PLAYING FOR KEEPS
Title: Playing for Keeps
Written By: crazy4qaf
Timeline: After 314 and before 401. Here, Michael got back to Pitts with Hunter sooner and not in 401.
Rating: R for language
Warnings: Not Michael friendly.
Summary: What`s really in a word and how exactly did Brian and Justin become partners?
Brian let the doors of the bar close behind him, as he unzipped his jacket. Quick scan of the room and his eyes found its target without any trouble. As he neared his goal, it seemed that Michael and Justin were in the middle of a very heated discussion, although Emmett looked more like a spectator of a tennis match, a half full cosmo sitting loyally in front of him.
‘Missed me?’ A rise of Brian`s right eyebrow.
A quick nod of a blond head followed.
‘Missed my cock?’ Big grin, joined by an innocent blink of bright blue eyes.
Michael groaned into his beer.
“God, you two…Get a damn room!” Emmett laughed softly, as a sudden, completely lame, idea was born inside his mind.
“Oh my God, I know what we can do! Let`s play dare!” A deadly silence was all he got from his friends.
“Come ON, guys! We have been through so much lately. Can`t we just relax a little and have some fun? Where is your sense of adventure?”
Brian rolled his eyes.
“Gone with all my credit cards.” Brian snorted.
“Never had one.” Michael muttered.
“Forgot to bring it with me.” Justin grinned at Emmett.
“Well, you might not be twelve anymore, but you three sure act like it.” Justin sighed.
“Alright, Em. What do you got?” Emmett clapped his hands enthusiastically.
“I have such a perfect dare for you and your squeeze, baby.”
“Emmett, just leave me the fuck out of your schemes. I have too much to do and too little time to do it all in.” Brian added, as his eyes followed a tall, dark and handsome strutting through Woody`s.
“Yeah, as if your neither regions haven`t seen enough action today?” Michael snorted, his eyes following Brian`s. Justin scratched behind his right ear and turned his attention back to Emmett.
“Em, what exactly did you have in mind?”
It was more than obvious that Emmett couldn`t hold his excitement in.
Slowly, Brian turned to Justin and their lips gently touched. For a moment or two, all the noise disappeared around them and nobody else existed. No matter how many times they did that exact thing, Michael always felt too uncomfortable to look. Sometimes, it just felt too much like he was intruding. And maybe, just maybe, there was just a smidge of envy at the easiness two of them displayed, that at times, what he had with Ben seemed almost…lacking. He hated himself for even thinking it, but that`s just the way the cookie crumbled. Suddenly, he felt someone`s hand on his shoulder and he turned. What he saw, quickly pushed all those heavy doubts away.
“Ben! What are you doing here? I though you would be working on your book tonight.”
Ben shook his head in obvious frustration.
“Yeah, but after sitting for two hours in front of the empty page, I decided to cut it short for tonight and join you, guys. So much for planning…”
Ben sighed, as he took his seat beside Michael, his attention pulled to the center of everyone`s attention.
“So, how long have they been in a clinch?”
Emmett managed to turn his head away from the display and grinned.
“Oh, just couple of minutes. I think they`re `bout done now.”
Achingly slow, lovers pulled apart, their eyes refusing to do the same.
When he came out of the daze, Justin`s attention was back on Emmett, who carefully watched the placement of Brian`s hand on the back of the blond`s neck. He couldn`t help but grin inside. The touch, any touch really, was always a must for these two and Emmett imagined that for Brian, it wasn`t even a concious move at this point. His body just seemed to follow its own beat and Justin was the one standing on the finish line of all Brian`s marathons.
“So…the dare, Em?” Emmett took a sip of his cosmo and readjusted on his chair.
“See, back in Hazelhurst, I had this, well, let`s call him *a friend* -…” He air-quoted, causing everybody to groan.
“Shut up!” Emmett protested.
“So one night we were sitting and talking about our lives, future, our dreams and -”
Another groan was heard, followed by the thump of somebody`s forehead against the table top.
“Fucking Christ, Emmett! The dare! Focus!” Emmett sighed and stage-whispered to Justin.
“Boy oh boy…Sweetie, you will sure have your hands full tonight.”
“Promises, promises…” Justin smirked, as he was once again pulled into a kiss.
“Wow. You know, I kind of feel like I`m a part of a menage-of-trois-like car accident. I mean, I want to look away, but no matter how hard I try, it`s right back in front of my face.” Ben commented lightly to Michael, who chose to ignore the whole display and encouraged Emmett to continue.
“Anyway, to make a long story short -”
“Too fucking late for that.” Justin elbowed Brian gently and got a smirk as an answer.
“Well, see, this dare is a little tricky, but I learned a lot from it. Might be as good for you two as it was for me. Who knows… The only thing is, and that might be itty bitty problem for some people, who won`t be named -” he pointedly looked at Brian “you got to be completely monogamous with the one you are with for a week.”
Brian rose an eyebrow, obviously intrigued. Not that he wanted to have any part of it, but he was intrigued nonetheless. A fact he would like to carry to the grave, if he could. Justin spoke again.
