Chapter 5: Justin drew his knees up into his chest even further and curled into as tight a ball as he could. He couldn't bear to look out on Brian any longer and had failed dismally in holding back the tears. In all the time he'd been incarcerated, and it seems it must have been longer than Justin could ever imagine, having contact with another human being had been wonderful. And then Brian had taken him in his arms and then later, had touched him in ways he didn't know were possible and Justin had actually wished that Brian had discovered him earlier. Justin sniffed, he hated Brian seeing him like some cry baby again and was glad when he sensed the man move away. He'd seen Brian's hand reach out to him and had done likewise, but the glass sides of the bottle were between them and even though the younger man appreciated Brian's gesture, feeling the coldness of the glass only served to remind him that he'd been snatched away all too soon and Justin could only hope the bottle wouldn't keep him prisoner too long, but in the meantime, at least he had last night. Recalling what they'd done the previous night, how it made him feel and that Brian hadn't tried to force the issue and make him do something he wasn't yet ready for, Justin knew, even if Brian didn't, just how much regard the older man had for him. But that was before the bottle had reclaimed Justin and reminded him just how little freedom he had and who or what was in control. What was it Brian had done to him? Oh yes, a blowjob and his tears drying, Justin smiled to himself at the memory and his hand instinctively rested in his groin. Justin knew he had a lot to learn and loved the thought of being able to do that to Brian and make him feel the same way, as long as he had the opportunity of course. Justin sighed. He couldn't remember much after Brian had kissed him again, he must have fallen asleep. But how he would have loved to have woken up next to him and for them to wake up together. But the bottle had other ideas. Justin never felt himself being taken back, but he'd suddenly woke up shivering and found himself lying naked on the glass floor and had reached out for Brian's shirt. It was bad enough before, but this time, Justin was devastated at being torn away from Brian, knowing it could be days until he could next be with him and who knows, there might be other men before then; men he'd have to compete with. Justin bit his lip; Brian's intimacy with him had created in Justin a feeling of euphoria never experienced before and he sighed, realizing it was doubtful that Brian felt the same way. Justin realized he was probably no match for the experienced men that Brian usually enjoyed and who knew what to do in order to please him and Justin hugged his knees even tighter as he wondered how he could ever meet Brian's expectations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian couldn't not go into the office today; he had at least two meetings booked, his targets to meet and there was no way he wasn't going to get the partnership. He'd worked so damned hard all his life, he deserved it. It had never been easy and he knew from personal experience, that there was little straight people disliked more than a successful fag. He knew there were still one or two account managers who felt uncomfortable around him, not that Brian had any intention of jumping their bones, although after a few drinks at a recent advertising bash, Dean Williams, another of the agencies' ad men and as straight as they come, so to speak, had actually asked Brian why he wouldn't find him attractive; it seemed like Brian just couldn't win either way and knew also that generally, the others resented him for his success and the fact that Ryder was even contemplating giving him a partnership. But over the last couple of years, it was Brian who had brought in all the major accounts and his value to the agency couldn't go ignored or unrewarded any longer. It was his due. That morning, Brian had actually been disappointed when he woke up and found he was alone, not that he would have let Justin know that of course. He actually hated the thought of leaving the young man on his own and seeing him curled up in the bottom of the bottle, naked save for the cotton shirt, it tugged at Brian's heart more than he would ever have guessed. Brian thought about leaving a note, but in the end decided against it, not knowing when Justin might get to read it and what he could say in any case that would make Justin feel any better about his situation. And apart from that, Brian had never written a guy a note that wasn't work connected in his life and, quite frankly, didn't know how. But one thing he did realize was that he needed to go shopping and get in some food in preparation. If the way Justin had demolished the pizza was anything to go by, the kid was a typical growing teenager with hollow legs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Around midday, Justin woke up and much to his relief, the bottle allowed him out and the first thing he did was retrieve his clothes from the bedroom. But he was disappointed that Brian had already left, there was so much he wanted to say about what had happened between them last night and he hoped Brian wouldn't be out too late; as much as he hated being imprisoned in the bottle, he was also beginning to hate being in Brian's home without the man himself being there. Justin thought again about how much patience Brian had shown him. He'd seen him reject numerous gorgeous men over the weeks and he doubted whether Brian would afford many that same courtesy. After all, he could pick and choose and had his choice of the best of them so why waste his time and energies on some inexperienced kid? And Justin took a deep breath and realized that although he sensed Brian had feelings for him, it was going to take a lot to be accepted as an equal to those men. But Justin didn't want to be equal to the men who had preceded him, he wanted to be better. He didn't care how many men Brian had before him, only that he wanted to be the last. Justin had no idea what the future would hold, but he knew with all his heart that he wanted to be with Brian, bottle or no bottle. And if it meant a fight, then so be it. After all, wasn't it through standing his ground that had brought him here in the first place? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first few weeks out of the bottle, Justin had reveled in being able to move about the loft and discover its contents, but now he was increasingly becoming more depressed and frustrated at how limited his movements actually were. Justin turned on the TV, though he got quickly bored and was no longer curious or fascinated by it. He wandered around the loft and found himself picking up some paper and a pencil from the desk. Justin had always loved to draw and just recently he'd rediscovered it and he found the same book he'd used before to rest on, but his heart jumped when he realized his previous work was no longer with it and he searched along the shelves to see if it was there, but he couldn't find it. Brian must have it. And Justin groaned as he wondered what the man's reaction to the one of him sleeping and naked might be and whether he'd be flattered or annoyed. But he couldn't worry about that now, so settling down on the sofa, Justin considered what he might draw and he thought back to the previous night's conversations with Brian. Talking about his homeland and his life at the palace had made Justin realize he was actually homesick and bringing back that time, he set about recording his early life in pictures. And as much as he loved to draw, it would also while away the hours and keep him occupied before Brian came home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After struggling to keep his concentration during his late morning meeting, Brian's 2:00 appointment cried off and