“Oh my God! That guy from the other day?”
Smirking, “Yes, I see you remember him.”
“How could I not?”
“Well, once he’s done with you, and what he’s going to teach you, you’ll never be able to forget Brian Kinney. Neither will Ben. Never.”
“Oh, Michael! I’m so glad that I have someone like you. Thank you.”
Spying Justin out on the grounds, Brian decided to step it up fueled by the pool side incident. Slinking quietly upon him, peering over his shoulder, partially hidden behind the oak tree Justin sat under, Brian saw what Justin was reading. Making his presence known, Brian cleared his throat and recited the poem from memory.
"Put off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes."
"O no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold."
"I would but find what's there to find,
Love or deceit."
"It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what's behind."
"But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire."
"O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?"
When he finished he looked back down to Justin, who sat staring upward, seemingly mesmerized. "You know Yeats?"
"Some."
"I'm impressed."
Smiling, then crouching next to Justin, "Well, I'm in love."
Blushing, "What do you want Brian?"
"I can't enjoy a walk of the grounds? Why do you continue to question and doubt me?"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Please, have a seat."
Taking a seat next to Justin on the blanket, Brian pulled out a sketch pad that lay half inside Justin's knapsack. Before he could open it up to view, Justin snatched it out of his hands. "Please, don't."
"A shy artist?"
"It's personal."
Nodding, "Well, isn’t some of the best art personal? At least that’s what I heard."
As Justin placed the sketch pad back into the knapsack, offering no retort, Brian continued on, "I read your 'manifesto' you know. About your views on virtue."
"You did? What did you think?"
Unable to stifle a laugh, "Completely for shit."
"That's a first. Most people admire me for it."
"Most people are sheep."
"Well, you don't have to admire it. You don't even have to like it. But, acknowledge it Brian. It's me."
"Somehow I don't think so."
"What do you mean?"
"How can you even begin to belittle and criticize something that you've absolutely no idea about?”
"I wasn't criticizing. I was simply stating that for me and people my age, I think this is something that they, I, need to wait until we're older and more experienced in life, before we explore something like love and all that comes with it.”
"Who said it was about love?"
"My point exactly."
“You’re a hypocrite.”
“What?”
"So, you have a boyfriend."
Hesitantly, "Yes."
"And do you love him?"
"I believe so, yes."
"Does he love you?"
Facing Brian "Yes. He does."
"How do you know?"
"He tells me. He shows me."
"Really?"
"You wouldn't understand. I bet you've never been in love in your life."
"Thank God for that!"
"It's not so bad."
"So you say. And yet, you're here and he's there."
"And?"
"I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"Lucky for you you're not in love with me."
"Yeah. Right. Must be my lucky rabbit's petrified cock."
"It's beautiful actually. You know, love is such a powerful thing."
“Fucking is beautiful.”
Blanching
Laughing, “I’m surprised that you of all people find inspiration in Rodin.”
“What do you mean?”
“He freely gave in to the pleasures of sex, of the body. He led quite a lascivious lifestyle.”
“And?”
“You find no problem in following in his footsteps but you know nothing of what it’s like to take those steps.”
“Just because he did what he did, was who he was, that has nothing to do with me. It’s his work that inspires me.”
“I beg to differ little one.”
“Why? You think that to make better art I have to sleep around? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No, I’m saying that to experience life you have to live it. You’ve denied yourself a taste of what it’s like to be human. You want to experience it all though, I can tell.”
“I hardly think that being considered human means that I have to surround myself with those that lessen their moral standings for a couple of minutes.”
“Obviously you’ve never been in bed lessening yourself with me. It’d be much, much longer than a few minutes.”
“Why do you do that?”
“What? Be honest? Seriously, I’d say a few hours, give or take 5.”
“Like I said, it’s his work that inspires me. I can be anything I want to be. My art shows that. Anyways, can we change the subject please?”
“Fine, it’s boring anyway.”
“What were we talking about before?”
“Another equally boring topic, your boyfriend.”
“Yes, Ethan. We’re very much in love. He doesn’t seem to mind how I am. He loves me for me.”
"How do you know? I mean, you said he shows you...how does he show you?"
Smiling "Little things. Like, he's courteous and very chivalrous...always concerned about me. Plus, when he touches me I can feel it, like a spark or something. Then,"
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
"God, is the very idea of being in love so repulsive to you?"
