Healing the Heart

Chapter 9

Brian was driving to Lindsay's to pick up Justin when his cell phone rang. He saw it was Lindsay and took a deep breath before answering. He hated having to keep things from her.

"Hey, Linds. What's up?"

"Hey, Brian. Justin told me you were taking him out shopping for work clothes. I wanted to let you know before you got here that I told him about us." Lindsay wanted to warn him just in case Justin asked him any questions.

Brian was thrilled to hear that. He hated lying about who he was, and even though Justin knew the truth, it still made things easier to have everything out in the open. "How did he react?"

"He was fine with everything. If fact, he didn't even seem too surprised. He going to go to Ben's party with us, too. I feel so much better now that he knows. It's like a weight has been lifted off my chest," Lindsay said with a sigh.

"Good. I'm glad it all worked out, then. I'm on my way there now. Let Justin know to be ready. I'm just going to pick him up. I'll stop in and say hello when I drop him off, okay?"

"Yeah, I should be home later tonight. I'm actually going over to the school. There's a football game this afternoon, and I promised a few of my students that I would be there. Have fun today, and thanks again for all you have done for Justin. I think he's finally starting to get settled in."

"Linds, you don't have to keep thanking me. I haven't really done anything. Justin's a good kid. I actually enjoy his company," Brian assured her.

"Yeah, he's a great kid. Although we better stop calling him that. He's going to be eighteen next month," Lindsay laughed, remembering how grown up she felt when she was eighteen.

Brian made a mental note to check his file at work and see when his birthday was. He would definitely want to plan something special for it. It was bound to be a hard day for him without his parents. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll talk to you later, Linds."

"Okay, have a good day."

Brian thought back to what Lindsay had said. Obviously Justin didn't tell her about his new discovery, but Brian couldn't blame him. It was all new territory for him, and he needed to take things at his own pace. Another reason for them to keep things light for the moment.

Brian pulled up out front and saw Justin waiting for him on the front porch. He said a quick hello as Justin climbed in and buckled his seat belt. Brian took off, waiting until they were at the stop sign to lean over and give the blond a kiss. He saw the smile that spread across his face and immediately returned one of his own.

"I guess you weren't going to tell me about Lindsay, huh?" Justin asked when they started driving again.

"It wasn't my place," Brian replied seriously. "I don’t want to get in the middle of you two, which is why I didn't tell her about you, either."

"I see what you mean. Thanks," Justin said, glad that Brian didn't say anything.

They drove to the mall talking about what Justin was going to need. Ryder wanted him to work three days a week in the beginning until he saw how things went. Despite his talent, Justin was still only seventeen. Whether he had what it took to make it in the advertising field was still not known. They hit a few of the better shops and got Justin enough to get him through until he was able to use his own money. They also made a trip to the art store and bought him some more supplies. Ever since he started drawing again, he spent most of his time with his nose in his sketch book, so he constantly needed more paper and charcoal. Overall it was a good day.

"Are you hungry? We could go grab some dinner?" Brian offered, not wanting their day to end.

"Brian, you can't keep spending all your money on me. How about we go back to Lindsay's and I'll make us something to eat? I make a mean veggie stir fry?" Justin offered before adding, "and Lindsay won't be home until after six."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Brian asked with a smile.

"I promise to keep your virtue safe," Justin teased.

"It's not mine I'm worried about," Brian replied with an evil grin.

Justin blushed by Brian's comment, but laughed along with him. Once they got to the house, Justin went into the kitchen, while Brian looked through the DVD's to find something to watch. After picking out a comedy, he walked into the kitchen to find Justin chopping vegetables. He couldn't resist coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around him.

"Brian! It's not good to scare someone with a knife," Justin laughed, looking over his shoulder at Brian.

Brian took the knife out of Justin's hand and spun him around, attacking him mouth with a fire that surprised him. Using his tongue, he forced Justin's lips apart and plunged inside, relishing the taste that was becoming a favorite of his. Brian could feel the hardening in Justin's groin and knew that it matched his own. Reality came crashing down and he pulled back, putting some much needed distance between them.

