Mechanical Michelangelo part 43
FORTY THREE War Paint
Justin’s skin was drawn tightly over his face, and his lips were a tight line as he fought not to panic. He held his body stiff, eyes scanning every strange person that walked past them.
He didn’t want to be here, surrounded by so many strange people, but he wasn’t going to let his friends leave without a proper goodbye. They’d stayed in the Pitts for a long time, helping him in his recovery and he’d do this for them, even if he could do little else.
Brian stood so close their arms brushed together as they walked. Justin refused to reach for his hand and hold on for dear life, instead he tried to pay attention as Cam chattered.
He was going to miss that chatter, he was going to miss how Cam instantly knew what was wrong and how to make him feel better.
Cam placed a tender hand on Justin’s arm, pulling his attention back to the present. “I could stick around if you wanted me to.”
Justin shook his head, knowing he had to get through this alone, he glanced at Brian, or relatively alone, “You’d lose your job.”
“I could get another job.”
“You worked hard for that job, we worked hard for our life in New York, I’m not letting you throw that away, Cam, you can just keep it warm for when I come back.”
“I will, baby.”
“And you’ve always got a gob at Michelangelo’s, you know that don’t you?” Bren raised his eyebrow, dark eyes piercing into Justin’s, willing him to understand.
“I know, you’ve already told me that.” Justin gave a strained smile, knowing that, if he couldn’t go back to tattooing, there would be no way he could work at Mechanical Michelangelo’s again, it would be just too painful.
“I’ll send your tattoo kit here, and you can practice.” Bren sounded ever the teacher, but Justin wasn’t so sure he’d do as he was told. He was scared to draw, scared to tattoo, in case he couldn’t do it anymore.
There was a comfort zone in not knowing, and he wanted to stay there a little longer. Not knowing either way was better than trying and knowing he couldn’t draw, let alone tattoo any longer. He could dream this way.
Debbie had insisted on coming along to see her two new boys off and as a result it ended in a little family outing, one even Michael had come along to.
“Cam, Bren, you know I’ll look after our little lost sheep.” Emmett sniffed. “You just take care of yourself in New York, you hear?”
Cam smiled; a slow smile only reserved for friends and wiggled his eyebrows. “You come and visit us in New York; you can share my bed anytime.”
Emmett laughed and fluttered his eyelashes as he hugged Cameron tightly before moving onto Bren and kissing the gruff man on the cheek.
Michael’s eyes almost popped out of his head at their easy banter, he hadn’t realised Cam and Emmett were such good friends, he stared at them intently, wondering if there was anything more between them. He couldn’t imagine Cam would go for such an overtly camp guy.
“It’s time for us to check in,” Bren said, breaking the party up. He gave Justin a hug, neither caring as passers by turned to watch two heavily tattooed men hold on to each other tightly.
Eventually pulling away, Bren looked at Brian and gave a very Brian-like smirk. He held out his hand, and Brian only hesitated for a second before shaking it. “Look after him, don’t make me come back down here and kick your ass.”
“Scout’s honour.”
***
Justin sat cross legged, watching Brian as he pushed back his Italian sofa and moved the coffee table, placing old newspaper over the floor. “I think your new decorating sucks.” Justin commented.
Brian looked up, giving him the finger as he spread out more paper. “I’m not taking any chances.” Once a large area of the floor was covered and old sheets were placed on the sofa, Brian placed five tubs of brightly coloured paints on the floor.
“Daddy, you done yet?” Gus pulled his pant leg and looked up, wide eyed, bottom lip trembling just slightly.
“Yeah, we’re done now, Sonny Boy.”
“Yes!” Gus ran over to Justin, climbing on the bed and grabbing the huge pieces of blank paper he’d given Justin earlier to look after. He placed them over the newspaper and watched eagerly as Brian poured the primary coloured paint onto paper plates.
“Come on Jus.” Gus said as he started to take off his trousers and t-shirt.
Brian looked up at his lover and smirked. “Yeah come on Jus.” He too pulled off his jeans and socks, leaving him clad in only his boxers and a t-shirt.
