Justin woke up to the exquisite feeling of Brian’s hard body rubbing against him.  He yawned softly.  His body hummed from the intense fucking from last night.  It had been an amazing evening.  Brian did everything to him.  Everything put penetration.  Brian had given him a hand job and a blowjob.  Brian had oiled their bodies and they’d kissed and rubbed their hard cocks together until both of them had exploded.  Brian had rimmed him and stroked his cock at the same time until Justin’s body felt as it was literally melting in the mattress.   And if the hard cock pressing against his ass was any indication Brian was ready to go again.  

He smiled, “Mornin’ Brian.”

“Mmmm,” Brian answered.  His hard cock pressed between the cheeks of Justin’s ass.  His hands were wrapped around Justin’s cock gently stroking the thick hard length.  “Are you up for another round?”  

Justin looked down as his hard straining cock.  Precum was leaking from his slit.  “Oh, yeah,” he breathed, “I’m up for it.”  Justin thought he’d cum before Brian entered his welcoming ass.  

Brian lifted Justin’s leg over his hip.  Brian positioned his already sheathed and lubed cock at Justin’s quivering hole and thrust firmly.   He firmly kissed his shoulder and Justin moaned.  Another soft moan escaped Justin’s throat as Brian set an intense pace of stroking in and out of Justin’s quivering hole.   Justin leaned his head back against Brian’s shoulder.   Brian leaned over and captured his lips.  The kiss was a little awkward to maintain at their position but somehow they managed.  Justin let out his moan of pleasure in Brian’s mouth as his cock spurted his juices over Brian’s hand and over his own chest.  Brian vigorously sucked down Justin’s moans as he too reached his orgasm filling his condom.   Their breathing was heavy and harsh.  Brian eased his softening cock from Justin’s ass. 

Brian flipped Justin over on his back and smiled at him wickedly.  Justin could only watched mesmerized as Brian sucked his cum from his fingers and then licked the cum from Justin’s chest.  He trailed his tongue up Justin’s chest past his Adam’s apple, up his chin.  He licked Justin’s lips before sinking his tongue in his mouth.  Justin sucked Brian’s tongue hungrily tasting himself on his tongue.

They both lay back.  Basking in the afterglow of fucking.  Justin never knew it could be like this.  That he could feel so wired, so hot and so content at the same time.  Brian brought out all of those feelings in him.  It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt.

Brian pulled the condom off his cock, threw it in the ashtray and lit a cigarette.  He too was deep in thought.  He couldn’t believe how much he cared for the young man in his arms.  It didn’t take him long to realize he was lost to Justin the first time their eyes locked.  The moment his eyes locked with Justin’s sparkling blue eyes he knew he had found what he said he didn’t believe in.  His soul mate.  All the bullshit he’d told himself about love, commitment sounded hollow now.  He ran his long fingers through Justin’s soft golden locks.  

Justin turned to face Brian.  He kissed his chest and laid his head on Brian’s chest.  “Brian have you ever been in love before?”

Brian exhaled and watched his smoke drift from his mouth before he answered.  “When I was in high school I thought I was in love with my soccer coach.  It didn’t take me long to realize what I was in was lust.”  Brian resumed running his finger through Justin’s soft locks.  “Why do you ask?”

Justin hesitated.  Brian could feel the hesitation in Justin.  He lifted Justin’s face up so he could look in his eyes.  He repeated his question, “Why do you ask?”

Justin swallowed nervously,  “I…I um…I have feelings for you.”

This didn’t come as a surprise to Brian.  Justin was so open with his emotions.  He’d realized the first night they had fucked that Justin had become emotionally attached.  Not to mention he was vulnerable because of everything he had been through and the threats on his life.  Brian was worried about how much of what Justin was feeling was based on the fact that he saw Brian as his protector and savior.  Although Brian didn’t mind Justin depending on him for protection he wanted more from him in a relationship.

“Justin are you confusing gratitude and appreciation with lust and desire?”  Brian didn’t want to use caring and loving just yet.  Actually he was afraid to utter those words.  Afraid that Justin would laugh in his face.

Justin looked at Brian earnestly, “Brian I know the difference between gratitude, lust, desire and love.  I care for you, Brian.   I care for you very deeply.  Fuck it!”  Justin decided to just put the cards on the table.  “I love you Brian.  There I’ve said it now deal with it.  I’m not confused.  I know what I feel for you.  I can understand if you don’t feel the same way, but don’t try to demean my feelings.”

“Justin I’d never try to demean your feelings.  I just want us to be cautious.  I don’t know if I’m right for you,” he gave a derisive snort, “I’m certainly too old for you.  Justin not long ago…less than a year ago to be exact I had a reputation as the Stud of Liberty Avenue.  I tricked every night.  I never fucked the same guy twice and I had a taste for kink that would probably make you blush.  Justin the number of men I’ve fucked is probably in the thousands.”

“Wow!”  Justin was astounded at the number.  “That’s a lot of men!  Still it doesn’t mean anything.  They were just fucks.  I think you are the right age for me, and I don’t care about your past, Brian.  I’m interested in your present; our future.  And as for your taste in kink, maybe you can teach me some of that stuff and we can do it together.”

Brian’s breath caught in his throat, “So you want to learn a little kink?”

“I want to learn anything that will give both of us pleasure.   I want to be with you Brian.  You’re all I think about now.  I’ve thought ahead to when all of this is over and we catch whoever is trying to hurt me.  I’ve asked myself what I wanted in my future.”

“What did you come up with?”

“When I look in the future I see myself back at PIFA, working somewhere to support myself, but most importantly I see myself with you.  You are all I want Brian,” he stated emphatically.

Brian stared at Justin for a long time before he leaned down and captured his lips in a soft urgent kiss.  He didn’t know if it was wise but he believed him.  

