Brian slowly opened his eyes, feeling warm. He was laying on his back with Justin's head on his chest and Justin's right leg over his left leg. He had never woken up with a trick in his bed. Especially not with one cuddled up with him.
He felt a surge of panic. What was he thinking?! Letting Justin stay? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Justin was staring up at him, until he felt a kiss on the side of his neck. Looking down into a pair od blue eyes, Brian felt calm. His panic disappeared.
Justin gave him a shy smile, causing Brian to smile back. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had never believed in love. Love always caused pain. Brian had always believed in sex. Maximum amount of pleasure, minimum amount of bullshit. But, now, one blond twink had changed that. He had never wanted a man as much as he wanted Justin, and it scared him.
Feeling Justin's tongue licking down his chest, he smiled in pleasure. Getting Justin's attention, he asked, "Ready for a shower?"
Justin smiled and nodded. They both got out of the bed, Justin wincing a little at the twinge in his ass, and made their way to the bathroom. When the water was warm, they both stepped under the spray. Seeing the water cascading down Justin's body, Brian's eyes grew dark with arousal.
Brian started running his hands up and down Justin's back, as they kissed. When they pulled apart, Brian looked into Justin's eyes and asked, "Are you up for another round?"
Justin smiled, his own blue eyes growing dark, and nodded. Absolutly!
Brian had no idea what Justin had signed, but he knew that it was good. 'I'm going to have to learn sign language.' Brian didn't kow where that thought had come from, but he realized that it was true. Suddenly he realized that he planned to have Justin around for a long time. And, for once, that thought didn't scare him. Too bad. It felt right, somehow.
He turned Justin to face the shower wall, and used the soap on his fingers as lube. When he knew that Justin was ready, he reached around the shower curtian, and plucked a condom out of a bowl. Ripping the package open, he rolled the condom onto his rigid shaft, and positioned himself at Justin's tight entrance. When he started pushing in, he sighed in appreciation. A few quick thrusts, and a few tugs on Justin's dick, and they were both shooting their loads. After quickly washing, they stepped out of the shower, and stepped into Brian's bedroom.
They were busy toweling each other off, and didn't notice that Michael was in the room, until he spoke.
"What the hell is he still doing here?!," Michael demanded.
Brian pulled away from Justin, causing Justin to look at him in confusion. Justin followed his line of sight and saw an angry looking Michael. Justin didn't know what to do, and he quickly fled back into the bathroom and shut the door.
Brian was furious. He was furious that his time with Justin had been interrupted. And, he was furious that Michael felt that he had the right to enter his home and start demanding answers.
"What I want to know is, what are you doing here?"
Michael looked surprised at Brian's angry tone. "I came to see if you were going to the diner. Now, answer my question. Why is he still here? Shouldn't he have been sent on his way when you were through last night?!"
Brian closed his eyes, for a moment, trying to hold onto his temper. "That's my buisness, Michael. Now, you should be on your way. I'm sure Ben's at the diner, waiting on you. I'll meet you all there."
Brian took a hold of Michael's elbow, leading him to the loft door. When he opened the door, he waited for Michael to leave. "Now, wait a minute--" Michael started, only to be interrupted by Brian.
"Goodbye, Michael." Brian said, before he gently pushed Michael out into the hallway, and shut the loft door.