“But? What`s the catch?”
“No actual sexual intercourse or blowjobs. Handjobs and everything else above the waist is allowed. Except the…you know…penetration. If nothing else, it`s bound to add a little spice to your *relationship*…” he stage-whispered the last word. “If you manage to resist the temptation.”
“And if not?” Emmett shrugged at Ben`s question.
“No harm done.” He paused then continued, while looking at Brian through it all.
“It`s not like you`d have to bottom in the backroom of Babylon or anything.” Brian rolled his eyes and glanced away, a hand on Justin`s neck clenching just a little.
“It`s like a game and you two like playing games, right?” He grinned at Justin.
“So, you up to it?” Brian sneered at the question.
“I`m always up…to it, Honeycutt.”
“Up to the challenge, Kinney. And don`t call me Honeycutt.” Finally, Michael couldn`t keep quite anymore.
“Oh come on, Brian! As if you two could go without fucking each other`s brains out for a fucking week. You wouldn`t endure two days of draught. I mean, face it, it`s all you two ever do together. You aren`t anything like me and Ben.”
Justin watched for Brian`s reaction, because if he knew Brian at all, that reaction was just waiting beneath the surface. Noone dares Brian like this and stays alive to tell the story, unless Brian wants him to. It just isn`t done.
“You know what, Mikey? Let us decide what we can and can not endure, ok? And for a dare -”
He pointedly looked at Emmett.
“We are up to it. Aren`t we, Sunshine?” Justin was just about to shrug away, but decided against it and nodded instead. Somehow, he simply knew his ass will pay for this all down the road. Oh well…He did his best to hold the grin inside. Some sacrifices were definitely more than worth the work.
“And when do we start? Tomorrow?” Emmett nodded.
“Sure. I guess you better use tonight wisely, huh… ” Justin groaned and buried his face in his hands. Shit, they were so fucked. And not in a positive, life-affirming way.
***
Day One
Brian groaned as something hard and unyielding hit him square in the chest. He squinted at Justin`s hand and before he managed to blink, a blond head followed with a leg, joining the offending limb. Lazily, his fingers ran up the smooth back and soon, he was combing his fingers through blond locks. A small, satisfied moan was all the permission he needed. His mouth descended lightly on Justin`s, who was still half asleep, but miraculously had absolutely no trouble moving his tongue in rhythm with Brian`s. Brian rolled him on his back, his hands trailing down Justin`s sides, his lips on Justin`s still…gentle and slight. Almost too gentle for Justin`s taste.
“More.” Justin whispered, rolling them over. He felt Brian palm his half hard member in his hand and adjusted, letting Brian` naked cock settle in the cleft of his ass. A feral grin hit his face as he slowly started to move. Suddenly, Brian`s eyes grew wide. He tried to pull from under Justin, but Justin refused to let him.
“What?” Brian just shook his head.
“The dare.” Justin looked at him, confusion on his face evident.
“What about it?”
“Well, we can`t fuck for a week.” Justin rose his eyebrow in a completely Brianesque manner.
“You are not actually serious, right? Please, don`t tell me you`ll go along with this stupid, childish dare.” Brian shrugged and lit a cigarette, as he rolled on his stomach and refused to look at Justin.
“Brian, please, tell me you are fucking with me. You can`t be serious about this. I mean, fucking is what we do best.” And it was out of his mouth before he even realized. Brian glanced at him and pointed at him with the cigarette, an emotion there in Brians eyes that Justin has very rarely seen. Complete and utter, almost childish, insecurity.
“Exactly. Is that really the life you want?” With me. Justin sat silently beside him on the bed.
“Besides, I have to do this. Need to. For myself. Because, what if that`s all I`m -” Justin shook his head, while his hand gently smoothed down Brian`s back.
“Brian, you`re wrong. You are so much more.” Brian shrugged again.
“Yeah, well, I don`t feel like it.” He mumbled into the pillow, hoping Justin wouldn`t hear him. No such luck.
“Alright, who are you and what have you done to the real Brian Kinney?”
Brian turned at him with a goofy grin and pushed half-heartedly at his knee.
“Shut up! You know, I`m not completely retarded. I know…stuff.” Justin returned the grin.
“Stuff, huh? What kind of…stuff? Is mechanics of sliding a part A into part B one of your talents? Because if you remember that particular lesson, considering your advanced age, I wouldn`t particularly mind the display of your skills, Mr. Kinney. ” Brian groaned and glanced at the bright, blond boy at his side.
“Fuck. You`re gonna be the death of me. You know that, right?” Justin`s clear laugh bounced off the walls of the loft, as their lips met in a tender kiss.