He broke the kiss and smiled down at the serious young man looking up at him.  “Justin, I don’t know how good I’ll be in a relationship.  I’ve never really had a boyfriend.  Justin, my motto has always been *I don’t believe in love, I believe in fucking.  It’s honest and efficient with the least amount of bullshit and the maximum amount of pleasure.  I always thought love was something straight people told themselves they were in to get laid.*”

Justin entwined his fingers with Brian’s, “What do you believe now?” he asked quietly.

“Now I believe I might want to rethink my philosophy.   We will have to take it slow Justin.  I don’t want to hurt you because I do something wrong.  My parents weren’t exactly shining examples on love and relationships.”

“Neither were mine.  That’s okay.  We’ll do it together, Brian.  We know what we want out of a relationship.  We’ll just have to make sure we give each other what matters most.”

“What’s that?”  Brian felt like Justin was the teacher and he his eager student.

“We will give of ourselves.  We will be open and honest with our feelings.  We’ll always talk to each other.”

Brian groaned, “Do we have to be lezzy about it?”

Justin playfully punched him in the shoulder, “No, we will be homos about it and get it right,” he laughed.

“Justin I want you to know that I don’t expect monogamy from you.  You are still young and inexperienced.  There are so many things you haven’t experienced;  Babylon, the backroom of Babylon, the baths, orgies.  When I was your age I was fucking every guy I met,” Brian let out a derisive snort, “Until recently I still was.  Justin, if you see a guy that you want to fuck then go for it.  As long as that is all it is and at the end of the evening you come home to me.  If you find someone that you want to be with…have a relationship with let me know.  I don’t want to lose you but, I want you to be happy, even if you find that happiness with another man.  Just don’t sneak around and lie to me.”

Justin started to tell Brian he’d never want to be with another man but he remained silent.  If Brian needed to give him this freedom to be in a relationship with him he’d accept his little stipulation.

“Okay Brian.  I promise I’ll never lie to you and IF I fall in love with someone else I’ll tell you.  And as for all the other stuff.  I do want to experience it; Babylon, the backroom, the Bath’s, orgies, but I want to experience them with you.”

That seemed to satisfy Brian.  “So maybe we can try this….relationship thing then,” he tentatively said.

  “I’d like that.  We’ll just keep at it until we get it right.  Even if it takes us forever.”

Brian tightened his fingers around Justin’s, “Planning on spending forever with me?”

“Yeah,” Justin gave him a Sunshine smile, “that’s the plan.”
  ***********************
 
Justin’s morning PT appointment with Emmett was a little longer than usual.  Emmett smiled slyly at Brian as he escorted Justin into the PT room.   Brian knew that as soon as the Physical Therapy session was over all the fags on Liberty Avenue would know he escorted Justin to his appointment again.  Emmett was the Queen of Liberty Avenue gossip.

Of course Emmett was his beautiful flamboyant self in a neon green lab coat.  And he actually was not as surprised this time to see Brian arrive with Justin. Brian came into the room and he was more active in the session than in the last appointment.  Emmett was so amazed with Justin’s progress in only a couple of days he added a few new exercises to his regime.  Emmett gushed over the strength Justin was building in his right hand.  His grasp and control had improved tremendously.

“Mmmm baby, I see someone has been working with you,” Emmett gave Brian a sly look.  “What have the two of you been using to strengthen your grasp?”

Brian smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Emmett laughed at Brian’s answer as Justin blushed. After his session with Emmett, Justin had a follow up appointment with Dr. Bruckner.   Brian sat in the waiting room.  

Justin made himself comfortable in the chair facing Ben’s desk.  Ben pulled out a new tape and put it in the recorder for their session.  Ben noticed that Justin seemed calmer and more relaxed than he’d had in his previous visit.  Ben took in the new haircut and the new clothes but it was more than that.  Justin wasn’t as pale or as nervous.  Justin seemed happy.   Actually he was glowing.  He looked like a young man in love.  That assessment worried him more than he wanted to admit.

Ben started the recorder, “How have you been Justin?”

Justin’s smile lit up his face, “I’m doing much better.  I’ve been out in public and I’m not uncomfortable being touched by my family and friends anymore.  I still draw up when a stranger comes too close but as long as Brian is around I’m okay.”

Ben felt a wave of jealousy wash over him and he pushed it down, “Do you think it’s wise to become so attached to a *friend* this early?  You are still emotionally vulnerable.  I don’t want you to become dependent on someone that may not be…..reliable.  I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

“Brian and I are more than just friends….much more.  He’d never hurt me,” Justin stated adamantly.

Ben recognized the look on Justin’s face.  He’d seen it many times before.  Justin was in love.  He decided to warn him about Brian.  He told himself he was doing this for Justin’s mental well-being not because he was jealous.

“You are aware that Mr. Kinney has quite a reputation on Liberty Avenue?”

“Yeah, Brian told me about it.  It’s his past.  It has nothing to do with us now.”

Ben wanted to say more.  But he felt to say anything else against Brian would only alienate him from Justin.   He didn’t want to destroy their patient/doctor relationship.  He changed his line of questioning.

”How are the nightmares?  Are you sleeping better?”

Justin thought about all the energy he’d been using lately keeping up with Brian’s insatiable sexual appetite.  Of course he reasoned that his sexual appetite had become as voracious as Brian’s.

He gave Ben an enigmatic smile, “I’m usually very tired and …sated every night.  I don’t have much energy left for nightmares.”

Ben had a good idea how he tired himself out each night. He’d fucked Brian before he knew the man could go all night long.  He imagined Justin was very sated and tired each night.  He shook the thoughts off.  He reminded himself that Justin was his patient not a potential lover.  He needed to behave as a professional.  “Have you remembered anything else about the attack?”

Justin scrunched up his face, “Maybe.  I don’t know.  The other day I had a bad reaction to Det. Stockwell.”

