Rage Against This



 

“Okay, I’m coming!” Justin yelled as he hurried to the door. “What’d you forget?” he teased as he opened it with an incandescent smile for his lover. He was startled to see Michael on the other side. “What are you doing here?” he asked abruptly.
 

Michael took in the blonde’s disheveled appearance and slightly glassy eyes. Obviously, Ethan had just left. “Expecting someone else? Sorry to disappoint you, but we need to talk.”

Justin gripped the doorknob nervously. Had Michael seen Brian leave? “It’s 8:30 in the morning. On a Saturday, Michael. What do we need to talk about now?” he asked uneasily.

“Is it?” Michael looked confused as he glanced at his watch. “Oh. Sorry, I just couldn’t wait.”

Justin acquiesced and stood aside for Michael to enter. “So, what couldn’t wait?” the teen asked as he led the man to the kitchen and gestured for him to sit. He sat at the nook while Justin cleaned up the remnants of his breakfast from earlier. “Hungry?” he asked as he shook a box of Captain Crunch at Michael.

Michael nodded quickly and Justin laughed. Just like Pavlov’s dog, he thought.

“Remember when we were talking about the death of Captain Astro, and the lack of a gay superhero?” Michael asked.

Justin’s brow furrowed as he tried to place the conversation.

“And you called Brian ‘Superdick’?” Michael added drolly.

“Yeah, now I remember,” the teen smirked as he placed a bowl and spoon in front of Michael.

“Well, I was thinking it wasn’t such a bad idea.”

“Tell me you’re kidding!”

Michael shook his head. “No, I’ve really thought this out and I think I have a great idea. I can write the stories and you can draw them. We can make our own comic.”

“Michael--”

“It can’t hurt to try, can it? Besides, it’ll be good practice for your hand, and more exposure for your art, and hopefully, eventually more money.”

“But I don’t know anything about comics,” the teen insisted.

“I do. I’ve been reading them my whole life. And you’d have complete access to my shop for research. I know you can do it.”

Justin thought about it for a moment. It did sound kind of fun. “What does this have to do with Brian,” he finally asked.

“Actually, the idea came to me a couple of weeks ago, after that party,” Michael explained. “I know Brian can be an asshole sometimes,” Justin cocked an eyebrow and Michael amended, “okay, most of the time, but we both know that’s just his disguise. You didn’t see what he was like when he thought you were in trouble.” Michael wanted to add ‘again’, but decided to bring that up later. “He just became this ball of rage, and it’s a good thing Ted and I found him before he beat the shit out of that guy for touching you.”

Justin blushed slightly. “So?”

“So, I was thinking what would be better for a gay superhero than asshole ad exec by day, defender of queers by night. It’s the classic superhero with a secret identity, and we can play up the heart of gold beating behind the shitty exterior.”

“Have you talked to Brian about this yet?”

“No,” Michael mumbled around a mouthful of cereal. He swallowed. “I wanted to know if you’d be interested first.”

Justin nodded. “I am, so we should go talk to him and see if it’s okay.”

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Michael hedged diffidently.

Justin tilted his head in silent encouragement and waited for Michael to continue. “I have an idea for the first issue. I thought we could have our hero save someone from…being bashed.”

Justin looked at him blankly for a moment. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“Really? It’s awfully personal,” Michael said ruefully.

“The best art usually is. Besides, I want to talk about it, but no one wants to listen.”

Michael put his hand on the teen’s arm. “It’s not because we don’t care. It’s just it was so…scary. I’m sorry if we didn’t handle it right. We didn’t know what to do.”

Justin nodded. “I know. It just bothers me sometimes that everyone just wants to forget. I kind of feel like it doesn’t mean anything then. Like no one cares it happened.”

“Then use the comic to tell everyone what it means to you. Say what you want them to know, Justin.”

The teen swallowed the lump in his throat. “I need to talk to Brian about it first. He’s gonna freak.”

“Probably,” Michael agreed. “But it’s something he needs to deal with too, and I think you can make him see that.”

“Okay. So if he agrees, we do it.”

“Yes. And if not, we’ll think of something else.” Michael offered his hand. “Partners?”

Justin smiled and they shook on it.

“I have to get to the shop, but why don’t you come by later if you have time and we’ll brainstorm,” Michael suggested.

Justin agreed and walked Michael to the door. When he opened it, Ethan was about to knock.

“Back already?” Michael asked sarcastically.

Ethan looked slightly bewildered then scowled at him. Before either of them could say anything else Justin pushed Michael out with a perfunctory farewell and ushered Ethan in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Michael stood alone in the dimly lit hallway. Jesus, couldn’t they keep their hands off each other for ten minutes?