***
Day Two
Twenty four hours, 6 handjobs and one frottage session later, they sat around the table in Woody`s, both silently nursing their beers. To both of them, it seemed like they were in a constant state of arousal. The truth was, and he had trouble admitting it even to himself, he wouldn`t have any problems resisting all those nameless, faceless tricks. After awhile, all of them looked and felt the same to him anyway. The real trick, no pun intended, was resisting Justin and that was easier said than done. Especially because everytime he glanced his way, he saw that ‘come hither’ look of his. Or perhaps it was all in his mind and if that was the case, he was in bigger problems than he even imagined. He watched Justin lick the icing off the edge of his empty bottle and groaned under his breath. Justin glanced at him, just as he looked away.
“Hey Justin, want another beer?” Ben asked, after he realized that Michael sat there completely oblivious to everything, while he chatted to Emmett. Justin nodded and offered his bottle for Ben to take it back to the bar and accidentally, his arm touched Brian`s. The speed at each of them pulled away from the touch would make anybody`s head spin. They refused to meet the other`s eyes, sullenly listening to Michael and Emmett talk. Finally, almost an hour later, Emmett couldn`t stand the silence anymore.
“So, how is everything progressing?”
“Fine.” A simultaneous murmur came from them both.
“Any epiphanies yet?”
“Nope.” Annoyed mumble answered his question.
“Uh ok. Um, guys, you up for Babylon tonight?”
“Gotta get up early.”
“Gotta meet my mom in the morning.”
Yet another simultaneous murmur met his ears. He was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with these two.
“Oh, ok then. Will we see you two tomorrow then?” Brian shrugged as he grabbed his jacket, waiting few seconds for Justin to catch up with him.
“Perhaps, perhaps not. Anyway, buh-bye boys.” He threw over his shoulder as he drag Justin out the door in obvious hurry. What they were about to do was anyone`s guess.
***
Day Three
Justin rolled over to Brian`s side of the bed, expecting to slip inside his arms, but all he found was a bundled up duvet, thrown away in obvious frustration. He sighed, just as he heard the loft door slide open, followed by a very familiar mutter.
‘Stupid, overachieving twinks and their bubble butts…’
The doors slid closed with a thump and Justin closed his eyes and grinned impishly. The last thought that ran through his mind before he fell back asleep was…Now that Brian was jobless, what were the odds exactly of Brian ever finding another Cynthia? What indeed…
***
Day Four
Brian glared at his cell after it rang for the fifth time in as many minutes.
“What, Michael??” Other side stayed silent for a moment, causing Brian to roll his eyes and try another approach.
“Michael, what do you need? I am trying to do some work here.” But nothing could stop Michael.
“But Brian, now that you are home, we cold spend some time together like we used to.”
Brian resisted throwing his cell across the loft.
“Michael, I`m not a spring break. I can`t just sit at home and count my blessings. To be honest, there aren`t many of those at the moment.”
“Brian, let Justin cover the expenses for now. You can kick back a little and enjoy your freedom. After all, you have been paying for -” Brian decided that it was as good time as any to end this particular conversation, because no matter how many times they walked down this road, Michael just didn`t seemed to have any idea how exactly things between him and Justin really worked. Well, there were times he himself would have liked to know the same thing, but fortunately, those kind of moments were really rare these days.
“Mikey, listen…I`ll talk to you later, ok? I think I hear the loft door open. I gotta go.” With a push of the button, there was finally silence in the loft once again. That lasted exactly two minutes, when his cell rang one more time.
“Yeah?”
“Brian, I`m on my way home now. Want me to bring something to eat? 'Cause I`m pretty sure there isn`t anything but bottled water in the fridge.”
Justin`s voice caressed his already highly sensitized skin like only a lover did and he groaned when he felt his cock hardening. Fucking great. Just what he needed. Yet another reason to invision what he tried to stay away from for the last four days. He cupped himself slowly and bit down his lip. Hard.
“Um, not really hungry, Sunshine. Get whatever you want, alright? I`ll see you soon…”
He heard a deep sigh on the other end.
“Sure, Brian. Soon.”
Frustrated as hell, he threw his cell on the sofa. It was soon followed by his black wifebeater and his jeans, as he trailed in the general direction of the bathroom. It seemed that yet another jerking off session was in order. The things he did for blond twinks…
***
Day Five
Brian tried to concentrate on the tv screen, as he waited for Justin to get out of the shower and get ready for Babylon. Completely disinterested, he jumped from channel to , showing no mercy or intention of ever stopping on anything particular. Finally, Justin decided to grace him with his presence. His hazel eyes spied the blond as he searched for his underwear in the drawer. He watched as droplets of water kept trickling down Justin`s back, making his pale skin seem almost translucent in the scarcely lit bedroom. The way his muscles moved beneath that skin right to the cleft of his ass, as he dropped the towel to the floor to pull his boxers on, made him wish he wasn`t stupid enough to enter this whole dare in the first place.
Fuck! So much for wishful thinking…God, how he wanted to be buried in that as right now…Well, when this whole fiasco ended, he planned to lock them inside the loft for a month anyway. Yeah, that`s it. Justin turned solemnly to him and grinned innocently. Shit, he was fucking doing all of this on purpose! Fucking twink…Well, that was just plain mean.
