The Wish - Part 11
“I just can’t forget his face. His eyes. There was something about them. HIM.” Justin looked down at the sparkling water in the pool as he finished telling Daphne about the man that saved his life the night before. “It was like I knew him. But not really. You know?”
“Maybe you’ve met him somewhere before,” Daphne said skeptically.
Justin shook his head, “No. Trust me, I would have remembered.”
“Well, all I care about is that you’re ok. Thank God, he showed up. I mean, you could have been really hurt last night.”
“Yeah. It was pretty scary.” Justin knew that it was the understatement of the century. He was still trying to get over the shock of almost being killed.
“What the hell was Hobbs thinking?” Daphne shook her head, still trying to process the fact that their classmate attacked Justin.
“That since I suck cock I don’t deserve to live?”
Daphne sighed and looked at Justin. Out of nowhere she threw her arms around her best friend, “Thank God you’re ok.”
Justin smiled, hugging her close. “Thanks,” he whispered, letting her comfort him.
~~~
Brian took a sip of his beer as he watched Emmett trying to sink a ball into a pool table pocket. He couldn’t believe that he was actually hanging out with Emmett and Ted, but with Michael being in Portland he didn’t have any other options. Of course there was always hundreds of willing bodies at Babylon, but the night was still young. He tried to focus on the game but his mind went back to the young man he saved the night before. He tried not to think about the reason why he had visions of the young blonde for months before he met him. He tried not to think about what almost happened when he finally saw him. And he definitely tried NOT to think about how blue the blonde’s eyes were as they looked up at him. It was as if the young man could see through all his bullshit and into his soul. Justin. That’s what his name was. Justin Taylor. That was the only piece of information he was able to find out from the police. He wanted to make sure he was ok, but when he called the hospital he was told that Justin was already released.
“Brian, it’s your turn.”
Snapping back to the present, he picked up his cue stick and walked over to the table. Just as he was about to line up a shot he saw…HIM…standing in the entrance staring at back at him.
Ted and Emmett followed the direction of Brian’s gaze and saw the young blonde man staring back at Brian.
“Don’t you think he’s a little too young for you?” Brian heard Ted say behind him, but didn’t look away.
Justin couldn’t believe that the man that saved his life was standing in front of him. Woody’s was the last place he expected to find him at. Justin had no plans of coming out tonight, but his mother had gone into overprotective mode because of the attack and he started to feel suffocated. He had to get out of the house and unwind. Woody’s was the perfect place for that.
He moved toward the tall man, their eyes still locked on each other.
“Hi,” Justin said when he reached the table.
Brian’s mouth suddenly went dry. “Hey,” he muttered.
Ted and Emmett watched the two men, amused.
“I’m Justin,” the blonde said.
“Brian.”
Justin looked away, feeling uncomfortable. Since last night he’d been fantasizing about meeting this mystery man, but now that he had, he didn’t know what to say.
“How’s your arm?” Brian was the first to speak.
“Oh…uhm…” Justin looked down at his right hand that was covered in white bandages. “It’s ok. Just a couple stitches. No big deal.”
“That’s good,” Brian nodded.
“You two know each other?” Emmett butted in.
They both looked at him.
“Brian saved my life last night,” Justin offered the information while Brian looked away, not wanting to see the look on his friends’ faces.
The ‘what’ and ‘how’ followed.
“Anyway,” Justin turned back to Brian, “As soon as the ambulance drove away I realized that I haven’t even thanked you.”
“There’s no need…” Brian shook his head.
“I was hoping you’d let me at least buy you a drink,” Justin added.
Brian wanted to talk to the kid, but he knew that with his two nosy friends around that wouldn’t be possible. “You hungry?” Before Justin could reply, he put the cue stick on the table and practically pushed the teen outside.
~~~
Sliding into the booth, Brian picked up the menus and handed one to Justin.
“So, what’s good here?” Justin asked, looking around the diner.
Brian smirked, “Nothing.”