Justin laughed at the sight father and son posed, both clad in shorts and almost matching tees. His fingers itched to paint the image, wanting to transfer it to canvas, immortalise Brian Kinney as no other saw him.
This was a side of Brian, Justin had never seen, relaxed and comfortable, without attitude or fear. It was a side Gus seemed comfortable with though, and that made Justin smile.
“Get your ass down here, Sunshine.” Brian called out as he held onto his son’s hand, helping him balance as the little boy put his feet into the paint.
“Look at me, I’m painting with my feet.” Gus looked up proudly and Justin couldn’t resist the temptation anymore. He stripped off his sweats and joined the two men.
“You do hands, Jus.” Gus said as he stomped over the paper.
“Which colour should I use?”
“Green.”
“There isn’t a green, Gus.” Brian said.
“As long as Brian isn’t afraid of a little mixing, we can do green.” Justin quickly coated his hand with blue and smeared yellow over the top.
“It’s magic. Mommy makes paint magic too.”
Justin pressed his hands to the paper, either side of Gus’s feet. “Your daddy is awfully white isn’t he, Gus?”
“Don’t you dare,” Brian warned.
“Then get on your hands and knees,” Justin smirked and placed a finger in bright red paint.
“You wish, Sunshine,” Brian said, getting to his knees anyway, and placing his hands in two different colours.
“You paint me, Jus,” Gus demanded.
“You want me to paint you?” Justin raised an eyebrow.
Gus nodded and took hold of Justin’s hand, his little fingers tracing the tattoos that adorned his skin. “I want cars, and cats.”
Justin looked at Brian, who shrugged. “It’s none toxic paint, it couldn’t hurt.”
“OK, you sit on your daddy’s lap and I’ll turn your arm into a racing track.” Justin drew crude blue and red cars chasing each other up Gus’s arms. His artistic eye cringed at the lack of technique, but his heart felt lighter.
“I look just like you!” Gus grinned at Justin and he couldn’t help but grin back.
The hours passed quickly and Lindsey walked in, astonished at seeing Brian, Justin and Gus covered in poster paints. Brian usually managed to stay as clean as a whistle on these father-son afternoons, but not this time.
Dry paint flaked from his skin, and Lindsey had to stand and watch as the father of her son put his hand in some paint and smeared it on the paper, then up his arms. “You boys having fun?”
Three identical expressions looked up at her. Gus tried to run to her, but Brian held on. “You don’t want to get paint on Mommy.”
“See my cars?” He pointed to his arms, which look pretty much smeared in paint to her.
“I see them, sweetie. “We should get you cleaned up for dinner.”
“I’ll take him.” Brian said, standing up. “Wash your feet off in the water, Gus, so we don’t get it on the floor.”
Justin looked at Lindz and rolled his eyes. “He’s as anal as ever.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever complained about me being too anal.” Brian looked at him knowingly, as he wiped the paint off his own feet.
“Only you would make a kid wash his feet to take a shower.”
Brian made short work of showering the paint away, handing a clean, only slightly damp Gus back to Lindz. His son safely with his mother, Brian turned around, surprised to see Justin lying on the newspaper, amidst their paintings, still covered in smears of poster paints, the colours mixing and drying over his skin.
Lindsey left quietly, unable to stop the smile that spread over her face as she watched Brian watch Justin.
Justin let his fingertips play with the paint, enjoying the feel of the thick substance, it was something he’d denied himself for a long time.
It took him a while to realise Gus had gone. He opened one eye and saw Brian, a strange expression on his face.
“I like painting with your son.”
Brian knotted the towel around his waist and knelt down. “I like painting with you.” Unable to resist he dipped a finger into the paint that had somehow collected in Justin’s bellybutton. He pushed the paint outwards, fascinated at the effect of paint on skin, on tattoo.
Justin clasped Brian’s wrist, stilling his movements. There eyes met, pupils dilating. His hand moved up Brian’s strong arm, smearing paint over his recently cleaned skin.
Leaning down over the paint splattered man, Brian kissed him, dipping his tongue the moist cavern of his mouth.
Justin moved his hand up to Brian’s shoulder, clutching tightly, pulling himself as close to Brian as his weak arm would let him.
