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Title: Vice Versa
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later2nite
Warnings: This is an AU. Expect things to be different. Keep the title in mind!
A/N: Many thanks totechgirl for rising above and beyond the call of a normal beta, without whose help this fic would literally not have been possible, and whose porny little brain rescued it from dullness in several instances. This is a completed work that will have one chapter a day posted for five days.
Vice Versa Part Two
"Isn't she lovely?" Baby Girl Taylor's father and grandmothers are staring at her through the window of the hospital's nursery, marvelling at the miracle of life. The tiny thing swaddled in pink is squirming in her plastic bassinet, not crying, but not entirely happy either.
"I hope she won't be a fussy baby like you were," Jennifer says to her son. "You always wanted to be held as an infant."
"Then we'll hold her," Justin says, his jubilant mood not squelched by a baby, his baby to be exact, who might want to be held. "I'll be right back. I want a friend of mine to see her."
Jennifer remembers the good looking guy who'd driven Justin to the hospital and had come in with him. She'd assumed that he'd left hours ago.
"Our kids have created a beautiful baby," Dorothy Chanders directs Jennifer's thoughts back to her now crying granddaughter. She certainly is beautiful; five pounds, two ounces of pure joy with a unique look all her own. Jennifer admires the baby's amber colored skin, indicative of her bi-racial mother and uncommonly fair father, coupled with fine wisps of golden hair obviously inherited from Jennifer's own Scandinavian roots. At one hour old anyone could see that she would grow into a pretty little girl who would turn heads wherever she went.
"Mom, Mrs. Cha...I mean Dorothy, this is my friend, Brian." Justin returns to the hallway outside of the nursery holding hands with a handsome, lanky man who looks to the women to be about in his mid twenties.
"Nice to meet you both," Brian says, extending a friendly handshake first to the light skinned African American woman, and then to Justin's mother.
"Look Brian, there she is. There's my daughter." Justin is pointing enthusiastically to Baby Girl Taylor, whose vocal chords are now working quite well. A nurse scoops her up and brings her closer to the window to give her family a better look and she quiets down at the human contact.
"A drama queen already," Brian jokes. "Justin, she's gorgeous."
The child's grandmothers think that Justin's new friend can stay. He apparently has impeccable taste when it comes to babies.
"I'm going to go check on Daphne," Justin tells them. "If she's up to it I'll bring her down here."
In a matter of minutes he is wheeling an exhausted but gleeful new mother toward them. "Daph, this is Brian." Justin takes Brian's hand again and looks up at him. "Brian, this is my best friend and the mother of my daughter, Daphne."
"Hi," Brian simply says, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it.
"Justin, he's hot!" Daphne blurts out before saying hi to Brian. Laughter all around breaks the ice and even the newborn on the other side of the glass is sporting her first toothless grin. Or maybe it's gas.
"What's her name?" Brian interjects into the Norman Rockwell-like scene.
Justin and Daphne exchange glances. "Well, we were thinking of honoring our grandmothers by using their names if we had a girl," Daphne says.
"But we thought we'd have a little more time to decide," Justin adds. "She was two weeks early."
Jennifer and Dorothy are pleased with the reference to their mothers. "Grandmother Melissa would be so proud if you named the baby after her!" Daphne's mom exclaims, delighted that her angelic daughter has returned.
"I never thought you cared for Grandma's name, Justin," Jennifer says of her deceased mother.
"I started liking it a whole lot more when I found out how much money she left me! Old, alcoholic Victoria will never know how much that decision has meant to us."
Daphne is especially grateful to the woman whom she'll never get to know. "Yeah," she says, smiling at Justin. "We were able to go with the largest unit in the Spruce Street Arms, thanks to her generosity. I can't wait to move in there and get settled."
Brian peers intently at the infant while the nurse gingerly lays her back down. "Melissa Victoria Taylor," he says out loud. "A beautiful name for a beautiful child. You could call her Missy."
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"Brian!! Brian, where are you!?" Michael is pounding on the door to the loft like a mad man. When Brian slides it open from the inside it's clear that he's hoping to see someone else.
"Oh, hi Mikey," he greets his friend halfheartedly. "What's the problem?"
"Problem? What's the problem? Where in the fuck have you been? That's the problem!" Michael has stormed into Brian's kitchen and has thrown his car keys onto the breakfast bar. "Why don't you roll us a joint? Let's get high."
"I gave all my stash to Ted and Emmett. I think I need to grow up a little," Brian says. "I've been around," he offers weakly, pouring himself a scotch and trying to prepare for the diatribe that is sure to follow. "You want a beer?" Brian knows that Michael doesn't drink hard liquor. Give him a six pack, though, and he's set.
"Around? Around where?" Michael pops the top of the can that Brian has lobbed to him and drains half of it. "I'll tell you where. For the past two weeks your head has been around that stupid, blond twink...that's where!"
"Hey, no need for name calling." Brian wonders if Michael has already had a six pack tonight. He usually puts much more effort into concealing his resentment.
"How about last night? We always party at Babylon on Friday nights. How long were you there? I'll tell you how long you were there. Twenty-two minutes. And what did you do during those twenty-two minutes?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"You craned your neck toward the door looking for him every time someone came in, you only ordered one shot of whiskey, and you turned down four blowjobs and three nice asses to fuck." Michael stops long enough to take another drink and then resumes with a vengeance. "And what about the night before last night?"
"What about it?"
"You couldn't relax in Woody's. We've been meeting there after work for years to unwind while you decide which lucky bastard is going to get plowed from behind by you and all of a sudden no one looks good enough for you to fuck anymore. Do you know how many games of pool you've lost to me...ME...during the last two weeks?"
Brian starts to mentally count down from five and Michael answers his own question on three.
"Eight. Eight times I've beaten you. And Marco is pretty pissed about the felt on the corner table. I've never seen you scratch like that, ever."
"Mikey, I've got alot on my mind, okay?" Brian refills his glass and steals a peek at the time. Almost nine forty-five. Putting his shoes on elicits another rant from dear old Mikey.
"And don't think I haven't noticed you cruising that silly streetlight every night at ten o'clock. Do you think he's gonna show up some night at the same time you met him, under the same post, just to be all romantic or something?"
The thought had crossed Brian's mind.
Exasperation oozes from Michael's pores. "Well?"
"Did he happen to give you his phone number or tell you where he lives?"
Michael is now seriously considering some form of medical intervention. "Jesus, Brian! Do you hear yourself? You don't smoke weed anymore and you're smitten with a seventeen year old boy?" He is shaking his head incredulously. "Get a grip, will ya?"
"He's very mature for his age."
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"If you could sign here, Sir, please."
Justin autographs the invoice that the movers have given him and pays them in cash. He and Daphne, with Missy asleep on her shoulder, stand in the living room of their new apartment and survey their surroundings. "What do you think?" he asks her. "After we get all the boxes unpacked will it feel like home?"
"Are you kidding? Justin, I'm so happy. This complex is the nicest one in Southern Hills and just a few miles from our parents. I saw two other young couples out by the pool this morning when I was pushing Missy in her stroller. One of them stopped me and commented how adorable she is. I think they said they live in 5D." Daphne carefully shifts her month old daughter onto her other shoulder and walks over to the alcove that is designed to be a small sitting room between the two master suites. "Can you find her cradle? She's starting to get heavy. Let's let her sleep in here and then we can set it up to be her room later."
"Yeah. Let me look for it. I think they put all the baby stuff in the dining area." Justin goes through the boxes marked 'BABY' and comes back with the little bed. "Your mom cried when the movers loaded the crib onto the van. Did you see that? And last night she was directing your dad and me how to fold it up so it would take up less space and everything. I thought she was okay with us moving out."
Missy stretches out her tiny little body and yawns when Daphne lays her in the cradle and promptly goes back to sleep. "She just gets sappy sometimes," Daphne says. "She's known about our plans from the beginning. I think with you sleeping there every night to help me with the baby she got really attached to our little family. She'll be all right."
"Good," Justin says. "Because when she hugged me good-bye I thought she'd never let go. For a minute there, I was thinking that we were gonna have to live with your parents forever." Justin pushes some things out of the space that will be Missy's room to make a place for her full sized crib, changing table, and other assorted paraphenalia that comes standard with every baby. "Let's do her room first as soon as she wakes up," he suggests to Daphne, who has gone to get them each a Pepsi from the fridge.
"Come and sit. You've been on your feet all day." Daphne shoves the box of her shoes over to one side on the sofa and plops down.
Justin follows her and takes his soda out of her hand. "God, it feels good to rest. It feels like I've been packing non-stop for a week."
Daphne looks at him and laughs. "That's because you have been! I don't know how you managed to go to your house every day and organize all your stuff and pack it up, and then come back over to mine and help my dad around the house, plus walk the floor at night with Missy when she was crying, and still have the energy to box up all my junk too." She playfully socks Justin in the upper arm. "You're like my superhero!"
Justin shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "Once school was over it was easy. Hey, you forgot the part where I did all your schoolwork for you while you were nursing Missy. I'm just glad they allowed you to work from home the last week of classes so you could still graduate."
"Yeah, that worked out well. If she just would have waited until the due date to make her entrance none of that would have happened." Daphne recalls what they've been through in the last month and decides that everything happens for a reason. "Actually, I'm glad she was early. That's why she was only like five pounds at birth. Any bigger than that and I probably would have died!"
Justin kisses Daphne on the cheek and says, "You're the one who's the superhero."
Daphne closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of the sofa. "I knew you were gonna be a good dad," she says softly. "I think I'm just gonna snooze here until she wakes up."
Justin gets up and puts Daphne's feet where he had been sitting so that she can take a good nap. "Relax," he tells her. "I'm gonna start putting some things away in the kitchen."
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"Cynthia?" Brian calls out to his assistant at Ryder Advertizing when she passes his open doorway and waves her into his office.
"Morning, Brian," she murmurs, setting an armload of client files down on his desk. Looking at them is what he would like to do the least today.
He gets right to the business at hand. "I was thinking about your niece the other day. The one you've had here a few times in the afternoons. The one who wears the private school uniform."
Cynthia wrinkles up her forehead, not understanding what interest Brian could possibly have in her brother's daughter, who sometimes shadowed her at work for a school project she'd been working on. "Christy? Why have you been thinking about her?"
"The uniform. Isn't it from that private high school over in Southern Hills?" Brian knows full well that it's the girls' uniform from St. James Academy. He's discreetly cased the front of the place numerous times, driving by the suburban school at dismissal time to comb the faces of the teenagers that flow out of its doors every afternoon at two-fifteen. But Cynthia doesn't need to know that. Christ, he's been hoping that no one's caught on to the fact that he's started to take his lunch hour later and later, and that he's been staying away from the office more and more. How can a person vanish from the face of the earth so thoroughly?
"St. James Academy? Why is that on your mind? Brian, you know you're up for ad man of the year this year. I thought we were going to brainstorm today on the Old Pitt Beer campaign so you can blow away Ryder with your outstanding creativity."
"Yeah...about that. I can't do it today. I wanted to get a little something for your niece for her graduation. Oh, by the way, when is the graduation?" Brian wonders if Cynthia is buying any of this. Shit, he can get anybody to buy anything. It shouldn't be this difficult. He remembers a time when fucking nameless ass on a daily basis was his sole mission in life. How easy life was then! Now his days and nights are consumed with the constant search for Justin Taylor.
"Brian, Christy is a sophomore. She won't be graduating for awhile. What's all this interest in her about? You've hardly ever even spoken to her when she has been here. Why are you being so weird?" Cynthia starts to open one of the files that she had put on Brian's desk but he reaches for it and closes it back up, returning it to the stack.
"So, they've already had their graduation?" he pumps her for information. "How long ago was it?" He opens the bottom drawer in his desk and pretends to be looking for something work-related just to buffer some of the weirdness out of the conversation.
Cynthia stands up to leave Brian's office. Maybe he just hasn't had his triple latte yet this morning, she reasons to herself. "I think Christy mentioned something about going to a couple of graduation parties about three weeks ago. Do you need me to make a run to Starbucks for you?"
"No, that's okay. Do you happen to know of any apartment complexes out in Southern Hills that have some kind of tree in their names?
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Well, that went swimmingly, Brian thinks to himself. Now, not only Michael, but Cynthia also thinks he needs to have his head examined. Why hadn't he asked Justin for his number before he'd left the hospital? Or at least given him his own number? It must have been the fact that he'd gotten precious little sleep on that hard backed chair in the maternity ward's waiting lounge the night the baby was born and his brain just hadn't been in high gear during the wee hours of the morning when he'd finally said his good-byes after oohing and aahing over her with Justin and Daphne. Directory assistance had fifty-six Taylors listed, so tracking him down that way wasn't going to happen. Frequenting every neighborhood within a ten mile radius of Justin's high school proved to be futile, too. What was he expecting, anyway? That he'd get lucky and just find him outside of any one of the thousands of finely manicured homes he'd driven by during the last month? Sadly, he realizes now, that is exactly what he had been hoping for. Tragically, that was and still is the only thing he has to go on. Pathetic.