Justin smiled back at him and for a moment Brian lost all coherent thought. The young man’s smile was breathtaking. He cleared his throat. “So…uhm…are you going to have anything?”
“Finger food only.”
Brian raised his eyebrow questioningly. Justin just raised his right arm in response.
“Oh, right,” Brian said, putting the menu away. “How about fries?”
“Sure.”
“Hey, Deb, how about some service?” he called out to the woman in a bright red wig.
“Keep your pants on,” the woman yelled back from the other end of the diner.
Brian smiled, then turned back to Justin. “So, does it hurt?” he pointed at Justin’s right arm.
“Uhm…a little. They gave me some painkillers, so it’s not that bad.”
“Oh.”
“The only sucky thing is that I can’t draw until I get the bandages off.”
“Draw?” Brian asked, curious.
“Oh, yeah…I draw…I’m sort of an artist,” Justin suddenly felt very self aware and modest.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m going to the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts in the fall,” Justin said proudly, feeling a little more confident now that Brian showed interest in the subject.
“PIFA? Wow. That’s a really good school. Extremely hard to get into. You must be very good,” Brian said, impressed.
Justin shrugged his shoulders. “I guess.” He sighed with relief when the crazy lady in a red wig walked up to them to take their order.
“Wow, Brian, you’ve actually outdone yourself this time,” Debbie said, looking Justin over. “He’s gorgeous.” Justin tried not to laugh when Brian rolled his eyes.
“Can we order now?” Brian said, trying his best to sound annoyed.
“Alright, shoot. Although you might wanna save it for later,” she laughed at her own joke while Brian just stared at her. “Ok, sorry.” Her expression turning serious.
“A double order of fries and a cup of coffee,” Brian said.
“Anything to drink, Sunshine?” Debbie asked Justin.
“Uhm…just a Coke,” he replied, surprised at the nickname.
Brian looked at Justin. Sunshine? He smiled. The name definitely suited the teen. His smile could blind a person, it was so bright.
“So, why did this guy decide to use your head for batting practice?” Brian asked as soon as Debbie left to place their order.
Justin looked away, caught off guard by the question. “He didn’t approve of my date for the prom,” he said, finally looking back up at Brian.
Brian raised his eyebrow, questioningly. “Your date?”
“Yeah. I took my boyfriend.”
Brian’s eyebrows were raised even higher.
“EX-boyfriend,” Justin clarified.
“You took a guy to the prom?” Brian couldn’t believe. This kid was either very brave or very dumb.
“Yeah. If I was paying money for the tickets, I might as well take somebody I really want, right? Besides, it was like the last big ‘fuck you’ to the St. James academy.”
Brave. Definitely brave, Brian decided. And naïve.
“So, where was your boyfriend when Mr. All American went after you?”
“EX-boyfriend,” Justin emphasized the ‘ex’ part again. “He left earlier. We broke up.”
Brian snickered, “At the prom?”
Justin looked away, uncomfortable discussing Caleb with a stranger, “Yeah. It’s complicated.”
“It always is,” Brian sighed, “Who needs that shit?”
Justin smiled, “That’s an interesting concept.”
“It’s the only one that lets you be honest and happy.”
“Hmm,” Justin seriously considered what Brian just said. When he was with Caleb that’s exactly what he wanted. To be able to do whatever the hell he wanted without consequences, without guilt for hurting somebody else’s feelings.
“Here we go.” They both turned to Debbie who placed two plates with fries in front of them.
“What the hell took so long?” Brian asked.
“We’re a little short-handed right now,” Debbie replied. She left and came back a minute later with Brian’s coffee and Justin’s Coke.
“Are you hiring?” Justin asked out of the blue.
Debbie looked at him with a smirk. “Are you looking?”
“Yeah. I was hoping to get something for the summer. To save some money for when school starts in the fall.”
“School?” She turned to Brian, trying to hide her smile. Brian pretended not to see the look she gave him.
“I’m starting college,” Justin explained.
“Oh,” she looked at him. “Ever bussed tables before?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Well, stand up.”
