AN: Thank to the superbeta KJ! If you like sex in your fic – than thank KJ – she made me add and lengthen some in this chapter. So by now you may have realized that there will be lyrics with every chapter – so these are from the Rascal Flatts song Take Me There – written by my man Kenny Chesney. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian’s POV As I become conscious I become aware of a body wrapped tightly around mine. Opening one eye and looking down I see the sleep rumpled blond head of hair on my chest. Briefly I flash back to all the mornings I woke up with Lindsay clutching me in her sleep like she was afraid I was going to disappear; it was suffocating. Justin isn’t suffocating me; his body against mine is very comforting this morning. Ever since I walked out on my ‘straight life’ I’ve felt like I was living a new one, being a new me; but this morning I am truly a new man. I don’t know what is going to happen now. The sex last night was mind blowing for me, but I don’t know if Justin felt the same. I also don’t know if he would want to see me again, but I know I want to get to know him better. I just pray he’ll let me. I don’t have to face the future with or without him until after he wakes up, so I just lay here holding him and enjoying the now. Justin’s POV I know he is awake, I’m not sure if he realizes that I am. I can tell he is deep in thought and then he tightens his hold on me and I can’t help but smile a little. I know it’s not smart to get involved with this man. I can tell already there would be complications but my attraction to him is stronger than any other I’ve ever felt. I barely know him, but I came back to his place. I never do that, it’s too dangerous. Somehow I’ve trusted him from the moment we met, I felt safe with him, and I know that he is new to this way of life, but I want to be the one to show it all to him. Finally the need to pee forces me to show my hand and admit that I am awake. I start to stir a little and turn my head to the other side so I am looking up into his face. “Mornin,” I say groggily. God I hate my morning voice at this moment, it’s so not sexy at all. “Good morning Sunshine,” he says with a chuckle. “Sunshine?” “All the golden hair, that smile you have, and of course the bright and cheerful attitude in the morning.” He says this with a tongue in cheek smirk. Realizing he’s teasing me I slap his chest lightly and get up off the bed. Heading into the bathroom I turn around to find him staring at my naked ass. I give it a little wiggle and then saunter into the bathroom. Brian’s POV I’m glad that we are able to be playful with each other this morning. Even if I never see him again after today I didn’t want this morning to be awkward. He shakes that very nice ass at me and I’m instantly hard. I look down at my newly erect penis and decide that since Justin is responsible for it he should have to take care of it. Climbing off the bed I follow him into the bathroom. Briefly I think about how comfortable I am completely naked this morning and to me, that is a little surprising. I follow him into the bathroom and relieve myself after he is done. “Can I use your shower?” “Well that depends, Sunshine can I join you? As you can probably see you’ve left me with a not so little problem that needs to be taken care of.” The water is turned up almost hotter than I can stand it creating a steamy mist in no time. Justin pours a generous amount of body wash into his hands, lathers it up, and washes me. I’ve never had someone give my body such a personal and intimate treatment, if I was prone to blushing I probably would be. He finishes my upper body and slips down to his knees; I briefly think that’s probably pretty uncomfortable on the tile floor but that thought is lost as soon as I feel his soapy hands enclose my cock. He strokes the lather up and down cleaning my cock and my balls until I’m ready to come. Just before I do he backs off and I slump backwards against the shower wall. In this new position the shower stream is hitting my chest and running down my torso, all the suds he’s left on me are quickly washed away including the soapy residue on my cock. I’m trying to figure out why he is still on his knees if he’s not going to do anything about my aching erection when I realize he was just waiting for the water to wash the soap taste away. Once he’s satisfied that my cock won’t taste like anything other than it should he begins to lick and suck on it until my knees buckle. He makes me come quickly, having already been near the brink from the cleansing and I pull him to his feet so I can return the favor. One blow job later the water has turned cold and we quickly bathe and step out of the shower. Drying off I keep looking up at him only to find him looking at me, and then we both quickly look away. We get dressed in the same manner; sneaking peeks at each other. I get the sense that he wants to say something, I just can’t tell if he wants to blow me off or if he wants to ask for more time together. I know that I don’t want him or the feelings he invokes in me to go away yet. Suddenly I remember that I drove us both here last night so I have an excuse to extend our morning together. “Do you want to get some breakfast before I take you to your car?” “Sure.” He answers with a smile so beautiful I just want to stare at it all day. I have to stop being so moony or he’ll think I’m a freak. “Anywhere in particular you want to go?” I ask as we walk out the door and I set the alarm on the loft. “How