Brian looked at Justin’s sleeping form in awe. He couldn’t believe all the lies he had told Justin. But he was happy that Justin had believed everything. He didn’t want to lie or blackmail Justin but he didn’t want to lose the blonde either. He had seen how angry Justin had been towards him when he had found out that he was only fifteen. He knew at that moment that the older man was going to walk away and he had to do something. Brian didn’t want the blonde to leave him. So he did the first thing that came to mind and he didn’t regret it. He’d had a wonderful evening with Justin that day and every other since. He knew that the blonde had enjoyed it too. Brian leaned forward and caressed Justin’s skin. He smiled feeling the softness. It had been a whole month since he and Justin started fucking. He was so happy, he could bounce off the walls. He wanted so much more but so far he only had managed to get Justin in his bed. The next step would be to make Justin take him out. Little by little he was going to make the blonde fall for him. “What are you doing?” Justin asked. “Thinking. I thought you were asleep.” Brian told him. Justin shook his head and pulled Brian into his arms. “What are you doing up so late?” Justin asked while he played with Brian’s hair. Brian shrugged. “Uh, tomorrow my friends and I are going to get together for lunch or something.” Brian told him. “Shouldn’t you guys be at school?” Justin asked. “Uh, hello, it’s summer.” Brian told him. “Right.” Justin said yawning. “I’m not going.” Brian pulled away from him and took a deep breath. “I’m not asking you to be there, I’m telling you. I’m going to take a shower. You better go. Brandon is about to get home. He doesn’t stay at Daphne’s on Sundays. Use the backdoor just in case.” Brian told him before he walked to the bathroom. Brian closed the door and started crying. He wanted Justin to like him. He wanted the blonde to fall for him. He wanted to be able to suggest something and not have to resort to blackmail. *** Justin entered the diner and wanted to just drop dead. He walked behind Brian to their table. When he saw the kids there, he just kept walking until he found the restrooms. Brian followed him wondering what was bothering the older man. “Justin, what’s wrong?” Brian asked when Justin started washing his face over and over. “It’s a nightmare. I just know it.” Justin hissed. “I’m not sitting at that table with those kids.” “They are not kids.” Brian protested. “They are as old as me.” Justin straightened and pulled Brian into a kiss. Brian smiled happily when the kiss ended because Justin had kissed him to begin with. “You are a kid, Brian.” Justin whispered in Brian’s ear. “Do they know what you are doing?" Justin asked meaning the blackmail. “Yes.” Brian told him. Justin looked at Brian in amazement. “Don’t worry, they are not going to say anything. They are my friends.” Brian told him. “Really, for a moment there I thought all of you were part of a cult.” Justin spat out. Brian rolled his eyes. “Anyway, maybe we can go to the movies tonight.” Brian told him. “I can’t wait for summer to be over.” Justin told him. “You are still going to have to fuck me.” Brian murmured. “Let’s go. The faster we do this the better.” Justin said. Brian followed Justin out and towards the table. When Justin sat down, he looked around the whole place. “Guys, this is Justin, my boyfriend.” Brian said. Justin looked at Brian like he was going to kill him then ignored him and went back to scanning the room. “Justin, these are my friends. These are Melanie, Joy, Clark and my best friend, Lindsey.” Justin looked at them and nodded. “What’s wrong with him?” Lindsey asked. “He has feelings of persecution.” Brian told him. “He thinks they are out to get him.” Justin glared at him before he looked back and made sure that there wasn’t anybody he knew in the place. He looked back at Lindsey and Brian who were laughing at him. “Look, I have to go soon. I have a presentation to make. I can’t be late or the art department starts to go crazy without me there.” Justin whispered to Brian. Brian nodded. “Just order something and I’ll pay for it.” Justin told him. “That’s not what I brought you for.” Brian said. “I know.” Justin told him and looked at Clark who was staring at Brian with dopey eyes. Justin didn’t know why Clark’s gawking bothered him, he just didn’t like it. He kept trying to glare at the kid but Clark was oblivious. Half an hour later Justin got up saying he had to go. “Are you coming to see me tonight?” Brian asked hopefully. “I don’t know.” Justin answered. “You’d better.” Brian warned him. “Will we see you at the movies tomorrow, Justin?” Lindsey asked. “I don’t know.” Justin said. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep Brian in good company.” Clark told him while he looked at Brian. “Right.” Justin whispered. Justin pulled Brian closer and gave him an earth shattering kiss. He looked at Clark with a ‘back off’ message before he pulled out his wallet and dropped a few bills. He turned and left the place. He quickly got his cell phone to call Daphne. “Daphne?” “Yeah. What’s wrong Justin?” Daphne asked. “I’m putting out a hit.” “On who?” Daphne asked. “On me! Christ Daphne! This kid is driving me nuts.” Justin hissed at his cell phone. “Justin, are you sure you don’t like him?” “What are you talking about?” Justin asked. “Well, you are complaining about him.” Daphne pointed out. “Oh well, that explains it then.” Justin mocked. “You used to do the same thing about Ethan. I hate him, hate him, hate him…I can’t live without him kind of thing.” “Fuck you, Daphne.” Justin hissed. “This is different.” “Oh really?” Daphne told him. “Fine, then stop seeing him.” “He’s blackmailing me, remember?” “Yeah, but you got to admit you like him.” Daphne said. “I do not.” Justin told her while he waved for a cab. “Where are you?” Daphne asked. “I’m just coming out of the diner Brian brought me to with his friends.” Justin told her getting in the back of the cab and stopping his conversation to give the driver the address. “Did you eat anything?” Daphne asked after a while. “No.” Justin told her. “Sign number two.” Daphne shrieked. “I knew drugs were going to affect your brain sooner or later.” Justin told her. “Cute. But I know that when you like someone you won’t eat in front of them until you get used to the idea.” “Whatever. I was only there half an hour and they were having pizza with so many things on it that I was scared for my safety.” “Right.” Daphne told him. “Do you cuddle with him?” Daphne asked. “Why?” “Well, do you?” Daphne asked. “Yeah. I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” Justin pointed out. “I bet he doesn’t blackmail you to do that.” Daphne pointed out. “You know what Daphne?” Justin asked but didn’t say anything. Justin just hung up the phone like he did every time she irritated him. He wasn’t going to listen to her nonsense. The only reason he was with Brian was because the kid was blackmailing him. He didn’t have any option. Justin kept telling himself that the rest of the way. He was bound to believe it at some point. *** Brandon was putting clean sheets on Brian’s bed when he spotted a box of cigarettes. He frowned and shook his head. When he took the box of cigarettes it was still intact. He hoped they weren’t Brian’s or that his kid brother wasn’t going to try them. He started thinking of what other things Brian might have. He started rummaging around the room. He was pretty much done when a thought occurred to him. Brandon lifted the mattress and started pulling things out from under it. He laughed at some and wondered what the fuck other items were. Then he reached a small book and something else. He grabbed both of them and pulled them out. One was a pair of briefs and the other was a journal. When he opened the journal, something told him that he shouldn’t be doing this. He shrugged it off and started reading. He laughed at some of the stories and at others he marveled at how his kid brother had the common sense to do things. He skipped the pages until he was near the end. What he read there left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He was going to kill Justin Taylor for the things he had done to his little brother. “Brandon! What the fuck are you doing in my room?” Brian asked, snatching his journal away. “I was just looking at it.” Brandon said getting up and hiding the briefs behind his back. “Do you want to finish the laundry?” “No!” “Go get your dirty towels then.” Brandon told him. Brian held his journal to his chest and went into the bathroom. Brandon quickly put the briefs in the basket and covered them with the rest of the dirty laundry. “Here you go.” Brian told him. “Can I go out today? Pretty please.” Brian said like a little kid. Brandon nodded. He was definitely going to kill Taylor.