"Maybe it was the sushi I had for lunch."
"Right I somehow doubt it."
A silence engulfed the men suddenly. Brian stood up, peering down at Justin, who had to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun with his hand to look at Brian. "Are you leaving?"
"It appears that way."
"Hope it wasn't something I said."
"Well, frankly...I'm bored."
"Bored?"
"Afraid so"
"Of me?"
"Not you per se. But the conversation is hardly stimulating."
"That's a pity, really."
"Why's that?"
"I just enjoy talking with you for some reason. I can't explain it."
Bending down, taking Justin's hand in his, kissing his palm, "Oh, you can explain it. You dare not speak the ugly truth is all." Smirking at the huge blue eyes bulging at him, Brian gently released Justin's hand, bidding adieu.
As Brian walked away, Justin replayed their conversation in his mind. Although he had no doubt that what he believed in was right, Justin also thought Brian was right as well. It was true, all the greats were passionate in their works and even his friends seemed bohemian in their skin…maybe Justin was denying himself.
Back in his Pittsburgh penthouse, Brian shaved at his sink, replaying the day's activities with Justin in his mind. He was definitely interested all right. Justin was coming around. Brian was beginning to actually enjoy the easy if somewhat boring conversation with the young man. He was smart, well mannered, worldly if not a tad snobbish, but all in all, a very nice young man. Therein lay the problem. When he first caught wind of Justin's stay with his aunt, all sorts of evil and lascivious machinations abounded in Brian's mind.
All the hoopla surrounding Justin with his art and foremost that silly, preposterous manifesto gave pause to Brian before he flat out laughed his ass off. He'd seen some funny shit in his lifetime but this, this Justin Taylor, took the proverbial cake. And what a tasty morsel he would be covered in chocolate icing with candle wax dripping over that silken, pale skin. Disbelief took form to intrigue while intrigue moved on to deviousness. The deviousness he plotted at the demise of Justin Taylor's virtue and blindered eyes was delicious in his mind. Plus, he really wanted something new. Brian was bored. He'd had almost...everyone. Yes, he'd have such enjoyment of all kinds disillusioning the young boy while enjoying the fruits of his body.
But, Brian hadn't figured on actually liking his prey. Hadn't planned on what to do when the fair haired boy made his breath hitch and his mouth salivate. He hadn't figured what to do when the boy's mere presence made him jerk himself raw morning and night. Oh what a conundrum. The coy and easy going, completely likeable and adorable way about Justin just threw the masterful plan out of whack. Brian decided he'd have to shake it off. He'd not gotten this far in life to suddenly become a pussy. He'd have his way with Justin, regardless. But for now, he'd have to settle with young Emmett Honeycutt, the poor schmuck falling prey to Michael Novotny. Laughing, looking at his reflection, "Like a piece of pie. Cherry."
With the correct mood lighting and ambience, lit candles surreptitiously placed about the loft, Brian uncorked a bottle of Merlot while waiting for his appointment to arrive. Bringing the wine and glasses into the living room, he heard a knock upon his door.
Opening the large metal door, Brian cleared his thoughts of Justin and their earlier conversation that had been playing, more like plaguing, in his mind. Emmett stood there, feet shuffling back and forth and his hands fidgeting about, teeth chewing nervously on his plump lips.
"You're right on time. I like that."
"Mr. Kinney."
"I thought we discussed this already, it's Brian. All my friends call me Brian," drawing Emmett's wayward hands to his, Brian walked them inside the loft, he backward and Emmett stumbling forward.
Laughing "Yes, sorry. Brian. Hello Brian."
"Hello Emmett."
Moving them over to the couch, Brian sat Emmett down, handing him a freshly poured glass of wine. Smiling, Emmett took the proffered drink. Sitting down beside him, Brian crossed his long legs, drawing his own glass.
The silence broke between the two of them with Emmett's hasty slurp, draining the glass. Holding his glass out for a refill, Brian begrudginly obliged. "Take it easy, this isn't Boone's Farm."
Giggle, "Yes, right."
"So, what would you like to do?"
Taken aback, "Huh?"
"What do you like to do?"
"Play Sega?"
"I mean, in bed. What do you like in bed."
"Well, my sheets are flannel...don't like that very much but my mother insists upon it. I tell her they get hot but she doesn't listen. Let's see, I like to watch my TV while I'm in bed and…”
Pinching the bridge of his nose "Emmett?"
