Chapter 17
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Sweet Redemption
Summary: The days leading up to the big `I do'.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A thousand thanks to my sweet friend Kristina Grönberg for the title.
Spoilers: None
He had been watching the clock since dawn that Saturday, knowing Brian was returning to Pittsburgh in the early afternoon. After being unable to face the pancakes Deb made him for breakfast, Justin resorted to pacing in his bedroom with his Discman on. He had to select music carefully because so many of the CD's he had reminded him of Brian. After managing to take a nap at around 11:30, he woke up at 2:00 to the sound of Deb's voice downstairs.
Justin knew instantly that she was on the phone with Michael. Deb had a certain tone when she was speaking to her son and this was added to the enthusiasm she conveyed at having him home from Europe. Rubbing his eyes, Justin sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. If he sat still enough, he could just make out what Deb was saying.
"Well, is he all right?" she said. "Do you think they had a chance together, or was he just infatuated? Brian's always trippin' over his tongue about some new guy and then he fucks them and he's instantly bored. Are you sure this was all that different, honey?"
Justin frowned. He didn't like the sound of this conversation at all.
Debbie's voice became muffled and he figured she must have walked over to the sink or the frig. He could tell she was still asking questions but for a moment he couldn't make out what she said. Straining slightly, Justin leaned forward toward the door and tried to hear her. He knew if he moved, the floor would creak and she would know he was awake. For the time being, he just wanted to listen.
He was straining so hard to hear Debbie downstairs that he almost jumped out of his skin when his cell phone rang. Grabbing his chest, he could feel his heart galloping away as he crossed the room and dug his phone out of his backpack.
"Hello?"
"Hey!" Daphne chirped. "What are you doing?"
"Nothin'. I just woke up from a nap. I'm still kinda groggy."
"Are you sick or something?"
"No . . ." he hedged.
"Then why were you taking a nap at two o'clock on a Saturday afternoon? Only sick people and old people do that, Justin."
"Naps are highly under rated," he said. He walked back to the bed and sat down. "What are you doing?"
"I was thinking about going to see the new Jackie Chan movie. Wanna?"
He looked at the clock again. Ten after two. "Uh . . . I don't think so. Now that you mention it, I'm not really feeling all that well. I think I'm just gonna hang out here today."
"Are you going clubbing later?" Daphne said.
"I hadn't planned on it."
"Oh," she said knowingly. "That's right. Mr. Wonderful is still out of town. I guess there's no point going out dancing if you can't grind against him, huh?"
Justin rolled his eyes. "It's not that. I really do think I'm coming down with something." He could hear Debbie's voice very clearly suddenly--so clearly, it sounded like she was right outside his door. He realized she was talking to Vic who was obvious upstairs in his bedroom. When the knock came, he told her to come on in. "Daph, I've gotta go. Sorry about the movie."
"No problem," she said, her tone slightly disappointed but not irreparable. Good old dependable Daph. "Well, feel better. See ya."
"Thanks. See ya." He disconnected the call as Debbie came into the room. She walked over to the bed and sat beside him, her kind face set in an expression that looked like a preparation for bad news.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"Nothing," she said, way too cheerfully. "Why does something have to be wrong? Can't I just come up to say hello?"
"Deb, I just saw you two hours ago downstairs."
"When you neglected to eat the pancakes I made for you," she reminded, lifting her eyebrows. "Sunshine, you haven't eaten all day. You're gonna pass out."
"I just woke up," he said, whipping out his smart-ass grin--the one that spread his lips but didn't touch his eyes, then vanished as suddenly as it came.
Deb wagged her finger at him. "One of these days, kiddo," she warned, but she was smiling underneath. "Seriously, though. I really came up to tell you that your dreamboat has docked at the harbor. That was Michael on the phone and he just got home from the airport. He said Brian's at home, too, so you can stop pacing around up here like a caged animal. If you want to see that little bastard so badly, call him."
Justin stared at her in blatant disbelief. "Are you crazy? I can't call him."
"Of course you can. Just pick up the phone and dial."
"Deb, It doesn't work that way. Brian calls me."
"Yeah," Debbie groaned. "Brian BOOTY calls you. All the way from fuckin' England!"
In spite of himself, Justin chuckled.
Debbie did, too, but then her expression softened in a way that made Justin's blood run cold. He had no doubt she was going to say something he really did not want to hear.
"Honey, I do want to tell you something, though."
"What?"
She set her hand on his knee and gave it a consoling pat. God, this was getting worse by the second.
