Breathless

Chapter Eight

THE NEXT MORNING--SIX AM

Justin was up and getting ready for school, but he couldn't stop thinking about Brian. The night before, he had received the best birthday wish ever. Brian had admitted having feelings for him. He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't stop.

He and Brian had talked until eleven the night before. And, of course, there had been some kissing and feeling up. But they didn't do anything beyond that. Then, Brian had dropped him off at home.

Finished getting dressed, Justin walked downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, Justin," said Molly as she put breakfast on the plates.

"Mornin'," he replied. When Molly sat his plate down in front of him, he added, "Thanks." With that said, he began digging into his Silver Dollar pancakes and sausage links.

"So, what did you and Brian do last night? And, what about Brent?"

Remembering that Brian didn't want anybody knowing about them, and not wanting to have to tell what Brent did, he was silent for a minute. Then, he shrugged. "Nothing much. We just talked. As for Brent, we're not together anymore."

"Why?"

"It just wasn't working. Why drag it out?"

"Oh, Justin, I'm sorry. And, on your Birthday, too."

"It's alright. I'd better get to school."

Standing up, he walked to the front door and grabbed his backpack out of the corner, After goodbyes, he walked outside and started his walk to the school.

EIGHT AM--DEBBIE'S HOUSE

Brian got out of the shower and realized that he had an erection from thinking about Justin. Making sure that the door was locked, he decided to take care of the problem. He sucked in a breath as his hand touched the tender flesh.

Closing his eyes, he pictured Justin in his mind. The blond hair, the deep blue eyes, the bubble butt. He had loved the time that they had spent together the night before. He knew that he was in love with the younger man, but he was also worried about what the 'family' would say or do if they found out. He *did* want to tell them one day, though.

He had loved kissing Justin the night before. He knew that he's never get enough of those intoxicating kisses. Groaning, Brian felt his hot cum hit his hand and stomach. 'Guess I need another shower,' he thought. Getting back into the shower, he quickly washed.

An hour later, Brian was dressed and headed out to his jeep to head to Carnegie Mellon College for his first class. Three more months and Brian would graduate and be able to start his career.

EIGHT-THIRTY AM--JUSTIN'S MATH CLASS

Justin walked into Algebra II and saw Daphne. Taking his usual seat beside her, he sat his backpack down on the floor beside him.

"So, what happened after you left Debbie's yesterday?" she asked.

Justin wanted so badly to tell Daphne about Brian but he had promised Brian that he wouldn't. "Brent and I broke up."

"What? Why?"

Noticing that the class was starting to fill up, he said quietly, "I'll tell you later. When we have time to talk privately."

"Okay. Are you okay, though?" she asked like any good friend would.

Nodding, he said, "Yeah. I'm fine."

Just then, Brent walked in. Justin tried not to make eye contact, but he could see that Brent wasn't too happy.

The teacher wasn't in the classroom so Brent walked to the front. Talking loudly, he said, "Did all of you know that Justin Taylor is a *fag*?"

Justin's head jerked up and he looked at Brent in disbelief. He wasn't ashamed of being gay, but he didn't want Brent announcing it at the front of the classroom.

Daphne jumped up and said, "Shut up, Brent!"

"See? He even needs little Daphne to stick up for him. He's not man enough to do it himself."

Justin stood up. He could feel himself getting angry. He always tried to avoid physical confrontation, but he didn't know if he'd be able to this time. "I can stick up for myself, Brent," he said.

Brent smirked. "Sure you can, fag."

Even though Brent and Justin had been dating, not everyone knew it because the school had a strict no tolerance policy on public displays of affection. So, Justin and Brent didn't deny anything, but they also never volunteered information.

"Have you forgotten that you were dating me until yesterday?" Justin asked wiping the smirk off of Brent's face.

Brent shrugged and said, through gritted teeth, "I was experimenting."

"I don't know. You seemed pretty sure when you tried to fuck me yesterday!"

Brent growled and charged at Justin, landing a punch to his stomach. One of Brent's friends, Hal, grabbed Justin to hold him for Brent. Daphne wasn't going to have any of that. She jumped onto Hal's back, surprising him. Hal released Justin and stumbled backwards, with Daphne still on his back.

