17. The Revelation (Drabble 4)
Title: The Revelation
Author: sfscarlet
Drabble: Drabble #4 by testdog65
Short Summary: Justin’s discontent leads to a revelation.
Notes Timeline: Post 513 Characters: Justin, Brian, and Daphne. Warnings slight angst, NC-17, beta girloftheburbs
This is the drabble that inspired the story.
Justin watched the smoke unwind in dissipating curls before it vanished in the breeze from the open window. He inhaled again and let the smoke expand in his lungs, feeling the tightening pull and burn before allowing it to escape, this time in the forced rush of his exhale.
A cacophony of noise filtered up from the street below; honking horns, distant sirens and the occasional muffled shout. All of it was as much a part of the background as the buildings and the heat and the endless press of people.
Justin ignored the phone as it began to ring again.
****
“Hey.” Justin looked at the caller ID as he flipped open his phone. “I see you've taken time out from saving lives to remember your best friend.”
“Justin! I'm crazy busy with med school, but I have this weekend off and I thought I'd come see you.”
“That would be great, but I've got plans.”
“Change them. How often do I get to see you? It’s been months. We both need some best friend time together. We'll rent some movies, pop buttered popcorn and you'll regale me with tales of your many conquests.”
“I can't. Brian's coming up this weekend and I haven't seen him in two months. I think my dick's getting tired of my right hand.”
Daphne giggled. “Don't tell me that you haven't slept with anyone in the last two months. Justin, you've got to be kidding me. You know the great Brian Kinney is not going to be celibate for you.”
Justin walked over to the fridge to grab a soda. After popping the top and taking a drink, he continued his conversation. “No I don't expect him to be celibate and I'm not either, but these days, I just prefer him to some random trick.” Justin frowned a little at his confession.
Daphne put her feet on the side of the couch while she lay on her back and twirled a strand of her curls. “Have you talked to him about this revelation?”
Justin plopped down in the overstuffed chair in his apartment as he played with the tin can. “No. I don't want him freaking out. It’s bad enough that I have these thoughts. If I told him, he'd just call me a lesbian and change the subject.”
Daphne was quiet for a moment. “He could be thinking the same thing. You two are the most stubborn couple I know. It’s like you constantly walk on eggshells. I don't know how you’ve stayed together for so long.”
Justin kicked his foot in time to the music playing on the radio. “I love him. It’s just that simple.”
“Is it? People in love talk to each other. They share their thoughts. When was the last time you two had a real conversation? I'm not talking about what's for dinner or where do you want to go clubbing?”
Justin sat up straight in the chair, his body on the defensive. “We talk, just not in front of anyone. Brian and I have a really close relationship, it’s just private.”
“You fuck a lot. That is not a relationship.”
“He's my partner. I thought you of all people would understand. Can we change the subject?”
“Justin. I know you love Brian. It's just that I worry. You should be able to talk to the person you love without fear of rejection and laughter.”
“Whatever. So how's Jim? Is he satisfying your every need in bed?”
“Justin Taylor. I DO NOT talk about my sex life!” Daphne walked to her bathroom and grabbed her brush. As she undid her hair band, she shook out her hair in preparation of brushing it.
“Why not? You ask me about mine all the time. “Justin walked to the kitchen to throw the can in the recycle bin. He opened the refrigerator and looked at the contents. “I'm starving and there's nothing in here to eat. I guess I'll have to go to the store.” He closed the door and walked toward his bedroom to grab a pair of socks.
“You've been telling me about your escapades with Brian since you lost your virginity. It's not new ground.” She finished brushing her hair and left the bathroom.
He pulled a sock on. “So once you've slept with Jim a few times, it’s old ground and you can tell me all about it.” He pulled the other sock on and located his shoes under the bed. “Maybe I can see you when I come down to the Pitts next month. Molly's birthday is the 17th and I promised Mom I'd come into town. I'll be there about a week. We should catch up.”
“Shit!” Daphne yelled. “I'm going to be late for my Anatomy and Physiology class if I don't leave right now. Bye Justin.”
“Bye Daphne. I'll see you in a few...” The phone went dead before he could finish his sentence. He grabbed his coat, wallet, keys and cell and left the apartment to get groceries.
Returning to his apartment, he put the groceries away and fixed himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He looked at his mail from the last few days as he ate his sandwich. He cleaned his plate, not wanting to attract bugs and left it in the drying rack. He went into his bedroom and changed into his uniform for work, and walked to his job as a waiter at Barolo to work his shift.
During the evening, he reviewed his conversation with Daphne. She made some good points and maybe I should talk to Brian. This is the perfect weekend. I don't have to work and all my paintings for the show are complete. I'll have Brian to myself all weekend. Maybe Saturday afternoon would be a good time. We should be well fucked by then and have some time to talk.
He finished his shift and walked home. As he emptied his pockets, he looked at his tips. One day I hope I won't have to count every penny. I'd like to be like Brian, just take out my checkbook, knowing that the money is there to do whatever I want. He stripped down and got in the shower, wanting to get the smell of food off his body. It was 1:00 a.m. when he finished.
He flipped open his phone and pressed the familiar number to speed dial Brian. “Hey.” He pulled open the blankets as he got in bed. “Where are you?”
“In bed, Twat.”
“Sorry. Am I interrupting? I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Stop, Justin. I'm alone. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing. You?”
“The same. How was work? Make good tips?”
“Work was work. Made $350 bucks but it’s already spent on canvas and paint.” Justin ran his hand down his chest, stopping to play with his nipples.
“The cost of being an artist.” Brian played with his cock as it began to grow hard. “I know you're hot in your waiter uniform, and that brings in big tips all the time.”
“I want you. Can't wait till Friday.” Justin stroked his cock, making it hard. He rubbed his finger over the wet slit, moving the precum around the sensitive head.
Brian stroked his cock, urged on by Justin's voice.
“Let yourself go. You know you want it. Envision me, on my back, legs spread, my hole waiting eagerly for your hard cock to enter it in one push. I feel the burn. You were right... the first time... saying it always hurts a little.”
Brian listened to Justin, increasing his movements as Justin sped up his talking.
“That's it. You're almost there. Feel my tight channel surrounding your cock. I'm squeezing my muscles to add to your pleasure. Do you feel it?” Justin could hear Brian's labored breathing and his moans of pleasure, and this pushed Justin to increase his stroking as well. “Come for me. You know you're almost there.” Justin tightened his own grip, feeling the tingling in his spine and the tightening of his balls. “Briannnnnnnn,” he called out as he released his essence over his fingers. His breathing ragged and heart pounding, he lay quietly as he enjoyed the release of endorphins from his orgasm.
