Anything Goes - Part 2:
The Next Move
Satisfied with having licked and sucked every inch of Justin’s chest, Brian moved down to the teen’s stomach. He couldn’t get enough of the pale body sprawled underneath him. In fact, all week long they just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Making up for lost time” as Justin called it. And they did plenty of that, spending all their free time fucking like rabbits.
The second Justin walked through the door, Brian immediately began his assault on the artist, shedding both of their clothing in record time and managing to get to the bed without stumbling on furniture or tumbling down to the floor. As soon as their bodies came in contact with the bed, he began exploring his lover’s body, his tongue serving as a willing guide.
Suddenly, there was another sound mixing in with the panting and moaning: Justin’s cell phone playing its signature tune, the sound muffled by the clothes thrown over it.
“They’ll call back,” Brian murmured, returning his attention to Justin’s belly button.
But the phone kept on ringing, trying Brian’s patience and putting itself in serious jeopardy of being thrown against the wall.
Pushing Brian away, despite the horny man’s objections, Justin rummaged through a pile of clothes next to the bed, looking for the offensive object. Finally, he pulled it out from underneath Brian’s underwear and answered it.
“Oh, hi, Linds,” Justin said, trying not sound like he had the hottest man on earth nibbling on his earlobe. “Uh-huh….yeah….hmmmm….that’s fine…” Justin let out a screech when Brian, who got tired of waiting, reached from behind him and grabbed his cock. “Oh…uhm…no…I’m fine. Just stubbed my toe,” Justin said, trying to wiggle out of Brian’s hold. When he felt Brian laughing behind him, he swore to himself that the ad exec would pay for this. “Yeah, two o’clock is fine. Ok. Bye.”
“It’s about fucking time,” Brian exclaimed when Justin put the phone on the nightstand, only to find himself thrown on his back and his hands pinned to the bed by the blonde fury on top of him.
“In case you’re interested, that was Lindsay calling to discuss babysitting arrangements for YOUR son. It’s kinda hard to do that with your hand on my dick, you know.”
With one swift motion, Brian pushed the teen on his back, straddling Justin’s legs.
“So, why didn’t you just tell her?”
“That your hand was on my dick?”
“Or that you were in the middle of incredible, mind-blowing, astounding, indescribable sex and you’d call her back later,” Brian offered.
“I couldn’t,” Justin said, his expression becoming somber, as he pushed Brian off of him once again and sat up.
Brian sighed, leaning against the wall. He quickly realized which direction the conversation was going and it wasn’t in the direction of incredible, mind-blowing, astounding, or indescribable sex. In fact, it was nowhere close to that and any wrong thing coming out of his mouth in the next thirty seconds would ensure it would never get to that point ever again.
“Why not?”
Justin opened his mouth, then closed it, not sure where to start or if he should say anything at all. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I just…I don’t know if I should. If we should. I mean, what do I tell them?”
Brian shrugged. “How about, Brian’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, so I decided to give it another try?”
The look on Justin’s face told Brian that his lover did not find it particularly funny.
Brian sighed again, moving closer to the blonde. “Do you give a shit what they think?”
Justin looked him in the eye and shook his head. “No.”
“Then why the fuck do you care about how to tell them?”
“I just,” Justin paused, “I wasn’t sure you would…”
Brian understood. “You want to call them? All of them? Right now?” He made a motion to stand up, but Justin grabbed his hand, pushing him down on the bed.
“No,” the teen shook his head. “Right now…” Justin pushed Brian down on the bed, straddling the older man. “I want some of that incredible, astounding, mind-blowing, indescribable sex.”
He leaned down, capturing Brian’s lips with his own.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Brian was surprised that after all was said and done, Justin did not bring up the issue again. He expected the teen to start babbling about it the minute he came. But that didn’t happen. Justin got dressed and left, not wanting to get another lecture from his mother, without another mention of telling everybody about the two of them. And since Brian knew that it wasn’t because Justin suddenly forgot about that little problem and it also had nothing to do with the teen not caring about it, the ad exec had to take matters into his own hands.
That was why he found himself parked outside Jennifer’s townhouse, waiting for Justin. Not long after he pulled into the driveway, the blonde appeared in front him, a confused look on his face.
“What are you doing here?” Justin asked, walking up to the driver’s side window.
“Thought I’d give you a ride to the munchers. Save you the bus fare.”
Justin seemed to realize exactly what Brian had in mind. “Are you sure?”
Brian smiled. “Get in.”
They were both quiet during the drive over to Lindsay and Melanie’s. From time to time Brian would glance over at his lover, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, trying to figure out whether Justin was nervous or he was projecting his own feelings onto the teen. But he knew there was no backing out of this now, so he kept on driving.
Having parked the Jeep in front of the house, the two men made their way to the door.
“Hi, honey,” Lindsay greeted Justin with her usual cheerfulness. “Come on in,” she said, holding the door open for Justin, not noticing another man standing to the side.
She was about to close the door, when Brian pushed it open with his hand. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He walked through the door before his surprised friend could muster a word.
“Brian!” she finally said. “We weren’t expecting you. What…what are you doing here?” She looked from Brian to Justin back to Brian again. “Did you…two come together?”
“Brian gave me a ride,” Justin responded, still giving Brian an out from all of this.
“Yeah, I had nothing better to do, so I thought I’d spend some quality time with my son.” Brian could physically feel Justin’s disappointment. “And…” he put his arm around Justin’s shoulders. “My…” he searched for the right word to describe what Justin was to him. He settled on one. “Boyfriend.”
Both blondes stared at him wide-eyed.
