Mechanical Michelangelo part 42
FOURTY TWO Lover’s Spit
Justin heaved over the toilet, this mornings forced breakfast coming back with a vengeance. There was a knock on the door and he ignored it at first, hoping whoever it was would go away.
His stomach churned again and he leaned over the bowl until all he was bringing up was stomach acids. He reached up for some toilet roll and wiped his mouth, before slouching back down on the floor.
“Justin? Are you OK? Let me in.” Brian rattled the door handle enough for him to worry about the safety of Deb’s bathroom door.
Still feeling light headed he pulled himself up and unlatched the door, Brian slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
“You OK?” He stared at Justin’s sweaty forehead and resisted the urge to feel for a fever.
Justin shook his head and closed his eyes. “No, I’m not alright.” He could feel the tears form behind his eyelids, he tried to will them away, he’d done enough crying in front of Brian, he had to be strong, even if he did feel like breaking down.
He took a deep breath, got himself under control and opened his eyes. They were glistening with unshed tears, but at least they hadn’t fallen yet, until they trickled down his cheek they could be ignored.
“When things got tough before, I just picked myself up, tried to make it better. I don’t know how to do that now.” Justin folded his arms around himself. “All the other times I had one constant. My art. Now I don’t have that, I feel lost, more than lost.” He raised his eyes to Brian. “I feel dead inside.”
Brian’s face contorted in pain at Justin’s admission. He took a step closer to the blond and pulled him into the warmth of his own body, holding him until Justin unfolded his arms and placed them on Brian’s waist.
“You won, Justin.” Brian murmured into Justin’s hair.
Justin pulled back enough to look up at Brian. “Did I? Did I really? Because it doesn’t feel like it. I’d give it all up if I could have my arm back in working order.”
“You’ll do it.”
Justin wasn’t so sure, even if he regained most of his motor skills, would it be enough to tattoo? It took a skilled precision and a steady hand more akin to a surgeon than a painter, who could be free with his paintbrush, happy to experiment and joyful over mistakes turned good.
Tattooing wasn’t like that, he couldn’t afford for his hand to start shaking, to twitch. He would not only be ruining art, he’d be ruining somebody’s skin, something that would be hard to undo.
“Are you ready to come out of hiding?” Brian asked, rubbing small circles on Justin’s back.
Justin glared at the locked door and the masses of people on the other side. “I don’t know most of them.”
“You know Deb; she got excited and invited everyone back for a celebration party in your honour.”
Justin sighed, knowing he should feel happy, grateful that Deb cared so much, grateful that so many strangers cared too. He could still feel the shock as he saw people pile into the court room, all wearing familiar black wife beaters bearing Mechanical Michelangelo logo.
It took away the bone shaking fear of setting eyes on Chris Hobbs for the first time since the attack.
The wife beaters showed off bare flesh, skin that was marked with unusual designs in an array of different colours. Justin remembered most of the tattoos, even if he didn’t remember the people.
It was amazing how much more confident he felt with a room full of strangers on his side.
It was a subtle show of support, one that probably went by unnoticed by Chris Hobbs, but not by Justin, who saw the thought and effort put in by a group of strangers, so they wouldn’t look outrageous, but at the same time would show unbending support in him and his career.
“Do you want to leave?”
Justin nodded, relief evident on his face. As nice as it was for everyone to support him and want to celebrate he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that Chris would come out of the group of strangers and attack him again.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Justin reached round Brian and unlocked the door, opening it and following the noise back down to the living room and kitchen.
The downstairs of Deb’s tiny house was filled to the brim of people laughing, drinking and eating, celebrating for him.
It made Justin smile, made him wish he could be part of that, could feel the victory like they did, but for him it was a slim victory, what he wanted wasn’t possible. Going back in time and preventing it from happening was as impossible as Chris feeling sorry for what he had done.
No, Chris’ only sorrow was getting caught, getting put behind bars and having to pay the weak little fag compensation.
He spotted his mom in the corner talking to Vic and made his way over. Brian followed, his hand on the small of Justin’s back, giving him strength to walk through the crowd of people and talk to his mother.
“Justin!” She spotted him and beamed. “Do you want a drink? I’ll get you one…”
Justin put his hand out to stop her, he didn’t bother explaining that he couldn’t mix alcohol with his pills. “No it’s alright, I’ve had enough, I just came over to tell you I’m heading off.”
Her smile wavered and Justin hated how it made him feel guilty.
“He’s beat, he’s going to get some sleep before therapy tomorrow.” Brian put in.
