Chapter Four

A few weeks had gone by since the mailbox explosion, and things had somewhat returned to normal (or, as normal as they could get) in Justin's cottage. Justin was freaked out by the thought of his stalker getting into his house to get the toothbrush, but he was trying to cope with it. He was glad to have Michael and Brian there. 

Brian was concerned by the fact that somehow, and he had no idea how, The Fan had managed to get into the house, take the toothbrush, and get out of the house … without anyone's knowledge. So, he changed how things ran. He and Michael would take 12 hour shifts. This way, there would be someone awake at all hours of the day. So something like this would not happen again. 

Brian was on his shift, and Michael was catching some z's, since his shift would start at midnight. He sat in the living room, reading a book. Glancing over at the digital clock on the cable box, he saw that it was 9:52pm. Standing up, he moved to the window, pulling back the curtains and glancing outside. 

"There's no one out there, believe me, I've been looking," said a voice behind him, startling him. He jumped, turning around to see Justin standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. His breath caught in his throat when he saw that Justin was just wearing a tight pair of swim trunks, not leaving much to the imagination. Shaking his head he closed his book. 

"You scared the shit out of me," Brian said, his eyes traveling over Justin's bare chest. Eyes landing on Justin's face, he saw him smile. 

"Sorry. I just wanted to know if you wanted to escort me out to the swimming pool," he said, with a roll of his eyes. He smiled, remembering the fit Brian had a few days ago when he couldn't find Justin anywhere in the house. He had gone outside for a swim, and Brian freaked out when he couldn't find him, and made a new rule, saying that Justin wasn't to leave the house without either him or Michael with him. Brian spoke, bringing Justin back to the current time. 

"Yeah, I guess I could go for a swim," he shrugged, setting his book down on the coffee table. "Just let me grab my suit. STAY here," Brian pointed to the couch, and Justin snickered, sitting down on it. He reached down, grabbing the book Brian sat down. He looked at the spine of the book and his grin grew wider. Brian was reading Harry Potter. He set the book back down and crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for the brunette to join him. 

Brian opened his top drawer, pulling out the swim trunks he had recently purchased. He didn't think to pack swim trunks, so he had to go out and buy some. While he undressed, he thought of Justin, and remembered when he had almost kissed the blonde. It was right before the mailbox incident. He was almost thankful that the mailbox blew up, because it brought him back to his senses. He couldn't think around the other man. The scent of Justin clogged his brain, and he acted stupidly. He shook his head, grabbing a towel and heading back into the living room. 

Outside, they both draped their towels over lawn chairs. Justin was the first to jump into the water. He came up to the surface and shook the water out of his hair. 

"Aren't you coming in? The water's great," he said, motioning for Brian to get into the water as well. Brian just smirked and shook his head. 

"No, it looks really fucking cold," he said. Justin rolled his eyes, swimming over to the edge and pulling himself out of the water. Brian had to avert his eyes from Justin's wet and dripping chest. 

"Come on, don't be such a fucking baby," Justin said, grabbing Brian's wrist and pulling.

"Don't you dare-" Brian started, but it was too late. Justin had already pushed him into the pool, and jumped in after him. Brian came to the surface and pushed the hair out of his face. 

"What was that?" Justin asked, smirk in place.

"You little pain in the ass, come back here," he called as Justin started swimming away from him. He grabbed onto Justin's ankle and pulled him back a little too hard. Justin's body slid through the water and bumped into Brian's, and they both stood there in the water, chest to chest.

Brian could have sworn that there were electric sparks between their bodies. He couldn't help himself, he leaned down and pressed his lips roughly onto Justin's. Justin reacted immediately, reaching his arms up and wrapping them around Brian's neck, as Brian grabbed at Justin's hips, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together more. 

Justin moaned softly into Brian's mouth, one of his hands moving away from his neck to travel down his chest. Brian started walking backwards in the water, and Justin followed, their mouths never disconnecting. Brian's tongue darted out to slide along Justin's lips, and Justin opened his mouth, letting him inside. 

Brian gasped, pulling away from the kiss when he felt Justin's hand grasp his semi-hard cock. He wasn't sure when the blonde had managed to untie his trunks, and get his hand down inside his there, all he knew was that his hand felt fucking amazing. He was grateful when his back hit the side of the pool, and he couldn't walk any further. He leaned against the wall, biting his lip as Justin leaned in and started sucking on his neck. 

Justin wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but the next thing he knew, his hand was down Brian's trunks, and he was stroking his hard cock. He slid his thumb over the slit, and grinned against Brian's neck when he heard Brian's moans. Since the trunks were untied, and with all the motion going on down there, the trunks slowly fell down Brian's legs. Justin moved his hand faster, up and down the length of Brian's cock, which definitely wasn't lacking in any way/shape/form. He knew he'd have great wet dreams of that cock up his ass. 

Brian was mumbling incoherently as Justin's hand moved faster and faster. He moaned loudly when he felt him thumbing his slit. He felt his balls tighten and knew it was only a matter of time. Justin sucked harder on his neck, and his other hand went down to squeeze Brian's balls. He heard Brian's loud, low groan, and felt sudden spurts of warm liquid, and he grinned. He moved back from Brian's neck to his lips, kissing him more. 

After having what he was sure was the best orgasm of his life, Brian returned the kisses, determined to return the favor to the gorgeous blonde. Thinking to himself, he admitted that if a handjob from Justin could cause him to feel like that, what would fucking him be like? A red flag went off in his brain, and he pushed Justin away gently. 

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Justin asked, trying to catch his breath. Brian shook his head, maneuvering his trunks back up to his waist, tying them. 

"No, it's just that I'm your bodyguard. This is such a bad idea," he said, his hands on his waist. Justin shrugged. 

"Who cares? This," he said, using his finger to motion between their bodies, "is rare. This connection. I know you felt those sparks before, don't lie," he said. Brian sighed, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. 

"Yeah, I felt something, but I also know that nothing else can happen. Justin, think about it. What happens when your little stalker finds out about me? He could go to way more drastic measures, and I don't want to see anything bad happen again," he rationalized. Justin shook his head. 

"Fine. Whatever," he said, pulling himself out of the water and grabbing his towel. He dried off quickly, then walked back into the house. Brian sighed, pulling himself out of the water as well. He shook his head as he picked up his towel, drying himself off as well. Turning off the outside light, he entered the house. 

Neither of them saw the person watching them from behind the bushes.

When Brian went inside, he saw Michael sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating something.

"Hey, Mikey. Get a good sleep?" he asked, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Michael nodded, swallowing his food.

"Yeah, it was good. What's wrong with Justin? He just stormed through here and totally ignored me when i said hello," he said, taking another bite of his food. Brian shrugged.

"I'm not sure," he said, pushing himself off the counter. He clapped Micheal on the back. "Would you mind starting your shift a little early tonight, since you're up? I'm beat," he asked.

"No, not at all. Get some sleep, you look exhausted," Michael said, putting his dishes in the sink and starting the water. Brian nodded.

"Thanks, Mikey. See you in the morning," he waved, walking towards the door.

"Night," Michael called behind him.

End Chapter Four
07/25/05