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Chapter 17-------------------
It’s funny how the most nerve-racking situations can turn out to be the hottest ones at the same time. It’s probably the result of the intense excitement that panic causes. I think being helpless and vulnerable makes you want to feel that you’re not alone. And it’s obvious that the best way to feel that you’re not alone is when the person you love is the one whom you’ve gotten into a weird situation with.
Yesterday afternoon was something we’ll hardly forget. Now that everything is okay, I’m just laughing at the whole thing, but I was definitely not laughing at it the day before. I wasn’t scared, because I knew someone would help us sooner or later; I even enjoyed the situation a bit but Brian wasn’t very amused by it. I guess there’s no one who knows better than I do what a drama queen he can be sometimes when things aren’t going the way he wants; when he realizes that he can’t control everything. Well, there’s only one thing you can do when he’s like that.
He said it was all my fault, and I guess he’s right. But I really didn’t want to cause any trouble; I just wanted to paint in a way I’d never painted before. Okay, so here’s what happened…
Yesterday afternoon I felt an irrepressible urge to paint a picture that had been on my mind for days. I’d never been into landscapes before, and it surprised me, but I found myself painting the landscape of Pittsburgh in my head, and I wanted to get it on the canvas right away. I had some great ideas so I decided to materialize my fantasy. I could already see it hanging on the wall of Kinnetik and it made me even more excited than I already was.
I remembered that there was a door that led to the rooftop and I thought it would be the perfect place to get a better view of my theme so I stepped out of the loft and found the door to the rooftop at the end of the stairs. I saw that the door was open and figured someone was probably up there, watering plants or something.
I took the stairs and stepped out to the rooftop. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny afternoon, the lights were perfect, there was no way I’d let this great opportunity pass. I didn’t see anyone else there but I didn’t care about that at all. All I wanted was to hold the brush in my hand and get the painting started.
I ran back to the loft; grabbed the easel and the canvas and with a little bit of difficulty I carried them up. I went back once again to gather the supplies as well, left a note for Brian to let him know when he arrived home that I was up there, then locked the loft’s door and went to the rooftop again. I left the rooftop door open, I didn’t know why, but I felt more comfortable and somewhat safer that way.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d enjoyed painting that much. I could feel a soft breeze stroking my face, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and I got so engrossed in my work that I didn’t realize how long I’d been up there.
The sun was fading slowly and the wind was getting stronger when I could feel someone embracing me gently from behind while saying quietly,
“Gotcha.”
I jumped because it was so unexpected, it really startled me. But at the next moment, without turning around I knew very well who it was.
“Fuck, Brian.” I sighed, “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Am I that scary?” He purred and placed a kiss on my ear. His hand was rubbing my groin.
“Brian, please. I’m trying to do some painting here.” I answered with a smile, but I couldn’t resist leaning against him.
“Go ahead. I’m not holding you up.”
“You are.” I laughed but I drove myself even closer.
He put his head on my shoulder and looked at the canvas,
“Not bad.” He said appreciatively. He didn’t say more but I could see he loved it.
I turned around and kissed him, trying not to touch him, because my hands were covered in paint. He wouldn’t have appreciated the stains on his expensive suit. He kissed me so eagerly that I knew I had to finish painting for the day. There was an even more compelling urge that had to be taken care of. While kissing him, I could hear a loud bang coming from somewhere, but I didn’t take notice of it. We had some more important issues to focus on.
“Come on.” He panted into my ear. “Let’s get back. It’s getting cold out here.”
I nodded and started to gather my things. Brian grabbed the canvas and the easel carefully, following me slowly toward the door. Just at that moment I noticed that the door was closed now. I realized what the former noise may have been; the wind had probably slammed the door. I put my hand on the door handle and pulled it. It didn’t move. I pulled it again. Nothing happened.
“Fuck.” I murmured and tried to push it this time. It didn’t work.
“What?” I heard Brian’s voice from behind.
“I…I can’t open it.” I said weakly.
“What do you mean you can’t open it?” He asked again.
I was getting kind of impatient. I sighed and replied,
“I mean…I can’t open it.”
“And what if you use the key?” He asked in a sarcastic tone. I knew I was in deep shit.
I turned to look at him, speaking sheepishly,
“What key?”
“The key you used when you came up here. You can’t open this door from outside, only with key.” He looked at me somewhat amused.
“I didn’t use any key. It was open.” I admitted quietly, “The only key I have with me is the key to the loft.” I didn’t even know that we had a key to this door.
“That’s just fucking great.” Brian put the easel down. “Justin. Please, don’t tell me we’re locked out.”
I couldn’t say anything, because that seemed to be the case exactly. Then I came up with an idea…
“It’s okay. We just have to call someone to open it for us.” I tried to smile reassuringly.
“Then call someone.” Brian looked at me expectantly, leaning against the wall.
“I left my cell in the loft. Give me yours.” I reached my hand out.
“Why the fuck would I bring my goddamn cell up here with me?” He asked angrily.
“You mean…” My voice started to get shaky.
“I mean…this is one fucked up situation.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well, we have to do something.” I mumbled quietly.
“Any ideas? I mean good ones.” He kept staring at me.
“Um…what if we try to open it with something?” I looked around to see what we had.
“I said good ones. Are you going to open it with one of your brushes? Why, Sunshine I didn’t know you’re a professional sneak thief.” His voice couldn’t be more sarcastic, but to tell the truth, I could understand it.
“Or we could bang on the door. Someone has to hear it.” I tried again.
Brian shrugged and answered,
“Start banging.”
Since I didn’t have a better idea, I started to hit the door as forcefully as I could. Then I realized that Brian was much stronger than I was so I looked at him disapprovingly.
“Would you help me?”