“Of course, you need to be in top form for tomorrow.” She hugged Justin, unaware of the stiffness in the set of his shoulders. “I’m proud of you baby.”
He pulled himself out of her arms and gave her a strained smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell everyone thanks for coming, will you?” She nodded and Justin turned away, following Brian, but stopping as he spotted Mel and Lindsey.
They stopped talking as he walked towards them, both giving him huge grins, their smiles were infectious and he grinned back, kissing Linz on the cheek and then hugging Mel tightly. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled away, looking back at Linz. “You got yourself a kick as lawyer there.”
Smiling at Brian, he allowed the older man to lead him out into the night.
***
Justin woke up feeling fuzzy, he shook his head, hating the way the drugs made him feel. He padded over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a few gulps before he spotted Brian working at the computer in the dark.
“Working in the dark is bad for your eyes.” He said, leaning down and pressing his cheek to Brian’s,
“Not working, just surfing.” Brian turned his head and captured Justin’s lips with his own. “Feeling better?” Brian stood up, rolling the kinks out of his shoulders and took the bottle of water from Justin’s hand, swallowing the dregs left inside.
Justin’s eyes dilated as he watched, there was just something so sexual watching Brian drink from his bottle, putting his lips where his had been.
“Justin...” Brian moaned, watching as Justin took the empty bottle from him and placed it on the computer desk. He traced the older man’s cheek, feeling stubble tickle his sensitive fingertips.
Frowning as the gloves took away some of the sensation, he used his teeth to rip the Velcro apart and eased them over his hands, letting them drop to the floor. He cupped Brian’s cheek, happy now he could feel the warmth of Brian’s skin seep into his palm.
Brian placed his hand over Justin’s capturing it against him, and turned his face sideways, until his lips brushed Justin’s hand. He darted his tongue out and licked a strip of skin, making Justin moan as the moist heat shot electrical currents up his arm and down into his cock.
Justin let out a deep, shuddering breath, stepping flush against Brian until he felt the other man’s hardness pressing against him. He swallowed the unnecessary fear that tried to spill out, over him and concentrated on the feel of Brian, the scent that was his alone.
Expensive shampoo and subtle aftershave mixed with the smell of tobacco, it was comforting, it was hot and it made him hard. He bought both hands up and around Brian’s neck, purposely threading his right hand through silken brunette strands of hair.
“I want you inside me,” Justin murmured, smiling as he felt the tension leave Brian’s body.
Brian gathered him close, and dipped his head, taking Justin’s mouth with his in a deep, long drawn out kiss.
Justin clenched his fingers in Brian’s hair, letting the sadness of weakened fingers fly over him with each breath Brian breathed into their kiss.
They made it to the bed and both undressed quietly, each watching the other. Justin smiled as Brian crawled onto the bed, and climbed on after him with much less finesse.
Brian kissed him again, short, shallow kisses that drove him wild. He felt as if his heart had started to beat in time to each kiss, until he changed the pace, faster, deeper.
Any worries Justin may have had disappeared as Brian took his time kissing him, kissing away the stress of the day and the sadness that came with it.
Justin moved his hips, crying out as his erection brushed against Brian’s thigh, he pumped his hips again and Brian trailed a hand down his chest to his hip, stopping his actions.
Crying into Brian’s mouth in frustration, Justin yanked at Brian’s hair, annoyed it had no affect on him. Shifting under the taller man slightly, he was able to brush his thigh against Brian’s erection, causing Brian to pause and pull away from their kiss.
Justin looked up into eyes dilated with lust and hopefully, something more. He reached down, grasping Brian’s cock, pumping slowly, making Brian’s breath hitch.
“I want you inside me.” He repeated. He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want anything between them. He wouldn’t let anything else spoil this, spoil whatever could be between them.
Brian reached over him and dropped a condom and lubrication between Justin’s spread legs. He leaned down and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of Justin’s cock before opening the condom and rolling it over his own erection.
Justin grasped his wrist before he opened the small tube of lube and Brian stilled, looking up at him with worry etched over his face. Justin bit his swollen lips, shredding pieces of skin between his teeth. “Just-go slow,” he finally managed.
Brian squirted the cool liquid onto his fingers and circled Justin’s hole with it. “Like the first time.” He pressed a finger inside, taking his time preparing him, brushing against his prostate.
Neither admitted that this was as different from the first time as they could get.
This was more than sex.
Brian covered his cock quickly with the left over lube and pulled Justin’s legs high up on his waist, positioning himself at his hole and pressing inside slowly.
This was more than a one night stand, and even though no words were spoken, even though they would both deny it in the harsh light of day, it was love.
