Unwanted Attention ch. 6
Chapter 6
One week later
Justin finished putting his sweatshirt on as he made his way down the bedroom steps. He walked over to the desk and picked up his backpack. “Have you seen my Art History book?” He asked while looking around.
Brian tapped the counter where he was seated drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. “It’s right here.” He then stood up and dumped his coffee in the sink and looked back at Justin, who was putting his book away. “Do you want a ride?”
Justin nodded his head and let out the breath he had been holding. He was a little nervous to be going back to school. The past week he hadn’t left the loft once. “Yeah, that would be great. Do you mind if we swing by the diner, I want some breakfast.”
Brian placed his hands on his hips pretending to look affronted. “What, the high protein shake I gave you this morning wasn’t enough?”
Justin smiled and walked over to Brian, placing his arms around his waist. He looked up at him. “Boy can’t live on cum alone.”
Brian rolled his eyes in response. Justin chuckled softly and stood up on tip-toe to kiss Brian on his chin. “Although you probably could.”
Brian smirked and pinched his ass. “Twat.”
Justin rubbed his ass while laughing as he walked out the door.
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Diner
“Sunshine!” Debbie grabbed Justin in a big hug and then pushed him away and smacked him on the back of the head. “Christ! Would it kill you to come see me, it’s been a week.”
“Sorry Deb, I’ve been busy.” Justin mumbled as he slid into a booth, making room for
Brian as he sat next to him.
“Bullshit, you’ve been busy. You haven’t left that loft all week.”
Justin looked away from Debbie and pretended to look at the menu. Hoping she would take the hint and see that he didn’t want to talk about it.
“What about me Deb? I was in here yesterday.” Brian squeezed Justin’s thigh under the table, offering silent support.
“Yeah, just to pick up food for Mr. Hermit here.” Jabbing her thumb in Justin’s direction. “Who, by the way, should be living his life and showing that fucker he isn’t afraid.”
Brian narrowed his eyes, “Deb, enough.”
“Don’t ‘Deb’ me. Speaking of which, have they caught that fucker yet?”
Justin put down the silverware that he had been playing with, and looked up at Debbie. “No. The police still don’t have a solid lead. There were too many people matching the guy’s description.”
Brian, wanting to end the conversation, “Shouldn’t you already know all this? You’re sleeping with the lead detective.”
“Fucking police confidentiality.” Debbie muttered as a ding sounded from the kitchen. “You boys want your usual?”
“Yeah.” Both men answered.
Brian squeezed Justin’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Thank God that’s over.”
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PIFA
Brian parked the ’vette and turned off the engine. He looked over at Justin, “Do you need a ride home?”
“Yeah, my last class ends at 4:30.” Justin stared out the window and made no move to get out of the car.
Brian noticed his hesitation and tugged at Justin’s hair, causing him to look over. “If you expect me to pick you up later, you have to actually leave the car.”
Justin smirked and went to open the door. Brian pulled Justin back by his shirt, before he could leave the car. “What, no goodbye kiss?”
Justin smiled and kissed Brian lightly on the lips. When they broke apart, Brian rested his forehead against Justin’s. “You’ll be fine,” he whispered.
“Yeah.” Justin breathed as he leaned in for another kiss, this one long and comforting.
Brian pulled back and studied Justin’s face, making sure he was really okay. Justin returned the look and grabbed his bag and stepped out of the car.
“Later.” He said bending down to look at Brian one last time.
“Later.” Brian watched Justin until he disappeared into the building.
One week later
Justin finished putting his sweatshirt on as he made his way down the bedroom steps. He walked over to the desk and picked up his backpack. “Have you seen my Art History book?” He asked while looking around.
Brian tapped the counter where he was seated drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. “It’s right here.” He then stood up and dumped his coffee in the sink and looked back at Justin, who was putting his book away. “Do you want a ride?”
Justin nodded his head and let out the breath he had been holding. He was a little nervous to be going back to school. The past week he hadn’t left the loft once. “Yeah, that would be great. Do you mind if we swing by the diner, I want some breakfast.”
Brian placed his hands on his hips pretending to look affronted. “What, the high protein shake I gave you this morning wasn’t enough?”
Justin smiled and walked over to Brian, placing his arms around his waist. He looked up at him. “Boy can’t live on cum alone.”
Brian rolled his eyes in response. Justin chuckled softly and stood up on tip-toe to kiss Brian on his chin. “Although you probably could.”
Brian smirked and pinched his ass. “Twat.”
Justin rubbed his ass while laughing as he walked out the door.
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Diner
“Sunshine!” Debbie grabbed Justin in a big hug and then pushed him away and smacked him on the back of the head. “Christ! Would it kill you to come see me, it’s been a week.”
“Sorry Deb, I’ve been busy.” Justin mumbled as he slid into a booth, making room for
Brian as he sat next to him.
“Bullshit, you’ve been busy. You haven’t left that loft all week.”
Justin looked away from Debbie and pretended to look at the menu. Hoping she would take the hint and see that he didn’t want to talk about it.
“What about me Deb? I was in here yesterday.” Brian squeezed Justin’s thigh under the table, offering silent support.
“Yeah, just to pick up food for Mr. Hermit here.” Jabbing her thumb in Justin’s direction. “Who, by the way, should be living his life and showing that fucker he isn’t afraid.”
Brian narrowed his eyes, “Deb, enough.”
“Don’t ‘Deb’ me. Speaking of which, have they caught that fucker yet?”
Justin put down the silverware that he had been playing with, and looked up at Debbie. “No. The police still don’t have a solid lead. There were too many people matching the guy’s description.”
Brian, wanting to end the conversation, “Shouldn’t you already know all this? You’re sleeping with the lead detective.”
“Fucking police confidentiality.” Debbie muttered as a ding sounded from the kitchen. “You boys want your usual?”
“Yeah.” Both men answered.
Brian squeezed Justin’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Thank God that’s over.”
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PIFA
Brian parked the ’vette and turned off the engine. He looked over at Justin, “Do you need a ride home?”
“Yeah, my last class ends at 4:30.” Justin stared out the window and made no move to get out of the car.
Brian noticed his hesitation and tugged at Justin’s hair, causing him to look over. “If you expect me to pick you up later, you have to actually leave the car.”
Justin smirked and went to open the door. Brian pulled Justin back by his shirt, before he could leave the car. “What, no goodbye kiss?”
Justin smiled and kissed Brian lightly on the lips. When they broke apart, Brian rested his forehead against Justin’s. “You’ll be fine,” he whispered.
“Yeah.” Justin breathed as he leaned in for another kiss, this one long and comforting.
Brian pulled back and studied Justin’s face, making sure he was really okay. Justin returned the look and grabbed his bag and stepped out of the car.
“Later.” He said bending down to look at Brian one last time.
“Later.” Brian watched Justin until he disappeared into the building.