High School Confidential

Chapter 8: Goodbye

Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else, oh no
Nobody suffers like I do
Nobody else but you
Suffering – Jay-Jay Johanson
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When Brian wakes up the next morning he expects the blond to be in his bed next to him. Or, at least, gone. He hadn’t been expecting to be woken up to the sound of things being moved around in the kitchen and the smell of food wafting into his room. At first he thought he was seriously high and maybe a little bit more then a lot drunk because there was no way Justin was in his kitchen right now and cooking. Weren’t students supposed to sleep until noon when they got the chance? Yawning, Brian looked over at the clock. Oh, it was noon. Still, Brian would’ve at least expected him to still be in bed with all that nonstop fucking last night.

Taking in a deep breath – It smelled fucking good. Who would’ve thought that Sunshine could cook? – Brian propped himself up on his elbows and waited to get up until he was fully awake and able to comprehend this situation. Justin was in his kitchen cooking. God, he had better be clean or Brian was going to kill him. It didn’t matter that Justin had been an extremely good fuck either because his kitchen being clean was very important to him. Most of the time. If he was fucking someone in his kitchen then he didn’t mind. Groaning, Brian forced himself out of the comfortable bed and pulled some pants on before walking off the platform. He would’ve left his pants off but he wasn’t sure if Justin was even up for another fuck.

His ass was probably fucking sore.

Brian smiled slightly at the thought. The kid – man – never stopped. He was almost too much to handle, always ready to go. Raising an eyebrow, Brian stepped into view, Justin’s attention immediately landing on him and away from the food he was making, and stared at him for a second and then: “What the hell are you doing?” Justin wasn’t fazed by the man’s tone and only smiled. “I’m making breakfast…for lunch.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and, Brian realized, it probably was. Brian stepped closer and then around the counter so he was standing on the same side as Justin, eyes inspecting the space. Every square inch. “You better not make a mess.” Then he inspected every inch of Justin, still shirtless and wearing his pants from yesterday. Smirking, Brian came up behind the blond and wrapped a hand around his waist, fingers brushing against his cock momentarily.

“How does your ass feel?”

Brian snaked his other arm around Justin, hand pressing against the man’s chest and pressing his back into his chest. Brian made sure to make his morning hard on known against the blond’s ass. There was no way he could miss it. Justin laughed slightly, still paying very much attention to the eggs he was cooking. Maybe too much attention. “My ass is fine.”

Brian’s hand removed itself from Justin’s waist and came around to Justin’s back and, from there, slid downwards into the back of Justin’s pants. He made sure to squeeze the blond’s ass tight enough to make him jump. “Yes it is, Mr. Taylor.” He laughed again, reached back with the plastic spatula he was holding and hit Brian hard on the arm that was attached to the hand still in his pants. “I’m trying to cook here.” Brian bit Justin’s neck in response, his fingers teasing Justin’s hole. It was enough for the spatula to be dropped and for the breakfast to be forgotten for the remainder of the morning. It was very, very burnt. Brian ordered food in.
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“Where were you?”

“Out.”

As soon as Justin walked through the front door he was bombarded with the shrill voice of his mother and a look of pure worry and anger. Jennifer Taylor crossed her arms over her chest not letting Justin get past her so he could go up to his room. “That doesn’t answer my question. You’ve been out since last night and it’s four now. Tell me where you’ve been. ‘Out’ doesn’t cut it, Justin.” Justin sighed, thrusting his hands deep inside the pockets of his dress pants. Brian had been kind enough to throw his clothes in the wash before sending him out the door. At least there was no evidence of what he had been doing while he had been gone.

“Mom, I was just out discovering my newfound freedom.”

“There isn’t that much freedom when you’re living here no matter how old you are. Especially when you don’t even check in. I called your phone at least ten times.”

