you, Justin, is there something you want?”

“I’d like to spend some evenings together just… hanging. Watching TV, talking, working on our own things, just being together without going out.”

“Domesticity?”

“Yes.”

“Hm… OK.”

“And If I do get to work there again, I want to keep the knowledge of our relationship between us and the principals at Plexus. I don’t want anyone in the Art Department to know, and act weird around me.”

“Weird how?”

“Weird as in feeling they can’t call you ‘The Asshole’ when I’m around.”

Brian just busted out laughing and then asked, “So I get to continue calling you Taylor?”

“Yes. And I call you Mr. Kinney.”

“Hot. Can we still make out in the elevators?”

“If it makes you happy, we can fuck in the elevators…”

“Taylor, I’m shocked.”

“Sorry, Mr. Kinney. You bring out the beast in me.”

“Is that ‘the beast’ I currently feel pressing against my hip?”

“The same, sir.”

Justin smiled when Brian rolled on top of him, kissing him hungrily, his own erection pressing on Justin’s thigh, and then Brian whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, Justin, fuck me…”

It was a wonder to Justin that he got to top Brian almost as often as Brian topped him. He never initiated it and would have never guessed that it would be this way, but was very happy to comply. For some reason, it still felt like a special gift every time, and he took exquisite care to make it nothing but pleasure. He slipped out from under Brian, and with Brian lying face down on the mattress, he pulled hBrian's hips back so that Brian was on his knees. He put on a condom, slicking it with lube.

Brian had a beautiful ass, slim but nicely shaped. Justin placed himself between his legs forcing Brian to pull his knees apart. His cock, balls and anal area were completely smooth, waxed, like his, but pigmented darker than his skin, and his balls were smaller than Justin’s own, round, and fun to play with.

Justin had never rimmed anyone, but Brian’s entrance, with its neat, perfectly symmetrical folds, beckoned. He took a tentative swipe of the tongue from Brian’s perineum, over his entrance and to his tailbone. It was salty, from the sweat of their earlier efforts, but also fragrant with Brian’s own scent. Spreading the cheeks a little, Justin ran a soft tongue back and forth over the entrance and Brian, who was generally a quiet lover, let out the most arousing keening sound.

Justin forgot his reluctance, circling the folds with a wet tongue before sliding it in. It was moist inside, warm and soft, and he slid in and out a few times. Sharpening his tongue, he pushed it further, into the softness, as Brian said, “Justin” making his name sound like a prayer of thanks. He could taste Brian now. It was a pleasant taste, earthy, with undertones of roasted almonds, and he abandoned all restraint, as if rimming was his new religion and himself its high priest. Brian was making the most delightful sounds, and Justin loved it, sinking his tongue as deep as he could go, caressing the soft walls, amazed at how much he liked it. After about fifteen minutes, Brian finally said:

“More… please… fuck… now… cock…”

There are requests one cannot refuse. Justin lined his cock to Brian lovely relaxed hole and slid in as gently as possible, knowing his tongue had not prepared him as thoroughly as his fingers usually did, but wanting in that ass, now. He was as hard as a rock and felt every fold from the moment he stretched through the first ring of muscle until his large cock head popped through the second one.

Now that he had felt the moist softness of the inside with his tongue, he wished he could feel it on his cock without the barrier of the condom. He pushed in until he was as deep as his cock could go, as Brian said, “Yesss…” He waited a few more seconds and started to move. Brian was pushing back with his every thrust, and finally his arousal got the better of him.

He started fucking Brian deep, hard and fast, unable to contain a grunt at every push. He was relentless, feeling the rim of his glans run over Brian’s prostate at every stroke. Holding onto his hips, he let his body take control, taking full possession of the man he loved. It felt fantastic and Brian was moving with him, in counterpoint. Too soon he felt Brian’s orgasm take him but wasn’t ready to stop this glorious fucking. He wanted more.

Changing his hold, he peppered Brian’s back with wet kisses and small bites as he reached for Brian’s cock, not yet fully softened, and stroked it, staying away from the sensitized head but pumping it back in time with his slower thrusts to full hardness. Brian, recovered from his orgasm, took over the fisting of his cock allowing Justin to take hold of his hips again and resume his unrelenting deep hard rhythm. It was awesome. Justin could feel drops of sweat running down his back and in his pleasure addled brain, they felt like liquid bliss. He watched his cock slide in and out of Brian, the rim of his hole rolling in and out with his cock and was mesmerized by how erotic it looked as he kept pumping into the silken heat as hard as he could, sliding over Brian’s prostate, his balls slapping Brian’s, grunting again with each hard push.

His pleasure was mounting and he was floating. His orgasm was there, building in his spine as he waited for Brian to come again. His whole body started shaking with it, more violently with each thrust, and then he felt Brian’s sphincter pulsing, letting him know that he had reached his goal. He let himself go, arching back in pleasure, crying out a word that sounded suspiciously like “mine,” coming so hard he would not have been surprised if he had blown the condom.

Soaking with sweat, Justin collapsed on top of Brian who’d dropped flat on the bed, his head resting on Brian’s broad back, hearing the loud drumming of Brian’s heart progressively slow down. He carefully held the edge of the condom as he pulled out, as gently as possible, feeling suddenly mortified at his loss of control. He rolled onto his side, softly stroking Brian’s back, his neck, his buttocks, his sweaty hair, when Brian's body started to shake.