The towel slipped down Brian’s hips as he pressed Justin back down onto the paper. The paint splattered t-shirt covering Justin’s torso was quickly pulled over his head, revealing pale skin decorated in delicate black inks, a decoration Brian thought he would never come to enjoy, but found himself unable to look away, unable to stop himself touching, and tasting.
He didn’t know how he managed to get paint onto his lips, it wasn’t on purpose, of that he was sure, but Justin’s lean chest became the canvas for kiss shaped prints as he moved his way down between his pecs and down to the waist band of his boxers.
The paint on his hands had already dried at this point, and with a glint in his eye Brian pressed his hand into the mostly blue paint and slipped his hand inside Justin’s shorts.
The blond man groaned as the cool, thick paint engulfed his straining erection, his hands pulling the hairs at the back of Brian’s neck, coating them in thick red goop. He arched his hips as Brian pulled his boxers down his thighs, happy to be free of them, happy to have Brian’s hand clasped around his erection, teasing him.
“We can’t do this on top of your son’s painting,” Justin said against Brian’s lips.
“Fuck the painting.” Brian deepened the kiss as his grip became stronger, making Justin thrust up and into his touch.
“You know he’ll be back tomorrow asking for it,” Justin managed to reply in between thrusts,
Brian stopped briefly, his hand still, but wrapped around Justin’s cock as if it was the only place to be. Pulling Justin up and off the painting wasn’t Brian Kinney’s most graceful of moves, but it got him what he wanted.
Justin’s paint slicked back came in contact with polished wooden floor and he grinned as Brian bent over him to kiss him hard. His back pushed into the hard floorboards was not a new position, but it had never felt so good, he could feel the paint trickle down his spine and fill the grooves of the floor as Brian pushed him further down.
The hand playing with Justin’s cock quickly massaged his balls and reached for the puckered opening below.
The brain cell that still worked made Justin stop him, lust filled eyes searched Brian’s face. “Paint is not a good lubricant.”
Brian smirked and pushed his tongue into his cheek. “But it’s none toxic.”
“None toxic or not, you’re not using it to make way for your dick.”
Brian rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching over Justin to the bowl of water he’d placed there earlier for Gus. He plunged his hand into the tepid water until the paint disappeared.
Wiggling his clean digits at Justin he placed them in the crack of Justin’s ass, the water making the blond shiver and his cock pulse with need.
Brian disappeared long enough to find a condom, his feet slipping on the wooden floors, leaving large footprints as he went. He returned quickly, pulling Justin’s legs over his shoulders.
Justin leaned up, trying to reach Brian’s lips as the other man’s fingers stretched him open. Brian pushed into him he leaned in closer, letting the younger man get a taste of his paint tinted lips.
Justin loved the texture of paint on moist skin, paint flaking and transferring to his own kiss-swollen lips, dissolving on his tongue.
Brian rotated his hips, his latex covered cock running circles around Justin’s clenching pucker. He thrust forward slightly, barely pressing inside before pulling back out and rubbing his erection down the crack of Justin’s ass.
Justin pulled at Brian’s hair. “No teasing.” Justin demanded, thrusting down to meet Brian’s cock.
The head of his cock disappeared inside of Justin and Brian sat up, suddenly fascinated as he watched Justin’s ass swallow him whole. He felt his balls tighten and he groaned, trying to halt his orgasm.
Justin refused to let him, he circled Brian’s cock with his thumb and forefinger, clenching quickly as Brian thrust inside him. He left his hand there as their bodies joined, feeling the friction as their bodies slid together, as Brian disappeared inside him until there was no room between either one of them.
His eyes rolled back in his head as Brian thrust against his prostate, and his toes tingled, until they curled uselessly, heels digging into Brian’s shoulders. He could feel his ass clench around Brian, his fingers feeling every move, every twitch, hitch and the tell tale signs of orgasm.
Brian thrust hard, and Justin’s paint smeared skin sent them both skidding along the floor, but neither cared as Brian gripped Justin’s thighs and pulled him higher, the talented blond’s fingers massaging Brian’s balls as he pushed into him.
With a strangled gasp Brian thrust up sharply, losing his balance and falling on top of Justin, his cock pulsing and spilling its seed until he was spent.