about the diner on Liberty Avenue?” “I’ve never been there.” “Well every gay man should go there at least once in his life; it’s truly an experience.” He says this with a bit of a chuckle and I can’t help but worry about what I might be in for. When we arrive at the diner I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I don’t think I have ever seen anything so gaudy and tacky in my life, and yet somehow as soon as we walk in the door I feel relaxed and at home. It’s a strange sensation. The club last night was different, the cover of darkness helped me be bold, helped me be free and just act like myself. But under these harsh lights I feel like everyone is staring at me, judging me, like they know how long I denied who I am and they are ashamed of me for it. I want to turn and run, but before I have the chance I feel Justin grab my hand. Looking into his eyes I see kindness and maybe something more, maybe understanding in those eyes. Holding my hand he leads me to a table in the back corner and the relative privacy a corner booth will allow. “Relax Brian, you’re amongst friends now.” “But I feel like everyone is staring at me, judging me.” He laughs softly and replies, “they aren’t judging you Brian, at least not the way you think. They are appraising you, appreciating how hot you are, and trying to figure out how to make a move on you.” “What? Are you serious? I mean I walked in with you. I know we aren’t a couple or anything, but they don’t know that.” “You’re right, they don’t know that. And they don’t care. You are hot! And they are hoping you are available, if not for a relationship then at least for sex.” “Well I wish they would stop, I’m not very comfortable with it.” And with that he is suddenly out of his seat and slides into my side of the booth next to me. “What are you doing?” “Well I figured if we looked like a new couple madly in love they might back off a bit, and then you can enjoy your breakfast without feeling like you are on the menu.” I smile and lean down to kiss him, it wasn’t premeditated, just an instinctual response to having his body pressed so close to mind. What started as a soft tender kiss of thanks quickly turns a bit hungrier as our passion from last night starts to flare again. I completely forget where I am and how nervous I am until I hear someone standing near us clearing their throat. “Ahem.” Justin breaks away from the kiss to look up at the intruder, while I look down at the table embarrassed. “Hey Deb!” “Don’t ‘hey Deb’ me asshole, if you are going to eat this tasty morsel for breakfast instead of the food, the least you could do is introduce him first.” “Sorry Deb,” he says with a chuckle. “Debbie, this is Brian. Brian, this is Debbie – Liberty Avenue’s biggest fag hag.” “Hi. Nice to meet you.” “Oh, don’t be so formal honey. It’s nice to meet you. Of course making out with little Justin here is definitely one way to make an entrance!” “Deb, leave him alone. It’s not his fault he can’t resist my charms!” She laughs at this and walks away. “Uh, Justin?” “Yeah?” “She didn’t take our order.” “Don’t worry, she would bring you what she thought you should eat anyway, this saves us the trouble of reading the menu.” And he’s right. A few minutes later she bring us both plates piled high with greasy, fattening, delicious food, so much of it that I think I’ll never eat again. While we eat we make small talk. I keep thinking that if I eat really slowly that I’ll have just a few more minutes of his company. Justin’s POV When we first got here the diner made Brian very skittish and I almost regretted bringing him here. I didn’t want him to bolt, I’m trying to prolong this ‘morning after’ for as long as I can. After our kiss he seemed to settle down and forget where he was. Once we got served food he seemed to only notice me and his plate. Our conversation is casual and polite, but I really want more. I want to know more. I want to know if the reason he was skittish is because he has to get back to a wife or something. We’re done eating, he pays the check, and we walk outside. Standing out front of the diner, awkwardly looking at each other then down the street towards Babylon where my car is, I try and think of something to say. I want to give him my number, my address, my everything. I don’t want to scare him off, but I don’t want to think that last night and this morning are the only time we get. Even if he is going home to a wife and a kid, I don’t think this time I would mind be a dirty little secret. He has just that much pull over me for some reason. Brian’s POV It’s been so long since I’ve dated, and when I did I was dating women. I’m so rusty that I don’t know what to say at this point. Has he only been nice to me this morning out of pity? Or is he genuinely interested in me and what I have to say? I guess there is only one way to find out. I have to be brave again, when I walked away from that bridge weeks ago, I made the decision to live my life out and proud, and I can’t do that by hiding away from this. “Justin, can I see you again? I understand if you don’t want to, it’s just I really enjoyed last night and I would like to get to know….” “How about now?” He interrupts me almost breathily, like he was holding his breath waiting to find out what I was going to say. “Now?” I hate the hopeful tone of my voice, but there is nothing I can do about it, I am hopeful. “Yes, it’s Saturday and I don’t have plans. We could spend the day together; maybe get to know each other a bit?” “That’s sounds great.”
