Author's Comments: Sorry this has taken me so long to update. 2006 was not a good year for me. Normal life stresses got in the way, on top of losing my brother in Sept. That alone pretty much killed my muse for a while, but I've finally found the theraputic value of writing again so hopefully the next update will be up quicker. Hopefully there are still people out there willing to read it. Please leave comments, it help knowing that people are enjoying what I write and that I"m not just writing it for my own amusement. Enjoy. ******************************************* Chapter 6 Justin’s POV As I put a stack of shirts into my suitcase I reflect on the last four months. I haven’t been home since my two week stay when Babylon reopened. It’s not been for a lack of desire on my part, but school, work and painting for my show have kept me out of the Pitts. Brian did manage to make a couple of weekend trips, but this separation is harder than I expected. My insane schedule hasn’t even been able to diminish the hole in my heart. “Hey Jai, you better shake a tail feather or we’re not gonna make it to the airport in time for our flights.” Bren walks into my bedroom, catching me daydreaming about Brian’s cock. “Why are we going to the airport again?” I can’t help teasing Bren as she ‘helps’ me finish packing by haphazardly tossing the rest of my clothes into my open suitcase. Slowly I straighten the mess she’s made of my clothes, noting with irony Brian’s tendencies for order in my movements. “We figured to save money on sharing a cab. Beats the subway this time of year.” Bren sat on my bed and watched as I put the last of my “stuff” into the case. As we made our way out of the apartment she continued, “We are subjecting ourselves to mass transit because I haven’t been home in four years and my mother has forgotten, finally, why she was so pissed off at me. You, my dear lad, are going home so you can get laid by that hunk of a man you call a lover and tell them all your good news about school and the ‘program’.” Our driver quirked a brow at Bren’s lover remark, but otherwise ignored us as he loaded our baggage. I shake my head at her antics and hold the door for her to get in before me. “Must you always try to shock people by revealing my sexuality?” “Just wanted to ensure ‘hottie’ up there was aware I was a free agent.” Bren blew a flirtatious kiss toward our driver and winked at him before bringer her focus back to me. With another shake of my head I continue, “Could you make sure not to tell Brian that you knew about school and the Philberg program before he did? I promised he would know first.” “You wouldn’t even know yet if I hadn’t answered your phone an hour ago. Tell me again how it got wedged under the TV stand?” Bren threw another wink and flirtatious smile up to our driver. “I plead the fifth. I can’t wait to get home and see everyone. It’s been too long.” “Tell me about it. I’m tired of having to listen to my MP3 player all the way up when you make your almost nightly calls. Haven’t you heard of actual physical contact?” Bren used her hands to crudely demonstrate her thoughts. I catch ‘hottie’ in the front seat glancing back in the mirror. “I get physical contact when I need it at Esquire’s or The Loading Zone’, but honestly, my hand and a few choice words from Brian are much better than the adequate blow jobs or quick fucks I could find.” Our driver sputters his coffee as he maneuvers to the curb at the airport. “Twenty dollars.” He stutters out as he climbs from the car to get our bags. Bren gives me a satisfied smirk as she hops out to continue her game. I exit a bit slower, just in time to see Bren slip the driver a business card and give him a flirty peck on the lips. Once we are through security and at her gate (her flight is a full two hours before mine) I finally have time to ask, “So, whose card did you give that one?” She smiles knowingly and replies, “This time I was ‘Penelope Smithson, art dealer’.” At my mock disgust she just laughs. “It got us a reduced fare didn’t it? You know as well as I that the fare can be over forty bucks depending on traffic.” “Don’t you ever worry that one day you will get a cabby who you’ve already done this to?” “It might happen, but chances are they forget me as quickly as I forget them. Now hug me. I won’t get to see you for ten whole days.” She stands and wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re still coming to the Pitts for New Year’s right?” “Wouldn’t miss it sugarplum. I so love watching you and the original hottie making out.” With a giggle and a wave she leaves to visit her family and I make my way to my gat to fly home. Brian’s POV Michael and I stand at the security gates anxiously awaiting the arrival of our respective loves, me Justin, him Melanie, or more correctly, JR. “Mikey, will you please stop hopping around like a demented jackrabbit? You look like a fucking idiot.” Michael stopped, mid hop, and glared at me. “You’re one to talk. If you crane your neck any further they’re going to have to put you in a halo. I thought his plane didn’t get in until after Mel’s.” “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. See these thing on the wall over there? They’re new fangled things that airlines put in to let you know when flights arrive. See the one that’s blinking New York? It says arrived.” “Shut up asshole. I know what the fucking monitors mean. I just wasn’t paying attention.” Michael was distracted by a yell of “DADDY!” off to his left. “Here’s my honey bunch now.” He said as Melanie handed him a hyper JR. ‘And here’s mine’, I think as I see Justin make his way through the security gates. I would never lower myself to use such a lesbian term out loud, but in the safety of my own mind anything goes. My internal censor is put on hold as Justin drops his bag at my feet and envelops me in a hug that would make Debbie proud. It’s his smoldering kiss, and a healthy amount of tongue, however, that makes the rest of the world cease to exist. It’s not until I feel Michael or Melanie’s tug on my arm