Mechanical Michelangelo part 27
TWENTY SEVEN Lips of Cherry Chrome
Brian pulled Justin’s jeans up over his thighs, buttoning them from behind. “Never thought I’d see the day when you were actually dressing me.” Justin watched him through the full length mirror, eyes on his talented fingers as they slowly did up the buttons, purposely pressing against his crotch, making him hard again. He scowled into the mirror, eyes linking with Brian’s through the glass. “Why’d I say I’d go again?”
Brian squeezed Justin’s shoulders and smirked. “Because Daph piled on the guilt and went behind your back with Bren.”
Justin threaded his fingers through his hair, tweaking the ends slightly, and wondering briefly if dying his hair purple would be a good idea. “Oh yeah.”
“You look hot.” Brian peered at him through the glass, resting his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “Even with all the war paint.” Brian slid a hand underneath Justin’s t-shirt, tugging at the frayed hem.
“War paint gives you strength.” He would show all of Daphne’s friends that he was his own man, that he was comfortable with what he was, and even if he hadn’t finished high school, he was still as successful as they were.
He turned in Brian’s arms, lips so close to his that he could feel the other man’s breath. He leaned forward, closing the distance, just as the buzzer rang. He groaned in dismay, letting Brian’s mouth swallow the noise, before another long, angry buzz had him hurrying quickly outside to his friend.
Daphne was bouncing excitedly from one foot to the other, shivering in her little black dress. “You look great.” He said and spun her around.
She chuckled and punched him in the arm. “It’s always safe to go with a classic…unless it’s not safe you want to go for.” She raised an eyebrow at him, taking in the slashed black wife-beater and low rise jeans.
“This is safe.” He opened his arms, and looked down at himself before pushing Daphne towards her car. “Come on, you’re going to keep me waiting all night? We’ll be late.”
***
The room was full to overflowing with vaguely familiar faces. It took Justin a few minutes to add the extra years onto the faces he had filed away in his brain under St James Academy.
Why he’d let Daphne drag him hear he didn’t know. Everyone had dressed up, girls in fancy black dresses, or terrible pink, outdated prom dresses and boys in sedate black tuxes, like little sheep lined up for the slaughter house.
As unofficial, celebratory, ‘we’ve almost finished’ College balls went, this one was lame. Expensive, glitzy and utterly fake, a band played, but it wasn’t the kind of band he was used to, they were sallow and looked tired, playing in slow motion, the noise the stringed instruments were making were almost enough to send him back to string tattooing.
Daphne clutched his arm, her eyes busily searching the crowd for the people she was closest to at school. She had to make some friends when he didn’t return, Justin thought, though he didn’t have to like who she’d befriended.
“Mandy? Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in months!” Daphne said, pulling away from Justin and hugging a girl Justin remembered sitting behind in Maths. She stared at him over Daphne’s shoulder, eyes widening in shock and then recognition. She pulled away from Daphne slowly, her eyes never leaving him.
“Justin Taylor?” She stepped closer, as if he were a specimen in their high school lab, disgusted yet attracted at the same time. “Daphne said you were coming, but I didn’t quite believe her…”
Justin smirked and resisted rolling his eyes. “Well, here I am, one and the same.”
“Hardly the same, we all wondered where you disappeared too. Everyone said your dad kicked you out because you were gay.”
“I ran off to become a pole dancer,” he said dryly enjoying her expression.
“That’s nice,” she forced a smile, “It’s great to see what everyone is up to now and, what are you up to now? Did you manage to finish school?”
“Oh no, school and pole dancing didn’t leave me enough time for fucking, so, something had to give.”
A smile froze on Mandy’s face, seeing the dilemma Daphne chuckled, trying to break the ice. “You’re so funny, Justin. He hasn’t pole danced a day in his life. He’s a tattoo artist.” She sounded proud of him, and Justin felt guilty for being such an ass.
“It’s amazing what you can do without a high school education.” The voice was deep, holding a lingering taste of menace. Justin turned to face the owner of the voice, images of beatings, taunting and blow jobs racing through his mind.
“Chris.” Justin said with false happiness.
“Got AIDS yet?” Chris chuckled, and Justin was transported back to school and he realised these people hadn’t grown up in the three years they were at college.
“Have *you* got AIDS?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris’ cheeks took on a red hue, his eyes narrowing in anger, he hadn’t expected Justin to fight back, but Justin wasn’t a weak little faggot anymore, he wasn’t scared of the school jock.
