"I am in fucking hell," Brian said and grabbed his temple.
"Brian honey, what's wrong? You don't like fondue?" Emmett replied, hand on hip.
"What the fuck is on your face and your head?" Brian asked him, embarrassed and looking around the room to see if anyone else was noticing this scene.
"Its an avocado and coconut butter facial and this thing on my head is a 'do rag. Seriously Brian, like you don't do facials," Emmett replied and stuck the skewer with bread in the fondue pot.
"Not in fucking public Emmett, I am going to have nightmares if you keep prancing around in those paisley pajamas, or whatever the fuck those are! Is it necessary to wear a sequined half shirt that says Queen? I think we know, Emmett. It's bad enough that Ted's awful mug is going to haunt me," Brian said and walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.
"We need to go to the grocery Brian. Where is the store?" Michael asked, looking up suddenly from his comic book.
"Yeah, good thing I brought my cooler with snacks...there is not a crumb to eat in this house," Emmett chimed in.
"There is a brochure in my bag, Justin, will you go get it for me?" Brian replied and asked Justin sweetly, slapping his ass.
"Sure, but I want to go to the store with you guys," Justin replied and walked up the stairs.
"No, Justin and I will go. I am not taking the ladies auxiliary luncheon with. Just make a list of what you want. Ted, you write the list, Michael and Emmett have the handwriting of a doctor on his own prescribed pain medication. I can't stand that fucking chicken scratch shit," Brian responded.
"I want to go to the store Brian, why can't we go," Emmett asked, whining a little, for effect.
"Because I said you couldn't fucking go Leona, that is why," Brian replied matter-of-factly. "If I have to be here with you morons for this whole week, I am running the show," he added. Brian then took the fondue skewer from Emmett and threatened him with it.
"Like you don't already," Ted replied, getting ready to take orders.
"Ted, put lobster tails, Merlot, garlic, butter, artichokes, cheese, fuck...just write down whatever Justin tells you to, okay?" Brian said.
Brian went back upstairs to check on Justin, to see what was taking him so long. As he walked in the bedroom, he saw Justin's back to him, pulling on some cargo pants.
"Hey little boy, " Brian whispered seductively and reached out lightly touching Justin's back.
"Jesus Brian, you scared me. I didn't know who it was," Justin replied, turning his head.
"Who else is it going to be? I told them not to come up here. I almost brought grenades to keep them out," Brian responded and pulled Justin into his grasp. He leaned into his ear and licked and nipped at it. He lay light touches up and down Justin's arm, eliciting chill bumps and the blonde hairs rose, from the touch and electricity.
"Come on, get dressed Brian, its late and we don't know how long the store is open," Justin smiled and leaned into Brian's chest.
"Are you hungry?" Brian whispered.
"A little," Justin responded.
"Well, let's eat in then," and Brian forcefully turned Justin around in his arms and dropped his head down to lick the white, creamy skin of Justin's neck.
"Later...but now we have to go to the store," Justin said playfully and broke from his grasp.
"Are the guys ready?" Justin asked as he put on his shoes.
"Justin, what did I say about those fucking shoes? God, get. fucking. rid. of. them! Or I will," Brian said, exasperated.
Ignoring Brian, as usual about the shoes, Justin asked again, "Are the guys ready?"
"They aren't going, it's just me and you. I don't want to be seen in public with them, at least for this week...," Brian replied, reaching on the bed to grab his jeans he discarded earlier and sitting down.
"Brian, they can come to the store. How do you think they can fuck up something as simple as grocery shopping?" Justin smiled and sat on the bed, next to Brian. He reached over and lovingly patted Brian's stomach. "Remind me to get low fat butter and sour cream for you, pudgy."
Brian turned on him immediately and pressed him down into the comforter. "Pudgy? Did you just call me fucking pudgy Justin? Please tell me that isn't what you just said," Brian rained down kisses and bites on Justin's chest and then looked back up to him for a better answer.
"Well, you are getting a little, uh, not so tight right there," Justin smiled. He was joking of course. He knew the first and most severe way to throw Brian off was to insult his appearance or insinuate an ounce of weight gain.
"Look, your ass weighs more than me...try again, " Brian replied, then bit down on Justin's right nipple. "Try again or I am going to unpierce your nipple," Brian teased with his mouth, but sounded quite serious in his declaration.
