The Drifter -- Chapter Five
Brian and Justin splash around in the pool for about a half hour, until Brian mentions that he wants to use the sauna. Justin agrees that it's a good idea for Brian's aching muscles. He exits the pool to adjust the sauna settings, making sure that Brian won't be cooked to death inside.
Justin walks back to the pool and says, "Give it about five minutes to heat up, and you should be all set. Make sure you don't stay in there longer than twenty minutes."
"OK. I'm going to get out and dry off a bit."
Justin's view of Brian's backside as he climbs out of the pool is tantalizing. He can see the strength in his thighs and ass as he climbs the ladder. Brian would be a great model for some drawings, but Justin wouldn't even know where to begin to ask him to pose for him. Justin catches himself still looking at Brian, so he quickly averts his gaze and begins to swim away.
When he resurfaces, Brian is drying off with one of the towels from the guesthouse. Justin watches as Brian drags the towel across his chest and taut abs. Brian looks up and notices the slack-jaw look on Justin's face. He decides to put on a little show for Justin. He 'drops' his towel and has to bend over slowly…and deeply…to retrieve it. Brian hears Justin draw in a sharp breath and let out a quiet, "Fuck." Brian can't help but smile. But he still has more up his sleeve. Brian wraps the towel around his waist and walks toward the edge of the pool. Justin is still staring agape at him, but Brian acts as if he doesn't notice. Brian reaches under his towel and removes his Speedo.
Twirling the Speedo around his finger, Brian asks, "Join me in the sauna?" Justin's jaw snaps shut, but makes no move to reply. "Justin?"
"Huh?" Justin looks at him confused.
"Do you want to join me in the sauna?" Brian enunciates every syllable as if Justin is a little slow.
"Um…no, I'm fine…here…in the pool." Justin does want to join Brian in the sauna, but Brian's strip tease has created an embarrassing problem for him. His cock is unbelievably hard, and it would be too obvious to hide if he got out of the pool.
"OK," Brian says still standing at the edge of the pool. "After I'm done here, I was going to go up to my room and smoke a joint. If you're still here when I get out, you want to help me smoke it?"
"Uh, sure."
"Good, see you later." Brian saunters across the room to the sauna.
Justin jumps out of the pool, grabs his towel and dries off quickly. He wants to be waiting showered and dressed for Brian when he is done in the sauna. He collects all of his things and runs up to his room.
Brian enters the sauna and laughs out loud. He knows exactly why Justin didn't want to get out of that pool. Brian sits down in the sauna and soaks up the heat and steam. All of the muscles in his body begin to unwind and relax. Brian continues to think about the look on Justin's face when he had peeled off his Speedo. He starts to become hard just thinking about the lust in Justin's eyes. He rubs himself through his towel, making himself harder, thinking about Justin's eyes, his lips, his smile. A few minutes later, Brian comes, whispering Justin's name.
His towel now soiled, he balls it up and tosses it to the floor. He pulls on his still soggy Speedo and prepares to leave the sauna. Justin is lounging on a chair in the pool room, waiting for Brian. He jumps up when he hears the sauna door open. Brian sees that he is dressed in blue jeans and a bright blue t-shirt that is very close to his eye color.
"Let me show you how to turn the sauna off," Justin offers. Brian can smell Justin's shampoo as he walks by him to the sauna. Brian follows behind Justin, taking in a deep breath of the strawberry scent.
"You smell good. Just get out of the shower?"
"Yeah," Justin replies self-consciously.
"Strawberry, huh?"
Justin laughs, "Yeah, strawberry. Something wrong with that?"
"No, absolutely not." Brian bursts out laughing.
"Asshole," Justin mutters, smacking Brian playfully on the shoulder. He turns toward the sauna controls again, pretending to ignore Brian's snickering. He presses a few buttons and says, "And that's it."
"Excellent! Let's smoke," Brian says, moving toward his pile of clothes.
"I'm ready. Lead the way."
Brian slips his feet into his flip flops and gathers his clothes. They turn off all of the lights and re-cover the pool before leaving. The first steps outside are jarringly cold. Brian freezes until his teeth chatter. He clutches his clothes and towel closer to him, and decides to run the rest of the way into the guesthouse. Justin follows a few steps behind him and enjoys another view of Brian's lean legs as he climbs the stairs two at a time.
"Fuck! It's cold!"
Justin laughs, "You should have wrapped your towel around you, at least."
Brian remembers why he can't do that and feels a little guilty about jerking off earlier to thoughts of Justin. Even though he had spent the afternoon enumerating all of the reasons why he and Justin wouldn't work, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about him. Brian fumbles in the pockets of his shorts for the keys.