Debbie hesitated at first and then she took a deep breath and forged ahead. "Has Brian ever mentioned that he was seeing someone in the UK?"
Justin's heart froze and he bit his bottom lip. He recalled answering the phone at Brian's house once and hearing the long distance line crackle before a sexy Irish voice spoke. Brian never really told him much about the guy--other than the fact that he'd had a threesome with him and his boyfriend and that they were email pen pals as a result. Sometimes they had phone sex, too. Or so Justin seemed to recall. But `seeing' was a big, loaded word that indicated the presence of emotions and a million other layers of feelings that Justin did not want to think about.
"I'm guessing from the expression on your face that he didn't," Debbie said. Her fingers patted his knee again.
"Not really. He said he had some friends there that he . . . played with sometimes. But he made it sound like it was just sex. You know, casual."
She took another deep breath and her kind expression intensified even more. Thankfully she took her hand back and placed it in her own lap. If she'd patted his knee again, Justin thought he would scream.
"Well, apparently--at least from the few details Michael just gave me-- there was this Irish guy named Stuart. He and Brian got pretty involved with each other and . . ."
"Involved?" Justin repeated, his throat tightening. "What, like they were dating?"
"Not exactly," she said. "I think it started off like you said--just something casual--but after a while, he and Stuart started to have feelings for each other. The problem is, Stuart got married today."
Justin realized he hadn't breathed in a really long time. He exhaled all the air pent up in his lungs then flopped back against his pillow. "Married? Did Brian go to the wedding?"
"No. Apparently, Stuart's boyfriend--well, husband--asked Brian not to attend."
Justin wasn't sure if Debbie knew about the threesome and the phone sex, so he kept his lip buttoned. He just looked at her and maintained that stricken expression as though this was the first he'd heard about some Irish guy named Stuart.
"The point is, honey," she continued softly. "Brian is a little depressed. Michael tells me this whole thing was very upsetting to him."
Justin blinked. "Are you telling me Brian's in love with this guy?"
"Well, I don't know," Debbie said. "All I know is what my son just told me. His direct quote was `Brian's a little shell-shocked about Stuart getting married.' That's really all I got out of him on the phone." She tried that sad, kind smile again. "I just wanted you to be prepared in case you do decide to call him. He might be a little . . . grouchier than usual."
"Does this have anything to do with that fight they got into at the hotel?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "At least not that Michael said."
Taking a deep breath, Justin sat forward preparing to ask another question when his cell phone rang again. He sighed, annoyed, and picked it up ready to tell Daphne that he really wasn't feeling up to doing anything. "Hello?"
"Hey."
For the second time in ten minutes, Justin's heart froze in his chest. He started to wonder if he was going to live through that day. "Hey," he said trying to sound unaffected, even though he knew Brian wouldn't buy it. "So, you're back?"
"Uh huh," Brian said. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He looked up as Debbie got off the bed and walked back toward the door.
"Feel like helping me unpack?"
Justin smiled. "Sure."
"Okay. Bring me some Evian, would you?" Brian hung up like he always did with no good-bye and no pleasantries. He was finished talking so the conversation was over.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, Debbie sighed. "Punkin," she said. "Brian's a bad bet. You know that, right?"
"I know," he said and he did know. Smiling a little sadly, Justin shook his head. "Makes no difference, I'm afraid."
Debbie smiled sympathetically. "Well, wear condoms and keep your heart in your pocket. He's abused it enough for awhile." She winked at him and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
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Stuart:
The limo driver had been instructed to take the long way getting the boys back to the flat. This was to ensure the other guests would have time to get settled before the grooms arrived.
When they came through the front door, they both gasped at how the flat had been transformed. The furniture in the lounge had all been moved back against the far wall near the window and covered with a sheet . There were fifteen round tables dressed in white linen and fresh flowers flanking the center of the room, which had been arranged as a dance floor. The dj had set up his compact equipment near the fish tank and he was already playing soft dinner music. Stuart had let Vince pick all the music that would be played that night, but he thought he recognized the song from somewhere. It reminded him of a soundtrack but he couldn't remember from which film.
The entire flat had been adorned in tiny white lights and streamers of pale blue and dark blue. Flashing bits of glitter had been sprinkled on the tablecloths and they caught the glint of the lights like earthbound stars. He didn't recall a discussion about their wedding having a color scheme, but it clearly had one. Even the flowers on the tables were a lovely combination of white mums and blue irises mixed in with some pale blue pansies and white daisies.
