Today was shopping day. Poor, poor Brian. Justin had a list as long as Brian’s dick…and, we all know, that’s pretty fucking long!
“So, do you know where you want to go?” Brian asked as he buttoned his blue jean shirt and reached for his boots.
“Yeah, actually, I have a few stores in mind. I want to go to Crate and Barrel, Pottery Barn, Spiegel…Ralph Lauren, and,” Justin exclaimed, but was shortly cut off.
“Hold up! Okay, that’s fine, but have you seen my Prada boots?” Brian smiled at his little cherub on the bed, bouncing with energy.
“And, don’t forget, I get 10 new pair of shoes today as well,” Justin smiled.
“Whatever, Justin…where are my boots?” Brian asked again, starting to sweat.
“Huh? I don’t know, they’re your boots,” Justin droned and was annoyed at being brought out of his shopping reverie.
“Well, they’re not here…where I left them. Fucking shit! Where are they?” Brian frantically searched the room up and down. He finally noticed Justin on the bed, reserved and calm as could be.
“Justin, what did you do with my boots?” Brian asked, very frightened.
“Well, by now…your precious Prada boots are probably a nice fit for a very large tuna,” Justin smiled.
“Oh. My. God. You didn’t! Please for the love of Prada, please fucking tell me, you didn’t throw them in the goddamn ocean!” Brian pleaded.
“You said,” Justin smirked and got beamed in the face with a pillow. He recovered quickly. “You said, I could get rid of something of yours, since you so easily got rid of, let me get this right, ‘those fucking tennis shoes’.”
“For Christ sakes Justin! I meant moisturizer, or my jeans, or anything…not my fucking Prada! Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Brian shouted.
He was angry…very, very angry. It seems that the declaration of ‘Fuck Prada’, during their Jacuzzi interlude, wasn’t to be taken literally. Someone was about to reap the whirlwind known as Brian Kinney…run, run far away. Be afraid, be very, very afraid.
“You said anything! Payback’s a motherfucker, huh? Don’t like it?” Justin defiantly retorted. He steeled himself for the unknown.
“I can’t even look at you! You think you’re gonna get shoes and all that shit today? Think again!” Brian stormed out of the room.
He calmly walked down the stairs, muttering every single curse word, known to man…even going through the gamut of foreign language curse words, when he ran out of the English speaking ones. He threw the door open to the deck and walked out to the beach and walked the tide. Like they would magically appear, not waterlogged. He envisioned a tuna with black Prada boots, coming to shore…laughing at him.
Justin watched from the kitchen window, laughing his ass off. Of course he didn’t throw the Prada boots out…even he couldn’t be that cruel. Nevertheless, he’d let Brian think he did…quid pro quo. It’s always a little good to see Brian squirm. Revenge tasted so sweet.
Justin retreated to the bedroom, placed the boots on the bed, and waited.
Brian came back in the house, wiping a little tear that had fallen and went to rip Justin a new asshole or fuck him…one or the other, he’d see what the kid offered him first. He came into the bedroom ready for a rumble, but saw the boots on the bed. Justin sat there with them, naked. So predictable…the both of them. Never seen a more deserving couple, to be stuck together.
“Still can’t look at me?” Justin smiled.
Brian breathed a sigh of relief and took the boots, checking them. He moved to the bed and sat down.
“You need to be punished little boy,” Brian smiled and calmed his breathing. He reached out and grazed his fingers over the fine china that was Justin’s hipbone.
“Uh, wrong again, drama queen! You are going to be punished. You fucking deserve it and you know it!” Justin replied and slapped Brian’s hand away.
“Punished? Me? Bring it on. I can hardly wait to see what you have in store for me,” Brian smirked and gripped Justin’s hip again.
“Okay. Are you ready? It’s going to be very painful Brian,” Justin smiled sweetly and rose up to face him.
Brian was anticipating some kind of sexual punishment…he was in for a big shock. He leaned into Justin and captured his lips. He forced the boy down on the bed, as he hovered over him, a breath away. With one hand, he pushed Justin down into the down comforter. With the other, he hastily tore at the buttons on his shirt. He grew instantly hard as he came into the bedroom…seeing his two prized possessions, in all their glory, on the bed. Now, as Justin lay beneath him, his pants were bulging.
Justin just smirked at Brian, waiting to have him vulnerable. After Brian threw his shirt off, he reached down to unbutton his Levis and push them down his waist and legs. Now, both naked, skin on skin, cocks grinding into each other…Brian waited for his punishment.
