Unwanted Attention ch. 5
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“I want you to take it easy for a couple of days. Make sure you drink lots of fluids.”
Brian coughed to cover up his laugh. Justin smirked and continued to face the doctor, struggling to keep a straight face. The doctor looked up with raised eyebrows. “Not those kinds of fluids. And, speaking of which, sex is fine but nothing too strenuous.”
The doctor closed his chart. “Okay, that’s it, just a few more forms to fill out and you’re good to go.” The doctor shook both their hands and then left the room.
Justin swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved to get up. But before he could stand up, Brian came up to him and stood between his legs, pinning him to the bed. “You ready to get out of here?” Brian asked while he brushed Justin’s hair off his forehead and rested his hands on Justin’s thighs.
“God yes! The sooner the better. Just let me get changed.”
Brian leered and leaned in close to Justin, kissing his cheek. He slowly moved his lips towards Justin’s ear, “Need any help with that?” He rubbed his hands on Justin’s thighs, working his right hand up Justin’s hospital gown. Justin laughed and placed his hand on top of Brian’s, stopping him before he could reach his cock.
“I can just imagine what kind of help you’d give me.” Brian just nipped Justin’s neck and squeezed his thigh in response.
“And as much as I would love your kind of help, if I don’t get out of this hospital now, I’m going to go insane. The sooner we leave, the sooner you can fuck me in our big bed.” Brian groaned and dropped his head on Justin’s shoulder in exasperation. Justin laughed and pushed against Brian’s shoulders until they were face-to-face. “You go sign the forms, and I’ll get dressed.”
“Yes, dear.” Brian mumbled. Justin pulled Brian close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As Brian turned around to go, Justin gave him a playful slap on the ass.
Brian looked over his shoulder, “Just wait until I get you home, Sunshine.”
“I can’t wait.” Justin said with a wink.
Brian scoffed and left the room.
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As Justin was buttoning up his shirt, he heard his hospital door bang open. “Wow, that was really fast. What did you do, charm all the nurses?”
“Justin.”
Justin whipped around, coming face-to-face with his father.
“What are doing here?” Justin asked in disbelief.
“Thought I’d come and see how my faggot son was doing.” Craig said, while walking into the room.
Justin stared in shock, not believing what he was hearing. He hadn’t seen or heard from his father in over a year.
“As you can see, I’m doing fine.” Justin said sarcastically. “By the way, how did you know I was here?”
“Tommy’s wife works at this hospital. She asked me how my son was doing, after being attacked. Damnit Justin, my whole office now knows that my son was sexually attacked at some pervert club.” Craig ranted while pacing the room.
“Gee Dad, I’m really touched by your concern.” Justin said with a sneer in his voice.
“Cut the bullshit. When are you going to stop fucking around and embarrassing me?”
“And what? Become straight and go play golf at the country club. Hey, maybe I can take a page out of your book and bang all my secretaries, while my little wife waits at home.”
“At least that would be better than what you are now.”
“And just what am I, Craig?”
“A freak of nature, that is going to die from AIDS, just like your slut of a boyfriend.”
Brian raised his eyebrows at Craig’s words. He had stopped fucking around on Justin a while ago, though he wasn’t ready to tell Justin that. Besides, in the past they had always been careful. Brian had seen Craig enter Justin’s room and had followed to make sure he didn’t upset Justin too much. However, Justin didn’t seem to need any help standing up to his father, so he decided to wait outside the door, his presence unknown.
“Fuck you. You don’t know us. You have no right to make judgments on how we live our lives.” Justin yelled back.
“I’m tired of arguing with you Justin. We need to get something straight, right here, right now. You’re not my son. I can care less what happens to you. In fact, if you really want to know the truth, I wish you would’ve died when Chris Hobbs bashed you.”
Justin was silent for a moment, trying to control his emotions, not wanting Craig see how much his statement hurt.
Outside the room, Brian closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. He knew that Justin had always harbored a small hope that his father would come to accept him and want to be a part of his life. But now Brian knew that would never happen, and he felt bad for the pain he knew Justin was feeling.