The food smelled wonderful and Stuart realized he was famished. He hadn't eaten a thing since the croissant and apple danish Vince left for him that morning.
As soon as they arrived, the guests all cheered and raised their glasses. Clive stepped forward and grabbed three flutes of champagne off a tray on the bar. Balancing them a bit precariously, he made his way to where the boys were standing near the door and gave them each a glass. He draped his arm over his son's shoulder and stood between him and Vince, lifting his glass to the room.
"Now that our guests of honor have arrived," he said in a big, confident voice that made Stuart smile and blush a bit. "I want to raise a glass to all of you and thank you for being here today. The weddings of a man's children are among the most blessed occasions in his life and I am pleased beyond words to have you all here to share this day with us. To those of you who came from so far away--Rebecca and Andie, Kate and Richard, Judith, Adrian and Dudley, oh--and Alexander, who flew in from his vacation just yesterday--your presence is especially wonderful. Thanks for making your long journeys to share this day with our family." Clive raised his glass and the guests raised theirs, then he turned to his son and Vince and said, "lads, may your home always be too small to hold all of your friends."
The three of them touched their glasses together and drank, then Stuart turned to their guests and raised his glass again.
"I'd like to say a particular thank you to Romey Sullivan and Hazel Tyler for everything they did in helping us put this lovely party together. And to my father, who gave us that beautiful garden today." He felt his throat tightening and figured he'd best stop talking before he went all slushy in front of everyone. Instead of saying anything more, Stuart just tapped his father's glass then kissed his cheek warmly. "Thanks, Dad," he whispered when they were close enough.
The guests murmured a sweet, collective `aawwww'.
A slight commotion from the table nearest to them made everyone look at Marie. She was shaking her head and denying Benjamin something he wanted, but he kept insisting. Finally, she sighed and handed him her champagne glass.
"Go on, then," she said. "Speak up so everyone can hear you."
Benjamin turned toward the crowd and glanced back at his uncle with bright eyes. He held up his mother's glass and stood proudly in his kilt, his free arm folded across his lower back in a very formal stance. "To Uncle Stuart and Vince," he said cheerfully. "Happy Wedding!"
A burst of joyful laughter rose up from the crowd and then they all shouted "happy wedding" together. Stuart walked over to Ben and picked him up, planting a big, smacking kiss on his forehead.
"Thank you, luv," he said to his nephew. "That was the best toast ever."
Ben gave the glass back to his mother, apparently having no desire to taste the stuff. "You look smart," he said, admiring his uncle's attire.
"We both look bloody smart." He winked at the boy as he put him down again. Glancing back to where he'd left Vince standing, he saw that his lover was no longer there. He and Clive had moved off to circulate at the other tables. Marie tugged the edge of Stuart's kilt and he looked down at her where she sat.
"So," she teased, her pretty blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Did you get a quick shag in the limo?"
He laughed. "Don't think I didn't try. Bastard wants to wait. He's driving me mad."
"Aw," she said in mock sympathy. "I hope you at least got a few good snogs."
"Well, yeah." Stuart looked at her closely, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Dunno," he said. "All this wedding stuff. Thought it might be making you think of Robert."
"Not at all." She said, smiling up at him. "I only think of him when he sends me money or comes to collect the boys for his weekends. I'm very happy for you, little brother. You got a good bloke there."
They both looked across the elegantly decorated room at Vince as he stood in the center of a group of guests that were all waiting to hug him. He looked sweetly overwhelmed by all the attention and Stuart smiled to himself.
"Yeah," he said to his sister. "He'll do."
Vince must have felt the energy of his gaze because he turned his attention from the group gathered around him and smiled right into Stuart's eyes--once again making him feel like they were the only two people in the world. Standing there looking at Vince all dressed up in his tux, Stuart was suddenly overcome with the need to be near him.
"I'd better go get into the mix," he said to Marie. "Don't want to be anti-social at my own wedding." He squeezed Marie's shoulder affectionately then walked across the room to where his lover waited.
Kate and Reb were laughing together as he passed, both of them dressed prettily in pale yellow frocks and hats. Reb's niece, Andie, broke away from the cluster of guests at their table and rushed up to Stuart as he crossed the room. She attached herself to his arm and grinned up at him.
"Hello there, young lass," Stuart said, giving her a hug. "You look lovely." He stood back to get a full view of her lavender chiffon dress. Her straw hat was slightly askew from the hug and she straightened it with her fingertips.