Justin's heavy breathing and calling of his name caused Brian to come as well. “AGGGGHHHHH.” He shot his load on his chest and listened to Justin's breathing return to normal. “It’s late. I've got an early meeting. See you tomorrow night.” He didn't wait for Justin's reply, but instead hung up the phone.
Justin stared at the phone on the bed for a few minutes and shrugged. He grabbed the towel he'd brought with him and wiped himself off. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.
Friday was always a busy day for Justin. He met his agent in the mornings to show him what new pieces he'd been working on, and then he went to his studio for a few hours to work. The lunch rush at the restaurant was always good on Fridays; people anticipated their weekends and wanted to start them early. After work, he usually did laundry. On nights that he went dancing, the clubs wouldn't get hopping until 11:00 so he had plenty of time to do his wash and still go out. When he didn't go dancing, he often caught an opening at a gallery with a fellow artist and then ate a late dinner as they discussed the work. Tonight, Brian would be coming in about 6:00, just in time for him to go home from his shift and shower. His body thrummed with anticipation all day.
A whole weekend of Brian sex. No phone sex or intimate encounters with my right hand. Brian told me to get really good at masturbation so I could strengthen my hand. I think I've earned my Master's degree by now.
Justin signed out at the restaurant, grabbed his coat from his locker, and walked quickly home. He called in an order of Thai, not wanting to leave his apartment tonight. Shucking his clothing, he turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. At least I don't have a roommate anymore. That first year was a bitch. Brian and I had to try and keep quiet so we wouldn't disturb my roommate. I can't wait until he gets here.
Justin dried off and got dressed in sweats and a long sleeve T. He conveniently forgot to put on any underwear. Placing the lube and condoms on the nightstand, in the shower, and in the bowl on the coffee table, he decided he was ready for his partner's arrival. The buzzer rang and he pushed the intercom.
“Order for 7B.”
Justin buzzed the door and the delivery person came up. Justin paid for the food, tipped the man and put it in the oven to keep warm. Grabbing a beer and a bag of chips from the kitchen, he moved to the living area to wait for Brian. He flipped on the TV, turned to the cartoon channel, and watched Family Guy. He'd eaten over half the bag of chips and drank all his beer, when the buzzer rang again. He hurried to the intercom.
“Brian.”
“Let me in. The taxi driver nearly killed me twice.”
Justin couldn't wait for Brian so he ran to the elevator to meet him. As the door opened, he practically jumped into Brian's arms, kissing him forcefully. Brian let go of his carry on and gently put down his laptop, enclosing Justin in his arms, and returning the passionate kiss.
When neither could breathe any longer, they broke the kiss. Justin grabbed Brian's hand and led him toward the apartment.
“I ordered Thai. It's in the oven staying warm.” He grabbed his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
“I hate fucking flying. The planes are filled with germ-filled passengers. The breeder next to me kept sneezing the entire flight. I need a shower.” Brian started unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Justin, not wanting to miss any chance to enjoy his partner, helped him remove his clothing and quickly undressed as well.
Brian grabbed the shampoo on the shelf and poured some into his hand, and proceeded to wash Justin's hair. After it was rinsed, he grabbed the pouf ball and poured Justin's citrus body wash on it. He carefully washed Justin's back, taking extra time washing between his legs and his crack. After washing his back, he moved to his chest and finished as he washed his erect cock.
“Glad to see me,” Brian teased as he put aside the squishy.
“Always.” Justin picked up the pouf ball and begun washing Brian's body. He followed the same route that Brian had, starting with his backside and finishing with his very erect cock. “I think you need a little relief there.” He kissed Brian's chest and then made his way down to his cock, taking all of it in his mouth.
“Justin.... You've always been a natural at that.”
Justin smiled but didn't comment as he was enjoying Brian's cock going in and out of his mouth too much. Placing his hands on Brian's ass, he pulled the man toward him, effectively taking him down to the root. Brian placed his hands on Justin's head, running his hands through the silken hair and pushing his mouth toward his cock. Justin swallowed the cock and hummed in pleasure at the feel of his partner in his mouth.
“JUSSSTINNNNN.” Brian shot down Justin's throat and he swallowed all that Brian gave him. Justin kissed his way up Brian's chest and then deepened his kiss on Brian's mouth.
Brian returned the kiss and then turned Justin around as he grabbed the condom from the soap dish. Quickly tearing the condom wrapper open, he sheathed his cock in the latex barrier. He flipped open the tube of lube, putting some on his fingers and teased Justin's hole with his finger.
“Do it,” Justin urged.
Brian pushed one finger into Justin's tight channel, fingering the opening and stretching it to accommodate him. Justin started pushing back toward Brian's finger and Brian knew he was ready. Brian gently pushed into Justin, feeling the barrier give way. Once inside, Justin slammed back toward Brian, pushing Brian's cock into his channel. Brian grabbed Justin's hips, helping to control his thrusting. Justin grabbed his cock, jerking it in time with Brian's thrusts.
“Feels so good. Missed you so much.” Justin turned his head, trying to reach Brian's mouth to kiss him. Brian twisted to accommodate Justin and the multiple stimulations on his body brought him quickly to orgasm. Brian moved his hand from Justin's hip to cover Justin's hand and felt the cum shoot over his hand as well. Taking his hand to his mouth, he licked his fingers clean.
“Tastes good too.” He removed his cock and tied the condom off, letting it drop to the bottom of the shower.
Justin's stomach chose that moment to growl.
“I guess that's my signal to get out and feed you.” Brian turned off the water and grabbed the towels off the towel bar, handing one to Justin and taking the other for himself. “What's for dinner? I've worked up quite an appetite.”
“Beef Satay and Curry Chicken.” Justin hung up his towel and walked in the bedroom, grabbing his sweats and long sleeved T.
“Sounds good. Is it from that place around the corner or the one down the street? I like the one down the street better.” Brian put his overnight bag on the bed, unzipped it, and pulled out some jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt as well.
“The one down the street. The one around the corner had a fire last week.” Justin went into the kitchen, took the food out of the oven, and took out two plates. He divided the food, grabbed a couple of beers, and put out silverware. “Food’s ready. I'm starving.”
Brian joined him and they ate a few bites in silence.
Justin eyed the laptop bag and frowned. “So how much work do you have to accomplish on this visit?” Justin attempted to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
“None. I did it all on the plane. I have to wait fucking two hours at the damn airport and then I'm in the air for an hour. That means I've wasted almost an entire day just getting back and forth. I figured if I took my laptop I could get a lot done while I'm waiting.”