Justin shrugged calmly, uncaring as people started to surround them. “We all know it’s the closeted cases who get that desperate for a dick up their ass that they forget to use a condom,” Justin smiled brightly, refusing to show the anger that was simmering just below the surface. He turned to Daphne and took her hand. “Let’s dance.”
The band started to play a watered down version of Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer, and Justin winced at the cheesiness of it all. The life and soul of the band was completely absent, it reflected that of the people here, only to mingle with school friends, just so they could brag to each other about how successful they were.
He danced, drank too much and disappeared for cigarettes, the stares, whispers and disgust following him as he went. Having lost Daphne almost half an hour ago Justin moved through the crowd, searching for her curly hair and infectious laugh.
He found her on the dance floor dancing to a song he vaguely recognised, stepping behind her he pulled her against his crotch, moving in time to the music. She turned in his arms, tipping back her head and laughing. “I love this song.”
“I hate this fucking song.” He grinned and pulled her in tight, finding a rhythm to the somewhat lack lustre song.
“I can do something about that.” A voice whispered in his ear, Justin let go of Daphne and whipped around, heart beating in his mouth as he stared at a well defined chest covered in expensive cotton.
He stepped back as the band started to play a song he didn’t recognise, he took his time looking over the impressive body covered in an expensive tux, oh so, different from every man here. His eyes lingered over the silk scarf caressing softly tanned skin before following the sculptured line of his jaw, up over his cheekbones before falling into pale hazel eyes.
He suddenly felt nervous, tongue tied, he didn’t know how to respond to this, couldn’t even believe Brian had turned up without him asking. It was a side to Brian he hadn’t seen before, one he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
But deal with it or not, he couldn’t help but be pleased as Brian stood there looking more impressive than he did the first time they met. He was tall, strong and totally comfortable in his own skin. He smiled and pulled Justin against him and it was if a breath of life blew over the band, the singer’s voice caressed them softly, the beat moving in time with them.
And Justin wasn’t nervous anymore.
“What are you doing here?”
He pulled Justin closer, hand on hip, groin to groin and leaned in until his lips touched the shell of Justin’s ear. “I thought we’d give the stuck up little breeders something to salivate over.”
“The breeders aren’t the only ones who’re salivating.” Justin brushed his lips against Brian’s jaw, slight stubble making them tingle. Brian soothed his tender lips with his own, tongue dipping inside the caverns of his mouth, finding out just how true Justin’s words were.
The song ended too quickly, but Justin was on a high and nothing was going to spoil it. Brian let himself get dragged to the dance floor by Daphne, but no one was as interested in them dancing as they had been with Justin and Brian.
Mandy sidled up to Justin, fanning herself slightly. “That was some dance. Not sure if it was appropriate, but I can’t deny it was some dance,” she laughed falsely, “Chris says that you were with that guy when we were at school.”
Justin smirked inwardly, it was nice to know Chris had paid that much attention to him. “On and off.” He walked away, ordering a shot from the bar and downing it quickly.
Mandy followed him. “He’s a lot older than us.”
“And you should see the size of his cock.”
She blushed and sighed irritably. “I’m just trying to make conversation. We went to the same school-for a while anyway.”
“Until I dropped out to become a tattooing pole dancer.”
Brian followed him to the bar, Daphne bouncing at his heels, grinning from ear to ear. “That dance was so hot.”
“That was tame.” Justin said, smirking. She hit him playfully.
“Not our dance, I mean you and Brian.”
“And on that note, I’m leaving. It’s just too much excitement for one night. You coming, Justin?”
Justin looked at Daphne, eyes questioning. She rolled her eyes at him. “Oh go on, I know you’re hating every second of it here, and I bet you two wanna fuck like bunnies. It really is like old times.” She pulled Justin down for a hug and kissed him on the lips. “Call me tomorrow.”
They exited the room quietly, the cool air making Justin shiver. Brian put his silk scarf around his neck, making him laugh softly. “It goes so well with my outfit.”
“I’d fuck you.” Brian kissed him. “Wait here and I’ll bring the car round.”
He couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for Brian, bouncing slightly from foot to foot, unable to keep still, and it had nothing to do with the cold. He heard the jeep and, his cock hardening at the thought of finally being alone with Brian.
Brian honked his horn, making Justin turn just in time to see a sliver of skin and smooth grain of wood.