"Thank you, kind sir," she said, her lovely American Southern accent ringing out. "I was hoping it all looked right. I haven't worn a hat like this since I was little. My grandma used to make me get all gussied up for church and I always had to wear hats. Aunt Reb and I bought these in London and then we wore them to have tea at the Savoy."
Stuart showed a bright smile to the girl, but inside he felt a palpable sting. The mention of the Savoy made him think of Claridge's . . . and Claridge's made him think of Brian. It was the first time all day that the American's ghost had moved through him and Stuart shivered slightly from the brief haunting.
"I'm really happy you and your Aunt could come today," he told Andie. "It's very special for us to have you here, since you two were instrumental in Vince's proposal."
Andie reached for his hand and held onto them, lowering her voice to a near whisper so Stuart had to lean forward to hear her. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen," she confided. "You guys looked so beautiful up there and I loved the things you said. I hope my own wedding is that nice whenever I get married."
Stuart kissed her forehead. "It was pretty amazing being up there," he said. "Andie, I hope when you do get married, it feels EXACTLY that way for you." Once again, he looked at Vince who was getting a huge hug from his half-sister. "You will save me a dance, won't you?" he asked the young girl.
"You betcha." She put her arms around his neck and hugged him again. "I just wanted to say congratulations. And I hope you and Vince stay together forever."
"I hope we do, too," he said. "Thank you, luv." He touched his finger to her lightly freckled nose and then went over to Vince.
Judith squealed when she saw him and flung her arms around his neck. "Oh, look at you--you handsome thing! You are so gorgeous in this. I didn't know Irishmen even WORE kilts."
He nodded. "Not a lot, but once in a while. I wanted to wear it because my father did in his wedding. I reckon I'm a bit slushier than I thought," he giggled. "You look fantastic, Judith." He extended his hand to Adrian who stood dutifully behind his exuberant wife. "Adrian. Thanks for coming."
"Congratulations, Stuart," Adrian said stiffly. "The ceremony was quite nice."
"Thanks." Stuart put his arm around Vince's waist and pressed against him softly. The heat from his lover's body was maddening, especially on the exposed parts of his thigh and knee.
Judith turned around to say something to her husband and for a moment in the midst of all the milling guests, Stuart and Vince were almost alone. Vince turned to him and brushed their noses together. Softly he whispered into Stuart's ear. "I'm tired already and we haven't even had dinner yet. How are we going to get through this?"
Stuart sighed and whispered back. "I'd have a lot more energy if you'd shagged me in the limo."
Vince laughed and Stuart could feel the heat of the blush in his cheeks as Vince nuzzled his neck. "Soon enough, luv. Soon enough."
Glancing up at their bedroom, Stuart saw that the blinds were drawn over the glass walls and the door was closed. "What's going on in there?"
Vince batted his eyes innocently. "Nothin'."
"Why is it closed off, then?"
"Because."
Stuart squinted suspiciously. "What have you done to our bedroom?"
"You'll just have to wait and see, won't ya?" Leaning forward, Vince put a very gentle kiss on Stuart's lips. "Part of your surprise is in there, so don't go sniffin' around."
"If the door's locked, where are our guests going to go to the toilet?"
"In the guestroom loos." Vince nodded back to the guestrooms where the doors were open and the lights were on inside. "I did think of that, luv."
Stuart chewed his lip thoughtfully. "You said part of my surprise was in the bedroom. Where's the rest of it?"
"The rest of it is on me," Vince said mysteriously.
Lifting his eyebrows, Stuart nodded. "Oh, all right. I'll just have to look around, then." He pressed closer to Vince, standing behind him so he could get both arms around his waist. Burying his nose in the soft blond hairs at the back of Vince's neck, he sighed warm breath onto the skin there, then kissed it. "Is it back here?" he purred.
Vince shook his head and in the process he brushed his body against Stuart's very slightly. Stuart had to concentrate to keep from getting hard.
"Is it in here?" His hands moved over Vince's belly, stroking the soft fabric of his tux jacket.
"Uuuh . . . you won't find it that way, luv," Vince teased.
"Is it in a box?"
"Nope."
"Is it in a velvet bag?"
"It's not jewelry," Vince told him. "All your lovers have spoiled you plenty with jewelry."
Stuart smarted from the gentle zing and once again that hazel-eyed specter seemed to pass through him. He kissed Vince's earlobe with soft lips. "Is it in your pocket?"
"No . . ."
"Is it in your jacket?"
"No." He turned around in Stuart's arms and held on to his lover's hips through the soft fabric of his kilt. "If you stand really close to me, you can feel it." Vince looked right in his eyes as their foreheads touched.
