When Irish Eyes are Smiling – chapter ten
Author: Elsa Rose Bryant
WARNING – UNSAFE SEX 

Justin wasn’t ready to give up on his pursuit of the elusive and rather handsome Prince in the tower despite the rather obvious lack of interest on Brian’s part. Or at least the lack of interest that Brian was sure he was radiating. He didn’t bank on the fact that with Justin’s eye for detail, any slip in Brian’s façade of indifference was noted and filed away for future contemplation. So when a smile was quickly hidden, or a touch verged on being a caress, or lips moved slightly of their own violation under Justin’s quick goodbye kiss, Justin hid his triumph, but knew he was winning his way into Brian’s world of silent contemplation that could only show in the words he put in his books. 

In his bedroom, weaving his brightly colored fantasies against the backdrop of pure white, Justin was roused when his mother called for the fifth time. “What part of I’m not taking calls don’t you understand?” he all but growled. Brian had been about to succumb to his ministrations with a willing tongue and an eager ass. All in living color.

“Justin Taylor, watch your mouth. I wanted to make sure you were available tomorrow evening. Brian has invited Molly and I to dinner. Molly and Brian will be performing some of their music as entertainment.”

“Yippee.” Justin drawled, as a dark with lust Brian disappeared from his imagination, only to be replaced by white walls and smooth white sheets. “And this affects me how?”

“Because of course, you’ll be there as well. I wanted to give you a heads up so you’ll wear something nice.” Jennifer knew this was a sure way to get her son to wear something outrageous. “Perhaps those nice cargo pants I picked up at Old Navy with a blue shirt. I’m pretty sure I bought a blue shirt. Blue makes your eyes sparkle.”

“Mom, I’m not three. I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself, I have been for years.” Justin rolled out of bed. He might as well draw a bath for himself. Maybe warm water, bubbles and a glass of wine would bring back fantasy Brian. “And considering I haven’t received an invitation to this soiree, it’s unlikely my clothing is going to bother anyone one way or another. So goodnight mom, I’m turning off my bedroom phone as well as my cell, so don’t bother to call.” He regretted turning his phone on again. Now he was going to spend hours figuring out what Brian was up to. He’d never get to sleep. It was a good thing he didn’t have to worry about classes tomorrow.

Jennifer hung up, satisfied that she’d accomplished what she’d set out to do.

Justin on the other hand, was mystified as to what his mother’s point was to the phone call. He filled the tub to its maximum capacity, added bath salts and poured himself a glass of wine. He turned off all the lights in the apartment before climbing into his cocoon of warm, pleasant smelling water. He loved to relax in the dark this way. It was how he came up with ideas for his art, or hopefully tonight, with some kind of fantastic Arabian Night fantasy that had him as the Sheik and Brian as the sweaty, naked slave. 

Of course he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be joined by all of the cats, including the Mom cat. It was weird how they knew he was in the bath and one by one, would appear out of the dark to sit on the edge of the tub like soft furry pillows, filling the room with their purrs of contentment. At first it drove him crazy, but now he was used to it and almost looked forward to his feline bath companions. 

Upstairs in his tower, Brian once again noted the sudden absence of his cat family. One by one they had sat up, appeared to listen, though of course they couldn’t hear, and slowly stretched before walking silently out the main cat door and into the upstairs foyer of the Rosewood building. He’d noticed that they did this on a regular basis, not necessarily at the same time each night, but definitely always at night. 

This time, since he was finished writing and Justin’s goodbye kiss had disturbed him more than usual, Brian decided he might as well follow. After all, he had to make sure the building was secure. Each floor was barely lit by unobtrusive night-lights, just enough to be legal, but not really enough to clearly see by. Brian liked it that way and there really was no one to complain. 