There’s a place in your heart, nobody’s been, Take me there. Things nobody knows, Not even your friends, Take me there. Tell me bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown, Show me around, I want see it all, don’t leave anything out
So we turn away from my car and just start walking down Liberty Avenue with no destination in mind. For the first few minutes we just continue with the slightly awkward small talk from breakfast. There is so much that I want to know about him, so much I want to tell him about me but I just don’t know where or how to start. “So Brian, why don’t you tell me about you?” I marvel at how he seems to be able to read my thoughts and my moods. “What do you want to know?” I’m stalling for time, I know I am but I can’t help it. “Everything.” He answers with a bit of a smile. “Why don’t you start with where you grew up and we’ll go from there?” I draw in a deep breath and start to tell him my story. I tell him about my childhood in Pittsburg. I tell him about my parents, my drunken abusive father who died a couple of years ago from cancer. I tell him about my drunken distant cold-hearted mother who told me I was dead to her when I came out. Then I got to the hard part, the part I hesitated to tell him. Lindsay is the hard part. “I’m married Justin.” “I was afraid of that. So what is this? You are just taking the day off from your straight life to play in gayland?” “No Justin, no. I left her. I came out to her about a month ago; I haven’t talked to her since. You have to understand though, I do love her. She has been my best friend for years now. I was so tired of being a constant disappointment to my parents, so when I met Lindsay in college I thought I’d give it a try. It was nice, but that is all it was. There was never any passion there; it was just a comfortable arrangement. I knew she always felt more for me than I did for her, and I felt bad for leading her on. I hope that in time she will let me be a part of her life. In the meantime however, I’ve filed for divorce.” “Oh god, Brian. I’m sorry I overreacted. I was just afraid that you were going to go back to her after this day was over.” “It’s okay, I can understand how you would think that. I do want her in my life though, just not the same way I want you.” He looks at me and smiles and I can feel a small blush grace my face. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed before in my life. What is it about this man? “Okay that’s enough about me. It’s your turn. What’s your story?”
I want to know, everything about you. And I want to go, down every road you've been. Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live, Where you keep the rest of your life hid, I want to know the man behind that pretty stare, Take me there.
Justin’s POV “Well I was born and now here I am.” I say it with a smirk and Brian shoves me sideways a little bit. Laughing I stumble into a couple of other people. I apologize quickly and shove Brian back. Somehow our play wrestling ends up with us continuing down the street holding hands, which I briefly think is odd, but it feels comforting and safe so I don’t pull away. I can sense it the moment he realizes we are holding hands, he almost pulls away, his grip lessens slightly, and then suddenly he re-grips my hand and seems content to walk down the street that way. I feel proud of him, for a man so recently out of the closet he is making great strides. I can still sense hesitation at most every new thing, and sometimes he gawks at something we see on the street, but for the most part he is adjusting well. “I’m an artist. I came out when I was seventeen and my father kicked me out of the house. I could have ended up on the street but luckily I found my way to the diner. Debbie ended up taking me in. Eventually she was able to get my mother to come around; the two of them are good friends now. I really don’t have any contact with my dad anymore. I have a younger sister named Molly. I’m attending PIFA right now, but should be done next spring.” “I’m sorry about your father Justin.” “It’s okay. After awhile, I realized that it’s his loss if he doesn’t want to get to know the real me. I think you might start to feel that way eventually.” “Maybe.” I tell him about my best friend Daphne, and how she talked me into sleeping with her for the first time. I tell him just about every story that comes to mind. Looking around it seems we have walked up and down Liberty Avenue a couple of times, so I ask, “what now?” “I’d like to take you somewhere.” “Then let’s go!”