He waited, and when nothing came, he leaned down to get the party started. He licked Justin’s lips, trying to push his tongue into that hot mouth. It was like hitting a brick wall.
“Let me in,” Brian breathed.
Justin stared up at Brian, with a smirk. Those lips did not part.
Brian tried another tactic. He reached between them to stroke Justin’s penis and was stopped. Looking back up at Justin, he saw the smirk.
“No fucking way! My punishment is no sex? That is hardly fucking fair. You won’t last! I won’t last! Try again,” Brian spat.
“Oh no. I’ve got something far more painful for you,” Justin smiled.
“What then? Tell me, so we can fuck,” Brian replied.
“You are buying me anything…and I mean, ANYTHING, I want today. I told you it would hurt, and it’s gonna hurt that platinum card, really bad,” Justin spat back.
“Can we fuck now?” Brian asked and grimaced. That little fuck. I’d rather he hurt my credit card than my dick.
“Only when you concede, then we can fuck,” Justin smiled…like he had the upper hand.
“Fine, whatever you want. Now, whatever I want,” Brian rasped and took those lips in his and forced his tongue down Justin’s throat.
Rolling around on the bed, fucking like rabbits, weasels, badgers, whateverthefuck…it was gruesome. Totally undid the shower they shared earlier. The room was amuck of sex and it was incredible. It was raunchy, it was epic…well, what do you expect…it’s Brian and Justin.
Almost falling off the bed, Brian was finally satiated. He fucked Justin within an inch of his life and Brian had almost broken his dick, or so he said. Payback is a motherfucker.
Finally able to leave the bed, they retreated into the shower to cleanse themselves of the odor they loved so much. Feeling like they had run a marathon, they both got dressed and went downstairs. Neither said much to the other, they had both won at this game. To the victor go the spoils!
The drive to the city was quiet and peaceful. Pulling up downtown in front of some stores, Justin got his list ready. Brian checked his wallet to make sure that he had all his credit cards at the ready. He wasn’t too angry anymore. Justin deserved nice things and Brian was willing to buy them for him. It wasn’t like it was all for Justin, it was for their house. Brian secured veto power, if he didn’t like something. However, Justin had excellent taste, so he was not afraid.
In one of the stores, Justin wondered around aimlessly, looking at this, looking at that. Brian sat on a couch and thumbed through a catalog, while he waited on Justin. As Justin was at the register, handing over the platinum card, the clerk was hesitant. It was the same clerk that was rebuffed by Brian earlier.
“This is awfully expensive stuff, are you sure you can afford all this, little man?” the snooty lady looked Justin up and down in his cargo pants and pull over.
“Don’t worry, I can afford it,” Justin smiled back. Bitch.
“Is this your card? Can I see some form of identification?” the saleslady said.
“Here’s my id, but I have permission to use this card.” Justin offered.
“Well, without verbal or written approval, I can’t take this card. Sorry sonny, why don’t you come back later with your mom or your father,” she smiled and walked away.
“Hold on,” Justin smiled back and pulled out his phone. “Yeah, um…the bit…uh, the saleslady won’t approve the card, unless my daddy is here. Can you come up to the register, please…Daddy?” He hit end and smiled back at the lady as they waited.
Brian sauntered up a few minutes later, with a pissed off look on his face. The salesclerk immediately recognized him from earlier, when she threw herself at him. He told her ‘No Thanks’, but maybe he had changed his mind.
Coming up to the counter, Brian stood next to Justin and smiled sweetly at the woman. “Hi, is there something I can help you with sir?” she smiled her brightest smile.
Brian just looked at her, then Justin and pulled Justin to him. He laid a big wet one on him and groped him as much as he possibly could. The woman just looked stunned.
“Hey sonnyboy…the mean lady won’t let you use Daddy’s credit card?” Brian smiled.
Justin just smiled his brightest smile.
“I had no idea sir,” she stammered.
“That’s a given. He has authorization from Daddy,” Brian growled and walked outside. He leaned against the Jeep and smoked a cigarette, waiting on Justin.
They were both cruised in many of the shops by women and men alike. A little extra time was spent in a dressing room, trying on tennis shoes. Well, you never know.
Three hours, three rooms full of furniture and decorations, 5 pairs of shoes for Justin, 3 pairs for Brian and approximately $11,000 later…they both were beat. Fucking and shopping can be so tedious it seems. They took in an early dinner at an Italian restaurant and ate.
“I had a great time today, Brian. Thank you for everything. I hope it wasn’t too painful,” Justin smiled.