Justin stared at Craig with no expression on his face. “Okay. That’s it. We have nothing further to say to each other. I don’t want to see you or hear from you again. As of right now, I no longer have a father.” Craig turned around and made his way to the door. But before he could leave, Justin’s voice stopped him cold. “And when you’re old, miserable and dying alone, like I know you will be, don’t try and contact me to make amends because I won’t care.”
Craig looked back at Justin and nodded his head. “Good-bye Justin.” And with that he walked out the door.
Justin felt all the air leave his body as he collapsed onto the bed.
Brian grabbed Craig’s arm before he could pass him. “You’re a sorry piece-of-shit and you don’t deserve him as a son. Justin’s better off without you in his life, and now he knows it. So, fuck off asshole.”
Craig pulled his arm away from Brian and stalked down the corridor.
When Brian entered the room, he found Justin gathering the last of his things. Justin looked up, “Everything done?”
Brian nodded and walked over to Justin. He pulled Justin into his chest and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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Brian closed the loft door and carried Justin’s hospital bag into their bedroom, as Justin went into the kitchen. “So how many dinner’s do you think Debbie’s cooked for us?” Justin asked as he looked through the freezer.
Brian chuckled as he came into the kitchen, stopping behind Justin and grabbing a container from the freezer. “Wonder what’s in box number one?”
Justin grabbed some plates, “I’m guessing ... Italian?”
Brian peeled back the lid and smiled at Justin. “Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner. You get a special prize.”
Justin placed the dishes on the counter and watched as Brian put the lasagna in the oven. “I thought I got a special prize every night.”
Brian looked over with his patented tongue-in-cheek expression. “Careful, Sonnyboy. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Justin waltzed up to Brian and cupped his crotch with his right hand, squeezing firmly. “Who says I can’t finish it? We have time before dinner’s ready.”
Brian tipped Justin’s head back and started to lick at Justin’s lips. Justin opened his mouth wide accepting his lover’s tongue, as he reached up to bury his fingers in Brian’s hair. Justin grinded his erection against Brian, as he sucked on his tongue. Justin ran his hand down Brian’s chest, stopping when he reached his nipple. He circled Brian’s nipple with his thumb, before pinching it sharply. Brian groaned and shoved his hands down the back of Justin’s pants, gripping his ass. Justin tore his mouth away from Brian and rested his head against Brian’s forehead, breathing heavily.
“Brian....” Justin gasped.
“Tell me.” Brian whispered as he ran his finger down Justin’s crack. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please.........Brian.”
Brian smiled and placed a kiss on Justin’s neck. “I’ll do what you want, just tell me.”
Justin grabbed Brian’s face firmly and looked into his eyes. “I want you to put your thick fingers up my ass and fuck me.”
“You got it, Sunshine.” Brian removed his hands from Justin’s pants and gripped his hips, lifting Justin onto the counter. He tore open Justin’s jeans and tugged them off, as Justin toed off his shoes. Justin unbuttoned Brian’s jeans and freed his cock. Brian shoved Justin’s legs apart and stepped between them. “Lay back.”
“No, I want to watch.” Justin said before reclining back onto his elbows.
Brian looked at Justin spread wantonly on the counter and his eyes darkened with lust. He ran his fingers around Justin’s lips. “Get them wet.”
Justin opened his mouth and sucked on Brian’s three fingers, never breaking eye contact. After a few moments, Brian pulled his fingers back and placed them at Justin’s hole. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Justin’s, as he shoved one finger into him.
Justin arched his back and pressed down on Brian’s finger. “More.”
Brian placed two more fingers into Justin and started to fuck him with all three fingers.
“Oh, God!” Justin moaned and fisted his cock in time with Brian’s thrusts.
“You like it?” Brian breathed, as he rubbed his own erection against Justin’s thigh.
Justin threw his head back, “Yes.” He gritted out as he started to feel his orgasm building.
Brian pressed his face against Justin’s neck, and breathed him in, as he felt his own orgasm approach. When he felt Justin’s cum against his chest, he groaned out Justin’s name and came against his thigh. Brian slumped on top of Justin as they both tried to catch their breath.
Ding
Both men raised their heads and looked over at the stove. “Dinner’s ready.”