Your first real kiss, your first true love, You were scared. Show me where, You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care. I want to roll down main street, the back roads, Like you did when you were a kid What made you who you are, Tell me what your story is.
We pull up outside what I know used to be one of the bathhouses in town. It wasn’t directly on Liberty Avenue but it’s only a couple of blocks away. I’m starting to wonder if Brian’s been playing me for a fool all this time. “Brian, what are we doing here? This is or was a bathhouse.” “I know. I own it. This is my business, Kinnetik.” “This is Kinnetik?!?” “Yea. Lindsay hated that I put it here in, what did you call it? Gayland? I couldn’t help it though. I felt so trapped in my own life that I rebelled in small ways. This was one of them. I just didn’t want a stuffy boring office like every other advertising agency in town, I felt that I was different and I wanted the offices to reflect that.” “That makes sense.” I say as we step through the doors into what I realize must be his sanctuary. Immediately I’m amazed at the style of everything, it’s all very simple but elegant. “This is fantastic Brian!” He grins a little, “thanks.” He shows me the art department and I find I’m a little jealous at the artists who get to play with all these tools. In his office I notice some posters with some national print campaigns that I recognize and for the first time I really appreciate how talented he is. We sit down on the couch in his office while he tells me about his years at Penn State. Years of wishing he could be bold and live a different life. Years of pretending to be happy with Lindsay, yet feeling guilty about misleading her at the same time. When I ask him how he got so successful at his young age, he explains that he buried himself in his career to avoid his home and his wife. All that time Lindsay thought he was working so hard to build a better life for the two of them, but he wasn’t. I can tell he feels incredibly guilty about that, so I lean over to kiss him. I confess that isn’t the only reason I want to kiss him, it’s been a couple of hours now since our kiss in the booth and the diner and I yearn to taste him again. I in fact feel quite desperate to have this incredible man inside me once again. Last night and this morning I wanted to savor him, now I only want to devour him. I want him, need him, and it must be now! I push Brian backwards on the couch until his head is resting on the armrest, only then do I break contact with his lips. Standing up I get rid of my clothes as fast as possible, but when he starts to unbutton his own shirt I stop him. “No, let me.” “Justin I’m getting a little worried about this obsession you have with undressing me. I can do it myself.” He has such a serious look on his face when he says this and I can only sit and stare a minute until we both crack up laughing. “I know you can do it Brian, but I don’t want you to deny me the pleasure.” “Well then, have your way with me.” And that is just what I intend to do. Slowly I unbutton first his shirt, kissing a path down his torso, until I get to his jeans where I undo those buttons as well. I tug his jeans down his legs until they are around his ankles; I leave the shirt on but undone. I know that no one is in the outer offices right now, but I’m pretending that there is. I’m pretending that I’m visiting Brian during a workday and we are having a sordid tryst in his office with the possibility of someone coming in at any moment. I grab the condom and lube from my pants pocket off the floor and prepare both of us quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly because when I straddle Brian and start to lower myself on his cock it hurts. “Jesus Justin! Take it easy.” But I can’t. I don’t know if it’s my fantasy that has me so worked up, or the art department I just got to browse through, or if it’s simply that I find Brian irresistible. Maybe it’s all three, but I’m riding his cock now as if I’m afraid I’ll never experience sex again. It’s hard, it’s fast, it’s rough, and I love it.
I want to know, everything about you. And I want to go, down every road you've been. Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live, Where you keep the rest of your life hid, I want to know the person behind that pretty stare Take me there.