Hurriedly, he jumped from the sofa, his eyes already on the new target, his best friend Jim Beam. Fuck.
He really needed that fucking drink.
***
Day Six
Securely wrapped inside the duvet, Justin watched in silence as Brian butt-naked paced through the living room, a glass of beam in one hand, a cigarette in another, mumbling to himself the whole time. As his eyes continued to follow Brian`s ass as he paced a hole in the floor, he grabbed his cell and wrote a short message to Daphne.
‘Daph, can you meet me tomorrow at 10 am in the diner?Please?’
***
Day Seven
The Liberty diner, 10:15 AM
“Daph, this dare is making him all kinds of crazy. I mean, last night he was pacing butt-naked through the loft, all likered up and muttering to himself for hours. I`m telling you, I can`t wait for this whole thing to be over, cause he`s seriously starting to freak me out. I just need to stir clear from him before something blunt and dangerous hits me in the head. Oh and you so wouldn`t believe how sore my ass is.”
Daphne`s eyes grew wide.
“What? But, I thought there was no sex allowed.” Justin grinned, naughty glint in his eyes.
“Depends on what you define as sex. Thank God for Brian`s toychest. I swear he managed to find a completely new use for each and every toy in there.” He winked at his best friend.
Daphne giggled in amusement. She grabbed a fry off Justin`s plate, her eyes shining at his words.
“You know, judging by what you told me of the last seven days, you`re not a saint either, mister. You just love to provoke him. Admit it.”
A small grin slowly lit his entire face.
“Yeah, that does have its own values.”
Their laughter spread through the diner like a wild fire and next thing they knew, Deb was standing beside their table.
“Sunshine, what crawled up your significant other`s ass and died? He`s been queening out all over the place lately. Well, more than usual.” She laughed at her own joke.
Justin bit his lip, trying to hold the laughter inside, that was just dying to get out and get him in trouble.
“Brian is about to learn a very valuable lesson.”
“Oh Sunshine…” Deb couldn`t stop laughing when Justin grinned. She fucking knew it right from that first night. The moment Sunshine entered Brian`s life, things changed and thank God they did, because if anyone deserved some happiness in their life, it`s Brian. She threw her last glance at the pair in the booth. Yeah, good things come to those that wait. Even if they have no idea that they`ve been waiting.
*
Later that day in Babylon
Emmett stood with a drink beside Michael and Ben. Their complete attention was on the dance floor, where Justin`s face was buried in Brian`s neck, his pink tongue following a trail up to the man`s pulse point. Brian`s eyes were closed in obvious pleasure, as his arms held the smaller body as close as humanely possible. They grinded slowly to some trippy song, not even caring that they were the center of everyone`s attention. That just wasn`t important. They were all they really needed and fuck the rest of the world. Emmett knew that.
“You think the dare worked?” Ben asked Emmett, when Michael turned around to order them another round of drinks. Emmett smiled wisely, a particular light in his eyes.
“If I know either of them at all, it should. A small push in the right direction is all that`s needed sometimes.” He winked conspiratorily at Ben.
Yeah, Ben always liked Emmett Honeycutt. He liked him a lot. He threw one more look on the dance floor, where Brian was kissing Justin`s lips with all he had in him, while his hands slowly caressed the small of his back underneath his shirt.
Their rhythm seemed like a routine to everyone around them, but to them it was so much more. That dance said so much more to the world about who they were and what they meant to each other. How deep their commitment really was for each other. And no other explanations were needed.
Brian leaned into Justin`s space and gently licked the shell of his ear, whispering softly.
“You know what, Sunshine? Screw the dare. I fucking love plowing your ass for hours and I plan to show it to you later.”
Justin grinned wide at him and drawled. “And I love my ass to be plowed by you, partner.” For a longest second ever, Justin half expected his ass to be left sitting in the middle of Babylon. But like so many times before, Brian suprised him.
“A partner, huh? So does that mean that you`ll cover the half of the expanses for our condoms and lube? Because believe me, those can get pretty enormous.” Justin scratched the back of his head, his smile, if possible, getting even bigger.
“Sure. Now...exactly how big was that cock you were flashing at me earlier tonight?” And in a blink of an eye, he was trailing behind Brian toward the exit, his hand secured in Brian`s. Once outside the Babylon, Brian once more pulled Justin close, his arms around his lover`s waist.
“If you show me yours, I`ll show you mine, Sunshine. Think you can handle that?” Justin cupped Brian`s package gently.
“Well, I`ll certainly try. And if I fail, I`ll try it again. And again.”
“Really? How come?”
“Why, haven`t you ever heard? Practice makes perfect and you know what a perfectionist I am.” Brian laughed.
“Sunshine, I am a stickler for details. Not you.”
“Oh well…I guess I`ll just have to work twice as hard to catch up with you.” Justin winked.
“Yes, you will, Sunshine. Yes, you will.”
And as Brian watched him smile so happily, so…sincerely like this, he thanked God for getting bored with a blowjob three years ago. Because, as insignificant as it sounds, for him it made all the difference in the world.