The single file exodus of cats led him to Justin’s apartment door. He stood and watched them each disappear through the cat flap, so silent that they barely made any sound at all, even as the last tail vanished. He closed his eyes, imagining what they were seeing, one hand on the door knob. The knob seemed to turn of its own violation, though it was Brian’s fingers that had in fact twisted the metal. He hesitated, should he go in? He’d never entered Justin’s space before, though the blond didn’t hesitate to make himself at home upstairs. 

Taking a chance that his neighbor was asleep and wouldn’t notice, Brian stepped inside the room. The windows were uncovered and city lights showed him that there was no sign of cat or young man. Like the cats before him, he padded bare foot in the direction of the bathroom. Led by the smell of a mixture of verbena and sandalwood and a hint of citrus, he opened the door further, for it had only been half shut.

Justin had known the moment Brian had walked into his apartment. It was a sense of the man that filled his very being. He watched as one by one the cats assumed their position, not really surprised when rather than surrounding him as usual, they moved to the end as if waiting for some kind of play to unfold. 

Whisper soft, was the sound of bare feet as they hesitated and then walked to the bathroom. Justin waited, warm and secure, butterflies in his groin, his cock tumescent, floating almost to the top of the deep water, for the tub was an old fashioned one that would easily accommodate two, especially if they were good friends. 

There were no candles, no light of any kind other than what bled through the living room windows. It was enough so that when the Prince stepped through the door, his eyes locked with that of the man in the water. No words were spoken, they didn’t need words for the night was ripe with what was truly wanted, needed, demanded by both men.

Brian stood just inside the door, his fingers slowly released the buttons on his shirt and he let the silky cotton slide off his shoulders to fall with a slithery woosh to the floor. His jeans, seemed to melt over his ass and down his legs to join the shirt and he carefully stepped out of them, one leg at a time, moving closer to Justin. 

Justin, a pink tip of his tongue caught in his teeth as he watched with fascination as Brian, naked and proudly erect, appeared in the shadowed room. It was his fantasy come true and he said nothing, less the fantasy evaporate as sometimes happened. It was so hard at this time of night to know when reality ended and dreams began.

Brian took two steps and slowly, slid into the water behind Justin, his strong legs on either side of the boy who was soon to be a man. He lifted Justin slightly so that his back rested on Brian’s chest, his ass on Brian’s lap, Brian’s thick cock forced up and tight between the two of them. Still no words were spoken. 

Justin closed his eyes and relaxed into Brian’s embrace, not sure what was going to happen but willing to accept anything he might experience. He moaned deep inside of him, sure he was going to explode when lips nibbled at the top of his ear before moving lower to kiss and softly bite a tender spot on his neck. Never before had he ever been kissed this way. It was heaven and hell all at once and he twisted in the water to face the man who had joined him. Not sure he was doing the right thing, but not really caring(;) he was so horny with a lust born of years of waiting and anticipation. Justin put his hands on either side of Brian’s head, looked into his eyes and with careful deliberation, pulled his head forward to kiss him with all the passion someone his age could muster. 

His heart, his soul, his everything went into that kiss. Brian Kinney, recluse, author, Irish storyteller, Prince, never stood a chance. He was thoroughly and completely branded as property of Justin Taylor, artist, with that kiss. The cats all smiled, their eyes slits of satisfaction, began to purr in earnest as Justin began to make love to the man who had joined him in life.

Brian, his heart beating wildly, wasn’t sure what was happening. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go.  He was older, more experienced. This boy was a virgin, a neophyte and yet it was Justin who was taking the lead.

He was the one gasping now as Justin, whispering words of passion and love, kissed his way down to the waterline. He couldn’t stop watching as eyes filled with a fiery need told him what was about to happen. Justin raised himself up, Brian’s engorged organ nudged against Justin’s virginal opening. “No.” Brian whispered. “No, always, always use a condom.”

