Partners In Crime

Part 1
 

After Brian left Michael, he sat in the jeep and lit a cigarette. Where to? He blew a thick cloud of smoke out the window as he weighed his options. It was too early for Babylon… if he went to Woody’s, Michael or Ted might show up…he wasn’t hungry, so he didn’t need to stop somewhere for dinner…the Baths. Yes, that would be an appropriate way to celebrate. He headed to the loft to shower and change, and relax for the evening with a little something from his stash to get the party started, and then he would head out for the festivities. Maybe he would bring the party back to the loft later. What the hell, he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow.
The man was operating on auto-pilot now. He was in predator mode and closed himself off from any thought other than the plan at hand. Any previous plan, the disappointment that threatened to choke him, was quickly pushed aside and ignored. As he pulled into his parking place his cell phone rang. Without giving it a second thought, Brian turned it off and headed inside.

Brian slid the loft door open, and froze. The room was illuminated with dozens of votive candles lining the window frames of the bedroom. Several more were placed on the stairs to the bedroom, as if they lit a path to his destination. Brian slowly walked forward, noticing an ice bucket with champagne and two glasses on the nightstand. When he was at the bottom of the stairs Justin appeared at the top.

“Welcome home, partner,” the teen drawled seductively. He was naked, his skin still pink and damp from his recent shower.

Brian didn’t react. The man stood motionless, still holding his overnight bag.

Justin’s smile wavered. “Brian? You left the door open.”

The teen gnawed nervously on his lower lip as the older man’s eyes traveled over his body from head to toe, his face unreadable. Suddenly the man dropped his overnight bag on the bench. He turned on his heel, strode to the door, and slammed it shut. Then he was back in front of the boy, still expressionless.

This wasn’t the reaction Justin envisioned. He shifted nervously, wondering when Brian would explode. It was too romantic and he should’ve known better. The teen blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. He wasn’t trying to push, he just wanted to do something special, but Brian wouldn’t care. Fearing Brian’s imminent tirade, Justin took a step back and searched frantically for his robe. “Please don’t be mad. I just wanted to surprise you.”

Brian cleared the stairs and grabbed his wrist. “I’m not mad.” When Justin’s defensive posture relaxed, Brian loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. “This is what you were doing today?” he asked, sounding slightly awed.

Justin’s brows knitted together. “What do you mean?”

“I went to the shop to get you, but Michael said you cancelled on him.”

“Yeah, I had to go to the store and get ready,” Justin replied. He smiled slightly, trying to keep his sudden euphoria in check. “You went to get me? Why didn’t you call?”

Brian lowered his forehead to Justin’s. “Because it was a surprise.” Justin’s smile brightened and his arms snaked around the man’s waist. He was practically giddy with relief.

Brian buried his face in the damp hair under his chin and inhaled the clean scent. It took all of his will power not to crush the teen against him, but that would be actually admitting he listened to Michael’s shit and he hadn’t. He wasn’t worried. He didn’t care…Brian closed his eyes and let one hand trail along the teen’s spine. The boy shivered, pressing himself closer in response and Brian smiled against his hair. “How did you know? And how did you get in?”

“I took the spare key out of your desk before I left yesterday, just in case I might need it.” Brian reluctantly let go as the teen began to undress him. “I already put it back,” the boy quickly added. Justin dropped Brian’s jacket on the bed. Next he removed the man’s tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. “When I didn’t hear from you, I called Cynthia. She told me you got the deal and had a meeting with Vance when you got back. Then she called me when you left the office so I’d know when to expect you.” He slipped the shirt off.

Brian kicked off his shoes as Justin unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. The older man sat on the bed as the teen finished undressing him. “Remind me to discuss the element of surprise with her later…enforced by a demonstration.”

Justin looked up at him with a disapproving glare. “Don’t be mad at her because we wrecked your surprise. How was she supposed to know if you didn’t tell her? And if you say it’s none of her business then you got exactly what you deserved.”

Brian rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Little shit.

Justin collected the suit and walked to the closet. “Why don’t you open the champagne?” the teen suggested as he hung up the clothes.

To his surprise, Brian did exactly that. Justin let out a small sigh of relief. He couldn’t believe he was actually having a romantic evening at home with Brian. Just the two of them. It was a huge accomplishment considering the Brian Kinney of two years ago would’ve been celebrating with a group fuck.

