EXPERIENTIA DOCET Sic faciunt omnes Everyone is doing it This Chapter 12 in the "EXPERIENTIA DOCET" series. Narrated by Justin Taylor Featuring: Brian Kinney, Nicholas Brendon, Michael Novotony, Emmett Honeycutt, Cynthia Morgan, and others Series Rated NC-17 and contains no warnings or spoilers. September 2002 Summary: Justin and Nicholas arrive in Pittsburgh… finally. Can Brian keep his secret from Justin? Disclaimer: no profit made… The Boys are not mine.. No matter how much I’d love to have them… * * * * * * * Nick, Tressa, and I step off the plane and immediately I spot Brian standing on the other side of the barrier. We make our way through the crowd and over to him. Granted it’s not as easy as it used to be since now I have about a hundred screaming teens all wanting my autograph, but dammit, I don’t care. Brian’s here, so everything else can just to go the wayside. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I must admit, as soon as they mentioned that we were arriving in Pittsburgh, I started to shake. I am so nervous, maybe even a little scared. I haven’t been in this city at all since I left all those years ago. I’m half afraid to run into HIM… or my dad… or anyone else I used to know. I’m not ready to face that, but I know that Brian will keep me safe, will keep me grounded. I don’t doubt that one bit. Once I reach him, I fight the urge to kiss him, to hold him. Brian however, just takes our bags and leads us out of the airport to the awaiting car. Vanguard went all out for us, with a limo and everything. Once we get inside, Brian pulls me toward him, and kisses me. I slip my tongue in his mouth, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Hey can we not have you two fuck back here. Virgin eyes here,” Nick says breaking us from our spell. I pull away and run my hand across Brian’s cheek, god how I’ve missed him. “Just think of it as an education, Nick. You might learn something.” “There are some things, Jus, that I don’t need to know,” he laughed. Giving Nick a break, I move away slightly from Brian and put my head on his shoulder, not really wanting to break contact yet. “So everything is set with the two of you at the hotel,” Brian asked Nick and Tressa. “Yep. We should be. Justin said we would be meeting your partner today.” “Unfortunately,” I say with a smile. Brian taps me upside my head and I turn to look at him. “What? He’s an asshole. Why should I be nice?” “Cause he’s my partner, and cause I said so,” he said in his normal tongue in cheek way. It’s when he looks at me like that that all I want to do is turn around and slap him, or fuck him. Truth be known, the main reason why I don’t want to see anyone today, is cause I’m horny as hell. It’s been too long, and Brian’s right here. I just want to go to his place and make love all day and night long. But no… we have obligations to do. Once we reach the hotel and get Tressa settled, we all head out to have lunch with Vance. I am so not looking forward to meeting him. If he’s even partly the asshole that I believe he is, I know I’ll have to bite my lip to keep from saying what I think of him. It bothers me a lot – the way he treats Brian – even though I know there’s nothing that I can do. I know that I can’t say anything, no matter how much I want to. This is Brian’s life… his work, and if I interfere then what does that say about him? It’ll look like Brian can’t take care of himself… look like he needs this little kid from Hollywood to take care of him. And that’s not true. We enter the restaurant and the matrade takes us to the table where, who I assume Vance is, is waiting. He stands and holds out his hand to me with a fake smile plastered on his lips. “Ahhhh, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Brendon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My name if Gardner Vance, and I want to say that it’s a pleasure to be working with you.” It’s times like this that I’m grateful that I grew up in the Country Club scene. I take a hold of his hand and give it a firm shake, smile plastered on my face… just pouring on the shit. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Vance. Brian has told us a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Nick says his greeting as well, and introduces Tressa as we all sit down. To say that this is the type of thing that I hate doing would be an understatement. I try to be honest with people… with myself. But when I am placed in situations like this, I can’t help but feel off. I tell them everything that they want to hear, even if it’s not true. I hate it. I hate having to try and conform, to make myself appear as if I’m someone that I’m not. