fic: Unleashed part 5

[mohawking]

FIVE

“He’s apparently visiting his ‘sick’ sister.” Carl said, Debbie sitting at his side.

Everyone viewed him with suspicion, the only reason he’d been let into their tight group was because Debbie had gotten close to him after finding the dead boy in the dumpster, she said he was a decent cop and could be trusted. He hated Stockwell and what the man stood for, almost as much as they did.

Brian had to admit, if Debbie’s cop-friend was genuine it would be a great help to have someone on the inside to get information for them.

“Visiting his sick sister?” No one sounded convinced.

It really didn’t seem likely, there had to be another reason for Stockwell to not only disappear from public view, but from his underhand business schemes.

The office at Babylon was cramped; the only bonus here was that Deb didn’t feel the need to feed everyone.

They had moved their meetings to the offices of Babylon ever since Justin had moved into Deb’s. She hadn’t wanted him to get involved with all this, and Brian felt better that it was kept away from him, he didn’t want to get the kid hurt in someway.

“How can we trust you, man?” Martin asked.

Carl stayed calm, and gave Debbie a sweet smile. “You have to take my word for it, I’m after the same thing, I’m a cop, we’re meant to be about justice, about helping people, some people seem to have forgotten that. I’m not even sure Stockwell knew it to begin with, he’s always been a ruthless bastard.”

“Where the fuck is he then? Does anyone know where his sister lives? Maybe we could check out the story he’s let slip.”

“I could find that out,” Carl offered.

“Just be discreet about it.” Brian warned, feeling stupid for telling not only a grown man, but a policeman what to do. “If there’s nothing else to discuss, I’m heading to the dance floor.”

Brian slipped out the door and down the stairs to the dance floor, letting the music flow over him, wishing he could find a trick and take them to the back room.

Mikey spotted his mother and Carl making their way to the dance floor, the only straight couple there, it was sickening. “Can you believe she brought him here?” He raged, gulping down his beer and shouting into Ben’s ear.

“At least this shows he’s accepting her community.”

“Yeah, well, they better not make it a regular thing, I mean, who else has their mother show up at a club? A gay club at that.”

Ben laughed and put his arm around his partner, hugging him into his side. “Hunter might be saying that about us in a few years.”

“Tell me, why did we take him in again?”

“It was a better idea than throwing a shoe at him.”

Mikey blushed slightly and leaned up capturing Ben’s lips with his own.

Hunter lay on his back on the floor, taking up most of the floor in Debbie’s small living room.

Justin lounged on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV screen. He loved movies.

“Do you have any smokes?” Hunter asked.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Ben took mine off me, I’m dying for a cigarette.” He put a pillow over his face and groaned. “I don’t know why I’m here anyway, I can look after myself.”

“Huh?” Justin asked, eventually looking at the other boy.

Hunter pulled the pillow from his face. “I don’t see why I have to baby sit you while they all go out.”

“I think it is me looking after you.”

“You’re only a year or two older than me, man, I bet I’m older when it comes to experience.” He smirked and looked at Justin suggestively, it all washed over Justin’s head. “Tell me, have you ever had sex?”

Justin broke away from the TV and looked at Hunter, cheeks blushing slightly. Had he and Brian had sex? Was it right to talk about it?

“I bet I’ve had more men than Brian has had. I wish he’d do me, he is one hot man. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah-hot.”

“I knew it! You like him don’t you? You want him to fuck you.”

Justin shifted, uncomfortably, suddenly wishing the other boy wasn’t here. He had a feeling he was being laughed at and he hated it. He’d never worried about getting laughed at before, but things were different now.

“Well, he’ll never fuck you, you know. I’ve tried countless times. Apparently he likes them tall, buff and brunette. But I would sure like his cock up my ass.”

Justin was tongue tied, he didn’t know what to say, how he should respond to this kind of conversation, especially when it was about Brian. He wanted to protest, tell him that he and Brian had kissed, done more than kiss, but he didn’t say anything, Hunter thought he was weird enough as it was.

He was new to this, didn’t know the rules of this kind of life.

“I used to see a lot more action than this, man. My friends, do you know what they did? They drove the mayor off the road,” Hunter laughed, the subject of Brian forgotten. “I should have been there, this guy, a hustler like me, was found in a dumpster behind the diner, hell I think Deb even found him, well, Stockwell wouldn’t do anything about it, so they taught him, they did.”

Justin’s face whitened, and he got up from the sofa. His heart thumped painfully in his chest. He didn’t want to think about that, thought he’d left it all behind. He wouldn’t listen. “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.”

“What the hell, you can’t just leave me here, you’re meant to be keeping an eye on me.”