"Sorry about that," Brian said, trying to control his breathing.

Justin smiled weakly. "Brian, you don't ever have to apologize for kissing me like that, but I guess you should probably go set the table and leave me to finish this."

Brian smiled at Justin's reply and at his visible bulge belying his words. He grabbed the dishes and headed into the dining room to set the table, trying to tame his own bulge. He couldn't believe the things that just kissing the kid did to him and he found himself wishing Lindsay would come home early. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a slight distance.

Forty minutes later, Justin served dinner and they sat down to eat.

"Well, what do you think?" Justin asked curiously.

"Not bad," Brian replied with a smile.

Justin smiled back at Brian, blushing slightly at the praise. They ate their dinner while sharing stories about their childhood, each of them choosing to steer clear of the painful memories. Once the dishes were washed and the kitchen cleaned up, they sat together on the couch to watch the movie Brian picked out. They held hands while each one was lost in their own thoughts. Justin was thinking about how lucky he was that despite all that had happened in the last few weeks, he was sitting on the couch with a man he was attracted to. A man who made him face his inner questions and begin to realize just exactly who he was. He had a long way to go, but suddenly his future didn't seem so bleak.

Brian's thoughts were more sexual. He couldn't help visualizing all the different things he wanted to do with Justin; to Justin. He could feel his groin tighten again and knew he needed to do something to erase his thoughts before he did something that he shouldn't.

"So are you excited about Monday?"

Justin pulled his mind out of his thoughts and tried to concentrate on what Brian was saying. "Um, yeah. I'm so excited. I can't believe all that has happened since coming here. I owe you so much, Brian. If it wasn't for you, I would still be sitting here everyday thinking that my life was empty. Still thinking that I had nothing to left," Justin whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

"Come here," Brian replied, pulling Justin into his arms. He held the younger man, trying to offer comfort. He knew that things were still hard for Justin and wanted to be there for him if he was needed. Pulling back, he looked deep into those deep blue eyes before lowering his mouth and kissing him softly.

Justin looked into Brian's eyes and sensed what was coming next. He leaned in and met Brian's lips, needing the contact more than his next breath. Taking the next step, he snaked his tongue out and used it to force Brian's lips apart, plunging his tongue inside his warm mouth. Their tongues met in a dueling passion and Justin couldn't control the moan that escaped. Just as the kiss deepened, Justin heard the sound of keys in a lock and realized that Lindsay was home. He jumped back and put some space between the two of them, trying to get his breathing under control.

It only took Brian a moment to figure out why Justin was pulling back as he sat up, placing his hands in his lap to hide his growing bulge. He looked up in time to see Lindsay walk with a smile on her face.

"Hey guys. Guess what? We won!" Lindsay exclaimed.

"That's great, Linds. I'd love to stay and hear all about it, but I better get going," Brian replied, needing to get out of there.

Justin looked over at Brian and tried to hide his disappointment. He wanted to spend a little more time with Brian, knowing that he wouldn't be seeing him again until work on Monday.

"Oh, okay Brian. I guess I'll talk to you later," Lindsay replied in confusion. She could feel something in the air and was curious as to what she walked in on, but figure that it had to have something to do with Justin and what he was going through. Brian seemed to be the only one to get him to open up about the incident.

"I'll walk you out," Justin offered, rising to follow Brian out to the jeep.

Once they were outside, Brian grabbed his hand and pulled him off to the side of the house so they wouldn't be seen and kissed him soundly before pulling away. "Are you going to call me tonight?"

"Uh...yeah...sure," Justin replied, his heart soaring over the fact that Brian wanted him to call.

"If you rather not," Brian began, noticing his hesitation.

"No! It's not that. I guess I'm just surprised that you want me to call you after spending the day with me," Justin admitted.

"Look Justin, I don't know what's going to happen with us. This is all very new to me, too. We'll just take it slow and do what feels right, okay?"