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that Brian’s trying not to laugh throughout the whole lunch, and all I want to do is smack him. I just know he’s going to bug me about this. I just know it. All I know for sure is that I can’t wait to get this whole thing over with so that we can take Nick and Tressa back to the hotel. I want to go back to Brian’s place and make up for lost time. Just thinking about what’s to come brings a smile to my face. I feel Brian’s hand reach under the table and take my hand into his own. Oh yeah… I can’t wait to get out of here. * * * * * * * “So this is the famous loft,” I say as I walk into the spacious place and put my bags down. I feel Brian’s body pressed against me as he wraps his arms around my waist. I close my eyes as I feel his mouth and tongue glide across my skin, and his hands move up my chest, pulling my shirt up and over my head. He leads me up the stairs, and deposits me on the bed. His hands rip open my pants and pull them and my underwear off, throwing them on the floor. God, I love this man. I knew when I had gotten on the plane that once we were alone together again, that we wouldn’t be taking anything slow. It’s been too long, and the need that we have for each other is too great. No, our first time together was going to be fast and hard. He quickly removes his own clothes and is on top of me in a matter of seconds. I can feel the heat of his hands moving over my body, his lips gliding over my skin – caressing me, warming me. The only words passed between us, the only sounds really, are the moans of pleasure that escape our lips. There really isn’t much foreplay involved with our lovemaking this time, as he quickly prepares me. I grab a hold of the condom and slowly roll it down his hard cock, preparing him in my own way. He pulls my hand off of him and press them over my head with one of his strong hands. I place my legs, with his help, over his shoulders, allowing him full control. Biting my lip, I keep from crying out as he slams hard into me, filling me to the hilt. I know at that moment that I’m not going to last. Brian begins to move in and out of me, pulling all the way out, and slamming back in as far as he can go. I know that I’m going to be sore for a long time after this, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything really right now, except for the feeling of completeness. He has a way of filling me that no one else in my life has ever been able to. And it’s not just his cock… it’s all of him. His soul, his love…everything. When we’re together like this, I feel as if there is nothing else around… it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters except being with him. Nothing. I don’t care what shit is thrown at me, as long as I know that he loves me, I can handle anything. I feel the tightness begin to build, as he continues his thrusts, hitting my prostate with each movement. Feeling him brush against me with such force is sending me over the edge. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I give in. With his lips on mine, his tongue gliding against mine, I let go, shooting between our bodies, losing myself in the sweet oblivion. I feel him riding out my release, as he moans, allowing himself the release that we both have been dreaming about since he had left LA. I welcome his weight as he collapses on top of me, releasing my legs and arms from his grasp. Slowly I run my hands up and down his back, lightly kissing the top of his head, as we both try to catch our breath. It’s moments like this that make up for all the time apart. It makes up for a lot really. I know in these moments that I don’t care what anyone says about him… about us. I know who he is, and what he wants. Slowly I close my eyes, exhausted, and allow myself to succumb to sleep with him still inside me. This is where I belong. * * * * * * * Brian and I walk down the street heading toward the diner. I had begged him to take me somewhere to eat, and after a hell of a lot of begging he finally relented. I told him that I wanted to meet his friends, I wanted to see what I didn’t get a chance to see when I used to live here. I want to know what his life is like, I want to be a part of it. I know that he’s not real happy about it, but what can I say. He’s a part of my life… he knows everything there is to know about me… why can’t I know about him. He warned me however on the ride over here that I might get attacked. He said that some of his so called friends, seem to have the Star-bug… they idolize me. Why I don’t know, but if being in the business as long as I have has taught me anything is that people tend to forget that you’re a human being too… they tend to think of you as a piece of meat. But the thing is, I know this. I’ve gotten used to it, for the most part. Okay so I still freak out in large crowds, and I still have moments of panic, but with Brian by my side, I know that things will be okay. I know that he’ll protect me. We walk into this small diner, and immediately I feel every eye in the place turn toward us. Suddenly this woman with red hair, and loud outfit comes rushing over to us. “Brian! I didn’t think I’d see you around these parts for the next couple of days, if you know what I mean,” she said raising her eyebrows, looking me over. “You must be Justin. Come in. It’s not everyday that we get someone famous in here.” I try not to laugh as I see Brian roll his eyes. “Deb, we came here to eat, not make a fucking spectacle of everything. Coffee,” he said as we sat down in a booth with a group of guys – Brian pulling me as close to him as humanly possible. This is a side of Brian that I have never seen before… this I don’t give a