“You’re too old to be baby sat,” Justin managed to say before he climbed the stairs and shut the door on Hunter and his chatter.

If the door was shut he didn’t have to think about what had happened in his old life. His hands went to his neck and he was shocked the collar wasn’t there, before remembering Brian had taken it off.

He concentrated on how Brian had touched him, trying to block out Hunter’s revelation and how close his old life was to his new. He couldn’t go back to that, not after living like he was now, with people who seemed to like him and who didn’t control his life with a silver contraption.

He would be OK, Brian wouldn’t let him go back to that, Lindsey wouldn’t either. She was such a nice lady, and she’d help him so much.

Justin eventually fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with images of a blond woman and a blond man, both crying hysterically, the woman holding a lifeless baby. He tried to talk to them but he couldn’t get his mouth to work and then darkness took over until he woke up in his uncle’s basement, collar clipped into place.

It was days later before Carl spoke to Brian, sitting on Debbie’s back porch for a smoke. “He does have a sister.”

“Is he with her?”

“Oh yeah, but she’s not the one who’s sick. He is. Looks like he was beaten pretty badly.”

“Why hide that? Why not exploit it and get more people on his side?” Brian took a drag of his cigarette.

“Maybe he wants to hide his weakened state from the rest of us.”

Hunter stepped from around the corner, half a smoked cigarette in his hand, which he had the sense to look guilty for. “You’re talking about Stockwell aren’t you? I know how it happened.” He gave them a smug look.

“Fuck, Hunter, don’t you know you never hear good things when you eavesdrop?”

“You should have made sure you were alone before speaking then. Don’t you want to know what I know?”

Brian sighed. “Go on then, what do you know?”

“Some of the hustlers ran him off the road, you know, for what he did to that kid Debbie found.”

Now he had their attention. “What did he do?”

Hunter snorted and leaned back against the wall. “He’s been trying to run the hustlers out for ages, Jason Kemp was a lesson to us.”

“Jason Kemp,” Carl repeated, “that was his name?” He remembered how he’d met Debbie and how bad she still felt for the boy who was buried with no identity.

“Why, the fuck, didn’t you tell us this before?”

“Don’t shout at me, man, you never asked.” He pushed himself away from the wall and glared at Brian. “You know, they say Stockwell had some kind of enforcer, some ninja or something, real deadly like.”

“And how do you know this?”

“People talk around hustlers, ‘cos, well, everybody knows hustlers are nothing, no mind, just a nice piece of ass to fuck, and if they can string two sentences together, who they gonna tell?” He waltzed back inside, leaving the two men stunned.

“Fuck,” Brian said as he exhaled.

“Yeah.”

“Hey you two, are you coming inside? Dinner is ready.” Justin poked his head around the door and grinned, unaware of their previous conversation.

Brian stood stiffly and walked inside, his hand brushing Justin’s as he went. Everyone else was seated and Brian took the chair next to Justin’s, happy for once that everyone had to squeeze in tight around the table.

Casually he let his hand rest on Justin’s thigh, and covered a smirk as the boy jumped and shifted in his chair. He moved his hand further to Justin’s groin and smiled as he felt the telltale bulge.

His own cock filled with desire and he wished he was on his own with Justin, wished he could fuck him into the mattress, instead he forced Deb’s macaroni down his throat.

“Can I sketch you again, Brian?” Justin asked between mouthfuls of food.

Brian bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiles, “Sure,” he said with his usual calm, “You can come to mine after dinner.”

“Jeez, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?” Hunter said, pointing his fork towards them. He glared at Justin. “Why didn’t you tell me the other night?”

Justin’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment and he looked at Brian for direction, hoping he would be able to get them out of this awkward situation.

“Because, it’s none of your business.”

Debbie’s eyes widened and Lindsey gave a small cry of outrage. “How could you, Brian? He’s just a kid.”

Debbie leaned over the table and almost thwacked Brian over the head, but Justin’s hand shot out and knocked her arm gently out of the way. “Don’t. Don’t hit him. I’m not a kid, I’m seventeen years old.”

“We know you’re not a kid, sweetie,” Lindsey started, “We just worry about you, we think you should find a nice boy of your own age.”

“I don’t see what it’s got to do with you.” Justin stood up and looked down at Brian. “You ready to go?”

He stood up and smirked, taking Justin’s hand and steering him out of the door and into his car.

Justin was nervous on their ride over, he wasn’t quite sure what he was letting himself in for and there was only his previous experience with Brian and Hunter’s cryptic words to guide him

He stood in the doorway to Brian’s loft, hesitating. Brian turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you coming or going?” Brian stopped the sarcastic quip that threatened to spill out of his mouth, knowing how nervous the blond was.

“Are you sure you want this?”