Justin smiled his sunshine smile and it lit up the entire room.
“Glad you're happy. You do realize that sometimes work has to come first.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just...”
“Just what?”
“I see you so seldom these days. I don't want to share you with Kinnetik.”
“It works both ways, Justin. I can't count how many times you've been “inspired” at 3:00 a.m. and I'm left hanging while your muse works itself out.”
Justin took another bite of his chicken and carefully weighed his words before speaking. “I guess you have a point. Do you think we will ever be like “normal couples” and be able to spend weekends with each other without working?”
Brian swallowed the food in his mouth and finished his beer. He walked to the kitchen to grab another. “We're not Stepford Fags Justin, and I don't think we ever will be. I always thought I made that abundantly clear.”
“But you asked me to marry you.”
“I did, but that still doesn't mean we would be Stepford Fags.” Brian returned to the table and sat down.
“What does it mean? What are we doing, Brian? I've been in New York for almost two years and we're still together. We still see each other.”
“Your point being?” Brian couldn't sit any longer, pacing the small living space, and avoiding looking at Justin.
“I don't know my point, Brian.” Justin picked up the dishes and scraped off the remaining food before washing them and putting them in the drainer. He threw away his beer bottle and grabbed a bottle of Beam. Pouring some for himself and another shot for Brian, he walked over to Brian and offered the drink. He went to the couch, holding the glass in his hand and looked at the amber liquid before downing the shot in one gulp. Feeling the burn in his throat and chest, he got up and poured himself another shot which he quickly downed as well.
“I rented Saw 5. We laughed our asses off the last time we rented a horror film.”
Brian knew this discussion wasn't over but appreciated Justin's willingness to change the subject for the time being. “Sounds fine. I suppose you're planning on popping that popcorn that is dunked in butter.”
“A movie isn't a movie without popcorn.” Justin moved toward the kitchen and grabbed the microwave Orville Redenbacher movie popcorn packet. He popped it into the microwave and watched the bag as it expanded in the oven. When the kernels stopped popping, he removed it from the tray to avoid the acrid smell of burnt popcorn.
Brian had found the DVD and placed it in the player. Justin joined Brian on the couch and they watched the movie, making fun of the stupidity of the actors. Brian occasionally took a handful of the popcorn, but Justin ate the majority of it. At the end of the movie, Justin yawned and stretched.
“Want to make it a night? We've got all day tomorrow together and I don't want to sleep it away.”
“I think I could be convinced to join you in bed, although I doubt we will be sleeping any time soon.” Brian smirked. “That is, if I have anything to say about it.”
“I like the way you think.”
After completing their nightly rituals, Justin and Brian returned to the bedroom, where they enjoyed several rounds of blow jobs and sex. It was almost 2:00 a.m. when they fell into an exhausted sleep.
In the morning, they took a quick shower; enjoying only one blow job a piece, and then dressed casually for the day.
“Let's eat at the diner around the corner. I'm in the mood for pancakes.”
“They have decent coffee. Grab your stuff and we'll walk.”
They ate breakfast, talking about the gang, and Debbie and Carl.
“There's a cool exhibit at MoMA I've been wanting to see. What do you say to going this morning and then we could hit Armani or Prada this afternoon?”
“Good. I need a new shirt for clubbing.”
They went to MoMA, spending almost three hours there and then went shopping as promised. Brian tried on a multitude of shirts, and with each successive change of clothing, Justin became more despondent.
“What do you think of this one? I think I could attract lots of hot guys with it.”
“Sure. You can always attract the hot guys.” Justin looked out the window, seeing several couples walk by holding hands, silently wishing that they were he and Brian.
Brian paid for his purchases and they returned to Justin's apartment. “Do you want to go to Club Vida?”
“Whatever you want. You're the guest.”
“It's early. Let's sleep for awhile and go later.”
“Okay.” Justin walked into the bedroom and undressed, and then climbed under the sheets. Brian joined him, placing his arms around Justin's waist as they fell asleep.
It was after 10:00 when Justin woke up. Slightly disoriented to be in bed with Brian at this hour, he quickly remembered their shopping spree and Brian's suggestion to go clubbing.
I don't want to fight with Brian. He's only here for another day. We've had a pretty good weekend and clubbing is something fun to do together.
He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the water for a shower. The noise of the shower woke Brian, and he walked to the bathroom to join Justin. They enjoyed their usual water play and returned to the bedroom to dress for the club.
“I'm going to wear my new shirt. Why don't you put on that blue silk number we bought the last time I was here? You look hot in it.”
Justin nodded as he pushed the hangers in his closet to locate the shirt. “Yep. That's the one. I bet the guys will be dragging you to the back room tonight.”
“I'd rather you drag me there.” Justin went into the bathroom to put some product in his hair.
“I can have you any time I want. You should enjoy the club scene. I know you don't go often.”
Justin remained quiet and didn't comment. I like dancing and I like spending time with Brian. I shouldn't care that Brian tricks when he's with me. We've never really talked about it being different.
They stopped at a coffee shop for a sandwich, and then took a cab to the club. It was packed as usual. After all it, was Saturday night. Justin and Brian made their way to the dance floor. As usual, the other patrons soon noticed the beautiful couple and started to touch and caress both men.
A tall brunet moved behind Justin, rubbing his dick against his ass. At first Justin ignored him, but when a beefy blond started making the moves on Brian and he was responding, Justin turned toward the brunet and danced with him. They completed the song and another started. Midway through the second number, the brunet leaned toward Justin and motioned toward the back room. Justin turned around to look for Brian, and Brian nodded his head in agreement.
Justin soon followed the man to the back room. Justin only bottomed for Brian, therefore, when the two arrived in the darkened room, he pushed the trick against the wall and started unbuckling his belt. The trick quickly complied and soon Justin was sheathed and banging the man against the wall. He came quickly and so did the trick.
Afterwards, the trick pulled up his jeans and turned around, handing Justin a slip of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime.”
Justin only nodded absently and returned to the dance floor. He looked around for Brian, but didn't see him. Making his way to the bar, he ordered a Beam and drank it quickly. Scanning the room again for Brian, he still didn't see the man. He didn't want to wait around. He finished his drink, retrieved his coat from the coat check and went outside to hail a taxi.