THE END
Written By: crazy4qaf
Timeline: After 314 and before 401. Here, Michael got back to Pitts with Hunter sooner and not in 401.
Rating: R for language
Warnings: Not Michael friendly.
Summary: What`s really in a word and how exactly did Brian and Justin become partners?
Brian let the doors of the bar close behind him, as he unzipped his jacket. Quick scan of the room and his eyes found its target without any trouble. As he neared his goal, it seemed that Michael and Justin were in the middle of a very heated discussion, although Emmett looked more like a spectator of a tennis match, a half full cosmo sitting loyally in front of him.
‘Missed me?’ A rise of Brian`s right eyebrow.
A quick nod of a blond head followed.
‘Missed my cock?’ Big grin, joined by an innocent blink of bright blue eyes.
Michael groaned into his beer.
“God, you two…Get a damn room!” Emmett laughed softly, as a sudden, completely lame, idea was born inside his mind.
“Oh my God, I know what we can do! Let`s play dare!” A deadly silence was all he got from his friends.
“Come ON, guys! We have been through so much lately. Can`t we just relax a little and have some fun? Where is your sense of adventure?”
Brian rolled his eyes.
“Gone with all my credit cards.” Brian snorted.
“Never had one.” Michael muttered.
“Forgot to bring it with me.” Justin grinned at Emmett.
“Well, you might not be twelve anymore, but you three sure act like it.” Justin sighed.
“Alright, Em. What do you got?” Emmett clapped his hands enthusiastically.
“I have such a perfect dare for you and your squeeze, baby.”
“Emmett, just leave me the fuck out of your schemes. I have too much to do and too little time to do it all in.” Brian added, as his eyes followed a tall, dark and handsome strutting through Woody`s.
“Yeah, as if your neither regions haven`t seen enough action today?” Michael snorted, his eyes following Brian`s. Justin scratched behind his right ear and turned his attention back to Emmett.
“Em, what exactly did you have in mind?”
It was more than obvious that Emmett couldn`t hold his excitement in.
Slowly, Brian turned to Justin and their lips gently touched. For a moment or two, all the noise disappeared around them and nobody else existed. No matter how many times they did that exact thing, Michael always felt too uncomfortable to look. Sometimes, it just felt too much like he was intruding. And maybe, just maybe, there was just a smidge of envy at the easiness two of them displayed, that at times, what he had with Ben seemed almost…lacking. He hated himself for even thinking it, but that`s just the way the cookie crumbled. Suddenly, he felt someone`s hand on his shoulder and he turned. What he saw, quickly pushed all those heavy doubts away.
“Ben! What are you doing here? I though you would be working on your book tonight.”
Ben shook his head in obvious frustration.
“Yeah, but after sitting for two hours in front of the empty page, I decided to cut it short for tonight and join you, guys. So much for planning…”
Ben sighed, as he took his seat beside Michael, his attention pulled to the center of everyone`s attention.
“So, how long have they been in a clinch?”
Emmett managed to turn his head away from the display and grinned.
“Oh, just couple of minutes. I think they`re `bout done now.”
Achingly slow, lovers pulled apart, their eyes refusing to do the same.
When he came out of the daze, Justin`s attention was back on Emmett, who carefully watched the placement of Brian`s hand on the back of the blond`s neck. He couldn`t help but grin inside. The touch, any touch really, was always a must for these two and Emmett imagined that for Brian, it wasn`t even a concious move at this point. His body just seemed to follow its own beat and Justin was the one standing on the finish line of all Brian`s marathons.
“So…the dare, Em?” Emmett took a sip of his cosmo and readjusted on his chair.
“See, back in Hazelhurst, I had this, well, let`s call him *a friend* -…” He air-quoted, causing everybody to groan.
“Shut up!” Emmett protested.
“So one night we were sitting and talking about our lives, future, our dreams and -”
Another groan was heard, followed by the thump of somebody`s forehead against the table top.
“Fucking Christ, Emmett! The dare! Focus!” Emmett sighed and stage-whispered to Justin.
“Boy oh boy…Sweetie, you will sure have your hands full tonight.”
“Promises, promises…” Justin smirked, as he was once again pulled into a kiss.
“Wow. You know, I kind of feel like I`m a part of a menage-of-trois-like car accident. I mean, I want to look away, but no matter how hard I try, it`s right back in front of my face.” Ben commented lightly to Michael, who chose to ignore the whole display and encouraged Emmett to continue.
“Anyway, to make a long story short -”
“Too fucking late for that.” Justin elbowed Brian gently and got a smirk as an answer.
“Well, see, this dare is a little tricky, but I learned a lot from it. Might be as good for you two as it was for me. Who knows… The only thing is, and that might be itty bitty problem for some people, who won`t be named -” he pointedly looked at Brian “you got to be completely monogamous with the one you are with for a week.”
Brian rose an eyebrow, obviously intrigued. Not that he wanted to have any part of it, but he was intrigued nonetheless. A fact he would like to carry to the grave, if he could. Justin spoke again.