Frowning, Justin pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen was black. He hadn’t charged it and it wasn’t working. At least he had an excuse for that. “My phone needs to be charged.” The woman shook her head, clearly aggravated and stepped aside so Justin could pass. “At least tell me you were with Daphne the entire time.” Justin nodded, eyebrow raised. “Of course I was with Daphne. That’s where I went last night wasn’t it?” Jennifer didn’t reply. She only stalked away muttering something incoherent under her breath. Sighing with relief, Justin hurried up the stairs and flung himself down on his bed. Now his ass was sore. Surprisingly it hadn’t been too sore after last night but after this morning and afternoon…

Sore.

As soon as he was comfortable on his bed, Justin reached over, grabbed the phone, and called Daphne. She would obviously want to hear everything about last night since she was the one who had gotten him out of the house. “It’s about time you called.” Justin smiled into the phone. “How’d you know it was me?”

“I have caller ID and I don’t usually receive calls from your parents.”

“Oh.”

“Well, get on with it. How was last night?”

“Ok, ok. God. Well, I was late. Heavy traffic and-”

She gasped, interrupting his speech.

“Oh my god, was he mad at you? I bet that earned you a severe punishment.”

Justin rolled his eyes and told her to shut up. She did.

“No, he wasn’t mad. I called him and,”

“He gave you his number?”

“Yes, when he gave me his address so I could get there his number was under it. Thank God for me or he would’ve probably canceled everything.”

Daphne was silent and then she told him to get on with the story. Justin did and, thankfully, didn’t get any interruptions except for the occasional ‘not fair’, ‘oh my god’, and ‘that’s hot!’ When he did finish his little story, he had to stop every now and then since his mom would appear in his doorway to ask him a question about something stupid, Daphne was gushing at how proud she was of him for finally losing “it.” Justin finally hung up on her after demanding that she didn’t call back or he would go over to her house and kill her or something. She didn’t.

Well, not right away.
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Monday morning. Brian wasn’t sure if he wanted to go to work this morning. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired or because his body – Not him in any way shape or form – wanted Justin still. After fucking him a million times, his body – Again: Not HIM – wanted the hot blond. Wanted to pound into him on every available surface. Like yesterday and the night before. After Justin had left Sunday afternoon Brian had spend the rest of his time cleaning everything he had fucked Justin on and placing things back where the belonged.

Brian had no idea how some things ended up in the places they did.

He didn’t want to know.

But he ended up going to work anyway. That was a stupid reason to use one of his sick days for. Plus, he had self-control and he was sure that, since he had the blond, there was no way that he wanted him again. His body was just confused. So, Brian stalked into class telling himself that he was completely done with Justin. That he had gotten what he wanted. He told himself that tonight he would go out and fuck every available male in the backroom so he could get his student out of his system. It would work. Brian was sure of it. He cursed under his breath when he saw Justin though. He looked better then usual.

Damn it.

The only way Brian made it through the day was blatantly ignoring him. Either Justin just didn’t get it or he was a determined little fucker. Brian opted for ‘determined little fucker.’ So, by Thursday things had to change. Not only had Brian held Justin back after class for a quick blow when his intent has been to tell Justin to fuck off and that things were over he also had yet to go to the backroom of Babylon and fuck everything that moved. What the hell was happening to him? Stupid Justin and his stupid…stupidness.

This time Brian held him back with every single intent of telling Justin to fuck himself.

So, when Justin’s hands were suddenly down his pants Brian had a very hard time pulling them out and shoving his student against a nearby wall. Brian held Justin’s wrists above his head to keep them from wandering anywhere again and screwing up Brian’s plan of telling him to back off and that Brian had no interest in him. At all. And that he never had. “Listen to me.” Justin nodded with rapt attention obviously not expecting what was to come. “Things are going to stop today.” Now he looked confused but still watched Brian with every ounce of attention that he had.

“I saw you. I wanted you. And,”

He shrugged.

“I had you. Now, I’m done with you.”

Now he looked hurt. Very, very hurt. Brian ignored it and released Justin’s hands. This time they stayed obediently at his sides. Brian took a few steps back before he screwed this all up and lunged at him. “That means no more you staying after class, no more making eyes at me, no more,” Justin interrupted him. Shit – was that tears in his eyes? Brian pretended he didn’t notice. “So I was just a…fuck?” Brian also pretended that he didn’t notice the choked up sound of Justin’s voice. He tried to block it from his hearing. Brian smirked. “Yeah. What did you think? That we’d be…partners?” Brian chuckled, shaking his head. Justin shook his head, hand coming up to wipe at something on his face.

