A/N: Hey guys! Guess what? SLOW day at work today. So, what did I devote my time to, you ask? EA, that's what! =) Enjoy! Thanks to Amanda (qaffanfictionprojects) for the bunny, and Jess for beta-ing!
Chapter Five. Justin stood at his sink, rinsing some dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. He glanced at the phone when he heard it ringing and picked it up. "Hello?" he answered. "Hey, Jus. What are you up to tonight?" Justin smiled when he heard Daphne's voice. "Hey, Daph. I'm not sure what I'm doing tonight. Why?" "Well, I wanted to go out with you, me, and Eric." "I don't want to be the third wheel, Daph." "You won't be!" she insisted. Justin laughed. "Yes, I will be! But I'll hang out with you and Eric soon, I promise." "Uh-huh," she sounded skeptical. "I will. Besides, Brian's supposed to call me. I might be going over to his place tonight." "Jus … is that such a good idea?" "I'm gonna tell Brian everything tonight." "Justin! You can't! That's the whole point of being UNDERCOVER!" "I know, I know. But I have to tell him. He thinks I'm a high school kid! What happens if he finds out some other way? I want to be the one to tell him." "It's not gonna matter who tells him, Justin." "Yes it will. Listen, I've made up my mind, I'm telling him. I can't lie to him anymore." "Fine. You're so fucking stubborn." "I'll be fine, Daph. I know you worry about me, but I'll be okay." "Alright, alright. Just … be careful." "I will. Have fun with Eric." "Have fun with Brian." "Don't do anything I'm probably going to do," Justin smiled. "Shut up! Goodbye." "Bye, Daph," Justin hung up his phone. He sighed, turning off the kitchen light and heading into the living room. He put a DVD in, and cuddled up on the couch, pulling a blanket on top of him. He glanced at his cell phone that was on the table and sighed, turning his attention to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. ----- Brian stared down at the people at Babylon and sighed softly. He wouldn't admit that he was looking for a blond head. "There is nobody here worth my time tonight," he said, shaking his head. "Well then go home," Mikey said. "Go home early on a Friday night?" Brian asked. He remembered that Justin wanted to come over. He'd like to have another night with the blond. Not the fast, quick, in and out sex in the bathroom, but a full night. "Yeah, it wouldn't be the end of the world if you spent the night in your loft," Mikey said. Brian handed Michael his bottle of beer. "You know what? You're right," he said. Michael raised an eyebrow. "That was too easy," he said. Brian smiled. "I'm going home. But not necessarily to sleep," he smirked. Michael rolled his eyes. "See ya," he called to Brian's retreating back. Brian reached a hand up and waved as he left. Walking to his jeep, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Justin's number. ----- Justin had fallen asleep while watching the TV show. He was startled awake when his cell phone started vibrating across the table and playing the Mexican Hat Dance. Groaning, he reached over and picked it up. "Yeah?" he answered. "Didn't anybody ever teach you how to answer a phone, Sunshine?" he heard Brian's teasing voice. He sat up on the couch and smiled. "Nope," he said. Brian smiled. "So what are you up to tonight?" Brian asked. Justin glanced around his empty apartment. "Nothing, really. I was just sitting in my room, watching TV," he said. "Oh, well … do you still want to come over?" Brian asked. "Yeah. Well, if you want me to," Justin said. "Okay. Come on over. Do you remember how to get here?" "I remember that your building's on the corner of Tremont. What floor are you again?" Justin was already pulling his tennis shoes on and heading out to his car. "Sixth floor. Just hit the buzzer when you get here and I'll buzz you up," Brian said. "Okay … I should be there in a few minutes," Justin said. "Alright. Later," Brian hung up the phone. Justin got into his car and started it, driving towards Tremont. ----- Brian stood, staring out the window at his loft, waiting for Justin to get there. He tried not to think, because thinking was confusing him. He wasn't the kind of person to call someone and ask them to come over. He had never fucked anybody twice. And yet, here he was, completely crazy for a seventeen year old kid. He shook his head. "Stop thinking about it," he told himself. He rested his head against the cold window and closed his eyes, when he heard the buzzer. He glanced over at the door and walked to it, buzzing the person inside. Heading into the kitchen, he poured himself a shot of Beam and downed it. There was a knock on the heavy metal door, and he padded over to the door and pulled it open. Justin stood on the other side of Brian's door and waited. He smiled when the door opened and Brian was standing on the other side, wearing just a pair of faded blue button fly jeans. He noticed that the top two buttons were undone and unconsciously licked his lips. His eyes moved to Brian's face and he smiled. "Hey," he said. Brian