Justin eagerly scrambled across the bed and met Brian in the middle. The teen piled the pillows up so Brian could lean back, and then he straddled the older man’s lap. Brian handed him a glass and Justin smiled. “Here’s to the newest partner of the VanGuard Agency. I’m very proud of you, Brian.” He tapped his glass against Brian’s and they each took a sip.

Brian reached up and pulled the teen’s head down. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

Justin’s stomach flipped when he saw the love mirrored back at him through hazel eyes before Brian’s lips touched his. It was a slow gentle kiss, their tongues rubbing together softly as they exchanged the sweet flavor of the champagne back and forth. Justin pulled away first, and took another sip from his glass. “It’s almost better than ice cream,” he laughed softly before kissing Brian again.

They slowly emptied both glasses, the contents sipped and shared between kisses. Nothing was wasted as they carefully licked up the last drops from each other’s lips. Brian set the empty glasses on the nightstand and flipped Justin onto his back. He straddled the teen and grabbed the champagne bottle with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

The giggling teen closed his eyes and waited for the first cold splash on his skin. He hoped it would alleviate the burning need that threatened to engulf him. Brian’s hands never touched him the entire time they kissed, but his whole body was on fire nonetheless.

Brian looked down on his young lover and felt the heat of desire scorch his belly. The boy was fucking beautiful. His pale skin glowed in the flickering candlelight, accenting the light sheen of perspiration spreading over his body from the heat they generated. Baby definitely needed to cool down a bit.

Brian poised the bottle to pour it over the teen and cursed loudly when he was interrupted by the telephone. Justin’s eyes opened cautiously as he waited for Brian to react. He couldn’t stop the frown that appeared when Brian reached over to answer it.

Brian didn’t even bother to look at the caller id before he turned the ringer off. His irritation at being interrupted was evident as he slammed the bottle down. “Don’t move,” he ordered gruffly as he got up.

Justin couldn’t believe the man was shutting out the world for him. For them. He grabbed Brian’s arm. “Don’t forget to set the alarm,” he smirked. Better yet, weld it shut, he thought to himself.

Brian scowled but playfully swatted the teen’s exposed ass cheek. Justin squealed and retaliated with a pillow to the older man’s midsection. Brian yanked the pillow away and pushed the teen back down on the bed. “Stay,” he barked. Justin stuck his tongue out but obeyed. His lover looked tempted by the enticing action but was reminded of the task at hand by the answering machine. Brian hurried to the desk to turn it off, but didn’t get there in time to prevent who ever was calling from shattering their peaceful solitude.

“Brian,” Michael’s nasal whine filled the loft, “Where are you? Ted and I are waiting for you at Woody’s. I know you’re upset but if you come celebrate with us, you’ll forget all about it. Don’t let J--” Brian lunged at the machine and punched it off. He turned off that ringer as well and set the alarm on the door. He paused a moment, wondering if there was some way to barricade it in case anyone, namely Michael, came looking for him. Maybe it was time to change the locks.

When he got back to the bedroom, Justin hadn’t moved, but his smile was gone. Brian cringed inwardly. Oh, no, Michael was not derailing his plans again.

The teen looked up and tried to smile. “I understand if you already made plans with Michael. You should go and--”

Brian lay back down and pulled the boy into his arms. “This is exactly what I had planned.”

The smile returned and Justin relaxed into the embrace. “Really?” Jesus, he’d had more ups and downs in the last hour than on his last roller coaster ride.

Brian looked into the hopeful blue eyes and his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah.” He kissed the teen’s temple. “I wasn’t going to stop at the Lesbian Candle Shop,” he teased, “and I planned to extend the celebration through the weekend, but otherwise it was the same idea.”

Justin bounced in his arms excitedly. “You aren’t going to work tomorrow? What are we going to do?”

“I thought we could go to the gallery and see your exhibit, and then we’ll do anything you want to celebrate. Tomorrow is your day.”

“Really?” the teen gushed again.

“Really,” Brian echoed as he rolled the teen onto his back and nuzzled his neck.

Justin pushed him away so he could look at him again. “What did Michael mean when he said you were upset?”

“Nothing. He just pissed me off.”

“About?”

“Not now, baby. Tell me about yesterday instead. What did I miss?”

Justin followed Brian’s lead and decided to tell him about Ethan later. “Nothing we have to talk about now. Tonight is your party.” Justin pulled Brian back down and wrapped himself around the older man. “I love you.”

“I know,” came the muffled reply against his skin. Then, “Me too, baby,” was whispered softly in his ear before Brian went back to nibbling his neck.