“But I think I lov-”

“Listen to me. Are you listening? Look, I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. Love is something that straight people tell themselves they're in so they can get laid. And then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with. If that's what you want, then go and find yourself a pretty little girl and get married.”

With only a few tears rolling down his cheeks, Brian was sure there were more to come, he gathered his bag and hurried out of the classroom without looking back. After he was gone Brian sat down at his desk pushing the blond out of his mind. Well, trying to anyway. Somehow he kept managing to get in. His sad expression, his tears, and then the look on his face when he had practically ran out of the classroom. For some reason Brian couldn’t get it out of his head so, he left saying he didn’t feel well, got drunk and, that night went to Babylon for some serious tricking.

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“So…you dropped him right?”

Brian glared over at Michael as him, Emmett, Ted, and his best-friend stood up against the bar at Babylon. He already had a massive headache and Michael asking him over and over again if Brian really had gotten rid of Justin was just downright aggravating.

“Yes, Mikey, I dropped him.”

Emmett shook his head.

“That’s a shame…from Michael’s description he sounded like a real looker.”

Brian glared over at the flamboyant man too. He didn’t need any reminders on how fucking hot Justin was. Emmett shrugged and turned around to order a Cosmo. Ted offered his own two cents. “So, how’d he take it? Getting trashed by you?” Brian glared over at him next. God, well are all his friends going to be unbearably aggravating.

“None of your fucking business.”

Ted smile slightly.

“That bad? Were there tears?”

“No.”

“I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about him.”

Brian kept his mouth shut. Ted chuckled.

“That means yes. The infamous Brian Kinney has really done it this time.”

Brian shot him another ‘Fuck you’ glare and his eyes then turned back to the dance floor. Scanning. Michael sighed heavily, shaking his head. “See, that’s what you get for,” Brian slammed his beer bottle down on the bar surface and turned to meet the ‘See, I told you that you should’ve left him alone’ look of his best-friend. “Mikey, if I needed your advice I’d ask for it. You aren’t my fucking mother so shut the fuck up.” Ted smirked. “Someone’s grumpy tonight. Must be feelin’ a little forlorn about his loss. Even Mr. Kinney, here, has hit an all time low. Making kids cry.”

Brian wanted to kill all of them.

“I’m not feeling forlorn and he isn’t a kid. He’s eighteen. He’ll get over it.”

Emmett smiled apologetically at the brunet and patted his shoulder tenderly.

“Yeah, sweetie, but will you?”

Brian glared at him. Again. He was just in that type of mood.

“I have nothing to get over.”

The three men rolled their eyes at him. Emmett shrugged.

“Whatever you say, Brian. Whatever you say.”

“If it’s whatever I say then shut the hell up.”

That said, Brian took himself to the backroom and fucked.

He didn’t imagine any of them as Justin. He didn’t.

“He doesn’t even like me.”

“How can he not like you?”

Justin was upset. Beyond upset. Fucking depressed…and over some…stupid guy. One very stupid hot guy. As soon as he had ran out of that room he had headed straight home. There was no way he would be able to go through the entire school day upset like he had been. As soon as the time for school to get out came he called Daphne and told her everything. And about how, after he had gotten home, he had moped around and eaten a lot of food. “He only believes in fucking.” Daphne snorted and muttered a string of curse words directed to their art teacher.

“What an asshole.”

“I know.”

“Well, there’s only one thing you can do.”

“What?”

She sighed impatiently.

“Get over it. Him. You can do so much better than that.”

Justin sighed. If only it were that easy, getting over someone like him. You just can’t…do that. “Are you serious?” Daphne quickly tells him that she’s dead serious. “I can’t just…get over him.” Daphne is silent for a moment and Justin fears that she probably hung up on him for being so stupid and forlorn. “Fine. Then there is another thing you could do…” Justin perks up, sitting up in his bed and pressing the mute button on his TV. “What’s that?”