“I know where you’ve been for the past six months and I know where I’ve been for my whole life. Your blood was clear, I checked when you were in the hospital. I want you, I want you inside of me. Before you came into the bathroom, I had already been fucking three of my fingers. Warm baths are good for a lot of things. It’s time, my Prince.”  The words were spoken into Brian’s mouth, as Justin’s lips descended for a kiss, a kiss that was needed to smother the sharp intake of his breath, for stretched or not, it was his first time. He bore down, like he’d read in books and slowly a bit at a time, Brian found himself inside of Justin. 

It took all of his self-control not to let go the moment he found his shaft buried deep inside the heat of the boy on his lap. They barely made three thrusts before both of them felt their balls tighten and wave after wave of orgasm hit. Justin bent forward, his head on 
Brian’s shoulder, reluctant to remove himself from Brian’s slightly less hard cock. His mind was recording every nuance of feeling from the initial silent shriek of pain, to the moment it turned to pleasure, to the intensity of his climax and now the post orgasmic high that threatened to overwhelm his senses. 

Brian held tight to Justin, breathing in his scent, continuing to rain soft kisses on his hair, his face, any part of him that came close. He’d never before felt what he was feeling now. It had been months, almost a year, since he’d had any kind of sex other than with his own hand. Sex had always been difficult for him because of his horrific initiation and the subsequent years of subjection, may his father rest in hell. But this was more than sex, it was undefined, but definitely more than just sex. He could feel himself hardening, though he hadn’t pulled out. And he hid a smile in Justin’s hair, when the boy began to move rhythmically up and down, in a gentle, barely moving rhythm that made them both groan with pleasure and more.

“Justin” Brian breathed, his senses overloading. “Juuustin.” The name torn from deep within. 

“Shhhh,  my Prince.” Justin smiled, his eyes filled with something more than the initial lust he’d felt, as he slowly made love to Brian’s cock. He was the aggressor, he was the one who wanted Brian to feel what he’d known would happen. Like he’d told Brian before, virginity was all relative. This seduction of Brian Kinney had been played out a thousand times in as many ways during long nights and warm afternoons in Justin’s sanctuary of a bedroom. 

Brian sank lower in the tub, he couldn’t stop watching Justin’s face as with each stroke, each kiss, it changed, reflecting the emotions and feelings that the blond experienced. And he wondered if he’d ever seen anything more beautiful. What he was feeling was more than anything he’d ever conceived of in all of his books no matter how romantic. And he knew that what he’d written for years was wrong. This was more, so much more than anything he had experienced. His finger’s clutched at Justin’s buttocks, spreading the cheeks, his cock sinking deeper. And still he couldn’t close his eyes, so enamored was he at the look in Justin’s eyes. 

This time when the release came, more intense than before, their eyes closed as the first wave hit, nonsense words of love shouted to the shadows, joined by a restless merorrow from their feline audience. The two men collapsed in giggles when the cats joined in. Lovemaking was both fun and exhausting.  

“I interrupted your bath.” Brian said softly, his hand stroking Justin’s back.

“No kidding.” Justin tilted his head back and grinned at Brian. “I think I had my way with you. I feel all maidenly.” He joked.

“You are definitely a princess.” Brian laughed. Justin moved until Brian’s softened cock fell out of him. “I almost hate to have you move.” He sighed. 

“I hated to move, but the water is not only cold, it’s getting kind of yucky. Sorry about the no condom thing. I know it’s kind of a rule, but I really haven’t been with anyone before and I really did know that you were safe.”

“You couldn’t be sure about that. I do have my ways of leaving the building without anyone knowing.” Brian helped Justin out of the bathtub. 

“Don’t be too sure about no one knowing.” Justin grabbed a towel and began to dry Brian’s chest. “I know your secret identity.” He smiled, reached up and kissed Brian’s mouth quickly. “Don’t worry about locking up when you leave.” Turning on his heel, he walked into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him.