"Cynthia?" Brian picks up the phone on his desk and pages his assistant. "I'll be out of the office for the rest of the day. Hold down the fort." He starts to gather up a few things he could work on from home but doesn't know why he's even bothering. There's no way he's going to get any work done today.
"Sure thing, Boss. Going shopping for graduation gifts?"
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Brian climbs into his jeep, loosening his tie and flinging his suit jacket across the passenger seat onto his brief case. He has no real plan of action in mind; he only knows that staring at the four walls in his office, dreaming of nothing but Justin's beautiful face, Justin's hot, tight little ass, and the smooth, downy feel of Justin's milky white skin is something that he just can't do one more day or else he really will need to be committed to the nuthouse. Brian pulls out of the parking lot, dons his designer shades, and sets off on his routine pilgrimage to the suburbs. Desperate to locate his boy, his mind wanders to the two times at his loft when he did have his arms full of Justin and his mouth devouring Justin and his dick inside of Justin. It's hard to believe but it's true: he hasn't picked up a single piece of anonymous ass since then. He'd rather jerk himself off to the memories of the perfect boy in his bed and in his shower and in his arms on the dance floor at Babylon than waste his time with inferior peons. Brian feels his cock swelling as he remembers the look in Justin's eyes when he'd claimed him for his own from the two tricks at Babylon and the ease they'd felt with each other at the hospital. He's sure he isn't imagining it. There was something more brewing between them than just fantastic sex. At twenty-nine years old, he's never experienced that feeling before and the lure of realizing its full potential is something he isn't willing to give up on.
The jeep has seemingly steered itself out into the rolling hills of Pittsburgh's country club set and Brian slows down to take in the scenery and the sight of any beautiful blond boys that he might spy in its midst. The tree lined boulevards line up before him like a maze that is deliberately keeping him from his goal. And then he remembers...trees!...what was the name of the tree that Justin and Daphne were citing in the name of their future home? Sycamore? Pine? Elm? With the graduation of St. James Academy's senior class three weeks ago, they would most likely be moved into their apartment by now. Excitement quickly replaces melancholy as Brian's mood of the moment. Finally, a lead! Why in the fuck doesn't he know more names of trees? Why in the fuck isn't Forestry a required class in obtaining a degree in advertizing?
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"Daph?" Justin knocks lightly on her half closed bedroom door and waits to be invited in. There isn't much that they don't know about each other, and neither of them is particularly modest, but still, he respects her privacy and her space. "I just made a huge salad if you want some," he says. "Are you done feeding her?"
"Yeah, come on in." Daphne is still adjusting herself back into her nursing bra and pulling her tee shirt down when Justin walks over to her bed to pick up the baby.
"I'll burp her while you eat, if you want," he says, lifting Missy upright against his shoulder. "Do you have any spit up towels in here? I just threw all the dirty ones I could find from my room and her room into the washer." When Daphne hands him the last clean burping rag off of her dresser he just can't hold it in any longer. "Daphne? Those things are huge!" He is staring at her chest with a goofy grin on his face, remembering the once thin-as-a-rail best friend he used to have with no bosom to speak of.
"I'm breast feeding an infant, you idiot. Of course they're going to be huge for awhile." Daphne goes into the kitchen to help herself to the salad and Justin sits in the rocking chair in the living room, expertly patting the baby's back. "I heard that they go away after you stop breast feeding, though, and you end up with less than you had before you ever got pregnant," she says when she comes to sit on the sofa to eat.
Justin slumps back in the rocker after Missy belches like a truck driver and lets her drift off to sleep against his body, keeping up the slow rocking motion that she loves. "That's too bad," he teases. "Then how are you ever going to get a man?"
"What? Are you saying that I don't have anything to offer in a relationship besides big boobs?" They are both laughing good naturedly at the path the conversation has taken.
"No, I'm just saying that it will really help!"
"This salad is good. I thought you didn't care about big boobs, on me or anybody else, for that matter."
"Daphne, I'm gay, not dead. I can appreciate physical attributes, male or female, and even though they do nothing for me, I can see how some men would love to get lost in there."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure they'll be long gone before I get into a relationship with anyone. My priority is Missy right now, and getting into college." Daphne flips on the TV and sets the volume low. "What about you? Whatever happened to that Brian guy who took your virginity and named our daughter?" She thinks back to the morning the baby was born and to the man that Justin seemed so into. "Because if you don't want him you could send him my way. That guy is hot!"
"Brian?" Justin thinks about being fucked and sucked by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. A smile lights up his face that he tries to beat down but it goes nowhere. "I don't know. We didn't keep in touch. I haven't seen him since he left the hospital."
"What an asshole," Daphne says. "Didn't he even call you?" They launch into one of their marathon gab fests about the male species, the ones that had started back when they'd both discovered boys, along about the middle of seventh grade. "He looked like a nice guy, too."
"I don't think I gave him my number. My mind was kind of on you and Missy that day. We've been so busy I never had time to go back down to Liberty Avenue where I met him." Justin gets up with the baby still attached to the front of him and walks to her crib. "He's probably forgotten all about me by now. And I'm not looking to get into a relationship either. I was just planning on working at the art supply store this summer and drawing a little bit every day to improve my technique before I start at PIFA in the fall. The manager at The Art Mart said I could start on Monday."
When Justin comes back into the living room Daphne is putting on her shoes and taking the key to the mailbox off of its hook. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she says. "I'm gonna check the mail."
Justin opens the sketch pad that's on the coffee table and starts to draw the baby from one of the pictures he has of her on his phone. He doesn't even realize that Daphne has been gone much longer than it would normally take to collect the mail. He is just about to select a second photo to replicate into his sketch book when he hears voices approaching the door to the apartment. Not just Daph's voice...she is talking to someone whose voice is sweetly familiar to him. Someone who fucked him and sucked him and named his daughter a month ago.
"...and it was fucking spruce," Brian is saying to Daphne as she opens the door and walks in first. He doesn't stop his report on the many different names of trees that he's just discovered, thanks to his iphone, as he follows her in. "And when I finally remembered which apartments you guys had been talking about moving into, I found my way over here and there you were out front at the mailboxes."
Justin is virtually paralyzed, sitting in the rocker with his sketchbook, staring at the man he thought he'd never see again. He's towering and tan and wearing Armani suit pants sans jacket, with tie hanging loosley, and Justin can feel his dick in his jeans coming to life.
"Hey." Brian stops the tree nonsense and stands just inside the door when he spots Justin. His lips roll inward and press together.
"Hey," Justin replies. He can't get up due to his rapidly hardening cock. That's okay, though. Brian is coming toward him with an outstretched hand and a look in his eyes that spells relief and desire and comfort all combined together.
"I thought I'd never find you again," Brian half whispers against Justin's ear as he reaches down and pulls Justin out of the chair into a tight embrace. "I've missed you," he says, squeezing tighter.
"Brian..." Justin hugs his captor but has no words to express the surprise he's feeling. That's okay, too. Words are not what Brian's after. Apparently, it's my tonsils, Justin thinks, as Brian's tongue darts around the inside of his mouth and pushes deeply into the back of it. Justin moans involuntarily and blends his body into Brian's. He hasn't come in his pants since he was fifteen, but he thinks he just might when Brian presses his lean thigh into his crotch. He could spend the rest of his life right here in Brian's arms in the middle of this kiss, but Daphne has started to stammer barely coherent phrases.
"Um...Ah...I'll just...I think I hear...I'll just check on the baby."
Brian and Justin part themselves slightly, grinning like kids in a candy store.
"Want to go get a drink?" Brian asks, not sure how much longer he can wait to bury his cock between Justin's ass cheeks.
"Yeah."
Justin can't grab his cigarettes and his keys fast enough. After telling Daphne that he's going out for awhile, and to call him if she needs him for anything, he pulls Brian out the door. "Do you want to take my new car?" he asks. "I just got it last week." Justin points to the blue Ford Explorer that is parked in the space designated for his apartment number.
Brian glances at the car and back to Justin. "Wow, that's a nice ride for someone your age. And big. Aren't most seventeen year olds driving compact cars that are hand me downs from their parents?"
"I turned eighteen last week, came into a large inheritance, and needed something big enough for all the baby gear we're always carting around."
"Oh yeah," Brian says, bending his mind around the reality that is Justin's life. "It must be freaky to have a kid."
Brian's jeep is parked not far from Justin's space and they just keep walking toward it. He unlocks it with the remote on his key chain and they get in. "Hey," Brian says, leaning over into Justin's personal space. "I meant it when I said that I missed you." His mouth is all over Justin's lucious lips, sucking on them noisily before he feels Justin's tongue pushing back on his. A month is a fucking long time to go without kissing anyone, but then again, 'just anyone' isn't who he's been waiting for. He loves the fact that Justin has thrown his arms around his neck and is yanking his body into his own. His cock pulsates and begs to be let free. Justin melts in his mouth and Brian thinks he won't survive the time it will take to get somewhere and fuck his pretty little ass into oblivion.
"Brian," Justin groans into the side of his neck. "You feel..." His hand is drawn down to Brian's lap and he gropes and massages the granite-like bulge that is waiting for him, causing his own hardness to leak profusely in his Levis. How he could have gone a month without this, without Brian, he doesn't know. The heady feeling he gets from knowing that Brian has been looking for him drives him wild.
Brian separates his mouth from Justin's and looks into his eyes while unzipping his fly, grasping his large, hard dick as it juts out. When he bends and takes Justin's cock into his mouth he hears Justin's low moans and gasps filling the jeep.
Justin leans back into the pliant leather seat, losing himself in the sensation of Brian's warm mouth licking and sucking him. Brian's fist begins to knead his dick up and down and he feels Brian's tongue probing into his slit, eating his pre-come. Justin knows he isn't going to last. "Brian..." he tries to warn...but...too late! He's drenching Brian's mouth with long bursts of come and Brian's drinking it down to the last drop. "God!" Justin cries as his fingers play in Brian's hair. "I can't believe how that feels!"
Brian gradually peels his lips from Justin's dick and starts tugging on his jeans. "These have to come off," he says emphatically. "Now." Brian pulls at the top of the offending denim until it bunches around Justin's knees. "Scoot up. I need these off."
Justin lifts up from the seat slightly as Brian rids him of his jeans. Despite having just come down Brian's throat, he thinks he'll die if he doesn't somehow get Brian's cock inside him.
Brian has opened up his suit pants and has slid them down, finally freeing his throbbing dick, and is pushing his seat back as far as it will go. "Straddle me." It isn't a question.
Justin would like nothing more. He deftly turns around and climbs into Brian's lap, their cocks brushing together. Taking both in a firm grip, he begins to stroke them slowly.
"Stop," Brian says after three strokes. "I can't wait. I need to have you. Now." After rolling on the condom that has fallen out of his pocket and reaching behind Justin to spread lube across his hole, Brian circles a finger around Justin's rim and slowly pushes it inside.
Justin wiggles around in Brian's lap, taking a deep breath to keep from coming again so soon. "I want you to fuck me, Brian," he whispers. "Fuck me hard."
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Brian whispers back, extracting his finger from Justin's ass.
Justin feels empty. He rises up on his knees, positioning his hole over Brian's cock and holding onto Brian's headrest to steady himself as he sinks down. He wants to be full. He wants to be full of Brian. Justin lowers himself all the way down, stretching to take Brian's length, and then starts to ride Brian's cock faster and faster as it fills up his emptiness. He makes it scrape his prostate on every downstroke. He thinks he might black out.
"That's it." Brian's voice brings him back to reality. "Fuck yourself on me. Your ass is still so tight. Been saving yourself for me?" Brian's hands are roaming under Justin's tee shirt, pushing it up and rubbing his nipples. When his hands slide around to Justin's back, he starts to lick and gently bite them. "I could fuck you all day, Justin."
Justin feels that Brian's hands have landed on his hips and are now rocking him back and forth. His face is nuzzled between Brian's neck and the headrest as he inhales sharply, the scent of leather bathing his senses. "Leather makes me crazy," he confesses. "I'm gonna come."
"You're into leather?" Brian pumps harder, suddenly more excited. "Come for me."
Justin wiggles around on Brian's stiffness one more time, indulging his kink. "The smell of it...the feel of it on my skin...aaahhh...Brian!"
Justin's dick overflows between them and seconds later Brian tenses up all over and shoots deep into the condom. Each holding fast to the other, they breathe as one. "So you wouldn't mind being tied up with my leather restraints?" Brian laughs after a few minutes. The smile that greets him when he pulls Justin's face up to his is all the answer he needs.
"You said something about a drink?" Justin maneuvers himself carefully off of Brian while Brian holds the condom in place.
"Yeah, I could use a drink." Brian ties off the condom and places it in the small trash bin in the door of the jeep. "I'll take you to my favorite bar. It's down on Liberty Avenue." He wipes at the come stain Justin left on his shirt with napkins from the glove compartment while Justin shinnies back into his jeans.