Brian heads straight for the bathroom. "I'm going to shower to warm up. I'll be right back. You can go sit on the roof if you want." That last sentence is uttered from the bathroom, the water already running. Brian doesn't even bother to close the door.
"OK." Justin doesn't know what else to do with himself, so he opens up the window and steps out onto the roof. Brian has found a sand-filled bucket to use as an ashtray. It's pretty cozy here actually. The stars seem brighter up here. Justin huddles against the wall and wraps his arms around his legs. It is kind of chilly out here. As Justin is looking around, he notices that he can see directly into his own bedroom. Justin briefly wonders if Brian has seen him from this perch. Note to self: don't stand in front of your windows naked.
A couple of minutes later, Justin hears the shower turn off. He turns to look into the room, and sees Brian emerge from the bathroom in just a towel. He watches him pull a pair of black jeans, a black wife-beater and a pair of socks out of a drawer. Justin catches a brief glimpse of Brian's bare ass as he pulls the jeans up while still wearing the towel. Brian pulls the towel away and walks to hang it up in the bathroom to dry.
Brian looks out the window when he comes back out of the bathroom and sees Justin looking in. "Aren't you cold out there?"
"A little. Do you have a sweatshirt or a sweater I could borrow?" Justin asks.
"Yeah." Brian walks toward another drawer and pulls out a hooded sweatshirt for Justin and a black sweater for himself.
"Thanks," Justin says, pulling the sweatshirt over his head. It's a little long on his smaller frame, but it's very comfortable. Grateful to be warm again, Justin waits while Brian puts on the socks, t-shirt and sweater.
Justin heads toward the window again and goes back onto the roof. Brian grabs his cigarettes and pot stash and follows Justin. Brian moves the cigarette bucket closer as he sits down on the roof. He takes the rolling papers and his small bag of pot out of his stash box. A few minutes later, he lights the tip of the joint to get it started. Brian reclines onto the roof, props himself up on one elbow and stretches his legs out. Justin lies down about a foot away, removes his shoes and puts his arms behind his head, creating a pillow for his head. The crickets and insects are making a racket tonight, and Justin tries to think of the last time he sat quietly and just listened to the deafening sounds of nature.
"It's been a long time since I just sat like this, listening to nature." Justin looks up at the stars and the half moon. He takes the proffered joint, takes a hit and passes it back to Brian.
"Mmmm, I love nature. That's why I never really mind sleeping outdoors when I don't have anywhere to stay."
Sensing that Brian is beginning to open up to him, Justin turns onto his side facing Brian. Not wanting to pry, Justin just nods his head, continues to pass the joint and waits for Brian to continue.
"I grew up in Pittsburgh, in the city, so I never really got to enjoy nature like this until I started traveling around the country."
"You never went to camp or anything?" Justin asks.
"No. My family was…weird. My dad spent most of our money playing cards and drinking at the American Legion bar. We didn't have any extra money for anything like that. Even if he won, he certainly wouldn't have spent it on me." Brian is quiet after that while they continue to smoke. Brian seems to be wrapped up in some childhood nightmare of memories that he has just stirred up.
Justin attempts to change the subject. "So, did you have a good time last night with my friends?"
Brian smiles warmly, "Yeah, they're nice people."
"Yeah. Daphne can't stop talking about you."
"Oh, yeah." Brian chuckles softly. "She was really great."
Justin smirks, "She wanted me to ask you if you have a girlfriend."
Brian stares silently at the red tip of the joint. He rolls his lips into his mouth, takes a hit and finally says, "No, I don't. I'm gay."
Justin's heart starts beating wildly in his chest. He goes partially deaf, because he can only hear the swishing of his heartbeat and the rush of blood pumping through his body. "Really?" is all he can squeak out.
"Yeah." Brian finally meets Justin's gaze. Justin looks away embarrassed, but he's not sure why he should be embarrassed since Brian seems to be completely comfortable talking about his sexuality. "How about you, Justin? Do you have a girlfriend?"
Taking a few seconds to take a drag, he decides that it can do no harm now to tell Brian his secret. "Uh, I'm gay too."
"Copycat," Brian jokes. Justin looks up at Brian, a little distressed looking. He sees the huge grin on Brian's face and starts laughing with him.
"Jerk," Justin says in mock indignation. That just sends Brian into another fit of laughter. It's contagious, and Justin can't help laughing too until they're both wiping at their eyes and holding their sides. After their laughing jag, Brian realizes that the joint has gone out. Brian decides not to light it again, so he puts it out completely and saves the roach for later.