That statement piqued Ben’s interest, “What type of reaction?  Can you expound on your feelings?”

“I don’t know how to explain it.  I heard his voice and it just made me uneasy.  I’ve been around him before so I couldn’t figure out why I was so uneasy about him.”  Justin shrugged his shoulders, “I’m probably just reacting to the fact that he is a homophobic prick.”

Ben had to laugh at Justin’s colorful yet accurate description of Stockwell.  “Yeah,” he agreed.  “It’s well known in our community.”  Ben didn’t think Justin’s uneasiness around Stockwell was anything to be concerned about.  Justin was just reacting to Stockwell’s obvious disdain for Gay men.  Ben changed the subject.  They spent the rest of the session talking about how Justin was adjusting to his life and if he’d thought about his future goals.  Ben glanced at the clock and realized Justin’s hour was over.  “Let’s call this a wrap for today.  If you remember anything or need to talk just call the office.  If it’s after hours my answering service will take the message.  You are one of my priority patients.  The service will make sure I get your message.”

Justin smiled his gratitude.  “Thanks, Dr. Bruckner.”

Ben cut off the recorder and leaned his forearms on his desk.  “Justin can I make a personal comment?  Or you can call it advice.  This is not as patient to doctor but as friend to friend?”

He seemed so serious Justin was a little apprehensive about what he was going to say.  “Sure, Dr. Bruckner.”

“You’ve only known Brian for a short time.  I understand how it feels to be caught up in the moment.  Brian is a very handsome, and I’ve been told he can also be a very charming man. I know you think you are in love with Brian…”

Justin opened his mouth to protest but Ben held up his hand to silence him.  “Hear me out Justin.”

Justin clamped his lips shut.  His mouth turned into a tense drawn line but he listened.

“Maybe you are in love with Brian, but I’ve known him for many years.  I don’t know if he has the emotional maturity to love another person.  At least not to the extent that I think you want him to love you.  I’m just telling you this because you’ve been through enough pain.  I don’t want to see you hurt emotionally.”

Justin stood up.  He was angry but he clamped that anger down.  He couldn’t stop Dr. Bruckner from believing the worst about Brian but he’d be damn if he listened to anyone insult Brian.

“Since you are giving me this advice as a friend I’ll call you Ben.  As my friend, Ben, I can only expect you to accept my relationship about Brian, and keep any negative comments about him to yourself.  I love him, I respect him, but most importantly I trust him.  Brian has a lot of love to give.  He’s been unfortunate that he’s only met men who were interested in his big cock, not his big heart.  I am interested in both.  I’m not saying Brian won’t hurt me, but I know he won’t do it on purpose.  He loves me and I love him.  I thank you for your concern.  It’s not needed or wanted so butt the fuck out!”  Justin took a deep breath closed his eyes and when he opened them he felt calmer.  “Now, Dr. Bruckner, I’ll set up another appointment with the receptionist on the way out.”

Justin walked to the door.  He paused with his hand on the door knob.  “And for the record Ben you don’t *know* Brian you just fucked him.” Justin walked out the door and closed it softly behind him.  Ben was left sitting behind his desk shocked.  He realized young Justin could be very protective and supportive of his man when he was in love.  Ben didn’t doubt for a moment that Justin loved Brian.  He just hoped Justin didn’t live to regret it.

 Justin didn’t tell Brian about the last part of his session with Ben.  He didn’t want Brian to have any doubts or second thoughts about their budding relationship.  He knew Brian could tell he was a little tense but he managed to get away with telling him he was frustrated because the session didn’t help him remember anything.  Brian bought his excuse and told him not to worry about anything he’d remember in time.

It was late afternoon when Brian and Justin were back in the Jeep heading towards the Museum to meet his mom and sister. Justin knew they would have an early dinner, but he didn’t think his stomach could wait that long.

“Brian.” 

Brian knew that tone of voice he’d heard it many times over the last few days.  It the tone Justin used when he was hungry.  “Yes, Justin.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Why am I not surprised?” he mocked.

“There is a pretzel stand on the corner by the museum.  Do you want to share one before we go in?” Justin asked hopefully.  “Please share one with me.  They are filling and I just want something to tie me over until we eat dinner with Mom and Molly.”

Brian smiled indulgently, “I tell you what, I’ll get you one, you eat what you can and throw the rest a way.  How does that sound?"

Justin laughed at Brian's squeamishness.   “Fine, but you don’t know what you are missing.”

"I'll take my chances,” he told Justin.  Brian parked the car in the garage under the museum.  He left his guns and holster in the trunk of the jeep.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to enter the museum wearing them. They walked out of the garage and passed the front entrance of the museum to the pretzel stand. Justin ordered his pretzel with a side order of honey mustard. Brian had to admit that it actually smelled very appetizing, but he had a thing about eating food from street vendors. He just didn't do it. Justin however didn’t seem to have a problem. When the vendor handed him the concoction, Justin took a huge bite and enjoyed the salty flavor of the pretzel mixed with the sweet tangy flavor of the honey mustard.

"Brian are you sure you don’t want any?” Justin asked with his mouth full.

“I’m sure.” Brian said, but he couldn't stop himself from leaning over and licking the little dab of mustard that was on the corner of Justin’s mouth. 

“Brian, people are looking,” Justin said blushing.  He was still very uncomfortable with PDA's away from the safety of Liberty Avenue.

“Yeah, AND…” Brian responded still holding him close.  Brian didn’t care what heteros thought about his display of affection.  If they didn’t want to see it they could look the other way or close their eyes.  He really didn’t care.

"And nothing I guess,” Justin responded.  He looked up at Brian and smiled.  If Brian wanted to show his affection to him in public then he’d be just as affectionate.  