Justin pushed Brent. Brent tripped and fell. Justin was on him in an instant. He was like a man possessed. Justin wasn't even thinking, he was just reacting. He straddled Brent's stomach as he rained punch after punch down on him.

Hal managed to dump Daphne off of his back and gave her a push. Daphne glared at him. She calmly drew her right arm back and delivered a punch to Hal's nose.

Blood started flowing and Hal's hands went to his nose. "My nose! You broke my fuckin' nose!" he yelled.

Brent was finally able to push Justin off of him and started punching him. All hell was breaking loose.

The noise level had gotten so high that other students and teachers had started arriving, including their math teacher Mr. Lewis.

Mr. Lewis and Mr. Geller, the History teacher, started making their way through the cheering students to Justin and Brent. Mrs. Lourne, the geography teacher, started making her way to Daphne and Hal.

By the time that the fights were broken up, all four students were sporting injuries. Daphne had scratches on her arms and a bruise on her cheek. Hal's nose was bleeding and crooked, clearly broken. He also had the beginning of a nasty black eye starting to form.

Brent's face was bloody. He had a split lip, both eyes were going to be black, two cuts on one cheek, and a bruise was starting to show on his other cheek. He was also having trouble standing up straight. Justin had a gash on his forehead, bruises in the shape of fingers on his throat, a black eye, and a bloody nose. He was also having difficulty standing.

LIBERTY DINER LATER THAT DAY

Molly had a hold of Justin by the right upper arm as she pulled him into the Liberty Diner. Much to Justin's horror the rest of the 'family' was there and the place was fairly crowded. He could feel his face turning red as everyone watched Molly drag him inside, as she continued to yell at him. Which she had been doing the whole way to the diner from the hospital.

"I still don't get it, Justin! What he hell were you thinking?"

Justin flinched. Even though he knew that Molly wasn't Jennifer or Craig, he was still jumpy sometimes. Especially when she got mad. Molly noticed the flinch and calmed her voice down but she was still angry.

"What happened?" asked Debbie as she rushed over to them. "Are you alright, Sunshine?" Justin knew that he looked bad. He had spent three hours at the hospital. He was tired, embarrassed and in slight pain.

"He and Daphne decided to have a WWE match with Brent and another student in the middle of the classroom. They all had to go to the hospital. Justin has bruises, which you can see, and a minor concussion. The doctor said that he'll be fine. The principal suspended all four students for two weeks.

"Since he won't be in school. he'll be working here, helping you out, Deb." Glancing at her watch, Molly said, "I have to get back to work." Leaning over, she placed a kiss on Justin's red cheek, making it redden even further. Then, she was gone.

"Well, kiddo, go to the back and grab an apron. You can bus the tables. But *the* minutes you get to feeling bad, you tell me. Ya hear?"

"Yeah, Deb." Justin walked behind the counter and through the swinging door. Once he was in the back room, he started looking for an apron. He had just found one and had finished tying it around his waist when Brian walked in.

"You okay, Sunshine?" Brian asked. Justin could see the concern in Brian's hazel eyes.

Justin nodded. "I'm fine."

"What happened?"

Justin sighed and started to quickly fill Brian in. When he got to the part about Brent telling the whole class about Justin being gay, Justin saw Brian's eyes darken in anger. "Don't worry, Brian. You should see him and Hal. Daph and I gave them better than they gave us."

Brian cracked a small smile. "I knew those self-defense lessons would pay off."

Justin had to agree. "While we were getting checked out at the hospital, all of the parents were called. Molly was worried but when she found out that I was going to be okay, she was angry. I was kind of scared."

Brian grabbed Justin in a gentle hug and said, "You know that she's not like Craig and Jennifer, right? Everybody that gets angry won't hurt you."

"I know. I just... flashed back," Justin whispered.

"I understand," said Brian. After a minute, he added, "Brent had better stay clear of me. If he doesn't..."

Justin let out a soft giggle. "My hero."