 

***
 

A few days later, Justin stopped by the loft on his way home from the diner. He rang the buzzer and waited. He was about to leave, assuming Brian was out for the night, when the older man finally answered and opened the door. The teen jogged up the stairs and saw the loft door was already cracked open. When he stepped inside Brian was waiting for him with two tricks attached to him like leeches.

Justin paused in the doorway. “You should’ve said you were busy.”

“You should’ve called first,” Brian smirked. “But since you came all the way over I didn’t want to send you away empty handed.” He punctuated his statement by cupping the brunette’s groin.

Justin rolled his eyes. “Are they coming or going?” Since Brian was only half-dressed and sporting a serious case of bed hair already Justin assumed the tricks were on their way out the door. Or he could be mistaken. They could be the reinforcements just arriving.

Brian’s unrepentant eyes danced with mirth. “Do you want to party?” he asked slyly.

The man with the black ponytail detached himself from Brian’s neck and eyed Justin. “Yes, let’s play with him,” he purred, reaching for the teen.

“No,” Justin replied firmly, stepping back and glaring at Brian.

“Then they’re going,” Brian capitulated as he unceremoniously shoved the groping men out the door.

“You really should’ve called,” he admonished again as he offered the teen a drink. “Wouldn’t want anyone to catch us together, now would we?”

Justin grimaced. He should’ve known Brian would still be pissed that he asked to keep their new status to themselves for a bit. Although Brian didn’t care what anyone thought, Justin was still trying to reconcile himself with it. He had made such huge changes in his life a few months ago, and now he was back where he started. He was happy to be with Brian, but it was still rocky terrain and he didn’t want anyone interfering until they were on solid ground again. No one would understand about their new ‘arrangement’, especially in light of Brian’s continued tricking and his relationship with Ethan.

“No,” Justin admitted, “but I want you to catch me,” he offered with a conciliatory smile.

Brian eagerly pounced on the teen but Justin pulled away, crinkling his nose at the man’s stench. “You need a shower first.”

“Excuse me?” Brian balked.

“If you want me, get rid of them,” the boy retorted.

“You used to like playing with others,” Brian sulked as he reached for the teen again.

Justin put his hand up on the man’s chest and held him off. “No, I used to tolerate it to be with you, but I don’t want to share anymore…unless I feel like it.” Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked towards the bedroom, kicking his shoes off as he went and dropping his shirt on the bed. He looked through the glass panels dividing the rooms and saw Brian hadn’t moved from the kitchen. “I’ll start the shower. Change the sheets before you come in.”

Brian watched Justin drop his pants and briefs and his cock stirred at the sight of the teen’s perfect ass as he walked into the bathroom. Brian smiled to himself as he followed Justin’s orders. Baby was becoming a bossy little bottom, but he wasn’t complaining.

He knew his initial attraction to the kid was the thrill of molding him. Brian could make Justin do anything, and the boy eagerly learned and applied it. He was a custom made sex machine, built specifically for Brian’s pleasure. But now that his little sexbot had developed a will of its own, Brian was even more enthralled. Nobody had ever fucked him like that kid.

 

***
 

Brian held the younger man in his arms as Justin drifted off. He shifted slightly and withdrew from the teen, drawing a whimper in protest. “Shh, baby, go to sleep,” Brian soothed as he discarded the condom and spooned up against the boy again. Justin burrowed deeper into his arms and purred contently, but Brian knew he was awake.

“We have to talk,” the teen yawned.

“Go to sleep,” Brian repeated.

“Please, Brian, this is important.”

“Why is it always important after midnight?” the older man grumbled. Despite his protest he let the teen go so Justin could rollover and face him. “Couldn’t you have said something sooner?”

The blonde giggled. “It’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.”

Brian couldn’t help but smile too. “If I give you something else to suck on will you be a good baby and go to sleep?”

“Later. I need your business expertise first.”

Brian arched an eyebrow. “You’re not trying to start another student alliance are you?”

Justin laughed. “No. You’re going to need more than free condoms to sell this.”

Brian smirked. “Sex will sell anything, Sunshine. What is it?”

“A comic book.”

Brian stared at him blankly.

“Michael and I want to create our own comic book, and we want you to market it.”

Brian wanted to tell him it would be a waste of time, but sensed there was something else. “So tell me about it.”

Justin took a deep breath. “We have a gay superhero, Rage, and his sidekick Zephyr. Rage is a brilliant ad exec by day, and defender of queers of by night.”

Fuck. What were they thinking? He couldn’t be their hero again. Brian knew he would fuck it up. “Justin, I’m not Superman,” he said softly.