"You're hard again," Justin says with a gleam in his eye as Brian's dick swells out from his lap. "Can I blow you while you drive?"
Brian knew there was a reason he searched relentlessly for his boy.
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"What do you drink?" Brian has found them a table at Woody's and still can't believe how wonderfully this day has turned out. A mere six hours ago he'd felt doubtful that he'd ever see Justin again. But with a little ingenuity on his part and a little information on Cynthia's part the stars seem to have lined up in his favor once again.
"I'll have whatever you're having." At just eighteen years years old, Justin's drinking days are still ahead of him. Aside from the margaritas he and Daphne had made in the blender whenever their parents weren't home, and the beer he'd bought with his fake I.D., he doesn't have much experience to go on.
"That would be two shots of Jim Beam for starters, with a Michelob Lite chaser?"
"Oh...I guess...just a beer then."
"Coming right up." Brian strides up to the bar and orders from Rick, the bartender he'd fucked in the back room at Babylon a couple of months ago.
"Here you go, Bri." Rick puts Brian's drinks in front of him. "Been to Babylon lately?" he asks expectantly. "I'll be there later, after my shift. Want to meet me there?"
Brian downs his two shots in rapid succession and tosses more than enough money onto the bar. "My name's not Bri and no, I don't want to meet you at Babylon tonight." He gathers the two bottles of beer into his hands and turns away from the bar.
"Oh, okay." Rick still hasn't gotten it. "Maybe another time."
"Don't hold your breath," Brian mumbles, dodging crowds of people on his way back to the table. Shit! He's gone four minutes and Justin's attracting hordes of men. They've flocked to him like white on rice, every one of them dreaming of deflowering his scrumptious ass. "Hey, hey..." he calls out to the masses as he hands a bottle to Justin. "Back off, people. Hands to yourself. He's mine." A few of them leave with no hassle and a couple of them have to be told more sternly, Justin beaming that megawatt smile the whole time.
"That's not helping," Brian tells him, sitting back in his chair after practically kicking a stubborn mule in the shins who'd had the nerve to help himself to the seat Brian had vacated.
"What? What's not helping?" Justin takes a long drink of beer and Brian realizes that he really doesn't know.
"That," Brian gestures toward his face. "Your smile. Your eyes. Your hair."
Justin's alabaster skin begins to redden. He feels his ears getting warm.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are? How absolutely stellar your ass is? Haven't you been hit on like five hundred times in your life so far?"
Justin runs a hand through his hair and gives Brian a sidelong glance. "Brian, I just got out of high school last month. The few guys that were gay at St. James were not my type and most of the other guys who ever checked me out were like old and gross. I got the picture pretty early not to make eye contact with the ones I got the vibe from and to get the hell away from the situation as fast as I could." Justin's beer is nearly gone. He wouldn't mind another.
"Ah...avoidance," Brian says, thankful for the concept and that Justin has used it all these years. "So...you've never had a boyfriend?" A fleeting image of the Brian Kinney that used to exist floats by in Brian's mind's eye. The one who wouldn't have given a rat's ass about the life of any trick he'd ever picked up. The one who didn't know the meaning of the word 'jealousy'. The one who'd never had a possessive bone in his body. "You'd really never let anyone fuck you before that first time with me?" Now Brian is the one whose smile is lighting up the room.
"Nope. Nobody before you. Nobody since then, either," Justin laughs. "I mean until today. In your jeep. Brian, do you realize that you sucked me and fucked me in broad daylight with windows all around us in the parking area of where I live? I just moved in there for Christ's sake. Anybody could have seen the whole thing."
"Fuck, that's what makes it hot." Brian finishes off his beer and clunks his bottle down next to Justin's. He reaches for Justin's hand across the table and pulls him forward until their lips meet in mid air over the empty bottles. Brian cups his other hand around the back of Justin's neck while he takes Justin's tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. Right in the middle of Woody's. Right out where anyone could see. That's what makes it hot.
"Oh my God, Teddy, would you look at that?! It's Brian Kinney sucking face with a trick right in the middle of Woody's! See? I told you he'd resurface. I knew he'd be back for nameless, faceless ass. Although he certainly seems to be liking this one's face."
Here we go, Brian thinks when he hears Emmett's flamboyant, Southern drawl. Time to face the music. Of course, Emmett would be with Theodore...the world's most mundane human being.
"Hi, Bri," they say in stereo. For the second time in ten minutes Brian thinks that his name is not Bri.
"Mind if we join you?" Emmett asks, for no earthly reason at all because he is pulling up a chair and landing his nelly ass into it without so much as pretending to wait for an answer.
Brian has set Justin's tongue free and they are settling back into their chairs when Ted pipes up. "Raiding the preschools these days for tricks?" He pulls a chair up for himself and takes a load off.
Justin skews an eyebrow at Brian, a little put off by the juvenile reference.
"Emmett, Theodore," Brian says, not taking his eyes or his smile from his boy. "This is Justin. He's most definitely not a trick."
Emmett and Ted stutter out hellos, shocked at Brian's behavior.
"Justin," Brian continues, "this is Emmett. He's the biggest gossip Liberty Avenue has ever seen. He's the one to go to if you ever need clothing that screams 'I'm as queer as a three dollar bill', but he's a pretty good social director."
"Hi," Justin says, standing to shake his new acquaintance's hand.
"Why, Brian," Emmett chimes. "You've found yourself a boy with perfect country club manners!"
"Yeah, yeah." Brian cuts off Emily Post. "Justin, this is Theodore, known to some around here as plain old Ted. He's, uh, plain. And old. He's the one to go to if you...if you...need to know about numbers."
"Numbers?" Justin asks as he shakes Ted's hand.
"I'm an accountant," Ted says...plainly.
Brian signals Rick to set them up with another round and tells him to put Ted's and Emmett's drinks on his tab, too. He doesn't say much for awhile, letting Emmett's diarrhea of the mouth run its course. He can't help but feel pleased every time Justin makes points with his witty charm and snippets of youthful tales.
When Ted asks, "So, Justin, what do you do?" Brian almost says, "blows me with the most incredible mouth and lips and tongue I've ever felt...while I'm driving" but doesn't get the chance because Justin is answering for himself.
"Actually, I just graduated from St. James Academy. And I'll be attending the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Art in the fall. I'm going to be an artist. And I just became a dad a month ago. Do you want to see some pictures of my daughter?" He whips out his phone and scrolls down until he gets to the recent ones of Missy. She's starting to smile on a regular basis whenever she hears Justin's voice or he gets into her line of vision, and he has quite a few pictures saved for showing her off.
Emmett and Ted show genuine interest and Brian also leans over to see month old snapshots of the newborn he'd nicknamed. By the time Justin is finished with his teenaged, gay father saga, he has acquired two more friends who feel to him like long lost buddies. Two hours and two more rounds of beer pass before he checks the time. He hasn't been away from Daphne and Missy for this long of an interval since the baby's birth. Brian sees the concern on his face.
"Do you have to be getting back?" he asks Justin, aware that he's never before put the considerations of anyone else ahead of his own immediate wants and needs. Ted and Emmett exchange knowing expressions. Brian Kinney has it bad. For a guy who does happen to be awfully sensational, they think.
Outside of Woody's, Brian sweeps Justin into a full exploration of the inner recesses of his lips and mouth with his daring tongue as they lean comfortably on the hood of his jeep. Their bodies meld together effortlessly, their hands and fingers entwining like vines.
"Oh, look," Brian says when they get into the jeep for the trip back to the suburbs. "I'm hard again."
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"Do you want to come in and say hi to Daph? She usually feeds the baby around six o'clock." Justin looks at his watch and sees that it's almost six-thirty. "Missy will probably still be awake...you won't believe how much bigger she is now than when you saw her right after she was born."
Brian is glad to be invited in. "Uh, sure. I can come in for a little while. Come here." His mouth envelops Justin's right before they get out of the jeep. Justin is starting to like the way Brian always slips a hand around to the nape of his neck and pulls him close when they kiss.
"I've got a room not far from here, you know," Justin says after their dueling tongues and travelling hands threaten to induce another round of parking lot sex. He half laughs as he says it, but Brian thinks a room with a bed sounds great right about now. "Let's go in. Maybe Daphne cooked something."
"Don't tell me you two are living in wedded bliss," Brian churns out as they make their way to Justin's apartment. "Because then I would have to puke all over the place."
Now Justin is laughing outright. "Don't be crazy. We are co-habitating to raise our daughter. Every once in a while one of us will get a wild hair and go into the kitchen and prepare, you know, food or something. You never know when it's gonna happen. It's a good thing Missy eats at the restaurant of Daphne's chest because she's the only one who gets regular meals."
"Sounds like college. I lived with three roommates in a food deprived, chaotic nightmare. And one of them was always eating at the restaurant of his girlfriend's chest."
"No wonder you're gay," Justin reasons with a few shakes of his head. He can hear Missy's cries as he and Brian get closer to the door. "Sounds like she's giving Daphne a hard time."
Missy is clearly not a happy camper. Justin and Brian walk in to find Daphne pacing the living room with the baby propped on her shoulder, trying to soothe her with comforting words and back patting. "Justin! Oh my God! You got fucked again!" Daphne shrieks out the information as soon as she gets a look at him. It's that best friend radar. Hers is razor sharp.
"Jesus, Daphne!" Justin chastizes her as he takes his daughter out of her hands. "Don't say that where she can hear you! You want to damage her for life, or something?" Justin holds Missy up a few inches from his face and reminds her that she is the best little girl in the whole wide world and that he is here now and that she shouldn't give her mother so much sass. When he holds her against his body and resumes the very same back patting technique that Daphne had been using, her cries gradually abate into small gurgles and then dry up altogether.
"It's not like she knows what I'm saying, or anything. You just have that happy, satisfied look to you that says, 'I've been'..."
"Okay, Daph! We get it. You don't have to say it again. It sounds...creepy coming from you."
Brian thinks the three ring circus that he has walked into is indeed very similar to his college days. "Now, now," he quips, "we can't have anybody thinking that Justin and me fucking is creepy, can we?" He sits on the sofa where Daphne has just picked up three baby toys, a baby blanket, and a package of Pampers. "Just wait til Justin starts remarking about your freshly fucked look," he says to her.
She sits in the rocking chair and slips off her sandals. "Right. And we all know how often that happens, don't we? When you get pregnant on your very first time it doesn't leave room for alot of subsequent fucking." Daphne exchanges a quick look with Justin, the irony of why she wanted him to be her first almost comical.
Justin sits on the sofa next to Brian and holds Missy in a sitting position on his lap. She has turned into one big ball of happy now that her daddy has got her, the smile on her face identical to his.
"She really is cute," Brian says, as the baby looks to the sound of his voice. "You guys seem to have this parenting thing down pretty well."
"She likes Justin better than me," Daphne admits with an exaggerated pout.
"Except at meal time," Justin says. "Brian, here, hold her. She keeps staring at you. She likes you." Justin lifts Missy out toward Brian, who isn't sure this is such a good idea.
"I've never held a baby before. I don't even know what to do." Uneasiness stops Brian from taking her. "I can't break her, can I?"
"Just hold your arms like this," Daphne tells him, showing him with her own arms how to make a place for her. Justin puts her inside of Brian's arms and then fishes in his pockets for his phone. He waits until Brian and Missy are looking at each other and then snaps a few shots.
It doesn't even bother Brian and he briefly wonders if that fact should bother him. Kinney's morphed into a pile of mush. He can hear the Liberty Avenue gossip mill now. No doubt Emmett will broadcast his doting on Justin for all the world to see in the middle of Woody's at four o'clock in the afternoon. That right there is going to to shoot the reputation all to hell. Somehow, that doesn't bother him either.
"Hey, Justin, I'm gonna get ready to take her to my mom's for a little while, okay?" Daphne gets up from the rocker and gathers up most of the baby stuff that is littering the area. "My great aunts are going to be over there and my mom called earlier to see if I could bring the baby by for them to see. We won't be gone too long. I don't want to keep her out too late."
Justin and Brian lean into each other sitting on the sofa, making eyes at Missy and getting her to laugh while Daphne is in her room getting ready to leave. When she emerges a short time later, Justin gets up and packs the diaper bag for her and gets Missy's seat for the car. "See," he says to Brian as he takes her back from him and buckles her into it. "You're like a pro already. Just support the back of her head and the rest takes care of itself. She'll let you know if you're doing something wrong."
"Sure thing, Dad," Brian hands her over. "Bye bye, you sweet thing," he says to Missy.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna help Daph get everything in the car. Then I'll give you the grand tour of the place. And see what I mean about food? No one cooks it. Maybe we can order a pizza."
"Or Thai," Brian says.
Justin gives the diaper bag to Daphne and carries Missy in her baby seat out to Daphne's car.
"I was right about Brian," Daphne says. "He's really nice. Is he like your boyfriend or something now?" Justin can tell that she is happy for him and that maybe she wouldn't mind having someone like Brian in her life, after all.