“But? What`s the catch?”
“No actual sexual intercourse or blowjobs. Handjobs and everything else above the waist is allowed. Except the…you know…penetration. If nothing else, it`s bound to add a little spice to your *relationship*…” he stage-whispered the last word. “If you manage to resist the temptation.”
“And if not?” Emmett shrugged at Ben`s question.
“No harm done.” He paused then continued, while looking at Brian through it all.
“It`s not like you`d have to bottom in the backroom of Babylon or anything.” Brian rolled his eyes and glanced away, a hand on Justin`s neck clenching just a little.
“It`s like a game and you two like playing games, right?” He grinned at Justin.
“So, you up to it?” Brian sneered at the question.
“I`m always up…to it, Honeycutt.”
“Up to the challenge, Kinney. And don`t call me Honeycutt.” Finally, Michael couldn`t keep quite anymore.
“Oh come on, Brian! As if you two could go without fucking each other`s brains out for a fucking week. You wouldn`t endure two days of draught. I mean, face it, it`s all you two ever do together. You aren`t anything like me and Ben.”
Justin watched for Brian`s reaction, because if he knew Brian at all, that reaction was just waiting beneath the surface. Noone dares Brian like this and stays alive to tell the story, unless Brian wants him to. It just isn`t done.
“You know what, Mikey? Let us decide what we can and can not endure, ok? And for a dare -”
He pointedly looked at Emmett.
“We are up to it. Aren`t we, Sunshine?” Justin was just about to shrug away, but decided against it and nodded instead. Somehow, he simply knew his ass will pay for this all down the road. Oh well…He did his best to hold the grin inside. Some sacrifices were definitely more than worth the work.
“And when do we start? Tomorrow?” Emmett nodded.
“Sure. I guess you better use tonight wisely, huh… ” Justin groaned and buried his face in his hands. Shit, they were so fucked. And not in a positive, life-affirming way.
***
Day One
Brian groaned as something hard and unyielding hit him square in the chest. He squinted at Justin`s hand and before he managed to blink, a blond head followed with a leg, joining the offending limb. Lazily, his fingers ran up the smooth back and soon, he was combing his fingers through blond locks. A small, satisfied moan was all the permission he needed. His mouth descended lightly on Justin`s, who was still half asleep, but miraculously had absolutely no trouble moving his tongue in rhythm with Brian`s. Brian rolled him on his back, his hands trailing down Justin`s sides, his lips on Justin`s still…gentle and slight. Almost too gentle for Justin`s taste.
“More.” Justin whispered, rolling them over. He felt Brian palm his half hard member in his hand and adjusted, letting Brian` naked cock settle in the cleft of his ass. A feral grin hit his face as he slowly started to move. Suddenly, Brian`s eyes grew wide. He tried to pull from under Justin, but Justin refused to let him.
“What?” Brian just shook his head.
“The dare.” Justin looked at him, confusion on his face evident.
“What about it?”
“Well, we can`t fuck for a week.” Justin rose his eyebrow in a completely Brianesque manner.
“You are not actually serious, right? Please, don`t tell me you`ll go along with this stupid, childish dare.” Brian shrugged and lit a cigarette, as he rolled on his stomach and refused to look at Justin.
“Brian, please, tell me you are fucking with me. You can`t be serious about this. I mean, fucking is what we do best.” And it was out of his mouth before he even realized. Brian glanced at him and pointed at him with the cigarette, an emotion there in Brians eyes that Justin has very rarely seen. Complete and utter, almost childish, insecurity.
“Exactly. Is that really the life you want?” With me. Justin sat silently beside him on the bed.
“Besides, I have to do this. Need to. For myself. Because, what if that`s all I`m -” Justin shook his head, while his hand gently smoothed down Brian`s back.
“Brian, you`re wrong. You are so much more.” Brian shrugged again.
“Yeah, well, I don`t feel like it.” He mumbled into the pillow, hoping Justin wouldn`t hear him. No such luck.
“Alright, who are you and what have you done to the real Brian Kinney?”
Brian turned at him with a goofy grin and pushed half-heartedly at his knee.
“Shut up! You know, I`m not completely retarded. I know…stuff.” Justin returned the grin.
“Stuff, huh? What kind of…stuff? Is mechanics of sliding a part A into part B one of your talents? Because if you remember that particular lesson, considering your advanced age, I wouldn`t particularly mind the display of your skills, Mr. Kinney. ” Brian groaned and glanced at the bright, blond boy at his side.
“Fuck. You`re gonna be the death of me. You know that, right?” Justin`s clear laugh bounced off the walls of the loft, as their lips met in a tender kiss.
