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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: Nighttime-Part Two_Thirty-Four_of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG13
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 1,600
WARNINGS: this chapter: Justin - other, Justin  & Jamey  POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
    Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
    Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘And to Justin’s credit, well…he just sits back and let sit all happen. He is, after all, a genius.‘
    Justin spends some quality time, with Jamey, at the studio.
Includes excerpt
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

Nighttime-Part Two
Around Three Hours Later - New York

At first I didn’t even register the knocking, my concentration was, apparently, just that intense, but when knocking became pounding, the world beyond my pools of faded yellow, made itself known. He was here. I unbolted and opened the door allowing Jamey in, shivering a little when he brushed so, so slowly by me, brushing his ass seductively against my thigh and I played along because if there was anything I already knew about him, it was that he liked playing and, as importantly, that I liked encouraging him. He gazed around, curious and getting his bearings but only for a second before I found my arms full of him. He ran strong hands over my chest and along my neck, moving his mouth close to mine and I tasted his sweet breath.

“Kiss me,” he demanded. “Kiss me kiss me now.”  So I did. I melted into his warm, wet mouth pressing against mine. Then, pulling back a little, “Aren’t you supposed to be here for my art? I thought --”

“Yeah yeah, sure sure, your art…here for your art,” he exhaled through the kisses he never stopped dancing along my throat. Dipping his head onto my shoulder, his smooth silk-blond hair brushed my skin and I shivered…again. Never really thought of myself as an into-long-hair kind of guy, but I loved his. His flowed around his face, brushing his eyes, just barely touching his shoulders. “Absolutely absolutely,” he whispered across my mouth. “Here for your art. Just thought a little sex might be fun, too but if you don’t want to --”

I brought his mouth back to mine realizing that what I wanted was to devour him. He was sweet and open and with him, everything was what it was… uncomplicated. But right now, even more, I wanted us to slow down so I pushed him back again, just a little and when he whimpered, I chuckled, “Just so there’s no confusion…art first then sex. I even got us a bottle of wine.”

“Seriously? You seriously got us a bottle of wine? Where is this alleged bottle of wine?” he said.

So I showed him the not-too-expensive-yet-decent California chardonnay.

”This is too much, no…really. That you would actually think to spend real money on wine for --”

“Want some?” And pouring out two glasses, we actually were able to get down to the business of painting because, after all, that was the real reason I’d invited him to my studio in the middle of the night.

I showed him what I was working on; explaining my thinking as best I could and he asked fairly relevant questions. I described how dark Babylon was compared to Eden Skye and how, even with Brian’s special lighting, the mural would need to be more bold than subtle. Not like the portraits, which I also explained. Like how sometimes it’d been a little scary being here alone, how they’d only been installed a couple of weeks ago, and how everyone had been there, my mom and sister, even a bunch of city officials. I told him about the write-ups the ceremony had received in the local press and how there might even be a couple of write-ups in publications outside of Pittsburgh.

And so Jamey nodded thoughtfully as if he actually had a clear understanding of how such things worked when he actually didn’t and he thought he was doing fairly well until Justin, all full of excitement, mentioned some guy named Sam Arbauch and how he’d even shown up at the ceremony. Then Jamey had to reluctantly admit to having no knowledge of the man. He felt momentarily better when Justin told him that it was okay, but when he went on to explain how Arbauch was this big-deal artist who did like these huge public installations, he went back to feeling ignorant and unsophisticated..

He wanted to be a chef, wanted to study the culinary arts at the Art Institute of New York City. He realized though that establishing art as a secondary focus couldn’t hurt and in that, Tristan would prove valuable. But, for now, he’d had enough. Justin could obviously go on forever, or for at least more than an hour, about this stuff and while he did want to learn more, he just didn’t want to learn more right now. So he put down his glass, doing the same with Justin’s, and he snaked his way into Justin’s arms, bringing them together. He kissed him full and deep. When Justin sighed, he was content. “Where?” he asked.

Justin pointed to a mattress in the corner. “I sometimes stay all night if I get too tired, we all do.”