“Fuck you…you hope it was extremely painful!” Brian huffed.
“It’s not all for me, it’s for us,” Justin tried to explain.
Brian just let Justin squirm for a few minutes, and then took his hand. “I am not mad Justin. The stuff is great; it will look great in the house. Just remind me to never fucking piss you off again!”
“Now that I think of it, you pissing me off is great!” Justin smiled and laughed.
Brian just shot him a glare. Justin got up from his chair and came to sit in Brian’s lap. He laid his head upon Brian’s shoulder and whispered that he loved Brian. Loved him for his wonderful love of Justin, his gorgeous face and body, his sweet nature, and his credit card. Laughing, they both got up and went out to the Jeep.
They items they bought would be delivered in two weeks to the house, so Brian and Justin had to agree for one of them to be there. It would have to be Justin, since Brian had already taken off so long for this holiday. They playfully argued over Justin’s use of the Jeep to drive back here during that time.
Justin didn’t know it, but Brian was about to buy him a vehicle. It was time. He had planned to trade in the Jeep, for a new Land Rover, but decided that Justin would like the Range Rover better. What do you think? Amazing how well they know each other. Two hot men, two hot vehicles, two children (if you included Justin at times or Brian…it depended on who you asked) and no pets, besides their friends. It was the nuclear family dream of the millennium.
Some people may see Brian as a ‘sugar daddy’ to Justin. Nevertheless, that is just not the case, even if they joked around about it. Brian just wanted his lover to have anything he wanted. Justin deserved the finer things in life and Brian had the means to provide it. It wasn’t a trade, it wasn’t anything more than it was. Love. Besides today, Justin never took advantage of Brian’s credit lines, he never asked for anything and that is why Brian gave him everything, including his love. Justin in turn gave everything he had to Brian. Always had, always will.
They came back to the house and went into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. Lighting some candles around the living room, they lay upon the couch. The stereo played softly in the background and they talked.
“So, where do we possibly go from here Brian? How does it ever get better than this?” Justin asked.
“It will always get better, as long as we’re together,” Brian replied.
“I’ve got 2 more years of PIFA and then, hopefully I can start making money with my art. I want to be able to create something wonderful you know. I want people to see me through my art,” Justin said, turning in Brian’s arms.
“You will create masterpieces Justin…you already do. Don’t worry, I have the utmost faith in you,” Brian smiled.
“I know you do Brian, and that means the whole world to me. But, I want others to think the same thing. Is that wrong?” Justin asked.
“No, they will see what I see. Like I said, don’t worry. You will make a living with you’re art, if that is what you’re worried about,” Brian said, sipping his wine.
“I just think of the future you know, having an exhibition in some kick ass gallery…my paintings…people standing there, absorbing, cocking their heads as they take it all in,” Justin smiled and closed his eyes.
Brian sat and listened to Justin expresses his wishes and dreams of the future and his art. He knew without a doubt that Justin had an amazing talent. It was fresh, it was insightful, and it was all Justin.
“What about you? Where do you see yourself in 2 years…10 years?” Justin asked and stroked the back of Brian’s head, running his fingers through the chestnut locks.
“Retired and living off of the artist, Justin Taylor,” Brian smiled.
“Seriously,” Justin smiled back.
“Well, I want to own the agency. I want to work until I can’t anymore. I want to be the name in advertising…not just in fucking Pennsylvania…in the whole fucking United States. Maybe open up an agency somewhere in Europe. I don’t know,” Brian replied.
“You really want to open a new agency somewhere?” Justin asked.
“Why not?” Brian asked.
“Well, would you move to Europe?” Justin asked, timidly.
“We would, if you were okay with that. Maybe you could open a gallery there as well. Who knows? The possibilities are limitless Justin…you need to realize that. Anything is possible,” Brian replied softly, stroking the back of Justin’s neck.
“Yeah. Anything is possible, huh?” Justin smiled back. The underlying statement obvious. Who’d have thought a year ago they’d be where they were now, committed to each other. Emotionally and physically monogamous to each other. Sharing domiciles in Pittsburgh and Maryland. Hell should have frozen over, but…they were together. Happily.
Justin leaned into nip at Brian’s shoulder and rubbed his tongue over the red mark it left. His hand traveled down to caress Brian’s taut stomach and massage the skin there. Brian leaned into the touch.