Brian leaned his head down and touched Justin's lips with his own. The gentle kiss quickly turned heated and passionate. They quickly jerked apart when they head the door start to swing open and heard Debbie's voice, "Justin!"

"Perfect timing as always!" Brian quietly grumbled causing Justin to stifle a laugh.

"You alright, Justin? You've been back here a while," Debbie said a minute later. She eyed Justin and Brian with suspicious eyes but didn't say anything. 'I wonder...,' she mused.

"I'm fine," Justin answered with a surprisingly calm voice. I was just telling Brian what all happened."

Brian looked at his watch. "I have to be getting to work." As well as going to college, Brian was also a paid intern at Vangard Advertising. He had already been promised a full-time job there once he graduated in three months.

Brian quickly gave Debbie a small kiss on her right cheek and walked to the door. With a "Later," thrown over his shoulder, Brian was gone.

"Well, if you're feeling like it, you'd better get to bussing the tables." Justin was surprised that Debbie didn't have a lecture ready to give him about fighting and getting suspended, but he was happy she didn't. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He quickly left the back room, grabbing the bussing tub on his way, ready to get to work.

A WEEK LATER

It had been a week since Justin had gotten suspended from school and had started working at the diner. He didn't think he would, but he actually enjoyed working at the diner. Some of the customers made him uncomfortable with their flirting but they were harmless.

He did make good tips. The day before he had actually made fifty dollars in tips. Debbie had congratulated him and told him that his "bubble butt" was going to make him rich. Justin had just blushed and laughed.

Justin had found out from Daphne that Brent was furious and she told him to be careful. Justin had told her he would and not to worry. What he hadn't told her was that he was out with Brian almost every night. He and Brian were still managing to keep their relationship a secret. He was so in love with Brian that he couldn't think straight and he wanted to shout it out loud for everyone to hear, but he was still respecting Brian's wishes to keep it quiet.

He finished wiping down his last table and looked at his watch. Quitting time. He waved to Kiki and hurried to the backroom. He removed his apron and hung it on a hook, then wrote his OUT time on his timecard, before walking out of the diner's back entrance.

Molly was going to be working late, so Justin and Brian had planned to meet at his and Molly's. Their place was within walking distance, so Justin knew that it wouldn't take him long to get there. He was almost there when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked across the street and saw a man holding a little boy's hand. The boy was smiling and didn't look to be more then five or six. The man reached down and lifted the boy up onto his shoulders, causing the little boy to squeal with laughter. Justin shook his head and continued his walk.

A few minutes later, Justin was at his place and saw Brian's jeep sitting parked at he curb... Brian behind the steering wheel. Justin smiled a big smile and hurried to the jeep. Going to he drivers side, he poked his head in and he and Brian greeted each other with a kiss.

When they both pulled back, Brian said, "Get in."

"I should get a shower first. I smell like the diner."

"I like how you smell, baby," Brian said. Brian had started calling Justin baby shortly after they had gotten together and it still caused a flutter in Justin's stomach.

A little while later, after picking up Chinese takeout, they arrived at a secluded spot. It was the cliff, surrounded by trees. It was where they always went to be alone. They both thought that it was beautiful and peaceful.

They ate their dinner in comfortable silence. Afterwards, Brian looked at Justin and asked, "What's going on in that pretty blond head of yours?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, Justin. What is it?"

Justin sighed and told him about seeing the man and the boy. "I just wonder what my real father's like. I always thought that Craig was my father. He wasn't a good one, but I at least had one. Was it me that caused my real father to leave Molly?"

Brian pulled Justin close to him and shook his head. "No baby, it wasn't. Molly was young when she had you. The guy could've been young, too. You need to ask Molly about it or you'll always wonder. And, I do not want you thinking that it was because of you that he's not around. You're a wonderful, caring, beautiful person."

Justin looked into Brian's eyes and smiled his 'sunshine' smile. "You are, too, Brian. I love you."

Brian's heart started beating faster as it always did when Justin professed his love for him. He didn't know why but he wasn't able to say those three little words to his Sunshine. So he replied with what he always said, "Me, too."