They sat on the steps of the museum while Justin ate.    He wasn’t allowed to bring the food inside so he had to finish before they went in. They sat in a comfortable silenced and people watched.  Justin was about to comment on a pair of ugly pants a guy had on when he heard it. Violin music. Justin stood up and looked in the direction that the music was coming from.   A little ways down from the pretzel stand a small crowd of people were gathered listening to a young man playing his violin.  

“Oh, my fucking gawd!”  Justin said stunned.  He had known eventually he'd run into Ethan he just didn't know it would be so soon.  He didn't even know if he was prepared to see him.  It didn't matter he knew there was nothing that was going to keep him away from that corner.  Justin stood up.

“What’s wrong?” Brian stood beside Justin suddenly concerned with his change of mood.

“It’s Ethan.” Justin said as he made his way down the sidewalk towards the small crowd. Brian followed closely beside him. As Justin reached the crowd Ethan had just finished the piece he was playing.  The crowd applauded and began to disburse.  He watched as Ethan counted the money that had been placed in his violin case before placing the violin in the case and closing the lid.

“Hello, Ethan.”  Justin couldn't believe his voice sounded so normal.

“Justin!” Ethan turned around startled to see Justin standing in front of him.  Ethan was even more surprised at how good Justin looked.  His hair was longer than the last time he’d seen Justin.  His hair was styles so that the bangs fell softly over his forehead.  The back of his hair was long enough to brush the collar of the blue cashmere sweater that molded to his lithe upper body.  Ethan vaguely wondered when Justin acquired a taste for cashmere.  Just wore a pair of designer jeans that hugged his body in all the right places.  He was absolutely gorgeous and still sexy.  

“Oh my gawd look at you!”  Ethan took a step forward to give Justin a hug. Justin instinctively stepped back and found himself pressed up against Brian’s hard body. Ethan couldn’t help but notice Brian’s hand snake around Justin’s waist in a possessive manner.

"Are you okay?"  Brian leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Justin caressed the hands holding him tightly.  "I'm fine," he assured Brian.  He felt Brian's hands relax.  He turned his attention back to Ethan.

“How are you Ethan?"

"I'm okay.  I should be asking you that questions?"

Justin shrugged nonchalantly, "As you can see I'm fine."

Justin was pleased to see Ethan eye him hungrily.  He was so glad he'd gotten the haircut and the new clothes.  He knew he looked good.  For some perverse reason he was happy to see the longing in Ethan's eyes for what he would never have again.  Mainly him.

"Still playing on street corners I see," Justin mocked.  "Some things never change.  After almost two years I thought you'd be with the Pittsburgh orchestra."  Justin knew that was just one of many stepping-stones Ethan always said would be on his path to greatness.  "So how’s... Eric?  That is his name isn't it?” Justin asked not holding back any punches.

Ethan paled.  He swallowed before answering, “Well, um, Eric and I broke up. I’m with Steve now. He is a music major also."

Justin gave a short humorless laugh.  “Uh huh, you just don’t let the bed get cold do ya? Well, you know what?  Who you fuck, and I used the term lightly, is none of my business. But I did think we had enough of a friendship or some type of relationship that you would at least try to find out if I was dead or a live.”

Ethan blanched at Justin's open hostility.  He looked up at the tall man standing behind him.  The man was staring angrily at him.   Ethan attempted to defend himself, “For a couple of months, Justin I came to the hospital to see you.  I didn’t know if you would ever wake up.   It’s not like we were really a couple anymore.  I mean the night you got hurt you broke up with me.  Besides, I think I would have heard if you had died.  I’m glad you are okay." 

Ethan looked as if he wanted to say more but just then a young blonde kid that looked like he'd barely turned 18, if that, walked over and kissed Ethan on the cheek.  The kid held tightly to Ethan.  Justin looked at the kid and smirked.  *It figured,* he thought to himself. *A young inexperienced kid was all that Ethan could handle.  The boy was probably fresh out of high school.*

Ethan introduced him, "Justin this is Steve," he hesitated, "My boy-boyfriend."

"Hey," Steve greeted him softly.  

Ethan didn't like the way Steve's eyes traveled over both Justin and Brian.  He could tell that Steve was very attracted to both of them.  He moved closer to protect his boyfriend.  It was getting harder and harder to find them so innocent.

Brian reached his hand out to shake Ethan's, "I'm Justin's boyfriend."  

Justin tilted his head back to smile up at Brian.  He liked hearing Brian call him boyfriend.  Brian leaned down to brush his lips against Justin’s.  

Ethan raked his eyes over Brian and back to Justin. "I see you didn't waste any time either," Ethan sneered.  His voice was laced with jealousy.

Justin smiled up at Brian.  "Not when I see what I've always wanted."

That comment got a tight squeeze from Brian.  Ethan couldn't believe how comfortable the two were with each other.  Justin had only been out of his coma for a little over a month and he and this...this Brian were acting like they'd been together much longer.  He hated Brian on sight.  He was everything Ethan always wanted to be.  Brian was tall, handsome and Ethan could tell everything Brian had on was designer from the black silk t-shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders to the tight black jeans that hugged his muscular thighs.  Ethan couldn’t afford one but he knew a Hugo Boss leather jacket when he was one.  Plus the shades Brian had perched on top of his perfectly styled hair had a designer emblem on them.   Ethan felt short, drab and flabby next to Brian.  His eyes caught Brian’s.  The arrogant bastard had the audacity to smirk at him.  Ethan could tell Brian knew everything he had been thinking.  He hated the bastard even more.

"Are you through talking with your little friend Sunshine?"  Brian asked.  

Ethan bristled at being called Justin's little friend.  He was Justin's ex-lover damn it.  Ethan could hear the utter boredom in Brian's voice directed at him.  Ethan was use to people being impressed with him.  He could tell by the way Brian was looking at him he thought he was slime.

