Chapter Twelve

Justin opened the door to his house and went inside, followed by Brian. He plopped down on the couch. Brian sat down next to him. 

"It was Michael. The whole time," Justin said idly. Brian nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't believe it when I figured it out."

"How did you figure it out? You never told me."

"I was getting his gun … while I was on the phone with you … planning on going back to your cottage. I found a small shrine in his closet." 

"A shrine?"

"Yeah, tons of pictures of you from magazines, newspapers, things like that. There was also a photoshopped picture of you and him … together." 

"What? And … all the years the two of you have been such great friends, you never knew about this little shrine?" 

"I never inspected Mikey's bedroom and closet, Justin … I rarely went to his house! He always came to my loft. Anyway, that's when I knew that it was Michael." 

"And you hung up on me! Asshole, why didn't you fucking tell me?"

"I didn't want you to freak out!" Brian insisted. Justin rolled his eyes, a smile crossing his face, because he knew that he most likely would freak out. 

"Whatever," he said with a small laugh. Brian smiled, shaking his head. He grabbed Justin's face with his hands. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking into Justin's bright blue eyes. Justin nodded, smiling a bit. 

"Yeah, I'm okay. Or … I will be," he said with a nod. Brian wrapped an arm around Justin's shoulders, pulling him closer. Justin rested his head on Brian's shoulder. 

"I'm sure you will be," Brian reached his free hand up and tipped Justin's head up. "You'll be fine," he said. Justin smiled, leaning up and pressing his lips to Brian's. Brian smiled, pulling him closer and kissing him back. Justin pulled away after a few moments, and climbed onto Brian's' lap, straddling him. Brian glanced up at him. 

"Hi," Justin grinned. Brian laughed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, reaching his arms around, holding onto Justin's waist. Justin kept on grinning. 

"I'm seducing you." Brian laughed.

"You're seducing me, eh?" Justin nodded. "Okay, seduce away," Brian agreed, reaching one hand up and pulling Justin's head down, pressing their lips together again. Justin wrapped his arms around Brian's neck, pushing his body against Brian's chest. Brian stood up off the couch, picking Justin up with him. Justin wrapped his legs tightly around Brian's waist, and Brian's hands held onto his ass. He carried Justin into his room, kicking the door shut behind them and throwing Justin onto the bed. 

"So we're playing rough tonight, huh?" Justin smirked. Brian grinned, unbuttoning and unzipping Justin's pants. Justin lifted his hips, helping Brian take his pants off. Brian smirked. 

"No underwear, Sunshine?"

"What can I say … you must be rubbing off on me," Justin smirked. 

"That's not all the rubbing I'm gonna be doing," Brian said, laughing. He reached down and grasped Justin's cock, stroking it. Justin moaned softly, closing his eyes and licking his lips. Brian quickly removed his hand. 

"Hey … why'd you stop?" Justin protested. Brian just grinned, grabbing Justin's hips and flipping him over. He cupped Justin's ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart. Hearing Justin's sudden intake of breath, he grinned, leaning forward and blowing air on Justin's hole, watching it quiver. Grinning still, he leaned in, licking it. 

Justin moaned when he felt Brian's tongue at his hole. He reached out and grabbed the sheets in his fists, pushing his ass back to Brian's face. Brian lapped at Justin's hole for a few moments, then stiffened his tongue, sliding it into Justin's ass. 

"Oh, fuck," Justin moaned loudly, tightening his grip on the sheets, shoving his ass into Brian's face. Brian grinned as best as he could with his tongue up Justin's ass, slowly starting to tongue-fuck him. His hands kneaded the cheeks of Justin's ass as he pulled his tongue out and kissed the pucker, then moved up Justin's body, kissing all the way up his back. Justin turned his head and met Brian, kissing him and turning the rest of his body so he was laying on his back. Brian kissed him back, his hands tangling in Justin's long soft hair. 

"I think you're majorly overdressed for this occasion," Justin said once he pulled away. Brian glanced down and saw that he was still fully clothed. He laughed. 

"I guess so," he said, sitting up and pulling his shirt off. Justin reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped Brian's pants, pushing them down. He gave a small smirk of his own. 

"No underwear. Do you ever wear underwear?" Justin asked, raising a brow. Brian laughed, pushing his pants the rest of the way off and kicking them onto the floor. 

"Sometimes. Rarely, but sometimes," he grinned, covering Justin's body with his again. Justin wrapped a leg around Brian's, pulling his head down and kissing him again. He smiled when he felt Brian's moan in his mouth, and reached down grasping Brian's cock, stroking it softly. Brian pulled away and gasped, then moaned, moving his hips. Justin saw Brian's hand reach into the side-table drawer and pull out a condom and lube. Brian leaned down, kissing Justin briefly before opening the lube and squirting some onto his fingers, warming it up in his hands. He reached around and slid a finger into Justin's hole, opening him up. 

Justin moaned softly, arching his back off the bed, pushing back onto Brian's finger. Brian smirked, moving his finger in and out, then adding a second, scissoring them, stretching Justin open. 

"Oh, fucking hell ..." Justin moaned. He reached up and grabbed Brian's face, forcing him to look at him. "Fuck me," Justin ordered, his voice low and husky. Brian groaned, removing his fingers. He tore open the condom with his teeth and put it on, applying some lube to it. He looked down at Justin, pressing the head of his hard cock against Justin's hole. 