“What?” Justin looked at her confused.
“Come on, get up,” she repeated.
Justin looked over at Brian who bit his cheek in order not to laugh. When he realized that he won’t get any help from the older man, he did as Debbie ordered and stood up.
“Turn around,” Debbie said.
Still confused, Justin did a 360 as Debbie looked at his butt.
“You’re hired,” she concluded. “Be here tomorrow at eight sharp.”
Justin stared at her wide-eyed. “Thanks,” he slid back down in his seat. When Debbie walked away, he turned to Brian, “What a freak.”
Brian chuckled, “Yeah. She takes some getting used to.”
Justin stopped stuffing his face with fries for a moment and looked at Brian, “She’s not your…I mean…she’s not your mother or anything. Is she?”
Brian’s only response was a loud laughter.
“How long have you known her?” Was Justin’s next question.
Brian shrugged, “Uhm…fifteen…sixteen years. Her son is my best friend.” Brian wondered why he just volunteered the information to a total stranger. It was one thing to fuck a hot guy, it was a completely different story to have an actual conversation over food and coffee. He didn’t do that. He never did that. But with this kid Brian felt so completely at ease for some reason. He watched the teen put another fries into his mouth and then lick the ketchup off his finger. Brian felt his cock stirring in his jeans.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked the blonde.
Justin looked up from his plate, clueing in right away to what Brian was asking. “Yes.”
Brian threw a few bills on the table and they made their way out of the diner.
“Remember, eight o’clock tomorrow!” Justin heard Debbie call after him.
~~~
“Shut the door,” Brian said as they both walked into the loft.
“Wow! Your place is great,” Justin said, looking around after he slid the door shut. “I like your kitchen.”
Brian scoffed. “You want something to drink?”
Justin shook his head as he focused on the painting of a naked man.
Brian glanced at Justin one last time, then opened the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Suddenly a familiar image flooded his mind. The one he had the first night it all began. Him pouring water over his head and then kissing this blonde…fucking this blonde. Brian thought that the visions and images would stop now that he had finally met Justin. He tried to clear his head as he took the bottle of Evian out of the fridge. But as soon as he closed the fridge door he came face to face with the mystery man from his visions. Justin stood only inches away.
Brian put the bottle down on the counter, staring down into the blue eyes of this beautiful man in front of him. He was always the one to make the first move. Didn’t like it any other way. But when Justin took a step closer and pulled him in for a kiss, he didn’t care. He covered Justin’s mouth with his own, the two of them trying to devour each other. Brian was amazed. He had fucked a lot of guys in his life, but never before had he been left breathless with just a kiss.
They frantically tried to remove each other’s clothing as they made their way into the bedroom.
Brian was pleasantly surprised at how good Justin was. He didn’t expect much from an eighteen-year old. But it was as if they had been together before. Somehow they both knew the other man’s sensitive spots, the places that would drive the other man crazy. It was so familiar for both of them, but also so completely new.
~~~
Justin tried not to moan as he tried to roll over on the other side. He had never been this sore before. He had never had that much sex before. He had never had sex THAT great before. He smiled as he recalled the events of the previous night.
“What are you smiling about?”
Justin turned his attention to the man lying next to him. “Uhm…nothing. Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“No. It’s through there,” Brian pointed in the direction of the bathroom. He tried not to laugh when he saw Justin wince with every little move. The night before was wild. It was the best lay he had had in a long time. Maybe even ever. He saw the blonde disappear in the bathroom and then got up and strutted over to the answering machine. Even before he pressed the button he knew who the message was from. Michael.
“Brian, it’s me…”
Brian pressed the stop button when he heard a yelp from the bathroom. Figuring that he could always listen to the message when he didn’t have more urgent things to take care of, he quickly crossed the distance to the bathroom.
~~~
A couple of hours later they finally managed to get dressed and leave the loft. Brian dropped Justin off at the diner for Justin’s first shift and then sped across town trying to make it to his nine o’clock appointment with a trainer.
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