Brian becomes serious again and asks, "Who else knows?"
"Just Daphne and a few of my friends."
"Your friends from last night?"
"Yeah, they all know, but that's about it. I'm dreading telling my parents."
"I've avoided that so far, and I intend to keep it that way." Brian pauses to deposit the roach into his stash box. "They don't give a shit about me as it is. I don't need to give them more ammunition."
Justin reaches out to Brian, moving a piece of hair out of his eyes. He can see a shimmering tear that is threatening to fall. "I'm sorry your childhood was like that. You're a much better person than they are." Justin pokes just a few fingers out of the long sweatshirt sleeve and traces a line down the side of Brian's face to his chin. He can feel the light stubble on his jaw line. He traces the curve of Brian's lower lip with the soft pad of his thumb.
They both lean forward at the same moment and their lips meet softly. Brian's hand finds its way into Justin's silky hair, and he uses it to pull Justin closer to him. Justin moans slightly and scoots even closer to Brian. Brian pulls away from Justin's lips and begins kissing Justin's face with featherweight kisses. His long fingers are constantly running through Justin's hair. In his heightened state of being stoned, Brian pulls away from the kisses to stare at his hand in Justin's hair. The way the moonlight shines on his golden locks, he would swear that Justin's hair was spun from silk and sunlight.
"So beautiful," Brian mutters.
Justin lets Brian have fun with his hair. He kisses Brian's lips, and then buries his head in the crook of Brian's neck. Brian's neck feels so warm against his cold nose. He nuzzles into Brian's neck and begins kissing and nibbling Brian's neck. Brian moans and closes his eyes. He pulls Justin away from his neck by the hair just hard enough that Justin gasps. Brian can tell by the glittering lust in Justin's eyes that he isn't being too rough. Justin responds to Brian's forceful tug exactly as he hopes. He lunges for Brian's lips and gives his bottom one a sharp and sexy bite. Brian kisses Justin aggressively, and Justin returns it equally.
When they finally pull away from each other, their lips are slightly swollen and wet, and their breaths are ragged and hard.
"Fuck," Brian says, happily surprised by Justin's ferocity. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Justin looks at Brian and his cheeks flush with color. "I dunno. It just felt right."
"I like it," Brian says smiling sexily. "Let's go inside. It's too cold out here."
He rises from the roof and stands in front of Justin, offering a hand to help him stand. As he's rising to stand, his eyes are drawn to the bulge in Brian's pants. Remembering that Brian isn't wearing underwear, he steps toward Brian and strokes the palm of his hand over the hard length of Brian's cock. He lifts his lips to kiss Brian and continues to stroke Brian through his jeans. He gets bolder as they kiss. He moves his hand under Brian's t-shirt, touching the sensitive flesh above Brian's fly. Justin deftly unbuttons Brian's top button. He snakes his hand in and touches Brian's bare and leaking cock.
Brian almost loses his balance on the slightly uneven roof. He stills Justin's hands and suggests, "Let's go inside before I fall off this roof." Justin notices the lust and need in Brian's eyes. His voice is all sultry and deep. Justin remembers to grab his shoes before following Brian inside through the window.
Brian walks quickly around the room, shutting off the large overhead light and turning on some of the smaller lights in the room. He walks to the bed and sits down, leaning back on his elbows. Justin, still standing unmoving in the middle of the room, has started to feel a little nervous and apprehensive, and Brian notices the tension as soon as he looks at him.
He beckons Justin over to the bed with a low, "C'mere."
Justin walks stiffly to the bed and sits on the very edge, facing forward. Brian stands up and crouches down in front of Justin, resting his hands on Justin's knees to keep his balance. Justin's focuses on him, and Brian can see the fear in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Justin?" Brian asks, rubbing Justin's knees with the thumbs of each hand.
He hesitates before answering, "I just got really nervous all of a sudden. I'm sorry." Justin looks down at Brian's hands. He reaches out his own hands to cover Brian's.
"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Justin looks up at Brian. "I know. I trust you. I want everything. I want you. I'm just a little afraid of what that means--everything is a lot."
Brian chuckles, "Yeah, it is, especially all in one night."
Justin loosens up a little and laughs with Brian. Justin decides the best way to proceed is to just dive in. He leans forward and nips at Brian's lips. He brings his hands up and pulls Brian into a crushing, passionate kiss. Justin feels Brian's hands travel over his thighs, past his hips and under his t-shirt. Brian's cold hands burn deliciously on his warm skin. Brian breaks the kiss and stands up to remove his sweater, revealing the black wife-beater underneath. Justin remains on the bed, staring up at Brian. Those lust-filled blue eyes seem so eager to please. Justin can see Brian's chest rising and falling quickly.