Justin laid his legs across Brian’s lap and then removed his wine glass. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then both began to claw at each other. Brian scooted himself out from under Justin and tenderly lay him down, flat on the couch. He slowly undressed his lover and stole kisses as much as he could. When Justin was completely naked below him, Brian undressed himself and sat on the floor next to the couch. His hand languidly stroked the pale skin from shoulder to toe. Scratching lightly, tickling the skin to see the goose bumps raise the fine blonde hairs of his smooth skin. Brian was steady in his movements; he just wanted to give pleasure to Justin. He watched how Justin relaxed under his touch and his eyes squinted when the tickling started.
Brian’s eyes were blazing with lust, but he wanted to take it all very slow. He wanted to milk every bit of this. Justin opened his eyes and watched the hand of his lover travel over every inch of his skin. The strong hand, the long fingers, the black rope, and shells on his wrist a deep contrast against the pale of his stomach. This was a very erotic massage and he rode it out.
Paying careful attention to the boy’s growing cock, Brian ran his hands through the soft blonde, almost white, curly hairs that grew from his pelvis. Soft and curly, almost like silk, Brian ran his hands through them.
Wanting to taste the sweet skin, Brian leaned in and licked a trail from his arm, across to his side, down his leg, to his toe. He stopped and paid homage to the cute toes and bathed them in saliva. His other hand came up to massage the ball of Justin’s foot as his tongue wrapped through Justin’s toes. Justin’s cock grew red and began to leak, as he was excited. Justin reached out to stroke Brian’s back as it stretched the length of his body. His hand grazed the bare torso, across the sharp contours of the body he loved and breathed. Brian arched his back at the touch and spoke softly, “Your body is so beautiful, Justin. It’s so perfect, it’s amazing.”
Justin just smiled, feeling that saying thank you at this moment was somehow inappropriate. His body was the temple that Brian worshipped at and vice versa.
“I want you inside me Brian,” Justin asked, more than demanded.
“I just want to touch you, look at you,” Brian replied.
Now, this was a first.
Stunned to say the least, Justin just lay there quietly. This was more of a declaration of love, any day.
Brian swept his hand up and down his body for more than an hour, just touching and caressing every inch of skin. To say that he was turned on was an understatement. This was the best aphrodisiac known to man.
Justin sat up on the couch, with Brian between his legs on the floor. Justin reached down, caressed Brian’s face, and leaned down to kiss the lips that were swollen and red with lust and love and every emotion imaginable. Brian reared up and knelt between his legs. He raised Justin up and brought him down on his lap. They faced each other and Justin’s legs went behind Brian’s back…entwining them. Justin reached up and pulled Brian to him, gripping his body to his. His hands ran down Brian’s spine and felt each bone as it protruded out from Brian’s arched back. Brian reached back and brought Justin’s feet together behind him, pressing the boy closer into him. Their cocks were touching and grinding against each other. Brian could feel Justin’s smooth cheeks on his groin and legs.
Rearing his head back, he stared at Justin and then raised his hand to cradle the angelic face in his hands. Leaning in, he licked across his chin and over his lips. To his ear, down his neck, across his shoulder. The wet saliva cooled in the warmth of the house and on the skin between the two lovers. Brian moved to lay himself back on the floor and Justin straddled him. He gripped the boy’s arms, positioned him backward over his legs, and brought his knees up, for him to rest against. He stuck a finger in his mouth, bathed it with saliva, and wet the boy. Getting him wet and stretched, Brian brought him closer and maneuvered him to enter. Justin raised himself and brought himself back down slowly onto Brian.
Brian lie back down and let his lover ride him, slowly. The exquisite torture of the slow lovemaking lasted two hours. Always coming to the brink, they both retreated, whatever way possible to make this last. When all was said and done, they were near exhaustion. Their sweaty bodies stuck together on the floor of the living room…they fell into a gentle slumber.
As the sun peeked through the blinds into the living room, Brian slowly woke to find himself alone. He looked around and saw his robe draped over the back of the couch. Standing, he reached out and put the robe on, noticing Justin in the kitchen, in his robe. His back to Brian, the man was making coffee and tending to whatever wonderful smells were coming from the kitchen.
Brian sidled up the counter and watched his lover cook. “Good morning sunshine,” Brian spoke quietly.
“How did you sleep?” Justin said and turned around. He smiled sweetly at the sight before him. Brian was in his robe, hair in all disarray and his doe eyes looked at him sleepily.
“Very well, thank you. And you?” Brian smiled back.
“Quite contentedly, thank you very much,” Justin laughed.
“What’s for breakfast?” Brian asked and accepted the cup of coffee being offered to him.