“I want you to take it easy for a couple of days. Make sure you drink lots of fluids.”
Brian coughed to cover up his laugh. Justin smirked and continued to face the doctor, struggling to keep a straight face. The doctor looked up with raised eyebrows. “Not those kinds of fluids. And, speaking of which, sex is fine but nothing too strenuous.”
The doctor closed his chart. “Okay, that’s it, just a few more forms to fill out and you’re good to go.” The doctor shook both their hands and then left the room.
Justin swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved to get up. But before he could stand up, Brian came up to him and stood between his legs, pinning him to the bed. “You ready to get out of here?” Brian asked while he brushed Justin’s hair off his forehead and rested his hands on Justin’s thighs.
“God yes! The sooner the better. Just let me get changed.”
Brian leered and leaned in close to Justin, kissing his cheek. He slowly moved his lips towards Justin’s ear, “Need any help with that?” He rubbed his hands on Justin’s thighs, working his right hand up Justin’s hospital gown. Justin laughed and placed his hand on top of Brian’s, stopping him before he could reach his cock.
“I can just imagine what kind of help you’d give me.” Brian just nipped Justin’s neck and squeezed his thigh in response.
“And as much as I would love your kind of help, if I don’t get out of this hospital now, I’m going to go insane. The sooner we leave, the sooner you can fuck me in our big bed.” Brian groaned and dropped his head on Justin’s shoulder in exasperation. Justin laughed and pushed against Brian’s shoulders until they were face-to-face. “You go sign the forms, and I’ll get dressed.”
“Yes, dear.” Brian mumbled. Justin pulled Brian close and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As Brian turned around to go, Justin gave him a playful slap on the ass.
Brian looked over his shoulder, “Just wait until I get you home, Sunshine.”
“I can’t wait.” Justin said with a wink.
Brian scoffed and left the room.
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As Justin was buttoning up his shirt, he heard his hospital door bang open. “Wow, that was really fast. What did you do, charm all the nurses?”
“Justin.”
Justin whipped around, coming face-to-face with his father.
“What are doing here?” Justin asked in disbelief.
“Thought I’d come and see how my faggot son was doing.” Craig said, while walking into the room.
Justin stared in shock, not believing what he was hearing. He hadn’t seen or heard from his father in over a year.
“As you can see, I’m doing fine.” Justin said sarcastically. “By the way, how did you know I was here?”
“Tommy’s wife works at this hospital. She asked me how my son was doing, after being attacked. Damnit Justin, my whole office now knows that my son was sexually attacked at some pervert club.” Craig ranted while pacing the room.
“Gee Dad, I’m really touched by your concern.” Justin said with a sneer in his voice.
“Cut the bullshit. When are you going to stop fucking around and embarrassing me?”
“And what? Become straight and go play golf at the country club. Hey, maybe I can take a page out of your book and bang all my secretaries, while my little wife waits at home.”
“At least that would be better than what you are now.”
“And just what am I, Craig?”
“A freak of nature, that is going to die from AIDS, just like your slut of a boyfriend.”
Brian raised his eyebrows at Craig’s words. He had stopped fucking around on Justin a while ago, though he wasn’t ready to tell Justin that. Besides, in the past they had always been careful. Brian had seen Craig enter Justin’s room and had followed to make sure he didn’t upset Justin too much. However, Justin didn’t seem to need any help standing up to his father, so he decided to wait outside the door, his presence unknown.
“Fuck you. You don’t know us. You have no right to make judgments on how we live our lives.” Justin yelled back.
“I’m tired of arguing with you Justin. We need to get something straight, right here, right now. You’re not my son. I can care less what happens to you. In fact, if you really want to know the truth, I wish you would’ve died when Chris Hobbs bashed you.”
Justin was silent for a moment, trying to control his emotions, not wanting Craig see how much his statement hurt.
Outside the room, Brian closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. He knew that Justin had always harbored a small hope that his father would come to accept him and want to be a part of his life. But now Brian knew that would never happen, and he felt bad for the pain he knew Justin was feeling.