Justin rises from the bed to help Brian remove his remaining clothing. He pushes the black t-shirt up slowly over Brian's chest, his hands smoothing over Brian's defined muscles. Justin follows his instincts and begins kissing, licking and nibbling at Brian's exposed torso and neck.
Brian craves the feeling of Justin's bare skin against his. He pulls away from Justin and tugs at his sweatshirt and t-shirt. Both layers come off all at once in a flourish. Their bodies crash together, arms encircle and roam all over, mouths kissing everywhere. Brian's hands find their way to Justin's ass. He moans against Justin's mouth as he grabs a handful. Justin buries his face in Brian's neck, as Brian continues to grab handfuls of ass.
"Your ass is fucking perfect," he whispers.
Justin pulls away to mutter, "Thanks."
Brian surprises him by getting down on his knees in front of him. Justin watches from above as Brian unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Brian looks up at Justin intensely, his hazel eyes flashing and glossy. Satisfied that Justin wants him to continue, he pulls down his jeans and helps him step out of them. Justin pushes down his own underwear, and before he can even stand up straight, Brian has his mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's knees nearly buckle with the sudden sensation of Brian lips sucking his cock. Brian brings him off expertly and quickly. He warns Brian that he is about to come, but he continues, swallowing his load.
When Justin opens his eyes, Brian is standing in front of him with a smirk on his face. "That was so hot, Brian."
Brian doesn't say anything. He just leans in and kisses Justin slowly and thoroughly. Justin can still taste the faint taste of his own cum on Brian's tongue. Justin is eager to use all of Brian's techniques that he just learned.
He pulls Brian to the bed. "Take off your pants and lie down." Brian arches an eyebrow, but does as he's asked. Justin watches Brian settle himself onto the bed, and Justin eyes journey over Brian's nude body, finally settling on his large cock. Justin licks his lips and crawls between Brian's legs. He begins by licking up his shaft and across the head. He feels Brian shifting on the bed, so he pulls away and looks up.
"Just getting a better view," Brian explains.
Justin grins and lowers his head and takes Brian's cock in his mouth. He's given head to one other person before, but he was definitely not as big as Brian is. With a little difficulty, Justin finds a comfortable pace. Each time he pulls away, he tries to take more of Brian into his mouth. Finally, he is able to pull almost the entire length in. He swirls his tongue over Brian's head, pulls in a few more inches, and swallows around the head. Justin can feel Brian's cock begin to pulsate, and he knows that Brian is close.
"I'm gonna come." Justin keeps up his pace, and swallows his cum just as Brian had done. It doesn't taste bad at all. He kind of likes the taste, actually.
Justin crawls over Brian's legs and curls into Brian's chest. He lays his head on Brian's warm chest. He can still feel Brian's labored breathing, and as he presses his ear to his chest, he can hear his heart thumping away. Brian's fingers immediately wind their way into Justin's hair.
"Was that OK?" Justin asks not looking at Brian.
"Better than OK." Justin raises his head at that.
"Really?"
"Yeah, that might have been the best I've ever had."
Justin frowns, "You don't need to lie to make me feel good, you know."
"I'm not lying. It was really good."
Pleased with Brian's compliment, Justin rests his head on Brian's chest again. "Good."
Brian kisses the top of his head. Justin props himself up on one elbow and smiles down at Brian. "What's up?" Brian asks.
"I think that's it for tonight."
"OK. Whatever you're comfortable with."
"I do want more, but it's late. Maybe we can do this again," Justin says hopefully.
"Absolutely."
Justin's pale skin positively glows in the dim room's light, as he wanders around the room collecting his clothes. Brian watches from the bed as Justin puts his clothes back on. Justin approaches Brian with the sweatshirt. "Thanks for letting me use this."
"Take it with you. I'm sure it’s still cold out there."
Justin smiles and puts the sweatshirt on. Brian slips into his jeans and walks Justin to the door. They kiss softly at the door for a few moments.
"Later," Brian says, pulling away slightly.
"Later." Justin gives him a final kiss and walks out the door.
Brian watches Justin enter the house from the front window. I hope that wasn't a mistake.
Justin leans against the closed door, pulls the sweatshirt up to his face and inhales the scent of his…lover? Justin isn't sure what to call him--fucking beautiful!