a/n hello lovelys! i now have a job (i miss college ;( ) and it takes up sooooo much time, i don't know when the next chap will be up so enjoy this one and please review, if gives me the guilt i need to update! Smevalicious banner Chapter 20 Brian’s POV What the fuck is with Justin? I tossed him a note before Bio and he didn’t read it, not only that but he’s giving me the cold shoulder. Usually he smiles or stares at me for half the class but he has his eyes steeled to the white board in front of us. After class in the hallway he walks fast and avoids me. Justin is a ridiculously slow walker, he’s always reading signs or taking in the artistic view. Something is definitely up. I gym class he hands coach a note and sits out. Okay something is definitely wrong here. I’m the first one done with the mile run (always have always will be, my class is filled with fat slowpokes) so I take in his appearance, I would have in Bio but since Justin transferred my grade in that class has been slipping. Black sweatshirt, jeans. Pretty basic, I know he gets cold a lot. He’s staring straight ahead, unmoving. Okay another sign, Justin is always fidgeting and doodling. Coach probably wouldn’t let him bring his sketchbook out, Schinto hates gays and reminds us of that every practice. “Hurry up you pansies!!” And is currently reminding the rest of the runners, not all of us can do a 3:50 mile. The rest of gym is spent playing capture the flag and coach calling me over for advice on the starters for the big game on Saturday. Walking into the locker room my knee begins to dully ache. Damnit! I even iced it last night, oh well suck it up Kinney. I shower and change fast, grab my books and wait at the gym door for the bell. Justin waits on the other side of the gym, blatantly avoiding my wandering gaze. The harsh ringing of the bell snaps me into movement. I turn the corner and wait for Justin. As he unsuspectingly turns the corner I grab him and quickly pull him into a vacant faculty bathroom. “Hey! What the fuck!” I flip on the lights and he blinks owlishly. “Brian…” “Justin.” “What the fuck? I need to get to class.” “No, we need to talk.” “I’m gunna be late to class, we’ll talk later.” “No, now.” He hangs his head and leans back against the whitewashed concrete. “About what?” “Why have you been avoiding me?” “I haven’t I’ve just been really busy lately…” “Bullshit. You won’t answer your phone; you ditched me at the diner last night, what the hell is going on?” I demand. “I thought you would be busy with your other blonde piece of ass.” “What?” What the hell is he talking about?” “You know, Cindy.” Fuckitty Fuck Fuck. “Jus, you’ve got it all wrong…” “Oh really! Then PLEASE inform me why I saw you and her hugging and gazing soulfully into each others eyes in the hallway in front of my classroom!” He spits the last part out with so much sarcasm I cringe. “Justin I told you I might need a girlfriend once in a while for show, or else people will talk.” I try to explain as gently as possible. “Then what am I? Some dirty little secret? What’s going to happen when we graduate huh? Am I going to be pushed away and forgotten as the foolish mistake in your perfect straight happy life?” His big blue eyes tear up and beg for me to put his fears at ease, to give him something. “You want to know what you are to me?” Justin sniffles, nods and I pull him into a tight hug. “You’re my Justin. I love you. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we graduate or hell, five minutes from now, but I know I want to be with you.” Justin nods into my chest and squeezes tighter. “I guess I’m just being stupid, but I saw you guys and it hurt, you know?” “Yea.” I feel like such an ass right now. I know Justin is worth a helluva lot more than my reputation, but I can’t just throw it away, I have a full ride to just about any division 1 college for doing what I love. I wonder if they give scholarships for doing WHO you love… Justin’s POV Inhaling Brian’s scent and snuggle my head into his chest, all my resolve slipping away. He rests his chin on top of my head. “Justin?” Uh oh, what now? “What?” I lift my head and meet his accusing eyes. “Take off your sweatshirt.” Shit. My stomach drops faster than the Tower of Terror at Disney World. “Justin,” He commanding voice leaves no room for discussion. I hang my head and begin to pull off the hoodie. I drop it on the floor and watch it pool on the linoleum, tears welling in my eyes once again. Brian lets out an angry sigh and lifts my chin to see the extent of the damage. “Justin…what the fuck?” I sniffle pathetically and whisper, “It was my fault, I mentioned her.” “That’s fucking bullshit Justin. Stop defending that monster.” “I was my fault, I know better than to say her name around him.” “Justin you have fucking grip marks around your neck and your defending him because you said your sister’s name!” I flinch at the volume of his voice and he sighs again. God why do I feel like such an asshole. “I’m getting you out of there Justin. I don’t care what it takes.” Now it’s my turn to let out an exasperated sigh, “Go back to your girlfriend Brian, I’ll be fine.” “He nearly strangles you last night, where will he stop? I’ll tell you, he WON”T he won’t stop 'til your dead. Just like your sister. You wanna end up like that!? Huh?” “SHUT UP!” Hot tears blaze their way down my flushed cheeks. ”Shut up! Just shut up Brian.” I say again without conviction. “Just shut up.” I wrap my arms around myself and take in a shuddering breath, losing the fight with my