he heaved a sigh of relief. With the work he'd managed to do at home yesterday and this morning, he was actually pretty much up to speed with everything and he announced to Cynthia that he'd be out of the office for the rest of the afternoon. Marty was gone for the day too, so there was little chance he'd be needed for anything urgent and Brian decided to go to the market. But there was somewhere else he needed to go along the way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian had never gone shopping for this much food in his life before and it had felt a little strange, shopping for two, but really, what option did he have? His friends and even those he thought of as family, normally regarded him heartless and uncaring; an image Brian had done much to perpetrate himself it had to be said and one he was more likely to live up to because that's what was expected of him. But what could he really do with Justin? Not even he could throw the kid out, there was no way he'd survive on the streets or probably even in a place of his own. And as for a rented room in a house or apartment somewhere, what would his roomies think if he disappeared in a puff of smoke into a bottle at the drop of a hat? Besides, he was custodian of the trunk and its contents, at least for the time being and that sort of meant Justin too. Nobody else could ever know Justin existed, as something like that would be hard to keep quiet and if they weren't careful, Justin could end up in some institution and worse, some lab rat being poked and prodded and definitely not in a good way. So until they could figure something out, Brian was resigned to the fact that it looked like Justin was here to stay. He kind of liked the idea of having the kid around, though it would be strange, sharing the loft with someone else and Brian wasn't sure how they would cope. He guessed there would have to be rules, but that was okay and, even if it wasn't, Justin would have to get use to it, after all, it wasn't as if they were a couple or anything. So, staggering in with three bags of everything from guava juice to frozen pizza, Brian was surprised at how pleased he was to see Justin on the sofa when he got home and out of that damned bottle already. The TV was on, but Justin was dozing; his drawings and the book he'd been resting on having slipped to the floor. Jesus, the kid slept a lot, but Brian guessed he was used to it; there hadn't been much else to do before. Brian set about quietly putting away the groceries. As well as the juice and pizzas, he'd bought some fruit, milk and bread and decided on a number of other ready made frozen meals, though the better quality kind, as they wouldn't know exactly when Justin would be set free and then Brian went back down to the car for the rest of his purchases. Coming back, Brian placed the bags up on the bed and on his way to waken Sleeping Beauty to find out what he wanted for dinner, the bottle caught Brian's eye and he went over to it and picked it up. Holding it and studying it for a few moments, Brian then chuckled to himself; if he hadn't seen it happen with his own eyes, he never would have believed it. Putting the bottle down, Brian went over to where Justin was dozing on the sofa, but couldn't help hesitating and spending a few moments just watching Justin and drinking him in. Christ, he was beautiful and hot and he wished Justin would wake up so they could continue his education. Brian bent down to pick up the drawings and the book from the floor and thinking again that Justin's work was pretty amazing. The movement woke Justin and he yawned and stretched himself before he realized Brian was there with him and he smiled up at him. Brian hesitated, suddenly lost in those bright blue eyes and he wondered whether he should mention the previous night or how Justin was suddenly whisked away, but thought better of it. Although seeing Justin looking so alone and pitiful had made him feel sick to his stomach, he didn't want Justin to think he cared too much. It was going to be odd sharing the loft as it was, he didn't want the younger man reading too much into it and instead, he smiled back down at him and held out the drawings. “These are good,” stated Brian, but he genuinely admired the kid's talent and he handed the drawings to Justin. “Thanks,” the young man answered him and he felt himself glow at just hearing those few words of praise from the man and he wondered whether he should mention the other drawings he'd done before, but it didn't look like Brian was going to, so Justin decided not to either. He also wondered whether Brian thought about last night and what they did. He thought he'd seen from Brian's expression looking in on him this morning that he was concerned and maybe disappointed that Justin had been snatched away from his bed, but Brian now smiled at him and didn't think to mention it and for a moment, Justin couldn't help but feel disappointed. Brian realized there was a bit of an atmosphere in the loft; after how much Justin had talked the previous night, he'd assumed the young man to be a real chatter box, but glancing over at Justin as the younger man was looking at his work, Brian had to admit, the kid looked a little down. But then again, what that really surprising? “I bought some food in ... some ready made meals that won't take too long to heat up ...” stated Brian, hoping to get Justin's attention, but then he stopped himself from explaining why he'd thought it would be necessary to bring home food that wouldn't take long to cook. With any luck, Justin would think it was because he just didn't care to cook for himself normally and couldn't be bothered, but he could see by the expression on Justin's face that any attempt at an explanation wouldn't be necessary. “So ... do you wanna come and choose something? ... there's plenty here ...” asked Brian, but Justin shook his head. He was pleased that Brian was considering him so much; maybe he'd been mistaken that Brian hadn't mentioned last night because he didn't care about him, but he really wasn't that hungry and said so. “I don't think I could eat anything right now ...” answered Justin flatly and Brian nodded. Justin's loss of appetite was hardly surprising considering everything that had happened and what he was trying to take in all at once, but if he was like other teenagers, that situation wouldn't last long. But Brian had something else that should cheer Justin up. “Well ... if you don't wanna eat ...” and he crossed the floor of the living room and mounted the steps to the bedroom, motioning Justin to follow him. Justin hesitated, Brian obviously wanted to carry on where they'd finished off last night and a mixture of excitement and nervousness shot through the younger man as he slowly took the steps. But when he got up into the bedroom, Justin blinked as he surveyed all the bags on the bed and then looked at Brian. “Thought you could do with something different to wear,” stated the older man and Justin looked down at the clothes he had on as Brian reached out and run his finger around the inside of the waistband of the younger man's pants. “Wear these much longer and they'll be walking out on their own ...” Justin blinked and brought his arm up to sniff himself and Brian tried to suppress a chuckle at the younger man's actions. “You have been wearing them for two thousand years,” Brian reminded him and this time Justin couldn't stop himself from chuckling. “I suppose I have,” he answered him as Brian reached for the first of the bags. Jeans, tees, a couple of shirts, socks, sweater and undies were all spilled out onto the bed and Justin's eyes opened wide in amazement. He'd always liked clothes and enjoyed helping the princess to choose hers as well as ensuring his own were always clean, neat and tidy. But these were amazing and nothing like he'd ever worn before. Then Brian took the lid off both shoe boxes. “I wasn't sure which size ... I can always take the wrong ones back ... so that's no problem ...” and from the first, he took out a pair of Nike sneakers. Slowly, Justin reached out for the shoes and he carefully inspected them before looking back at Brian but then he looked away. Oh shit. And suddenly Brian realized why Justin didn't looked exactly enthralled, though by the price of them he should be. But they were obviously outdoor shoes; Justin must have seen Brian wearing his when he went out all the time and Justin was probably wondering why he would need them. Realizing he'd probably fucked up, Brian reached out and took the shoes from him. “I'm sure you'll get to use these ... any how ... you can't go around the loft barefoot all the time ...” he stated lamely. “You do,” answered Justin and he tried to smile and Brian closed his eyes momentarily and then put the sneakers back in the box. 