Justin’s skin was drawn tightly over his face, and his lips were a tight line as he fought not to panic. He held his body stiff, eyes scanning every strange person that walked past them.
He didn’t want to be here, surrounded by so many strange people, but he wasn’t going to let his friends leave without a proper goodbye. They’d stayed in the Pitts for a long time, helping him in his recovery and he’d do this for them, even if he could do little else.
Brian stood so close their arms brushed together as they walked. Justin refused to reach for his hand and hold on for dear life, instead he tried to pay attention as Cam chattered.
He was going to miss that chatter, he was going to miss how Cam instantly knew what was wrong and how to make him feel better.
Cam placed a tender hand on Justin’s arm, pulling his attention back to the present. “I could stick around if you wanted me to.”
Justin shook his head, knowing he had to get through this alone, he glanced at Brian, or relatively alone, “You’d lose your job.”
“I could get another job.”
“You worked hard for that job, we worked hard for our life in New York, I’m not letting you throw that away, Cam, you can just keep it warm for when I come back.”
“I will, baby.”
“And you’ve always got a gob at Michelangelo’s, you know that don’t you?” Bren raised his eyebrow, dark eyes piercing into Justin’s, willing him to understand.
“I know, you’ve already told me that.” Justin gave a strained smile, knowing that, if he couldn’t go back to tattooing, there would be no way he could work at Mechanical Michelangelo’s again, it would be just too painful.
“I’ll send your tattoo kit here, and you can practice.” Bren sounded ever the teacher, but Justin wasn’t so sure he’d do as he was told. He was scared to draw, scared to tattoo, in case he couldn’t do it anymore.
There was a comfort zone in not knowing, and he wanted to stay there a little longer. Not knowing either way was better than trying and knowing he couldn’t draw, let alone tattoo any longer. He could dream this way.
Debbie had insisted on coming along to see her two new boys off and as a result it ended in a little family outing, one even Michael had come along to.
“Cam, Bren, you know I’ll look after our little lost sheep.” Emmett sniffed. “You just take care of yourself in New York, you hear?”
Cam smiled; a slow smile only reserved for friends and wiggled his eyebrows. “You come and visit us in New York; you can share my bed anytime.”
Emmett laughed and fluttered his eyelashes as he hugged Cameron tightly before moving onto Bren and kissing the gruff man on the cheek.
Michael’s eyes almost popped out of his head at their easy banter, he hadn’t realised Cam and Emmett were such good friends, he stared at them intently, wondering if there was anything more between them. He couldn’t imagine Cam would go for such an overtly camp guy.
“It’s time for us to check in,” Bren said, breaking the party up. He gave Justin a hug, neither caring as passers by turned to watch two heavily tattooed men hold on to each other tightly.
Eventually pulling away, Bren looked at Brian and gave a very Brian-like smirk. He held out his hand, and Brian only hesitated for a second before shaking it. “Look after him, don’t make me come back down here and kick your ass.”
“Scout’s honour.”
***
Justin sat cross legged, watching Brian as he pushed back his Italian sofa and moved the coffee table, placing old newspaper over the floor. “I think your new decorating sucks.” Justin commented.
Brian looked up, giving him the finger as he spread out more paper. “I’m not taking any chances.” Once a large area of the floor was covered and old sheets were placed on the sofa, Brian placed five tubs of brightly coloured paints on the floor.
“Daddy, you done yet?” Gus pulled his pant leg and looked up, wide eyed, bottom lip trembling just slightly.
“Yeah, we’re done now, Sonny Boy.”
“Yes!” Gus ran over to Justin, climbing on the bed and grabbing the huge pieces of blank paper he’d given Justin earlier to look after. He placed them over the newspaper and watched eagerly as Brian poured the primary coloured paint onto paper plates.
“Come on Jus.” Gus said as he started to take off his trousers and t-shirt.
Brian looked up at his lover and smirked. “Yeah come on Jus.” He too pulled off his jeans and socks, leaving him clad in only his boxers and a t-shirt.
Justin laughed at the sight father and son posed, both clad in shorts and almost matching tees. His fingers itched to paint the image, wanting to transfer it to canvas, immortalise Brian Kinney as no other saw him.