"Are you ready?" Brian asked. Justin grinned, wrapping his legs around Brian's waist and tightening them, pushing him inside. They both moaned, staying still for a few moments to get their heads together, then Brian started thrusting slowly. 

Brian reached up, tangling one hand in Justin's hair. Justin's arms wrapped around Brian's body, raking his nails down Brian's back. Brian moaned again, leaning his head down and licking and sucking at Justin's neck. Rolling his head to the side, Justin gave Brian better access to his neck. Justin's hands moved down and groped Brian's ass, pushing him in further. 

Brian started thrusting harder and faster, listening to Justin's moans and pants and groans. He angled his hips differently, and felt the head of his cock nudge Justin's prostate. He grinned, using that angle from then on. Justin whimpered when he felt Brian touching his prostate. He pulled Brian's head back to his, and kissed him hard, sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth. 

Brian reached between their bodies and grabbed ahold of Justin's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He felt more than heard Justin's moans, and grinned. Justin pulled away from Brian, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. His hands went up and pulled at his own hair as he bit his lip. Brian tugged at his cock a few more times, and he went over the edge, cumming all over their chests and stomachs. Brian, feeling Justin's ass muscles clenching his cock, came seconds after Justin did. Totally spent, he collapsed on top of Justin. Justin wrapped his arms around Brian, trying to catch his breath. 

"Holy fucking shit," Justin breathed. He heard Brian's muffled snickers.

"I agree," Brian said, sitting up some and pulling out, tying off the condom and throwing it into the wastebasket. Brian grabbed his shirt and used it to wipe off their chests. He laid down next to Justin and pulled the blankets up over them. Justin rolled over, resting his head on Brian's chest. Brian wrapped his arm around him. 

"That totally wore me out," Justin said. Brian laughed.

"Me too," he said. Within minutes, the both of them were asleep.

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Justin awoke the next morning to an empty bed. He sat up and looked around. 

"Brian?" he called, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of pajama pants. He went out into the living room, and didn't see Brian there. Knotting his eyebrows together, he called out again. "Brian?" 

"In here, Sunshine," Justin heard Brian call from the kitchen. He smiled, yawning and heading towards the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe, smiling more when he saw Brian sitting at the table, reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee. 

"Hey," Justin said, pushing off the doorframe and going into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Brian looked up from his book and smiled. 

"Morning."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Justin sat down at the table across from Brian. Brian shrugged. 

"You looked so peaceful sleeping there, I couldn't wake you up," he said with a smile. Justin smirked, looking down at his coffee. Brian cleared his throat. "So, I got a phone call from Beckett this morning," he said. Justin looked back up at him. 

"Oh? What did he have to say?"

"He wants me to take my job back," Brian closed his book and put his elbow on the table, resting his head in his hand. Justin nodded. 

"Back in Pittsburgh?" Justin asked. Brian nodded.

"Yeah. He wants me promoted," he said. Justin nodded again. "So, that means that I'll be working more. I'll be in Pittsburgh all the time," he said, looking down at the table. 

"Okay ... so ... you're going back home to Pittsburgh," Justin said. Brian looked up and nodded. 

"I ... uh ... yeah," he said, looking back down at the table. "Look ... I like you. A lot. And that's strange for me. I've never fucked the same guy twice. And here I am, all torn up about having to leave you here when I go back to Pittsburgh." 

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing I put this cottage up for sale and bought a small apartment in Pittsburgh, huh?" he said, standing up and grabbing some bread, putting it in the toaster. Brian looked up at him. 

"You what?" he asked, standing up and going to stand by Justin. Justin shrugged. 

"I wasn't sure what we had, what we were ... I had no clue. And I knew you'd be going back to Pittsburgh eventually. And since all that shit was going down here, the stalker ... er, Michael knew where I was and I was ready to run away again. That's when I made the decision to sell this place," he said. 

"But ... this is your home," Brian said. Justin shrugged.

"This place has so many bad memories, Brian. Daphne ... I just couldn't stand to live here everyday knowing what happened. So ... I went on the internet, and I got an apartment in Pittsburgh. It's some loft thing, in this huge building on Tremont in Pittsburgh," Justin said. Brian laughed. "What?" Justin asked, confused as to why Brian was laughing. 

"You're renting a loft out of that old building on Tremont?" Brian asked. Justin nodded. 

"Yeah ... I'm not sure what it was, but something drew me to that place," Justin shrugged. Brian rolled his lips into his mouth to hide a smile. 

"I think I know what it was. Did you use a fake name?" Brian asked. Justin nodded. 

"Yeah, when I got the apartment, I didn't want to give the stalker a chance to find me again. So I used a fake name. How did you know that?" Justin asked. 

"Because I'm the owner of that building on Tremont. I live on the top floor," Brian said. Justin sat there for a second before he realized what Brian was saying, and he started laughing. 

"You own that building on Tremont ... so I'm paying YOU rent!" Justin laughed, leaning against the counter and shaking his head. Brian smirked. 

"Well ... I'm sure that since we'll be in such close quarters, we can come up with a different form of payment," he said. Justin raised a brow. 

"Mr. Kinney, are you saying that if I'm your little sex slave, I won't have to pay for my loft?" he asked. Brian laughed, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist and pulling him closer. 

"Something like that," he said, leaning down and giving Justin a kiss.

The End.
9-19-05