Brian lifted his head, laughing, and said, “Holy shit, Sunshine, that was hot.” A swift move later, he was on top of Justin, his weight on his elbows, kissing him. Justin closed his eyes, savoring the kiss, the possessive tongue, the feeling of his body melting into Brian’s as his mouth was plundered. He would never tire of that sensation, of giving himself over to it. He felt so cherished and safe and wanted. When Brian backed away from the kiss and caressed his face, he looked at him, and the light in the hazel eyes told him what he might never hear out loud but could feel in every caress.

Both of them knew that Brian might enjoy Justin fucking him, even fucking him hard, but that Justin’s body was completely Brian’s, his to possess, surrendering to his desires at the slightest touch.

Justin was very sleepy but knew how precious the time was for Brian, who had so many people to see in such short time. Back in New York they would have all the time in the world.

“Was there someone you wanted to see today?” he asked Brian, stretching languorously.

“I need to see my mother.” Brian looked as if it was not a happy prospect.

“You don’t get along.” It wasn’t a question.

“She is a frigid bitch who drinks too much fortified wine and spends her life in church.”

“So bring her some flowers and brandy, and take her to church tomorrow, “ shrugged Justin. “You’ll make her happy and won’t have to talk to her, and you can look hot in your Armani suit.” He reached up to give Brian a kiss on the lips. “I’ll blow you while you still wear your suit when you get back. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Brian chuckled. “Not a bad idea. You can even make a visit to my mother attractive…”

He got up and dug his phone out of his jacket pocket.

“Hi, Mom. It’s Brian…Yes, since Christmas day… No… No… Yes, I was hoping to take you to church tomorrow… Yes… Yes, we can go to the cemetery afterward… He’s dead, mom. He doesn’t give a shit, but if it makes you happy, we’ll go…No, but I’ll drop you off… No, please don’t. I’d rather have a root canal…I know she’s my only sister, but she’s still a twat, and I hate her kids… Easily, believe me… Yes. Quarter to ten. Got it. See you tomorrow, Mom.” He slapped his phone closed, and stared at it for a moment, and then looked at Justin. “What I wouldn’t do for you to suck my cock…” and he smiled.

Justin rested his head on his hands and smiled back. “Anything else?”

“I’d like to see Gus.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 4:00”

“Do you mind if I come along?”

“He’ll love it, ‘Jutsin’.”

Justin laughed. “Do you have anything in mind?”

“No.” Brian shrugged. “I just want to spend time with him.”

“We could bring him back here and take him to the hotel pool if it’s nice.”

“It’s very nice. Let me call Lindz.”

“I’m going to shower.”

Justin got under the warm jets, thinking about their earlier ‘boyfriend’ conversation, and started grinning like a fool. He was so incredibly happy. He used Brian's great smelling soap and shampoo combo. Decleor. He’d never even heard of that brand. Some European luxury, no doubt. Brian could be such a snob. He giggled as he soaped up. The stuff was so great he would soon become a snob himself, if he could figure out where to get it and if he could even afford it. Brian stepped in the shower as he was rinsing, and Justin proceeded to soap him up as well, loving the slide of his soapy hands on the smooth skin.

“The munchers are meeting us here. They want to swim too, and we’ll have dinner poolside.” Brian grabbed him in a hug and kissed his wet hair. Great idea, Justin.” They just stayed under the hot water together for a while, enjoying being close.

Then Brian asked, “Justin, how did you know what went on in the back room last night?”

Justin had been wondering if that was ever going to come up. “The hot guy you were with, Brandon, is a good friend of mine. He called this morning. He thought I’d reacted to his coming out of the backroom, and given our relationship, he was really confused. When I told him it was you I was … surprised to see coming out of there, he said something like ‘You mean he knew you were coming and he still went to the backroom with me for a hand job and to fuck some trick against the wall?’ Then he called you an unflattering name.”

“Brandon is a good friend of yours?” Brian’s body had stiffened.

“Yes. He’s really nice and pretty funny. He bought one of my paintings.” Justin thought that was pretty neutral territory.

“Which one?”

“Essengy. He said it reminded him of everything he loved about Babylon.”

“And how did you become such good friends with the stud of Babylon?”

The diversion had obviously not worked. “Well I didn’t know he was the stud of Babylon at the time... We were in the back room, and after giving each other blowjobs, we started talking. We had dinner together at some point. I like him a lot.”

After all, Brian knew he got plenty of blowjobs in the lounge at Essengy.

“Ah.”

“’Ah’ what?”

“Ah, he mentioned there was only one guy he got on his knees for and that I wasn’t him. I guess that would be you.”

“Hm. Yeah. I guess so.” Justin had thought that might be the case when guys had looked so surprised to see Brandon sucking his cock. Now it was confirmed…

“And he was confused you were upset to see him come out of the back room with someone else because you told him you did not want to be his boyfriend.”

“Something like that.”

“The stud of Babylon wanted you to be his boyfriend, and was willing to reform his wicked ways on your behalf.”

Well, Brandon had said as much this morning on the phone, though he had not phrased it quite like that. “Maybe.”

“I want to add something to our ‘boyfriend’ list,” said Brian. Justin was just glad they were moving on from Brandon.

“What?”

“We never go to the backroom or otherwise have encounters with the same guy twice, and we don’t exchange names or phone numbers.”

Therefore putting Brandon definitely out of the running, even for a blowjob. Why that request of Brian’s actually made Justin smile, he decided not to dwell on. “OK,” he said, shrugging indifferently.

“Good,” said Brian, his body relaxing, kissing Justin’s wet hair. “All right.“

To be continued in the sequel Together
 

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