He gave the cab driver his address, and was quickly home. Walking into his apartment, he looked around. Brian's things were still in his overnight bag. In fact, there was nothing of Brian's in his apartment to remind Justin of him when he was in Pittsburgh. Is Brian really in my life? Is he just a visitor? He comes, we fuck, we shop, we go to museums and we fuck some more. I do that with Daphne, except the fucking part. He asks me if he looks hot so he can pick up guys. What am I to him? I don't know anymore. I told Daphne I love him, but what is love? Is this love? Is this two people who are trying to move toward each other, or two people who spend time together when it’s convenient?
Justin lit a cigarette, inhaled, and then watched as the tendrils of smoke escaped through his mouth. He made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and blew smoke rings, watching them follow each other like some special signal. He stood at the window, looking at the city that never slept. Even at 2:00 a.m., there was still traffic and people walking the streets. The phone rang, but he ignored it. The only person who called this late was Brian, and he didn’t know if he wanted to talk to him right now. Maybe Daphne was right. Brian and I fuck, but do we really have a relationship? Do we talk about other things besides what to eat, when to fuck, and where to shop? Do I still love him or do I love the idea of him? Have we changed that much? I guess Daphne's right. We have to talk. It’s time.
Brian left the backroom and looked for Justin. He didn't spot him, but didn't worry since it was a very big place and they were bound to run into each other again soon. Whenever they went clubbing, they would trick with a few men and then find each other after a few hours and go to the back room themselves. It was always a big turn on for him. He grabbed another drink and returned to the dance floor for another song. Finding his next trick took only a few minutes as he was quickly surrounded by several willing candidates. He took his trick back to the darkened area, fucked him and then returned to look for Justin. They'd been at the bar for several hours and it was time for them to go to the back room together. He walked up to the cat walk to get a better view and scanned the entire bar, but didn't see his blond. He returned to the back room alone and searched each coupling, but still didn't see him. A niggling fear started in the pit of his stomach. He pulled out his phone and pushed the familiar speed dial, but Justin didn’t pick up. Shit. Where the fuck is he? He did another tour of the bar, but still didn't find Justin. He picked up his phone again and called Justin's cell.
This time Justin answered. “Hello.”
“Justin. Where the fuck are you? I've been searching the bar for the last forty five minutes.”
“I'm not at the bar. I'm home.”
“What the fuck are you doing at home? And why didn't you tell me you were leaving?”
“I didn't see you when I was ready to leave.”
“Fuck, Justin. That sounds like an excuse Gus would give me.”
“I'm not Gus.”
Brian could hear the weariness in Justin's voice. “Are you okay? You're not sick or anything?”
“No, I'm not sick.” Justin stood, watching the cars go by. They were like his life, moving from one destination to another, with no stops in between.
Brian heard what Justin didn't say loud and clear. He wasn't sick but he didn't say he was okay. There is something going on with him. He's been acting weird since we went shopping. Shit. “I'm outside the club now and a cab just pulled up. I'll be there in twenty minutes.”
Justin closed his phone, ending the call. He sniffed himself and decided to take a shower. At least he'd be clean and wouldn't reek of smoke. As Justin was drying off, Brian came home. He saw the light coming from the bathroom and went to join Justin.
Moving toward Justin, Brian leaned in to give him a kiss, but Justin pulled away. “Don't. Just don't.”
Brian looked at Justin, eyebrows arched and lips frowned. He put his thumb to his front teeth. “Justin?”
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“Fuck! Since when do you care how much I drink?”
“Just fucking answer the question. How much did you drink tonight?”
“Two shots, maybe three. Why?”
“Just wanted to make sure you were coherent.” Justin moved into the bedroom and grabbed some underwear, sweats and a hoodie, and then made his way to the living room. He sat in the overstuffed chair and motioned for Brian to sit on the couch.
“Why are you here?”
“What?”
“Why are you here? It’s not a really difficult question.” Justin pulled his foot under him.
“I came to see you.” Brian watched Justin; his body was tightening in on itself which signaled he was scared. He realized this wasn't some random talk.
“Did you want to see me or did you just want your dick sucked?”
“To see you, but that's an added bonus. What the fuck is wrong? Stop with the twenty questions!” Brian moved toward the end of the couch closest to Justin.
“I asked you earlier where we were going. You didn't answer me. I need an answer.”
“Justin, what are you talking about?”
“I've been in New York for almost eighteen months, and you come to see me every month or so. We talk a few times a week. You come to New York, we fuck, we eat, we fuck some more, but we don't talk about our future. You could be Daphne except I don't fuck her.”
“Where did all this come from?”
“When I came to New York you told me it was only time. You do remember those words?
“Yes. I remember that night. In fact, it invades my dreams frequently.”
“You've never said anything,” Justin said softly, surprised by the revelation.
“Why would I?”
“I would have liked to know that you thought about us.”
“Justin.” Brian ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think about you a lot. Why do you think I'm here if I didn't think about you?”
“I'm not a mind reader. It would be nice if you said something occasionally.” Justin got up and walked to the window as he found looking at Brian difficult. He looked out at the traffic moving on the street. “I feel like my life's one of those taxis; driving from one destination to another without having a final point in mind.”
“That's why you came to New York, to start your art career.”
“And that is going well, but what about the rest of my life? Where is that going?”
Brian got up from the couch and walked over to Justin, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind and whispered in his ear, “Wherever you want it to, Sunshine. I'll be a part of it as long as you'll have me.”
Justin took one of Brian's hands in his own and squeezed as he spoke softly, “Do you really want me in your life, Brian?”
“Of course. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I can get my dick sucked in Pittsburgh as you so aptly pointed out, but I'd prefer to have you suck it.”
Justin turned around and wrapped his arms around Brian, looking into his eyes. “You would?”
“Of course, silly twat. You give the best blow jobs and your ass is by far the hottest one out there,” Brian teased.
Justin pulled away a little to continue the discussion. “Then why do you trick when you're with me? You can trick any time you're in Pittsburgh, but you're only with me a few days every month.”
Brian smiled as he finally understood the discussion. “I thought you liked the little game we play, tricking with others, tasting the wares as it were and then coming back to the real treat.”
“Brian, as you said I can trick any time, but I'm only with you a few nights. I'd prefer we not trick when we're with each other. You're so much better than anyone else, why settle for second best?”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You agree?” Justin sounded a little surprised at how easily Brian agreed.
“Sure. Why not? I get the best fucks and the best blow jobs the whole weekend. Why wouldn't I say yes?”
Justin beamed his sunshine smile and practically leapt into Brian's arms, squeezing him tight. “I love you, Brian Kinney.”
“Seems to me that you still owe me a good fuck. I think we should go to the bedroom so we can fuck each other's brains out. What do you think?”
“I like the way you think.” Justin stripped his clothes off before he left the bedroom, and looked back to a naked Brian…
The end.