Brian stood, still wet, the towel clutched in his hand against his chest, wondering what had just happened. He finished drying off before walking out of the bathroom. He looked behind him, visions of what had happened flashed through his mind, and then he looked at the closed bedroom door. Justin was behind it. Justin, the young man who had given himself to him willingly and with abandon. It was too much to take in, in such a short period of time. And yet it had happened and it hadn’t all been Justin, he, Brian Kinney, had initiated what had taken place. What in hell had he been thinking?

The bedroom door opened. Justin stood pale and naked, a halo of light from the living room window made him look almost otherworldly. “Brian, I….” he began, his voice shook not sure what to say. Instead he held out his arms, hoping, praying that the other man would step into them. And he did. Justin sighed in relief and contentment. 

“Not much color here kid.” Brian said as he looked around, the blond held firmly in his arms. 

“Sure there is, white is all the colors combined.” Justin led Brian to his bed. “Come to bed, I’m tired and I understand tomorrow is going to be busy.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asked. He knew from listening to Molly that Justin never allowed anyone into his bedroom. As far as Molly knew he’d been like that since he was a small child. 

“Never more sure.” Justin moved over leaving a place for Brian, who slipped between the cool silk of the fine cotton sheets. 

Brian turned and leaned on one elbow staring down at Justin. “You do know that you’re too young and I’m too old.”

“No.” Justin wiggled until he was close to Brian. He pushed him and Brian lay still on thick down filled pillows. “No, we’re just right for each other. Now shut up and hold me close, like I’m going to hold you. Think of this room as a sanctuary of sorts. Nothing negative happens in here. Only good thoughts are allowed. It’s a rule.”

“I like your rule.” Brian kissed the top of Justin’s head and held him until they both fell asleep. Neither of them noticed when, one by one, they were joined by the cats who were determined to keep the two humans safe.

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Justin wasn’t surprised to find Brian gone when he finally woke up the next morning. It didn’t matter; he knew that it was only a matter of time before he’d have him in bed every night. Brian might think he was hard and tough, both inside and out, but he wasn’t. He was as needy as he, no doubt, was as a child. The man needed, craved love and Justin planned on spending the rest of his life showing his Prince that he was adored, let alone loved. It was only time, and he had it on his side. 

Feeling revitalized, Justin got out of bed, changed his sheets and tidied the bedroom before heading to the bathroom. He was astonished to find it as clean as if he’d cleaned it himself. And then he burst out laughing when he saw the note on the vanity. 

<i>Hope this meets with your approval - B</i>

Justin chuckled all through his morning bathroom routine. Brian was everything he had always wanted in a man, good hearted, sense of humor, and great in bed.

He finished dressing and then decided he’d head to the diner for something to eat. It had been a few days since he’d been there. It would be a good way to catch up with any gossip. Justin was about to step outside the building when one of the men from the black car ran up to him, a thick file folder in his hand. 

“Hey kid.”

“What?” Justin stayed inside the building, ready to lock the door if he had to. Neither man saw Brian, who had been about to step through a concealed door near the lobby. The door allowed him to get his mail without being seen from the street. 

“About Kinney.” 

“I told you, he doesn’t live here.” Justin eyed the guy with suspicion. “Are you guys like hard of hearing or mentally challenged or something?” 

“Look kid, I know you think you’re doing the right thing by protecting this guy, but he’s not everything you think he is. He’s been trouble since he was born. Here…” the file folder was thrust into Justin’s hands. “My boss wanted you to have this. It’s a dossier on Kinney. It doesn’t pull any punches. Read it and you’ll see what kind of freak you’re dealing with. Among other things, he’s gay.”

“No shit.” Justin took the folder and at the same time dumped it into a metal waste basket by the mail boxes. He pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicked it open and set fire to what was in the basket, keeping it out of reach by closing the door in the man’s face until the blaze was going strong. When it was too late to rescue anything from the flames, Justin opened the door and pushed the can outside. “Sorry about that, I guess the information was too incendiary to have around. It’s stinking up the foyer, so move out of the way.” He pushed it with his foot.

