Here's the next chapter of this saga. I'm thinking this part of the story will have 3 or 4 more chapters. I'm going to be skipping ahead in the timeline, but I will try to make it clear where we are so no one gets confused. I'm going to be posting Justin's adventures in Europe in a seperate story. It just seems to make more sense that way. As always, I love any feedback you provide. It keeps me writing. Thanx for sticking with it. *************************************************************************** Chapter 12 Justin’s POV Christmas morning came way too early. Especially since Brian and I didn’t get to bed until sometime after 3. Once the kids were put to sleep, and it was assured they were actually sleeping, all of the adults converged in the family room (where the bulk of the Christmas decoration were, including an 8-ft tree) to assemble the various toys and put out the gifts from ‘Santa’. After that Herculean task was accomplished, it was fairly easy to convince the munchers and Ben and Michael to call it a night. It was a bit more challenging to get Debbie and Emmett away from the kitchen. Ted and Blake had retired when the munchers did. Brian and I followed Deb and Emmett up the stairs. But, just because we retired to our room didn’t mean we were going to sleep. In fact, we continued to ‘not sleep’ long after the clock rolled over past two. We were in such a rush for each other last night we had forgotten to lock the door. This is why at 6am, god is it really only 6?, we have a very hyper young boy bouncing on the end of our bed. I hear Brian let out a groan as one of Gus’ elbows makes contact with his chest as Gus crawls up in between us. “Come on Daddy, Daddy J. It’s time to open presents.” Gus lunges for me first, planting a sloppy kiss on my cheek before turning and doing the same with Brian. “Gus, I told you to knock before you interrupted your fathers.” I didn’t notice Lindz standing at the door until she spoke. Maybe I’m being an overly-sensitive faggot, but I still detect a hesitant resentment in her tone when she’s forced to acknowledge my place in Gus’ life. “It’s alright Lindz. We forgot to lock the door.” Brian responded as he gently pushed Gus onto me and threw back the covers. Without an ounce of modesty, Brian got out of bed naked and made his way to the bathroom. “Brian! Really…” It was really difficult not to laugh at Lindsey’s Waspish outrage. Especially as I catch her gaze lingering on Brian’s ass. “Gus, why don’t’ you go with mommy to help Gamma Debbie finish breakfast and Daddy and I will be down in just a moment.” I try to extract Gus from the duvet and hide my naked form from Lindsey’s eyes at the same time. “Move your ass, Sunshine. We have a show to take and presents to open.” Brian yelled from the bathroom, totally oblivious to the stares. Gus finally gets down from the bed and he and Lindz leave. Once the bedroom door closes I toss back the covers. Brian is already in the shower when I walk through the door and I quickly join him in the steam. Forty minutes and two blow-jobs later we join the family to open presents. **** Brian and I were lounging in the media room watching Gus play with his train set when my cell phone rang. I lightly punched him in the stomach for laughing as the Spice Girls played. “Hey Bren, what’s up?” “Promise not to kill me?” “Unless you fucked Brian, or ruined one of my paintings, I promise not to kill you.” I laugh at Brian’s perplexed expression. What he doesn’t realize is this is a typical conversation for us. “Well, I’m not Brian’s type so we’re okay on that score. And since I left New York when you did, and haven’t been back, I doubt I’ve had time to fuck up any of your works of art.” Bren says with a smirk in her voice. “So what am I going to be pissed about?” “I’m not coming to the Pitts for New Year’s Eve like I planned.” Bren whispered. “Why not? Got a better offer? From one of your many cabby admirers perhaps?” I’m disappointed, but I know it’s something big for Bren to bail on me. “Nope. Just my sister flying off to Vegas to get married. I have to run interference with the fam.” “Do I even want to know?” “It’s a HUGE drama. Beth met this ‘lovely’ man who happens to be from the South side.” “Let me guess, the parental units don’t approve?” “Nope. And when they find out she’s expecting it’s going to get worse.” “Oh fuck!” “Yep. She’s hoping if she’s already married when she tells them it will go over better.” “Stupid teenagers.” I laugh again as Brian’s eyebrows go to his hairline. “Remember I’m no longer one of those. I’m all nice and legal.” Bren laughs at my comments. “Tell Brian you’ll show him later just how legal you are.” With a sigh and more