“Fruit, ham, and eggs benedict,” Justin responded, sipping his coffee.
“Sounds good,” Brian replied.
“I went and got you a paper,” Justin said, pushing it towards Brian.
Looking surprised, Brian smiled…”I might just keep you.”
“Was there every any doubt?” Justin winked.
“Nope,” Brian winked back.
They lazily ate their breakfast, saving the fruit for last. Feeding each other strawberries, honeydew melon and grapes, as well as sharing each other’s plates, breakfast turned quite erotic.
As Justin got up to clear the dishes, Brian grabbed him and threw him on the table. Justin’s robe was ripped open to reveal his slim body and Brian raised his legs upon his shoulders. He reached over the prone form on the table to the teddy bear container of honey. Raising the bottle, Brian dripped honey down Justin’s torso and abdomen, squirting a generous amount over his hardening cock.
Brian, eyes never leaving Justin, placed the bottle back down on the table. He reached down, grabbed some honey onto his finger, wiped it across Justin’s lips, and then brought it to his own mouth.
“Mmm. Sweet,” Brian rasped.
Justin lay on the table, staring up at Brian and smiled. His eyes clouded a darker blue and his pupils dilated to the size of saucers. Justin then looked down and laid his hand across his chest, picking up some honey on his fingers and extended them to Brian. Brian leaned in and sucked those fingers into his mouth. He pulled Justin’s legs off his shoulders and laid his body on top of the boy’s. Smearing the honey across Justin’s chest with his, they grinded against each other.
Brian then went down to his knees to lube the boy up with his honey-drenched tongue, to make the taste unbearably sweeter. The taste of his lover mixed with the honey drove Brian crazy. Preparing him expertly and making sure to dip his fingers into the honey, before he stretched him out, Brian had a second meal, to tide him over.
Feeling him ready, Brian rose from his knees, brought Justin’s legs back upon his shoulders, and slowly entered him. The first push was tight and hot. Finding himself back into his haven, Brian fought with himself against pounding. Justin propped himself on his elbows and watched as his lover disappeared into him over and over again. As Brian was about to climax, Justin pushed himself back and then grabbed onto Brian and held his cock against his stomach. Brian’s hot come shot all over his chest and belly. When Justin pulled back, this caught Brian unaware, but as he watched what Justin was doing, he let himself be taken over. Feeling his come splash against his chest and stomach, Brian’s eyes closed and his head lolled back. He stood there for a second and tried to gain his balance. With his lover’s hands on his cock, pressing it into his stomach, his breathing was erratic.
When he finally stopped coming, Justin leaned into him and licked the juice off Brian’s body. He wanted to taste Brian and the honey as well. His mouth was sticky with come and honey and his moans and grunts shouted through the house. Brian could only look down as his boy’s tongue swept up every ounce of the hot liquid and honey on his body…growing hard again as he felt the velvet sweep and heard the moans dripping from Justin’s lips.
When Brian was wiped clean, he scooped Justin into his arms and washed his tongue over his face. Tasting himself on lover’s lips and face was so erotic. He picked Justin up into his arms and carried him up the stairs to the shower. There, they languidly washed each other’s bodies clean and stayed under the hot spray for as long as it would last.
The rest of the day was spent lounging on the couch. They would be leaving in a couple of days and they intended to work this to their advantage.
Justin won the first game of Jeopardy. Brian won the second. Justin got coaxed into a game of Scrabble. Brian won…finally. He wouldn’t quit until he did.
For dinner, Justin was convinced to cook Brian the famous artichoke quiche and it was appreciated. For dessert, there was a Brian and Justin tart in the Jacuzzi.
Before they went to bed, Justin suggested they call Lindsey and Melanie to check in and talk to Gus. Gus was ecstatic to talk to his Daddy and Justin. He was thrilled with the talk of a new house at the beach and promises of sand castles and ‘fishes’. Justin then called Jennifer and checked in. He extended the invitation that Brian offered up for her to use the house at her whim or with Molly. The only stipulation was that no heterosexual fucking takes place in the master bedroom.
As they lay in bed, each with their own books, reading quietly, Justin asked Brian if he was happy…truly happy. Brian just looked over at his lover, took the book from his hand, and lay into his shoulder. He reached his long arm over and turned off the light, pushing Justin’s book to the floor as well. He snuggled up against his pillow and laid his arm over Justin, pulling him closer. Through the moonlight draping across the room, Brian gently kissed Justin and whispered in his ear, “I believe in love and I believe in you.”