Author: sfscarlet
Drabble: Drabble #4 by testdog65
Short Summary: Justin’s discontent leads to a revelation.
Notes Timeline: Post 513 Characters: Justin, Brian, and Daphne. Warnings slight angst, NC-17, beta girloftheburbs
This is the drabble that inspired the story.
Justin watched the smoke unwind in dissipating curls before it vanished in the breeze from the open window. He inhaled again and let the smoke expand in his lungs, feeling the tightening pull and burn before allowing it to escape, this time in the forced rush of his exhale.
A cacophony of noise filtered up from the street below; honking horns, distant sirens and the occasional muffled shout. All of it was as much a part of the background as the buildings and the heat and the endless press of people.
Justin ignored the phone as it began to ring again.
****
“Hey.” Justin looked at the caller ID as he flipped open his phone. “I see you've taken time out from saving lives to remember your best friend.”
“Justin! I'm crazy busy with med school, but I have this weekend off and I thought I'd come see you.”
“That would be great, but I've got plans.”
“Change them. How often do I get to see you? It’s been months. We both need some best friend time together. We'll rent some movies, pop buttered popcorn and you'll regale me with tales of your many conquests.”
“I can't. Brian's coming up this weekend and I haven't seen him in two months. I think my dick's getting tired of my right hand.”
Daphne giggled. “Don't tell me that you haven't slept with anyone in the last two months. Justin, you've got to be kidding me. You know the great Brian Kinney is not going to be celibate for you.”
Justin walked over to the fridge to grab a soda. After popping the top and taking a drink, he continued his conversation. “No I don't expect him to be celibate and I'm not either, but these days, I just prefer him to some random trick.” Justin frowned a little at his confession.
Daphne put her feet on the side of the couch while she lay on her back and twirled a strand of her curls. “Have you talked to him about this revelation?”
Justin plopped down in the overstuffed chair in his apartment as he played with the tin can. “No. I don't want him freaking out. It’s bad enough that I have these thoughts. If I told him, he'd just call me a lesbian and change the subject.”
Daphne was quiet for a moment. “He could be thinking the same thing. You two are the most stubborn couple I know. It’s like you constantly walk on eggshells. I don't know how you’ve stayed together for so long.”
Justin kicked his foot in time to the music playing on the radio. “I love him. It’s just that simple.”
“Is it? People in love talk to each other. They share their thoughts. When was the last time you two had a real conversation? I'm not talking about what's for dinner or where do you want to go clubbing?”
Justin sat up straight in the chair, his body on the defensive. “We talk, just not in front of anyone. Brian and I have a really close relationship, it’s just private.”
“You fuck a lot. That is not a relationship.”
“He's my partner. I thought you of all people would understand. Can we change the subject?”
“Justin. I know you love Brian. It's just that I worry. You should be able to talk to the person you love without fear of rejection and laughter.”
“Whatever. So how's Jim? Is he satisfying your every need in bed?”
“Justin Taylor. I DO NOT talk about my sex life!” Daphne walked to her bathroom and grabbed her brush. As she undid her hair band, she shook out her hair in preparation of brushing it.
“Why not? You ask me about mine all the time. “Justin walked to the kitchen to throw the can in the recycle bin. He opened the refrigerator and looked at the contents. “I'm starving and there's nothing in here to eat. I guess I'll have to go to the store.” He closed the door and walked toward his bedroom to grab a pair of socks.
“You've been telling me about your escapades with Brian since you lost your virginity. It's not new ground.” She finished brushing her hair and left the bathroom.
He pulled a sock on. “So once you've slept with Jim a few times, it’s old ground and you can tell me all about it.” He pulled the other sock on and located his shoes under the bed. “Maybe I can see you when I come down to the Pitts next month. Molly's birthday is the 17th and I promised Mom I'd come into town. I'll be there about a week. We should catch up.”
“Shit!” Daphne yelled. “I'm going to be late for my Anatomy and Physiology class if I don't leave right now. Bye Justin.”
“Bye Daphne. I'll see you in a few...” The phone went dead before he could finish his sentence. He grabbed his coat, wallet, keys and cell and left the apartment to get groceries.
Returning to his apartment, he put the groceries away and fixed himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He looked at his mail from the last few days as he ate his sandwich. He cleaned his plate, not wanting to attract bugs and left it in the drying rack. He went into his bedroom and changed into his uniform for work, and walked to his job as a waiter at Barolo to work his shift.
During the evening, he reviewed his conversation with Daphne. She made some good points and maybe I should talk to Brian. This is the perfect weekend. I don't have to work and all my paintings for the show are complete. I'll have Brian to myself all weekend. Maybe Saturday afternoon would be a good time. We should be well fucked by then and have some time to talk.
He finished his shift and walked home. As he emptied his pockets, he looked at his tips. One day I hope I won't have to count every penny. I'd like to be like Brian, just take out my checkbook, knowing that the money is there to do whatever I want. He stripped down and got in the shower, wanting to get the smell of food off his body. It was 1:00 a.m. when he finished.
He flipped open his phone and pressed the familiar number to speed dial Brian. “Hey.” He pulled open the blankets as he got in bed. “Where are you?”
“In bed, Twat.”
“Sorry. Am I interrupting? I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Stop, Justin. I'm alone. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing. You?”
“The same. How was work? Make good tips?”
“Work was work. Made $350 bucks but it’s already spent on canvas and paint.” Justin ran his hand down his chest, stopping to play with his nipples.
“The cost of being an artist.” Brian played with his cock as it began to grow hard. “I know you're hot in your waiter uniform, and that brings in big tips all the time.”
“I want you. Can't wait till Friday.” Justin stroked his cock, making it hard. He rubbed his finger over the wet slit, moving the precum around the sensitive head.
Brian stroked his cock, urged on by Justin's voice.
“Let yourself go. You know you want it. Envision me, on my back, legs spread, my hole waiting eagerly for your hard cock to enter it in one push. I feel the burn. You were right... the first time... saying it always hurts a little.”
Brian listened to Justin, increasing his movements as Justin sped up his talking.
“That's it. You're almost there. Feel my tight channel surrounding your cock. I'm squeezing my muscles to add to your pleasure. Do you feel it?” Justin could hear Brian's labored breathing and his moans of pleasure, and this pushed Justin to increase his stroking as well. “Come for me. You know you're almost there.” Justin tightened his own grip, feeling the tingling in his spine and the tightening of his balls. “Briannnnnnnn,” he called out as he released his essence over his fingers. His breathing ragged and heart pounding, he lay quietly as he enjoyed the release of endorphins from his orgasm.