"I like him alot," Justin admits. "I feel some kind of connection with him. His friend, Michael, told me that he doesn't do boyfriends, though, so I'm just gonna take it one day at a time and see what happens. Do you think he really likes me?" Justin kisses Missy's forehead after he straps her seat into Daphne's car, then gently closes the door.
"Justin," Daphne says as she walks around to the driver's side. "He would have run as far away from you as he could get after Missy was born if he didn't like you. You should see the way he looks at you when you're not looking at him. I'd say yes, he likes you."
Justin's skin gets hot and he can't keep the blush away. "I'll see you later. Tell your mom and dad hi for me." Actually, he does know how Brian looks at him. It's hard to explain but he can feel it.
"Brian?" Justin calls out when he sees that the sofa is empty and there's no trace of him within eyesight. Maybe he's running out the back door, as far away from me as he can get, Justin thinks, now that the whole baby thing has become a tangible reality to him. "Brian?"
"In here." Brian's voice echoes down the hall. "I gave myself the tour."
Justin follows his voice to the only place it can be. He stands in the doorway of his bedroom and sees that Brian has not run away at all....and must not be planning to anytime soon since he is butt naked on top of Justin's bed in a state of semi arousal.
"I take it you don't want pizza."
"Not right now. Maybe later. Right now I want you." Brian palms his dick and strokes it slowly.
"God, Brian, do you have any idea how hot you look?" Justin kicks his door closed and promptly strips, not able to keep from licking his lips in anticipation. "I want your cock down my throat," he says as he climbs on all fours toward Brian, never breaking eye contact. His unfettered dick rises. Before he met Brian, such scenarios were only a figment of his overactive imagination, but Brian jerking himself slowly and emitting erotic sound effects is as real as it gets. He crawls up perpendicular to Brian's face and kisses him before licking a hot, wet trail down Brian's chest.
Brian holds his cock upright in his fist and feeds it into Justin's mouth while his other hand reaches out to wrap around Justin's rock hard erection. He jerks Justin a few times with long, squeezing fingers that start at the base of his shaft and finish at the pink, swelled head of Justin's dick. On the third pass he feels his hand and fingers become wet with Justin's pre-come. "I want to taste that," Brian says. "Bring me your dick."
Justin, still sucking Brian down into the back of his throat, making Brian thrash around under him, delivers his oozing cock into Brian's open mouth, letting out a chorus of low moans when Brian's tongue spirals up and down it.
Neither of them can resist the urge to fuck the other's mouth. After several minutes of simultaneous thrusting and sucking, Brian feels Justin caressing his balls aggressively and releases waves of come down his throat. He plays with the outside of Justin's asshole, rubbing small circles over it and pressing his finger on it while his orgasm boils up out of him. Brian is still coming into Justin's mouth when Justin's cock erupts with its own hot liquid, pouring what feels like gallons of it into Brian's waiting mouth.
They gulp each other's come eagerly and then lie spent as the pounding in their chests subsides. When Justin rolls off of Brian he feels Brian reaching for him and rights himself face to face with the amazing man. A host of emotions begin a continuous loop in Justin's mind and he wonders which would be the least offending to voice to someone who doesn't do boyfriends. Ultimately deciding that words could do none of them justice anyway, he goes with draping an arm and a leg over Brian, pressing his semi soft dick into the side of his thigh. It must be the right choice, he thinks, when Brian's arms encircle his body and Brian rests his forehead on the side of his face.
"Promise me you won't disappear on me ever again," Brian is whispering into Justin's mussy, yellow hair. "I was so fucking scared."
"Scared?"
"Of spending my life alone." Brian registers that an alien life form must have taken control of his speech. He tries to remember the last time his former ego has made an appearance and pretty much narrows it down to the night in Babylon when he'd picked up two tricks on the dance floor, anticipating their dual worship. He hears himself wishing that guy a good life and sees the door shutting on him forever as he evaporates into thin air. Shallow fucker, Brian thinks of him now. He admits to liking the replacement much better, even if the replacement is wont to blurting out surprising admissions.
"I didn't disappear," Justin says, dropping soft kisses on the side of Brian's face. "I just had alot of things I had to take care of. And after what Michael told me, I just figured that you were done with me. I mean, the night I had to go the hospital was the second time you fucked me. You were over your quota with me by one." Justin's fingers graze over Brian's chest and idly rub his nipples in circular patterns, first one and then the other, unwittingly taking the sting out of his remarks.
"Quota? What the fuck did Mikey tell you?"
"Well, I guess he was trying to tell me to leave you alone. He said that you don't do boyfriends. And that you're selfish." Justin can hear Brian's best friend telling him to fuck off like it was yesterday. "He said that I should just forget about you."
Brian tightens his arms around Justin, wincing at the characterization.
"You told me yourself that you don't believe in...um...that you only believe in fucking. I had no reason to think he was lying." Justin is still running his fingertips along Brian's highly defined pecs, and tracing the outline of his ribs, aware that if this is only fucking, and nothing more, he might be able to live with it.
Brian bends his face into Justin's and kisses him. No tongue. Just lips pressing upon lips. "I'm sorry," he whispers when he pulls away from the kiss. "I guess I've been somewhat of an asshole for a long time. But meeting you...I...I...don't want to be like that anymore."
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Daphne picks through the left over pizza and zaps a slice in the microwave oven, Missy having fallen asleep in the car on the way home and slumbering peacefully in her crib. When Justin comes out of his room to get a beer and ask after her parents, Daphne sees it immediately. Casually dressed in clean sweats and a tee shirt, barefoot with an unlit cigarette and lighter clutched in his hand, he owns the world.
"So..., Brian...." She looks at Justin and smiles.
"Yeah," he says, grinning like a cheshire cat, "Brian."
"I'm so happy for you, Justin." Daphne hugs him around the neck. "I knew you two just needed a little alone time. He's so perfect for you." She takes her slice of pizza and follows him out onto the small back patio, where he's been smoking to keep the apartment free from pollutants. "Tell me everything! I need to know!"
Justin perches himself on the three foot block wall that separates their patio from their neighbor's and lights his cigarette. "I don't know. He just likes me."
Daphne sits on the chaise lounge that Justin's mother had given them when they moved in. She signals for more details with a waving hand while chewing.
"He'd been looking for me ever since he left the hospital. I didn't think I was that important to him because his friend had told me how he goes through guys as fast as he can, fucking them once and forgetting them." Justin flicks his ashes into the ashtray and smiles. "But he met me and now he wants to stop that shit."
"Oh my God, that's so romantic!" Daphne wipes the grease from her hands, squealing happily.
"You don't think he's too old for me?"
"He doesn't look old. How old is he?"
"Twenty-nine. But you know what? He's never had a boyfriend and that makes him as young as me as far as that goes." Justin stubs out his smoke and slides the patio door open just a little so they can listen for Missy if she cries. "I don't think he acts like he's old at all." Justin's mind wanders to the sexual prowess of Brian Kinney, although that is something he doesn't share with Daphne.
"He's only about the best looking guy I've ever seen, next to you, of course. He just looks a little older than us. When are you gonna see him again? I hope you finally exchanged numbers." Daphne's ability to string multiple sentences together in one breath seems to increase with each passing year. "And he was so cute with Missy."
"Yes, the phone number thing will never be a problem again," Justin laughs at Daph's concern. "When I start work at The Art Mart downtown on Monday we're gonna have lunch together."
"That's four days away! How can you wait that long?!" Daphne reaches for the new cigarette Justin is lighting. He hands it to her but can't refrain from disapproving.
"Only one drag, Daph. You know you shouldn't smoke until you stop breast feeding the baby. Why did we start smoking in high school, anyway?"
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"Morning, Brian." Cynthia hand delivers his triple latte straight onto his desk, hoping to avoid another nonproductive day like the one they'd had yesterday. "Ready to work on the Old Pitt Beer campaign?"
"What took you so long? I've been here since six-thirty. I've got a million and one ideas." Brian pulls the chair facing his desk out for Cynthia to sit in. "We're going to make me ad man of the year! Let's get to brainstorming!" Brian rubs his hands together briskly, straightens his tie, and does a quick shoulder roll. The gleam in his eye is blinding.
Cynthia is caught off guard, to say the least. "You're certainly in a good mood," she says. "More so than usual for a Friday. What happened? Did you fuck the manager of the graduation shop yesterday?"
"Ah, Cynthia, you're always so good with the comic relief. Did I tell you that I recommended you for a raise to Ryder this morning?"
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"Hey, Mikey! You're late. I went ahead and ordered you a beer." Brian has had one shot of J.B. already and is halfway through his Michelob Lite when Michael strolls into Woody's. "How's everything down at the Big Q?"
"Fucked, thanks for asking." Michael pulls up the bar stool beside Brian and sits heavily. "I've had a for shit day. What's wrong with your mouth? Your smile is gonna screw up your face permanently. Cut that shit out." Michael drains his beer bottle and orders another, scowl firmly affixed to his face.
"Christ, you're in a mood," Brian replies. "What's got your panties all in a wad?" His smile bounces back in place after he takes a long drink.
"Fucking Tracy. The girl I work with. She wants me to go out with her after work tomorrow to some breeder bar with some other people we work with. She thinks I'm straight, for fuck's sake!"
Brian is amused. Mikey's always queening out over something. "I keep telling you, you've gotta come out at that stupid store. Just tell them you like cock and get it over with." Brian lights a cigarette and offers one to Michael.
"How long have you known me, Brian? Have you ever seen me smoke a cigarette? What's wrong with you?" Michael shakes his head so vigorously Brian thinks it's going to rattle his brain.
"Sorry, I forgot," Brian puts it back into the pack and shrugs. Michael still can't figure out why he won't quit smiling.
"How long have you been here? Did you get blown in the bathroom again? Is that why you look like a God damned laughing hyena?"
Brian blows four perfectly symmetrical smoke rings into the air above the bar. "Mikey, chill," he tells his uptight friend. "Have another beer. I don't need to get blown in the bathroom."
"Who's the lucky son of a bitch tonight? That leather daddy at the end of the bar? He keeps giving you the eye. I bet he can't wait to bottom for you." Michael cracks a tiny smile, the image of a big, burly ape submitting to Brian too funny to keep in. Then he remembers one of the major reasons he's pissed. "Where the fuck were you last night? I sat in here for an hour and a half waiting for your ass."
Brian is shocked that Emmett's rumor train hasn't reached Mikey's ears yet. He must have been too worried about his Big Q co-workers and their evil plot to get him into a straight bar to talk to Emmett today. "I was here yesterday. It was in the afternoon. I just missed you, that's all." He debates the pros and cons of letting Michael hear from Emmett and Ted about Justin and his elevation to non-trick status. Not a good idea. The cons win by a landslide.
"The afternoon? You took off work to come to Woody's?"
"Of course not. I took off work to look for Justin again. Then when I found him I stayed away from work longer so I could bring him here. We needed a drink." Brian smokes his cigarette and drinks his beer like there's no tomorrow, bracing for the fallout.
"Justin...You're missing work and bringing him to bars in the middle of the afternoon because the two of you need a drink? Isn't there some kind of law against that? Like contributing to the delinquency of a minor or something? What if his mommy finds out?"
Sarcasm. Sarcasm is good. Brian can work with that. "His mommy has cut the apron strings. Realized he's all grown up, what with having his first kid and turning eighteen and all. She recognizes, along with the rest of the world, that he is a legal adult...living on his own and making his own way. He starts his first job on Monday. And he's going to college in the fall.
Michael can only imagine how and why Brian would know this much about Justin. Actually, he doesn't want to know. It was bad enough when Brian couldn't think straight for a month after the spectacle he'd made of himself in Babylon with the teenager and his possessive antics... then searching the city high and low for his little toy like his life depended on it or something. Now he can't stop from grinning like a loon. Michael sees the writing on the wall and doesn't like what he sees one little bit.
"Brian, look. That guy sitting at the table by the window." Michael sets his beer down on the bar and points glaringly at a particularly zealous guy who is salivating at the mouth with lust everytime he dares to look Brian's way. "He's practically undressed and waiting for you. I bet he'd be a great quick fuck out in the alley."
More dumb grinning. With dimples. At something he's thinking about. Not even caring about nameless ass to fuck. Yep, Michael's screwed. Jesus, you think you know someone after fifteen years.
"So...Justin..." Michael feels himself giving in to the inevitable. "He's got a kid?"
Vice Versa Part Three
Author:
later2niteWarnings: This is an AU. Expect things to be different. Keep the title in mind!
A/N: Many thanks to
techgirl for rising above and beyond the call of a normal beta, without whose help this fic would literally not have been possible, and whose porny little brain rescued it from dullness in several instances. This is a completed work that will have one chapter a day posted for five days.Vice Versa Part Two
"Isn't she lovely?" Baby Girl Taylor's father and grandmothers are staring at her through the window of the hospital's nursery, marvelling at the miracle of life. The tiny thing swaddled in pink is squirming in her plastic bassinet, not crying, but not entirely happy either.