The wood and skin blurred together as it descended, Justin only had time to close his eyes before the cool wood crashed into his
Brian pulled Justin’s jeans up over his thighs, buttoning them from behind. “Never thought I’d see the day when you were actually dressing me.” Justin watched him through the full length mirror, eyes on his talented fingers as they slowly did up the buttons, purposely pressing against his crotch, making him hard again. He scowled into the mirror, eyes linking with Brian’s through the glass. “Why’d I say I’d go again?”
Brian squeezed Justin’s shoulders and smirked. “Because Daph piled on the guilt and went behind your back with Bren.”
Justin threaded his fingers through his hair, tweaking the ends slightly, and wondering briefly if dying his hair purple would be a good idea. “Oh yeah.”
“You look hot.” Brian peered at him through the glass, resting his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “Even with all the war paint.” Brian slid a hand underneath Justin’s t-shirt, tugging at the frayed hem.
“War paint gives you strength.” He would show all of Daphne’s friends that he was his own man, that he was comfortable with what he was, and even if he hadn’t finished high school, he was still as successful as they were.
He turned in Brian’s arms, lips so close to his that he could feel the other man’s breath. He leaned forward, closing the distance, just as the buzzer rang. He groaned in dismay, letting Brian’s mouth swallow the noise, before another long, angry buzz had him hurrying quickly outside to his friend.
Daphne was bouncing excitedly from one foot to the other, shivering in her little black dress. “You look great.” He said and spun her around.
She chuckled and punched him in the arm. “It’s always safe to go with a classic…unless it’s not safe you want to go for.” She raised an eyebrow at him, taking in the slashed black wife-beater and low rise jeans.
“This is safe.” He opened his arms, and looked down at himself before pushing Daphne towards her car. “Come on, you’re going to keep me waiting all night? We’ll be late.”
***
The room was full to overflowing with vaguely familiar faces. It took Justin a few minutes to add the extra years onto the faces he had filed away in his brain under St James Academy.
Why he’d let Daphne drag him hear he didn’t know. Everyone had dressed up, girls in fancy black dresses, or terrible pink, outdated prom dresses and boys in sedate black tuxes, like little sheep lined up for the slaughter house.
As unofficial, celebratory, ‘we’ve almost finished’ College balls went, this one was lame. Expensive, glitzy and utterly fake, a band played, but it wasn’t the kind of band he was used to, they were sallow and looked tired, playing in slow motion, the noise the stringed instruments were making were almost enough to send him back to string tattooing.
Daphne clutched his arm, her eyes busily searching the crowd for the people she was closest to at school. She had to make some friends when he didn’t return, Justin thought, though he didn’t have to like who she’d befriended.
“Mandy? Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in months!” Daphne said, pulling away from Justin and hugging a girl Justin remembered sitting behind in Maths. She stared at him over Daphne’s shoulder, eyes widening in shock and then recognition. She pulled away from Daphne slowly, her eyes never leaving him.
“Justin Taylor?” She stepped closer, as if he were a specimen in their high school lab, disgusted yet attracted at the same time. “Daphne said you were coming, but I didn’t quite believe her…”
Justin smirked and resisted rolling his eyes. “Well, here I am, one and the same.”
“Hardly the same, we all wondered where you disappeared too. Everyone said your dad kicked you out because you were gay.”
“I ran off to become a pole dancer,” he said dryly enjoying her expression.
“That’s nice,” she forced a smile, “It’s great to see what everyone is up to now and, what are you up to now? Did you manage to finish school?”
“Oh no, school and pole dancing didn’t leave me enough time for fucking, so, something had to give.”
A smile froze on Mandy’s face, seeing the dilemma Daphne chuckled, trying to break the ice. “You’re so funny, Justin. He hasn’t pole danced a day in his life. He’s a tattoo artist.” She sounded proud of him, and Justin felt guilty for being such an ass.
“It’s amazing what you can do without a high school education.” The voice was deep, holding a lingering taste of menace. Justin turned to face the owner of the voice, images of beatings, taunting and blow jobs racing through his mind.
“Chris.” Justin said with false happiness.
“Got AIDS yet?” Chris chuckled, and Justin was transported back to school and he realised these people hadn’t grown up in the three years they were at college.
“Have *you* got AIDS?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris’ cheeks took on a red hue, his eyes narrowing in anger, he hadn’t expected Justin to fight back, but Justin wasn’t a weak little faggot anymore, he wasn’t scared of the school jock.