"Ethan, I’ll see you around.  I hope you and Steve are happy together.” Justin realized he had no animosity towards Ethan.  Ethan paled in significance to what he shared with Brian.  Justin turned slightly and wrapped his arm around Brian’s waist and the two walked off toward the entrance of the Museum.

Ethan couldn't believe that he'd just been dismissed so casually.  Justin had replaced him only a month or so after coming out of his coma.  Ethan stood staring after him; he was shocked to see Justin, but was in awe of the beautiful man walking with him. Justin had moved on, and rather nicely.   Ethan’s ego huge blow knowing Justin had replaced him without a backwards glance.  Ethan turned his attention back to his current muse.  Steve's was watching the beautiful couple walk away also.  Ethan grabbed his hand and turned him in the opposite direction.  He wanted to get as far away from Justin and Brian as he possibly could.  

Brian and Justin walked into the front door of the museum before Brian spoke.  “Want to talk about it?”

Justin thought about it for a few seconds.  "No, he’s my past. There really isn’t anything worth talking about where he is concerned.”

“He was your first?” Brian asked quietly.

Justin stopped walking and looked at Brian.  He pulled Brian down a long hallway and into the men's room.  They took the end stall where they could speak privately.  Justin locked the door behind them.  He leaned against the stall door.

“Ethan was the first guy I had sex with, the first guy I thought I was in love with, but I did not know what sex…fucking was until a few nights ago...with you," Justin let those words sink in before he continued. "And as for being in love with him…I was in love with being in love.  I was young, naïve and completely caught up in the fantasy and romance of being in love.  I thought Ethan was my dream man.  It didn't take me long to tire of my romantic ideas and Ethan.  I was tired of all those weak, soft, sweet emotions.  I wanted real, strong emotions backed by strong actions.  Ethan didn't know how to give me that.  After awhile the sex became routine and I was just bored with our relationship.  It’s just like Ethan said.  The night I was attacked I’d broken off our relationship.  I got home early and I walked in on him fucking another guy. As bad as the sex was and as unhappy as I was with him I never cheated on Ethan. That was one of the reasons seeing him just now bothered me. Some of the old anger was still around.  It’s gone now.  I have no real feelings left for him and I don’t want his presence to ruin our day."  

He pushed away from the wall of the stall to hug Brian.  Brian wrapped his strong arms around Justin and held him tightly.  Justin realized that he was locked inside a bathroom stall with Brian.  He looked up at Brian with a wicked grin  " Hey, you know what?  I've never fucked in a public place before."

Brian gave him a wicked smile, "I can change that."
Brian dropped to his knees and pulled Justin firmly to him.  Brian had Justin's pants down and around his ankles in seconds.  Justin gripped Brian's shoulders as Brian swallowed his cock to the root. Justin's dick felt like it was wrapped in hot wet velvet.  Brian's strawberry lips brushed against the soft curly hair at Justin's groin.  Justin threw his head back and his hips bucked sending his cock deeper in Brian's mouth.  Brian's head bobbed up and down setting a fast urgent pace that had Justin shooting his thick hot cum down Brian's throat in seconds. Justin choked off his cry of passion clenching his jaw tightly to keep from screaming. 

 As he basked in the glow of his orgasm Brian expertly maneuvered him to lean against the stall door.  Justin marveled at how quickly Brian sheathed and lubed his cock.  Justin wondered how many times Brian had repeated the same motion in countless restrooms.   The thought was quickly obliterated from Justin's mind as Brian entered him in a single thrust.  Brian laid his head on Justin's shoulder and groaned in pleasure.  His hot breath heating the patch of skin just below Justin's ear.  Justin turned his head and locked his lips with his lover's tasting himself in their heated kiss.  
 
Their fucking was fast urgent and the most erotic pleasure Justin had ever experienced in his life.  Justin tried to be quite but the pleasure was too intense.  Throaty moans and groans escaped his clenched lips as Brian pounded in to his ass lifting him up on the tip of his toes with each thrust.   Justin heard that sexy, deep throaty groan Brian made when he was cumming.  The force of Brian's last thrust lifted Justin toes off the ground.  Brian's arm tightened around his waist holding him firmly against his chest as his cock buried deeply in his ass pulsated spilling its juices.  
 
Their harsh, heavy breathing filled the small stall.  The heady smell of their fucking permeated the air around them.  Justin's entire body weight went slack against Brian.   He felt heat, flush; yet energized.  Brian was the first to regain his composure.  He turned Justin to face him leaned him against the door, captured his hands above his head and kissed him.  Justin sucked hungrily at Brian's mouth.  Savoring the taste of his lover's spit spiced with his cum.

Brian had his clothes zipped and button up in a matter of seconds.  He looked cool, casual and gorgeous.  Every hair in place.  Nothing betrayed that he'd just fucked his lover in a bathroom stall.  

It took Justin a little longer to adjust his clothing.  He wasn't as experienced in getting himself back together after such an intense bout of public fucking.  They finally stepped out of the stall.  

A heavyset, middle-aged man in a business suit stood by the sink washing his hands.  When Justin approached the sink the man turned and gave him a leering smile.  Justin blushed bright red.  It didn't take a genius to know the man had heard him and Brian fucking.  Brian stepped between Justin and the man and stared the businessman down.  The man quickly dropped his eyes, finished washing his hands and hurried from the restroom.  

Brian turned back to Justin and kissed him on the temple.  "Don't let him throw you."  

 Justin gave a shy smile, "It's a little.weird knowing he heard us."  Then his smile grew sexy, "But it's sorta exciting too.  You know what I mean?"

Brian leaned his hip against the sink and smiled back, "Yeah, having someone around or listening to you getting off or watching you get off can be a big turn on."  A few more men entered the restroom.  "Let's get out of here."

Justin finished drying his hands.  "Okay.  Come on let me show you some of my favorite paintings."  