"Okay, okay...I was just kidding. God, you are such a drama queen! You are still the same weight as you were when you were fourteen, I am sure. But, for the record, it would be nice to hold on to something a little more meatier than that bone yard sometimes," Justin replied and laughed, inspite of the thrashing he was doing trying to get away from Brian.
"You love this bone yard," Brian smiled mischievously and got up from the bed. "Come on, let's go, can't wait around all day for you princess," he added flippantly. "And, you obviously haven't been shopping with the boys," he added.
As they exited the bedroom, Brian's face grimaced in rememberance of the previous shopping trips with the men. He shook his head and muttered under his breath.
Three miles out, Brian already looked like his nerves were shot and he was mentally exhausted. Michael just had to ride with them and they still had fifteen more miles to go. Great. Commenting on every sign, every billboard, and every fucking thing possible, Michael would not shut up. "Wow, watch out for high tide", "Population 23,195...that is a lot of people", "Deer X'ng? What the fuck is a deer x?"
"Michael, it is a deer crossing, you idiot. Jesus fucking Christ...I know you went to school and I know you read. How did you pass the grades before you met me...when you weren't copying from me?" Brian replied and asked through grit teeth, almost yelling. He always suspected Michael of being in the 'special' classes before they became friends.
"Oh, a crossing...why didn't they just put a cross instead of an x? That doesn't make sense at all. You know that reminds me of...," Michael blabbed on, but was immediately shut down.
"Michael, if you say one more word, I am stopping this vehicle and beating the shit out of you!" Brian said, turning around, raising a hand to silence any objections. Brian's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel.
Justin just sat in the front seat laughing to himself and then put his hand on Brian's thigh, trying to calm him. Secretly, he was loosing it. The look Brian gave him in response was a call for help.
"I was just going to say," Michael tried to add.
"Do not make me pull this Jeep over Michael, because I will! Read a fucking comic book or something for Christ sakes...to yourself," Brian yelled.
"Its too dark to read," Michael replied, whining.
"Oh well, guess you'll have to play the quiet game then," Brian added. "I will buy you 10 comic books if you win, how's that?"
Finally arriving at the store not a minute too soon, Ted started in on Brian.
"Is it necessary to take those corners so fast Brian? I almost hit a fucking antelope on the way here, trying to keep up with you. Why were you driving so fast?"
"Ted, I wasn't driving fast, I was driving 10 above the speed limit, grandpa. There are no antelopes out here you dumbass, we are on the wrong fucking continent. Jesus, what is your degree in? Basket weaving?" Brian said and motioned to Justin to retrieve a cart. Brian was trying to lose the men following behind the Jeep...no doubt about that.
"Oh my god, look at this place. I love Bread and Circus!" Emmett almost shouted.
"Yeah, you'll fit right in here, Em," Brian said and pushed Justin down the nearest aisle.
"They have sporting equipment! They have comic books! Look at the ass on that one!" was heard in unison.
Walking away from the boys, Brian was giving Justin the silent treatment. He just pushed the cart behind Justin and followed him around.
"Do you want to get some Guava juice?" Justin asked at the juice aisle.
Brian was ignoring him. He warned him of taking the boys out in public, outside of Babylon. He shot Justin an icy glare. His head was pounding and he was frazzled. He wanted nothing more than to tie each one of them up, bury them in the sand and let the tide see how long they could hold their breath.
"I'm sorry Brian," Justin sidled up to him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Am I being boycotted? Cat got your tongue?"
"Do not mention my tongue and pussy in the same sentence Justin...ever again," Brian said, shuddering from the thought and trying to keep up the angry facade. But of course, he couldn't, due to the ever present illumination coming from the smile and eyes planted in front of him.
"I will make it up to you, I promise," Justin winked and laid a kiss on Brian's temple.
"Yeah, I know you will. Like that was even up for discussion," Brian huffed and shook his head.
They both smiled at each other and went aisle to aisle to gather what they needed. Along the way, they heard glass breaking, children screaming, and a few employees yelling.
How do you exactly, knock over a whole rack of wine? Or cause a child to scream over a hoola hoop? Or, snag an employee with a fishing hook?