Justin stared at Craig with no expression on his face. “Okay. That’s it. We have nothing further to say to each other. I don’t want to see you or hear from you again. As of right now, I no longer have a father.” Craig turned around and made his way to the door. But before he could leave, Justin’s voice stopped him cold. “And when you’re old, miserable and dying alone, like I know you will be, don’t try and contact me to make amends because I won’t care.”
Craig looked back at Justin and nodded his head. “Good-bye Justin.” And with that he walked out the door.
Justin felt all the air leave his body as he collapsed onto the bed.
Brian grabbed Craig’s arm before he could pass him. “You’re a sorry piece-of-shit and you don’t deserve him as a son. Justin’s better off without you in his life, and now he knows it. So, fuck off asshole.”
Craig pulled his arm away from Brian and stalked down the corridor.
When Brian entered the room, he found Justin gathering the last of his things. Justin looked up, “Everything done?”
Brian nodded and walked over to Justin. He pulled Justin into his chest and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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Brian closed the loft door and carried Justin’s hospital bag into their bedroom, as Justin went into the kitchen. “So how many dinner’s do you think Debbie’s cooked for us?” Justin asked as he looked through the freezer.
Brian chuckled as he came into the kitchen, stopping behind Justin and grabbing a container from the freezer. “Wonder what’s in box number one?”
Justin grabbed some plates, “I’m guessing ... Italian?”
Brian peeled back the lid and smiled at Justin. “Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner. You get a special prize.”
Justin placed the dishes on the counter and watched as Brian put the lasagna in the oven. “I thought I got a special prize every night.”
Brian looked over with his patented tongue-in-cheek expression. “Careful, Sonnyboy. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Justin waltzed up to Brian and cupped his crotch with his right hand, squeezing firmly. “Who says I can’t finish it? We have time before dinner’s ready.”
Brian tipped Justin’s head back and started to lick at Justin’s lips. Justin opened his mouth wide accepting his lover’s tongue, as he reached up to bury his fingers in Brian’s hair. Justin grinded his erection against Brian, as he sucked on his tongue. Justin ran his hand down Brian’s chest, stopping when he reached his nipple. He circled Brian’s nipple with his thumb, before pinching it sharply. Brian groaned and shoved his hands down the back of Justin’s pants, gripping his ass. Justin tore his mouth away from Brian and rested his head against Brian’s forehead, breathing heavily.
“Brian....” Justin gasped.
“Tell me.” Brian whispered as he ran his finger down Justin’s crack. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please.........Brian.”
Brian smiled and placed a kiss on Justin’s neck. “I’ll do what you want, just tell me.”
Justin grabbed Brian’s face firmly and looked into his eyes. “I want you to put your thick fingers up my ass and fuck me.”
“You got it, Sunshine.” Brian removed his hands from Justin’s pants and gripped his hips, lifting Justin onto the counter. He tore open Justin’s jeans and tugged them off, as Justin toed off his shoes. Justin unbuttoned Brian’s jeans and freed his cock. Brian shoved Justin’s legs apart and stepped between them. “Lay back.”
“No, I want to watch.” Justin said before reclining back onto his elbows.
Brian looked at Justin spread wantonly on the counter and his eyes darkened with lust. He ran his fingers around Justin’s lips. “Get them wet.”
Justin opened his mouth and sucked on Brian’s three fingers, never breaking eye contact. After a few moments, Brian pulled his fingers back and placed them at Justin’s hole. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Justin’s, as he shoved one finger into him.
Justin arched his back and pressed down on Brian’s finger. “More.”
Brian placed two more fingers into Justin and started to fuck him with all three fingers.
“Oh, God!” Justin moaned and fisted his cock in time with Brian’s thrusts.
“You like it?” Brian breathed, as he rubbed his own erection against Justin’s thigh.
Justin threw his head back, “Yes.” He gritted out as he started to feel his orgasm building.
Brian pressed his face against Justin’s neck, and breathed him in, as he felt his own orgasm approach. When he felt Justin’s cum against his chest, he groaned out Justin’s name and came against his thigh. Brian slumped on top of Justin as they both tried to catch their breath.
Ding
Both men raised their heads and looked over at the stove. “Dinner’s ready.”