shit Brian. It’s something that I know I’ll have to get used to here. At least in front of everyone else. I look around the table and smile slightly at the group. I can see some ‘worshipping’ in their eyes – the awe of sorts. “Hey,” I say not quite sure what else to say. “I’m Emmett,” the one in the bright pink shirt introduces. “I am such a HUGE fan of yours. I can’t believe that I’m actually sitting here… that we’re here at the same table.” Oh yeah… he’s star-struck! “Ahh,” I start, suddenly feeling very fucking shy. God, I hate it when I get like this. “Nice to meet you.” “Jesus, will you fucking stop already. He didn’t come here so you could get your rocks off. We came here to eat. So leave the drama shit for another time,” Brian informs the gang. Now here’s the thing. If Brian and I are ever going to have problems in our relationship… it’s going to be because of this. I know, at least I’ve seen glimpse of his little jealous streak. I know that if we have a problem it will be because of that. He’s not used to this whole star thing, and he just HATES it when guys fawn all over me. I place my hand on his arm, and lean in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. It’s all part of the gig,” I remind him. And I know that I’ll be reminding him every day as long as we’re together. The others introduce themselves and I feel good about each one of them… well that Michael seems pissed off at me for some reason and I have no idea why. I get this slight sickening feeling in my gut at the way he looks at me. Maybe it’s being in this town again… with all those old feelings that I’ve buried so deep within my psyche, that makes me want to puke. But I can tell that he doesn’t like me – not in the least. His boyfriend however seems cool. He’s a professor, and truth be known… he’s fucking HOT! Okay, not as good looking as Brian, but I’d still do him if I really wanted to. Not that I want to of course… I decided a long time ago that if I ever met the one that makes me feel the way that Brian makes me feel… that I would be with him only. But I can fantasize… right? Emmett is a trip. He’s this big queen, and very proud of who he is. I admire that, I really do. At times I wish I could be as free as he is, but unfortunately I can’t. I have to hide who and what I am at times. But I can see that he could be a very trusted and good friend. He makes me laugh, and he just has this kindness about him. I just know that he’s one person that I want to be friends with… him and Ben. Ted… well he’s sort of quiet. I can tell that he sort of the oddball in the group. He’s nice, don’t get me wrong… it’s just that I don’t see us ever really becoming really good friends. I get the feeling that he’s just not quite sure what to make out of anything. Michael… he sort of seems like a closet case to me… or at least used to be. I don’t think that I could be that way, at least not fully. Yeah I may hide it at times, but can you blame me? Look at what happened to me last time I didn’t hide… look at what I’ve been through. And Hollywood isn’t really Gay Friendly. But there’s something else too. I picked up on it right away. He loves Brian. And I’m not talking about the way I love him… no this is like a high school crush… this infatuation type lust love. It’s the same damn thing that I see with Ethan and I. I mean he’s soo infatuated with me… with the idea of US that he can’t see beyond that. He can’t see that it will never happen. Okay so it’s different in the fact that Brian and Michael are friends, where Ethan and I aren’t. At least to me we aren’t. I can’t stand him, and he can’t get it through his thick, greased up head to see that. But I’ve had my share of stalkers and such that I really don’t like the way he looks at me. Michael I mean – at least presently. We all sit and talk, and I find myself relaxing for the first time in a long time… well not including my ‘quiet time’ with Brian. The only person here in Pittsburgh that I’ve ever felt that way with is Daphne. Ben wants me to talk to his class. He’s a professor at CM, and he teaches Gay Studies. A part of me isn’t really sure if I want to do it. I mean what if they ask about the Bashing? Can I really talk about that? I haven’t really done that… not really. And I know someone will ask, since I just KNOW it’s on my bio somewhere on the net. But I find myself saying okay, I’ll do it. Why? I’m not really sure. I guess there has always been a part of me that NEEDS to talk about it… to tell others what it’s like to have your world turned upside down. And maybe… just maybe, it’s being here again, where it all happened. I don’t know. The others say that they are heading to Babylon, and I look at Brian to see what he has planned. I want to go with the guys, but then again, I haven’t seen Brian in weeks, and I just want to be alone with him. To take comfort in him again. Brian I guess has the same idea as I do, cause he declines the offer, takes my hand after throwing some money on the table, and we’re out of there. Tomorrow is a big day for the both of us. Meetings upon meetings, and we won’t have much US time during the day. But hey, I’m all for having that time now. * * * * * * * TBC…