"Yes?"
"Have you had any experience at all?"
"With what?"
"With a man."
Nervous snort "Uh, no! Duh."
"Well, all that's going to change. Tonight"
"Okay, I guess. Whatever."
Standing, "Let's take this to the bedroom. Shall we?"
"The...the uh, bedroom?"
Rolling his eyes, "Yes, the bedroom. Much more comfortable in there wouldn't you say?"
Placing his glass on the table to rise, Brian stopped him, "Bring it with you. It will relax you."
"Alright."
Walking towards the bedroom, Brian reminded himself to tune out Michael's next plan, whatever it may be. The boy obviously had no clue whatsoever other than the fact that they would have sex. If he'd known that Emmett was this inept he would have faired better with an easel and magic marker.
Noticing that Emmett was not following, Brian turned to see Emmett staring at his picture against the wall. Mesmerized, Emmett didn't notice Brian come up behind him. Pressing against him, Brian kneaded Emmett's shoulders, whispering in his ear, "It's hot, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"You like to see naked men?"
"I've never seen one."
"Well, like I said, tonight's your lucky night. Doubly."
"What do you mean, doubly?"
"Tonight, for the first time you'll see a naked man. The most beautiful naked man you'll ever see. Me."
"What about Ben?"
Scoffing, "What about him?"
"I think Ben is the most beautiful man I've ever seen and I haven't even seen him naked."
Tongue snaking out, curling around Emmett's flushed ear lobe, "All that's about to change."
His hand skimming down the front of Emmett's trousers, Brian rubbed circles over his hardening cock. "Do you ever touch yourself? Think about Ben and touch yourself?"
Stammering, "Y-y-yes."
"Ever think about me?"
Breath heavy
Hands skimming beneath his trousers, into his underwear, the hot palm gripping hold of his cock, "Y-y-yes."
"Yeah? Did you think about this? Imagine this?"
Turning to face Brian, their heights level, "Yes."
Leaning in, mouth open, Brian kissed him.
Jumping back, Emmett shrieked. "Oh my God!"
Like a needle being scratched across vinyl the mood screeched to a halt. "What the fuck was that?!" Brian yelled.
"Gross! You stuck your tongue in my mouth!"
Rolling his eyes and incredulous, "You've never kissed anyone before? You've got to be shitting me!"
Furiously wiping his mouth, getting a Kleenex from his pocket, stabbing at his tongue, "Oh my God. That is the most disgusting thing ever! The human mouth is supposed to have like a gazillion and one germs." Backing away quicky, "Uh uh. No way!"
Deep breath, small steps, be calm... "Emmett, it's fine. It's great actually. Just relax."
Backing further away with arms in front, blocking Brian's advance, "Uh uh, you're not coming anywhere near me with that tongue!"
"We'll see if you still feel that way after tonight. Come here," he beckoned.
Emmett stood still, shaking his head, again with the lip chewing. Brian moved closer when Emmett stood his ground.
"Come here. I won't hurt you I promise. I'm going to make you feel good. So good," Brian rasped, standing toe to toe now, head down, licking his neck. Like a panther with his soothing words, Emmett was soon stunned by Brian's hands and their ministrations. Without Emmett even realizing they soon arrived in the bedroom next to the bed.
"Ben will love you for this." All over like an octopus, plying his body with massage...it all felt so good. That germ filled tongue was licking his ears, his neck, down his chest, across his nipples. Hearing that Ben would like it...since this was all about Ben, Emmett couldn't refuse all that Brian offered. The cool breeze fanning his hot body with Brian down on his knees licking circles over his flushed belly. In a matter of seconds with the calm voice and those eyes.
Emmett, naked now, was ready to do whatever his experienced instructor instructed. He'd been so lost in the moment he'd not realized he'd been divested of his clothes.
"Now, lay on your stomach. Put the pillow under you, prop up your ass, " the orders came quickly in that raspy breath.
"Oh, nice sheets."
"Yeah, they're great...350. Slide over. A little more. There… Stay."
As Brian maneuvered himself, Emmett sat staring at the blue lights over the bed, wondering what was next. He didn't like being ordered around but whatever. Michael, his new best friend, told him that Brian would teach him things. Things that seemed untoward or sinful for the moment would turn delicious and gratifying. He had to do all this for Ben or he would lose the love of his life Michael told him. Shallow in his thoughts, Emmett felt the cool slide of something down his spine, slipping further until..."Oh! What are you doing?"