Justin shrugged calmly, uncaring as people started to surround them. “We all know it’s the closeted cases who get that desperate for a dick up their ass that they forget to use a condom,” Justin smiled brightly, refusing to show the anger that was simmering just below the surface. He turned to Daphne and took her hand. “Let’s dance.”
The band started to play a watered down version of Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer, and Justin winced at the cheesiness of it all. The life and soul of the band was completely absent, it reflected that of the people here, only to mingle with school friends, just so they could brag to each other about how successful they were.
He danced, drank too much and disappeared for cigarettes, the stares, whispers and disgust following him as he went. Having lost Daphne almost half an hour ago Justin moved through the crowd, searching for her curly hair and infectious laugh.
He found her on the dance floor dancing to a song he vaguely recognised, stepping behind her he pulled her against his crotch, moving in time to the music. She turned in his arms, tipping back her head and laughing. “I love this song.”
“I hate this fucking song.” He grinned and pulled her in tight, finding a rhythm to the somewhat lack lustre song.
“I can do something about that.” A voice whispered in his ear, Justin let go of Daphne and whipped around, heart beating in his mouth as he stared at a well defined chest covered in expensive cotton.
He stepped back as the band started to play a song he didn’t recognise, he took his time looking over the impressive body covered in an expensive tux, oh so, different from every man here. His eyes lingered over the silk scarf caressing softly tanned skin before following the sculptured line of his jaw, up over his cheekbones before falling into pale hazel eyes.
He suddenly felt nervous, tongue tied, he didn’t know how to respond to this, couldn’t even believe Brian had turned up without him asking. It was a side to Brian he hadn’t seen before, one he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
But deal with it or not, he couldn’t help but be pleased as Brian stood there looking more impressive than he did the first time they met. He was tall, strong and totally comfortable in his own skin. He smiled and pulled Justin against him and it was if a breath of life blew over the band, the singer’s voice caressed them softly, the beat moving in time with them.
And Justin wasn’t nervous anymore.
“What are you doing here?”
He pulled Justin closer, hand on hip, groin to groin and leaned in until his lips touched the shell of Justin’s ear. “I thought we’d give the stuck up little breeders something to salivate over.”
“The breeders aren’t the only ones who’re salivating.” Justin brushed his lips against Brian’s jaw, slight stubble making them tingle. Brian soothed his tender lips with his own, tongue dipping inside the caverns of his mouth, finding out just how true Justin’s words were.
The song ended too quickly, but Justin was on a high and nothing was going to spoil it. Brian let himself get dragged to the dance floor by Daphne, but no one was as interested in them dancing as they had been with Justin and Brian.
Mandy sidled up to Justin, fanning herself slightly. “That was some dance. Not sure if it was appropriate, but I can’t deny it was some dance,” she laughed falsely, “Chris says that you were with that guy when we were at school.”
Justin smirked inwardly, it was nice to know Chris had paid that much attention to him. “On and off.” He walked away, ordering a shot from the bar and downing it quickly.
Mandy followed him. “He’s a lot older than us.”
“And you should see the size of his cock.”
She blushed and sighed irritably. “I’m just trying to make conversation. We went to the same school-for a while anyway.”
“Until I dropped out to become a tattooing pole dancer.”
Brian followed him to the bar, Daphne bouncing at his heels, grinning from ear to ear. “That dance was so hot.”
“That was tame.” Justin said, smirking. She hit him playfully.
“Not our dance, I mean you and Brian.”
“And on that note, I’m leaving. It’s just too much excitement for one night. You coming, Justin?”
Justin looked at Daphne, eyes questioning. She rolled her eyes at him. “Oh go on, I know you’re hating every second of it here, and I bet you two wanna fuck like bunnies. It really is like old times.” She pulled Justin down for a hug and kissed him on the lips. “Call me tomorrow.”
They exited the room quietly, the cool air making Justin shiver. Brian put his silk scarf around his neck, making him laugh softly. “It goes so well with my outfit.”
“I’d fuck you.” Brian kissed him. “Wait here and I’ll bring the car round.”
He couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for Brian, bouncing slightly from foot to foot, unable to keep still, and it had nothing to do with the cold. He heard the jeep and, his cock hardening at the thought of finally being alone with Brian.
Brian honked his horn, making Justin turn just in time to see a sliver of skin and smooth grain of wood.
The wood and skin blurred together as it descended, Justin only had time to close his eyes before the cool wood crashed into his