Stuart pressed his hips forward instinctively, feeling the light scratch of the fine wool against his naked cock. Unable to stop himself, he tilted his chin and kissed Vince deeply, sighing into the warm, erotic contact. Just as he was getting lost in the kiss, he heard Hazel's voice over his shoulder.
"Oi, lads. Come on, now." She winked at them both as she stood beside them, her arms draped over their shoulders. "We're very near the bar right here. Don't think I'm above dumping a bucket of ice in your laps if you get out of hand. We know you're anxious to consummate your union, but you're just going to have to wait."
Vince shook his head, his cheeks infused with color. God, he looked beautiful.
The caterers rang a unobtrusive bell that announced dinner and Stuart sighed. He didn't want to move just yet. More than anything, he wanted to stay right where he was and just kiss his husband all night. Well, at least until they started shagging.
"Come on, luv," Vince said. "Sit down."
They took their seat at the family table and waited while everyone else gathered. Marie rounded up the boys and dragged them to their seats, forcing the rambunctious lads to be still while everyone else found their places.
Along with his sister and nephews, Clive and Margaret sat on Stuart's right while Hazel, Dudley, Judith and Adrian sat on Vince's left. Romey and Lisa were at the table directly next to theirs and they had positioned Alfred in his high-chair so he could almost reach his father if he extended his little arms.
Glancing around the room, Stuart watched as all their guests made their way to their seats. Kate was still wearing her hat and he had to smile. It was lovely--wide brimmed and neatly tapered at the end with an elegant pale yellow bow tied around. A cluster of crisp daisies were secured near the bow and he could tell all the way from across the room that they were real. That was a perfect Katherine Stephani detail. The hat hadn't come with flowers, so she'd bought some of her own in order to make it more special.
She sat at a table nearby with Richard and Reb and Andie. Also at that table was Stuart's boss and his wife and two couples who were friends of his mother's. Alexander had brought Dane as his guest and the two of them headed up the next table, which also included a few of Vince's friends from work. After much deliberation, he had decided to invite Marcie and her husband and one of the cashier's he'd become mates with. But the girl who had a crush on him so long ago--Rosalie Cotter--hadn't made the guest list. There had been some tension surrounding that and Vince hadn't wanted her in attendance, even though they were still friendly at work.
Also at Alexander's table was a rather forlorn looking Nathan Maloney who had come with his mother. Hazel told them that Janis had to force the boy to attend and that his mother hoped it would finally cure him of his obsession with Stuart. The plan appeared to be working. From across the room, Nathan looked both disgusted and bored.
As the bar staff circulated with bottles of wine and champagne, the caterers began serving the first course.
Vince reached for Stuart's hand and cupped it under the table, then he gave him a soft kiss. "This day is perfect," he whispered.
Margaret reached for the centerpiece then and lifted out one of the sweet smelling lilies. It's perfume filled the air around them and Stuart squeezed his lover's hand gently, feeling the firm, reassuring heat of the Claddagh under his fingers.
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Justin:
When Brian slid the heavy door back to let him into the loft, Justin noticed a curious expression flash across his handsome face. Brian lifted his nose a little and sniffed, then he glanced down at the plastic grocery sack in Justin's hand.
"You didn't bring me flowers, did you?"
Justin raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Did you WANT me to?"
Brian shook his head. "Of course not. I just . . . smelled flowers just then. You don't smell that?"
Justin took a deep breath, sniffing the air in the hallway and then shook his head.
Brian shrugged then stood aside and let him in. He rolled the door closed and locked it, then he walked up to his bedroom where Justin could see clothes strewn all over his bed. His suitcase was open on the floor by the chest of drawers and the washing machine swished softly on the other side of the frig.
Walking into the kitchen, Justin set the sack he'd been carrying down on the counter. "I got the Evian. And I brought you some Pedialite and orange juice with vitamin B and potassium."
Brian gave him a puzzled stare from the bedroom. "Pedialite? The baby's not here."
"It's for you. For your jet lag. Pedialite will take care of any dehydration you might be feeling. It's also good for hangovers--or so I'm told. I've never had a hangover, so I don't know if it really works. But my health teacher said it would."
Brian rolled his eyes and went back to sorting through his dirty clothes. Justin chuckled to himself. He loved to tease Brian about his age, even though it bugged the shit out of the older man. Reaching into the cupboard over the sink, he took out a glass then poured the juice into it. He tucked the bottle of Pedialite under his arm then grabbed the Evian and the glass and carried them across the wide polished wood floor. He stepped up to the bedroom and found Brian sitting on the edge of his bed, rifling the contents of his shaving kit.