'Nice one Kinney' muttered Brian to himself and Justin reached out and touched his arm. “It's alright ... you meant well .... but ...” “But Mr. Tactful I'm not ...” Brian actually admitted and Justin rubbed the older man's arm, finding his self-criticism actually endearing. “But why don't we get you freshened up and then you can try on your new things?” stated Brian, changing the subject and Justin smiled more broadly and nodded his head. “I'd like that ...” “Then go take a shower ... I'll get you a towel,” and Brian moved into the bathroom and took down some towels from the closet. Then, realizing Justin hadn't followed from the bedroom, Brian went to find out what was wrong and then something occurred to him. “You've never taken a shower ... have you?” Brian asked him and Justin shook his head. “I bathed ... at the palace ... but a shower? No ... I don't know what that is ...” Brian nodded and realized there were so many things that he took for granted that Justin had no idea about and he broke into a broad grin. “Then let's start lesson two ...” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With his spirits definitely lifted from earlier, Justin grinned as both men stripped off their clothing and moved into the bathroom. “You know what the sink is for?” asked Brian and Justin nodded. “Of course ... it's like the one in the kitchen ... only smaller ...” “Yeah ... but we don't do the dishes in this one ... it's used for cleaning teeth ... washing hands ... and shaving ...” and Brian reached out and took Justin's chin in his hand, tilting the young man's face up towards his own. “But somehow ... I don't think you have to worry about that ..” chuckled Brian and initially, Justin looked a little insulted, but then realized Brian was only poking gentle fun and Justin grinned back. “The john's a dual flush by the way ...” stated Brian, pointing to the toilet bowl, but then he saw Justin's grin turn to confusion. “To save water ...” continued the older man, but Justin merely shrugged. “What's a john?” he asked him and Brian stepped back in disbelief and wondered now just now much indoor plumbing they'd had at the palace two thousand years ago and then realized the answer was probably none and that he hadn't yet seen Justin go to the bathroom. “I can't believe you haven't had to go in all the time you've been here,” chuckled Brian, but he saw Justin's frown deepen even further. “If you need to pee or take a dump ... now you're spending time out of the bottle ... and especially if you're now starting to eat and drink ...?” suggested Brian and he flushed the handle just to illustrate. Slowly realization dawned on the younger man. “Oh,” stated Justin, blushing slightly and then he chuckled at how he'd been embarrassed about the mention of certain bodily functions considering what he and Brian had done already and what he hoped they would do eventually. “And now for the shower,” and opening the door and reaching into the double-sized shower stall, Brian turned on the water and set the dial to the temperature he liked and he motioned Justin to step inside. A little nervously, Justin moved under the spray, but he held his face up to the water and then he shook his head. As he'd said, Justin had bathed back at the palace, but the heat of the spray now hitting his skin and making him tingle felt so good. Closing the door behind them, Brian picked the soap up out of the dish and, reaching out, started to soap Justin's chest. Justin closed his eyes as he felt Brian's hands slowly work over his skin as he lathered him up. Wallowing in the rush of hot water flowing over him and the blood heating up in his veins, Justin swallowed as Brian moved around him and started to wash the younger man's back, working his way from Justin's neck and down his spine to his crack. Brian continued this for several minutes; far too many than necessary and Justin had some idea of what Brian was leading up too and was determined now not to show his nervousness about what might follow. Seeing no signs of objection, when he thought Justin understood, Brian dropped the soap and then slipped his fingers between Justin's buttocks and located his hole. Justin gasped and reaching out, supported himself against the glass. Rubbing the back of Justin's neck in reassurance, Brian continued to rub the younger man's hole and waited for the blond to indicate that he didn't want him to proceed, but instead, Justin looked back over his shoulder and smiled his consent. There was so much he wanted to learn so that he could please Brian and accepting Justin's signal to go on, Brian slowly and gently pushed his finger in a half-inch and then stopped as he heard Justin take a quick breath and he felt him clench. “Relax ... I just want you to get used to the feeling,” stated Brian and Justin nodded in understanding and then swallowed. Feeling the muscle slacken as Justin took another breath and forced himself to do as Brian instructed, the older man pushed his finger in further and then slowly withdrew. The next penetration, Brian added a second finger and pushed in further before pulling back, but not completely withdrawing this time. Above the sound of the water, Brian couldn't hear Justin's murmurings of pleasure as the same motion was repeated several more times, but then he heard Justin cry out in surprise which turned into a moan of sheer ecstasy that seemed to make the blood pop in his ears and Brian smiled when he knew he'd hit the spot. “That's the prostate,” explained Brian over the noise of the rushing water and Justin nodded and took another deep breath. Continuing to finger fuck Justin, Brian made sure he only hit that sweet spot every third or fourth stroke, he didn't want to over stimulate the kid, who continued to moan and already had a sizable erection. Brian closed his eyes as he fought down his own erection and he knew he couldn't carry on like this much longer, watching his fingers disappear inside Justin's ass he was getting far too turned on and he didn't want to come yet. But Justin hadn't yet learned that much self-control and without even touching himself, he came and sent spurts of cum onto the shower wall in front of him. Brian slowly withdrew his fingers and grinned. If he wanted, he could finger fuck Justin for hours and the kid would go totally crazy and start climbing the walls. After all, he, Brian, had a free hand for his own needs, but Brian wasn't about to deny either of them lesson three in Justin's education. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Making a mental note to get Justin some toiletries of his own, Brian loaned Justin his shampoo and the blond washed his hair as Brian lathered himself quickly with the soap. Justin then washed himself off and when he moved out from under the water spray, Brian took his place, washed his hair and then rinsed off. They stepped out of the stall together, making use of the double doors and Brian handed Justin the bath towel to dry off and then another for his hair before wrapping a towel around his own waist and then they moved back into the bedroom. Feeling Brian's fingers inside him had Justin wanting more, and he was no long self-conscious or nervous about what they would do next. But Brian was eager to see Justin in his new clothes; then he could enjoy taking them off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brian didn't bother to get dressed himself, why should he, as he was determined he'd be naked again before very long. The clothes he'd bought Justin fitted the young man perfectly; was there any doubt they would? Brian had an eye for size alright and style and in any case, couldn't go too far wrong with what he'd chosen. But he especially liked Justin in the blue shirt that brought out the color of his eyes and with his corn colored hair, he look amazing and Brian smiled and nodded approvingly. “How do I look?” Justin asked him and Brian grinned. “Pretty damn good ... for someone approximately 2017 years old ... but go and see for yourself ...” and Justin trotted down to the mirror in the living room to do just that; grinning broadly when he saw the transformation and then making his way back to Brian. Justin had tried both pairs of sneakers and the larger ones fitted fine. “That figures,” chuckled Brian; Justin had good sized feet for his height and you know what they say ... But now was the time to take everything off again and over his initial nerves, Justin didn't complain when Brian leaned down to kiss him. “I'm glad that damned bottle didn't keep you too long this time,” whispered Brian in Justin's ear after he'd moved around behind him. That was the first mention of the previous night and was pretty much exactly the right thing to say and Justin's heart swelled at hearing the words. Reaching around, Brian slowly undid the buttons on Justin's shirt and slipped his hand inside. Justin sighed and closing his eyes, leaned back against him as Brian searched for and then found the younger man's left nipple. Rolling the nipple between his fingers, Brian felt himself harden and he was sure that Justin was; he was 17 after all, it wouldn't take much to arouse him and then Brian moved downwards and undid the top button on Justin's jeans before unzipping them. Brian was about to feel inside when Justin reached behind. He'd felt Brian's erection against his lower back and knowing how incredible his own had felt the night before and that it signified how much Brian was attracted to him, with increasing boldness, Justin sought the older man's cock and, having located it, began rubbing Brian through the towel. Brian couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt the slight roughness from the material increase his arousal even further and Justin heard him and heard also the couple of quick breaths that Brian took; the older man obviously enjoying it. Brian closed his eyes. Christ, this kid learned quick. He seemed to know instinctively what to do, even after just one blowjob. Grinning, Justin stopped what he was doing and turned around. It seemed that Brian wasn't going to totally dictate proceedings and without waiting for permission, Justin pulled the towel from around Brian's waist and let it slip to the floor and reached up to kiss him, Brian's cock now pushing against him. Justin ran his hands up and down Brian's back and into his hair before moving downwards to cup his buttocks, before attempting to slip his fingers between them to seek his hole as Brian had done to him earlier in the shower. But pulling back from the kiss, Brian reached around behind him and took Justin by the wrists and gently pulled his hands back around in front. It had been a long, long time since anyone had earned those privileges and he now held Justin's arms tightly against his body. He grinned at the kid and not for the first time, admired his nerve, though in truth, Brian had shuddered with pleasure when he felt those long slender fingers caress his ass; a reaction that the younger man didn't miss. So, Brian would react under Justin's touch and Justin couldn't wait to learn more, but Brian wasn't going to let him get any big ideas. “I think we need to get something straight,” stated Brian, and releasing him, he pushed the shirt back off Justin's shoulders and allowed the brand new garment to drop to the floor. “There's only one top around here ... and that's me ...” and sitting down on the bed, Brian pulled Justin's jeans down and with one hand on Brian's shoulder for support, Justin kicked them off. Justin frowned, not quite understanding Brian's meaning, but it wouldn't be long before everything came clear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After moving onto the bed, Brian told Justin to turn over and the younger man had hesitated before doing so. Brian stared at Justin's ass; he did indeed have a beautiful bubble butt and Brian could almost feel his hands tingling, hardly able to stop himself from taking those globes and squeezing them; but that would have to wait for a while. Leaning forward and starting at his neck, Brian kissed and licked down the length of Justin's spine and then he gently blew up the saliva trail and Justin gasped at the coldness on his skin, replacing the warmth of Brian's mouth. Taking Justin by the ankles, Brian spread the younger man's legs so that he could kneel between them and he began to stroke the blond's upper thighs. Justin moaned and could feel himself start to harden against the mattress as Brian worked his way up to Justin's ass. In a circling motion, Brian now stroked Justin's buttocks, putting on more pressure so that he now spread him. Justin closed his eyes and involuntarily clenched. He may have had Brian's fingers penetrate him before, but he was sure that in no way would compared to having the man's penis inside him and Brian saw how Justin balled up the sheets in his fists as he waited nervously for Brian to enter him: anticipating the pain he was bound to experience. He felt Brian shift position and Justin swallowed and waited. But instead of the searing pain he was expecting, something soft, wet and warm began to alternately, lick, kiss and blow against his hole. Justin moaned as Brian's tongue now dipped in and out several times before finally pushing in all the way and the younger man instinctively raised his buttocks and pushed against him, willing Brian in even further and also so that he could put his hand down to his cock. Knowing what Justin was trying to do, Brian reached out and took Justin's wrists and held him still; the younger man moaning and squirming as he tried to rub himself against the mattress for release. “Not yet” stated Brian as he broke away from what he was doing for a moment and Justin moaned even louder. Brian repeatedly plunged into Justin's hole for as long as he thought the young man could take it and then he finally released him and Justin groaned; his body now shaking and bathed in perspiration as Brian sat up and grinned. “That ... in case you want to know ... was rimming ...” and trying to get his breath and dripping in perspiration, Justin looked back over his shoulder and grinned back at him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “What's that?” asked Justin as Brian tore open the foil packet with his teeth. Justin was now sitting on the bed facing him, having caught his breath and fought down his erection. He was determined to follow everything that Brian was teaching him; he was hoping to repay him at some time. “This ... is a condom,” stated Brian and he handed the rubber over to Justin. “There's lots of sexually transmitted diseases out there ... some that can even kill you ... ” he continued and Justin nodded in understanding; they existed, even all that time ago in his homeland. Taking Justin's chin in his hand, Brian tilted the younger man's face up towards him. “And I want you to be safe,” Brian told