Justin heaved over the toilet, this mornings forced breakfast coming back with a vengeance. There was a knock on the door and he ignored it at first, hoping whoever it was would go away.
His stomach churned again and he leaned over the bowl until all he was bringing up was stomach acids. He reached up for some toilet roll and wiped his mouth, before slouching back down on the floor.
“Justin? Are you OK? Let me in.” Brian rattled the door handle enough for him to worry about the safety of Deb’s bathroom door.
Still feeling light headed he pulled himself up and unlatched the door, Brian slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
“You OK?” He stared at Justin’s sweaty forehead and resisted the urge to feel for a fever.
Justin shook his head and closed his eyes. “No, I’m not alright.” He could feel the tears form behind his eyelids, he tried to will them away, he’d done enough crying in front of Brian, he had to be strong, even if he did feel like breaking down.
He took a deep breath, got himself under control and opened his eyes. They were glistening with unshed tears, but at least they hadn’t fallen yet, until they trickled down his cheek they could be ignored.
“When things got tough before, I just picked myself up, tried to make it better. I don’t know how to do that now.” Justin folded his arms around himself. “All the other times I had one constant. My art. Now I don’t have that, I feel lost, more than lost.” He raised his eyes to Brian. “I feel dead inside.”
Brian’s face contorted in pain at Justin’s admission. He took a step closer to the blond and pulled him into the warmth of his own body, holding him until Justin unfolded his arms and placed them on Brian’s waist.
“You won, Justin.” Brian murmured into Justin’s hair.
Justin pulled back enough to look up at Brian. “Did I? Did I really? Because it doesn’t feel like it. I’d give it all up if I could have my arm back in working order.”
“You’ll do it.”
Justin wasn’t so sure, even if he regained most of his motor skills, would it be enough to tattoo? It took a skilled precision and a steady hand more akin to a surgeon than a painter, who could be free with his paintbrush, happy to experiment and joyful over mistakes turned good.
Tattooing wasn’t like that, he couldn’t afford for his hand to start shaking, to twitch. He would not only be ruining art, he’d be ruining somebody’s skin, something that would be hard to undo.
“Are you ready to come out of hiding?” Brian asked, rubbing small circles on Justin’s back.
Justin glared at the locked door and the masses of people on the other side. “I don’t know most of them.”
“You know Deb; she got excited and invited everyone back for a celebration party in your honour.”
Justin sighed, knowing he should feel happy, grateful that Deb cared so much, grateful that so many strangers cared too. He could still feel the shock as he saw people pile into the court room, all wearing familiar black wife beaters bearing Mechanical Michelangelo logo.
It took away the bone shaking fear of setting eyes on Chris Hobbs for the first time since the attack.
The wife beaters showed off bare flesh, skin that was marked with unusual designs in an array of different colours. Justin remembered most of the tattoos, even if he didn’t remember the people.
It was amazing how much more confident he felt with a room full of strangers on his side.
It was a subtle show of support, one that probably went by unnoticed by Chris Hobbs, but not by Justin, who saw the thought and effort put in by a group of strangers, so they wouldn’t look outrageous, but at the same time would show unbending support in him and his career.
“Do you want to leave?”
Justin nodded, relief evident on his face. As nice as it was for everyone to support him and want to celebrate he couldn’t get rid of the feeling that Chris would come out of the group of strangers and attack him again.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Justin reached round Brian and unlocked the door, opening it and following the noise back down to the living room and kitchen.
The downstairs of Deb’s tiny house was filled to the brim of people laughing, drinking and eating, celebrating for him.
It made Justin smile, made him wish he could be part of that, could feel the victory like they did, but for him it was a slim victory, what he wanted wasn’t possible. Going back in time and preventing it from happening was as impossible as Chris feeling sorry for what he had done.
No, Chris’ only sorrow was getting caught, getting put behind bars and having to pay the weak little fag compensation.
He spotted his mom in the corner talking to Vic and made his way over. Brian followed, his hand on the small of Justin’s back, giving him strength to walk through the crowd of people and talk to his mother.
“Justin!” She spotted him and beamed. “Do you want a drink? I’ll get you one…”
Justin put his hand out to stop her, he didn’t bother explaining that he couldn’t mix alcohol with his pills. “No it’s alright, I’ve had enough, I just came over to tell you I’m heading off.”
Her smile wavered and Justin hated how it made him feel guilty.
“He’s beat, he’s going to get some sleep before therapy tomorrow.” Brian put in.