pitiful sobbing. Once again my Superman envelops me into a warm comforting embrace. “I’m going to talk to Debbie; she might me able to help.” I nod into his chest, not trusting my voice. After a minute or two I trust my legs to hold me up again and push lightly away from Brian. I take in a few deep breaths and hastily wipe my cheeks. “I’m sorry about leaving you with Mikey last night. How about tonight? Diner, movie?” I give him a weak smile. “Uhhh Justin? Um I’m going out with Cynthia tonight…” Ow. I flash another fake smile and wipe my nose. “Okay, umm how about Friday? When do you leave for Philadelphia?” “Bus leaves at four.” “Could I see you before you go? I mean, I’m going to the game and all but...” Brian presses a finger against my lips and silences my rambling. “My parents won’t be home, and the team highly suggests a fuck from your favorite blonde before the game.” I grin and punch his shoulder lightly. He leans down for a kiss and I reward him, opening my mouth and giving him access. His tongue caresses mine as he pulls my hips harshly against his. “Mhmm Justin I should really punish you for the cock blocking yesterday.” “Really?” I flick my tongue along the curve of his ear as he snakes his hand into the back off my jeans. “Mmmhmm severely.” Brian whispers huskily making a shiver run down my spine. I run my hands down his muscular back, finding the hem of his faded black t-shirt and tugging it upwards. “Oh really? How would you go about doing this Mr. Kinney?” Brian lets out a small moan, he loves it when I call him that. “Well, first I would remove the subject’s clothing.” He lifts his arms above his head and I pull his shirt the rest of the way off. I toss it on the toilet. He grabs my hips and spins me around and I grab the dirty sink in front of me. He yanks my t-shirt up to my armpits and let it rest there, moving his hands around to my nipples. “And then, I would flick your nipples like this.” I inhale sharply at the sensation. Brian continues to rub the sensitive nubs, the tingling going straight to my hardening cock. He lowers his hands, one rubbing my stomach, the other pulling my jeans down to my quivering knees. “Your so hard Justin, what would you like me to do about that?” I let out a strangled groan as a response. “Uh uh uh. We speak with words Justin.” “Fuck!” “Fuck what Justin?” He grinds his erection to my cotton clad ass enjoying torturing me. “Fuck Me!” “Really, now?” I hear him opening his button fly and his jeans sliding down his legs. “Yes!” I hang my head and grip the sink harder, trying to regain some control. “You want me to plow into your tight little ass Justin? Do you want to still feel my throbbing cock inside you when you dream of me tonight?” “Mmmmm Yes!” He licks the sweat off the back of my neck and rips my underwear down off my ass, setting my burning hard on free. “I really don’t understand why you bother with underwear Justin, just one more thing for me to pull off before I ram into your puckered little asshole.” I let out a choked cry and push my hips back trying to find his. I finally hear the blessed rip of the condom and the sounds of Brian rolling it onto himself. He presents two fingers to my mouth and I take them into my mouth and suck greedily, coating them with a good layer of spit. He pulls away from my lips, I can tell he’s gunna lose it if we don’t hurry up. Me too. “But before I can slam into you I need to explore a bit.” No! My legs shake and I’m so close just from his dirty words. He quickly shoves both of his fingers into my ass, a sharp burn runs through it for awhile but then it melts into torturous pleasure. As soon as I start to rock my hips back against his hand he withdraws his digits and I feel the blunt head of his dick pressing against my crack. “Are you ready for this little boy?” The head finds my hole and before he starts to push in and throw my hips back and take in a good portion of his length, letting out a loud groan of pleasure pain. “Easy there cowboy.” He wraps his arm around my bare torso and eases all the way into me. I’m panting hard and I feel as if I’m on fire. He rests there for a second, letting me adjust to his throbbing member. I turn my head back and meet his lips. He pulls out torturously slow, “Hold on tight little boy, this is going to be one hell of a ride.” He whispers against my lips. Just then he slams back into me, hard. He repeats the process several times, greeting my prostate along the way. He rests his forehead on my shoulder and increases his pace, pistoning in and out of me. I try to rock my hips back as best as I can but he keeps pounding into me so I just hold on. The hand that was resting on my belly slides down and starts to pull on my forgotten cock. On the second stroke he hits my prostate and I cum all over his hand, screaming out a mixture of profanity. Brian thrusts into me a couple more times, riding the clenching of my ass and I feel him jerk and the condom fill in my ass. We collapse onto the sink in front of us and try to regain our breathing. A few minutes later I pick up my head and turn to meet his lips, “Aaaaamazing.” “You know it Sunshine.” He lifts himself off of me and pulls out of my tired ass with a ‘pop’. He discards the condom in the corner and goes to pick up our clothes. After straightening ourselves out in a comfortable silence we meet for another kiss as the bell rings. “Saved by the Bell.” “I would miss art any day if we could do that again.” I say smiling up at him. “Get to class twat.” He says with a swat to my ass.