him quietly. It suddenly occurred to Brian that he might be the only man who ever got to fuck Justin, but the habit of using protection was hard to break and who knows, Justin might be free one day and should know how to look after himself. And for a fleeting moment, Brian realized with a shock that he was actually jealous of that possibility. With his hand still under Justin's chin, Brian stroked the younger man's lips with his thumb and thinking that if, indeed, he was the only man who would ever do this, then he wanted Justin's first time to be even more special. Brian held Justin's gaze and the younger man's lips parted, allowing Brian's thumb to stroke their plump, ruby redness before swallowing and then Brian smiled and eventually released him. But the length of time their eyes were locked on each other hadn't been lost on Justin, who had seen in Brian's eyes tenderness and caring, but who now pulled away as he saw Justin frown; Brian hoping the younger man wouldn't catch that moment of weakness. “Go on ... put it on me,” instructed Brian, indicating the condom and reaching forward, Justin carefully rolled it onto Brian's cock. “Are you sure you've not done this before?” Brian kidded him and Justin smiled. “I was always good with my hands ...” “That I can believe,” chuckled Brian and he reached out for the tube of lube that he'd already retrieved from the nightstand, which was lying on the bed beside him and he lubed himself. Carefully, Brian lifted Justin's legs and draped them over his shoulders before squeezing out a little more lube and reaching between Justin's buttocks, he started to apply the slippery substance. Justin lay back and gasped. “It's cold ...” “It'll heat up,” Brian assured him and he positioned himself at the entrance to Justin's hole and slowly, he started to push himself inside. Justin moaned, but this time in pain. This was nothing like before. “It hurts ... does it always hurt like this?” he asked Brian between gasps. “A little,” Brian informed him as he waited; allowing Justin to adjust to his size and then he pushed in a little further. “But that's part of it ...” “It'll get easier,” Brian reassured him. “But I want you to remember this time ... always,“ and Brian slowly withdrew before pushing in again. Brian didn't often fuck guys this way, he didn't normally care about how they were feeling too much. But this time he wanted to watch Justin's face. He wanted to make sure the younger man didn't continue in pain and he wanted to see how Justin's expression hopefully changed to one of pure unadulterated pleasure. When he was sure Justin could take it, Brian increased the speed and pressure of his thrusts as he pushed in harder and further and having passed the pain threshold, Justin reached up and pulled Brian down towards him, his legs wrapped around Brian's back and pulling him in even deeper and holding him at the back of the neck and kissing him. Justin's body was made for this and Brian filled him, touching every raw nerve and awakening every fiber of the younger man's being. Brian saw how Justin threw his head back and closed his eyes as the young man allowed Brian to take complete control of his body and, ultimately, his wellbeing. Seeing the total trust Justin had in him had swelled Brian's heart to know just how much faith Justin possessed and putting his safety entirely in Brian's hands. Brian smiled at Justin's innocence and wondered if he'd ever really been that way himself and closing his eyes, allowed himself to be taken over by the sensations that coursed through him. Justin now opened his eyes and watching Brian intently, saw how the man's face was filled with rapture and he could have cried as he gave the last of himself that was left to give and rejoicing in the knowledge that it was his body that Brian now found so much pleasure in. With his own cock demanding attention, Justin reached down between them and soon matched his strokes to Brian's rhythm, the duel sensations of Brian's cock inside him and his own hand jerking himself off, sending Justin's mind reeling with gratification. Brian had taken countless tricks before, but none of them had allowed him to take such complete possession of their bodies before; not like Justin was doing, without question or hesitation. And now inside him, Brian was consumed totally and all he could concentrate on was pleasuring the younger man and himself. Experiencing that state of almost weightlessness as his mind blocked out everything painful in Brian's memory; his body automatically taking control of his needs and of Justin's Then, finally opening his eyes, he met Justin's gaze and felt as if the young man was looking down into his very soul. Seeing something in Brian the older man wouldn't even acknowledge for himself; his capacity to feel and then Justin stroked his face as he brought Brian down to kiss him once again. Pulling Brian in as far as possible; the bodies almost as one, Justin moaned and Brian smiled; he knew exactly how the younger man was feeling and thought back to his own first time. Not when at fourteen, he'd given his soccer coach a blow job in the showers, but to the first time a man had taken him to his bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaron Cassidy, with his soft Irish lilt and ten years his senior, had taken a shine to Brian straight away. But who wouldn't; tall, slim and beautiful, even in his teens, Brian had caught Cassidy's eye the first time the young man had ventured into Babylon. It had been the night of Brian and Michael's prom and they'd dumped their respective dates and managed to talk their way into the club. Taking their places on the dance floor, Brian had stood out above the crowd and much to Michael's dismay, his friend was soon being approached by numerous men who wanted him, but it was Cassidy's whispered promises of unimaginable pleasures that had tempted Brian into the back room. Nervous as hell, but determined not to show it, Brian had resisted the older man's attempts to turn him to face the wall and instead, knowing that by leading him gently he would eventually get all of Brian, Cassidy had relented but had undone the zipper on Brian's tux pants. Already shirtless, Brian could feel the hard coldness of the bricks against his back as Aaron knelt in front of him and took him in his mouth and the older Irishman had glanced up at his young conquest. They ignored the stares of the men already occupying the room but who now couldn't take their eyes off this hot guy with his young beauty, all of them wishing they were the ones to have the new kid. With his eyes shut and his mouth open, Brian was clutching at the wall above his head; his pelvis thrust forward. He had no idea how long the whole act would taken or how long he could hold out and the teenager had come more quickly than he'd meant to, confirming his inexperience. But for those few moments when Aaron was taking him somewhere he'd never been to before, Brian could think of nothing else. Giving his coach the blow job, in what Michael would later describe as the most famous shower scene since Psycho, was the first time that Brian realized that sex was one method at least to lose the world around him as he concentrated on pleasuring the man who's hands pulled at his hair, but who barely acknowledged him afterwards; not how Brian would imagine the subject of his first teenage crush to respond to him. But no way could that encounter compare with this and with Cassidy's mouth moving up and down his shaft and the man stroking Brian's thighs and buttocks, everything painful in Brian's life just melted away: it no longer existed. Surprisingly to Brian, Cassidy swallowed his cum and then kissed and licked his way up Brian's chest, savoring the youngster's perspiration and leaving a cum and saliva trail in his wake. And with his hands pressing Brian even further into the wall, the man looked