This was a side of Brian, Justin had never seen, relaxed and comfortable, without attitude or fear. It was a side Gus seemed comfortable with though, and that made Justin smile.
“Get your ass down here, Sunshine.” Brian called out as he held onto his son’s hand, helping him balance as the little boy put his feet into the paint.
“Look at me, I’m painting with my feet.” Gus looked up proudly and Justin couldn’t resist the temptation anymore. He stripped off his sweats and joined the two men.
“You do hands, Jus.” Gus said as he stomped over the paper.
“Which colour should I use?”
“Green.”
“There isn’t a green, Gus.” Brian said.
“As long as Brian isn’t afraid of a little mixing, we can do green.” Justin quickly coated his hand with blue and smeared yellow over the top.
“It’s magic. Mommy makes paint magic too.”
Justin pressed his hands to the paper, either side of Gus’s feet. “Your daddy is awfully white isn’t he, Gus?”
“Don’t you dare,” Brian warned.
“Then get on your hands and knees,” Justin smirked and placed a finger in bright red paint.
“You wish, Sunshine,” Brian said, getting to his knees anyway, and placing his hands in two different colours.
“You paint me, Jus,” Gus demanded.
“You want me to paint you?” Justin raised an eyebrow.
Gus nodded and took hold of Justin’s hand, his little fingers tracing the tattoos that adorned his skin. “I want cars, and cats.”
Justin looked at Brian, who shrugged. “It’s none toxic paint, it couldn’t hurt.”
“OK, you sit on your daddy’s lap and I’ll turn your arm into a racing track.” Justin drew crude blue and red cars chasing each other up Gus’s arms. His artistic eye cringed at the lack of technique, but his heart felt lighter.
“I look just like you!” Gus grinned at Justin and he couldn’t help but grin back.
The hours passed quickly and Lindsey walked in, astonished at seeing Brian, Justin and Gus covered in poster paints. Brian usually managed to stay as clean as a whistle on these father-son afternoons, but not this time.
Dry paint flaked from his skin, and Lindsey had to stand and watch as the father of her son put his hand in some paint and smeared it on the paper, then up his arms. “You boys having fun?”
Three identical expressions looked up at her. Gus tried to run to her, but Brian held on. “You don’t want to get paint on Mommy.”
“See my cars?” He pointed to his arms, which look pretty much smeared in paint to her.
“I see them, sweetie. “We should get you cleaned up for dinner.”
“I’ll take him.” Brian said, standing up. “Wash your feet off in the water, Gus, so we don’t get it on the floor.”
Justin looked at Lindz and rolled his eyes. “He’s as anal as ever.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever complained about me being too anal.” Brian looked at him knowingly, as he wiped the paint off his own feet.
“Only you would make a kid wash his feet to take a shower.”
Brian made short work of showering the paint away, handing a clean, only slightly damp Gus back to Lindz. His son safely with his mother, Brian turned around, surprised to see Justin lying on the newspaper, amidst their paintings, still covered in smears of poster paints, the colours mixing and drying over his skin.
Lindsey left quietly, unable to stop the smile that spread over her face as she watched Brian watch Justin.
Justin let his fingertips play with the paint, enjoying the feel of the thick substance, it was something he’d denied himself for a long time.
It took him a while to realise Gus had gone. He opened one eye and saw Brian, a strange expression on his face.
“I like painting with your son.”
Brian knotted the towel around his waist and knelt down. “I like painting with you.” Unable to resist he dipped a finger into the paint that had somehow collected in Justin’s bellybutton. He pushed the paint outwards, fascinated at the effect of paint on skin, on tattoo.
Justin clasped Brian’s wrist, stilling his movements. There eyes met, pupils dilating. His hand moved up Brian’s strong arm, smearing paint over his recently cleaned skin.
Leaning down over the paint splattered man, Brian kissed him, dipping his tongue the moist cavern of his mouth.
Justin moved his hand up to Brian’s shoulder, clutching tightly, pulling himself as close to Brian as his weak arm would let him.