Justin's heavy breathing and calling of his name caused Brian to come as well. “AGGGGHHHHH.” He shot his load on his chest and listened to Justin's breathing return to normal. “It’s late. I've got an early meeting. See you tomorrow night.” He didn't wait for Justin's reply, but instead hung up the phone.
Justin stared at the phone on the bed for a few minutes and shrugged. He grabbed the towel he'd brought with him and wiped himself off. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.
Friday was always a busy day for Justin. He met his agent in the mornings to show him what new pieces he'd been working on, and then he went to his studio for a few hours to work. The lunch rush at the restaurant was always good on Fridays; people anticipated their weekends and wanted to start them early. After work, he usually did laundry. On nights that he went dancing, the clubs wouldn't get hopping until 11:00 so he had plenty of time to do his wash and still go out. When he didn't go dancing, he often caught an opening at a gallery with a fellow artist and then ate a late dinner as they discussed the work. Tonight, Brian would be coming in about 6:00, just in time for him to go home from his shift and shower. His body thrummed with anticipation all day.
A whole weekend of Brian sex. No phone sex or intimate encounters with my right hand. Brian told me to get really good at masturbation so I could strengthen my hand. I think I've earned my Master's degree by now.
Justin signed out at the restaurant, grabbed his coat from his locker, and walked quickly home. He called in an order of Thai, not wanting to leave his apartment tonight. Shucking his clothing, he turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. At least I don't have a roommate anymore. That first year was a bitch. Brian and I had to try and keep quiet so we wouldn't disturb my roommate. I can't wait until he gets here.
Justin dried off and got dressed in sweats and a long sleeve T. He conveniently forgot to put on any underwear. Placing the lube and condoms on the nightstand, in the shower, and in the bowl on the coffee table, he decided he was ready for his partner's arrival. The buzzer rang and he pushed the intercom.
“Order for 7B.”
Justin buzzed the door and the delivery person came up. Justin paid for the food, tipped the man and put it in the oven to keep warm. Grabbing a beer and a bag of chips from the kitchen, he moved to the living area to wait for Brian. He flipped on the TV, turned to the cartoon channel, and watched Family Guy. He'd eaten over half the bag of chips and drank all his beer, when the buzzer rang again. He hurried to the intercom.
“Brian.”
“Let me in. The taxi driver nearly killed me twice.”
Justin couldn't wait for Brian so he ran to the elevator to meet him. As the door opened, he practically jumped into Brian's arms, kissing him forcefully. Brian let go of his carry on and gently put down his laptop, enclosing Justin in his arms, and returning the passionate kiss.
When neither could breathe any longer, they broke the kiss. Justin grabbed Brian's hand and led him toward the apartment.
“I ordered Thai. It's in the oven staying warm.” He grabbed his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
“I hate fucking flying. The planes are filled with germ-filled passengers. The breeder next to me kept sneezing the entire flight. I need a shower.” Brian started unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckled his pants. Justin, not wanting to miss any chance to enjoy his partner, helped him remove his clothing and quickly undressed as well.
Brian grabbed the shampoo on the shelf and poured some into his hand, and proceeded to wash Justin's hair. After it was rinsed, he grabbed the pouf ball and poured Justin's citrus body wash on it. He carefully washed Justin's back, taking extra time washing between his legs and his crack. After washing his back, he moved to his chest and finished as he washed his erect cock.
“Glad to see me,” Brian teased as he put aside the squishy.
“Always.” Justin picked up the pouf ball and begun washing Brian's body. He followed the same route that Brian had, starting with his backside and finishing with his very erect cock. “I think you need a little relief there.” He kissed Brian's chest and then made his way down to his cock, taking all of it in his mouth.
“Justin.... You've always been a natural at that.”
Justin smiled but didn't comment as he was enjoying Brian's cock going in and out of his mouth too much. Placing his hands on Brian's ass, he pulled the man toward him, effectively taking him down to the root. Brian placed his hands on Justin's head, running his hands through the silken hair and pushing his mouth toward his cock. Justin swallowed the cock and hummed in pleasure at the feel of his partner in his mouth.
“JUSSSTINNNNN.” Brian shot down Justin's throat and he swallowed all that Brian gave him. Justin kissed his way up Brian's chest and then deepened his kiss on Brian's mouth.
Brian returned the kiss and then turned Justin around as he grabbed the condom from the soap dish. Quickly tearing the condom wrapper open, he sheathed his cock in the latex barrier. He flipped open the tube of lube, putting some on his fingers and teased Justin's hole with his finger.
“Do it,” Justin urged.
Brian pushed one finger into Justin's tight channel, fingering the opening and stretching it to accommodate him. Justin started pushing back toward Brian's finger and Brian knew he was ready. Brian gently pushed into Justin, feeling the barrier give way. Once inside, Justin slammed back toward Brian, pushing Brian's cock into his channel. Brian grabbed Justin's hips, helping to control his thrusting. Justin grabbed his cock, jerking it in time with Brian's thrusts.
“Feels so good. Missed you so much.” Justin turned his head, trying to reach Brian's mouth to kiss him. Brian twisted to accommodate Justin and the multiple stimulations on his body brought him quickly to orgasm. Brian moved his hand from Justin's hip to cover Justin's hand and felt the cum shoot over his hand as well. Taking his hand to his mouth, he licked his fingers clean.
“Tastes good too.” He removed his cock and tied the condom off, letting it drop to the bottom of the shower.
Justin's stomach chose that moment to growl.
“I guess that's my signal to get out and feed you.” Brian turned off the water and grabbed the towels off the towel bar, handing one to Justin and taking the other for himself. “What's for dinner? I've worked up quite an appetite.”
“Beef Satay and Curry Chicken.” Justin hung up his towel and walked in the bedroom, grabbing his sweats and long sleeved T.
“Sounds good. Is it from that place around the corner or the one down the street? I like the one down the street better.” Brian put his overnight bag on the bed, unzipped it, and pulled out some jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt as well.
“The one down the street. The one around the corner had a fire last week.” Justin went into the kitchen, took the food out of the oven, and took out two plates. He divided the food, grabbed a couple of beers, and put out silverware. “Food’s ready. I'm starving.”
Brian joined him and they ate a few bites in silence.
Justin eyed the laptop bag and frowned. “So how much work do you have to accomplish on this visit?” Justin attempted to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
“None. I did it all on the plane. I have to wait fucking two hours at the damn airport and then I'm in the air for an hour. That means I've wasted almost an entire day just getting back and forth. I figured if I took my laptop I could get a lot done while I'm waiting.”