Justin grabbed Brian's hand and led him back into the museum.  Justin led Brian into a room that held two of his favorite paintings. He told Brian how he used to come and sit there for hours at a time studying every detail trying to replicate the artist's strokes. Brian was amazed by the passion that Justin portrayed as he talked about some of the works and the details behind the inspiration. He could see Justin was just as passionate about art as he was about fucking. 

An hour had passed and Ethan was long forgotten.  Justin and Brian were barely a quarter of the way through the museum when Justin checked his watch.  It was time for his mother and Molly.  He'd told them to meet him in the reception area.  He and Brian made their way there.  His mother and Molly were waiting for them.

"Justin, Justin," Molly yelled running straight to him.

"Hey Mollusk," Justin said as he bent down and enveloped Molly in a huge bear hug.   He released her and walked over to his mother.  "I'm glad you came Mom," he kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug as well.  

Jennifer's arms wrapped tightly around him holding him close.  Then it dawned on her what was happening.  She pulled back to look at her son, "Justin, you're hugging me."

"Do you want me to stop?" Justin asked somewhat confused

"No, baby, I am just surprised! I could barely touch you before and now you're hugging me!" Jennifer was amazed. She was smiling with tears in her eyes. Brian could see where Justin's sunshine smile came from.  "The therapy with Dr. Bruckner is really working wonders."

 Justin turned to smile up at his handsome protector.  "Among other things."

The look that passed between Justin and Brian didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer.  She intended to have a talk with Brian.  Justin was a young inexperienced and impressionable boy.  She would not have him corrupted or taken advantage of by a man with much more experience than he had.

They walked through the museum.  Jennifer made sure that she was between Justin and Brian.  Justin and Jennifer knew the museum like the back of their hands. It was their place; the two took Molly and Brian under their wings pointing out interesting facts.   Jennifer and Justin wanted them to love the museum as much as they did. After a few more hours of touring the museum they headed upstairs to the Museum's restaurant.

Molly was taken with Brian.  Since her Mother was beside Justin she had Brian to herself.  Molly looked up at Brian with innocence and said, "You and Justin smell a like."

 "Yeah we do," Brian glanced at Justin and gave him a secretive smile. 

Justin smiled back.  That was another benefit to fucking his boyfriend, the spicy expensive cologne he wore usually rubbed off on Justin's clothes or skin during their encounters.  He loved walking around or drifting off to sleep with Brian's scent on his skin.

They went to dinner and Molly had the honor of sitting next to Brian in the museum restaurant.  Jennifer was amazed by the changes in Justin in such a short time. She noticed he had his haircut and he was wearing new clothes. She was more amazed at the inner changes in him. He seamed more open and not as afraid as he was when he first awaken from the coma. She hated to admit it, but maybe staying with Brian had helped him.   She was very apprehensive about what was going on between them.  Justin looked at Brian with such love and devotion.  She knew that look.  She'd worn it on her face when she fell in love with Justin's father.  In the end that love had caused her great pain.  She didn't want her son to go through that same kind of pain.  

After they made their dinner orders Jennifer stood up.  "Justin I'm going to let you have a little alone time with your sister.  You don't mind if I steal Brian away for a few minutes?  We'll just be over in the sitting area."  She pointed to the sitting area.

Justin locked eyes with Brian silently seeking his agreement.  Brian nodded his approval.  Justin turned to his mother, "Sure Mom.  If you aren't here I can aggravate Mollusk," he said playfully ruffling her long blond hair.

She squealed and tried to remove his hand from her head.  Jennifer smiled watching her two children together.  She turned and walked away from the table Brian right behind her.  They took a seat at the far end of the sitting area where Brian could keep a close eye on Justin.

Jennifer got right to the point, "Have you seduced and fucked my son?"

Brian was honest, "Yes."  Although as Brian thought about it his young boyfriend had seduced him.  He wasn't about to tell Jennifer that.

"You are too experienced and too old for him," she admonished.

Brian looked over at his boyfriend talking animatedly and laughing with his sister.  "He doesn't seem to think so.  I agree with him."

Jennifer let out a harsh sigh, "I trusted you with him.  You promised to protect him.  Not seduce and fuck him.  I don't want to see my son hurt when you callously discard him when this.. assignment of protecting him is over."

Brian bristled.  He wasn't used to explaining himself to anyone but because this was Justin's mother he made an exception, "I will not hurt Justin.  I certainly have no intentions of discarding Justin when I've eliminated the threat to his life.  Justin knows that.  AND that's as much as I'm going to discuss with you.  If you want to know anything else you will have to talk with Justin."  He could tell Jennifer wasn't satisfied with his answers but as far as he was concerned he'd already told her more than he wanted her to know.  

She stood up.  "Let's return to our table.  Oh, and Mr. Kinney, my son has been through enough pain in his life.  If you hurt my son I'll cut off your balls and stuff them down your throat," She gave him a sweet smile before turning on her heels and walking away.  

As Brian followed behind her, he had no doubt she meant every word she said.  Time passed quickly.  After dinner they made their way to an ice cream shop for desert and coffee.  Justin wasn't even sure how long they had been sitting at the booth talking and laughing.  Molly fell asleep with her head on Brian's shoulder. Justin was feeling a little sluggish himself.  He and Brian had been out since early that morning.

Jennifer was sad to see Justin leave, but she agreed that he needed to rest. Brian promised that they would set up another visit soon and he would keep her informed of the progress of the case. Neither Brian nor Justin felt they should tell her about the last attempt on his life. He was fine and they didn't want to worry her anymore than she already was. Brian and Justin walked with Jennifer to her car and Brian carried a still sleeping Molly and placed her in the seat belt in the back seat of Jennifer's SUV. 

Brian and Justin waited for Jennifer to drive off before heading for the Jeep.  

Justin turned to Brian, "What did you and my Mom talk about?"