smiled and moved aside, gesturing for Justin to come inside, so he did. "You want anything to drink?" Brian asked, moving back to the kitchen. "Sure, what do you have?" Justin asked, following him. "Um … nothing that a 17-year-old should be drinking," he smirked, "but I guess I can make an exception," Brian said, handing him a beer. Justin took it and opened it. "Listen, Brian … there's something I wanted to tell you," Justin said. As if on cue, his cell phone rang. "Fuck. Hold on," he said, and then looked at the ID screen. "I have to take this," he said, and opened his phone. " Taylor," he answered. Brian raised a brow. Why did he answer his cell phone like that? Maybe it was the 'cool' thing to do. "Taylor, it's McDonald. Listen, we have a new suspect to add to the list," said Matt, his chief. Justin glanced over at Brian to see him listening to Justin's end of the conversation. "Oh yeah? Who?" he asked, trying to keep his end of the conversation as simple as possible. "One of the teachers at the school, actually. Brian Kinney," Matt said. Justin's eyes widened and he glanced at Brian. No … it couldn't be! Brian couldn't be the murderer … it just wasn't possible! "Are you sure?" he asked. Brian noticed that Justin seemed to receive some disturbing news. "Yeah, someone identified him as being seen with the boy who died the night he died." "Shit. So, what do you suggest I do?" "See if you can get close to this guy. But, under NO circumstances reveal yourself to him as a cop. Got it?" "Yeah, I got it. Thanks for calling, Matt," Justin said. "No problem. Just, be careful, kid," he said. Justin smiled, rolling his eyes. 26 years old, and he was still considered the kid on the force. "Always," he said, and hung up. He glanced over at Brian, his ideas of telling Brian everything thrown out the window. "Is everything okay?" Brian asked. Justin nodded. "Yeah, that was my friend Daphne. From my old school," Justin said. He sighed, glancing around the loft. He wondered if Brian really did kill Jason. Maybe Brian fucked Jason on the same bed he fucked Justin on. He glanced back at Brian. "Are you okay? You look a little … I don't know, spaced," Brian said. Justin nodded, putting the smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm okay," he said, moving closer to Brian. He took the bottle of Beam out of Brian's hand and took a big swig out of it, putting it down on the counter. He wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and kissed him. Brian was surprised by Justin's sudden attitude change, but he smiled, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist and pulling him closer. He let his hands slide down to cup Justin's perfect ass. He walked backwards, and was eventually stopped when he bumped into the dining room table. Justin ran his hands up Brian's shirtless chest and stopped to play with his nipples. Brian moaned softly, pulling out of the kiss to kiss his way down Justin's neck. "I thought you had something you wanted to tell me," Brian reminded Justin of the conversation before Justin got his phone call. Justin pulled away and looked at him, pretending to think. "There was? Oh! Right. I was just going to tell you about how horny you make me," Justin said, leaning down to suck on Brian's nipples. He wasn't exactly lying. Brian did make him incredibly horny. Brian held his head there and licked his lips. "Mmm … well in that case, I'm glad to be of service," Brian smirked, reaching down and pulling at Justin's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He pulled Justin closer, pressing their lips together again, his hands working at Justin's pants buckle. He finally got Justin's pants down and his boxer briefs off. Justin was working on unbuttoning the rest of Brian's buttons on his jeans, and pushed his pants down. He smirked when he saw that Brian wasn't wearing underwear. "Going commando?" Justin asked. Brian grinned. "The only way to be," he said. He picked Justin up and turned around, putting him on the dining room table. Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist, pulling him closer and kissing him again. Brian pulled away from the kiss and held up his finger. "What?" Justin asked, breathless. "Condoms. I'll be right back," Brian said, giving him another kiss before he went up to his bedroom. Justin fell back on the table, trying to catch his breath. He smiled when Brian came back. "Took you long enough," he teased. Brian smirked. "Patience," he opened up the lube and squirted some onto his fingers, warming it up in his hand. He coated his finger with it and then ran his finger between Justin's ass cheeks, pushing into him. Justin arched his back and moaned loudly. "Fuck … Brian," he moaned, pushing back on Brian's finger. Brian smirked, stretching him open with his finger and then adding a second. Justin licked his lips, moaning louder when Brian started scissoring his fingers. "You like that, Sunshine?" Brian asked, amazed at how gorgeous Justin looked, laying naked on his dining room table. He'd never be able to