“Of course, you need to be in top form for tomorrow.” She hugged Justin, unaware of the stiffness in the set of his shoulders. “I’m proud of you baby.”
He pulled himself out of her arms and gave her a strained smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell everyone thanks for coming, will you?” She nodded and Justin turned away, following Brian, but stopping as he spotted Mel and Lindsey.
They stopped talking as he walked towards them, both giving him huge grins, their smiles were infectious and he grinned back, kissing Linz on the cheek and then hugging Mel tightly. “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled away, looking back at Linz. “You got yourself a kick as lawyer there.”
Smiling at Brian, he allowed the older man to lead him out into the night.
***
Justin woke up feeling fuzzy, he shook his head, hating the way the drugs made him feel. He padded over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a few gulps before he spotted Brian working at the computer in the dark.
“Working in the dark is bad for your eyes.” He said, leaning down and pressing his cheek to Brian’s,
“Not working, just surfing.” Brian turned his head and captured Justin’s lips with his own. “Feeling better?” Brian stood up, rolling the kinks out of his shoulders and took the bottle of water from Justin’s hand, swallowing the dregs left inside.
Justin’s eyes dilated as he watched, there was just something so sexual watching Brian drink from his bottle, putting his lips where his had been.
“Justin...” Brian moaned, watching as Justin took the empty bottle from him and placed it on the computer desk. He traced the older man’s cheek, feeling stubble tickle his sensitive fingertips.
Frowning as the gloves took away some of the sensation, he used his teeth to rip the Velcro apart and eased them over his hands, letting them drop to the floor. He cupped Brian’s cheek, happy now he could feel the warmth of Brian’s skin seep into his palm.
Brian placed his hand over Justin’s capturing it against him, and turned his face sideways, until his lips brushed Justin’s hand. He darted his tongue out and licked a strip of skin, making Justin moan as the moist heat shot electrical currents up his arm and down into his cock.
Justin let out a deep, shuddering breath, stepping flush against Brian until he felt the other man’s hardness pressing against him. He swallowed the unnecessary fear that tried to spill out, over him and concentrated on the feel of Brian, the scent that was his alone.
Expensive shampoo and subtle aftershave mixed with the smell of tobacco, it was comforting, it was hot and it made him hard. He bought both hands up and around Brian’s neck, purposely threading his right hand through silken brunette strands of hair.
“I want you inside me,” Justin murmured, smiling as he felt the tension leave Brian’s body.
Brian gathered him close, and dipped his head, taking Justin’s mouth with his in a deep, long drawn out kiss.
Justin clenched his fingers in Brian’s hair, letting the sadness of weakened fingers fly over him with each breath Brian breathed into their kiss.
They made it to the bed and both undressed quietly, each watching the other. Justin smiled as Brian crawled onto the bed, and climbed on after him with much less finesse.
Brian kissed him again, short, shallow kisses that drove him wild. He felt as if his heart had started to beat in time to each kiss, until he changed the pace, faster, deeper.
Any worries Justin may have had disappeared as Brian took his time kissing him, kissing away the stress of the day and the sadness that came with it.
Justin moved his hips, crying out as his erection brushed against Brian’s thigh, he pumped his hips again and Brian trailed a hand down his chest to his hip, stopping his actions.
Crying into Brian’s mouth in frustration, Justin yanked at Brian’s hair, annoyed it had no affect on him. Shifting under the taller man slightly, he was able to brush his thigh against Brian’s erection, causing Brian to pause and pull away from their kiss.
Justin looked up into eyes dilated with lust and hopefully, something more. He reached down, grasping Brian’s cock, pumping slowly, making Brian’s breath hitch.
“I want you inside me.” He repeated. He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want anything between them. He wouldn’t let anything else spoil this, spoil whatever could be between them.
Brian reached over him and dropped a condom and lubrication between Justin’s spread legs. He leaned down and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of Justin’s cock before opening the condom and rolling it over his own erection.
Justin grasped his wrist before he opened the small tube of lube and Brian stilled, looking up at him with worry etched over his face. Justin bit his swollen lips, shredding pieces of skin between his teeth. “Just-go slow,” he finally managed.
Brian squirted the cool liquid onto his fingers and circled Justin’s hole with it. “Like the first time.” He pressed a finger inside, taking his time preparing him, brushing against his prostate.
Neither admitted that this was as different from the first time as they could get.
This was more than sex.
Brian covered his cock quickly with the left over lube and pulled Justin’s legs high up on his waist, positioning himself at his hole and pressing inside slowly.
This was more than a one night stand, and even though no words were spoken, even though they would both deny it in the harsh light of day, it was love.