“What do you think? Get him back or something. Make him think you don’t care like he dropped you like you were a piece of shit. Invade his territory.”

She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Justin realized that it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t know…” Daphne snorted. “Justin. You need to learn how to defend yourself. You let him walk all over you. You don’t deserve that.” She’s right. At least, that’s what Justin was telling himself. All of this was said easier then actually done. In the end, Justin agreed to act totally normal…if that was even possible. “Jus, nobody can resist you. And that means Brian Kinney.” Justin wasn’t sure if he agreed with her or not. “If you say so…”

“I do say so. I also know so.”

Look at him. Acting all…normal. Uncaring. Happy.

Brian mentally cursed. He shouldn’t have come to work today. He should’ve stayed home. It was Friday…he could’ve made it an early weekend. Brian pretended not to watch as Justin and Daphne sat in their normal seats smiling and laughing and…being retarded. Brian wanted to walk over there and strangle one of them…maybe both of them. Daphne for being able to talk to Justin and Justin for being…happy. He should be sad. Depressed. Fucked up because Brian had treated him like shit. Brian forced himself to look down at the papers he was supposed to be grading. Stupid essays.

When his eyes came across Justin’s neat handwriting, he cursed.

And he got a perfect score.

As usual.

Brian marked Justin’s paper with a one-hundred and quickly shoved it away. Stupid blond twink. He let his eyes stray towards the two students in the back again. Justin must’ve said something funny because Daphne started giggling, hand over her mouth trying to conceal it. He had had enough. He couldn’t watch this shit anymore. “Enough noise you two. Get to work.” They were supposed to be molding the clay into sculptures of whatever-the-fuck they wanted. Brian looked around at the work from where he sat. Chris had managed to make his look more like a blob than it had when Brian had given it to him. Fucktard. Brian looked back over at Justin and Daphne who had both quieted.

He shouldn’t have looked because Justin was doing his work. Working the clay beneath his fingers and it looked fucking…Brian glared down at the paper as to not look at Justin and his stupid…clay molding technique and glared down at the name ‘Chris Hobbs’. As usual, he got a low score and Brian didn’t mind giving it to him. His eyes strayed back to the blond, again, and met blue eyes head on. And Justin’s hands doing inappropriate things to his clay and Brian was certain that it was on purpose. Fucking idiot. Brian was never going to give his class clay again. Justin was abusing the activity. Brian rolled his eyes, tried to act like what Justin was doing wasn’t making him hard and glared back down at the papers and hurriedly graded them. Maybe if he worked faster the clock would work faster and class would be over soon.

It didn’t work.

The thirty minutes dragged on and on and…fucking on. When the bell finally did ring Brian had never been so fucking happy in his life. He watched, relieved, as Justin got up out of his seat, swung his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door. Once everyone was gone Brian slumped in his chair. He hated school.

“I did some snooping and…you’re going to Babylon.”

Justin was confused. What the hell was Daphne talking about? “What?” Daphne rolled her eyes and sat across from Justin on her bed. It had been two weeks since the clay episode and Justin hadn’t come any closer to cracking Brian Kinney. Justin was starting to lose hope. No, he had lost hope. He had lost hope the day Brian told him to fuck off. He had told Daphne countless times to just…give the whole thing up. Daphne was adamant about not doing that. “Brian is known to go to Babylon every now and then…and, lately, I’ve heard he’s been going a lot more. Like…since he dropped you.” Justin rolled his eyes.

“How the hell do you know this?”

“I told you…I’ve been doing some snooping…”

“Oh my god. You’re stalking him aren’t you? Following him around?”

Daphne grinned. “Of course. And, every night at eleven he goes to Babylon. I leave before he gets out ‘cause I do have school to attend the next morning.” Justin rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. “Don’t your parents wonder where you are?” Daphne shrugged. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Usually they aren’t home anyway. Business all the time.” Justin didn’t reply. This was fucking insane. He couldn’t go to Babylon. “I’m not going.” Daphne slapped him on the arm. “Yes, you are. You have to. After all those long nights I stayed up late for you? You’re going and you’re going to look hot and he’s going to fuck you.”