look at that table again without seeing this picture in his head. Justin nodded. "Mmm … yes. Fuck me, Brian … just fuck me!" he ordered. Brian pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pants that were still there. He grabbed a condom and opened it, sliding it onto his hard cock. He opened the lube again and squeezed some onto his cock, lubing it up. He positioned his cock at Justin's hole. "You ready?" he asked. He couldn't help but smile at the urgency he saw on Justin's face. "Yes! Do it … fuck me now!" Justin ordered. Brian smiled, pushing inside. Justin's head fell back onto the table as Brian grabbed his legs and put them on his shoulders. Justin crossed his ankles around Brian's neck. "God, so tight," Brian said as he started thrusting. Justin moaned, pushing back as best as he could on Brian's cock. His hands went to pull at his own hair as the sensations overwhelmed him. Brian held onto one of Justin's legs with one hand, his other hand bracing himself on the table. He was glad that he invested in a good sturdy table. He angled his thrusts differently, and brushed up against Justin's prostate and moaned softly. Justin's back arched again and he curled his toes when he felt Brian's cock jab his prostate. He reached down with one hand and started jerking himself off. "Shit, Brian … harder!" he commanded. Brian obliged, thrusting faster and harder. He licked his lips, watching Justin jerk himself off. "That's it, Justin … make yourself cum," he urged. Justin's hand moved faster, and Brian thrust faster as well. Justin moaned loudly, his ass muscles clenching and releasing as he shot his load onto his and Brian's chests. The muscles spasming around his cock caused him cum, and he filled the condom. Justin's legs fell from Brian's shoulders and he lay there, panting. Brian pulled out of him and pulled the condom off and tied it off, throwing it into the garbage can in the kitchen. He held his hand out and helped Justin off the table. "That was fucking amazing," Justin said, his legs shaky from the intense orgasm. Brian smiled, leading Justin into the bedroom. "You haven't seen anything yet," he said, pushing Justin down onto his bed. ----- Three hours later, Justin lay, spent, on Brian's bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd been fucked, blown, and fucked again. Multiple times. Brian lay next to him, smoking a cigarette. He took a long drag on the cigarette, and then held the smoke in his lungs, blowing it out towards the ceiling. He held the cigarette over to Justin and Justin took it, taking a drag himself. "So have you ever fucked around with a student before?" Justin asked as he handed the cigarette back to Brian. He was digging for information, trying to prove to himself that Brian couldn't have murdered Jason. Brian was quiet for a minute, so Justin turned to look at him and saw that Brian was staring at him. "What?" he asked. "Why?" Brian asked. Justin just shrugged, looking back at the ceiling. "Just wondering. Making conversation," he said. Brian looked back at the ceiling, too. "Never," he said. Justin turned to look at him again. "Really? Never?" "Never. I never did. I always thought it was poor taste to fuck around with students," Brian said quietly. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. With you, I don't know … it's different. I knew you before I knew you were my student." "Yeah … I know," Justin glanced over at him and took the cigarette, finishing it off and putting it out in the ashtray next to the bed. "But other than you, no. Nobody," Brian said. Justin nodded. They were both silent for a few minutes. Justin finally broke the silence, standing up. "I guess I should head home," he said, moving out to the dining room to find his clothes. Brian got up too, and walked to the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "You mom's not gonna wonder why you're getting home at," he looked at a clock in the loft, "2:00am?" he asked. Justin glanced up at him and sighed. "I didn't think of that. I told her I was going to my friend Daphne's … I'll just go there," he said. He pulled on his shirt and looked around for his shoes. Brian pushed off the doorframe and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Justin from behind. "You can stay here," Brian said. Justin turned around in his arms. "Are you sure? I don't want to, like … I don't know what I'm saying," Justin smiled a little. Brian nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. You can stay," he said, pulling Justin back to the bedroom. Justin dropped his shoes on the way. Brian got back into the bed and Justin slowly undressed again, and then climbed in beside him. He lay with his back to Brian and smiled when he felt Brian's arm go around him. Brian couldn't be a murderer. But then again, maybe that's what Jason thought. Justin sighed; he knew that sleeping in Brian's bed with him was a bad idea. But, he couldn't bring himself to leave Brian's warm embrace. And that's when he knew that he was in trouble. End Chapter Five 11-14-05