It was enough for Justin, he could read Brian. He knew that one day Brian would be able to say the words and until then he would wait. He moved his face closer to Brian's and they started kissing.

Within a few minutes they were involved in a heavy make-out session. Even though they had been together for a week, Brian and Justin hadn't moved beyond kissing and a couple of hand jobs. Justin knew that Brian had to be getting frustrated, even though he hadn't said anything.

Pulling back, Justin took a minute to catch his breath. "Brian, does it make you mad that we haven't had sex yet?"

"No, it doesn't. When you're ready, you'll let me know. But, if you are ready to do something more than kiss, I would love to taste you."

"Please," was all that Justin could whisper.

"Let's take this to the backseat."

After moving to the backseat, where they'd have a little more room, Brian had Justin get comfortable. Brian sat on the seat by Justin's feet. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it would do. He unsnapped and unzipped Justin's cargo pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear, until the blond's erection sprang free.

Brian had been wanting to do this and was glad that Justin was comfortable with him. He bent down and started to softly lick Justin's penis. Then, he took just the head into his mouth and started to suck. He could hear the moans that Justin was making and he smiled around the shaft. He was glad that he was making Justin feel good.

He licked the slit, tasting Justin's precum. Salty and sweet. He worked the penis into his mouth until the head touched the back of his throat. That was all she wrote as Justin forcefully shot his cum down Brian's throat.

"That... was... great!" Justin said breathlessly as he came down from his orgasm. Brian smirked and licked his lips. "Did you think it would be anything else?" He asked before he took Justin's lips with his, letting him taste himself.

"My turn," Justin said.

Brian smiled as Justin pulled his pants down and bent down to return the favor. Justin had never given a blowjob before and hoped that Brian would like and enjoy it. He took a tentative lick at Brian's slit, causing Brian to arch up. He alternated between licking and sucking until Brian came. Justin swallowed, enjoying the tangy taste of Brian.

Brian was breathing heavy. After a few minutes, Brian spoke. "Are you sure you've never done this before? That was the best head I've ever had."

Justin hated to think that Brian had been with other men, so he just shook the thought out of his head. "I couldn't take all of you like you did with me," Justin said with some disappointment.

"You will in time, baby." Brian said, punctuating the statement with a deep kiss.

THE NEXT MORNING

Justin heard his alarm clock go off and knew that it was nine in the morning. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and got out of bed. Molly had to be at work at three and he wanted to talk to her before then. And he was supposed to meet Brian at their spot later. Just thinking of Brian put a smile on his face.

As he thought about the night before, his smile only got bigger. 'I think I'm ready,' he thought. He was ready to have Brian make love to him. Decision made, he quickly took a shower and put on a pair of black cargo pants and a white t-shirt. Taking a quick look in the mirror, he walked down to the kitchen.

He saw Molly sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. When he walked in, she looked up. "Hey. Want some breakfast?"

Justin shook his head. "No. Um... I need to talk to you."

Molly laid the newspaper down and gave Justin her full attention. "Go ahead."

Justin stayed silent for a minute, trying to figure out exactly what to say. "I want to ask you about my.... real father."

Molly's eyes widened slightly and her lips formed a silent o. Pushing a lock of her hair behind her right ear, she nodded. "Okay. What would you like to know?"

"Yesterday I saw a man and a little boy laughing and having fun. It made me think about my real father. Craig was never like that with me. And... my real father left. Is there something about me---"

Molly cut him off. "Stop right there, Justin. I *never* want you to think that it's your fault that any of the things that happened....happened. It wasn't. If you have to blame someone.... blame me, blame Craig and Jennifer, blame your real father. Never blame yourself, okay?"

Justin nodded and whispered, "Okay."

"I was fifteen when I had you. I told Bradley, your biological father, that I was pregnant. He was sixteen. He seemed happy at first. But that changed when I was eight months pregnant. I don't know what happened but he just left town and I never heard from him or saw him again.

