Smevalicious banner My dirty little secret Who has to know “Brian! Justin’s here!” Brian’s mom yelled up the grand marble staircase. “Coooming!” Came his reply Yea but not in the way I want to thought Brian “Well just make yourself comfortable,” Mrs. Kinney swept her arm around to a warm inviting living room off the right. Justin turned to go sit down when she noticed Justin’s face. “Oh my God! Justin baby what happened!?” Mrs. Kinney asked with the first caring motherly tone Justin had heard in far too long of a time. “Uhh Ohm It’s nothing, I just crashed my bike, I’m really clumsy” Justin offered with a meek smile, you would think that after all this time he would be able to make up a good excuse. But it wasn’t all that often that anyone cared enough to ask. “Well alright, you stay careful, Brian will be down in a minute and I’ll just be in the kitchen” It was obvious in her voice that she didn’t believe Justin, but she had just met the boy and didn’t want to pry. I’ll just have to keep a close eye on him, maybe ask Brian. Justin let out a sigh of relief at Mrs. Kinney’s retreating form. He sat down in one of the many comfortable-looking leather chairs that decorated the living room. Justin closed his eyes and willed himself to not jump up and bolt through the door. Just then, Brian, dressed in a tight white undershirt and form fitting jeans, bounded down the stairs. “Hey Jus, what’s up?” Brian asked, startling a quiet Justin. “What? Hey, oh not much” Justin looked up at the Nubian god before him and tried not to stare at the defined arm pointing to the staircase. Brian’s POV Jesus fucking Christ it looks like he was hit by a Mack truck. I need to find out what the hell is the matter with that kid. Over the time I’ve known him he has had some assorted bruises on his arms that he tries to cover with sweatshirts but never this bad and usually not on his face. He never wants to talk about his family and when I asked about working on the project at his house he flipped out. Just watching him get up so stiffly from the chair makes me want hunt and kill the person who was responsible for this. God If the guys knew about this they’d kill me. Yea I’m a little more than acquainted with a lot of the privileged guys in backroom of Babylon if you get my drift, but I could never tell them. Hell, my best friend Chris was just bragging to me on the phone about how he beat up this “fucking pansy ass faggot”. Although even with my dick-span I have never had a “boyfriend.” I’ve never even fucked a guy twice. I’m not hideously opposed by relationships but I’ve never met a guy, a gay one at least, who I could talk to openly and could make me laugh. But when I met Justin we clicked. Of course my friends asked me why I was hanging out with that faggot and I had to tell them it was only because of the project. I shake myself out of those morbid thoughts as I reach the top of the stairs and smile down at him, struggling a little bit with what looks like a few broken ribs. Justin’s POV God Brian has the most amazing ass I had probably ever seen. Taking the stairs two at a time he waits for me at the top with a smile. Damn Craig, last night I made the horrible mistake of not getting the mail by the time he was home, and of course he made me pay for it tenfold. I finish hobbling up the stairs with a pained grin. He leads the way down the hall to the last room on the left. Throughout the whole time we spent working on the project the room crackled with electricity. I like to think of it as sexual tension but I know he wouldn’t be interested in a guy like me, hell I bet he’s not even gay! Come on Taylor, get a fucking grip. I was sitting at his desk, putting some final touches on the PowerPoint and he was lying back on his bed, tossing a hacky sack up and down while making comments on the presentation. I grabbed his dictionary and started to look up abnormalities, Daphne swore I spelt like a dyslexic monkey, when he stopped talking and said my name. “Justin … Justin” I turn around slowly in his desk chair, wondering what had him calling my name in such a soft raspy tone. A few stray brown hairs had fallen into his smoldering eyes. “Come here Justin” What? Cccome here? Me? Uhhhh shit I scoot forward with trepidation. What is he doing!? He tilts his head forward with an inviting smirk, fuck I’m head over heels for this guy, make that heels over head. His hot breath washes over my face. “Uhh What Brian?” I stammer out. He only smiles slightly and dips his head forward and captures my lips. Brian’s POV God what the fuck am I doing? This was such a good idea when he was over there at my desk. His tight bubble butt occupying MY chair. When I beckoned him closer I could see he was trembling from nervousness and desire, I couldn’t NOT take advantage of that. Even with his black eye and various bruises he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. And now as I run my tongue over his lips and he opens them, welcoming my tongue in, brushing it with his own, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but it feels right. I continue to explore his warm mouth, running my hands through his baby soft blond hair until I hear the creak of my door opening and I pull back so fast Justin moans from the loss. I look up to my mothers shocked face.