When Justin left his arms, he shivered from his absence and wrapped his own arms around himself. He watched Justin take a sheet from the cupboard, watched as he wrapped the mattress with it, and finally watched as he layered a sleeping bag on top of that.

 “Ta…dah!” Justin said, “You know, I haven’t had anyone here before.”

Suddenly he seemed shy and Jamey smiled. They undressed each other slowly with lips and fingertips bringing each other closer, with warm and strong hands searching, exploring, finding each other, teaching each other.

“I want you I want you I want…“ Jamey’s pleas melted into Justin’s kiss, as Justin’s hands held him secure.

As he pulled him down onto their makeshift bed, Justin growled, “God, I want you,” almost threateningly and Jamey believed him.

If there was one thing Jamey had come to understand it was that Justin knew how to fuck. He took him places no one ever had before. There was both a thrill and a hurt knowing that it must be that Pittsburgh guy, the older man, who’d taught him so much. But with Justin’s mouth on his cock and with Justin’s hands everywhere else, he was, once again, taken away, faraway, to his beautiful Justin place and he surrendered completely to him. What else could he do? They’d be here most of the night so he knew there would be plenty of time for any and all possibilities to be played out. And he was right, there would be.

…excerpt from
The Brian Kinney Operating Manual - A Life Examined
          the chapter titled  - ‘Justin Actually Does Have a Life of His Own. No…Really’

Brian Aidan Kinney is an amazing lover. His is a methodology of sophisticated technique tempered with two or three different and less-than-sophisticated motivations. More often than not, his motivation is a simple, reasonable and understandably urgent need for release. This motivation was basically the purpose of his tricks of the ‘old’ type. But sometimes, and more frequently as time passes, his motivation is a cautiously felt passion with his technique used skillfully to make it last seemingly forever as expressed in his often heard quote, ‘I‘m gonna fuck you all night long‘ which, quite frankly, sends chills of anticipation up and down our spines. This more cautious motivation is reserved for Justin and, more often than not, for tricks of the ‘new’ type. But that he always has a specific motivation and that his thoughts and actions, his techniques as it were, always move everything toward that specific motivation can be of little doubt. He is the best lover Justin Taylor, and half of gay Pittsburgh, will ever have.

And Jameson Paul Gwyneth will be the next best. Jamey, well, he’s all about abandon, all about a complete and total loss of inhibitions. His methodology, if he can even be said to have one, is messy and playful and a little wild, all feelings with little thought to technique as such. There is no other motivation than the passion of that moment. He places no restrictions on anyone and he expects none to be placed on him. For example, the very idea of a Top or of a Bottom is meaningless to him, fucking is fucking, after all, and it’s all good. He will always be remembered for his frequently heard quote, ‘I have an ass, I have a cock. Sometimes I use one, sometimes the other…whatthefuck else?’ We couldn’t have said it any better ourselves. When Justin finally confesses to him that he rarely tops Brian, he’s amazed and, for the first and only time in his life, he feels a little sorry for Brian. He feels sorry for what he knows Brian’s missing because when Justin fucks him, the world somehow makes more sense. He’s actually able to understand, a little more clearly, why he’s alive.

What Jamey will never understand is that for Brian control takes precedence over almost anything else, if not everything else. The feeling he gets from that sense of power is more mind-fucking than any orgasm could ever give him. During the early years, and for quite a few of the middle years as well, control…power is what matters. As with most things and in most ways, he will mellow with time. Nonetheless, there’s no way someone like Jameson Paul Gwyneth could ever truly understand someone like Brian Aidan Kinney. Their needs are different and will always remain so. He will learn all the reasons why Brian is who he is, but he will never be able to really ‘get’ him. To his credit, he will try. Over the years, on several different occasions, he will really, really try. And to Brian’s credit, as time goes on, he does relinquish some of that control…that power to Justin. The more Brian controls his own life, his own destiny, the less he feels the need to control every aspect of his and Justin‘s personal life. As time goes on, he’s able, more and more, to learn to trust. And to Justin’s credit, well…he just sits back and lets it all happen. He is, after all, a genius.
End excerpt.

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