While in the check out line, they saw the three men being ushered out and told to wait for their friends, outside.
"Please tell me you brought some extra strength Tylenol...opium...arsenic?" Brian huffed and shot Justin an angry glare.
On the drive home, Michael of course rode with Emmett and Ted. No discussion. No debate.
The groceries put up and some snacking done, the men sat around the room in silence for a little bit. Emmett was antsy so he walked over to the entertainment center, cranked up the Bose and tried to find some disco. Bringing the glass of wine to his lips, Brian just took the sight in. Justin was lying across him, his head on Brian's lap, caressing his thigh. All was right. He tuned the others out, but as soon as Emmett and Ted started doing The Hustle and Michael tried to do The Running Man, Brian and Justin just looked at each other and smiled.
"Hey, where are you going? Come dance with us," they all panted, out of breath.
"We are going to go do a dance of our own," Justin smiled and led Brian up the stairs by his belt loop. Brian just turned to the men and gave them one of his famous Brian Kinney smirks.
Leaving the boys to have their slumber party, Brian and Justin had more serious things at task.
Justin lit some candles in the bedroom and opened the double doors leading to the deck. He walked over to the jacuzzi and turned it on. It was covered in a Japanese style hut; you could shut the leaded glass on the doors, or leave them open. It looked similar to the glass panes surrounding the bedroom in the loft. A private get away, a home within a home. He smiled and came back into the room, watching Brian take off his clothes.
"Need some help with that?" Justin smiled again and walked slowly over to Brian.
Brian dropped his arms, from unbuttoning and allowed Justin to finish. Justin slowly took off the shirt and then dropped his hands to the waist of the ever-present faded Levis. The top button always undone, he slowly, unbuttoned the others. He made sure to lazily run his fingertips over the taut muscles of Brian's stomach.
"Careful you don't hurt yourself in that bone yard," Brian whispered and moved his hands to Justin's hips, and leaning down to gnaw on Justin's shoulder.
"There is a fine line between pleasure and," Justin whispered back but was stopped by Brian's lips on his.
They began a forceful kiss that deepened quickly. Their tongues roamed across, under and almost through each other's. Justin reached up to run his fingers through Brian's locks and pulled his head back.
Brian was caught off guard and his tongue stuck out of his mouth, still reaching for Justin's. A little laugh from Justin and he smiled. "Don't tease me," Brian replied, hoarsely.
"Let's go outside in the jacuzzi," Justin replied and leaned in again to accept Brian's kiss and his tongue. This time, the kiss was soft and sweet. An urgency bubbled under it, for both of them. They both moved together, joined at the mouth and groin to the deck and then broke to allow Justin to remove his clothing.
"Give me a show," Brian said, his voice more ragged as he sat down on a chaise and began to stroke himself.
Justin smiled and started giving Brian what he wanted. Both were hard and ready, but wanted to go slow and make this enticement and foreplay last. As Brian watched Justin pull the t-shirt from his body, he wrapped his fist tighter around his cock. His breathing was staggered and his eyes were the familiar shade of lust. He licked his lips as he saw the alabaster skin, almost glisten in the moonlight. So many nights and days and mornings, so many thousands of times, the sight of Justin's skin, the warmth of that skin and his pulse raging through, warmed Brian's heart and his groin.
As Justin began to slowly rip the Velcro of the cargo pant's crotch, Brian inhaled sharply in anticipation of what was to come. He wanted to see Justin naked, and innocent. Brian began faster strokes on his cock and he knew he wouldn't be long. Justin was touching himself, circling his nipples with his fingers, licking his lips, rolling his head around, relaxing...and his cock was getting bigger by the second, watching Brian.
When Justin knew Brian was about to come, he walked over and sat down on the chaise, facing him. His hand joined Brian's in the up and down stroking and he began to lick his lips and started whispering to Brian.
"You're so hard, come for me...I want to taste you. Come on give it to me," he commanded. He reached up with his other hand and stuck his finger through Brian's lips and rolled it over his tongue. Brian immediately started sucking his finger and moaning; his breathing was erratic.
As Brian's body started to convulse, Justin leaned down and took Brian into his mouth. He sucked hard and swallowed Brian entirely. Brian just dug his heels into the chaise and pumped his hips. He gripped one arm of the chaise and then the other hand flew to Justin's neck. He rode it out, feeling himself being swallowed and licked and adored.