"Okay," Justin replied, reaching up and giving Brian one last kiss. "I'll talk to you in a little while."

"Later," Brian said softly as he walked away.

"Later."

Justin walked back into the house after the jeep disappeared and went in search of Lindsay. He found her in the kitchen making herself something to eat.

"So your team won?"

"Yes they did. I was so proud of them. I never realized how passionate they were when it came to their sports. It's interesting to see how teens react to their peers," she said before adding, "Justin, if you want to invite some of your friends to come for a visit, they are more than welcome to stay here. I'm sure we can make room for them," While she was watching her students celebrate their victory, she realized that Justin not only lost his parents, but he also lost all his childhood friends, too. She wanted him to be able to keep in touch with them.

"Thanks Lindsay. Actually, I was going to ask you if Daphne come in a few weeks, after I get settled at Ryder," Justin explained.

"Oh...sure. That would be great. I remember her from when I used to visit you. She was your best friend for so long. You do know that she will have to sleep upstairs in the spare room, right? You're still only seventeen and I think you're too young to have girls spending the night in your bedroom." Lindsay wasn't sure if there was anything going on between the two of them but she didn't want to take a chance. She didn't know a thing about being a parent, but she was pretty sure that Jennifer wouldn't approve of them sharing a room.

"That's fine, Lindsay, although there's nothing going on between us. We are just friends, like you and Brian," Justin replied without thinking.

"Well, that's not exactly the same thing Justin. Brian and I are gay. There's no way we would ever be more than friends. You and Daphne are straight. Things tend to happen between guys and girls in close quarters. It would just make me feel better," Lindsay explained.

"No problem. Whatever you say. I'm just glad you're okay with her coming," Justin said with a smile.

"Justin, this is your home, too. I want you to feel comfortable here, and free to have friends over whenever you want, okay?"

"Thank you, Lindsay. I don't know what I'd do without you," Justin admitted, hugging Lindsay tight.

"I'm glad I could be here for you Justin. I love you," Lindsay said as she hugged him back.

"I love you, too."

Justin and Lindsay went to the living room to watch TV and chat about the upcoming week. They had already decided that Lindsay was going to drop Justin off at work on her way into school each morning, but he was going to take the bus home since he would be working until 5:00 and she got done at 3:00. He was only working three days a week for now, so he didn't mind having to rely on the bus at the end of the day. Justin noticed it was getting late and wanted to call Brian before he went to bed so he didn't wake him up.

"Well, I'm beat. I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay Sweetie, sleep well," Lindsay replied, watching Justin walk away. She was so happy to see him getting past the horror he lived through, and once again cursed Craig Taylor for what he did.

Justin took a quick shower and climbed into bed before dialing Brian's number.

"Hey," Brian mumbled.

"Hey, did I wake you?" Justin asked, glancing at the clock.

"It's okay. I guess I was more tired than I thought," Brian replied, pulling himself up in bed.

"I'm sorry, Brian. I'll let you go back to sleep."

"You don't have to apologize, I told you to call. I got an unexpected phone call earlier and just laid down to think and must have fallen asleep," Brian explained.

"An unexpected phone call? Is everything alright?" Justin asked with concern. He suddenly realized that Brian sounded more upset than tired.

"I'm not really sure. My old man called and wants to see me. I haven't talked to him in almost a year and I'm not sure I that I want to start now," Brian admitted

"Brian, you have to go talk to him. You need to know what he wants. Maybe he wants to try to make things right between you?" Justin suggested.

"Fuck that! Too little, too late!" Brian exclaimed, hating the way his voice rose in anger.

"But Brian..."

"Look Justin. I'm not going to go over there so he can tell me what a horrible son I am. I've heard it all of my life. I don't need to relive it again."

Justin could hear the hidden pain in Brian's voice and wanted to help him. "What if I went with you?"

"You?"