Justin smiled his sunshine smile and it lit up the entire room.
“Glad you're happy. You do realize that sometimes work has to come first.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just...”
“Just what?”
“I see you so seldom these days. I don't want to share you with Kinnetik.”
“It works both ways, Justin. I can't count how many times you've been “inspired” at 3:00 a.m. and I'm left hanging while your muse works itself out.”
Justin took another bite of his chicken and carefully weighed his words before speaking. “I guess you have a point. Do you think we will ever be like “normal couples” and be able to spend weekends with each other without working?”
Brian swallowed the food in his mouth and finished his beer. He walked to the kitchen to grab another. “We're not Stepford Fags Justin, and I don't think we ever will be. I always thought I made that abundantly clear.”
“But you asked me to marry you.”
“I did, but that still doesn't mean we would be Stepford Fags.” Brian returned to the table and sat down.
“What does it mean? What are we doing, Brian? I've been in New York for almost two years and we're still together. We still see each other.”
“Your point being?” Brian couldn't sit any longer, pacing the small living space, and avoiding looking at Justin.
“I don't know my point, Brian.” Justin picked up the dishes and scraped off the remaining food before washing them and putting them in the drainer. He threw away his beer bottle and grabbed a bottle of Beam. Pouring some for himself and another shot for Brian, he walked over to Brian and offered the drink. He went to the couch, holding the glass in his hand and looked at the amber liquid before downing the shot in one gulp. Feeling the burn in his throat and chest, he got up and poured himself another shot which he quickly downed as well.
“I rented Saw 5. We laughed our asses off the last time we rented a horror film.”
Brian knew this discussion wasn't over but appreciated Justin's willingness to change the subject for the time being. “Sounds fine. I suppose you're planning on popping that popcorn that is dunked in butter.”
“A movie isn't a movie without popcorn.” Justin moved toward the kitchen and grabbed the microwave Orville Redenbacher movie popcorn packet. He popped it into the microwave and watched the bag as it expanded in the oven. When the kernels stopped popping, he removed it from the tray to avoid the acrid smell of burnt popcorn.
Brian had found the DVD and placed it in the player. Justin joined Brian on the couch and they watched the movie, making fun of the stupidity of the actors. Brian occasionally took a handful of the popcorn, but Justin ate the majority of it. At the end of the movie, Justin yawned and stretched.
“Want to make it a night? We've got all day tomorrow together and I don't want to sleep it away.”
“I think I could be convinced to join you in bed, although I doubt we will be sleeping any time soon.” Brian smirked. “That is, if I have anything to say about it.”
“I like the way you think.”
After completing their nightly rituals, Justin and Brian returned to the bedroom, where they enjoyed several rounds of blow jobs and sex. It was almost 2:00 a.m. when they fell into an exhausted sleep.
In the morning, they took a quick shower; enjoying only one blow job a piece, and then dressed casually for the day.
“Let's eat at the diner around the corner. I'm in the mood for pancakes.”
“They have decent coffee. Grab your stuff and we'll walk.”
They ate breakfast, talking about the gang, and Debbie and Carl.
“There's a cool exhibit at MoMA I've been wanting to see. What do you say to going this morning and then we could hit Armani or Prada this afternoon?”
“Good. I need a new shirt for clubbing.”
They went to MoMA, spending almost three hours there and then went shopping as promised. Brian tried on a multitude of shirts, and with each successive change of clothing, Justin became more despondent.
“What do you think of this one? I think I could attract lots of hot guys with it.”
“Sure. You can always attract the hot guys.” Justin looked out the window, seeing several couples walk by holding hands, silently wishing that they were he and Brian.
Brian paid for his purchases and they returned to Justin's apartment. “Do you want to go to Club Vida?”
“Whatever you want. You're the guest.”
“It's early. Let's sleep for awhile and go later.”
“Okay.” Justin walked into the bedroom and undressed, and then climbed under the sheets. Brian joined him, placing his arms around Justin's waist as they fell asleep.
It was after 10:00 when Justin woke up. Slightly disoriented to be in bed with Brian at this hour, he quickly remembered their shopping spree and Brian's suggestion to go clubbing.
I don't want to fight with Brian. He's only here for another day. We've had a pretty good weekend and clubbing is something fun to do together.
He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the water for a shower. The noise of the shower woke Brian, and he walked to the bathroom to join Justin. They enjoyed their usual water play and returned to the bedroom to dress for the club.
“I'm going to wear my new shirt. Why don't you put on that blue silk number we bought the last time I was here? You look hot in it.”
Justin nodded as he pushed the hangers in his closet to locate the shirt. “Yep. That's the one. I bet the guys will be dragging you to the back room tonight.”
“I'd rather you drag me there.” Justin went into the bathroom to put some product in his hair.
“I can have you any time I want. You should enjoy the club scene. I know you don't go often.”
Justin remained quiet and didn't comment. I like dancing and I like spending time with Brian. I shouldn't care that Brian tricks when he's with me. We've never really talked about it being different.
They stopped at a coffee shop for a sandwich, and then took a cab to the club. It was packed as usual. After all it, was Saturday night. Justin and Brian made their way to the dance floor. As usual, the other patrons soon noticed the beautiful couple and started to touch and caress both men.
A tall brunet moved behind Justin, rubbing his dick against his ass. At first Justin ignored him, but when a beefy blond started making the moves on Brian and he was responding, Justin turned toward the brunet and danced with him. They completed the song and another started. Midway through the second number, the brunet leaned toward Justin and motioned toward the back room. Justin turned around to look for Brian, and Brian nodded his head in agreement.
Justin soon followed the man to the back room. Justin only bottomed for Brian, therefore, when the two arrived in the darkened room, he pushed the trick against the wall and started unbuckling his belt. The trick quickly complied and soon Justin was sheathed and banging the man against the wall. He came quickly and so did the trick.
Afterwards, the trick pulled up his jeans and turned around, handing Justin a slip of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime.”
Justin only nodded absently and returned to the dance floor. He looked around for Brian, but didn't see him. Making his way to the bar, he ordered a Beam and drank it quickly. Scanning the room again for Brian, he still didn't see the man. He didn't want to wait around. He finished his drink, retrieved his coat from the coat check and went outside to hail a taxi.
He gave the cab driver his address, and was quickly home. Walking into his apartment, he looked around. Brian's things were still in his overnight bag. In fact, there was nothing of Brian's in his apartment to remind Justin of him when he was in Pittsburgh. Is Brian really in my life? Is he just a visitor? He comes, we fuck, we shop, we go to museums and we fuck some more. I do that with Daphne, except the fucking part. He asks me if he looks hot so he can pick up guys. What am I to him? I don't know anymore. I told Daphne I love him, but what is love? Is this love? Is this two people who are trying to move toward each other, or two people who spend time together when it’s convenient?