***
Day Two
Twenty four hours, 6 handjobs and one frottage session later, they sat around the table in Woody`s, both silently nursing their beers. To both of them, it seemed like they were in a constant state of arousal. The truth was, and he had trouble admitting it even to himself, he wouldn`t have any problems resisting all those nameless, faceless tricks. After awhile, all of them looked and felt the same to him anyway. The real trick, no pun intended, was resisting Justin and that was easier said than done. Especially because everytime he glanced his way, he saw that ‘come hither’ look of his. Or perhaps it was all in his mind and if that was the case, he was in bigger problems than he even imagined. He watched Justin lick the icing off the edge of his empty bottle and groaned under his breath. Justin glanced at him, just as he looked away.
“Hey Justin, want another beer?” Ben asked, after he realized that Michael sat there completely oblivious to everything, while he chatted to Emmett. Justin nodded and offered his bottle for Ben to take it back to the bar and accidentally, his arm touched Brian`s. The speed at each of them pulled away from the touch would make anybody`s head spin. They refused to meet the other`s eyes, sullenly listening to Michael and Emmett talk. Finally, almost an hour later, Emmett couldn`t stand the silence anymore.
“So, how is everything progressing?”
“Fine.” A simultaneous murmur came from them both.
“Any epiphanies yet?”
“Nope.” Annoyed mumble answered his question.
“Uh ok. Um, guys, you up for Babylon tonight?”
“Gotta get up early.”
“Gotta meet my mom in the morning.”
Yet another simultaneous murmur met his ears. He was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with these two.
“Oh, ok then. Will we see you two tomorrow then?” Brian shrugged as he grabbed his jacket, waiting few seconds for Justin to catch up with him.
“Perhaps, perhaps not. Anyway, buh-bye boys.” He threw over his shoulder as he drag Justin out the door in obvious hurry. What they were about to do was anyone`s guess.
***
Day Three
Justin rolled over to Brian`s side of the bed, expecting to slip inside his arms, but all he found was a bundled up duvet, thrown away in obvious frustration. He sighed, just as he heard the loft door slide open, followed by a very familiar mutter.
‘Stupid, overachieving twinks and their bubble butts…’
The doors slid closed with a thump and Justin closed his eyes and grinned impishly. The last thought that ran through his mind before he fell back asleep was…Now that Brian was jobless, what were the odds exactly of Brian ever finding another Cynthia? What indeed…
***
Day Four
Brian glared at his cell after it rang for the fifth time in as many minutes.
“What, Michael??” Other side stayed silent for a moment, causing Brian to roll his eyes and try another approach.
“Michael, what do you need? I am trying to do some work here.” But nothing could stop Michael.
“But Brian, now that you are home, we cold spend some time together like we used to.”
Brian resisted throwing his cell across the loft.
“Michael, I`m not a spring break. I can`t just sit at home and count my blessings. To be honest, there aren`t many of those at the moment.”
“Brian, let Justin cover the expenses for now. You can kick back a little and enjoy your freedom. After all, you have been paying for -” Brian decided that it was as good time as any to end this particular conversation, because no matter how many times they walked down this road, Michael just didn`t seemed to have any idea how exactly things between him and Justin really worked. Well, there were times he himself would have liked to know the same thing, but fortunately, those kind of moments were really rare these days.
“Mikey, listen…I`ll talk to you later, ok? I think I hear the loft door open. I gotta go.” With a push of the button, there was finally silence in the loft once again. That lasted exactly two minutes, when his cell rang one more time.
“Yeah?”
“Brian, I`m on my way home now. Want me to bring something to eat? 'Cause I`m pretty sure there isn`t anything but bottled water in the fridge.”
Justin`s voice caressed his already highly sensitized skin like only a lover did and he groaned when he felt his cock hardening. Fucking great. Just what he needed. Yet another reason to invision what he tried to stay away from for the last four days. He cupped himself slowly and bit down his lip. Hard.
“Um, not really hungry, Sunshine. Get whatever you want, alright? I`ll see you soon…”
He heard a deep sigh on the other end.
“Sure, Brian. Soon.”
Frustrated as hell, he threw his cell on the sofa. It was soon followed by his black wifebeater and his jeans, as he trailed in the general direction of the bathroom. It seemed that yet another jerking off session was in order. The things he did for blond twinks…
***
Day Five
Brian tried to concentrate on the tv screen, as he waited for Justin to get out of the shower and get ready for Babylon. Completely disinterested, he jumped from channel to , showing no mercy or intention of ever stopping on anything particular. Finally, Justin decided to grace him with his presence. His hazel eyes spied the blond as he searched for his underwear in the drawer. He watched as droplets of water kept trickling down Justin`s back, making his pale skin seem almost translucent in the scarcely lit bedroom. The way his muscles moved beneath that skin right to the cleft of his ass, as he dropped the towel to the floor to pull his boxers on, made him wish he wasn`t stupid enough to enter this whole dare in the first place.
Fuck! So much for wishful thinking…God, how he wanted to be buried in that as right now…Well, when this whole fiasco ended, he planned to lock them inside the loft for a month anyway. Yeah, that`s it. Justin turned solemnly to him and grinned innocently. Shit, he was fucking doing all of this on purpose! Fucking twink…Well, that was just plain mean.
Hurriedly, he jumped from the sofa, his eyes already on the new target, his best friend Jim Beam. Fuck.