"Yeah. I would wait in the jeep, of course, but this way you wouldn't have to do it alone. If everything goes well, then I'll just hang out and sketch until you are done, but if it doesn't go well I could...well, try to make it better," Justin offered, feeling a little foolish at his suggestion. He didn't know what he could do to make it better, but he wanted to try.

Brian thought about Justin's offer. He really didn't want to go, but he knew his curiosity would get the better of him. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Just tell me when to be ready."

"About noon?"

"I'll be waiting," Justin assured him.

"Thanks, Justin," Brian replied softly.

"No problem. Now why do you try to go back to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow," Justin said, suddenly looking forward to the next day.

"Good night, Justin. See you tomorrow," Brian said, before hanging up the phone. He rolled over and smiled to himself, happy to have Justin's support for his meeting with Jack. He somehow doubted that it was going to be a friendly social call. Pushing thoughts of Jack from his mind, he drifted off to sleep, thinking of the blond across town.

As Justin hung up the phone and got comfortable, he couldn't help but wonder if he did the right thing encouraging Brian to go see his father. All he knew about his childhood was what Brian had shared with him, which wasn't much. He just hoped that if things didn't go well, he would be able to offer the comfort Brian would need.

The next day, Justin was waiting outside when Brian pulled up.

"Hey," Justin said as he climbed in the jeep.

"Hey," Brian replied quietly. He was too lost in thought to hold a conversation at the moment and drove to his father's house in silence.

Justin picked up on the tension in Brian's body and kept quiet, placing a hand on his thigh in silent support. When they pulled up outside a modest home, Justin turned to Brian and spoke softly.

"I'll be right here if you need me."

"Thanks," Brian replied before leaning in and giving Justin a quick kiss. "This shouldn't take too long."

"Take all the time you need," Justin assured him with a smile.

Brian climbed out of the jeep and made his way to the door. He refused to let his mind drift back to the screwed up childhood he had lived through as he knocked on the door. Jack answered moments later.

"Hey Sonny Boy! Come on in."

"What did you want, Pop? I can't stay long," Brian replied without emotion.

"What's the matter? Is it too much to ask for you to come and see your old man?" Jack growled.

"Look, I haven't heard from you in almost a year. Don't tell me you all of the sudden wanted to have a social visit. You want something. Now tell me what it is so I can get out of here." Brian barked back, trying to hold his temper.

A look of anger crossed Jack's face, but he pulled back his emotions, knowing that a fight with Brian would not get him what he needed. "Listen, Sonny Boy, things got a little tight here. You know what I mean? I'm kind of short on cash. I thought that with your fancy job and all, you might be able to help me out. I would pay you back, of course."

"Of course. And do you want to tell me what makes you think I would be willing to give you money?" Brian asked dryly.

"Now don't be like that, Brian. It's just a loan," Jack replied before adding, "besides, wasn't I always there for you when you were growing up?"

Brian stared at Jack as if he had two heads. "You've got to be kidding me, right? You call beating the shit out of me every other day being there for me? If so, I would have rather you weren't there!"

"Come on, Brian, it wasn't like that. You were such a trouble maker. I had to teach you a few lessons, that's all," Jack explained.

Brian could feel himself ready to explode and advanced towards Jack before remembering Justin out in the car. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and took out the cash he had set aside for the new Armani suit that he was planning on buying.

"Here. This is a one time deal. Don't call me again." Brian demanded as he tossed the cash on the table and walked out. He could hear his father calling his name but he ignored it and walked out to the jeep.

"How'd it go?" Justin asked, sensing the tension in the man's body.

"Wanna take a ride?" Brian asked, ignoring Justin's question.

"Yeah, sure," Justin replied. He was curious about what happened between Brian and his father, but he knew that Brian was a private person and would talk about it only if he wanted to so he had to be patient.

Brian drove in silence, trying to gather his thoughts. He wanted to talk to Justin about what happened, but didn't know if he could. He never really talked much about his feelings. Jack had taught him that discussing his feelings was for sissy's so he got used to keeping things to himself. Just one more thing that was changing due to Justin's arrival in his life. He took the turn off the main highway and headed for the lake. It had been years since he had been there, but it was the one place he used to go when he first started driving that would make him feel better. He didn't have very many memories of his mother anymore, but the one that never went away was of the day she brought him to the lake and taught him to swim. Being there always made him feel closer to her.