Justin touched his cheek lightly. “No, you’re Superdick, but we didn’t think a serial fucker would be a positive role model for kids. Maybe as a villain…” He was relieved when Brian chuckled. “Brian, I admit you are the inspiration for the character, but we don’t expect you to be him. It’s just make-believe and we understand the difference. Do you?”

Brian scowled at him. “I’m not a child.”

Justin’s look replied ‘Oh, really?’

Brian glared at him. “Fine.” His countenance lightened slightly. “Actually, it sounds like a good idea,” he conceded. “Every fag in the Pitts will buy it just because the hero looks like me.”

“Asshole,” Justin snickered.

“So you two little artists get to work on the layout, let me see your beginning drafts, and I’ll start thinking about a marketing campaign.”

Justin didn’t look very excited. “There's one more thing.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “There always is with you. What?”

“It’s the first issue. We already have an idea, but we won’t do it if you don’t agree.”

“What?” Brian asked, afraid he was going to regret it.

“We want Rage to save J.T. from being bashed.”

Brian wouldn’t have been more shocked if Justin had asked him to hit him in the head again. He rolled away from the boy and grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand. His hands shook as he lit it and took a deep drag. “Why?” he whispered.

Justin moved behind him and wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist, leaning his head on the man’s shoulder. “Because it’s important.”

Brian’s brain whirled with painful memories that flooded to the surface. Why would Justin want to open that can of worms again?

“Brian,” Justin called to him. “Brian?” Justin shook him gently. “Look at me.” The teen crouched in front of him, the blue eyes searching his face frantically. When the haunted hazel orbs drifted to his face Justin locked on to them and held them steady. “Jesus, Bri, say something. You’re freaking me out.”

“Why?” Brian repeated, slowly getting angry he felt defenseless again. “Didn’t you get enough the first time around?” He jumped up and started pacing, pointing his lit cigarette at Justin between drags. “You were afraid of the fucking dark, and strangers, and being left alone. I had to drag you everywhere, afraid you would freak out until you got used to us again. Why do you want to dig it up and go through that again?”

“There’s nothing to dig up or go through,” Justin tried to reassure him.

Brian smashed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray and ran his hand through his hair. “What if…what if you remember?”

Justin took his hand and pulled him back down on the bed, straddling the older man’s lap. Brian’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. “Then I get the rest of the night back, including our dance. You seem to think it can only be bad, Brian, but doing the comic book isn’t going to dredge up old pain. I’m fine now, really. I just feel like I finally have a chance to tell everyone my version. No one would let me before. You all kept me hidden from reporters and the trial. Please let me do this now.”

Brian was still skeptical. “Your version? Is there some part of that night I don’t know about? Because last time I checked I was the only one who remembered it,” he said, sounding crueler than he intended.

“You don’t know how it makes me feel. I don’t want to be the victim anymore and I want the rest of you to stop treating me like one. Even that fuck Bedwetter had to get his two cents in about how I’ve lost my innocence.” Justin snorted angrily. “I knew exactly what I was doing when I went to prom and when I asked you to go with me. I’m the one who lived with Hobbs’ shit all year. I jerked him off in the fucking equipment room. I outed him in front of his friends at Woody’s. I’d hardly call that innocent.” The teen shook his head and smiled sadly. “Stupid, but not innocent.”

The older man reached up and brushed the blonde hair away from the teen’s forehead, reverently touching the scar there.

Justin took Brian’s hand away and kissed the palm before pressing it against his beating heart as silent affirmation of his health and well being.

Brian still didn’t like the idea, but he knew better than to try and dissuade Justin when his mind was set. It had obviously never worked in the past because he was still there. If the boy wanted his chance to tell the world to fuck off in living color, he had every right. “Alright, Sonny Boy, go to it,” he reluctantly agreed.

Justin gave a loud whoop and hugged Brian, bouncing excitedly. “Michael’s going to be so excited! He’s already started and--”

Brian held the rejuvenated teen still. “Wait a second. What about school?”

“School is my first priority,” the boy assured him, “and Michael understands.”

“How long have you two been masterminding this?” Brian asked curiously.

“A couple of days. It’s amazing. It’s like we have the same brain.”

Brian smirked. “Finally, you two have something in common besides me.”

Justin stuck out his tongue and Brian took it as an offering and sucked it into his mouth. Justin moaned and wiggled on Brian’s crotch, rubbing their cocks together.

Brian’s hand was still over Justin’s heart and he was fascinated by the feel of it thumping against him, pounding harder the more he excited the boy. It practically leapt out of the teen’s chest when Brian whispered, “I love…when you fuck me.” If it had, Brian would have caught it in his bare hands to keep it safe.