than a little disappointment that I won’t get to show my friend my stomping grounds I say, “Trust me, he remembers that nightly.” Her laughter filters through the phone again, then I here her sigh. “Bren, don’t worry about it. Perhaps you can come with me the next time I come home.” “Okay, Jai. Don’t party too hard. I’ll see you next year.” “Yeah, next year. Freak.” I laugh as I disconnect the call. I toss the phone aside and curl back into Brian’s arms. He pulls me in close, kissing the top of my head. “You okay there, Sunshine?” “Yeah. Just sad Bren’s not going to make it. I was looking forward to her meeting the family.” “I know you were. Perhaps she can come with you in March. If nothing else, they will get to meet her at your graduation in May.” “this is true.” Brian rubs my back a bit and I feel myself grow hard. “Besides, this just means I can keep you all to myself and indulge my need to fuck you senseless, until it’s time for you to go back to New York.” “What do you say we start on that now?” I turn in his arms, giving him a very cheeky grin. “An excellent idea. Let’s go.” In a blink of an eye I’m forced off the couch and am being dragged out of the room and up the stairs. We pass Mel and Lindz on the way and I just grin sheepishly, feeling my face begin to turn pink. When we reach our room Brian roughly shoves me through the door. He slams it shut, barely able to flip the lock before he attacks my lips. Somehow he manages to remove my clothes without breaking the drugging, bruising kiss. “Fuck, I don’t understand why I always want you so much.” Brian sighs out as he breaks the kiss to remove his own clothing. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Just promise me to never stop.” I watch him kick off his pants and smirk when I notice he’s not wearing underwear. “Never, Sunshine. Never.” With that he pulls me to him again, flipping me around to shove me against the door. Without giving me time to adjust or preparing me, he pushes in causing us both to groan with the pleasure of connection. Once I’ve had a moment to adjust Brian sets a brutal rhythm of pounding into me while I push back with every thrust. I feel my orgasm creep up on me and as Brian pulls my hair and simultaneously bites the nape of my neck, I feel (and hear?) my come splash against the door. One more deep thrust, and Brian is roaring his own orgasm before collapsing against me, effectively pinning me to the wall. Which is a good thing since I can barely stand. Eventually he pulls out, stripping off the condom and tossing it in the trash. I wonder how he managed to put it on in the first place. Without a word he leads me to the bed, stretching out beside me and beginning a slow exploration of my body. It’s several hours before we finally get up to show and rejoin the family. **** Brian’s POV I know Justin is disappointed Bren wouldn’t be coming to the Pitts for New Years. He brooded about it for days. The only times he seemed happy were when he was playing with Gus or when I was buried deep inside him. Then he would come alive, writhing and twisting, begging me to push harder, deeper until there was no space between us. Being honest with myself, I was kind of happy she wasn’t coming. Then I could keep him all to myself. I miss him when he’s going. I’m honest enough, at least within my own head, to admit that. If I could, I would lock him away and keep him here forever. But I know, even if he doesn’t, that he needs this chance to be on his own, to experience all life has to offer. I just hope he returns to me when all is said and done. I watch him as we get ready for New Year’s Eve with the boys at Babylon. He’s trade in his signature cargo pants for a pair of skin tight midnight blue leather pants. They’re molded to his ass like a second skin and all I want to do is strip them off him and fuck him senseless for the next 40 to 50 years. He continues dressing, obvious to my smoldering gaze. I watch him button up the leather vest that matches the pants and smirk at the lack of t-shirt underneath. He turned, giving me a saucy wink, before going to the bathroom. I follow him in fascinated as he lines his eyes with kohl. Then he sprinkled just a bit of glitter into his hair and slightly spiked it. “I’d fuck you.” I say as I wrap my arms around his waist. “I think you may be a bit biased.” Justin says, meeting my gaze in the mirror. He turns, leaning back against the counter to give me the once over. “I’d fuck you too, Bri.” I spin him around so he’s facing the mirror again, then I address our reflections, “We might as well admit it, Sunshine, we are the two hottest fags in the Pitts.” “Technically we’re in West Virginia, but I would say that