into Brian's eyes. Seeing the neediness there, he planted a kiss on Brian's mouth, allowing the teenager to taste himself and then Cassidy pulled back and grinned as he wiped his mouth on his handkerchief. “Next time you wanna take this further ... just let me know ...” and without another word, the older man turned and left, leaving Brian panting as he dressed himself in the gloom and definitely already wanting more. But it was several unsuccessful nights of visiting Babylon before Brian found him again; Aaron purposely staying away, knowing Brian would be all the more desperate to continue their liaison than if he'd found him there the very next night. Not even telling Michael he was going to the club and having let Aaron think he was doing him a favor, Brian allowed the older man to take him back to his apartment. Trying to appear much more experienced than before, it didn't take Aaron too long to realize that apart from blow jobs and maybe the odd hand job, Brian had never fucked, or indeed, been fucked before. Acknowledging Brian's beauty and the fact that he would probably never get the opportunity to have another virgin as desirable as this young man in his bed ever again, Aaron showed incredible patience and caring as he guided Brian through his first time; his mouth and hands giving Brian pleasure he could only dream about and then allowing him finally to adjust to the penetration before he took Brian on a journey he would never forget. And now, looking down on Justin, Brian saw there a beautiful young man's willingness to give himself; to give his body and probably his heart too. For that's what had happened with Brian, falling in love with the man who'd popped his cherry, until he was summarily dismissed for another. Nevertheless, Brian had always been thankful that it had been a man like Aaron Cassidy who had been his first time, even though their all too brief relationship had taught him a valuable lesson; never to give his heart to anyone. A heart already bruised and battered from his Father's brutality and his parent's generally negative feelings towards him, Brian had willingly sought the affections of an older man and given his heart, only to have it thrown in the dumpster. But that was then and this was now and Brian could at least pass on to Justin the consideration he'd been shown, but as for Brian's heart, he was determined that would stay where it always had since that time with Aaron; safely under lock and key. A few more thrusts and Brian brought Justin to the brink of the precipice before they began falling; falling and spiraling into unknown territory for both of them. Justin came first, sending spurts of cum onto Brian's stomach as he then clenched around the older man; heightening Brian's own climax and bringing him to orgasm as he filled the condom. With one more shudder, Brian gasped and making sure he held onto the condom he slowly withdrew, eliciting a final groan from Justin as he did so, both at the sensation of Brian's withdrawal and then at the loss of contact. Both men were sated, but Justin was totally exhausted and without a thought to how he might be stuck to the duvet in the morning, he snuggled down and rolled against Brian and was instantly asleep. Brian frowned but then smiled as he looked down at Justin and saw how the young man had made himself comfortable against him before crashing out. After fucking, normally Brian and his trick would head for the shower, but then the trick would leave. But there was something about having Justin stay and them laying together, all wet and sticky, that Brian actually found quite natural. It wasn't lost on Brian that Justin's situation made the young man's future uncertain at the very least. Would there be other men? Who knew. Whether there would be or not, Brian was glad he'd been allowed to be Justin's first and not out of some bravado at just having the pleasure of fucking and deflowering a virgin. Justin was obviously different from all the rest, there was no denying that and being Justin's first would always bond them together, but Brian wasn't yet able to guess just how strong that connection would be. Brian only hoped the bottle wouldn't interfere and they would worry about peeling themselves off the bed in the morning, and he reached down and pulled the duvet over them and with Justin's head on his shoulder, it wasn't long before he joined the younger man in sleep. And for the first time in his life, Brian actually hoped this young man would still be there when he woke up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Brian woke up in the morning and found himself alone, he couldn't help feeling disappointed, but then he heard the shower running and could have sworn he heard singing. Slowly, Brian peeled himself up off the sheet. He would have to change the bedding; it was lucky he had so many sets of everything, the amount of laundry he was getting through and he remembered he hadn't heard from Joyce, his cleaning lady, for a couple of weeks and made a mental note to check on her to see when she'd be able to return to work. Making his way into the bathroom, Brian watched Justin in the shower for several minutes, the young man obviously having discovered the shower now couldn't get enough of it. And he watched as Justin soaped his chest and then moved down to his groin. “You started without me,” stated Brian, and Justin jumped as the older man opened the door to the cubicle and stepped in behind him. “I hoped I wouldn't wake you ... I was going to come back,” stated Justin and indeed he had hoped to watch Brian wake and find them still together. But this was even better and grinning, Justin reached out and began to soap Brian's chest, but it wasn't long before Brian had him facing the glass wall as he reached for the ever present lube and condoms that resided in the dish along with the soap. And Justin didn't complain one bit as Brian took him from behind and this time with his cock, not his fingers. Justin gasped and was forced up against the wall as Brian slammed into him. This wasn't how it was last night; this was hard and fast and Justin was surprised at the difference. During and after Brian had made love to him the first time, for that was what Justin considered it to be, the younger man couldn't believe how wonderful it made him feel. Not just the pure physical pleasure once he'd passed the pain threshold, but also from what Brian had given him. It wasn't just his tenderness and consideration, wanting and making sure that Justin's first time would be remembered for all the right reasons, it was because Justin was convinced that when he'd looked into Brian's eyes as the man was inside him, that he saw something in them that quite possibly, no one else had experienced before. Brian had given part of himself; of that, Justin was sure. Maybe not very much and maybe subconsciously and in all Justin's inexperience he had nothing to compare it with, but he knew there'd been a connection between them. And having made that connection, Justin hoped to let Brian know that he didn't have to hold back with him any longer. That Justin would love him completely and indeed, was already in love with him and given the chance, was sure he could make the older man happy. But that was last night and this was sex, with Brian pushing Justin hard against the glass wall and pumping him until the younger man's legs could hardly hold him upright and his ears rang with the blood pounding through his veins. This was need, raw, pure and simple and not to be confused with affection. That, in all Justin's naivety, was all too plain to see. But that didn't make it any less satisfying either. As soon as Brian stepped into the bathroom and saw the young blond about to start jerking himself off, necessity had taken over. The kid was just so fucking hot, for all his vulnerability and naivety and banging away, this was