“Yeah, and dump me again. There’s only so much I can take, Daph.”

“Coward. He will not tell you to fuck off again. Especially after he sees you tonight. I’m going to make you look hot. Hotter then you usually are…he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you. Ever.” Justin rolled his eyes and fell on his back. “Whatever.” He felt Daphne get off the bed, move around, and walk in her closet and come back out again. Suddenly she was throwing clothes at him. “Time to get out of your “semi-hot” Justin clothes and put on the “super-hot” Justin clothes.” Justin opened his eyes and sat back up, checking out the clothes that she had thrown at him.

“You bought me clothes too? God, you need to get laid.”

“You need to get laid more than I do so…take a shower and put them on.”

“Yes, mother.”

If we bathe in each other's hips
In other words, get close enough to stick
And I'll melt with you
And you can melt with me too
I Wanna Melt with You - Prince

As soon as Brian makes an appearance, as soon as his presence his known, he’s looked at. How can a gay man that’s right in the head not look at Brian Fucking Kinney? But Brian ignores all the eyes ‘cause tonight he doesn’t care about anyone else or anything else except getting Justin into his bed, which shouldn’t be a hard task. The blond would probably beg him to fuck him as soon as Brian’s fingers latched onto his pale, beautiful wrist and told him how much he wanted to fuck him. His eyes targeted on the man behind Justin and watched disgustedly as Justin actually let this man, he wasn’t even good looking, grab the hem of the blond’s shirt and throw it somewhere on the dance floor so that his pale, perfect body was displayed.

The man’s hands weren’t slow about traveling over ever square inch of Justin’s perfect lithe body. At one point his hand even tried to slip down Justin’s pants. Brian smirked when he saw that Justin wouldn’t have any of that. The hand was swatted away and the man settled with touching skin that he was allowed. The man in front of Justin couldn’t keep his mouth off of the blond. Understandable but it was really, really pissing Brian off for some unknown reason. Justin wasn’t supposed to be here; face tilted upwards, lips parted and in a small smile of seductiveness, and looking fucking beautiful. Brian would have to tell Babylon to never let glitter fall from the ceiling again…well…when Justin was in here anyway.

And the fact that he was shirtless now, glitter falling deliciously all over his body, made everything hotter. Now all Brian had to do was replace the two guys with something else. Himself. Scowling as the man in front made a grab for Justin’s perfect jean clad ass, Brian hurried forward. As soon as he made his presence known to the two men they both quickly fled. After all, everyone knows not to mess with Brian’s territory. Smirk on his face, Brian sidled up in front of the dancing blond and placed two hands on his waist, thumbs sliding into Justin’s belt loops and pulled him closer against his body. His blue eyes shot open, a look of ‘who the hell do you think you are’ on his face…until he saw who it was. A smile quickly replaced that look and his arms hung loosely around Brian’s neck.

Brian smirked at the blond’s sarcastic tone of voice. A hand slid down the back of Justin’s pants and he was hap-, no he wasn’t happy, he was…fucking something, when Justin didn’t slap his hand away. A hand on his ass, his fingers crept nearer to their destination, index finger teasing Justin’s hole and drawing the blond’s perspiring and slightly trembling body tighter against his. Justin looked so fucking hot. There was nothing hotter than his blue eyes getting all hazy, glassy and dilated. There was nothing hotter than Justin’s lips parting and letting out little whimpers and ‘please more’ under his shaky breath. There was nothing hotter than Justin making a show of swallowing hard and tilting his head back as Brian’s finger crept deeper into Justin’s perfect, round ass.

Brian chose not to answer that and thrusts his finger deeper. Justin clutched tighter to Brian’s shoulders and Brian thought that maybe, just maybe, Justin might be too distracted to even remember he asked that question. “I t-thought you a-already had me, mmm, and you were d-done with me…” Or, maybe he wouldn’t let the subject drop, no matter how horny the blond was. Brian didn’t answer again. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn’t just tell Justin that he had been wrong, that he had been going fucking insane without Justin’s ass around to fuck, that he had actually been feeling lonely and unsatisfied when his dick wasn’t up Justin’s ass…he couldn’t say that.