The towel slipped down Brian’s hips as he pressed Justin back down onto the paper. The paint splattered t-shirt covering Justin’s torso was quickly pulled over his head, revealing pale skin decorated in delicate black inks, a decoration Brian thought he would never come to enjoy, but found himself unable to look away, unable to stop himself touching, and tasting.
He didn’t know how he managed to get paint onto his lips, it wasn’t on purpose, of that he was sure, but Justin’s lean chest became the canvas for kiss shaped prints as he moved his way down between his pecs and down to the waist band of his boxers.
The paint on his hands had already dried at this point, and with a glint in his eye Brian pressed his hand into the mostly blue paint and slipped his hand inside Justin’s shorts.
The blond man groaned as the cool, thick paint engulfed his straining erection, his hands pulling the hairs at the back of Brian’s neck, coating them in thick red goop. He arched his hips as Brian pulled his boxers down his thighs, happy to be free of them, happy to have Brian’s hand clasped around his erection, teasing him.
“We can’t do this on top of your son’s painting,” Justin said against Brian’s lips.
“Fuck the painting.” Brian deepened the kiss as his grip became stronger, making Justin thrust up and into his touch.
“You know he’ll be back tomorrow asking for it,” Justin managed to reply in between thrusts,
Brian stopped briefly, his hand still, but wrapped around Justin’s cock as if it was the only place to be. Pulling Justin up and off the painting wasn’t Brian Kinney’s most graceful of moves, but it got him what he wanted.
Justin’s paint slicked back came in contact with polished wooden floor and he grinned as Brian bent over him to kiss him hard. His back pushed into the hard floorboards was not a new position, but it had never felt so good, he could feel the paint trickle down his spine and fill the grooves of the floor as Brian pushed him further down.
The hand playing with Justin’s cock quickly massaged his balls and reached for the puckered opening below.
The brain cell that still worked made Justin stop him, lust filled eyes searched Brian’s face. “Paint is not a good lubricant.”
Brian smirked and pushed his tongue into his cheek. “But it’s none toxic.”
“None toxic or not, you’re not using it to make way for your dick.”
Brian rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching over Justin to the bowl of water he’d placed there earlier for Gus. He plunged his hand into the tepid water until the paint disappeared.
Wiggling his clean digits at Justin he placed them in the crack of Justin’s ass, the water making the blond shiver and his cock pulse with need.
Brian disappeared long enough to find a condom, his feet slipping on the wooden floors, leaving large footprints as he went. He returned quickly, pulling Justin’s legs over his shoulders.
Justin leaned up, trying to reach Brian’s lips as the other man’s fingers stretched him open. Brian pushed into him he leaned in closer, letting the younger man get a taste of his paint tinted lips.
Justin loved the texture of paint on moist skin, paint flaking and transferring to his own kiss-swollen lips, dissolving on his tongue.
Brian rotated his hips, his latex covered cock running circles around Justin’s clenching pucker. He thrust forward slightly, barely pressing inside before pulling back out and rubbing his erection down the crack of Justin’s ass.
Justin pulled at Brian’s hair. “No teasing.” Justin demanded, thrusting down to meet Brian’s cock.
The head of his cock disappeared inside of Justin and Brian sat up, suddenly fascinated as he watched Justin’s ass swallow him whole. He felt his balls tighten and he groaned, trying to halt his orgasm.
Justin refused to let him, he circled Brian’s cock with his thumb and forefinger, clenching quickly as Brian thrust inside him. He left his hand there as their bodies joined, feeling the friction as their bodies slid together, as Brian disappeared inside him until there was no room between either one of them.
His eyes rolled back in his head as Brian thrust against his prostate, and his toes tingled, until they curled uselessly, heels digging into Brian’s shoulders. He could feel his ass clench around Brian, his fingers feeling every move, every twitch, hitch and the tell tale signs of orgasm.
Brian thrust hard, and Justin’s paint smeared skin sent them both skidding along the floor, but neither cared as Brian gripped Justin’s thighs and pulled him higher, the talented blond’s fingers massaging Brian’s balls as he pushed into him.
With a strangled gasp Brian thrust up sharply, losing his balance and falling on top of Justin, his cock pulsing and spilling its seed until he was spent.