that I remember where we are. Reluctantly I pull my lips from Justin’s and turn toward the intruder. “Yes? Something I can do for you guys?” Michael rolls his eyes as he looks in our direction. “Why don’t’ you and Justin go get the bags and Mel and I will get the jeep and get JR Settled. We’ll meet you at the front of the airport.” Mel hands over her claim tickets and takes Justin’s bag, forgotten at our feet, and follows Michael toward the exit. “Hey, Mikey,” I holler as I sling my arm around Justin, “Don’t forget these.” I toss him my keys and watch him shake his head as he turns again to leave. “The jeep? Brian, something you want to tell me?” I look down into his questioning blue eyes and my dick, already hard from the kiss, jumps as he licks his lips seemingly unconsciously. “Later. Right now I’m in desperate need of a restroom.” I practically drag Justin along the corridor and smile to myself when I hear him mutter ‘can’t even wait until we get home’. Only my boy understands and appreciates that my sudden need for a restroom has very little to do with the need to piss and everything to do with the need to have my cock up his ass ASAP. We finally get to the baggage level of the airport and, surprisingly, we find one section that looks almost deserted. I quickly scan the tickets and am grateful to realize both sets of luggage will be coming in on side by side carousels a hundred yards or so from where we currently stand. The restroom is to our left, and I drag Justin through the door as fast as I can. “Bri…need. You. Now.” He punctuates each word with a kiss or lick to my lips, neck, anything he can reach. He’s become as desperate as I am to join our bodies. I slam him against the door, barely remembering to lock it, as I work his cargos down his lithe body. I’m biting his neck as we both fumble with the button on my jeans. Impatiently I slap his hand away and pull on the well worn fabric, watching as the buttons slip free of their holes. I pull the condom and lube from my front pocket. My right hand rolls on the condom as my left hand prepares Justin’s hole. He bucks back on my fingers and, for a moment, I’m mesmerized by his tight ass clenching around my fingers. “God, Brian. Now. Enough foreplay already.” Justin reaches around with one hand to try to pull my dick to his hole while his other hand braces for the thrust against the door. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but I need you so damn bad.” I try to still his movements, but my cock has a will of its own and being near its home after four long weeks is too much. I guide my dick to his hold and enter him in one swift thrust, flattening Justin against the door as I go balls deep. His breath comes out in a whoosh and I give him time to adjust. Moments later I feel his hand on my ass, a signal that he’s ready. I slowly pull out, just leaving the head in as I push back in just as slowly. He’s not wanting slow, however, and rams his ass back on my dick setting a brutal pace with each thrust. In a matter of minutes we’re both panting and groaning nearing orgasm. I feel his anal walls start to constrict around my dick and I give one final thrust as I moan out his name and come harder than I have since the last time we fucked in New York. I lean my head on his shoulder and fight to regain my breath. From the sounds of it, Justin’s having just as hard a time as I am. “Damn, you’re going to be the death of me, Sunshine.” I tenderly stroke his hair as I lift off him and begin to clean up. Once I am put back together and help Justin right his clothes we both grab paper towels and clean off his spunk from the door. We laugh as we make shots toward the trashcan with our wadded up towels. “I so needed that.” He says as we leave the restroom and go to the appropriate carousels. Mel’s luggage has already arrived and I quickly pick up the three bags and walk over to wait for Justin’s luggage. What? No dick as spectacular as mine able to fill your ass in New York?” My words are a little harsher than I intend. I chance a glance in his direction to see if Justin has taken offense. The smirk on his face lets me know he’s not made, and unfortunately understands why I snarked. Fucking little twat. “There’s plenty dick, and ass for that matter, to be had and enjoyed in New York, but it’s been four long weeks since I’ve had one up my ass.” It’s as close as he’s ever come to telling me I’m the only one he bottoms for. The flush on his neck and his refusal to look at me directly lets me know my thoughts are dead on. I pull him to me and press my lips to his hair and marvel once again how I’ve managed to keep such a great guy. I release him as the luggage carousel starts to move and in true Kinney fashion reply, “Well, we’ll just have to make sure your ‘dick in ass’ quota is sufficiently filled over the next two weeks.” He lightly punches my arm then grabs his suitcase. Loaded with bags we make our way to the exit. Seeing Mikey waving his arms like a windmill next to my new back Jeep Cherokee evidently reminded Justin of his earlier question because he looks at me quizzically. “Oh, yeah, did I not mention I got a new jeep?” I blink at him as innocently as possible. “More boyfriend replacement therapy, Bri?” The smartass has the gall to look smug. “No, twat. With the merry munchers finally coming to their senses and moving back home I needed a vehicle that could haul rug-rats around.” By this time we had reached the jeep. “’Bout damn time. What did ya do, stop at every bathroom and fuck?” Mikey whined as he helped load the luggage into the back. As everyone got in, Michael with Mel and JR in the back and Justin in the passenger seat next to me, I reply, “For your information, we only stopped once to fuck and that was BEFORE the luggage arrived.” “LANGUAGE!!!” Both Melanie and Michael screamed as they covered JR’s ears. I stole a glance at Justin and smiled mischievously. “Welcome to Kindergarten, Sunshine.” With one final smirk for the passengers in the back, I put the jeep in gear and head out to West Virginia and home.