Brian’s POV I want to stop Justin at first, I’m afraid he is going to hurt himself; I make a valiant effort to stop him. At least I think I did. I’m not really very coherent right now. This is so much different than last night was; this is erotic and intense in a much different kind of way. When I can tell that his thighs are getting sore from all the work they are doing I decide to end this quickly, so I grasp his cock firmly and tug on it in time with his rhythm and in just moments he is coming all over my chest, and I am filling the condom buried deep inside him. He collapses on top of me and I hold him tight to me letting myself relax completely. After a minute or two when our breathing has regulated I ask “Jesus Justin, what got into you?” He looks up at me with heavy eyelids, “You. I just had to have you and I couldn’t wait.” With that said he lays his head down on my chest and promptly passes out. I decide not to think to hard or to analyze any of this day yet, that will come later, instead I let myself go and join in him in slumber. About an hour later we both start to stir, and I am never more thankful for the washroom in my office or the extra sets of clothes I keep there in case of emergencies. Justin has made quite a mess of me. After we clean up both ourselves and my office, Justin tells me it’s his turn again and that this time he has something he wants to show me. Once again we climb into my car and following his directions we head out to the PIFA campus. I’m excited because I think he is going to show me some of his work, and I know what a truly personal thing that is for an artist. When we get there he lets me into the studio and then stands back watching me while I explore, looking through his work. There are pieces in all different types of mediums, which I guess makes sense since he would have to take different courses for his degree. My favorite are the paintings though. I spend a few minutes with each one just studying it closely, admiring the colors, the brushstrokes, and generally being impressed by how talented he is. “Justin, these are fantastic.” “Thanks.” He says almost shyly which I find very endearing. I walk over to him and kiss him quickly, not wanting to start up another round of sex just yet. That’s when I see it, a work in progress canvas that is under a tarp. Walking over to it I look back at him and ask “May I?” He starts to answer but quickly gets a funny look on his face, I can’t read the expression but I think he is shocked about something. He gasps a little and then nods his head. As I start to pull off the tarp covering he tells me that this painting is titled The Dream. I too gasp once I see it, because on canvas he has painted me. It’s hazy, not quite accurate, but none-the-less, me. I just stare at it for a few minutes wondering what it means that he would have painted this before having met me. Finally I realize that I will never really know what it means, if anything, so I simply cover it back up and tell him that it’s beautiful. Before he can respond his stomach rumbles and I can’t help but laugh. Almost thanking his stomach for relieving whatever tension was about to descend upon us. “What do you say we go back to the loft and order in?” “Sounds great!” About an hour later we are sitting down at the foot of my couch sharing food out of various Chinese takeout containers when the conversation turns serious. “Brian, what are we doing?” I know what he means, but I don’t have an answer so flippantly I respond “eating?” “You know what I mean, please don’t do that.” I set down my chopsticks and sigh, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what we are doing. I know that I like you. I also know that I’m several years older than you, and I come with a lot of baggage. I know that I don’t want you to leave after dinner is over. I know that you could do better than me, you deserve someone who can show you the world, not be following you into it.” “Brian, I may have been out longer, but there are still things you can show me. Just like there are things I can show you. And so many more we can discover together. Oh now listen to me, I’m getting melodramatic.” I can’t help but laugh at him when he says that. He blushes a little and joins me in my laughter. He looks so handsome right now. So for the first time I really take the lead in our foreplay. I kiss him deeply enjoying the slight taste of soy sauce on his tongue. After a few minutes of a very intense kiss I pull away but immediately move to his neck, nibble my way down to his collarbone. I lean back and pull his t-shirt over his head, and quickly follow it with my own. I lay him backwards on the floor and proceed to lavish little kisses and bites along his torso ending up back at his luscious lips. He reaches between us and unbuttons both our pants, but I pull his hands away, I want this to go a lot slower than this afternoon did. I can tell he is frustrated because he promptly puts his hands in my hair and yanks my head back so he can attack my neck. I can’t help but moan as he nibbles and sucks on my neck until I’m sure I’ve got a hickey. The part of my brain that is still functioning finds that funny since it would be my first one. I’m about to give in to his desire to be completely naked when there is a knock on the door. I tell him to just ignore it but the knocks become louder and incessant. Finally he tells me to just get it and send whoever it is packing quickly. I groan, frustrated, but trudge over to the door anyway. Without a thought to my half dressed status, my wild hair, or the red marks Justin’s kisses have left all over my body, I yank the door open. “What do yo…. Lindsay?”