"When you were born, Justin, I loved you so much. Still do. I had all these plans for you and me. I planned to get a job and raise you. Craig and Jennifer refused to help me. Then, when you were a few months old, Craig petitioned the court for custody of you. And won. He and Jennifer took you and kicked me out. Forbid me from ever seeing you."

Molly paused and took a deep breath. "As you got older, I would drive by the house or the school and I was able to get glimpses of you. I swear to you, Justin, that I didn't know how you were being treated. Craig used to abuse me. He had always wanted a son, but instead had gotten stuck with a daughter.

"I thought he would treat you good since you were a boy. If I had known of *any* of the things happening to you in that house, I would have gotten you out. No matter what. Even if I had had to kidnap you."

Justin gave Molly a small smile and could see that she was sincere. He reached over and gave her a hug. "Thanks for telling me all of this...Mom."

They looked at each other with tears in their eyes. It was the first time that Justin had called Molly Mom... even though he'd been with her for seven years. She gave him a watery smile and hugged him tighter.

Molly pulled back and said, "Come on. There's some things I want you to see."

THE NEXT NIGHT

Justin ran to Brian's jeep and got in. Brian leaned over and gave him a kiss, seeing a shoebox in his hands. When he pulled back, he asked, "What's that?"

"I'll show you when we get to the motel," answered Justin. Brian accepted that answer, started the car, and drove to a Motel Six.

It was too cold to go to their special place and they were still keeping their relationship a secret, so going to Brian's house or staying at Justin's was out of the question. Brian had decided to rent them a motel room, as Molly thought that Justin was staying with Daphne to study for a test. Brian hated for Justin to have to lie to Molly, but he wasn't ready to tell everyone about them dating. At least Daphne had agreed to cover for Justin.

Within the hour, Brian had rented a room for overnight and they were inside, with their overnight bags. The beige carpet looked clean as did the comforter and sheets on the King size bed. There was a small closet, a dresser, a color television, a mirror on the wall over the dresser, and a bathroom. Brian smirked when he saw the shower. It was big enough for two.

"I hope this is okay. I didn't have enough money for a fancier motel," said Brian.

Justin smiled, wrapping his arms around Brian's neck, and replied, "It's perfect. What makes it perfect is just being here with you."

Brian smiled at the sentiment and gave Justin's nose a kiss. "Ready to show me what's in the box?" he asked.

Justin nodded and they sat down side by side on the bed. Holding the shoebox on his lap, Justin pulled off the lid. "I took your advice and talked to Mom yesterday about my real father." He recounted the conversation that he and Molly had had to Brian. "She took me upstairs and showed me these," he finished.

Looking down, Brian saw that the box held pictures, a plaque, and some papers. One by one Justin pulled them out of the box and showed them to Brian. There was a picture of Justin getting his first bath.

"Weren't you cute," Brian teased causing Justin to blush.

Over the next couple of hours, Brian saw several pictures from Justin's first couple of months, a plaque with his baby handprints and footprints, a sonogram and Justin's birth certificate.

"She loves you a lot if she kept these things all these years."

Justin nodded. "Yeah. I just realized how much yesterday. I was still holding resentment toward her because of what Jennifer and Craig did to me. But I finally realized that it wasn't her fault and I forgave her. I think we'll be able to actually form a mother/son bond."

Brian smiled at the happy look on his Sunshine's face. "I'm glad," he said.

Justin put the things back in the shoebox and carefully sat it on the dresser. Walking back over to Brian, he stood between his legs and looked down at him. Without saying a word, Justin leaned down and kissed Brian. The kiss instantly turned hot and passionate.

When they broke away needing to breathe, Brian could read in Justin's eyes what he wanted. "Are you sure baby?" he asked.

Justin nodded smiling at the nickname and at Brian's concern for him. Looking directly into Brian's eyes, he answered, "I'm sure. I've thought about this long and hard. I love you and I want to be with you."

Brian took a deep breath and smiled. He'd make sure that Justin's first time was so special that he'd never forget it. Brian stood up and said, "Get on the bed, Sunshine."

Justin did what Brian said and watched Brian slowly start to remove his shirt. Brian smirked seeing the evidence, in Justin's lap, of what his little show was doing to the young man.