holds for this state too.” He gives me his own version of my tongue in cheek smirk. “Logistics, Sunshine, logistics. I would say we are undeniably the hottest fags in the tri-state area.” I pull him from the counter and lead him through our room. “Let’s go say goodnight to our son and get this party started.” As we get to the door, I lace our fingers while we walk to our son’s room. **** When we get to Babylon I smirk at the line of guys waiting to get in. It seems to be three across and wraps around the side of the building continuing to the other end of the alley. I pat the doorman on the shoulder as we bypass the line and head through the door. I smile with satisfaction at all the writhing bodies. It’s especially heartening since it’s only 9:30. There’s plenty of time yet to get to capacity. Justin and I head to the bar, as planned earlier, to meet up with the guys. We all drove separately even though Mikey and the Professor are still staying out at the house. Justin and I will be staying at the loft tonight, however, so we can ring in the new year in our own special way. “Let’s get a drink, then I want to dance.” Justin says already beginning to sway to the beat. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.” I lean against the bar and can’t help but smile when two double shots of Beam are placed in front of us. My staff is trained very well. I’m especially pleased to note that Justin garners the same respect I do. He doesn’t know it, but his name is on this place as part owner. Not that I ever plan on telling him that. “Let’s go. Let’s show these queers how real men dance.” I grab Justin’s hand and start to drag him to the dance floor. Emmett stops us momentarily with is witty remark, “Honey, you can’t call what you and are baby here do on the dance floor dancing. It’s more like foreplay.” “Even better.” I say, smirking before going out with Justin. Once we reach ‘our’ spot o the dance floor several of the dancers move over giving us ample room to maneuver. Once we find our groove grinding against each other, I realize what Emmett said was true. Dancing with Justin IS a lot like foreplay. I place my hands on Justin’s hips, keeping his body pressed against mine and watch, mesmerized as he gets lost in the tribal beat of the dance music. When he opens his eyes, locking his gaze with mine, and licks his lips my cock (half erect already) comes to full attention. I press even closer to Justin, bending slightly to whisper in his ear, “What kind of spell are you trying to weave, little boy. I can’t keep my hands off you and I want to fuck you all night long, until we are both too exhausted to even contemplate moving.” “Sounds like a good idea to me.” Justin whispered back into my ear. “It’s a good thing we told everyone we were staying at the loft.” He turned around, grinding his ass against my aching cock, then leaned back into me, wrapping his arms around my neck. He then pulled my head down to his neck. With such an offer, I couldn’t resist nipping along his jugular and blowing softly behind his ear. “Why don’t we make a trip to the backroom for a preview of what’s to come later.” I whispered, flicking my tongue along the shell of his ear. “An excellent suggestion.” He said reaching down for my hand and leading me toward the backroom. “Let’s give these boys a show.” When we get to the backroom he leads me to a prominence wall in the middle and lightly pushes me against it. Slowly he leans in to whisper in my ear, “This will be a legendary blow-job. I hope you’re ready.” “Always, Jus. Always.” I watch as his blue eyes turn cobalt with desire before he leans back in and begins attacking my neck. As his tongue trails down my Adam’s apple, his hands being to unbutton my shirt. Justin follows the shirt as it parts, laving my chest and first one, then the other nipple. He spent several minutes rimming my bellybutton before unsnapping my jeans and pulling the zipper down, with his teeth, one metal tooth at a time. His nose presses in skimming along the vein of my cock. He buries his nose in my pubes, inhaling deeply before engulfing my dick in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. The sensations coursing through my body had me nearly coming down his throat before he even really gets started. Years of holding back kept me from coming like a virgin, but just barely. After a few moments of just holding my dick in his mouth, letting me enjoy the feel, he began to work my dick like the master he’s become. First, he would take my entire length, letting the tip hit the back of his throat. He would hum a few times, sending vibrations through my entire body. Anticipating how close I was, he would then shift to just