Chapter Three “Where the fuck is my fucking toothbrush?” Brian groaned, rolling over and burying his head underneath his pillow. It was too early for him to wake up. Not when he was up playing guard-dog until 3am. There was a knock on his door, and he groaned louder. “Go away,” he called, his voice sleepy and groggy. He heard the door open, and turned to look at it. “What part of go away don’t you under- oh, Justin. I thought you were Michael,” Brian sat up when he realized that it was Justin at the door. Justin offered a smile in his direction. “Sorry to wake you. I just wondered … have you seen my toothbrush?” Justin asked. Brian gave him a strange look before he laughed. He sat up further in the bed, the sheets piling at his waist revealing his bare chest. It had been a week since Brian and Michael moved in. When Justin made the request to have 24-7 bodyguards, he wasn’t planning on actually interacting with them. He thought that it would be like you saw in movies. That they would sit outside the house, watching for any trespassers. When he brought this up to Brian, he laughed, then explained that you wanted to make it look to outsiders that he and Michael were just friends staying with him. So that The Fan wouldn’t know that they were cops. Brian, Michael, and Justin talked a lot over that week. They were pretty friendly with each other. Which is why Justin didn’t really think twice about knocking on Brian’s door at 10am. “Your toothbrush?” Justin nodded, a smile on his face. “No … I can’t say that I’ve seen your toothbrush. Did you check in the bathroom?” Brian asked, rubbing his hands over his face. Justin laughed. “Yes, smartass, I checked in the bathroom. I used it last night, and now it’s gone,” he said, trying not to stare at Brian’s defined, muscular chest. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Sunshine,” Brian said, using the nickname he’d adapted for Justin. “Alright. I’ll let you go back to sleep then,” Justin said, pushing himself off of the wall. Brian shrugged. “I’m awake now. No point in going back to sleep,” he got out of the bed, and Justin gulped, trying not to stare at Brian’s very full package that was nestled inside his boxer-briefs. “Did you get another letter in the mail today?” Brian asked, smirking as he noticed that Justin was staring at his cock as he stretched. He didn’t normally wear anything while sleeping, but he figured that just incase something happened in the middle of the night, he’d at least have these on. He wouldn’t want to chase after a stalker naked. Justin tore his eyes away from Brian’s crotch and looked up at his smirking face. “I don’t know,” Justin shook his head. “I don’t usually get the mail until later,” he shrugged, walking out of Brian’s bedroom and into the living room. “What did Michael say?” Brian asked, following Justin. “He’s not here. He said he had a few errands to run in town, so he told me to tell you that he’d take good care of your jeep,” Justin smirked. “That little fucker,” Brian shook his head. “I’m going to go take a shower,” he said and headed into the bathroom. Justin watched him go, shaking his head once the bathroom door was shut. “Come on, Taylor. Get a hold of yourself. He’s your straight bodyguard. Nothing will ever happen,” Justin gave himself a little pep talk. But, still, he couldn’t help himself from picturing a naked Brian under the steady stream of water when he heard the shower start. “I’m so fucked,” he whispered. ------ Brian sighed, letting the water from the shower soothe his skin. He grabbed the bar of soap, lathering it up in his hands, and running his hands over his body, washing it. As his soapy hands grazed his semi-hard cock, visions of the blonde beauty of Justin Taylor entered his mind, causing his cock to harden the rest of the way. He moaned softly as he relieved himself of that little problem, the name ‘Justin’ falling from his lips as he came. ------ Justin was sitting on the couch, channel-surfing when Brian emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Justin glanced up from his spot and his mouth practically dropped open. Brian laughed at Justin’s expression. The laugh startled Justin out of his mesmerized state. He smiled at the older man. “You know, for a straight guy, you could get a lot of men with a body like that,” Justin stated, turning back to the television. Brian snickered, headed towards his room to put some clothes on. Once he reached his doorway, he turned around. “Who said I was straight?” he asked, then turned back around, going into his room and shutting the door. He smirked to himself, thinking ‘4… 3… 2…’ Justin sat on the couch for a second before getting up and going to the door. He was about to open it when it opened and there stood Brian with a smirk on his face looking sexy as hell. “So, Officer Kinney. You’re telling me that you like boys?” Justin asked with a smirk on his face. Brian’s own smirk widened. “No, I don’t like boys, Mr. Taylor. I like men,” he said as he grabbed Justin by the waist, leaning down to press his lips to his. Before their lips could meet, there was a large *boom* heard outside the cottage. Brian quickly let go of Justin, pushing him behind him, fully in ‘protective mode’. He walked slowly to the front door, looking out the window. His mouth dropped open. Somebody exploded the mailbox. Brian heard Justin gasp behind him when he saw what happened. “Brian … this is usually around the time when I go get the mail,” Justin said. Brian furrowed his brow. “Stay here. Don’t come outside,” he said. Opening the drawer by the door, he pulled out the gun that he kept there. He turned the safety off, looking outside. He didn’t see anyone, so he quickly made his way over to the mailbox. What he saw there made his stomach sick. Sitting next to the blown up mailbox was a toothbrush in a Ziploc bag. Written on the bag in permanent marker was this: “I just had to taste you.” End Chapter Three 07/07/05