“Your boyfriend? You mean…” Brian wanted to offer to pick Lindsay’s jaw off the floor, but opted not to. “You two are…”
“Very articulate today, are we, Linds?” Brian snickered. “Now where is my son?” he went into the living room, leaving the two WASPs to gossip about him.
“When did this happen?” Lindsay asked, finally overcoming the shock of Brian’s revelation.
“Uhm…last week,” Justin replied.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“We just did,” Brian said, appearing again with Gus in his arms. “Gus demanded to see you at once,” he said, handing the toddler to his lover. He knew that if he didn’t nip this in the bud, they were going to be inundated with questions. And all he wanted right now was to spend some time with his two boys. “Aren’t you going to be late?” he asked Lindsay, pointing to the clock on the wall.
“Oh, yes, right.” She quickly got her coat and boots and ran out the door.
Brian sighed. He dodged one bullet. Somehow he was certain that the rest of the “family” wouldn’t be as easy.
~~~***~~~***~~~
“I thought Lindsay’s head was going to explode.” Justin could not stop laughing during the drive back to the loft after safely handing over Gus to his mommies.
“Thankfully, her WASPy tendencies took over,” Brian added.
“Do you think she told anybody?”
Brian looked at Justin. “I’m sure everybody on the board is going to be sending you their condolences.”
“They will not,” Justin laughed, slapping Brian’s arm.
“You’ll see. They’ll be sending you pamphlets for support groups. ‘How to break the cycle of hot sex’, ‘Just Say No to hand jobs.’”
“Stop,” Justin chuckled. “It won’t be that bad.”
“Just wait and see.”
Justin’s smile disappeared from his face. “Do you think…I mean, maybe we shouldn’t…”
Stopping at the red light, Brian turned to Justin, noticing the frown on his lover’s face. This was new territory for him. Justin was always the one to shout at the top of his lungs that they were together, even before they WERE together and he was the one always trying to hide and run from it all. Now, somehow, the roles seemed reversed and he was the one left to prove to Justin that he did in fact want this. Not only that, he wanted the rest of the world to know about it as well.
“You hungry?”
Justin looked up at him, surprised at the sudden change of subject. It took him only a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t about food. “Brian, I…”
“Yes or no?” Brian cocked his eyebrow, waiting for the answer. No more dancing around the issue.
Justin bit his lip, uncertain about what to do. He wanted people to know, but at the same time he was scared. Not only of what everybody would think, but also how it would affect the two of them. “Yes.”
Brian nodded, and as the light turned green, making a u-turn, he headed in the direction of Liberty Avenue.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Just their luck, anybody and everybody were in the diner when they arrived. The place was packed at dinnertime. Brian spotted their friends in their usual booth near the kitchen, and taking Justin’s hand in his, he made his way through the crowded diner.
“Brian!” Michael exclaimed at the sight of his best friend. His smile quickly disappeared when he saw Justin standing next to Brian, holding hands. “What’s going on?”
Brian just shrugged, “We got hungry,” he said. “Scoot over.” He waited for Michael to move closer to the wall before sliding in next to him. Then he pulled Justin so close, the teen was practically sitting on his lap.
The five of them sat in silence for a while, exchanging confused looks.
Brian looked over at Justin, the boy’s nervous tapping under the table driving him nuts. He put his left hand on Justin’s lap, trying not to laugh when the blonde practically jumped at the contact.
“So, what’s happening?” he asked when it was obvious nobody else was going to.
Ted just stared at them like they were a new species of human, one with two heads. Emmett looked from Brian’s face to Justin’s, then back at Brian’s. “You tell us.”
Brian and Justin exchanged looks, silently arguing over which one of them should make the big announcement. Realizing that they weren’t getting anywhere, Brian decided to just go for it.
“Justin and I are back together. Pass the menu.”
Before all the ‘whats’ and ‘hows’ could follow, an earsplitting squeal erupted behind them. And before either of them knew it, they were being pulled out of the booth to be kissed and hugged and kissed again by the crazy waitress with a red wig.
~~~***~~~***~~~
As soon as he closed the door, Brian slammed Justin against it, attacking the blonde’s mouth while frantically trying to remove the offensive clothes that got in his way of reaching his ultimate goal…Justin’s skin. The two tumbled to the floor, tangled in their clothes and each other, but they didn’t care. They held out for hours, while their friends tried every possible trick in the book to prod the information about their reunion out of them. Now it was playtime and they couldn’t wait.
Finally, the two of them were rid of restricting clothes. Brian rummaged in the back pocket of his jeans for a condom, while Justin strategically attacked the older man’s neck and back, finding the ticklish spot right bellow Brian’s ribs.
Suddenly, the “Yellow Submarine” melody began to play somewhere beneath the clothes, causing Brian to groan. Trying to return his breath back to normal, Justin searched for the phone.
“Hello,” he finally answered it. “Oh, hi, mom.”
Brian groaned again, inwardly this time. What could be better for setting the mood than Justin’s mother calling him? His dick was aching, his whole body was burning, and his lover was on the phone with his mommy.
“Yes…uh-huh…I don’t…ok…yes…I’m…with somebody, mom.”
Brian’s ears perked up at that. Jennifer was the only person who didn’t know about them now. The only person he actually worried about knowing about them. Apparently, Justin felt the same way. The teen turned around and looked at him, silently asking him whether he should tell his mother where he was. But Brian wasn’t responding. This wasn’t his decision to make. It was Justin’s. Brian stared at his lover, waiting to see what the other man would do.
Justin lowered his head, staring down at the floor. “I’m with Brian.”
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