Justin wrapped his arms around Justin's waist and pulled him close, "She told me if I hurt you she'd cut off my balls and shove them down my throat."  

Justin gasped in surprise, "My Mom said that!"  He couldn't believe his perfectly mannered Mom would even say something like that.  His Mom had really changed in the last two years.  "Wow! My Mom never used language like that before.  I'm sorry that she said those things to you.  I'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

Brian squeezed his waist affectionately, "Don't worry about.  She'll never get to my balls."

Justin grinned, "Yeah, because you're too fast for her."

"No," Brian stopped and looked down at Justin.  "I'm not worried because I don't intend to hurt you."

Justin believed him.

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 When they returned to the loft they were tired from the long day.  They took a long hot shower together; Justin watched a little TV as Brian worked on the computer.  Justin must have dozed the last thing he remembered was Brian lifting him off the sofa and putting him in bed.  He rolled up under him and drifted off into a sound sleep.

Justin was awakened Saturday morning with Brian's hot lips wrapped around his morning hard on.  *Now this is the way to take care of a morning wood Justin thought* He arched his hips off the bed and buried his cock deeply in his lover's mouth.  Justin didn't even mind missing Saturday morning cartoons.

 After spending hours in bed fucking, Brian and Justin finally took a shower, dressed and ate breakfast.  Justin's artistic need was supercharged. He decided he was going to make use of the sketchpads, paints, and other art supplies Brian had the art supply store deliver. Justin found a nice place by the window in the other apartment and he set up a mini studio. He figured this way he could work without being disturbed or in Brian's way. He also figured Brian needed some alone time for himself as well.  After he setup his makeshift workspace Justin walked over to the loft to let Brian know what his plans were for the day.  When he entered the living room of the loft he could see Brian was already immersed in paperwork and personal agenda's of his own.

"Brian."   He was so focused on what he was reading he didn't hear Justin call his name.

"Brian," Justin said louder.

"Hey, Sunshine. I'll be right with you," Brian answered without looking up.

Justin shuffled his feet for a second.  He really didn't want to disturb Brian if he was busy.  "Sorry to interrupt you, but I just wanted to let you know I will be out of your hair for a few hours."

That caught Brian's attention.  He looked up from the papers he'd been reading. "What do you mean?" 

Justin chuckled.  At least he knew Brian was listening to him.   "I'm not leaving the parameter captain," he teased.  "I wanted to capture some of the images from the museum yesterday on paper while they are still fresh in my mind.  My hand seems to be co-operating today. I'll be next door if you need me.  I setup a little studio area."

"Oh, okay," Brian pushed back from the desk and looked up seductively at Justin.  "You don't have to sketch next door there's plenty of light in here.. with me."

Justin saw the little seductive light in Brian's eyes.  He wondered if they would ever be able to be in the same room without wanting to fuck each other.  "No, I think it would be best if I go next door.  Besides you are too much of a distraction," Justin said.  He walked over with the intentions of brushing his lips quickly against Brian's.  Brian pulled him on his lap.  The quick kiss turned into  a mini make out session.  Justin finally pulled away.  

"Briiiaaan, I have work to do.   So, do you."

 "Yeah," Brian admitted, "but what I want to do with you is so much more pleasurable."

Justin wiggled out of his lap.  "Later, okay," he promised.

"You can count on it."  Brian leaned back in chair and watched Justin's perfect ass as he headed through the bedroom to go to the apartment.  Brian didn't go back to his reading until Justin had disappeared behind the door.

Before Justin started painting he called Daphne, "Hey, Daph."

"Where the hell have you been?  I've been waiting on you to call me for two whole days.  Are you okay?  Has any one tried to harm you again?  Are you still with Brian?"  She rushed on without taking a breath.

Justin was used to Daph's non-pause talking.  He ignored her questions and got to the reason for his call.  Daph had been regaling him with all her stories of fucking now he had some of her own.

 "Daph, I'm fine but more importantly I've been fucking non-stop for two days."  

Daph squealed.  He could literally hear her jumping up in down.  At least that's what he was imagining.  

"Not only that, we saw Ethan, I dissed him, then Brian sucked me off and fucked me in the bathroom stall at the Pittsburgh Art Museum," he bragged.

 "Noooo, fucking way!"  Daph exclaimed in awe.

"Way," Justin bragged.  He gave his best friend explicit detail of all the fucking he'd done in the last few days.

 A few hours passed and Brian was able to catch up on a lot of neglected paper work and personal items. Brian was just closing some of his files when the doorbell rang.  He looked at the clock.  It was after 6:00 p.m.  He was surprised Justin hadn't come back in demanding food.  He’d quickly learned that Justin was a bottomless pit.
 
*Now who the fuck can that be?*  Brian thought Justin had probably gotten hungry and ordered a pizza. He grabbed his wallet off the desk, walked over to the door and hit the intercom. 

"What?"

"Brian, it's me, Michael," he said needlessly.  "Ted and Emmett are with me."

 *Damn!  Brian thought.  He definitely didn't need this.* "Go away, I don't' want any."  Brian heard Emmett and Ted laughing in the background.

"BRIAN! Let us up," Michael whined.  "We came all the way over here to see you.

"Who the fuck told you to?"  Brian bit out.  "I certainly didn't.  Damn, come on up," Brian groaned.  He buzzed his unwanted guests up and slid open the door to wait for them.

"Well, if it isn't Curly, Larry and Moe," he said sarcastically.  "This better be good," he said as the trio exited the elevator and walked in to the loft.

Mikey stopped at the door and kissed Brian on the lips.  He noticed Brian drew back a little.  "I told you I was going to stop by," Mikey informed him.

"Yes, you did but I told you to call me first," he said irritated.

"Oh, I forgot," Mikey said sheepishly.