"Shush."
"Brian?"
His head pressed down to the pillow to quiet him, "Emmett, relax. In a minute you won't be able to form complete sentences. You want to learn everything right? To please Ben?"
In the glowing light, Brian heard Emmett's muffled, 'yeah' accompanied by the shake of his head. "Alright. No more talking."
Back down between Emmett's legs, large hands tenderly spread him apart, hot breath blowing upon his hole and intermittent nibbles to his plump ass, Emmett began to giggle. His hips shook from the tingle, tickle of Brian's nips and when suddenly he thought he'd die from the tickle fit, he felt something he'd never felt before. Deep inside him such a delicious, tantalizing touch...caused him to scream, jolting from the bed.
During the jolt, Brian was jostled from the bed, falling to the hardwoods, having received a fat lip from Emmett's flapping foot. From the floor, "Jesus Christ! You burst my lip you idiot!"
Jumping up, looking down from the side, Emmett smiled nervously, "I'm sorry. Here, let me help you."
"Don't fucking touch me!"
Brian stood up, going into the bathroom to survey the damage. "If that leaves a mark...Christ Emmett! Get your shit and get out! Lesson's over."
"No, please. I'll be good."
Hearing the urgency, Brian peered out to his bed. Emmett sat, wringing his hands, his expression like a deer in headlights.
Smirking, "Do I have to tie you down?"
As Emmett sat upon the bed, wrapped in the sheets, "I don't care what you do as long as you do what you just did. Again."
Turning his eyes from his reflection to the figure on the bed, Brian had to laugh. "That good huh?"
"Uh huh."
"I told you. Rimming is almost the best there is."
"Rimming? What's that?"
"Never mind."
"Will you do it again?"
"Will you shut your fucking mouth and keep still?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. Lay down. Ass up. Mouth shut until I tell you."
The young man did as he was told and was soon rewarded with that feeling again.
"Spread your legs, wider. Yeah, like that."
Brian's face was buried inside his ass, his tongue probing deep, curling inside. His hands reaching under, stroking Emmett's balls all the while Emmett fought to stay still, fought to keep his mouth shut. His back was drenched in sweat and all the while that soft, hard tongue slipped in and out of him. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, his young cock was manhandled by a large hand, pulling softly and quickly, then hard and tight. "Oh my God....Oh My GOD!!!!"
"Yeah, come on. That's it," Brian coaxed, almost bored.
When he couldn't come anymore, his body still shaking from the pleasure, he felt the bed shift from under him and watched Brian walk into the bathroom. Checking his face again, Brian muttered seeing the bruising red welt. Turning on the shower, he cocked his head out, spying Emmett lying haphazardly on the bed, hands drawn to his face, humming.
Calling out, "Now you know what rimming is."
Shaking his head, he entered the shower. Rimming virgins was never good. There was always some sort of injury to be had it seemed. Once they got over the initial shock they became the true sluts they were born to be. His mind running back to Justin, Brian relaxed under the hot spray. Reaching for the soap, he drenched his face careful of his lip. No more kissing tonight it seemed and that was just fine. Emmett didn't know how to do it and Brian wasn't about to chip a tooth trying to teach the man.
But, Justin. Brian bet that he knew how to kiss. Knew how to move his tongue, tasting. Knew how to bring you to your knees with his mouth. Those lips. God, the lips again. So full, so red...wrapped around his cock. With the soap coating his wet cock making it slippery in his hands, Brian again jerked off to the memory of Justin. Back to the door, his head against the tiles, Brian braced himself with his shoulder against a wall and his feet apart as his body shuddered from the intense vision his mind conjured up and his hand helped along. When he was almost at the point in his mind with the golden boy’s legs over his shoulders, head beating against the table in pleasure, that perfect mouth screaming words of encouragement to Brian as he plundered his ass, the shower door opened.
"Whatcha doing?"
All thoughts suddenly chased away, Brian exhaled deeply, angry, "None of your business."
"Can I see?" Peering over Brian's shoulder, "Oh, it's so big!"
Turning to meet Emmett's eyes, his hard on leaking and the necessity for gratification looming, "Time for lesson number two."
Grabbing Emmett's shoulders, Brian pushed him against the glass door, coming up quickly behind him, "We're gonna play a little game now."