Justin nodded. “I just, I’m not quite sure what to do.”

“Do you know what we’re about to do?”

“Have sex.” He looked hopeful, which made Brian feel better.

“Do you know what’s involved with that?”

Justin looked uncomfortable, but Brian had to know, he had to let Justin know what he was getting himself in to.

“More of what we did before?”

He laughed softly and took a step closer to Justin. “Yeah, lots more. I’ll talk you through it, alright?” He was worried if he told Justin the bare facts he would be repulsed and be scared off. “OK, take off your clothes.”

Brian waited for Justin to start undressing before pulling off his own clothes, letting Justin see him completely naked for the first time.

They both stepped closer to each other, until they were standing less than an inch apart. Brian leaned down and pressed their lips together, deepening the kiss quickly, plunging his tongue into Justin’s mouth, tasting the dinner he’d eaten at Debbie’s.

Justin wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands, he placed them on Brian’s lean waist, loving the feel of his smooth skin, but it wasn’t enough, so he moved his fingers, until they found his hipbones, feeling the sharp planes brush his palms and fit snugly in the natural dip of his hand.

While he was busy touching the older man’s hips, involved deeply in their kiss, Brian let his own hands roam Justin’s body, following his spine down to his ass and letting one finger trail between the cheeks, getting him used to feeling something there.

They broke the kiss when lack of oxygen became a problem and Brian pulled the smaller man to the bedroom and lay him out on his bed, like he’d pictured, surrounded by silk, golden hair spread around him like a fallen halo, and legs wide open, inviting him in. He knelt between them and laved at Justin’s nipples, smiling smugly as Justin cried out and clutched his hair

Finally leaving his nipples, he moved his way down the creamy white chest, taking time to kiss each faded scar, then circling his navel, feeling the slight swell of his belly quiver beneath his tongue.

Justin’s cock brushed the underneath of his chin, and he thrust up into the sensation, unable to help himself. He thought he’d never felt anything like it until Brian took him into his mouth and he saw stars.

He would have thought this act would be totally repulsive to perform, but Brian seemed to revel in tasting him, wrapping his warm lips around him, taking him into his throat and hollowing his cheeks. Any thoughts of repulsion soon disappeared into a lust filled haze.

He felt a tingling sensation in his balls, and Brian pulled away, not wanting it to be over before they had begun. Justin opened eyes he hadn’t realised he’d closed, and looked at him, questioning.

“Don’t worry, I’ve not finished yet. Turn over.”

Justin rolled over, trusting him completely. Brian kissed his shoulder blades and rubbed his cheek in the mass of blond hair surrounding them. “Do you know what rimming is?”

He shook his head, like Brian knew he would do, and then he licked a long strip down Justin’s back to the crease of his ass. “Of course you don’t, you don’t even know what fucking is, do you?” Brian wanted to ask where he had been all of his life, but didn’t want to break the mood, with what he knew would be a serious conversation.

Justin looked over his shoulder, trying to get a good view of the older man. “Hunter mentioned something,” he panted.

“I bet he didn’t mention this.” Brian parted Justin’s cheeks and tensed his tongue, following the indentation, making the smaller man jump, then melt into the mattress as he repeated the process, only this time circling his hole.

“Don’t.”

Brian paused. “What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”

Justin hid his head in a pillow. “Yes, but-do you, don’t you find it disgusting?” It seemed wrong that this could be so pleasurable.

Relaxing when he knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong Brian leant his chin against Justin’s ass. “Not repulsive at all, I love tasting you.” He circled Justin’s hole again, each time pushing in slightly, then nibbling at the skin around it until he could hear Justin hiss in pleasure and pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could manage.

“I didn’t realise,” Justin moaned, and bit his lip, unable to finish his sentence. Even in his wildest dreams he wouldn’t have thought this up, wouldn’t have thought this, of all things, would be so pleasurable.

Brian removed his tongue and turned Justin around, leaning his chin on the boy’s hip bone, rubbing his cheek slightly against Justin’s straining cock. “Now you know what rimming is. We’re coming to the fucking part in a moment.”

He pulled himself up and over Justin’s small frame, kissing him intently and wiggling his hips so Justin gave him more room. He pulled back, saliva connecting their lips together. “There’s one thing you have to remember about fucking.” He leant over and fished around in a glass bowl, bringing out a condom and lube. “Always be safe, always use a condom.” He showed it to Justin, then ripped it open with his teeth. “Watch.”

Justin watched as Brian rolled the condom over his dick, which seemed much larger than when he’d had first seen it. He had a niggling thought in his head, the comment Hunter had made and his uncle and the many women he’d had sex with.

It couldn’t possibly go in-there.

A tongue was one thing, one small pleasurable thing.