Justin sat up, after Brian had given him all he could and removed his finger from Brian's mouth. "You taste so good, I was hungry," Justin smiled. Brian leaned up and pulled Justin into his arms. Justin added, "You're so beautiful when you come, Brian."
They sat quietly for a few minutes, basking.
"Its so fucking peaceful out here...I should think about buying some property. What do you think?" Brian asked, looking up at the moon and caressing Justin's back.
"It is beyond nice, but it's hideously expensive. Why don't you wait until you retire or something," Justin breathed. He was feeling so relaxed lying in Brian's arms, listening to the waves break.
"I don't do anything but, hideously expensive, you should know that. I am retired Justin, remember?" Brian replied and gripped Justin to him tighter.
The obvious references out in the open again, Justin smiled. Knowing that he was indeed, hideously expensive and Brian was retired from tricking.
"What do you want a place way out here for Brian?" Justin asked, lifting his head to face his lover.
"A place for you and me to come to. Without the fucking rigors of life in Pittsburgh. An unlisted phone number and an asylum from Larry, Moe, and whatever the fuck," Brian replied and leaned down to kiss Justin's cheek.
"Well, I hope it is like this house. This house is beautiful," Justin replied, getting up.
"I am glad you like it, since I bought it," Brian responded, winking.
Justin couldn't believe it. Brian is so sly, baiting, never giving up his hand. He had already bought this house and the land around it. He had Cynthia help him with the papers and the agent came into the office on Thursday, sealing the deal. He had driven out here two weeks ago with Cynthia, since she knew the way. He told Justin that they would go away for the weekend, but thought better of it, due to the problems they had been having, and put in for a week of holiday with Vance. He had made up the story about asking Cynthia for advice on a getaway, well, it wasn't entirely made up. It was all a big surprise, until the dim bulbs inside fucked it up. But, he knew there would be many more visits to their new house in the future...alone.
Justin walked over to the jacuzzi and tested the water with his hands. Just right.
He walked up the steps and got in and waved to Brian, "The water's great...come on in."
"There aren't any sharks are there? I wouldn't want to get eaten in there or anything," Brian smiled back and moved up the steps. Making a mental note to suggest a day of swimming tomorrow for the boys. Maybe this summer would be Summer of the Shark, Part 2, if he was lucky.
"Of course you would, now come on," Justin replied and beckoned.
Brian, in the jacuzzi, moved in front of Justin and ran the water over his lover's chest. He leaned his head back to wet his hair and wiped it from his eyes. He stared at Justin and Justin stared back.
"I love you. This house is wonderful Brian. I can't believe you did this," Justin smiled sweetly and started to tear up.
"Quit crying princess. I never know if I am fucking up or if I did something right," Brian responded and moved his hand to wipe away a tear that had almost fallen. He moved closer into Justin and lifted his body up and sat Justin on the bench of the jacuzzi. He looked up at Justin and laid his hands on the already reddening skin.
"You look so beautiful Justin," Brian said, and stood up to kiss those red lips.
He pulled Justin into him and moved his hand down to Justin's cock. They kissed for a few minutes and then Brian moved back down in the water, spread Justin's legs apart and took Justin in his mouth. He swallowed him whole, moaning and grunting as he swirled his tongue around the cock and into the head. He sucked and licked softly and languidly. With the hot water of the jacuzzi, the bubbles and the taste of Justin in his mouth, Brian grew hard again.
"I want to fuck you Justin...I want you to fuck my cock so hard I can taste it, " Brian said, letting Justin slip from his mouth.
Justin allowed himself to be lowered into Brian's lap and moved to face him. They sat staring at each other again and kissing in between bouts of more touching, gripping, moaning and grunting. The need was overpowering.
"I need to be inside you Justin, right now. I need to feel warm and I need to feel you," Brian panted and forcefully pushed Justin up. He stopped and looked for permission, as always.
"I want you too, Brian. Make love to me, fuck me, fuck me...," Justin panted in response. Justin then waited for Brian to maneuver and position himself on a step inside the water. As Brian moved, his eyes never left Justin, who stood still, water glistening off his body and looking absolutely surreal in the moonlight and darkness. Brian sat in place and told Justin, "Come to me."