Brian didn't believe him but he let it go.  They were here now.  He needed to see what they wanted and get them to leave as quickly as possible.  He turned his back on them and walked in to the loft leaving them to follow him and shut the door.  He hoped his irritation showed.  He turned to glare at them.

Emmett broke the awkward silence, "We miss you baby.  We don't get to see you as much," Emmett said as he pranced inside the loft.

 Brian cut his eyes at him, "Emmett you saw me yesterday."

"Oh, I know that silly. I meant socially," Emmett said looking around the loft.  

 Brian knew he was looking for any signs that Justin was there.  He didn't have to look hard to find some.  Justin had only been at the loft a few days but he was already placing his stamp on the space.  Brian was immaculate, Justin wasn't.  Justin's sneakers were by the sofa.  He'd left an unfinished can of soda and a bag of chips on the coffee table.  His jacket was tossed carelessly over one of the dining room chairs.  He saw Emmett little sly smile.  Brian arched his eyebrow and dared Emmett to say anything to him about it.

Mikey was totally oblivious to what was going on around him.  "Yeah, Brian, you seem very preoccupied," Michael added.

 "Oh, Michael, he seems to have his hands full with a certain blond," Ted sniped.

"Ted, please, that Justin kid is hardly Brian's type," Michael said giving Ted an evil look for even suggesting such a thing.

  "I don't know Michael; our Mr. Kinney is very attentive to one Justin Taylor," Emmett added.  "He's even been helping him with the motor skills in his hand."

Brian gave Emmett a lewd smile and went to pour himself a drink, "His grip is getting firmer every day."

"Emmett come on," Ted said.   "Brian, has never been into just one guy.  Isn't that right Brian?"

"Things change," Brian answered.

In the other apartment, Justin made a few sketches before his hand started to bother him. He decided to give his hand a rest.  He looked over his sketches and critiqued them.  His strokes were a little shaky but with therapy he hope to improve on that.  All in all he was pleased with his sketches. 

He got up from his place by the window and headed to Brian's loft.  He was hungry and wanted to see what Brian was going to order for dinner.  He opened the connecting door that lead to Brian's loft.  He stopped at the entrance of the door when he heard the voices. Justin was surprised that Brian had company. Brian seemed to be reclusive.  He recognized Emmett's high-pitched voice right away.  The other two voices sounded familiar but he couldn't place them. One of them was speaking and Justin got an eerie feeling.  The same feeling he'd gotten the other day when he ran into Stockwell.   Then it hit him.  Suddenly the memory flashed behind his eyes.  He could see them standing by the dumpster arguing.  Stockwell was facing Justin.  He saw him clearly.  The other man's back was turned to him but he could hear his voice.  It was shaky.  Justin started to shake.  He felt cold and nauseous.  He silently closed the door and managed to make it to the sofa to sit down and wait for Brian's guests to leave. 

Brian was getting aggravated with his guests.  He was not in the mood for them today.  He wanted them to leave before Justin decided to come back over. No one but the people Brian protected knew about the connecting apartment.  He wanted to keep it that way.

"Okay, if I agree to go to Woody's for a drink and a game of pool will you all get the fuck out of my loft?"  The guys weren't bothered by his biting sarcasm.  They'd become quite use to it over the years.

"That's why we came.  To get you to agree to go out with us," Mikey said.

"I'll see you all at Deb's tomorrow for dinner.  May be we can head to Woody's for game of pool or something after dinner."

This seemed to appease Emmett and Ted, but Michael wasn't put off so easily. "Why don't we try and catch a movie Monday night? Johnny Depp has a new one?" Michael asked hopefully.

Brian thought about it.  He did need to talk to Mikey.  He wanted to tell him about his relationship with Justin.  He didn't know how Mikey was going to react to the news that he had a boyfriend that would be living with him.  As his best friend he wanted Mikey to be the first to know about his relationship with Justin.  He'd make arrangements for Uncle Carl to stay at the loft with Justin for a few hours Monday night.  "Okay Mikey, I'll see what I can do, but I'm not making promises.  Now if you boys will excuse me I have a lot of work to do."

Emmett smirked as he walked to the door.  He was the last one out, "Oh, Brian, I love your new sneakers."  

Brian glanced back at the Nike's by the sofa.  They were still lying where Justin had kicked them off last night.  Emmett probably thought Justin was hiding in the bedroom and they had interrupted them fucking.  Good he could tell the others that.  He just didn't want them to see the door that led to the secret apartment.

He returned Emmett's smirk, "Thanks, Emma.  I'm trying to recapture my lost youth."

Emmett burst out laughing, "Are you sure you didn't lose him in your bedroom?"

Brian's eyebrow arched but he didn't respond to the dig.  He slid the door closed and locked it behind them.  He heard Justin's soft tread and turned just in time to catch him as Justin threw himself in his arms.

"Itwasoneofthem," he mumbled in to Brian's t-shirt.  Brian held him close trying to figure out what had caused him to react like this.  Justin's heart was racing and he was literally shaking.  

Brian lifted his face away from his shirt.  "Repeat that Justin.  And this time slower so I can understand you."

Justin took a deep shaky breath.  "The night that I was hit in the head, I remember the voices.  The men were loud and angry.  They were yelling at each other.  The taller guy was Stockwell.  He was facing me.  I could see his face clearly.  He told the shorter man * as long as you make the payments your secret is safe.*   Then the shorter guy said. *You better make sure that it is because if I go down I'm taking you with me.*   I can hear the voices in my head so clearly,  now Brian.  And I heard that other voice again today.  When I came to the apartment door.  The voice of the shorter man is one of your friends."

At first Brian was too shocked to comment.  He finally asked, "Are you sure about this, Justin?"

"Yes."  

Brian pulled Justin in his arms and held him tightly.  In all his worst nightmares he'd never thought he'd have to protect the man he was falling in love with from someone he considered his friend.