He really needed that fucking drink.
***
Day Six
Securely wrapped inside the duvet, Justin watched in silence as Brian butt-naked paced through the living room, a glass of beam in one hand, a cigarette in another, mumbling to himself the whole time. As his eyes continued to follow Brian`s ass as he paced a hole in the floor, he grabbed his cell and wrote a short message to Daphne.
‘Daph, can you meet me tomorrow at 10 am in the diner?Please?’
***
Day Seven
The Liberty diner, 10:15 AM
“Daph, this dare is making him all kinds of crazy. I mean, last night he was pacing butt-naked through the loft, all likered up and muttering to himself for hours. I`m telling you, I can`t wait for this whole thing to be over, cause he`s seriously starting to freak me out. I just need to stir clear from him before something blunt and dangerous hits me in the head. Oh and you so wouldn`t believe how sore my ass is.”
Daphne`s eyes grew wide.
“What? But, I thought there was no sex allowed.” Justin grinned, naughty glint in his eyes.
“Depends on what you define as sex. Thank God for Brian`s toychest. I swear he managed to find a completely new use for each and every toy in there.” He winked at his best friend.
Daphne giggled in amusement. She grabbed a fry off Justin`s plate, her eyes shining at his words.
“You know, judging by what you told me of the last seven days, you`re not a saint either, mister. You just love to provoke him. Admit it.”
A small grin slowly lit his entire face.
“Yeah, that does have its own values.”
Their laughter spread through the diner like a wild fire and next thing they knew, Deb was standing beside their table.
“Sunshine, what crawled up your significant other`s ass and died? He`s been queening out all over the place lately. Well, more than usual.” She laughed at her own joke.
Justin bit his lip, trying to hold the laughter inside, that was just dying to get out and get him in trouble.
“Brian is about to learn a very valuable lesson.”
“Oh Sunshine…” Deb couldn`t stop laughing when Justin grinned. She fucking knew it right from that first night. The moment Sunshine entered Brian`s life, things changed and thank God they did, because if anyone deserved some happiness in their life, it`s Brian. She threw her last glance at the pair in the booth. Yeah, good things come to those that wait. Even if they have no idea that they`ve been waiting.
*
Later that day in Babylon
Emmett stood with a drink beside Michael and Ben. Their complete attention was on the dance floor, where Justin`s face was buried in Brian`s neck, his pink tongue following a trail up to the man`s pulse point. Brian`s eyes were closed in obvious pleasure, as his arms held the smaller body as close as humanely possible. They grinded slowly to some trippy song, not even caring that they were the center of everyone`s attention. That just wasn`t important. They were all they really needed and fuck the rest of the world. Emmett knew that.
“You think the dare worked?” Ben asked Emmett, when Michael turned around to order them another round of drinks. Emmett smiled wisely, a particular light in his eyes.
“If I know either of them at all, it should. A small push in the right direction is all that`s needed sometimes.” He winked conspiratorily at Ben.
Yeah, Ben always liked Emmett Honeycutt. He liked him a lot. He threw one more look on the dance floor, where Brian was kissing Justin`s lips with all he had in him, while his hands slowly caressed the small of his back underneath his shirt.
Their rhythm seemed like a routine to everyone around them, but to them it was so much more. That dance said so much more to the world about who they were and what they meant to each other. How deep their commitment really was for each other. And no other explanations were needed.
Brian leaned into Justin`s space and gently licked the shell of his ear, whispering softly.
“You know what, Sunshine? Screw the dare. I fucking love plowing your ass for hours and I plan to show it to you later.”
Justin grinned wide at him and drawled. “And I love my ass to be plowed by you, partner.” For a longest second ever, Justin half expected his ass to be left sitting in the middle of Babylon. But like so many times before, Brian suprised him.
“A partner, huh? So does that mean that you`ll cover the half of the expanses for our condoms and lube? Because believe me, those can get pretty enormous.” Justin scratched the back of his head, his smile, if possible, getting even bigger.
“Sure. Now...exactly how big was that cock you were flashing at me earlier tonight?” And in a blink of an eye, he was trailing behind Brian toward the exit, his hand secured in Brian`s. Once outside the Babylon, Brian once more pulled Justin close, his arms around his lover`s waist.
“If you show me yours, I`ll show you mine, Sunshine. Think you can handle that?” Justin cupped Brian`s package gently.
“Well, I`ll certainly try. And if I fail, I`ll try it again. And again.”
“Really? How come?”
“Why, haven`t you ever heard? Practice makes perfect and you know what a perfectionist I am.” Brian laughed.
“Sunshine, I am a stickler for details. Not you.”
“Oh well…I guess I`ll just have to work twice as hard to catch up with you.” Justin winked.
“Yes, you will, Sunshine. Yes, you will.”
And as Brian watched him smile so happily, so…sincerely like this, he thanked God for getting bored with a blowjob three years ago. Because, as insignificant as it sounds, for him it made all the difference in the world.
THE END