"Here," he said, handing him the glass of juice. "Drink this. Then drink these." He set the bottles on the floor by Brian's feet.
"I don't have jet lag," he said irritably, but he took the glass and drank its contents, anyway. Justin knew he would, but never without sufficient bitching.
"So," Justin leaned against the dresser. "How was your trip?"
"Eventful." Brian was still looking for something and he went from rifling his shaving kit, to searching through the various brightly colored bags scattered on the duvet. Justin gathered those bags contained souvenirs.
"Did that guy you beat up ever regain consciousness?" he teased.
Brian just looked at him. "Of course he did. He barely remembered any of it after he woke up in the hospital--or so he said. Either way, he didn't say anything more about the fight."
"Did he at least apologize for the shit he said to you?"
"Are you kidding? Homophobes are convinced they're right, Justin. That asshole didn't think he had anything to apologize for. It's just like when your dad beat me up."
Justin flinched at the mention of the incident.
"He was completely positive he was justified so he kept kicking me in the ribs," Brian continued, his tone a little more intense than it needed to be. "Your dad was sure I was a pervert and that you were in danger from me."
They looked at each other for a long moment before Justin said anything else. "You're really tired, aren't you?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine." Brian's brow knit in the center and then he looked down at the glass in his hand. Sighing, he raised it to his lips and drank the remaining juice.
Justin stepped forward to take the empty glass away but Brian set it on the floor by the bottle of Evian. Reaching up, he put his arm around Justin's waist and pulled him down until the boy straddled his lap.
"Take off your shoes," he instructed quietly.
Justin wiggled out of his sneakers and let them drop onto the bedroom floor, then he wrapped his legs around Brian's lean waist. The proximity was wonderful and Justin took a deep breath, filling his senses with Brian's familiar, delectable scent. He could tell Brian had just showered and his hair was slightly damp at the back of his neck. With his arms, he pulled himself as close as possible, pressing their bellies together gently. Justin whispered against Brian's ear.
"Deb said you might be a little grouchier than normal."
Brian said nothing. He slid his fingers up under Justin's shirt in the back then stroked the skin there, gently stimulating the nerves on his spine.
"She said you might be sad," he went on. "About . . . someone . . . in England."
Brian's fingers caressed Justin's back all the way to his tailbone, sending shivers of sensation radiating all over his body. His jeans were lose at the waist and Brian had no trouble reaching right down into them to tickle the tops of Justin's butt cheeks.
"Deb should mind her own business," Brian muttered.
Justin leaned back to look in those amazing, haunted hazel eyes. "We both know she thought she was."
A tiny knowing smile flashed on his face and then finally, Brian kissed him. Justin held his breath as their lips connected, tingling all over from the intensity of the older man's control. He often wondered if his savvy lover kissed everyone the same way--that hovering, powerful heat followed by a tickling press of those curvy lips and then the soft pressure of the full kiss as Brian's tongue insisted its way inside.
Justin's fingers reached under the hem of Brian's long sleeved t- shirt and gently pet his naked tummy. His skin was hot and smooth and the little hairs below his navel felt like strands of silk. Justin let his tongue play in Brian's mouth and sucked gently on those beautiful lips, feeling his blood race through his body to fill his cock.
Brian's large hands pulled Justin's shirt over his head and tossed it aside as they kissed. With his finger's, he tugged on the buttons of the boy's fly then pushed the fabric back to expose his swelling erection.
"No underwear," Brian whispered. "You dirty little boy."
"Mmmm, I have some very bad influences in my life . . ." Justin breathed a laugh, then turned his head to nuzzle Brian's neck. He buried his nose below the collar of his lover's t-shirt and smelled the warm skin there.
Brian's fingers wrapped around Justin's cock and rubbed it until it was fully hard. His thumb played over the tingling head, smearing pre-come over the slit and down the vein in the back. Justin moaned, biting the soft flesh of Brian's shoulder.
Shifting his hips, Brian lifted the front of his shirt and pressed Justin's tense cock against his belly, reaching back with his hands to push the boy's body forward. His fingers reached down again and stroked Justin's cheeks, then they rested on his tailbone. For a moment Brian's hand just stayed there, warming the skin with his fingers. Then he began a slow, rhythmic tapping on Justin's tailbone with the pads of his index and middle fingers. The vibration seemed to ripple through Justin's body and he sighed, pressing his cock into the flesh of Brian's belly.