“Now, just for your information and your boss’, who ever the hell he is. Brian Kinney is my landlord. I’m not interested in anything he’s done or said in the past unless he tells me himself. There is absolutely nothing he could have done that would make me think any less of him. That is if I actually knew the man and I’m not saying I do. And as for him being gay, well I guess I already caught the gay germ, ‘cause I like dick, I like to take it up the ass, I like to suck it. Apparently the gay germ is a strong one. Now fuck off.” He shut the door, making sure it was secure before heading off to the diner.

Brian was stunned. He never imagined anyone defending him with such vigor. He couldn’t believe Justin, the boy who was barely twenty, would have the guts to stand up to one of Stockwell’s henchmen in Brian’s defense. It shook him to the core. He just never expected Justin to care so much. 

Justin all but ran to the diner, he was so pissed at the nerve of the black car guy. The past should remain the past. It was evident from the short time Justin had known Brian, that the man didn’t have a mean bone in his body. It wasn’t too damn likely that he’d changed from something evil to what he was now. More than likely it was the evil of adults that had done its best to work on child Brian, that had made him do things he would no doubt be less than proud of. Justin had never felt a feeling so deep as the hatred he was feeling for the adults in Brian’s childhood. He didn’t know what had happened, but he was sure it wasn’t good.

“Geeze, what bit you in the ass?” Michael said when Justin knocked into him as he entered the diner.

“Oh, sorry Mikey, I was thinking of something else.” He smiled at his friend. “Hey, are you coming or going?”

“Going why?” 

“I was going to have some lunch or breakfast or something.”

“Emmett just came in.” Michael said. “I’ve got to get back to the store. Oh Justin, I almost forgot. I was showing your Rage guy to someone I know in the comic book business. He thinks we could have a hit on our hands if we develop some decent story lines.”

“Cool.” Justin shrugged. “Find out more, maybe we can do it. It depends on how much time it takes. I do have to get decent marks and there’s my other business. All work and no play makes Justin cranky.” He grinned.

“OH MY GAWD.” Michael all but squealed. “You finally got laid.” 

“What, it’s tattooed on my forehead.” Justin peered into the diner window to see his reflection.

Michael grabbed his arm and led him to Emmett’s booth. “Tell us all about it.” He looked at Emmett. “Justin got laid. Our little boy is no longer a virgin.” 

“I don’t know what the fuss is all about or how you even know.” Justin was flushed and flustered. 

“Oh, my dear boy. Any card carrying fag knows when a virgin has been ravished. A little bell goes off.” Emmett grinned. The bell over the diner door rang as someone came in. “See another one.” 

“Fuck you guys.” Justin shook his head. “Don’t you have a store to open?” he asked Michael. 

“Sure I do, but since I never thought this day was ever going to happen, I need details.”

“Of course the man was hot. I mean, it is Justin here. But was he any good and how big was he? Details my boy, we want details.” Emmett leaned forward, eager to hear what Justin had to say. 

“He’s hot, better than hot.” Justin admitted. 

“And size, tell us ALL.” 

“He was pretty big I suppose.” Justin shrugged. “I wasn’t actually taking measurements, I had other things on my mind.”

“Yeah, like his dick up your ass.” Michael smirked. “So where did you guys meet? Did you finally go to Babylon?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep a few things to myself.” Justin signaled Kiki for his usual breakfast. 

“Are you seeing him again or was he just a trick?” 

“Tricks are for kids.” Justin grinned. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m an adult now.” He reached for the coffee Kiki had given him, grateful for something to do with his hands. 

“So he isn’t a trick?” Emmett leaned his chin on his hands. “Tell us all about him.”

“He’s tall, has hazel eyes, a body to die for and can carry on a conversation without squealing.” Justin glared at his friend Emmett, who was now squealing.

“What can I say, I’m an excitable kind of guy.” 