Excited, "Yay! I like games! I like Concentration and, "
"I was thinking more of The Quiet Game. Now, you think of me as Ben okay? Just think of Ben because I'm going to fuck you now Emmett."
"It's going to hurt isn't it?"
Seeing the fear in his eyes, Brian stopped himself quickly becoming more patient as was needed. "Yes, a little. But, we can stop now if you want. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."
Feeling Brian's hard cock poking him and Brian's hands tracing circles over his belly, Emmett was soothed. "No, this is for Ben, right? I can do it. I want to do it."
Smiling, "It'll hurt but then it'll feel really good. Blissful, I promise."
Shivering under the hot spray, Emmett steeled himself. "Will it feel like that thing you did with your tongue?"
"What, kiss you?"
"No, that's totally gross. The other thing...you know," pointing, "down there."
Laughing, "You mean, when I rimmed you?"
"Yeah, that."
"Say it Emmett. It's not a dirty word."
“Rimmed, okay? When you rimmed me."
"It'll feel better than that."
"Really?"
Pulling a condom from the shelf, Brian opened it and put it on. Squirting a copious amount of lube into his palm, he maneuvered them both out of the spray, and then began to coat his fingers. "Yes, much, much better. You ready?"
"I'm ready."
"I'm going to prepare you. Be still and breathe. It's going to sting a little but that's a part of it. I've got to stretch you out is all."
"Okay," the man replied, feeling Brian's fingers inside him. Biting his lip, wincing at the pinch and sting as the fingers probed, scissoring inside him, he remembered to breathe. Every once in a while, it was as if a surge of electricity shot through from his toes to the top of his head as Brian swiped over his prostate. Cooing a little at the feeling, Brian whispered encouraging words. "Yeah, that's what's it's all about. Feel that? Feel me pressing right there? Makes your dick hard at the feeling? Makes you want to come...shoot out all you've got."
When Emmett winced no more at the probing fingers and his breath became staggered, his hands holding him up, Brian knew he was ready. Placing Emmett's hands above his head, against the glass, Brian gingerly kicked the boy's feet apart wider then told him to hold on. "Remember, this will hurt at first but will feel better. Gradually. Let your body feel it, welcome the feeling Emmett."
At the first push, Emmett was almost crying. "Please, please stop!"
Pulling out slightly, Brian reached his hand over his shoulder, bringing Emmett's body closer to him. Whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry that it hurts."
"It hurts so bad. You said it would feel good and it's not feeling good!"
"I told you that it hurts at first. I have to go all the way in Emmett. I have to be inside you, all the way, moving, before it feels good. Do you think you can try again?"
"I don't know."
Trying a new tactic, practically nauseous as the words flowed, "I bet you can. You can do anything. You're so strong and beautiful...I wanna feel you. Inside. You make me so hard. So hard."
Brian's soft rasp again making an appearance, words of compliment and encouragement were making Emmett extremely pliable. "Maybe I could try again."
"That's it. It'll make me feel good too."
"It will?"
"Yeah, you want me to feel good too don't you?"
"I guess so."
"Come on, let's try it again. Be patient. I know it hurts but not for long."
"Okay."
Releasing his grip from around his neck, the close embrace, Brian gripped hold of Emmett's hips, guiding his still hard cock back in. Stopping short Brian thought better and retrieved more lube. Coating his cock, his slid in easier this time, a little bit deeper. Hearing Emmett's ragged breath, giving the boy credit for his silence, Brian was more gentle this time around. "Breathe."
"God, are you in yet?"
"Almost...almost. A little more," and then Brian pushed in completely.
Slowly, inch by inch, Brian's cock disappeared into the tightness. His mind tuned out his surroundings and Emmett's slight wincing...thinking of being somewhere else, inside someone else. Pulling out slowly, pushing back in slower still, he found a rhythm and soon the winces he'd heard were now replaced with 'ahs' and 'ohs'. Emmett began pushing back into Brian's thrusts, signaling that he was indeed into the feeling. So Brian began thrusting a little harder, quicker, speeding up as he fucked Justin's...Emmett's ass.
Emmett became more vocal and his voice reverberated within the confines of the shower enclosure. "Yeah! Oh God! Yeah! Oh, yes. Oh, YES!"