Justin noticed that they were following signs to the lake, but didn't ask where they were going. He just sat there waiting patiently until they pulled into the parking lot. Following Brian's lead, he got out of the jeep and headed towards the picnic area, taking a seat on top of one of the tables. He waited a few minutes before speaking.

"Brian, you don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to, but I'm here if you need me."

"He wanted money," Brian stated quietly.

"What?"

"He wanted money. The bastard needed money and figured that since I have a "fancy job" as he called it, the least I could do was give him some. After all, he was always there for me while I was growing up," Brian replied sarcastically.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope. He said he was teaching me a lesson all those times he kicked the shit out of me. Fucking bastard!" Brian exclaimed with anger.

"Brian," Justin whispered.

"Forget it. I don't want to talk about him. He got what he wanted and now he'll leave me alone."

"You gave him the money?" Justin exclaimed.

"I said I didn't want to talk about him," Brian snapped.

Justin got up and walked over to Brian, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"What was that for?" Brian asked in confusion.

"Because you're a good son," Justin replied with a smile.

"Well in that case, don't you think I deserve a little bit more than a kiss on the cheek?" Brian drawled, before pulling Justin in for a deep kiss. It only lasted for a few minutes, but it was enough to once again bring his cock at attention. He pulled back and put some distance between the two of them.

Justin looked at Brian and could see that some of the tension had disappeared from his face. "Feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, thanks. I guess we should probably get out of here," Brian replied, knowing he needed to drop Justin back off at Lindsay's before all his good intentions flew out the window and he took him right there at the lake.

"You're probably right," Justin said, trying to hide his disappointment. He knew Brian was just trying to give him some time to adjust before they took the next step, but the more time they spent together, the more he wanted to take that next step.

"Hey, it will happen when the time is right, okay?" Brian could tell what Justin was thinking and wanted him to know that it had nothing to do with him. He was just trying to do the right thing for once in his life.

"Okay," Justin replied, unable to stop the smile that broke out on his face. Just the thought of them being together sent a powerful heat through his body and he couldn't wait until the time was right and he was finally able to be with Brian completely.

They walked back to the jeep hand in hand, despite the looks they got from the people around them. The drive back was spent in a comfortable silence. When Brian pulled up outside Lindsay's house, he turned to Justin and was once again amazed by his attraction to the kid. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"I'll be there," Justin said with excitement. He still couldn't believe that he had a job. It made him want to believe that everything was going to be okay. That his life was only going to get better.

Brian caressed Justin's cheek lightly with his hand. "Later," he whispered.

"Later," Justin replied as he climbed out of the jeep. He headed inside trying to hide the silly grin he knew was on his face.

Justin spent the rest of the day mentally preparing himself for his new job. His excitement kept building until he thought he would go crazy. By the time he climbed into bed he didn't think he would every fall asleep and was surprised to feel himself drifting off a short time later.

Justin reached out a hand and slowly turned the door knob. He knew what was on the other side. He wanted to run. He didn't want to see what awaited him, but he was unable to stop himself. As he walked into the room, his mother's lifeless body was there, just as he knew it would be. He tried to look away, but his was drawn to her as if he had no control over his body. He knelt down beside her and checked for the pulse that he knew he wouldn't find. "No Mommy, please don't go. Please don't leave me alone. I need you, Mommy," he sobbed, as the tears poured down his face, mixing with the blood that was all around her. "God no!"

He bolted upright in bed, momentarily confused by his surroundings. His breathing was labored and he was shaking as the tears rolled down his face. "It was just a dream," he said quietly to the empty room, but was it? His mother was gone and he was alone. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was the middle of the night. He wanted to call Brian. He knew that talking to the man would calm him, but he refused to wake him up. He hugged his knees to his chest and tried to stop the emotions that overtook him. He stayed like that, lost in his own private nightmare until the alarm went off signaling the start of his day.

