Endeavor
Chapter Fifteen: Epilogue

"Thou art to me a delicious torment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

6 Months Later

 

Brian forced Justin face down onto the mattress and jumped on top of him.

“Brian!” Justin shrieked. “What are you doing?” He struggled underneath the taller man, but Brian had since grabbed his arms and had him effectively pinned.

Brian thrust his crotch against Justin’s ass. “I’m humping you, what do you think I’m doing?”

“Are you crazy?” Justin gasped.

Brian pounded harder against Justin’s ass and at a quicker pace. “We have to test it out before we buy it.”

“Are you waiting for the springs to start squeaking?” a male voice asked from behind Brian.

Brian had never moved so fast in his life. He rolled off Justin and turned to face the salesman. The tag clipped to the pocket of the man’s hideous plaid shirt read, ‘Hello my name is Melvin’. “Yes, Melvin,” Brian replied smoothly. “We have to make sure we don’t wake the neighbors.”

“We don’t have neighbors,” Justin groaned. He hid his red face in his hands as he slid off the mattress and stood beside Brian. He wanted to die, right that second and he wanted to take Brian with him. Brian was going to pay. He was so going to pay.

Melvin gave both men an amused look. He’d seen a lot worse in his job, such as last week when a man and woman had undressed down to their underwear. He’d had to call the cops on them and lose any potential commission he would have earned. The blond before him was embarrassed enough so he chose not to address their ‘testing’. He could tell the older, taller man dressed in an Armani suit had money and he wasn’t about to lose a sale. “This mattress doesn’t have springs. It’s the ‘Natura Organic Latex’ model.”

“Do you have anything else like it?” Justin asked, looking around the showroom and happy to see they were the only customers there.

Brian gave Justin an odd look. “What’s wrong with this one? You looked good on it.”

Justin kicked Brian’s leg and finally met the salesman’s eyes. “My ex-boyfriend had the exact same mattress.”

Brian laughed, “Of course he did.”

“Would you still like a latex foam mattress?” Melvin asked.

“Latex is best,” Brian said, bumping his hip into Justin. “Stop glaring at me,” he whispered into his ear.

Melvin wasn’t gay but he couldn’t help but find the men before him attractive. They had sexual chemistry even when they weren’t simulating sex. “All right, follow me over to the Simmons area.” He led them over to the next set of mattresses.

Justin ran his hand over the mattress while giving Brian a silent warning with his eyes. “This one isn’t nearly as soft as the other one.”

“You’re right,” Melvin said. “Its comfort level is only 4 but I wanted to show you the lowest level of comfort mattress that we carry so you could compare it to the highest.”

Brian tilted his nose in the air, refusing to go near the mattress Justin stood against. His boyfriend didn’t have to worry; he wasn’t going to throw him on that thing. “Why are you showing us this again?”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Melvin, please just show us the best one. It’ll save us both a lot of time.”

“Of course.” Melvin motioned Brian and Justin to follow him and stopped in front of the most expensive mattress the store carried. “This is our Simmons Natural Care Elite Gannett Peak TruSoft Pillowtop; it has a comfort level of 8 and a 20 year warranty.”

Justin crossed his arms over his chest and asked. “If I sit on this are you going to molest me?”

Brian sighed, “I guess not. Have at it.”

Justin jumped onto his hands and knees on the mattress and looked at Brian over his shoulder while wiggling his ass. “It’s perfect.”

Brian turned around and fell backwards. “Damn, I could fall asleep right here.”

Justin laughed and kissed Brian’s nose. “Hopefully you won’t be saying that when we get it home.”

“So this is the one?” Brian asked.

“This is the one.” Justin sensually kissed Brian’s lips before hopping off the mattress and addressing Melvin, “Do you have a California King in house so it can be delivered today?”

Melvin shook his head. “Those have to be specially ordered from the factory.”

Brian grumbled his disappointment as he stood up from the bed. “How long is that going to take?”

“Two days?” Melvin hoped this wouldn’t lose him the sale. He had the potential to make a substantial commission. “If you’ll buy from us today I’ll pay the delivery fee myself.” He was sure he could get one of the guys to do it as a favor.

“That’s fine,” Justin said, before Brian could say no. “Our furniture won’t be delivered for the bedroom until tomorrow anyway so that’s fine.”

Brian shook his head at Justin. “Care to tell me what we’re going to be sleeping on tonight? The whole reason we went shopping for a mattress today is because you felt it necessary to give away our other ones today.”

“Ben could only borrow his friend’s truck today,” Justin reminded him. “We can stay in a hotel for the night.” Justin raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe get a massage.”

“All right,” Brian agreed and turned back to Melvin. “We’ve got to pick out a mattress for my son too.”

Melvin did his best to hide his shock and stuttered, “This… model is great for children too.”

“And great for your commission no doubt,” Brian said pointedly.

“That too,” Melvin admitted.
 