“Just be glad Ma isn’t working, or she’d have the information out of you.” Michael got up from the table. “I think I’ll give her a call.” He giggled as he headed out the door. 

“Shit.” Justin looked down and stirred his coffee. “I don’t know what the big deal is. I’m not getting married or anything. I just got fucked. It’s not like I wasn’t due.” 

“But sweetie, we thought it was NEVER going to happen.” Emmett beamed. “We’re just so gol darn proud of you.” 

Justin rolled his eyes, glad when his food arrived. “Go away.” He muttered, cutting into his pancakes. 

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Brian was about to knock on Justin’s apartment door, when he saw him come down the hall from the stairway. He had soot on his white tee shirt and was carrying a bucket. “Is it that dirty where ever you were?” Brian asked, holding Justin’s door for him.

“There was a fire in the lobby, some garbage caught on fire in the waste basket. Don’t worry, nothing much happened other than what was in there burned, but it was sooty. I wanted to clean it up.” Justin moved past Brian to his kitchen. He needed to rinse out the bucket. “Shit, this is my last clean tee shirt.” He stripped it off. “I hate doing laundry.”

“You don’t mind cleaning up bloody floors, or sooty lobbies, but you hate doing laundry.” Brian laughed. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Too many decisions to make when you do laundry. Should it be hand washed or not. Should I use bleach or not. Should I wash it inside out or not? What do I put in the dryer? Why does something have to hang to dry? It’s one decision after another. Cleaning up blood and soot involves soap, water and elbow grease. No decisions.” Justin looked at Brian; his eyes clear blue and guiless.  

Brian who had been listening and watching, licked his lips. “You have beautiful skin.”

“Uh?” Justin looked at him puzzled.

“Your chest, your back, no marks.”

“Oh, well I do bruise easily, or at least bruises show because I’m so pale. I’ve never really been all that sports minded. It’s hard to get knocked around when most of your time is spent with a sketchbook.” 

“You’re what, eighteen?” Brian asked, knowing full well Justin was twenty. “When I was your age, my body was a road map of my life.”

Justin took a step toward Brian, they were inches apart. His hands went to Brian’s belt and began unbuckling it. “You damn well know how old I am.” He muttered.

“What are you doing?” 

“The laundry.” Justin snarked unzipping Brian’s jeans, releasing a now hard cock from the confines of tight denim. “What does it look like I’m doing?” 

“You can’t just start taking off my clothes….” Brian began before a warm mouth encased his cock and any words were turned to groans. 

“Oh?” Justin looked up for a moment before getting back to the job at hand. Brian had to hold onto the kitchen counter, his knees were weak and shaking as time after time Justin took his entire cock into his mouth, letting the sensitive tip hit the back of his throat.

Far too soon, his cock and balls betrayed him, letting thick white cum shoot down a willing throat. When he’d milked the last drop, Justin stood up and kissed the shaken man. “I was hungry.” He grinned, before grabbing his tee shirt from the counter and heading to the laundry room. Leaving Brian standing with his pants undone and his now soft cock feeling rather lonely. 

“Hey kid, what in hell are we doing?” the words were muttered more to himself than to Justin and Brian certainly didn’t expect an answer. 

“We’re learning to love one another, just like any other couple would.” Justin had appeared out of nowhere. “We’re taking it slow and easy because we want to get it right.”

“But.. “ Brian hesitated. 

“I know you have at least two thousand and one reasons why we shouldn’t be together. It’s my job to show you that we have two thousand and two reasons why we should.” Justin stood on his tiptoes to kiss Brian’s nose. “Now while the laundry is doing its thing, why don’t you come back into my bedroom and I’ll start to show you my perspective on our relationship.”

“We have a relationship?” Brian was bemused.

“We have the beginning of one.” Justin hooked his finger in the band of Brian’s jeans and tugged. “Come down out of your tower my handsome Prince and see what I have in store for you.”