"I hope she won't be a fussy baby like you were," Jennifer says to her son. "You always wanted to be held as an infant."
"Then we'll hold her," Justin says, his jubilant mood not squelched by a baby, his baby to be exact, who might want to be held. "I'll be right back. I want a friend of mine to see her."
Jennifer remembers the good looking guy who'd driven Justin to the hospital and had come in with him. She'd assumed that he'd left hours ago.
"Our kids have created a beautiful baby," Dorothy Chanders directs Jennifer's thoughts back to her now crying granddaughter. She certainly is beautiful; five pounds, two ounces of pure joy with a unique look all her own. Jennifer admires the baby's amber colored skin, indicative of her bi-racial mother and uncommonly fair father, coupled with fine wisps of golden hair obviously inherited from Jennifer's own Scandinavian roots. At one hour old anyone could see that she would grow into a pretty little girl who would turn heads wherever she went.
"Mom, Mrs. Cha...I mean Dorothy, this is my friend, Brian." Justin returns to the hallway outside of the nursery holding hands with a handsome, lanky man who looks to the women to be about in his mid twenties.
"Nice to meet you both," Brian says, extending a friendly handshake first to the light skinned African American woman, and then to Justin's mother.
"Look Brian, there she is. There's my daughter." Justin is pointing enthusiastically to Baby Girl Taylor, whose vocal chords are now working quite well. A nurse scoops her up and brings her closer to the window to give her family a better look and she quiets down at the human contact.
"A drama queen already," Brian jokes. "Justin, she's gorgeous."
The child's grandmothers think that Justin's new friend can stay. He apparently has impeccable taste when it comes to babies.
"I'm going to go check on Daphne," Justin tells them. "If she's up to it I'll bring her down here."
In a matter of minutes he is wheeling an exhausted but gleeful new mother toward them. "Daph, this is Brian." Justin takes Brian's hand again and looks up at him. "Brian, this is my best friend and the mother of my daughter, Daphne."
"Hi," Brian simply says, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it.
"Justin, he's hot!" Daphne blurts out before saying hi to Brian. Laughter all around breaks the ice and even the newborn on the other side of the glass is sporting her first toothless grin. Or maybe it's gas.
"What's her name?" Brian interjects into the Norman Rockwell-like scene.
Justin and Daphne exchange glances. "Well, we were thinking of honoring our grandmothers by using their names if we had a girl," Daphne says.
"But we thought we'd have a little more time to decide," Justin adds. "She was two weeks early."
Jennifer and Dorothy are pleased with the reference to their mothers. "Grandmother Melissa would be so proud if you named the baby after her!" Daphne's mom exclaims, delighted that her angelic daughter has returned.
"I never thought you cared for Grandma's name, Justin," Jennifer says of her deceased mother.
"I started liking it a whole lot more when I found out how much money she left me! Old, alcoholic Victoria will never know how much that decision has meant to us."
Daphne is especially grateful to the woman whom she'll never get to know. "Yeah," she says, smiling at Justin. "We were able to go with the largest unit in the Spruce Street Arms, thanks to her generosity. I can't wait to move in there and get settled."
Brian peers intently at the infant while the nurse gingerly lays her back down. "Melissa Victoria Taylor," he says out loud. "A beautiful name for a beautiful child. You could call her Missy."
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"Brian!! Brian, where are you!?" Michael is pounding on the door to the loft like a mad man. When Brian slides it open from the inside it's clear that he's hoping to see someone else.
"Oh, hi Mikey," he greets his friend halfheartedly. "What's the problem?"
"Problem? What's the problem? Where in the fuck have you been? That's the problem!" Michael has stormed into Brian's kitchen and has thrown his car keys onto the breakfast bar. "Why don't you roll us a joint? Let's get high."
"I gave all my stash to Ted and Emmett. I think I need to grow up a little," Brian says. "I've been around," he offers weakly, pouring himself a scotch and trying to prepare for the diatribe that is sure to follow. "You want a beer?" Brian knows that Michael doesn't drink hard liquor. Give him a six pack, though, and he's set.
"Around? Around where?" Michael pops the top of the can that Brian has lobbed to him and drains half of it. "I'll tell you where. For the past two weeks your head has been around that stupid, blond twink...that's where!"
"Hey, no need for name calling." Brian wonders if Michael has already had a six pack tonight. He usually puts much more effort into concealing his resentment.
"How about last night? We always party at Babylon on Friday nights. How long were you there? I'll tell you how long you were there. Twenty-two minutes. And what did you do during those twenty-two minutes?"
"I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"You craned your neck toward the door looking for him every time someone came in, you only ordered one shot of whiskey, and you turned down four blowjobs and three nice asses to fuck." Michael stops long enough to take another drink and then resumes with a vengeance. "And what about the night before last night?"
"What about it?"
"You couldn't relax in Woody's. We've been meeting there after work for years to unwind while you decide which lucky bastard is going to get plowed from behind by you and all of a sudden no one looks good enough for you to fuck anymore. Do you know how many games of pool you've lost to me...ME...during the last two weeks?"
Brian starts to mentally count down from five and Michael answers his own question on three.
"Eight. Eight times I've beaten you. And Marco is pretty pissed about the felt on the corner table. I've never seen you scratch like that, ever."
"Mikey, I've got alot on my mind, okay?" Brian refills his glass and steals a peek at the time. Almost nine forty-five. Putting his shoes on elicits another rant from dear old Mikey.
"And don't think I haven't noticed you cruising that silly streetlight every night at ten o'clock. Do you think he's gonna show up some night at the same time you met him, under the same post, just to be all romantic or something?"
The thought had crossed Brian's mind.
Exasperation oozes from Michael's pores. "Well?"
"Did he happen to give you his phone number or tell you where he lives?"
Michael is now seriously considering some form of medical intervention. "Jesus, Brian! Do you hear yourself? You don't smoke weed anymore and you're smitten with a seventeen year old boy?" He is shaking his head incredulously. "Get a grip, will ya?"
"He's very mature for his age."
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"If you could sign here, Sir, please."
Justin autographs the invoice that the movers have given him and pays them in cash. He and Daphne, with Missy asleep on her shoulder, stand in the living room of their new apartment and survey their surroundings. "What do you think?" he asks her. "After we get all the boxes unpacked will it feel like home?"
"Are you kidding? Justin, I'm so happy. This complex is the nicest one in Southern Hills and just a few miles from our parents. I saw two other young couples out by the pool this morning when I was pushing Missy in her stroller. One of them stopped me and commented how adorable she is. I think they said they live in 5D." Daphne carefully shifts her month old daughter onto her other shoulder and walks over to the alcove that is designed to be a small sitting room between the two master suites. "Can you find her cradle? She's starting to get heavy. Let's let her sleep in here and then we can set it up to be her room later."
"Yeah. Let me look for it. I think they put all the baby stuff in the dining area." Justin goes through the boxes marked 'BABY' and comes back with the little bed. "Your mom cried when the movers loaded the crib onto the van. Did you see that? And last night she was directing your dad and me how to fold it up so it would take up less space and everything. I thought she was okay with us moving out."
Missy stretches out her tiny little body and yawns when Daphne lays her in the cradle and promptly goes back to sleep. "She just gets sappy sometimes," Daphne says. "She's known about our plans from the beginning. I think with you sleeping there every night to help me with the baby she got really attached to our little family. She'll be all right."
"Good," Justin says. "Because when she hugged me good-bye I thought she'd never let go. For a minute there, I was thinking that we were gonna have to live with your parents forever." Justin pushes some things out of the space that will be Missy's room to make a place for her full sized crib, changing table, and other assorted paraphenalia that comes standard with every baby. "Let's do her room first as soon as she wakes up," he suggests to Daphne, who has gone to get them each a Pepsi from the fridge.
"Come and sit. You've been on your feet all day." Daphne shoves the box of her shoes over to one side on the sofa and plops down.
Justin follows her and takes his soda out of her hand. "God, it feels good to rest. It feels like I've been packing non-stop for a week."
Daphne looks at him and laughs. "That's because you have been! I don't know how you managed to go to your house every day and organize all your stuff and pack it up, and then come back over to mine and help my dad around the house, plus walk the floor at night with Missy when she was crying, and still have the energy to box up all my junk too." She playfully socks Justin in the upper arm. "You're like my superhero!"
Justin shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "Once school was over it was easy. Hey, you forgot the part where I did all your schoolwork for you while you were nursing Missy. I'm just glad they allowed you to work from home the last week of classes so you could still graduate."
"Yeah, that worked out well. If she just would have waited until the due date to make her entrance none of that would have happened." Daphne recalls what they've been through in the last month and decides that everything happens for a reason. "Actually, I'm glad she was early. That's why she was only like five pounds at birth. Any bigger than that and I probably would have died!"
Justin kisses Daphne on the cheek and says, "You're the one who's the superhero."
Daphne closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of the sofa. "I knew you were gonna be a good dad," she says softly. "I think I'm just gonna snooze here until she wakes up."
Justin gets up and puts Daphne's feet where he had been sitting so that she can take a good nap. "Relax," he tells her. "I'm gonna start putting some things away in the kitchen."
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"Cynthia?" Brian calls out to his assistant at Ryder Advertizing when she passes his open doorway and waves her into his office.
"Morning, Brian," she murmurs, setting an armload of client files down on his desk. Looking at them is what he would like to do the least today.
He gets right to the business at hand. "I was thinking about your niece the other day. The one you've had here a few times in the afternoons. The one who wears the private school uniform."
Cynthia wrinkles up her forehead, not understanding what interest Brian could possibly have in her brother's daughter, who sometimes shadowed her at work for a school project she'd been working on. "Christy? Why have you been thinking about her?"
"The uniform. Isn't it from that private high school over in Southern Hills?" Brian knows full well that it's the girls' uniform from St. James Academy. He's discreetly cased the front of the place numerous times, driving by the suburban school at dismissal time to comb the faces of the teenagers that flow out of its doors every afternoon at two-fifteen. But Cynthia doesn't need to know that. Christ, he's been hoping that no one's caught on to the fact that he's started to take his lunch hour later and later, and that he's been staying away from the office more and more. How can a person vanish from the face of the earth so thoroughly?
"St. James Academy? Why is that on your mind? Brian, you know you're up for ad man of the year this year. I thought we were going to brainstorm today on the Old Pitt Beer campaign so you can blow away Ryder with your outstanding creativity."
"Yeah...about that. I can't do it today. I wanted to get a little something for your niece for her graduation. Oh, by the way, when is the graduation?" Brian wonders if Cynthia is buying any of this. Shit, he can get anybody to buy anything. It shouldn't be this difficult. He remembers a time when fucking nameless ass on a daily basis was his sole mission in life. How easy life was then! Now his days and nights are consumed with the constant search for Justin Taylor.
"Brian, Christy is a sophomore. She won't be graduating for awhile. What's all this interest in her about? You've hardly ever even spoken to her when she has been here. Why are you being so weird?" Cynthia starts to open one of the files that she had put on Brian's desk but he reaches for it and closes it back up, returning it to the stack.
"So, they've already had their graduation?" he pumps her for information. "How long ago was it?" He opens the bottom drawer in his desk and pretends to be looking for something work-related just to buffer some of the weirdness out of the conversation.
Cynthia stands up to leave Brian's office. Maybe he just hasn't had his triple latte yet this morning, she reasons to herself. "I think Christy mentioned something about going to a couple of graduation parties about three weeks ago. Do you need me to make a run to Starbucks for you?"
"No, that's okay. Do you happen to know of any apartment complexes out in Southern Hills that have some kind of tree in their names?
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Well, that went swimmingly, Brian thinks to himself. Now, not only Michael, but Cynthia also thinks he needs to have his head examined. Why hadn't he asked Justin for his number before he'd left the hospital? Or at least given him his own number? It must have been the fact that he'd gotten precious little sleep on that hard backed chair in the maternity ward's waiting lounge the night the baby was born and his brain just hadn't been in high gear during the wee hours of the morning when he'd finally said his good-byes after oohing and aahing over her with Justin and Daphne. Directory assistance had fifty-six Taylors listed, so tracking him down that way wasn't going to happen. Frequenting every neighborhood within a ten mile radius of Justin's high school proved to be futile, too. What was he expecting, anyway? That he'd get lucky and just find him outside of any one of the thousands of finely manicured homes he'd driven by during the last month? Sadly, he realizes now, that is exactly what he had been hoping for. Tragically, that was and still is the only thing he has to go on. Pathetic.
"Cynthia?" Brian picks up the phone on his desk and pages his assistant. "I'll be out of the office for the rest of the day. Hold down the fort." He starts to gather up a few things he could work on from home but doesn't know why he's even bothering. There's no way he's going to get any work done today.
"Sure thing, Boss. Going shopping for graduation gifts?"