Justin lit a cigarette, inhaled, and then watched as the tendrils of smoke escaped through his mouth. He made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and blew smoke rings, watching them follow each other like some special signal. He stood at the window, looking at the city that never slept. Even at 2:00 a.m., there was still traffic and people walking the streets. The phone rang, but he ignored it. The only person who called this late was Brian, and he didn’t know if he wanted to talk to him right now. Maybe Daphne was right. Brian and I fuck, but do we really have a relationship? Do we talk about other things besides what to eat, when to fuck, and where to shop? Do I still love him or do I love the idea of him? Have we changed that much? I guess Daphne's right. We have to talk. It’s time.
Brian left the backroom and looked for Justin. He didn't spot him, but didn't worry since it was a very big place and they were bound to run into each other again soon. Whenever they went clubbing, they would trick with a few men and then find each other after a few hours and go to the back room themselves. It was always a big turn on for him. He grabbed another drink and returned to the dance floor for another song. Finding his next trick took only a few minutes as he was quickly surrounded by several willing candidates. He took his trick back to the darkened area, fucked him and then returned to look for Justin. They'd been at the bar for several hours and it was time for them to go to the back room together. He walked up to the cat walk to get a better view and scanned the entire bar, but didn't see his blond. He returned to the back room alone and searched each coupling, but still didn't see him. A niggling fear started in the pit of his stomach. He pulled out his phone and pushed the familiar speed dial, but Justin didn’t pick up. Shit. Where the fuck is he? He did another tour of the bar, but still didn't find Justin. He picked up his phone again and called Justin's cell.
This time Justin answered. “Hello.”
“Justin. Where the fuck are you? I've been searching the bar for the last forty five minutes.”
“I'm not at the bar. I'm home.”
“What the fuck are you doing at home? And why didn't you tell me you were leaving?”
“I didn't see you when I was ready to leave.”
“Fuck, Justin. That sounds like an excuse Gus would give me.”
“I'm not Gus.”
Brian could hear the weariness in Justin's voice. “Are you okay? You're not sick or anything?”
“No, I'm not sick.” Justin stood, watching the cars go by. They were like his life, moving from one destination to another, with no stops in between.
Brian heard what Justin didn't say loud and clear. He wasn't sick but he didn't say he was okay. There is something going on with him. He's been acting weird since we went shopping. Shit. “I'm outside the club now and a cab just pulled up. I'll be there in twenty minutes.”
Justin closed his phone, ending the call. He sniffed himself and decided to take a shower. At least he'd be clean and wouldn't reek of smoke. As Justin was drying off, Brian came home. He saw the light coming from the bathroom and went to join Justin.
Moving toward Justin, Brian leaned in to give him a kiss, but Justin pulled away. “Don't. Just don't.”
Brian looked at Justin, eyebrows arched and lips frowned. He put his thumb to his front teeth. “Justin?”
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“Fuck! Since when do you care how much I drink?”
“Just fucking answer the question. How much did you drink tonight?”
“Two shots, maybe three. Why?”
“Just wanted to make sure you were coherent.” Justin moved into the bedroom and grabbed some underwear, sweats and a hoodie, and then made his way to the living room. He sat in the overstuffed chair and motioned for Brian to sit on the couch.
“Why are you here?”
“What?”
“Why are you here? It’s not a really difficult question.” Justin pulled his foot under him.
“I came to see you.” Brian watched Justin; his body was tightening in on itself which signaled he was scared. He realized this wasn't some random talk.
“Did you want to see me or did you just want your dick sucked?”
“To see you, but that's an added bonus. What the fuck is wrong? Stop with the twenty questions!” Brian moved toward the end of the couch closest to Justin.
“I asked you earlier where we were going. You didn't answer me. I need an answer.”
“Justin, what are you talking about?”
“I've been in New York for almost eighteen months, and you come to see me every month or so. We talk a few times a week. You come to New York, we fuck, we eat, we fuck some more, but we don't talk about our future. You could be Daphne except I don't fuck her.”
“Where did all this come from?”
“When I came to New York you told me it was only time. You do remember those words?
“Yes. I remember that night. In fact, it invades my dreams frequently.”
“You've never said anything,” Justin said softly, surprised by the revelation.
“Why would I?”
“I would have liked to know that you thought about us.”
“Justin.” Brian ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think about you a lot. Why do you think I'm here if I didn't think about you?”
“I'm not a mind reader. It would be nice if you said something occasionally.” Justin got up and walked to the window as he found looking at Brian difficult. He looked out at the traffic moving on the street. “I feel like my life's one of those taxis; driving from one destination to another without having a final point in mind.”
“That's why you came to New York, to start your art career.”
“And that is going well, but what about the rest of my life? Where is that going?”
Brian got up from the couch and walked over to Justin, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind and whispered in his ear, “Wherever you want it to, Sunshine. I'll be a part of it as long as you'll have me.”
Justin took one of Brian's hands in his own and squeezed as he spoke softly, “Do you really want me in your life, Brian?”
“Of course. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I can get my dick sucked in Pittsburgh as you so aptly pointed out, but I'd prefer to have you suck it.”
Justin turned around and wrapped his arms around Brian, looking into his eyes. “You would?”
“Of course, silly twat. You give the best blow jobs and your ass is by far the hottest one out there,” Brian teased.
Justin pulled away a little to continue the discussion. “Then why do you trick when you're with me? You can trick any time you're in Pittsburgh, but you're only with me a few days every month.”
Brian smiled as he finally understood the discussion. “I thought you liked the little game we play, tricking with others, tasting the wares as it were and then coming back to the real treat.”
“Brian, as you said I can trick any time, but I'm only with you a few nights. I'd prefer we not trick when we're with each other. You're so much better than anyone else, why settle for second best?”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You agree?” Justin sounded a little surprised at how easily Brian agreed.
“Sure. Why not? I get the best fucks and the best blow jobs the whole weekend. Why wouldn't I say yes?”
Justin beamed his sunshine smile and practically leapt into Brian's arms, squeezing him tight. “I love you, Brian Kinney.”
“Seems to me that you still owe me a good fuck. I think we should go to the bedroom so we can fuck each other's brains out. What do you think?”
“I like the way you think.” Justin stripped his clothes off before he left the bedroom, and looked back to a naked Brian…
The end.