holding the head in his mouth, sucking and flicking the slit. Just when I’m about to let go and come in his mouth, he changes rhythm and keeps me teetering on the edge for a long time. Finally Justin takes me deep into his throat and swallows around my cock. “Damn, Justin.” I breathe out in a whispered prayer. Slowly, I release my grip on his hair and he slowly kisses his way back up to my lips. Once there he gives me a kiss so deep and so carnal I feel my dick twitch. When he finally releases my lips, I pull him to me in a powerful hug, letting my fingers run lightly up and down his spine. “Damn, Justin. You should give classes in that.” I whisper in his ear. “I learned from the best.” He says, smiling up at me. “That my dear boy is raw natural talent.” “Raw. Now there’s a fantasy.” He whispers to himself as he grabs my hand, leading me out of the backroom. “More than you know.” I respond, surprised when he stops momentarily. He turns around, a question in his eyes. Before he’s able to speak, I put my finger to his lips to silence him. “Now is not the time. But someday.” I turn him back around, pushing him toward the dance floor. **** We spend the majority of our evening alternating between the dance floor and leaning against the bar, chatting with the guys. I have to laugh when I see Emmett dancing Justin around the floor. My boy’s in his element, though, shaking his ass, causing all the fags in the place to salivate and envy me for one more reason. Around 11:30 I begin to formulate an extraction plan to get Justin away from Emmett. I want to make sure we have the privacy of my office to ring in the New Year. Jut as I’m about to head out I’m waylaid by Mikey. I can tell he has something important on his mind so I lean back and prepare to listen. “Hey, Bri. How’s your evening going?” “As you can see, just fabulous.” I spread my arms to include the entire club. “My businesses are thriving, I’m surrounded by friends and I have the hottest partner to fuck whenever my little heart desires. What more could a fag ask for?” “Yeah, about that partner.” “Mikey, give it a rest.” I warn, not wanting to hear anything negative tonight. “I’m worried what’s going to happen when Boy Wonder runs off to Europe for a year. I don’t want to see you fall back into old patterns.” “He’s not running, Mikey. He’s flying. And we, as in he and I, will deal with OUR relationship just like we have been for the last six months.” “But, Brian…” Mikey begins. “It’s over a year away. Put the Italian mother away for the night and go ring in the New Year right by letting the professor fuck you silly.” I push off the bar and head toward the dance floor. “That’s what I intend to do.” I laugh as I see shock cross Michael’s face. He knows I bottom for Justin, he’s even witnessed it once or twice, but I guess it’s still a shock to his system. I shrug off thoughts of Mikey and everyone else as I move in behind Justin. I give Emmett my patented ‘fuck off’ face and he smiles at me before drifting off to find a new dance partner. Without turning around, opening his eyes, or in any way acknowledging he knows it’s me, Justin backs up pressing his body tightly against mine. Never breaking rhythm, he begins to grind his ass against my cock. I swivel my hips slightly, adding just that much more pressure. “Hey little boy. Does your Boyfriend know you’re dancing like this without him?” I whisper into his ear, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist, locking his body to mine. “He’s a very understanding older guy. He gets off on watching me shake my ass.” Just laughs as he continues to grind against me. “He gets tired easily so we have to give him plenty of breaks.” Justin yelps as I bite his ear. “Watch it. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you for being impertinent.” I reach down the font of his pants rubbing his cock roughly. I smile evilly when it jumps in response. “Brian.” My name escapes his lips in a breathy moan. “Why don’t’ we go to my office and rind in the New Year right?” I whisper, giving his ear another swipe. “Now. Let’s go now.” He huffs, grabbing my hand and leading me through the dancers to the stairs leading to my office. “I need you, need to feel you filling me up. NOW!” “Patience, Sunshine. We have all night. Besides, I kind of want to feel, YOU filling ME up.” I watch as his eyes darken even further with lust and desire. “How about we flip to see who gets to go first?” “Smart boy. You always have the best ideas.” **** We did eventually make it to the loft after few rounds in my office. We fucked and talked, and talked and fucked until the sun came up. Four days later, I drove him to the airport and kissed him goodbye.