CHAPTER TITLE: It Was Amazing…Wasn’t It?_Forty-One_of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG13 (not R, not NC17 so more implied than actual)
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 1,100
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Brian 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: ‘Opening his door for him, Justin moved into him, against him, held onto his coat to steady himself, and he smelled Justin’s smell…’
Brian and Justin suck and fuck their way to a healthy, happy relationship
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
It Was Amazing, Wasn’t It?
That Night - Pittsburgh
The sun wasn’t up yet, but soon would be, still, I was in no hurry to sleep and neither was Justin. And while fucking him at Babylon had taken the edge off, what I wanted now was uninterrupted quality time, a commodity that could only be found within the safety and comfort of my bed. Driving on autopilot since leaving the club, Justin was sprawled in the passenger seat like a very real weight had been lifted from him. He’d been confident with the portraits, but he’d had some concerns with his mural. Still, he’d shown what a genius he really was. Hadn’t I said so all along? Pulling onto Tremont ,parking the Vette, I sat quietly for a minute allowing the silence of my alley to surround me.
“We didn’t let the fuckers get away with it, did we?” Justin interjected into that silence. “It was amazing, wasn‘t it?”
“I wasn’t going to do this, remember?” he said, side-glancing to Justin. ”You, Mikey, Ted, all of you convinced me we needed to fight, so we did. And yeah, it was officially amazing.”
“Yeah,” Justin sighed, as if reliving the memory, but then suddenly changing course, he asked, “so, any surprises when we get upstairs? Anything I should know about? Be warned about? Anything I should be…aware of?”
“Just…me. Any questions?”
“No…no questions,” Justin chuckled. “You have, as usual, made yourself crystal clear.”
“I do what I can. Now…wait,” and getting out, he walked slowly, very slowly, very deliberately around the front of the Vette, dragging his fingertips, his palm across its nose, almost tenderly stroking the still warm polished metal. He sensed Justin watching, felt his eyes on him and knowing that made him ache. Opening his door for him, Justin moved into him, against him, held onto his coat to steady himself. And he smelled Justin’s smell…his cigarettes, his cologne, his sweat. What he missed most at night…what so stubbornly still haunted his loft.
Walking inside, into the elevator, they were both quiet, lost in private thoughts. Once in the loft, looking around, Justin smiled and Brian understood…he was home. There had been a time when he hadn’t worried too much about whether or not Justin felt at home here, but for awhile now he had. The loft was the same as when he’d left, nothing had changed.
“Check if you want,” he said, “and let me know if you find anyone lurking anywhere. Check the shower. Check the closet.” Justin laughed. “No surprises, I promise, no one hiding under the platform…Boy Scouts Honor.” His two fingers held toward Justin so he’d believe.
Still, Justin did take a look around while he watched from the kitchen. Wandering into the living area, he touched this, picked up that and when he very slowly, very deliberately dragged his fingertips across the surface of the desk, Justin glanced at him, smirking, reminding him of the Vette. Then he moved to the window where he shifted the sheer drapes, letting them slip through his fingers, pulling them behind him as he continued his wandering toward the bedroom. Up the steps, pushing aside the partition doors, he moved as shadow across the sand-blasted surface of the glass. He stood facing the bed, maybe thinking, probably wondering. He sighed and drifting on to the bathroom, sliding the door open, he disappeared from view.
When he heard the water he understood his wait was over. Following Justin, stripping, he found him surrounded by a mist of steam, making him just visible inside the shower enclosure. Justin was touching himself, running his hands all over his body and only for him and apparently his watching wasn‘t entirely over, not yet.
Justin leaned with his back against the wall, his head tilted down as he watched himself also. Now and then, Justin glanced at him, a vague lifting of his head, a brief smile as if asking…you like? He would leer his answer, so Justin would continue stroking his fingers leisurely first under his jaw and down the sides of his throat, then over his shoulders and flat-palmed down his chest, devoting special care to his nipples, pinching them, twisting them. His head was tilted back now, against the tile, his mouth slightly open, his groans barely heard. Rimming his navel with the index finger of his left hand, then stroking, almost scratching down through his pubic hair, his left hand now reached down between his legs to cup his balls, his knees a little bent, his legs a little spread, while his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as his right hand stroked his cock,
And while watching was fun, Brian decided participation would be even better. He went to Justin, he laid his body along Justin’s body and he pinned him to the wall.
Justin, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, kissed him, murmuring, “What took you so long?” his lips gentle against his neck.
“While I very much enjoyed my front row seat, the price of admission was fairly high, so I had to make sure I got my money‘s worth. The first act was very entertaining, ably directed and the plot twists and turns kept me on the edge of my seat. So far, I’d give your performance four stars.”
“Out of a possible…?”
“Five. Out of a possible five.”
“Yes, really. And if we can assume that the next act and all subsequent acts will be as riveting as the first…who knows?”
“A possible five stars?” Justin asked
“Possibly.” he said, kissing him.
They tasted of JB and cigarettes…familiar. And they tasted of triumph, something not quite so familiar. Justin was still a little unsteady, he held him tight. And when he turned him, faced him to the wall, when he whispered over the nape of his neck, “Tell me, Justin, tell me what you want me to do to you,” he sighed when he felt Justin tremble. And Justin told him. Told him how he wanted his fingers deep inside him, opening him, spreading him. Told him how he wanted his cock hard inside him, filling him, completing him. Told him how he wanted him to fuck him senseless and how he wanted to hear Brian come. Told him all that when he simply said, “Fuck me, Brian please. God please fuck me.”
When he was home, when back in New York, Justin received an email from Brian which simply said:
‘j - six stars & love you brat - b’
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