Brian had been in his office trying to concentrate of his latest project. He had been looking at the same layout for the last hour without really seeing what was in front of him. He knew his distraction had to do with a certain blond that started in the art department that morning. He gave up trying to work, deciding to check in and see how Justin was doing instead. As he entered the room, he immediately noticed the dark circles under Justin's eyes and knew that something was wrong. He wanted to go to him and find out what happened, but they had agreed not to let on that they were friends.

"Brian. I was just going to come up and see you. I've finished the corrections on the Robbins account and wanted to see if they were what you were looking for," Josh said, handing the board to Brian.

Brian shook off his thoughts of Justin for a moment and looked at the board in front of him. "Perfect Josh. Now if you only could have done this the first time around, you would have saved yourself a lot of trouble."

"I know, Brian. I'm sorry about that. I guess I just thought..."

"You're not paid to think. You're paid to do what we tell you to do." Brian knew he as being harsh, but his concern for Justin was causing him to snap.

"I won't do it again," Josh replied, knowing Brian was right. He had thought that the changes he made to the layout would stand out more, but he should have just done his job instead of trying to earn points by going off and doing something on his own. It ended up backfiring on him. Wanting to change the subject and take the spotlight off his mistakes he introduced Brian to their new intern. "Brian, have you met Justin? He's the new intern."

"We've met briefly. Hello Justin. How's your first day going?" Brian asked, looking deep into Justin's eyes.

"It's going great so far, Mr. Kinney," Justin replied with a small smile.

Brian could tell that something was really wrong. Justin's smile was forced and he could see clouds in his eyes. "Why don't you show me what you're working on?"

As Justin was showing Brian the project he was given, he was all too aware of the man standing next to him. He wanted to jump into the man's arms and take the comfort he knew he would find there.

"Meet me in the bathroom down the hall in ten minutes," Brian whispered as soon as they were far enough away from everyone else.

Justin nodded slightly then showed Brian the project he was given earlier. Brian gave him a few suggestions and told him to keep up the good work and headed out. Josh appeared at his side as soon as Brian left the room.

"Don't mind him. He can be a little rough sometimes, but he's the top executive in the agency and he's always fair. I've learned a lot from him and admire his talent. He really is a good guy."

"I'm sure he is," Justin replied, deep down inside knowing just how good of a guy Brian was. Ten minutes later, Justin told Josh he was going to the restroom and headed down the hall. He walked inside to find Brian waiting for him.

Brian approached Justin the minute the door as closed and cupped his face in his hands. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Justin asked, even though he already knew the answer. It wasn't hard to see the dark circles that he as carrying under his eyes.

"Come on, Justin. What is it? You know you can talk to me."

"It's nothing. I just had another dream last night. It's no big deal," Justin replied casually.

"What time? How long have you been up?" Brian asked, knowing that Justin didn't usually fall back to sleep after one of his nightmares.

"Around one," Justin replied quietly.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so. I guess I was just hoping that they were gone now. That since things seem to be moving along the nightmares would go away. I should have known better."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Brian, it was the middle of the night. I wasn't going to wake you up just because I couldn't sleep," Justin explained, touched by Brian's concern.

"You can call me anytime you need me. We could have had some really hot phone sex," Brian teased.

Justin smiled at the thought. "Really? I never had phone sex before. I'll have to remember that."

"You do that," Brian smiled before turning serious again. "Really, Justin. I want you to call me the next time, okay? You can't keep walking around with those bags under your eyes. It's not an attractive look for you."

"Are you saying I'm not attractive?" Justin joked.

"You're the hottest kid I know," Brian replied, knowing how much Justin hated being thought of s a kid.

"I am not a kid!" Justin exclaimed.

"Technically you are, but don't worry. One of these day's I'm going to make a man out of you," Brian teased.

"Promises, promises," Justin sighed.