“No.” He said sternly.
He was pissed at me, I had no doubt about that. But seeing my pathetic expression he sighed heavily and hit the door pretty intensely for a few times. No answer came.
“We should shout or something.” I looked at him.
Brian snorted,
“Are you out of your mind Justin? I’m not going to fucking scream.” He pointed a finger at me and went on, “You just go ahead.”
I rolled my eyes in response and he added with a smug look on his face,
“You’re the screamer, not me.”
“Fuck you.” I replied then I started to bang on the door again while shouting loudly and hoping someone would hear me. But nothing happened.
After a few minutes Brian sighed again and said,
“Justin.”
I didn’t take notice of him and kept on hitting the door and yelling. Brian spoke again,
“Justin, stop it. It’s obviously not working.”
I stopped and looked at him helplessly,
“I’m not going to stop. Someone will hear us sooner or later.” And I started again.
“Justin. Stop it. It’s giving me a fucking headache.” He started to rub his temple slowly.
I stopped finally and leaned against the wall next to Brian. I looked around and noticed a little bench next to the boxes some neighbors kept their plants in.
“Come on; let’s sit down for a bit.” I motioned towards the bench, “I guess we’ll have to wait until someone comes up here. It won’t take long.”
“How do you know?” He asked.
I told him that Mary, our neighbor, comes up every evening to water her precious plants. All we had to do was wait for her.
“Let’s hope you’re right.” Brian said as he started to walk towards the bench, “For your own good.”
He sat down and I started pacing around to see if anyone else was there. Someone left that door open after all.
“There isn’t anyone else.” I heard Brian’s voice.
Sometimes I feel like he can read my thoughts. It’s fucking scary actually. I turned around and went back to him, sitting down next to him without a word. Neither of us said anything for a while; it was getting colder and darker, and I felt really bad about being such an idiot. It really was a fucked up situation, but it would have been a lot worse without him. No matter what, when he’s around I feel safe. I told him that I was happy to have him there with me; happy that I wasn’t alone.
“Well, at least in that case I could open that fucking door.” He was right. So I shut up.
After a few more minutes I tried to ease the tension. I moved closer to him and asked in my sweetest voice,
“Brian?”
He didn’t look at me just asked,
“What?”
“Are you mad at me?” Okay, I admit that was the stupidest question I could ask.
He looked at me with a fake smile and answered,
“No Justin, I love to be freezing.”
“Come on Brian, it’s not that cold.” I really thought he was exaggerating, but I didn’t want to argue with him. I had a much better idea. “Want me to warm you up?” I asked seductively, placing my hand on his groin.
He grasped my hand and looked at me,
“Stop it Justin. I’m not in the mood.”
“Well, you seemed to be…” I was trying to give him my brightest smile.
“Yeah, that was before I realized that I’m going to spend the night up here.” He looked away.
I moved closer and turned his head slowly to make him look at me.
“Come on Brian.” I whispered still smiling, “You know you can’t resist me.”
He raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything, so I started stroking him again. And this time, he let me. I stood up slowly, pulled his legs apart and got down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, stroking his thighs with gentle movements.
“Let me make it up to you.” I smiled at him innocently.
He didn’t answer, just kept on looking down at me, but I could see lust appearing in his beautiful eyes. I freed his already hard cock and took it into my mouth in no time. I sucked on it as hard as I could, trying to make him forget about the cold, about us being locked out, about everything. When I felt his strong hands stroking my head and pulling me closer to him, I knew I’d succeeded.
I could hear his heavy breathing, could feel him trembling under my touch, and it made me even more eager; I wanted to give him all the pleasure he deserved, all the pleasure I could give. A few seconds later he came, filling my mouth with the taste that’s so very him. After I saved every drop he pulled me up and kissed me deeply.
“Are you still pissed at me?” I asked with a grin when we broke the kiss. Seeing that loving expression on his face I added smugly, “No, you’re not. Because you sooo love me…”
“Twat.” Was all he said, then he reached into his pocket for a condom.
He started to pull my pants down, moistened his finger and my hole then pushed that finger inside of me. When he pulled it out, I took his jacket off of him carefully, so that it wouldn’t get messy. He didn’t complain about it, it seemed like he wasn’t freezing any more for some reason. A second later he pulled me onto his lap, I lowered myself on him slowly, and started riding him while he was kissing me hard; his tongue deep in my mouth, his cock deep in my ass.
It was hard and fast and fucking hot, just what we needed at that moment. I could hear him moaning my name against my lips and it made me come instantly. The noises of the street suppressed my scream a bit, and a few thrusts later Brian gave in too. He held me close to him, I rested my head on his shoulder, and he nuzzled against my hair.
After a minute of this comfortable silence suddenly, from out of nowhere we heard someone clearing their throat. We looked to the direction where the voice had been coming from. We saw Mary with a water pot in her hand, her back turned on us. She acted like she’d been examining her plants, though I knew she just wanted to signal that she was there too.
I didn’t know how long she’d been there but I had a feeling that she’d seen and heard enough. We stood up and got ourselves together as quietly as we could, trying not to leave a mess behind us, though we knew it was unnecessary, there was no way Mary didn’t know what we’d been doing.
We stepped up to greet her and she turned back and acted like she didn’t know we’d been there,
“Justin! Brian! How strange to see you two up here, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
I pointed towards my canvas and supplies and told her why I’d come up in the first place, and how we’d gotten locked out. When I stopped talking she smiled and nodded knowingly and I could feel myself blushing.
Once in the loft again, Brian showed me where the key to the rooftop was kept and told me not to be this blond again. Asshole. Though he wouldn’t say it, I know that he actually enjoyed our little rooftop adventure just as much as I did.
Later,
“J”
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