Justin moved to Brian and stood above him. He took Brian's face in his hands and looked into those hazel eyes. Brian moved his hands to Justin's hips and brought his body down on his. His hands moved upward, to Justin's back and began to caress the skin as he held the boy tight to him. Brian lay his head back and closed his eyes, licking his wet lips in anticipation of what lay ahead.
"What is it with us and water?" Justin asked, smiling.
"I don't care what it is, it feels good," Brian replied, as sense of urgency in his voice. He moved his hand down to push his cock inside Justin.
"Ah...you feel so good Justin," Brian said, through grit teeth as he pushed himself inside. He met no resistance as the water provided the lube and Justin was still loose from earlier. They both would never get bored or tire of being inside each other raw or with a condom. The feeling was intense, indescribable at best with or without...but this was the ultimate.
"Fuck me Brian, do it," Justin told him, grabbing the back of Brian's head and pushing his mouth to his.
As they kissed Justin rode Brian and Brian bucked up and down, never losing the momentum and always meeting the downward push of Justin. The need to go deeper, always deeper rushed through their minds. Brian reached up to put his finger in Justin's mouth and rolled the finger over both of their tongues, almost having to pry their mouths apart as Brian was working against himself. They broke the kiss and just watched each other. Both of them gnawing on their lips in from the pleasure and grinding. They were caught up in this moment and begged each other for prolongment and also the release. They were working against themselves with the beautiful torture. Brian reached down between them and stroked Justin's cock as he pumped into Justin. Suddenly he picked both of them up and pushed to the other side of the jacuzzi.
He held themselves in place and turned around, bringing them back down into the water. Justin slammed down on Brian's cock. Grunts, moans, and yells of ecstasy and mentions of love and fucking and heaven abound, with waves of water lapping around them. Justin raised himself and again he slammed back down on Brian. Brian looked on in awe as Justin brought himself up and down on his cock. He loved the feeling of being inside his place, his heaven...his own private heaven. Fuck ice cream, fuck Armani, fuck Versace, Fuck Prada...well, maybe not Prada...yeah, fuck Prada...this is heaven! "Oh yeah, fuck Prada!" he yelled.
Justin shot him a quick look and beamed at him. He knew his place was secure now. He laughed a little and then continued to smile and thrash his head about and then he uttered his undying love with a few grunts and profanities himself.
The water made them slippery, so they were almost clawing at each other, trying to ground themselves somehow.
Brian jumped up again and gripped Justin to him, stopping the pumping and riding for one second, as he climbed the steps out of the jacuzzi and over to the covered bench inside the hut. He lay Justin down gently and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you Justin," Brian said, looking into the blue pools that he willingly drowned himself in everyday. And then he began pushing inside the boy again and again and again. He reached over to bring Justin's legs over his shoulder, to go deeper...always deeper. Deep wasn't good enough, he had to go deeper, ever deeper inside Justin...to reach his nirvana. Justin let his legs be brought up over Brian's shoulders and moved with the thrusts. He was so hot and so turned on by this fucking...whatever it is between he and Brian, and the gentle way Brian always handled him.
The pace quickening and coming to an end somewhere unfortunately, they both were moaning the other's name and profanities and even calling on long dead Catholics...they heard some apparent stray dogs answering their calls, as howls to the moon. As Brian pushed one more time into Justin, he felt the hot release on his stomach from Justin drenching him. He shouted his obvious pleasure, "Oh yeah, its so hot!"
The muscle contractions around him starting, Brian shuddered and came hard. He pumped and bucked until he was almost debilitated. Justin was moaning, "Yes Brian...yes Brian...Oh God, yes...its so hot, it feels so good...keep coming inside me!"
As he leaned down to kiss Justin as the last shot of come blasted through, something caught his eye in the darkness on the deck. He moved his head down to kiss Justin's neck but kept his eye on that spot. He watched as the figure retreated back around the corner and saw the light of the moon catch the figure's profile. It was Michael.
Brian just stared as the form retreated in darkness and then looked down to Justin who was watching Brian.
"What's wrong?" Justin asked.
"Nothing, just thought I saw something, that's all," Brian replied and gathered Justin up in his arms and moved inside.