When his shirt was completely removed, Brian unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Since he was wearing no underwear, Justin could see his dark pubic hair. Brian pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way. He knew that he was hard and he watched Justin's face as his blue eyes traveled over his body.

"Wow," Justin breathed.

"I take it you approve," Brian commented.

"Absolutely!"

Brian smiled then got onto the bed on his knees. As he removed Justin's t-shirt, he could feel the young man slightly shaking.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Justin nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I'm a little nervous but I'm also excited."

Brian removed Justin's cargo pants and underwear, smiling at Justin's beautiful body. He was just throwing Justin's pants on to the floor when a thought popped into his mind.

Leaning back he looked into Justin's smoky blue eyes. "Shit, J, I don't have any lube or condoms on me. I didn't know we'd need them."

"Isn't there anything you can use in the place of lube?" Justin didn't want to stop now.

Brian got up and hurried to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a bottle of lotion in his hand. "I can use this lotion. But what about condoms?"

"I've never had sex before, so I know I don't have anything. You?"

"I was tested a month ago and it came back negative. But I'll understand if you want to wait."

Justin shook his head. "Nope. I trust you."

Brian felt humbled at the trust and love he could see in Justin's eyes. Climbing back onto the bed, he sat the lotion off to the side and started kissing Justin. He slowly worked his way down the lean body. Finally, he reached his destination. He started lightly sucking on the head of Justin's dick.

He licked the slit with his tongue, causing Justin to buck up. A split second later, Brian buried his nose in Justin's blonde pubic hair as he deep-throated him. Justin bucked up and shot his cum down Brian's throat.

Brian licked his lips and smiled as he watched Justin come down from the orgasm. "Now that the edge is off, let's get to the main event."

"Let's," Justin agreed.

Brian coated three of his fingers with plenty of lotion. He rubbed some on Justin's hole, causing Justin to yelp at the coldness. "It'll heat up," Brian said with a tongue in cheek smirk.

He gently pushed one finger into Justin, moving it around. A few minutes later, he worked in the second finger. When he felt that Justin was ready, he worked in the third finger. A few minutes later, he felt that Justin was loose enough. He coated his erection with a lot of the lotion and lined himself up to Justin's hole.

"If this hurts too bad or you want to stop, you tell me immediately. Understood?" Justin nodded in agreement. Keeping his eyes locked with Justin's, Brian slowly pushed in stopping every few moments to give Justin time to adjust.

When he was all the way in, he could see a tear leak out of one of Justin's eyes. Gently wiping it away, he asked, "Are you alright, baby?"

Justin nodded. "Just... give me a... minute."

Brian fought to stay still. All he wanted to do was plunge in and out of Justin's welcoming warm heat. But he wanted to make this good for his partner.

After a couple of minutes, Justin could feel the pain ebbing away and pleasure taking it's place. "Move," he gasped.

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah," he breathed.

Brian did as he was told. He started off slow at first. On the second thrust, he angled himself to be able to hit Justin's prostate. When he made contact, Justin cried out in pleasure and bucked underneath Brian.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Oh yeah," Justin sighed out.

After a few minutes, Justin said, "Faster. Harder!"

Brian obeyed and started pulling all the way out and pounding back in as Justin tightened his legs around Brian's waist. Brian had known that it would've been easier for Justin's first time to do it doggy-style, but they had both wanted to see each other's faces. He was glad. He could see the pleasure on Justin's face and it was making him harder than he had ever been just knowing that he was the cause of that.

As Brian continued to move in and out of Justin, he reached his left hand between them and grabbed hold of Justin's dick. All it took was a few strokes and Justin's cum was shooting onto both of their chests. Brian came right after Justin, shooting deep into his lover. He flopped down onto his back beside Justin, breathing hard. That was the hardest that he had ever come.

Justin leaned up on his elbow, looking down into Brian's face and smiled. "That was *great*!"

"It was the best I've ever had," agreed Brian. After a pause, he added, "What made it so great is that it was with you. I love you, Justin."

"I love you too, Brian."

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