more like the anonymous sex Brian usually had in various bedrooms and backrooms over the years. Hard and fast, in and out. That's how he usually liked it, quick and honest, extracting the maximum of pleasure and suffering the minimum of bullshit. Physical relief but no emotional attachment. No names and no numbers exchanged. But after they'd both come and Brian withdrew, Justin had turned around and looked at him before reaching up and taking Brian's face in his hands and stretching up on tiptoes to kiss him. And looking into Justin's eyes, Brian hadn't been able to prevent it and returned the kiss deeply, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Justin was in love with him and wondered what the hell he was going to do now. Justin's touch as they dried each other off and dressed only confirmed it and Brian couldn't deny how much he enjoyed it and at having Justin this close. But his feelings were becoming more and more confused. If Justin wondered why Brian now seemed a little preoccupied, he didn't mention it. But the older man's sudden reluctance to communicate was because he was scared of what he might say. Brian was beginning to dare to ask himself if it were possible to actually care about Justin. Not just for the situation the kid found himself in, but really feel. Brian was finding it increasingly difficult to tell himself that he didn't, but these feelings were too alien to even consider. Though could he push Justin away, even if he wanted to? Where would the kid go and how would he survive? No, Brian was resigned to the fact that Justin would be around for a while at least, but the kid would have to realize that these shared living accommodations were fine, but only up to a point. But maybe if Brian continued to bring home the tricks as he'd always done, Justin would get the idea that Brian's heart was not available to anyone, including him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Determined to get to know how the kitchen worked and having watched Brian, Justin put the water on for coffee and some bread under the grill for toasting, but his first attempt at making breakfast wasn't particularly successful. “Incinerated bread ... good for the digestion I believe,” stated Brian as he picked up the black, rock hard slice and tapped it on the plate, just for emphasis. “I know ... I'm ... I'm sorry ... I've put some more on,” Justin apologized, but seeing his worried face, Brian couldn't help grinning. “No worries ... I'm not a big breakfast eater anyhow ...” and Brian patted his pockets and not finding what he wanted, he looked around the loft. “What are you looking for?” Justin asked him and Brian got up from the table to collect his cell from the counter. “I need to call Joyce ... my cleaning lady ... find out when she can come back to work ...” “You don't have to do that,” came back Justin and Brian frowned; the number was engaged. “What?” asked Brian as he dropped his cell on the table and looked at him and Justin shrugged. “Well ... I'm here all day ... I could clean ... I sometimes did that at the palace ... and I used to keep the princess' rooms tidy ...” “And when I get used to the kitchen ... I'm sure I could cook ...” “I don't want you to,” stated Brian flatly and Justin frowned. “Why not?” “Because I don't need a fucking wife, Justin,” Brian informed him. “I need a cleaning lady ... I'll call her from work,” and getting up from the table, Brian returned to the bedroom to collect his jacket. Justin bit his lip as he turned his attention back to the stove, just in time to stop the next batch of toast from being cremated. Brian's rejection was both surprising and upsetting. He was only trying to help and he thought the man would be pleased to have someone to look after him. And then the younger man closed his eyes; maybe that was the problem. That Brian wasn't used to anyone looking after him and didn't want him interfering. Brian watched Justin's shoulders drop as he turned away and now he had his back to him and was standing at the counter eating his toast and Brian sighed. “You'll be alright ... here on your own?” “Well ... I've nowhere to go ...” replied the younger man without looking at him from the counter and Justin stopped and dropped the slice of toast back on the plate, suddenly losing his appetite. With Justin still having his back to him, Brian took the opportunity to quickly pick up the art that Justin had completed that was lying on the table and he tucked it into his attaché case, which he now put on the floor, before reaching out for the phone handset and then slowly, Brian went up behind Justin and put his arms around the younger man's waist. “Let me show you how to use this ... then you can call me at work if you need me ...” and he held the handset out in front of him and rested his chin on Justin's shoulder. “Here ... you press this and then this number ... it'll go straight through to Cynthia ... she works for me ... you then ask for me ... I'll tell her she's to put you straight through ...” Justin nodded, Brian had explained what the telephone did and even though Justin found it totally unbelievable that people miles apart could talk to each other by this method, he accepted it was so. Just like it was impossible for anyone to exist in a bottle and he took the handset from Brian and then turned around to face him. “It's no good if I'm in the bottle,” stated Justin matter of factly and Brian momentarily closed his eyes. “No ... I know ...” Justin nodded and then smiled weakly up at him. “Thanks ...” and Brian leaned forward and hesitated for a moment before leaning down and kissing him. “Will you be late?” inquired the younger man after Brian pulled away. Brian shrugged as he picked up his attaché case. “Who knows?” and he was about to say he was a long way off clocking in and out, but decided against it. He'd probably bruised the kid enough this morning as it was. “If that rings,” stated Brian, as he pointed to the telephone handset. “Remember ... you don't try and answer it ... the machine will take messages ...” and nodding vaguely, Justin turned the rectangle piece of plastic around in his hands as Brian closed the door behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On his way back to the office from a meeting, Brian stopped off at the Sidney Bloom Gallery. He'd rung first thing from the office and asked him for an appointment as he wanted to ask a professional for his opinion of Justin's work; Brian was curious as to just how good it was, but it wasn't Sidney that greeted him and Brian was just able to contain his shock as Lindsay stepped out of the office to meet him. “I have an appointment with Sidney,” Brian informed her and Lindsay nodded. ”Sidney sends his apologies ... he was on his way back from the picture framers when his car broke down ... he should be back shortly ...” Brian sighed; he had to be back in the office for a meeting with Marty by 2:00 and it was 1:15 now. “Brian ... can I deal with it?” “Sidney said you have some drawings you wanted him to look over?” Brian hesitated and then thought, what the hell and he placed his attaché case on the table and brought out the folder. Damn, there was one piece he'd meant to take out first, but before he had a chance to extract it and return it to his case, Lindsay took the folder from him. Lindsay placed the folder on the table and carefully opened it and started to look through the drawings. “These are very good Brian ... whoever drew these has an incredible eye for detail ... oh ... I especially like this one ...” and grinning broadly, Lindsay held up the picture of Brian asleep, naked. Quickly, Brian reached out to take it from her and hoping no one else in the gallery saw it, but Lindsay moved it out of range. “The artist obviously knows you very well,” she giggled and then she waved away his annoyance. “I don't know why you're worried ... I mean ... it's