Brian squirted something onto his fingers and coated his covered cock, Justin’s thoughts trailed off as he watched Brian’s hand disappear between his legs, and he felt a slick finger trail where his tongue had been earlier.

A fingertip circled his asshole and slightly pushed in. “Fuck!” Justin said at the intrusion, not sure if he liked the weird, full feeling as Brian pressed a finger further inside him.

“Are you-going to put that in-there?” He said between fevered breaths.

“If you want me to.”

“That’s what sex is?” He had to be sure.

“Between two men, yes.”

It was shocking to think about Brian’s cock inside him, in a place no one but he had ever touched before, and even then, not in a sexual way at all, he still wasn’t sure pleasure could be felt from the act, but he ached to be as close to Brian as he could be.

“OK, I want to feel it.” He wanted to experience this first with Brian, trusted the man to make the fullness feel good.

Another finger joined his first and Justin winced at the pinch. Brian added more lube and began to pump Justin’s cock with his other hand. He pushed his fingers deeper inside Justin, curling them upwards and hitting that spot inside of him.

Justin cried out and grabbed for Brian, gripping his shoulder and trying to ride out the pleasure, a pleasure so astute he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He hadn’t expected that at all.

“Ah, the joys of the prostate,” Brian grinned as he put Justin’s legs over his shoulders and pulled the boy closer to him, pulling out his fingers and holding his cock at his entrance, pushing inside.

The earlier pleasure was wiped off Justin’s face as Brian pushed further inside him, shock and pain in its place. Justin grabbed Brian’s hip, stilling him. “Does it always hurt this much?” He couldn’t believe the pain pulsing through his ass, he felt like he was going to be spilt in two if Brian moved any further.

“At first, but it becomes part of the pleasure.”

Justin wasn’t sure he believed him, but was shocked at the pleasure he felt when Brian started to pump his rapidly deflating cock, until it hardened again, then he rotated his hips, slipping inside further.

Justin hissed but didn’t try to stop it. He closed his eyes tightly, riding out the pain, Brian placed his lips on his, kissing him gently until he opened his eyes and let himself fall into the kiss, concentrating on the pleasure of Brian’s tongue in his mouth as he thrust completely inside of him, brushing his prostate as he did so.

Justin gasped into Brian’s mouth and couldn’t stop the movement in his hips. He felt too full, almost as if he needed to use the bathroom, but he road it out and the pleasure hit him full force as Brian pulled out slightly and pushed back in.

Each thrust hurt his overly stretched skin, but the weird feeling soon disappeared, leaving only pure sensation in its wake. Brian’s cock brushed that place in side of him each time he thrust forward and Justin’s head rolled backwards as he felt fingers around his cock, pumping in time with each thrust.

His toes curled and he gasped as a tingling pressure filled his stomach, made his balls tighten and left his cock spurting between them.

Brian realised Justin was still there when the morning sun fell over their sated skin, creating a rainbow of light over the blond’s shoulder blades. This should feel wrong, he should push Justin out the door and back to Deb’s, but he did neither.

He watched as Justin stirred, stretching out like a cat, and opening one eye when his limbs found his. “Morning.” He mumbled and Brian found himself smiling and dipping his head down for a kiss.

They lay happily in each others arms, content to just lie there and touch. Justin traced his fingers around Brian’s nipple, watching as the nub hardened under his touch. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he said truthfully.

“Where did you come from Justin?” Brian brushed a lock of long hair out of Justin’s eyes. “What happened to you to make you so far removed from the world?”

His eyes took a distant look. “I did something bad.”

“What?”

He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I don’t remember. Only that I was sent to live with my uncle and he locked me away, made me do things.”

Brian frowned, he didn’t understand properly, but he didn’t like the sound of it at all. “What did he make you do?”

Blue eyes opened and looked deeply into his own hazel ones. “He used me, but then he got hurt and I met Lindsey and you, so it doesn’t matter any more.” He moved closer to Brian and tightened his grip on the older man. “I think I must have done something really bad, Bri,” he said softly, his heart aching.

“I’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad.” He leaned over and kissed the sorrow away, didn’t want to see the sadness haze over those perfect blue eyes.

“We have to get up,” Brian said before they got carried away. “You have a shift at the diner and I have work to do.”

They showered together and Brian dropped Justin off at work before phoning Carl and trying to get everyone together for an emergency meeting. They still had to discuss everything Hunter had revealed the night before.

He dialled the private line to Babylon and waited impatiently for an answer. “Hey, Sap, it’s Brian. Think you can get everyone together for an emergency meeting? We’ve got some new information. Ring me back when you know. Later.” He sighed impatiently, hating how long everything took, and headed off to work.