In no time Justin heard himself groaning and panting and he couldn't help grinding his hips. He needed friction against his cock more than he needed to breathe. He had almost forgotten those tapping fingers as he rubbed his erection on Brian's taut abs, tingling everywhere at once. He felt like he was already coming but he wasn't. His body was warm and sensitive and he moaned from way down in his torso.
Brian kissed him again, covering his tender mouth and gnawing his lips as Justin's orgasm began to rise. The kiss put him over the edge and just as his cock exploded under the fabric of Brian's t- shirt, he realized the contractions were deep and emanating directly from his prostate. Those tapping fingers had been the real catalyst, not the friction on his cock. He shuddered as he wet Brian's skin with semen and lowered his forehead down on the man's shoulder for support.
Brian rocked him gently as his orgasm waned, kissing his neck with rough, sucking nibbles. Justin was floating on a warm ocean of pleasure and he closed his eyes. All of his senses were full of Brian . . . the strength of his arms, the hard power of his thighs, the heat of his satiny skin, the scent of his hair. Justin felt like he was drifting off and then Brian shifted, moving him back so they could look at each other.
Leaning forward Brian put a soft kiss on Justin's lips, then one on the end of his nose, then one on each closed eyelid. Justin held his breath. He didn't know what to do. Brian had never really demonstrated pure affection like that before and he wasn't sure he should call attention to it. Instead, he just sat there quietly, perched on those strong thighs and let Brian give him those gentle little kisses.
"Did you like that?" he whispered.
"It was . . . really intense," Justin said. "It felt great."
Brian smiled. "Mm. That's a little trick I learned a few years ago. I forgot about it until recently. It's really great if you're being rimmed at the same time."
Justin laughed softly. "God, I'd die from that. It would be too much stimulation."
"Yeah," Brian said, a little smile playing on his lips. "You are very easily stimulated."
"Is that why you always make me come as soon as I walk in the door?" Justin asked.
Brian took a breath and seemed to consider that question seriously. "I make you come right away because I don't want to get off as quickly as you can. I get your first orgasm out of the way, then I can take my time to come."
Justin nodded. "I see. So it's an age thing."
The sharp smack on his exposed ass made him jump, but then he laughed.
"Watch your mouth," Brian admonished.
Grinning sexily, Justin moved on the bed and pushed Brian onto his back. Leaning over the older man, he smiled down at him. "Are you ready to come now?"
"I'm always ready to come," Brian said, his fingers teasing the boy's ribs just enough to create sensation, but not enough to tickle. "Are you ready to suck my cock?"
"I'm always ready to suck your cock. I could spend the whole fucking day sucking your cock, in fact." Justin moved down on the bed and lifted Brian's shirt, dabbing his tongue into the musky, salty fluid on his belly. He'd tasted his own semen before, but for some reason it tasted really good on Brian's skin.
Unbuttoning Brian's jeans until his pubic hair was exposed, Justin buried his nose in the coarse curls and took a deep breath. That cock he so adored burned against his cheek, twitching and leaking as he nuzzled it. He ran his tongue up the length of the shaft, tasting the sweet saltiness of Brian's skin. Wrapping his lips around the thick base, Justin closed his eyes and concentrated on the hard ridges under the satiny skin. He rubbed with his tight lips, stroking up and down by turning his head.
"Ooooh . . ." Brian sighed. "That feels good . . ."
Justin grasped Brian's cock with his hand and continued stroking the thick shaft as he softly mouthed his balls. He felt Brian tremble and his legs opened wantonly. Tugging his jeans down further and out of the way, Justin tilted his head so his chin lifted Brian's balls and then he buried his face between his lover's hot cheeks. His tongue darted out and lapped the heated crack, smoothing down the soft hairs surrounding Brian's anus. When his wet tongue made contact with that sensitive orifice, Brian gasped and held his breath.
Pleased at the reactions he was getting, Justin forged ahead, dipping even further into the warm crevice of Brian's ass. He nipped the wrinkled flesh with his teeth and felt Brian flinch, then he soothed the skin with wet licks. His fist still worked on that huge cock but he was careful not to touch the head. It would be too sensitive and he wanted to torture Brian with pleasure a little longer. Justin loved having his face plunged into that most intimate part of his lover's body. He made a wet little spear out of his tongue then extended it into the hot, tight hole, rubbing it back and forth.