Still holding on tight to his body, Justin’s eyes fluttered open to reveal his hot dilated eyes. His tongue swiped over his lips and a small smile suddenly filtered onto his face. “You want me.” No shit Sherlock. Brian only nodded, adding another finger inside Justin’s ass, which was a hard thing to do since it was hard to move his hand inside Justin’s extremely tight jeans but, somehow, he managed. Justin’s hips shot forward, cocks ramming and both men groaning at the harsh but great contact. Brian’s other hand splayed across Justin’s back holding him there so he was sure that Justin couldn’t get away, that their bodies would say stuck together like glue. Erections banging and rubbing against each other as the two continued to dance like Brian’s finger wasn’t up Justin’s ass and that they really needed to fuck.

Justin drew out the words ‘so fucking bad’ lips coming closer and closer with each word spoken until their lips were almost touching. Brian inched his head forward to make some much needed contact but Justin’s head moved back out of reach and Brian shoved both fingers roughly into the man’s ass for punishment…though Justin was probably enjoying this punishment way too much. The hand on Justin’s back moved to his blond head, his fingers clenched into Justin’s blond strands and yanked his head forcefully forward until their lips crashed together, teeth clanking, tongues tasting and lips devouring each other. Brian slid his hand out of Justin’s pants and grabbed the waistband of Justin’s jeans and began pulling him towards the backroom.

Brian let out an irritated sigh. He was fucking horny and he was being told that he couldn’t fuck him in the backroom? Fan-fucking-tastic. This is ridiculous. “What?” Justin shrugged and Brian didn’t know how Justin could just stand there with an impressive hard on pressed hard against his jeans and say no to sex just because he didn’t want it in the backroom. “I’m won’t let you fuck me in there like one of your cheap tricks.” That said, the blond shoved Brian’s hands off of his hips and disappeared into the crowd. “Fuck!” Brian had never been so sexually frustrated in his life. Growling, Brian headed in the direction that Justin had disappeared in and he saw his – His? Where the hell had that come from? – blond talking to Emmett who was flirting shamelessly.

Brian made his way over, glared at Emmett, and wrapped a hand around Justin’s wrist. The blond glared up at him and was about to pull away before, “Come home with me. Now.” He heard Michael let out a disgusted and, most likely, jealous sigh. He ignored it. He only focused on Justin’s lips curving up into a small, knowing smile. Like he knew something that Brian didn’t. Brian ignored the annoying feeling of not knowing something. He pushed it away as far as possible and watched, relieved, as Justin nodded. “It’d be a pleasure to come…to your place.” Having the need to have sex more than ever before, he practically threw Justin out of the club, glaring at the bouncer as he made a remark to Justin that wasn’t needed about his ass, and than proceeded to shove Justin roughly into his jeep.

Once in the elevator, Brian’s hands were all over Justin, lips sliding down his still shirtless torso, hand cupping his clothed dick, and body pressing rough against his and hips grinding. By the time the elevator made it to his floor Justin was moaning loud and incoherent things. Or maybe not so incoherent since he was sure the entire building heard Justin moaning for Brian to fuck him into fucking oblivion. Brian would have no trouble complying with that request. Smiling, Brian led the blond into his loft. Brian didn’t wait for them to make it to his bedroom. He settled with the couch, which was closer. Before he could bend Justin over the couch, Justin was shoving Brian’s shirt off his shoulders, taking control for the moment, and then down on his knees. Brian’s jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped in a mere few seconds and then his cock was engulfed in wet, warm fucking heat.

He reached behind him to grab hold of the back of the couch as Justin used technique that Brian hadn’t even known Justin had. He had taught him well. He was a good teacher after all and this proved it. Brian released one of his hands from the couch and grabbed a handful of Justin’s soft blond bobbing head. “Fu-uk.” Justin eased Brian’s cock to the back of his throat and swallowed his cock into the tight orifice of his throat and…holy fucking fuck. Justin moaned, mouth vibrating around his dick, teeth gently moved across the tender underside of his cock, and Justin’s skillful tongue teased Brian’s slit after releasing Brian’s dick from his throat.

