A/N: Uhm.. the only thing I can say is Enjoy and uhm don't kill me after you read this ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Justin’s fingers trembled as he tried to open the door. Brian rained kisses on his neck, his arms draped around Justin’s waist, his hands stroking Justin’s cock through the fabric. “God Brian, stop it or I’m never getting this fucking door op-aah!” Brian had bitten him but was now licking the bite mark he had left in the place where Justin’s shoulder met his neck. Justin finally managed to put the key in the lock and the two men stumbled into the little apartment that Justin shared with his best friend Daphne. “We have to be quiet or Daphne will kill me.” Brian pulled Justin close again, nodded and then kissed him on his full, red lips. Justin led him into the living room and they collapsed on the couch. Brian pulled Justin’s shirt up and flicked his tongue over his right nipple, making Justin arch his back into Brian’s touch. This felt so good. Brian stripped Justin and then he also took off his own clothes. He looked at the blond, lying on the couch. Fuck, what was he doing? He had never fucked anyone who wasn't his type and Justin definitely was not. But then his eyes locked with Justin's blue eyes and all was forgotten. He saw the lust there and couldn't hold himself back. He got down between Justin’s legs and pushed them apart. He looked at Justin’s dick and then he began to work his magic on the boy. His tongue flicked over the impressive head and his hand stroked the long, thick shaft. “God, Brian!” Justin tried to silence his moans by putting his hand over his mouth. Brian let go of Justin’s cock and Justin whimpered a little when the cold air brushed over his leaking dick. Brian searched for a condom and lube in his pants. He needed this boy, now! Quickly preparing Justin he sheathed his dick and thrust into the tight hole making Justin cry out as he felt the pain. “Fuck!” Brian wanted to pull out, he didn't like the thought of hurting the blond under him but Justin’s legs wouldn't let him, he was pulled closer, his dick being buried deeper into Justin. “I… it’s just been a while… actually I’m a top.” Justin blushed and Brian smirked. “Is that so? How long has it been?” “I…uh… I, I've never bottomed before.” Justin turned his face away, not wanting to look at Brian. Yes, he had fucked before but actually hadn't dared to bottom. The first time he had fucked was with a friend from school. It had been the first time for both of them, but then Colin had moved away before he had the opportunity to fuck Justin. After that, Justin had had no desire to bottom. Brian saw Justin turning his face away but he grabbed Justin’s face and kissed him. He understood. “I’ll go slow.” Brian promised and waited a few more moments before he slowly began to pull out, then thrust in again. Justin relaxed and soon the pain turned into pleasure, when with each thrust Brian grazed his prostate. This felt much better than he had ever thought it would. With his hand he pulled Brian closer, pressing their lips together hungrily, allowing their tongues to duel. ************************************************************************** The next morning, Brian was woken up by the smell of freshly made coffee and a body draped over him. Brian opened his eyes and saw that Justin was still asleep. God, what had he done? He had fucked Craig Taylor’s son! Craig Taylor's FAT son! Brian wriggled out from under Justin and stood up. Reaching for his clothes, he dressed quickly and left the apartment. When the door fell closed, Justin woke up. God, he had had such an amazing dream. Brian Kinney had had fucked him and… and… Justin sat up abruptly. No, it hadn't been a dream, he realised when he felt the soreness in his bottom, but where the fuck was Brian now? *************************************************************************** Half an hour later Justin entered Kinnetic and before going to the art department, he stopped at Brian’s office and knocked hesitantly. Brian had probably had a meeting and had needed to be at the office earlier. A smile spread over Justin’s face. Yes, that had to be the reason. “Yeah? Come in.” came the response from inside the office and Justin opened the door and stepped in. Brian was sitting in his chair, his back turned to the door, and he was talking with a client over the phone. “Alright. I’ll see you at the meeting then.” Brian ended the phone call and turned around to face the visitor. He kept his face a mask of indifference when he saw it was Justin. “Is there a problem Mr. Taylor?” He said in a cold voice. Justin’s eyes widened. What the fuck was wrong with Brian? Why was he acting so cold? “I… What is wrong with you? Why the fuck did you just leave this morning without saying anything?” “Mr. Taylor, it was a one time thing and sorry to tell you this but I’m not into fat, so, if it isn't something work related, I suggest you leave my office now and get to work.” Brian said, trying to hide his growing insecurity. He was scared. This boy made his heart pound faster than ever. He really wanted to pin Justin up against the wall and fuck him senseless but Justin was Craig’s son, he was under Brian's care. Furthermore, he certainly was not Brian’s type. How would he explain that to the gang, hell, to the whole of Liberty Avenue? After all, he did have a reputation to uphold. Justin was shocked. “But you… we…we fucked.” “There is no we. It just happened, we were drunk and we can’t change it. It was a stupid mistake, it didn't mean anything. I hope this doesn't make a difference in the way how you do your job.” “But neither of us was drun-“ Brian glared at him. “Mr. Taylor, if you don’t leave my office now, I will be forced to fire you and call security to escort you out of the building." Justin didn't know what to say. Who the fuck did this Brian Kinney think he was? “Well then, Mr. Kinney, I quit! Don't worry, you’ll never have to see my fat ass again!” A furious Justin stormed out of the office and left Kinnetic. Brian sank deeper in his chair. Why had he said those things? God, he was such a fool. Why had he done that to Justin and why did he, Brian Kinney, the one who didn't believe in love, feel so empty right now, after telling the one man who had actually awakened any feelings in him, that he had regretted their night together just because he was fat? God, he truly was such an asshole. *************************************************************************** “Mom, Dad? I quit at Kinnetic but I’m going to look for another job. Don’t worry about me. I love you and I’m sorry that I have been such a brat.” Justin hung up the phone. The one day that he had worked had shown him that it wasn't so bad to work towards something. It had made him realise just what a spoilt brat he had been. Just being given anything he wanted had made him so shallow. He knew his parents would soon get the message he had left so he had to move fast. He had to get away, and soon... away from them, but most of all away from fucking Brian Kinney. TBC