The long, deep moan Brian let out was nearly enough to make Justin shoot all over again. He'd never made Brian feel like that before and he was almost drunk on the power of it. Sighing and loving the flavors and smells inundating him, he drove his tongue into Brian's body as deep as he could and swirled it around in there.
"Oh, God . . ." Brian groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. He pushed into Justin's tongue, fucking it gently with his movement. Justin could feel Brian's cock throbbing in his fist as he pumped it relentlessly. He knew Brian would come if he didn't stop, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to bring his lover to orgasm in just that way.
Brian shook under him and his anus opened and relaxed as Justin continued to stroke it with his tongue. He felt Brian reach for the hand around the base of his cock and move it up to the head where he squeezed his fingers around Justin's and they both rubbed the sensitive glands. In the next instant, Brian's whole body shuddered and then he froze as his balls tensed and his orgasm grabbed him. He shouted with each contraction and Justin felt the hot seed gush into his hand. His own cock was fully erect again and it tingled with arousal as he licked and stroked Brian through the last of his climax.
Kissing his way back up Brian's hips, he stopped to lick his dark red cockhead. Holding Brian's wrist, Justin licked his fingers clean, savoring the strong, musky flavor of his lover's seed. He loved the way Brian tasted, even though he rarely let Justin swallow his ejaculate.
"Well, maybe coming quickly isn't an age thing after all," Justin teased, winking playfully.
Brian breathed a laugh then carded his still wet fingers through Justin's hair. "Maybe not."
"You never told me you liked that so much," the boy said, curling up along Brian's side. His hard cock pressed into the hot flesh of the older man's hip and Brian reached for it instinctively.
"I've never met anyone who didn't like it," he said, playing with Justin's cock with his fingers. "But, I must admit it was particularly satisfying at that moment.
"Maybe you need to be fucked," Justin suggested, more than half kidding. He kissed Brian's left ear and rubbed his right one with his fingers. Brian's ears were very sensitive and he loved to have them touched. That was something Justin learned the very first night they had sex and he'd never forgotten. In fact, he'd never forgotten any of little things he'd discovered that brought Brian pleasure.
"Maybe I do," the older man said softly.
Justin looked up with wide eyes, expecting Brian to be smirking to indicate his lack of seriousness. But he wasn't smirking, he was just lying there relaxed with his eyes half closed and his lips parted, his long fingers gently toying with Justin's cock.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked because he just had to.
Brian turned his head and looked at Justin directly. "I never kid when I'm talking about fucking."
"But you're a full-time top," he said, frowning slightly. He didn't like it when the rules changed in the middle of the game.
Sighing, Brian shook his head. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."
Suddenly the stimulation of Brian's fingers became too much and Justin reached down to move his hand. He brought Brian's fingers to his lips and kissed them, then he held the older man's hand against his chest softly.
"What?" Brian asked curiously. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yeah," he said. "It feels really good. I just . . ."
Brian squinted. "What?"
"I just wondered if you were okay. You seem . . . I don't know . . . kind of . . . I don't know, different. Softer than usual, if that makes sense."
For a long time Brian looked at him and Justin watched his face closely. He seemed to be sorting through something very complicated and at one point it seemed like he was going to say something, but then he didn't. He sat up and reached over the edge of the bed for the bottle of Evian, twisting the cap off slowly. Justin laid quietly while Brian drank the water, still hoping he might respond.
After what seemed like ages, Brian crawled back up the bed and lay down beside Justin again. He reached over and traced a line down the center of the boy's belly with his fingers until he came to his semi- erect cock. Tilting forward, he kissed the sensitive head then licked it very gently. Justin pet his soft hair, loving the way the neatly cut locks stroked his fingers.
"Brian?"
"Hmm?" He closed his eyes and sucked the head of Justin's cock hungrily.
Slightly off balance from the pleasure, Justin sighed and then regained his footing. "Uh . . . are you? I mean, are you okay?"
Rolling Justin onto his back, Brian balanced himself with his hands on either side of the boy. He licked his cock from the tip all the way down to his balls, then came back up to suck the head. Justin groaned and opened his legs, but inside he felt like he was being selfish. Like he should try harder to draw Brian out rather just succumb to his own physical desires. Once again, he said Brian's name and tried to get him to look up.
"Brian, please," he pleaded softly. "If you're sad, I want to help you."
Brian opened his eyes but didn't look up. "You are helping me," he said, then he leaned over again and sucked Justin's cock deep into his mouth.
Sighing both from the pleasure and out of reluctance, Justin laid his head back and let Brian do what he needed to do.
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