*****

When Brian and Justin first decided to get a place together, they only thought of buying an apartment. That commitment was as much as either man could handle. Jennifer searched for three months to find them the right apartment but nothing ever felt like home or had enough space for Brian. They realized that they had to look for a house. Within two weeks, they found and closed on a home not too far from Exhibition.

The style of the home on the outside didn’t appeal to Brian, but Justin loved it. It had a large yard, a covered patio and pool in the back and the previous owners had converted one side of the two-car garage into a wood shop. It had great light and Justin knew that he had to use it as his studio the moment he saw it. The rooms of the house were large and spacious. There were three bedrooms, a master suite for them, a room for Gus and a room for their home office. There were, however, problems with the flooring. It was done in nice tile and real natural wood, but it was all mismatched. Besides the flooring, Brian hated the kitchen. It was beautiful by nearly anyone else’s view, but Brian hated it. Justin liked it the way it was, but Brian had his sights set on an entire remodel. When Brian contacted the same interior designer he’d used for the loft, the man suggested that he live in the house for at least three months before doing any major changes. By that time, Justin was confident that he’d convince Brian that he rarely used the kitchen so it didn’t matter that it didn’t flow with the rest of the home.

Justin could hardly believe that he and Brian had bought a house together. The day that they signed the papers, he almost felt like he was getting married. It was that big of a commitment. He doubted that would ever happen, but according to Brian’s friends, the idea of him living with someone was shocking enough. They didn’t get it though, he and Brian weren’t ready to be monogamous and he wasn’t sure they ever would be ready. Living together would just mean sharing a little more than they already did, which before had been quite a lot. Finding somewhere for them to live together had seemed more practical than anything.

Ted had teased Justin about getting sick of Brian when he’d caught him and Brian arguing in his office about three days after they were ‘officially’ moved in together. Justin couldn’t believe it to be possible. Who could get sick of getting the best fuck of your life every single day, multiple times a day? Who could get tired of lunchtime office quickies, sunrise blowjobs and anytime shower fucks? Certainly not him. Ted had no idea why he and Brian had been arguing. Justin had almost told him just to spite him, but he kept it to himself. No one needed to know that Brian was pissed that he lost ‘rock, paper, scissors’ and was indeed going to be on bottom for the rest of the day. Sometimes, Brian bet him about stupid stuff, but ‘rock, paper, scissors’ was serious business as far as Justin was concerned. There was no such thing as a two fingered paper, you were either scissors or you were paper. And so, his rock had beaten Brian’s scissors.

God, had Justin fucked Brian hard that night. It was only a couple days after the whole ‘mattress store incident’, so he naturally took out his qualms on Brian’s tight ass. He’d put a cock ring on Brian and fucked himself to two orgasms over the course of three hours before he finally let Brian come. Only after he made Brian a mass of quivering, pleading, begging flesh that could barely utter his name. Justin often wondered why Brian did such silly things like hump in a public store or play ‘rock, paper, scissors’ when he knew that a time would come soon enough that Justin would make him pay with a very hard thick cock up Brian’s tiny asshole. Perhaps that was why Brian did it.

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and nibbled on his neck. “Didn’t you hear Mikey?”

Justin turned in Brian’s arms and rubbed his body against him. “Michael was asking me something?”

“He asked where the bathroom was.” Brian looked at Justin with a knowing expression. “Were you imagining me fucking you on this table?”

Justin laughed. “You wish. This thing couldn’t sustain the blows you’d give it.” He turned back around and began to clean up the dishes.

Brian pinched Justin’s ass. “Yet amazingly, your ass can.”

“It’s a thing of wonder,” Justin said seriously. “I’ve told you this before.”

“It’s kind of fucked up that you know how great your ass is. So now that I’ve seen you suck your own cock, you don’t suppose you could eat your own ass, could you?”

Justin stared at Brian for a moment to see if he was joking but Brian seemed serious. “Do you think I’m a fucking contortionist?”

Brian took the stack of plates from Justin’s hands and put them back on the table. “The fact that you can suck your own cock has got to be some level of contortionism.” He pulled Justin against him and ground his pelvis into his stomach. “Stop cleaning up and come drink some wine and make out with me.”

“We have guests,” Justin chastised.

“What better way to make them leave?” Brian joked, sliding his tongue against Justin’s lips while he talked. “Deb, your family and Gus and Jenny already went home with the munchers so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You’re suggesting that we go make out so that our friends will leave?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Brian whispered, licking the shell of Justin’s ear. “Come on, I haven’t fucked you in that chair you call a chaise.”

Justin pushed Brian away. “Shut up. You love our living room.”

“Love is not the word I’d use.” Brian grabbed one of the wineglasses from the table and gulped the rest of the contents.

Justin pulled Brian’s mouth to his own and licked away the remnants of wine. “Are you underestimating how hot we are together?” He pointed to the glass windows that showed their reflections. “If we go in there and start making out, they’ll want to stay and watch. Besides, Daphne and Steven are in there too. I don’t want to make Steven uncomfortable, Daph would kill me.”