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Brian climbs into his jeep, loosening his tie and flinging his suit jacket across the passenger seat onto his brief case. He has no real plan of action in mind; he only knows that staring at the four walls in his office, dreaming of nothing but Justin's beautiful face, Justin's hot, tight little ass, and the smooth, downy feel of Justin's milky white skin is something that he just can't do one more day or else he really will need to be committed to the nuthouse. Brian pulls out of the parking lot, dons his designer shades, and sets off on his routine pilgrimage to the suburbs. Desperate to locate his boy, his mind wanders to the two times at his loft when he did have his arms full of Justin and his mouth devouring Justin and his dick inside of Justin. It's hard to believe but it's true: he hasn't picked up a single piece of anonymous ass since then. He'd rather jerk himself off to the memories of the perfect boy in his bed and in his shower and in his arms on the dance floor at Babylon than waste his time with inferior peons. Brian feels his cock swelling as he remembers the look in Justin's eyes when he'd claimed him for his own from the two tricks at Babylon and the ease they'd felt with each other at the hospital. He's sure he isn't imagining it. There was something more brewing between them than just fantastic sex. At twenty-nine years old, he's never experienced that feeling before and the lure of realizing its full potential is something he isn't willing to give up on.
The jeep has seemingly steered itself out into the rolling hills of Pittsburgh's country club set and Brian slows down to take in the scenery and the sight of any beautiful blond boys that he might spy in its midst. The tree lined boulevards line up before him like a maze that is deliberately keeping him from his goal. And then he remembers...trees!...what was the name of the tree that Justin and Daphne were citing in the name of their future home? Sycamore? Pine? Elm? With the graduation of St. James Academy's senior class three weeks ago, they would most likely be moved into their apartment by now. Excitement quickly replaces melancholy as Brian's mood of the moment. Finally, a lead! Why in the fuck doesn't he know more names of trees? Why in the fuck isn't Forestry a required class in obtaining a degree in advertizing?
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"Daph?" Justin knocks lightly on her half closed bedroom door and waits to be invited in. There isn't much that they don't know about each other, and neither of them is particularly modest, but still, he respects her privacy and her space. "I just made a huge salad if you want some," he says. "Are you done feeding her?"
"Yeah, come on in." Daphne is still adjusting herself back into her nursing bra and pulling her tee shirt down when Justin walks over to her bed to pick up the baby.
"I'll burp her while you eat, if you want," he says, lifting Missy upright against his shoulder. "Do you have any spit up towels in here? I just threw all the dirty ones I could find from my room and her room into the washer." When Daphne hands him the last clean burping rag off of her dresser he just can't hold it in any longer. "Daphne? Those things are huge!" He is staring at her chest with a goofy grin on his face, remembering the once thin-as-a-rail best friend he used to have with no bosom to speak of.
"I'm breast feeding an infant, you idiot. Of course they're going to be huge for awhile." Daphne goes into the kitchen to help herself to the salad and Justin sits in the rocking chair in the living room, expertly patting the baby's back. "I heard that they go away after you stop breast feeding, though, and you end up with less than you had before you ever got pregnant," she says when she comes to sit on the sofa to eat.
Justin slumps back in the rocker after Missy belches like a truck driver and lets her drift off to sleep against his body, keeping up the slow rocking motion that she loves. "That's too bad," he teases. "Then how are you ever going to get a man?"
"What? Are you saying that I don't have anything to offer in a relationship besides big boobs?" They are both laughing good naturedly at the path the conversation has taken.
"No, I'm just saying that it will really help!"
"This salad is good. I thought you didn't care about big boobs, on me or anybody else, for that matter."
"Daphne, I'm gay, not dead. I can appreciate physical attributes, male or female, and even though they do nothing for me, I can see how some men would love to get lost in there."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure they'll be long gone before I get into a relationship with anyone. My priority is Missy right now, and getting into college." Daphne flips on the TV and sets the volume low. "What about you? Whatever happened to that Brian guy who took your virginity and named our daughter?" She thinks back to the morning the baby was born and to the man that Justin seemed so into. "Because if you don't want him you could send him my way. That guy is hot!"
"Brian?" Justin thinks about being fucked and sucked by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. A smile lights up his face that he tries to beat down but it goes nowhere. "I don't know. We didn't keep in touch. I haven't seen him since he left the hospital."
"What an asshole," Daphne says. "Didn't he even call you?" They launch into one of their marathon gab fests about the male species, the ones that had started back when they'd both discovered boys, along about the middle of seventh grade. "He looked like a nice guy, too."
"I don't think I gave him my number. My mind was kind of on you and Missy that day. We've been so busy I never had time to go back down to Liberty Avenue where I met him." Justin gets up with the baby still attached to the front of him and walks to her crib. "He's probably forgotten all about me by now. And I'm not looking to get into a relationship either. I was just planning on working at the art supply store this summer and drawing a little bit every day to improve my technique before I start at PIFA in the fall. The manager at The Art Mart said I could start on Monday."
When Justin comes back into the living room Daphne is putting on her shoes and taking the key to the mailbox off of its hook. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she says. "I'm gonna check the mail."
Justin opens the sketch pad that's on the coffee table and starts to draw the baby from one of the pictures he has of her on his phone. He doesn't even realize that Daphne has been gone much longer than it would normally take to collect the mail. He is just about to select a second photo to replicate into his sketch book when he hears voices approaching the door to the apartment. Not just Daph's voice...she is talking to someone whose voice is sweetly familiar to him. Someone who fucked him and sucked him and named his daughter a month ago.
"...and it was fucking spruce," Brian is saying to Daphne as she opens the door and walks in first. He doesn't stop his report on the many different names of trees that he's just discovered, thanks to his iphone, as he follows her in. "And when I finally remembered which apartments you guys had been talking about moving into, I found my way over here and there you were out front at the mailboxes."
Justin is virtually paralyzed, sitting in the rocker with his sketchbook, staring at the man he thought he'd never see again. He's towering and tan and wearing Armani suit pants sans jacket, with tie hanging loosley, and Justin can feel his dick in his jeans coming to life.
"Hey." Brian stops the tree nonsense and stands just inside the door when he spots Justin. His lips roll inward and press together.
"Hey," Justin replies. He can't get up due to his rapidly hardening cock. That's okay, though. Brian is coming toward him with an outstretched hand and a look in his eyes that spells relief and desire and comfort all combined together.
"I thought I'd never find you again," Brian half whispers against Justin's ear as he reaches down and pulls Justin out of the chair into a tight embrace. "I've missed you," he says, squeezing tighter.
"Brian..." Justin hugs his captor but has no words to express the surprise he's feeling. That's okay, too. Words are not what Brian's after. Apparently, it's my tonsils, Justin thinks, as Brian's tongue darts around the inside of his mouth and pushes deeply into the back of it. Justin moans involuntarily and blends his body into Brian's. He hasn't come in his pants since he was fifteen, but he thinks he just might when Brian presses his lean thigh into his crotch. He could spend the rest of his life right here in Brian's arms in the middle of this kiss, but Daphne has started to stammer barely coherent phrases.
"Um...Ah...I'll just...I think I hear...I'll just check on the baby."
Brian and Justin part themselves slightly, grinning like kids in a candy store.
"Want to go get a drink?" Brian asks, not sure how much longer he can wait to bury his cock between Justin's ass cheeks.
"Yeah."
Justin can't grab his cigarettes and his keys fast enough. After telling Daphne that he's going out for awhile, and to call him if she needs him for anything, he pulls Brian out the door. "Do you want to take my new car?" he asks. "I just got it last week." Justin points to the blue Ford Explorer that is parked in the space designated for his apartment number.
Brian glances at the car and back to Justin. "Wow, that's a nice ride for someone your age. And big. Aren't most seventeen year olds driving compact cars that are hand me downs from their parents?"
"I turned eighteen last week, came into a large inheritance, and needed something big enough for all the baby gear we're always carting around."
"Oh yeah," Brian says, bending his mind around the reality that is Justin's life. "It must be freaky to have a kid."
Brian's jeep is parked not far from Justin's space and they just keep walking toward it. He unlocks it with the remote on his key chain and they get in. "Hey," Brian says, leaning over into Justin's personal space. "I meant it when I said that I missed you." His mouth is all over Justin's lucious lips, sucking on them noisily before he feels Justin's tongue pushing back on his. A month is a fucking long time to go without kissing anyone, but then again, 'just anyone' isn't who he's been waiting for. He loves the fact that Justin has thrown his arms around his neck and is yanking his body into his own. His cock pulsates and begs to be let free. Justin melts in his mouth and Brian thinks he won't survive the time it will take to get somewhere and fuck his pretty little ass into oblivion.
"Brian," Justin groans into the side of his neck. "You feel..." His hand is drawn down to Brian's lap and he gropes and massages the granite-like bulge that is waiting for him, causing his own hardness to leak profusely in his Levis. How he could have gone a month without this, without Brian, he doesn't know. The heady feeling he gets from knowing that Brian has been looking for him drives him wild.
Brian separates his mouth from Justin's and looks into his eyes while unzipping his fly, grasping his large, hard dick as it juts out. When he bends and takes Justin's cock into his mouth he hears Justin's low moans and gasps filling the jeep.
Justin leans back into the pliant leather seat, losing himself in the sensation of Brian's warm mouth licking and sucking him. Brian's fist begins to knead his dick up and down and he feels Brian's tongue probing into his slit, eating his pre-come. Justin knows he isn't going to last. "Brian..." he tries to warn...but...too late! He's drenching Brian's mouth with long bursts of come and Brian's drinking it down to the last drop. "God!" Justin cries as his fingers play in Brian's hair. "I can't believe how that feels!"
Brian gradually peels his lips from Justin's dick and starts tugging on his jeans. "These have to come off," he says emphatically. "Now." Brian pulls at the top of the offending denim until it bunches around Justin's knees. "Scoot up. I need these off."
Justin lifts up from the seat slightly as Brian rids him of his jeans. Despite having just come down Brian's throat, he thinks he'll die if he doesn't somehow get Brian's cock inside him.
Brian has opened up his suit pants and has slid them down, finally freeing his throbbing dick, and is pushing his seat back as far as it will go. "Straddle me." It isn't a question.
Justin would like nothing more. He deftly turns around and climbs into Brian's lap, their cocks brushing together. Taking both in a firm grip, he begins to stroke them slowly.
"Stop," Brian says after three strokes. "I can't wait. I need to have you. Now." After rolling on the condom that has fallen out of his pocket and reaching behind Justin to spread lube across his hole, Brian circles a finger around Justin's rim and slowly pushes it inside.
Justin wiggles around in Brian's lap, taking a deep breath to keep from coming again so soon. "I want you to fuck me, Brian," he whispers. "Fuck me hard."
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Brian whispers back, extracting his finger from Justin's ass.
Justin feels empty. He rises up on his knees, positioning his hole over Brian's cock and holding onto Brian's headrest to steady himself as he sinks down. He wants to be full. He wants to be full of Brian. Justin lowers himself all the way down, stretching to take Brian's length, and then starts to ride Brian's cock faster and faster as it fills up his emptiness. He makes it scrape his prostate on every downstroke. He thinks he might black out.
"That's it." Brian's voice brings him back to reality. "Fuck yourself on me. Your ass is still so tight. Been saving yourself for me?" Brian's hands are roaming under Justin's tee shirt, pushing it up and rubbing his nipples. When his hands slide around to Justin's back, he starts to lick and gently bite them. "I could fuck you all day, Justin."
Justin feels that Brian's hands have landed on his hips and are now rocking him back and forth. His face is nuzzled between Brian's neck and the headrest as he inhales sharply, the scent of leather bathing his senses. "Leather makes me crazy," he confesses. "I'm gonna come."
"You're into leather?" Brian pumps harder, suddenly more excited. "Come for me."
Justin wiggles around on Brian's stiffness one more time, indulging his kink. "The smell of it...the feel of it on my skin...aaahhh...Brian!"
Justin's dick overflows between them and seconds later Brian tenses up all over and shoots deep into the condom. Each holding fast to the other, they breathe as one. "So you wouldn't mind being tied up with my leather restraints?" Brian laughs after a few minutes. The smile that greets him when he pulls Justin's face up to his is all the answer he needs.
"You said something about a drink?" Justin maneuvers himself carefully off of Brian while Brian holds the condom in place.
"Yeah, I could use a drink." Brian ties off the condom and places it in the small trash bin in the door of the jeep. "I'll take you to my favorite bar. It's down on Liberty Avenue." He wipes at the come stain Justin left on his shirt with napkins from the glove compartment while Justin shinnies back into his jeans.
"You're hard again," Justin says with a gleam in his eye as Brian's dick swells out from his lap. "Can I blow you while you drive?"
Brian knew there was a reason he searched relentlessly for his boy.
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"What do you drink?" Brian has found them a table at Woody's and still can't believe how wonderfully this day has turned out. A mere six hours ago he'd felt doubtful that he'd ever see Justin again. But with a little ingenuity on his part and a little information on Cynthia's part the stars seem to have lined up in his favor once again.