Justin decided that it was time to stop teasing and his tongue plunged forward, pressing hard into Brian’s slit and Brian came into his students mouth feeling slightly confused as to why he had came so fast. Like a fucking teenager. Justin calmly stood up, smirk on his face and tongue swiping across his lips. God, he had swallowed all of it. Brian reached over and wrapped a hand around Justin’s neck and pulled him close and swiped his tongue across Justin’s lips looking for his taste. It was hardly there and he raised an eyebrow at Justin. “Didn’t save any for me, Sunshine? How selfish of you.” Justin grinned before ramming his lips against the brunet’s and Brian plunged his tongue into Justin’s mouth and was met with his own come.

He was already hard again. Justin pulled back, breathing heavy and pulled himself out of Brian’s grasp. His fingers immediately went down to the buttons of his jeans. “You taste so good, Mr. Kinney.” The first button slipped out of the first hole. Justin’s hands moved to the next button. “It makes me so fucking hard,” The next button slipped out of its hole and he moved down to the last hole, fingers moving agonizingly slow. Brian wondered where this newfound courage came from. Justin was acting nothing like the shy, teary kid that he had acted like the other day. This courage was making Brian fucking hot. “And it makes me want to fucking come…and fuck. All. Night.” Brian couldn’t wait.

The last button was released and Justin took his precious time getting the tight denim off his beautiful hips. With a small smirk on his swollen lips the blond turned around and bent over to untie his shoes giving Brian a fabulous view of his ass. He wiggled it around slightly, making a show of taking his shoes off. Brian didn’t give him any time to stand up all the way before he shoved the blond’s chest against the nearest wall, yanked down Justin’s jeans to reveal nothing. No underwear like last time. Brian got hot thinking about how, in school, he was probably gonna be walking around with nothing under his pants. God. In a split second Brian was kneeling on the floor with his hands spreading Justin’s cheeks just slightly to reveal his puckered hole. It was just calling out to his tongue.

Brian smoothed a hand up Justin’s ass, over his smooth lower back, and back to his ass again. Both hands took their sweet time sliding over his hips, down his thighs, knees and then to his ankles. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. Hopefully Justin wouldn’t remember that in the morning. Justin wiggled his ass slightly reminding Brian of the task at hand but laughed slightly. “I know.” Brian smirked, hands spreading Justin’s cheeks again, thumbs teasing the man’s hole and then blowing out warm air from his parted lips. Brian wished Justin wouldn’t moan like that; all husky and fucking beau-HOT. “Sunshine,”

He listened as the blond practically struggled to catch his breath, “Y-yes…”

Brian didn’t need to be asked, although, he did like the sound of Justin begging for it. Not able to hold off any longer, Brian moved his head forward, his tongue snaked out and slid from Justin’s balls all the way up until his tongue was fucking Justin’s ass. “F-uuuuuck….” Brian grinned, tongue moving in and out more furiously. He tasted to fucking good. He tasted better than any other man that he had done this to. Bittersweet. Fucking fabulous. After eating Justin’s ass for another good five minutes, Brian pulled back with a slap to his left cheek. The patch of skin changed from pale to a deep pink color. Justin yelped and told him to keep his hands off his ass if he was going to go all brutal on him. Brian smirked. “You know you liked it.” He swatted at Justin’s ass again and, proving his statement, Justin’s hips bucked against the wall.

Brian quickly switched their positions and had Justin bent over the back of his couch in the blink of an eye. Brian slapped a condom on his eager cock, slicked himself up with lube and pressed the head of his cock against Justin’s hole. “Ready, Sunshine?” Justin nodded furiously, face buried in the pillows of the couch. Brian placed a hand on the small of Justin’s back and his other hand on Justin’s hip before shoving inside of him in one swift stroke. The rest of the night was filled with Brian’s cock up Justin’s ass multiple times and then, when they were both through, Brian let Justin curl up next to him on the bed. He let the blond wrap his arms around him and spoon up against him.