not like I haven't seen it before ... but not only does the artist know you ... he's obviously in love with you ...” “Why the fuck do you say that?” asked Brian, now even more annoyed and Lindsay grinned again. “I think he's been very generous ...” “Don't forget ... it's been a long time since you've seen it,” reminded Brian and he eventually managed to take it back from her. Lindsay hadn't stopped grinning, but now her curiosity was aroused. “How come whoever drew this was able to stick around long enough ... I mean ... I always thought it was wham, bham and out the door ...” “It is ...” “Doesn't look like it to me ...” “Do you mind ... I didn't come here to discuss my love life ...” “Love life?” caught on Lindsay immediately. “Brian Kinney has a love life? I thought it was a string of anonymous conquests ... this is getting intriguing ... who is the artist ... I have to meet him ... any man who can tame Brian Kinney ...” “No one fucking tames me,” stated Brian furiously, but it did nothing to curtail Lindsay's amusement at Brian's expense. “Me thinks he doth protest too much,” she grinned at him. “Can we concentrate on the drawings ... I have to be back at the office ...” Lindsay sighed, she obviously wasn't going to get any further with this, but she wasn't going to forget it. “Okay ... okay ...” and setting her mind now on the task in hand, she studied the drawings in depth. “They are very good ... does the artist work in anything else ... oils ... acrylics?” Brian shook his head, but that was an idea. He knew Justin was getting frustrated at being cooped up in the loft, maybe if he could experiment with different techniques, it would take his mind off it. “Not at the moment ...” “Well ... I think he should try ... do you want me to ask Sidney if he'll include these in the next emerging artists exhibition?” “I'll let you know,” stated Brian, and retrieving the drawings he placed them all back in his case. “You haven't seen Gus in a little while,” Lindsay reminded him as Brian turned to leave and he stopped and turned back. “I know ... I've been kinda busy ...” “Too busy to spend a little time with your son?” Lindsay asked him and Brian rolled his lips into his mouth but didn't answer her. “What if I make sure Mel isn't there when you come around ... I know you two don't get along ...” “That's an understatement,” Brian now smiled at her. “But I don't know why ... you do have something in common ...” suggested Lindsay. “You ... you mean?” asked Brian and Lindsay frowned. “No ... not me ... Gus,” she answered him, but Lindsay knew exactly what Brian was referring to, that Mel was always jealous of their friendship and now even more so since Gus was born. After all, Brian and Lindsay had a child that would always bind them together and Mel knew she couldn't compete with that. “I'll call you ... fix a time,” Brian assured her and Lindsay smiled at him. “I'll tell Gus to expect you,” “Don't be ridiculous ... he's still a baby ...” “Don't be too sure ... they pick up more that you know ... like ... how much you love him ...” Lindsay stated quietly and Brian blinked before turning back for the door, leaving Lindsay smiling to herself. But the smiled turned into a groan as she realized she still didn't know the name of the artist and who the mystery man in Brian's life could be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every day that passed, Justin felt more and more like a caged animal. Grateful as he was to be out of the bottle, he was still a prisoner: incarcerated in the loft and he spent hours sitting in the chair he'd pulled over to the window, watching the world go by outside and he even started to draw what he saw. The world was rushing by without him and Justin felt even more that he was falling behind as he watched the cars and trucks down in the street below as they transported their various cargo around town, businessmen off to their next meeting, couples holding hands and people out walking their dogs. But Justin knew just how stupid it would be to even think about venturing outside on his own. Not only did he not know the town, he didn't even know where he was living and was bound to get lost. But maybe if he asked Brian, the man would take him outside, even just for a few minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “No,” “Why not?” pleaded Justin and Brian shook his head. “What if that damned thing decided you had to go back but you were too far away ... what would happen?” Justin shrugged. He had no idea how far he could venture from the bottle or how far the bottle would permit him to go. But he so wanted to try and Brian so didn't want him to even think about it. Brian walked over to the desk and picked up some paper and a pencil. “You've got your drawing ...” and he handed them to Justin. Justin sighed. “Back at the palace ... every day something was happening ... and when I wanted to draw ... I could always find something new ...” “The loft never changes ... what I can see outside from the window never really changes ... it's just in a different order every day ...” “I'm sorry Justin ... I just don't think it's wise to try going outside ...” “Then I'm still a prisoner ... aren't I?” Justin asked him and Brian rolled his lips into his mouth as he couldn't think of a single thing to say that countered that statement. Justin obviously needed a new challenge and Brian thought about his conversation with Lindsay. Maybe if Justin tried his hand at painting instead of the pencil drawings, it would take his mind off how restricted his movements were. But that would undoubtedly mean mess and Brian couldn't stand the thought of his loft being turned into some artist's studio and wondered whether there was something he could do about it. Maybe if there was somewhere really close by that Justin could use, they'd be able to work something out and not be too far away from the bottle. And as luck would have it, they didn't have to wait very long. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After everything he'd said in the morning about not knowing whether he'd be late or not, Brian had actually arrived home at a fairly respectable time; he really didn't like to leave Justin alone for too long, knowing how he was started to get so down about being practically under house arrest. And, after dinner, Justin was in the bathroom when there was a knock at the loft door and not for the first time did Brian curse the people who constantly left the door to the street open. But when he opened the door, he found Jennifer Taylor standing there. “I have some news of Mr. Buchanan,” stated Jennifer, as Brian closed the door behind her and Brian nodded; his heart leaping into his mouth as he wondered what the consequences, if any, would mean for Justin. “Thanks ... but you didn't have to come over here so late ... can I get you some coffee?” and Brian moved towards the kitchen. “Thank you,” Jennifer answered him and at Brian's indication, she took a seat at the table. “But I didn't come over just to see you ... I've been talking to the people in the apartment below yours ... Mr. Neilson has been offered a contract overseas and they want to lease out the place while they're away ...” Hesitating momentarily while his mind was starting to race, Brian placed the coffee on the table in front of her. That piece of news sounded very interesting, but just then, movement from the bedroom caught Jennifer's attention and having picked up her cup to take a sip, she stared at the young man descending the steps and then she dropped the cup on the floor; the china smashing into a dozen pieces and the coffee spreading out over the polished wooden boards. “Justin?” whispered Jennifer, her pallor now a deathly shade of white and then everything around her began to spin. To be continued. With so many thanks to Lois for all her help and to Lois and Judy for their continued friendship.