"I'll have whatever you're having." At just eighteen years years old, Justin's drinking days are still ahead of him. Aside from the margaritas he and Daphne had made in the blender whenever their parents weren't home, and the beer he'd bought with his fake I.D., he doesn't have much experience to go on.
"That would be two shots of Jim Beam for starters, with a Michelob Lite chaser?"
"Oh...I guess...just a beer then."
"Coming right up." Brian strides up to the bar and orders from Rick, the bartender he'd fucked in the back room at Babylon a couple of months ago.
"Here you go, Bri." Rick puts Brian's drinks in front of him. "Been to Babylon lately?" he asks expectantly. "I'll be there later, after my shift. Want to meet me there?"
Brian downs his two shots in rapid succession and tosses more than enough money onto the bar. "My name's not Bri and no, I don't want to meet you at Babylon tonight." He gathers the two bottles of beer into his hands and turns away from the bar.
"Oh, okay." Rick still hasn't gotten it. "Maybe another time."
"Don't hold your breath," Brian mumbles, dodging crowds of people on his way back to the table. Shit! He's gone four minutes and Justin's attracting hordes of men. They've flocked to him like white on rice, every one of them dreaming of deflowering his scrumptious ass. "Hey, hey..." he calls out to the masses as he hands a bottle to Justin. "Back off, people. Hands to yourself. He's mine." A few of them leave with no hassle and a couple of them have to be told more sternly, Justin beaming that megawatt smile the whole time.
"That's not helping," Brian tells him, sitting back in his chair after practically kicking a stubborn mule in the shins who'd had the nerve to help himself to the seat Brian had vacated.
"What? What's not helping?" Justin takes a long drink of beer and Brian realizes that he really doesn't know.
"That," Brian gestures toward his face. "Your smile. Your eyes. Your hair."
Justin's alabaster skin begins to redden. He feels his ears getting warm.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are? How absolutely stellar your ass is? Haven't you been hit on like five hundred times in your life so far?"
Justin runs a hand through his hair and gives Brian a sidelong glance. "Brian, I just got out of high school last month. The few guys that were gay at St. James were not my type and most of the other guys who ever checked me out were like old and gross. I got the picture pretty early not to make eye contact with the ones I got the vibe from and to get the hell away from the situation as fast as I could." Justin's beer is nearly gone. He wouldn't mind another.
"Ah...avoidance," Brian says, thankful for the concept and that Justin has used it all these years. "So...you've never had a boyfriend?" A fleeting image of the Brian Kinney that used to exist floats by in Brian's mind's eye. The one who wouldn't have given a rat's ass about the life of any trick he'd ever picked up. The one who didn't know the meaning of the word 'jealousy'. The one who'd never had a possessive bone in his body. "You'd really never let anyone fuck you before that first time with me?" Now Brian is the one whose smile is lighting up the room.
"Nope. Nobody before you. Nobody since then, either," Justin laughs. "I mean until today. In your jeep. Brian, do you realize that you sucked me and fucked me in broad daylight with windows all around us in the parking area of where I live? I just moved in there for Christ's sake. Anybody could have seen the whole thing."
"Fuck, that's what makes it hot." Brian finishes off his beer and clunks his bottle down next to Justin's. He reaches for Justin's hand across the table and pulls him forward until their lips meet in mid air over the empty bottles. Brian cups his other hand around the back of Justin's neck while he takes Justin's tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. Right in the middle of Woody's. Right out where anyone could see. That's what makes it hot.
"Oh my God, Teddy, would you look at that?! It's Brian Kinney sucking face with a trick right in the middle of Woody's! See? I told you he'd resurface. I knew he'd be back for nameless, faceless ass. Although he certainly seems to be liking this one's face."
Here we go, Brian thinks when he hears Emmett's flamboyant, Southern drawl. Time to face the music. Of course, Emmett would be with Theodore...the world's most mundane human being.
"Hi, Bri," they say in stereo. For the second time in ten minutes Brian thinks that his name is not Bri.
"Mind if we join you?" Emmett asks, for no earthly reason at all because he is pulling up a chair and landing his nelly ass into it without so much as pretending to wait for an answer.
Brian has set Justin's tongue free and they are settling back into their chairs when Ted pipes up. "Raiding the preschools these days for tricks?" He pulls a chair up for himself and takes a load off.
Justin skews an eyebrow at Brian, a little put off by the juvenile reference.
"Emmett, Theodore," Brian says, not taking his eyes or his smile from his boy. "This is Justin. He's most definitely not a trick."
Emmett and Ted stutter out hellos, shocked at Brian's behavior.
"Justin," Brian continues, "this is Emmett. He's the biggest gossip Liberty Avenue has ever seen. He's the one to go to if you ever need clothing that screams 'I'm as queer as a three dollar bill', but he's a pretty good social director."
"Hi," Justin says, standing to shake his new acquaintance's hand.
"Why, Brian," Emmett chimes. "You've found yourself a boy with perfect country club manners!"
"Yeah, yeah." Brian cuts off Emily Post. "Justin, this is Theodore, known to some around here as plain old Ted. He's, uh, plain. And old. He's the one to go to if you...if you...need to know about numbers."
"Numbers?" Justin asks as he shakes Ted's hand.
"I'm an accountant," Ted says...plainly.
Brian signals Rick to set them up with another round and tells him to put Ted's and Emmett's drinks on his tab, too. He doesn't say much for awhile, letting Emmett's diarrhea of the mouth run its course. He can't help but feel pleased every time Justin makes points with his witty charm and snippets of youthful tales.
When Ted asks, "So, Justin, what do you do?" Brian almost says, "blows me with the most incredible mouth and lips and tongue I've ever felt...while I'm driving" but doesn't get the chance because Justin is answering for himself.
"Actually, I just graduated from St. James Academy. And I'll be attending the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Art in the fall. I'm going to be an artist. And I just became a dad a month ago. Do you want to see some pictures of my daughter?" He whips out his phone and scrolls down until he gets to the recent ones of Missy. She's starting to smile on a regular basis whenever she hears Justin's voice or he gets into her line of vision, and he has quite a few pictures saved for showing her off.
Emmett and Ted show genuine interest and Brian also leans over to see month old snapshots of the newborn he'd nicknamed. By the time Justin is finished with his teenaged, gay father saga, he has acquired two more friends who feel to him like long lost buddies. Two hours and two more rounds of beer pass before he checks the time. He hasn't been away from Daphne and Missy for this long of an interval since the baby's birth. Brian sees the concern on his face.
"Do you have to be getting back?" he asks Justin, aware that he's never before put the considerations of anyone else ahead of his own immediate wants and needs. Ted and Emmett exchange knowing expressions. Brian Kinney has it bad. For a guy who does happen to be awfully sensational, they think.
Outside of Woody's, Brian sweeps Justin into a full exploration of the inner recesses of his lips and mouth with his daring tongue as they lean comfortably on the hood of his jeep. Their bodies meld together effortlessly, their hands and fingers entwining like vines.
"Oh, look," Brian says when they get into the jeep for the trip back to the suburbs. "I'm hard again."
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"Do you want to come in and say hi to Daph? She usually feeds the baby around six o'clock." Justin looks at his watch and sees that it's almost six-thirty. "Missy will probably still be awake...you won't believe how much bigger she is now than when you saw her right after she was born."
Brian is glad to be invited in. "Uh, sure. I can come in for a little while. Come here." His mouth envelops Justin's right before they get out of the jeep. Justin is starting to like the way Brian always slips a hand around to the nape of his neck and pulls him close when they kiss.
"I've got a room not far from here, you know," Justin says after their dueling tongues and travelling hands threaten to induce another round of parking lot sex. He half laughs as he says it, but Brian thinks a room with a bed sounds great right about now. "Let's go in. Maybe Daphne cooked something."
"Don't tell me you two are living in wedded bliss," Brian churns out as they make their way to Justin's apartment. "Because then I would have to puke all over the place."
Now Justin is laughing outright. "Don't be crazy. We are co-habitating to raise our daughter. Every once in a while one of us will get a wild hair and go into the kitchen and prepare, you know, food or something. You never know when it's gonna happen. It's a good thing Missy eats at the restaurant of Daphne's chest because she's the only one who gets regular meals."
"Sounds like college. I lived with three roommates in a food deprived, chaotic nightmare. And one of them was always eating at the restaurant of his girlfriend's chest."
"No wonder you're gay," Justin reasons with a few shakes of his head. He can hear Missy's cries as he and Brian get closer to the door. "Sounds like she's giving Daphne a hard time."
Missy is clearly not a happy camper. Justin and Brian walk in to find Daphne pacing the living room with the baby propped on her shoulder, trying to soothe her with comforting words and back patting. "Justin! Oh my God! You got fucked again!" Daphne shrieks out the information as soon as she gets a look at him. It's that best friend radar. Hers is razor sharp.
"Jesus, Daphne!" Justin chastizes her as he takes his daughter out of her hands. "Don't say that where she can hear you! You want to damage her for life, or something?" Justin holds Missy up a few inches from his face and reminds her that she is the best little girl in the whole wide world and that he is here now and that she shouldn't give her mother so much sass. When he holds her against his body and resumes the very same back patting technique that Daphne had been using, her cries gradually abate into small gurgles and then dry up altogether.
"It's not like she knows what I'm saying, or anything. You just have that happy, satisfied look to you that says, 'I've been'..."
"Okay, Daph! We get it. You don't have to say it again. It sounds...creepy coming from you."
Brian thinks the three ring circus that he has walked into is indeed very similar to his college days. "Now, now," he quips, "we can't have anybody thinking that Justin and me fucking is creepy, can we?" He sits on the sofa where Daphne has just picked up three baby toys, a baby blanket, and a package of Pampers. "Just wait til Justin starts remarking about your freshly fucked look," he says to her.
She sits in the rocking chair and slips off her sandals. "Right. And we all know how often that happens, don't we? When you get pregnant on your very first time it doesn't leave room for alot of subsequent fucking." Daphne exchanges a quick look with Justin, the irony of why she wanted him to be her first almost comical.
Justin sits on the sofa next to Brian and holds Missy in a sitting position on his lap. She has turned into one big ball of happy now that her daddy has got her, the smile on her face identical to his.
"She really is cute," Brian says, as the baby looks to the sound of his voice. "You guys seem to have this parenting thing down pretty well."
"She likes Justin better than me," Daphne admits with an exaggerated pout.
"Except at meal time," Justin says. "Brian, here, hold her. She keeps staring at you. She likes you." Justin lifts Missy out toward Brian, who isn't sure this is such a good idea.
"I've never held a baby before. I don't even know what to do." Uneasiness stops Brian from taking her. "I can't break her, can I?"
"Just hold your arms like this," Daphne tells him, showing him with her own arms how to make a place for her. Justin puts her inside of Brian's arms and then fishes in his pockets for his phone. He waits until Brian and Missy are looking at each other and then snaps a few shots.
It doesn't even bother Brian and he briefly wonders if that fact should bother him. Kinney's morphed into a pile of mush. He can hear the Liberty Avenue gossip mill now. No doubt Emmett will broadcast his doting on Justin for all the world to see in the middle of Woody's at four o'clock in the afternoon. That right there is going to to shoot the reputation all to hell. Somehow, that doesn't bother him either.
"Hey, Justin, I'm gonna get ready to take her to my mom's for a little while, okay?" Daphne gets up from the rocker and gathers up most of the baby stuff that is littering the area. "My great aunts are going to be over there and my mom called earlier to see if I could bring the baby by for them to see. We won't be gone too long. I don't want to keep her out too late."
Justin and Brian lean into each other sitting on the sofa, making eyes at Missy and getting her to laugh while Daphne is in her room getting ready to leave. When she emerges a short time later, Justin gets up and packs the diaper bag for her and gets Missy's seat for the car. "See," he says to Brian as he takes her back from him and buckles her into it. "You're like a pro already. Just support the back of her head and the rest takes care of itself. She'll let you know if you're doing something wrong."
"Sure thing, Dad," Brian hands her over. "Bye bye, you sweet thing," he says to Missy.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna help Daph get everything in the car. Then I'll give you the grand tour of the place. And see what I mean about food? No one cooks it. Maybe we can order a pizza."
"Or Thai," Brian says.
Justin gives the diaper bag to Daphne and carries Missy in her baby seat out to Daphne's car.
"I was right about Brian," Daphne says. "He's really nice. Is he like your boyfriend or something now?" Justin can tell that she is happy for him and that maybe she wouldn't mind having someone like Brian in her life, after all.
"I like him alot," Justin admits. "I feel some kind of connection with him. His friend, Michael, told me that he doesn't do boyfriends, though, so I'm just gonna take it one day at a time and see what happens. Do you think he really likes me?" Justin kisses Missy's forehead after he straps her seat into Daphne's car, then gently closes the door.
"Justin," Daphne says as she walks around to the driver's side. "He would have run as far away from you as he could get after Missy was born if he didn't like you. You should see the way he looks at you when you're not looking at him. I'd say yes, he likes you."