Justin barely heard it, but he could feel the words emblazoned on his skin where Brian’s lips had touched. He really felt it, and that feeling shot through him like a heat-seeking missile with one target in mind. “Brian…” he gasped.

“Hmm?”

“I want you.”

Brian lifted his head and saw the glazed orbs shining at him. “What do you want?” he teased.

“You,” Justin pleaded.

“To do what?”

Justin clung more tightly to him. “Fuck me.”

Brian chuckled. “Patience, baby, we got all night.” His head dipped again.

Justin pulled his hair, yanking his head back up. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”

Brian’s eyes darkened. Justin hadn’t hurt him, but the implied force got his attention. “What do you need?” Brian replied huskily. There was no more teasing.

“You,” the teen pleaded more desperately.

“To do what?” ‘Say it,’ his mind screamed.

“I need you inside me.”

Yes! Brian felt the familiar jolt in his groin that only this kid could spark. “Roll over,” he ordered brusquely.

 

***
 

“Ooh…yes…” Justin thrust back on the slick fingers. Another finger entered, stretching him wider. “Oh, god…” They rotated and teased him. “Please…I need…ahh…”

Despite Justin’s inability to communicate at the moment, Brian knew exactly what he needed. He withdrew his fingers and knelt behind the boy. His cock head rubbed against the puckered opening and the teen whimpered. Brian leaned over and held Justin tight against him. “I’m gonna fuck you…”

“Please…”

“…all night…”

“Yes…” Justin let out a deep shuddering breath as he was filled. “Oh, god…Brian…”

Brian keened as the heat enveloped him. His lips brushed the teen’s flushed cheek. “Baby…”

“Hmm,” Justin sighed.

“My baby,” Brian growled low, pushing deeper.

Justin felt the vibration penetrate to his core. “Yes.”

“Touch me,” Brian panted. He loved being petted and his baby knew just what he wanted. Justin reached underneath and rolled Brian’s balls in his palm. The older man bit the teen’s shoulder to stifle his moan as he slowly fucked his boy with long smooth strokes.

Justin continued to stroke and squeeze Brian’s sac until he was too overcome by the feeling of that hard shaft plowing his ass to care anymore. He braced himself on his elbows and started bucking back to meet each thrust.

As much as he wanted it to last, Brian couldn’t hold back either and began moving faster. “Come for me,” he urged as his hips twisted and jerked until he hit the right spot.

“There…oh god…right there…fuck yes…” Justin fell onto his shoulder and fisted his cock, pumping furiously as Brian continued to slam into him harder and harder.

Brian felt the tunnel become impossibly tighter as the boy came. He plunged as deep as he could and held on as Justin’s convulsions milked his cock. “Fuck, baby…oh, fuck…” Brian roared as his own orgasm followed.

 

***
 

The panting men collapsed in a sweaty pile on the damp sheets. Brian rolled onto his back and slid over to the dry, cool side of the bed. He discarded the condom before grabbing the champagne bottle and taking a long drink. He handed the bottle to Justin who did the same. Brian returned the bottle to the ice bucket and pulled Justin to him. The teen happily snuggled against his side and was soon asleep.

Brian held him for a short while, unable to sleep himself but somehow managing to keep any other thoughts away for the time being. He carefully slipped away and extinguished the candles before checking the refrigerator for any snacks. Neither of them had eaten and knowing Justin… of course. There was a platter of fresh fruit and whipped cream on the top shelf. Brian pulled it out and carried it back to the bedroom. The fruit definitely needed to warm up a little for what he had in mind, but until then he could still give his sticky boy a bath.

Justin’s eyes slowly fluttered open when he felt Brian’s mouth blazing a trail down his torso. “Mmm…hey,” he whispered dryly.

Brian looked up at him and grinned. “You’re awake. Just in time for your tongue bath.”

Justin stretched and settled back into the pillows. “Lucky me,” he purred as his eyes drifted closed again.

Brian waited until the teen was comfortably settled before pouring the champagne over his cock and balls.

Justin shrieked in surprise and probably would’ve flipped off the bed if Brian hadn’t held him down, but he only struggled until he felt Brian’s warm tongue lapping up the cool liquid. By the time Brian took the entire length of the teen’s shaft in his mouth, the boy was howling Brian’s name over and over. If anyone in the neighborhood didn’t know Justin was his by now, they certainly would by morning.

Several hours later, as the sun slowly spread over the horizon, Brian finally collapsed into a deep sleep with Justin’s last screams still ringing in his ears.