“I have it on good authority that Daphne is half-drunk on wine and just asked Steven if he wanted to leave soon.”

Justin frowned. “She hates our house?”

Brian snorted. “No, she just wants to go get fucked.”

“Brian, eww.”

Brian smiled devilishly. “Come on. Once they leave let’s see how far we have to go before everyone else leaves.”

Justin shook his head. “You do realize that your dick might be in my ass and we’ll be coming all over each other by the time that happens.” He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the ground. “I am not turning our housewarming party into a fucking orgy.”

Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and the new bottle of wine he’d gone to get out of the kitchen. “You’re no fun.”

“I’ll remember you said that the next time you want to play ‘I never’,” Justin warned.

Brian pulled Justin into the hallway and gave him an evil smirk. “That would be the perfect party game, wouldn’t it? And I know just the question to ask.”

“You wouldn’t!” Justin gasped as he practically tripped trying to keep up with Brian. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed when they reached the living room.

“Brian, I can’t believe you let Justin paint your guest bathroom like that!” Michael said in astonishment.

“Gus wanted it like that,” Justin defended. “Brian couldn’t say no to him.”

Brian had already heard Ted make fun of it for an hour after he’d seen it yesterday afternoon. Justin had been pissed that Brian hadn’t explained that Justin had painted it for Gus. He knew that he had no one to blame but himself for caving to Gus’ desires of a Rainbow bathroom. Originally, he’d figured that he never would use it so it didn’t bother him. He’d have to start directing his guests to the master bathroom. “Like you didn’t paint Jenny an actual fucking rainbow on her ceiling at your house?” he reminded.

“I think it’s gorgeous,” Emmett said.

“Thanks, Em,” Justin replied, smiling now.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Michael added. “It was unexpected.”

Ted kept his mouth shut and looked away from both Brian and Justin.

Brian changed the subject. “So, who wants to play ‘I never’?” he asked.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” Daphne stood from Steven’s lap and wobbled a little bit while looking down at her boyfriend. “Come on, your ears are too innocent for this game.”

Brian slapped Justin’s ass as hard as he could. “Sharing our secrets again, Sunshine?”

Justin looked pitiful. “That was before you asked me not to.”

“What’s ‘I never’ ?” Ted asked.

“I love party games,” Emmett said while clapping.

Justin grumbled, “There will be no making out during this game.”

Brian didn’t believe him for a moment.

 

*****

Brian didn’t ever tell anyone that Justin could suck his own dick. That was a pleasure he indulged in watching and keeping to himself, but he loved fucking with Justin about it whenever the chance arose. Justin never could eat his own ass, no matter how much Brian encouraged him to try. He just wasn’t that flexible and though he didn’t mind tasting himself on Brian’s tongue, the thought wasn’t as appealing as it was to Brian. Brian never remodeled the kitchen because Justin had warned him that he’d stop cooking in it if he did and the lure of Justin’s amazing food won out in the end. Brian often made bets Justin cashed in by using Brian’s ass and Brian liked it that way.

They took Gus to Kennywood Amusement Park whenever the weather was nice and he spent the night more often than he had before, happy to have his own room at his Dad’s house. Justin practiced soccer with Gus in their backyard, but he still sucked, even though he’d swear that he’d gotten a lot better.

Exhibition became an even bigger success with the expansion of the company but with that success also came more apt employees and Justin was able to relegate some of his responsibilities onto other employees. He and Brian made a ton of money and went on vacations all around the world. Justin also negotiated enough free time to work in his art studio at home and paint masterpieces that sold at a relatively good rate and pace. Lindsay was always telling him he should quit Exhibition and only focus on his art, but she just didn’t understand that the work he did at Exhibition was art to him too. He wasn’t interested in becoming the next Andy Warhol, but if that happened to fall in his lap, he wouldn’t mind it. He was happy at Exhibition and he loved working with Brian, more than he loved working alone in his studio painting pictures he’d never see once they sold.

Unless one of them was out of town, they never went a day without fucking each other. Sometimes they brought others in on the mix, sometimes they stayed in for a whole weekend with no one to fuck or talk to but each other, and sometimes they had orgies in the V.I.P. room at Babylon.

 

*****

After a while, things started to change. Brian stopped fucking other guys a long time before he realized that Justin had too. After five years together, when Brian asked Justin to sign partnership papers on Christmas Eve, he wasn’t trying to romanticize the union. It was purely coincidence that the day after Christmas allowed for the exact amount of time they’d need to have the papers notarized and filed before the tax year was complete. They could legally file taxes jointly and that meant more money for them both.

If they celebrated their union having raw sex at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Day, well that was coincidental holiday romance too.

It was. Seriously.

They didn’t really care if no one believed it or not because they didn’t actually completely believe it.

The End
 

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