"Trust me, that's a promise I intend on keeping," Brian assured him, leaning in and kissing him deeply.

"I better get back before Josh thinks I fell in," Justin said once the kiss ended.

"Yeah, I have a shit load of work to do. Call me tonight, okay? I'll help you clear your head and give you something to dream about."

"Sounds good to me," Justin replied before walking out of the bathroom. He couldn't help the smile that was on his face. Brian always had a way of making the darkest of days bright. He said a silent thank you for having the man in his life.

The rest of Justin's day went by quickly. At quitting time, he walked to the corner and caught the bus, making it home just as Lindsay as finishing up making dinner. They sat at the table and ate while Justin told her all about his day. He felt like he learned so much after just eight hours and wished he didn't have the next day off. After dinner, they watched a movie before Lindsay went to bed, leaving Justin all alone. He thought about Brian and how much he longed for the man's touch. At first he was thankful that he was willing to wait until Justin was ready, but now all he could think about was being in his arms; in his bed. He headed to the shower, anxious to make the call he had been waiting for all day.

"Hey Justin," Brian answered on the second ring.

"Hey. How was your day?"

"Pretty good. I managed to get some work done once I was able to push the image of phone sex out of my mind," Brian chuckled.

"At least you were able to push it out of your mind. I spent the day hiding behind my desk," Justin admitted with a laugh.

"Really? Is it still on your mind?" Brian asked seriously.

"Yeah," came Justin's whispered reply.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Uh...I..." Justin could feel his face flush with embarrassment.

"Justin, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Take off you clothes and just lay back and relax. Listen to the sound of my voice and do what I tell you to, okay?"

"Okay," Justin replied softly as he pulled off his t-shirt and sweats. He lay in bed with the covers thrown back and waited for what came next.

"Take your hand and begin rubbing your cock. Imagine it's my hand. I'm touching you gently, stroking you slowly. Are you hard?" Brian began rubbing his own cock, just as he instructed Justin to do.

"Yes," Justin replied shyly.

"Good. Me too, just by imagining you touching yourself. Now grab your cock in a firm but gentle grip, and begin stroking yourself in a slow rhythm." Brian instructed, bringing them both closer to the edge.

"Oh, Brian..."

"Does that feel good? I wish I was there with you. I wish it was my mouth wrapped around you, tasting you. I would kiss every inch of you, teasing you until you screamed my name. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, ah...Brian," Justin moaned in pleasure.

"Can you feel me? Can you feel my warm mouth on your leaking cock?" Brian asked breathlessly. He was getting closer and closer to orgasm and needed to make sure Justin was close, too.

"Brian, oh God...I can feel....ahhh...."

"That's it, Justin. I want to hear you come. I want you to call out my name when you explode. I want you to imagine me there, swallowing every drop you release,"

"Brian, I'm going to...ahhhhh," Justin called out as he came with such force, something he never felt before, not even when he was a preteen exploring alone in his room.

Brian heard Justin come, the sound sending him over the edge as well. It had been a long time since he had to resort to masturbating alone, but this was different. Knowing Justin was across town, touching himself was hotter then some of his latest tricks. After a few moments his breathing began to return to normal, but Justin was still silent on the other end of the phone.

"Justin?"

"I...I'm here," Justin replied weakly.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely alright," he assured Brian, a smile breaking out on his face. If phone sex was that good with Brian, he could only imagine how good it would be when they were together.

"Do you think you will have any problem sleeping tonight?" Brian teased.

"No, I think I'm good for tonight," Justin answered sleepily. He reached over and grabbed a towel off the floor, cleaning himself up before curling up and getting comfortable.

"Okay, then, my work here is done. I guess I'll talk to you later," Brian said, smiling to himself.

"Later," Justin replied.

"Oh, and Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"Sweet dreams," Brian said softly.

"They will be, thanks to you," Justin replied before hanging up the phone. He rolled over and fell asleep, all thoughts on the man across town.

End of part 9
2/29/04

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