Author's Note:Thanks for all of your lovely reviews!
Brian and Justin had finished the medium pizza that Brian had ordered, and had started talking. They talked about Brian's passion (advertising), Justin's passion (art), and Gus (Brian's son). Brian also found out that, as he had thought, Justin was a hustler.
It was midnight, before they decided to call it a night. Justin was yawning so much, he could barely talk. Justin had to admit that he had had fun. More fun than he had had in a while. A long while. But, then he remembered who and what he was and his suspisious nature kicked in.
"So, Brian, what do you want?" he asked before yawning.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play obtuse, Brian. Do you want a blowjob, a handjob, a fuck? What?"
Brian looked at Justin and had to admit that he was beautiful. In reality, Brian wanted all the things that the blonde had just mentioned. But, for some reason he wanted to earn the young man's trust. And he knew, without a doubt, that if he accepted anything sexual from Justin right then, he wouldn't get it.
"I never thought I'd tell a guy this, but you can sleep on the couch for tonight."
Justin looked confused. "Why?" Then, his confusion turned to anger. "You think you're too good for me? Because of what I am?"
Brian shook his head, "No. Not at all. But... I want us to be friends. Trust each other. I'll admit that I'm attracted to you, Justin. But I'm not going to act on it. Not yet." When Justin realized that Brian hadn't said that he never wanted him, he gave him a slightly shy smile.
Brian walked to a small closet. Retrieving a blanket and a pillow, he walked back over to Justin. Handing them to the young man, he leaned over and gave Justin a soft kiss. "Goodnight, Justin," he whispered before walking to his own bed.
Justin laid down and covered up, not being able to remove the smile that was on his face. Brian had kissed him. Him! Granted, it hadn't been a long kiss or a passionate one. But, it had been better. It was a kiss that held a promise. A promise of more to come.
Within a few minutes, he was asleep. His dreams were filled with a hazel-eyed man playing the lead.