Faster, harder...deeper Brian drove, drowning out the voice calling to him. All he'd heard were the soft musings of the young man who sat under the oak tree reading love sonnets. The young man who droned on and on about his philosophy and how he knew his boyfriend loved him, showed him his love. His heart beating faster, his stomach in knots, his mind seeing the man clinging to him from underneath. Words effortlessly flowing from the lips that spoke volumes even in silence; those eyes owned Brian. Coming at last, Brian bit into Emmett's tender shoulder, stifling his voice from calling out to the one man who wrenched this feeling from him.
Heaving against Emmett, whose face was now smashed against the glass door, Brian slowly pulled out. Turning into the luke warm spray, he skimmed off the condom, dropping it to the floor. Reaching again for the soap, he cleansed his body. Emmett turned around and stood pressed up against Brian's back. Kissing his shoulder, his hands roaming, "You were right."
Clearing his throat, "Was there ever any doubt?"
"That was incredible."
"Yep."
"Does it always feel like that?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Depends on who you're with."
"I hope it feels like that with Ben."
"Then I'm sure it will."
"Can we do it again?"
"Not now, you'll be too sore. Another time."
"Tomorrow?"
"Maybe. It's time for you to go now."
"Right now? But isn't there other stuff you can teach me?"
"Yes, later. Now go," Brian said, pushing Emmett out of the shower. Emmett stood there, watching Brian, whose back was to him, then flounced off to retrieve a towel. Standing under the spray, Brian stayed inside for as long as he could with the cold water beating down, waiting for Emmett to leave. When enough time had passed, Brian turned the water off and slipped on his robe. Checking to make sure that Emmett had gone, he gathered up the glasses and wine, taking them to the kitchen. Turning off all the lights and locking up, Brian came back falling into bed. Noticing his answering machine blinking, he played the message.
"Hi Brian, this is Justin. Uh, listen. I was, uh, wondering if you'd like to see the Rodin exhibit with me. I know that you already saw it but I thought that maybe we could...God, this is so stupid...never mind. Sorry, please forget I called." Click.
Picking up the phone, Brian dialed his aunt's house. The phone rang two times then three, hearing a sleepy voice say "Hello?" Brian replied, "I think that can be arranged."
On the drive to his aunt's house Brian wondered how long his little project was going to take. Almost wanting to throw in the towel what with all the ridiculous coddling he knew he'd have to do he realized that for some unfathomable reason he didn't seem to mind the coddling. Justin wasn't like Emmett or any of the other men he knew. He seemed passionate albeit painfully corny about the concept of love but he seemed passionate about everything. Laughing to himself remembering the other day by the tree, the scene straight out of a Charlotte Bronte novel, Brian smiled thinking of Justin's face. Extremely naive on the ways of the world and sheltered to all things bad, Justin was a breath of fresh air. But, all that would be over soon. As soon as Brian had him...had him and showed him what it was really like to be a man, take it like a man. He would only be doing the young man a service really. Justin should stop with his ridiculous notions, that manifesto shit talk, realize that we all create our own pain.
This Ethan character was obviously a saint himself. Or most probably, fucking around on the side doing the same thing Brian was doing. Biding his time until Justin gave it up. Justin would be hurt, no doubt. But better to hurt now rather than later. No one was that understanding and patient. Justin's demeanor had already begun to crack so his manifesto wasn't as solid as he professed. He called Brian. Not the other way around. Plus, he was definitely flirting with Brian the other night. All it took, as much as always, was a few searing looks and compliments and the men faltered. Yeah, he'd give it a few more tries...that's all it would take.
Coming outside to meet Brian's car, Justin's face was beaming. He'd felt so stupid calling and leaving that message. Thought Brian would think him so immature. Yes, he knew what Brian wanted...what he would eventually want but Justin thought that there was something special about him. He seemed so smart and could put on the charm but Justin could see underneath, something sweet begging to come out. He knew he'd have to be on alert. Not look at him too much because, like the other night as proven, Justin could and would crumble under Brian's scrutiny.
"Hey," Justin said, opening the door, sliding in.
"Hey yourself."
"Beautiful day."
"Looks it."
Silence engulfed them as Brian peeled out, catching his aunt peering down from her bedroom as they drove off.
"How're you liking it here?"
Turning in his seat to face Brian, "It's very nice. I like it here a lot. So peaceful and your aunt has been very gracious to me."
"Don't you have a vacation estate too? How come you're not there?"