Justin's skin gets hot and he can't keep the blush away. "I'll see you later. Tell your mom and dad hi for me." Actually, he does know how Brian looks at him. It's hard to explain but he can feel it.
"Brian?" Justin calls out when he sees that the sofa is empty and there's no trace of him within eyesight. Maybe he's running out the back door, as far away from me as he can get, Justin thinks, now that the whole baby thing has become a tangible reality to him. "Brian?"
"In here." Brian's voice echoes down the hall. "I gave myself the tour."
Justin follows his voice to the only place it can be. He stands in the doorway of his bedroom and sees that Brian has not run away at all....and must not be planning to anytime soon since he is butt naked on top of Justin's bed in a state of semi arousal.
"I take it you don't want pizza."
"Not right now. Maybe later. Right now I want you." Brian palms his dick and strokes it slowly.
"God, Brian, do you have any idea how hot you look?" Justin kicks his door closed and promptly strips, not able to keep from licking his lips in anticipation. "I want your cock down my throat," he says as he climbs on all fours toward Brian, never breaking eye contact. His unfettered dick rises. Before he met Brian, such scenarios were only a figment of his overactive imagination, but Brian jerking himself slowly and emitting erotic sound effects is as real as it gets. He crawls up perpendicular to Brian's face and kisses him before licking a hot, wet trail down Brian's chest.
Brian holds his cock upright in his fist and feeds it into Justin's mouth while his other hand reaches out to wrap around Justin's rock hard erection. He jerks Justin a few times with long, squeezing fingers that start at the base of his shaft and finish at the pink, swelled head of Justin's dick. On the third pass he feels his hand and fingers become wet with Justin's pre-come. "I want to taste that," Brian says. "Bring me your dick."
Justin, still sucking Brian down into the back of his throat, making Brian thrash around under him, delivers his oozing cock into Brian's open mouth, letting out a chorus of low moans when Brian's tongue spirals up and down it.
Neither of them can resist the urge to fuck the other's mouth. After several minutes of simultaneous thrusting and sucking, Brian feels Justin caressing his balls aggressively and releases waves of come down his throat. He plays with the outside of Justin's asshole, rubbing small circles over it and pressing his finger on it while his orgasm boils up out of him. Brian is still coming into Justin's mouth when Justin's cock erupts with its own hot liquid, pouring what feels like gallons of it into Brian's waiting mouth.
They gulp each other's come eagerly and then lie spent as the pounding in their chests subsides. When Justin rolls off of Brian he feels Brian reaching for him and rights himself face to face with the amazing man. A host of emotions begin a continuous loop in Justin's mind and he wonders which would be the least offending to voice to someone who doesn't do boyfriends. Ultimately deciding that words could do none of them justice anyway, he goes with draping an arm and a leg over Brian, pressing his semi soft dick into the side of his thigh. It must be the right choice, he thinks, when Brian's arms encircle his body and Brian rests his forehead on the side of his face.
"Promise me you won't disappear on me ever again," Brian is whispering into Justin's mussy, yellow hair. "I was so fucking scared."
"Scared?"
"Of spending my life alone." Brian registers that an alien life form must have taken control of his speech. He tries to remember the last time his former ego has made an appearance and pretty much narrows it down to the night in Babylon when he'd picked up two tricks on the dance floor, anticipating their dual worship. He hears himself wishing that guy a good life and sees the door shutting on him forever as he evaporates into thin air. Shallow fucker, Brian thinks of him now. He admits to liking the replacement much better, even if the replacement is wont to blurting out surprising admissions.
"I didn't disappear," Justin says, dropping soft kisses on the side of Brian's face. "I just had alot of things I had to take care of. And after what Michael told me, I just figured that you were done with me. I mean, the night I had to go the hospital was the second time you fucked me. You were over your quota with me by one." Justin's fingers graze over Brian's chest and idly rub his nipples in circular patterns, first one and then the other, unwittingly taking the sting out of his remarks.
"Quota? What the fuck did Mikey tell you?"
"Well, I guess he was trying to tell me to leave you alone. He said that you don't do boyfriends. And that you're selfish." Justin can hear Brian's best friend telling him to fuck off like it was yesterday. "He said that I should just forget about you."
Brian tightens his arms around Justin, wincing at the characterization.
"You told me yourself that you don't believe in...um...that you only believe in fucking. I had no reason to think he was lying." Justin is still running his fingertips along Brian's highly defined pecs, and tracing the outline of his ribs, aware that if this is only fucking, and nothing more, he might be able to live with it.
Brian bends his face into Justin's and kisses him. No tongue. Just lips pressing upon lips. "I'm sorry," he whispers when he pulls away from the kiss. "I guess I've been somewhat of an asshole for a long time. But meeting you...I...I...don't want to be like that anymore."
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Daphne picks through the left over pizza and zaps a slice in the microwave oven, Missy having fallen asleep in the car on the way home and slumbering peacefully in her crib. When Justin comes out of his room to get a beer and ask after her parents, Daphne sees it immediately. Casually dressed in clean sweats and a tee shirt, barefoot with an unlit cigarette and lighter clutched in his hand, he owns the world.
"So..., Brian...." She looks at Justin and smiles.
"Yeah," he says, grinning like a cheshire cat, "Brian."
"I'm so happy for you, Justin." Daphne hugs him around the neck. "I knew you two just needed a little alone time. He's so perfect for you." She takes her slice of pizza and follows him out onto the small back patio, where he's been smoking to keep the apartment free from pollutants. "Tell me everything! I need to know!"
Justin perches himself on the three foot block wall that separates their patio from their neighbor's and lights his cigarette. "I don't know. He just likes me."
Daphne sits on the chaise lounge that Justin's mother had given them when they moved in. She signals for more details with a waving hand while chewing.
"He'd been looking for me ever since he left the hospital. I didn't think I was that important to him because his friend had told me how he goes through guys as fast as he can, fucking them once and forgetting them." Justin flicks his ashes into the ashtray and smiles. "But he met me and now he wants to stop that shit."
"Oh my God, that's so romantic!" Daphne wipes the grease from her hands, squealing happily.
"You don't think he's too old for me?"
"He doesn't look old. How old is he?"
"Twenty-nine. But you know what? He's never had a boyfriend and that makes him as young as me as far as that goes." Justin stubs out his smoke and slides the patio door open just a little so they can listen for Missy if she cries. "I don't think he acts like he's old at all." Justin's mind wanders to the sexual prowess of Brian Kinney, although that is something he doesn't share with Daphne.
"He's only about the best looking guy I've ever seen, next to you, of course. He just looks a little older than us. When are you gonna see him again? I hope you finally exchanged numbers." Daphne's ability to string multiple sentences together in one breath seems to increase with each passing year. "And he was so cute with Missy."
"Yes, the phone number thing will never be a problem again," Justin laughs at Daph's concern. "When I start work at The Art Mart downtown on Monday we're gonna have lunch together."
"That's four days away! How can you wait that long?!" Daphne reaches for the new cigarette Justin is lighting. He hands it to her but can't refrain from disapproving.
"Only one drag, Daph. You know you shouldn't smoke until you stop breast feeding the baby. Why did we start smoking in high school, anyway?"
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"Morning, Brian." Cynthia hand delivers his triple latte straight onto his desk, hoping to avoid another nonproductive day like the one they'd had yesterday. "Ready to work on the Old Pitt Beer campaign?"
"What took you so long? I've been here since six-thirty. I've got a million and one ideas." Brian pulls the chair facing his desk out for Cynthia to sit in. "We're going to make me ad man of the year! Let's get to brainstorming!" Brian rubs his hands together briskly, straightens his tie, and does a quick shoulder roll. The gleam in his eye is blinding.
Cynthia is caught off guard, to say the least. "You're certainly in a good mood," she says. "More so than usual for a Friday. What happened? Did you fuck the manager of the graduation shop yesterday?"
"Ah, Cynthia, you're always so good with the comic relief. Did I tell you that I recommended you for a raise to Ryder this morning?"
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"Hey, Mikey! You're late. I went ahead and ordered you a beer." Brian has had one shot of J.B. already and is halfway through his Michelob Lite when Michael strolls into Woody's. "How's everything down at the Big Q?"
"Fucked, thanks for asking." Michael pulls up the bar stool beside Brian and sits heavily. "I've had a for shit day. What's wrong with your mouth? Your smile is gonna screw up your face permanently. Cut that shit out." Michael drains his beer bottle and orders another, scowl firmly affixed to his face.
"Christ, you're in a mood," Brian replies. "What's got your panties all in a wad?" His smile bounces back in place after he takes a long drink.
"Fucking Tracy. The girl I work with. She wants me to go out with her after work tomorrow to some breeder bar with some other people we work with. She thinks I'm straight, for fuck's sake!"
Brian is amused. Mikey's always queening out over something. "I keep telling you, you've gotta come out at that stupid store. Just tell them you like cock and get it over with." Brian lights a cigarette and offers one to Michael.
"How long have you known me, Brian? Have you ever seen me smoke a cigarette? What's wrong with you?" Michael shakes his head so vigorously Brian thinks it's going to rattle his brain.
"Sorry, I forgot," Brian puts it back into the pack and shrugs. Michael still can't figure out why he won't quit smiling.
"How long have you been here? Did you get blown in the bathroom again? Is that why you look like a God damned laughing hyena?"
Brian blows four perfectly symmetrical smoke rings into the air above the bar. "Mikey, chill," he tells his uptight friend. "Have another beer. I don't need to get blown in the bathroom."
"Who's the lucky son of a bitch tonight? That leather daddy at the end of the bar? He keeps giving you the eye. I bet he can't wait to bottom for you." Michael cracks a tiny smile, the image of a big, burly ape submitting to Brian too funny to keep in. Then he remembers one of the major reasons he's pissed. "Where the fuck were you last night? I sat in here for an hour and a half waiting for your ass."
Brian is shocked that Emmett's rumor train hasn't reached Mikey's ears yet. He must have been too worried about his Big Q co-workers and their evil plot to get him into a straight bar to talk to Emmett today. "I was here yesterday. It was in the afternoon. I just missed you, that's all." He debates the pros and cons of letting Michael hear from Emmett and Ted about Justin and his elevation to non-trick status. Not a good idea. The cons win by a landslide.
"The afternoon? You took off work to come to Woody's?"
"Of course not. I took off work to look for Justin again. Then when I found him I stayed away from work longer so I could bring him here. We needed a drink." Brian smokes his cigarette and drinks his beer like there's no tomorrow, bracing for the fallout.
"Justin...You're missing work and bringing him to bars in the middle of the afternoon because the two of you need a drink? Isn't there some kind of law against that? Like contributing to the delinquency of a minor or something? What if his mommy finds out?"
Sarcasm. Sarcasm is good. Brian can work with that. "His mommy has cut the apron strings. Realized he's all grown up, what with having his first kid and turning eighteen and all. She recognizes, along with the rest of the world, that he is a legal adult...living on his own and making his own way. He starts his first job on Monday. And he's going to college in the fall.
Michael can only imagine how and why Brian would know this much about Justin. Actually, he doesn't want to know. It was bad enough when Brian couldn't think straight for a month after the spectacle he'd made of himself in Babylon with the teenager and his possessive antics... then searching the city high and low for his little toy like his life depended on it or something. Now he can't stop from grinning like a loon. Michael sees the writing on the wall and doesn't like what he sees one little bit.
"Brian, look. That guy sitting at the table by the window." Michael sets his beer down on the bar and points glaringly at a particularly zealous guy who is salivating at the mouth with lust everytime he dares to look Brian's way. "He's practically undressed and waiting for you. I bet he'd be a great quick fuck out in the alley."
More dumb grinning. With dimples. At something he's thinking about. Not even caring about nameless ass to fuck. Yep, Michael's screwed. Jesus, you think you know someone after fifteen years.
"So...Justin..." Michael feels himself giving in to the inevitable. "He's got a kid?"
Vice Versa Part Three
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Date: 2011-01-04 11:58 am (UTC)From:I really love how this is developing and although you've made Brian *more user friendly* :D he's still got that hard edge about him, so well done there :)
Michael really really needs to get over himself, loved Emmett and Ted, hope to see some more of them.
Daphne is just awesome, no jealously and is so pleased for Justin.
I'm so hooked with this story :)
Oh and nearly forgot, I love that Brian nick named the baby.
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Date: 2011-01-05 05:38 am (UTC)From:Do you think your beta might want to beta for me? My beta doesn't seem to like that I'm writing a anti-Michael fic... What's a writer to do?
Later Sweetheart ~ Kathleen
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Date: 2011-03-22 04:28 pm (UTC)From:Loved how he finally did find him and “Justin is virtually paralyzed.”
"I mean until today. In your jeep. Brian, do you realize that you sucked me and fucked me in broad daylight with windows all around us in the parking area of where I live?” LOL I was wondering when one of them was going to notice that!
It was wonderful the way Brian, accepting that his priorities had changed, said goodbye to that “Shallow fucker.” Annoying Michael finally “giving in to the inevitable” was great!
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