"I'd need a vacation from the vacation. Don't really want to talk about it."
"Ah, so there is some trouble in that pretty little trouble free world of yours."
"The same as anyone's, I guess."
Nodding in acknowledgement, Brian glanced over at Justin.
"So, I thought that after the exhibit we could get some dinner. I know a really nice place that serves an excellent porterhouse."
Laughing, "You do eat! I knew it."
"Nothing wrong with watching your weight. One of these days that metabolism of yours is gonna fall out the bottom. Fags like a nice ass...plump and juicy but not too plump and juicy."
"God, it always leads back to sex with you doesn't it?"
"If you tried it you'd be the same way."
"Again, I doubt it."
"Yeah, now that I think about it, I doubt it too."
Turning on the radio, bored with the conversation now as Justin seemed to fight tooth and nail, Brian searched for something to bide the time.
Reaching over to turn the radio back off, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"What?"
"You know what."
"No, I really don't. If you're talking about the boring conversation we were having that was so lame that I've forgotten then..."
"You think I'm a joke don't you?"
Silence.
"You know what, pull over."
"I'm not pulling over on the parkway."
"If this is all you wanted just to try and get me into bed...pull over."
"Now you're being childish on top of all that ridiculousness."
"I said pull over!" Justin yelled, trying to open his door.
Reaching over to pull the door back shut, slowing down, Brian yelled, "Stop! You want to get yourself killed?"
"It beats sitting here being laughed at!"
Coming to a full stop, Brian unbuckled his seat belt, turning to face Justin's furious glare. "Look, don't ever do some stupid shit like that again! If you can't take innocent joking then you've got a lot to learn. I get that you think I'm a slut. Lower than the lowest low...if I wanted you in bed, you'd be on all fours right now."
"So sure of yourself. Jesus, can't you be serious for once and just enjoy a day out?"
"You called me!"
"I know. I did call you. I thought that maybe, well...I wanted to see you."
"Then what the fuck is your problem?"
"You scare me."
"Then you should have stayed at home."
"Why are you like this?"
"Like what?"
"My friends, they warned me...I've heard so many things about you. Bad things."
"You can't believe everything you hear."
"Well, you've done nothing to prove them wrong."
Wondering who the fuck did such a job on him, "So this is all a test then. What exactly were you told?"
"I'm not going to repeat it."
"Oh, the sanctity of secrecy. Have to protect your source. So noble and loyal you are. That's hardly fair Justin."
"Yes, I'm very loyal and you'd know that if you knew me."
"Then give me a goddamn chance."
"I want to. I really do but you make it so hard."
"You don't know me either. You've got your mind made up and I can't understand why you're bothering with it all if that's the case."
"You're right. I apologize. You've got to know that I'm constantly on guard and it's not that I want to be this way...it's that I have to be this way."
"Well, unless you've heard it from my own mouth or seen it from your own eyes, you can't believe shit anyone has said. Give me a little credit."
"That's what I'm afraid of. I don't trust myself with you," Justin whispered, turning back in his seat looking down at his lap trying to avert his eyes of Brian's.
Reaching over, Brian lay his hand on Justin's neck, turning his head back round to face him, "Am I that bad?" he asked, grazing Justin's neck with his fingertips.
Leaning in to the touch, Justin looked over at Brian, watching his face, his eyes, his lips as he spoke. "No."
Hearing Justin's heartfelt reply, Brian leaned over, his hot breath in Justin's ear, "Then relax." Feeling goose bumps under his fingers, Brian slowly retreated but not before skimming his lips over Justin's cheek, sighing. In the same moment Brian's lips touched his cheek, Justin turned his face so that his lips met Brian's. Before he knew it, they were making out in broad daylight on the Pittsburgh parkway.
The soft touch of Brian's lips and hands as they held his face and the way Brian's tongue softly rolled over his, made Justin feel euphoric. His hand wandered to the back of Brian's head, grasping and clutching for purpose. Leaning over closer, wanting to feel their bodies together, Justin's breath caught, realizing how caught up in the moment he had become. Pulling away quickly, pushing Brian away, Justin looked stricken, touching his hand to his lips. Under Brian's scrutiny once again, "We should go."
Brian, a little disappointed chuffed a breath. Running his hands through his hair and then, adjusting his shirt, he reached over to start the car. They didn't speak the rest of the way.