The next chapters done, il post it before the end of the week.. after that though Im not sure when il next be able to post because Im going to be on holiday. We dont have internet in my place in Italy.. and Im not sure where il be able to find it in the nearest town.. Il try and convince my grandparents that getting wireless is in their best interest but Im not even sure they know what wireless is.. so wish me luck.. I hope I get lots of comments for this chapter everyone was rather silent for the last one although Il take that as punishment for having made u guys wait so long for the next update.. Hope everyone enjoys ~*~*~*~*~*~ Brian woke up the next morning to the nearly indiscernible sound of charcoal scratching over paper and cold feet pressed against his upper thigh. He was lying on his stomach facing the door that led to his room and it took him a moment to realise that he was in Justin’s bed. He turned his head to see Justin curled up with a sketchpad on his knees, watching him with a sleepy grin. Brian frowned, realising that Justin was the owner of the feet, whom he would hold accountable for stealing his body heat. Justin tilted his head and studied the body that was laid out before him. When he had first woken he hadn’t known whether to touch or settle for drawing him. In the end his itchy fingers had won out. Knowing he only had a limited amount of time available to him before Brian woke up and that the touching would be just as rewarding once he had done so. Drawing him later though would be a near impossibility as he couldn’t image that Brian could stay still for very long, especially if that need to touch got in the way, as he knew it most definitely would. When Brian’s head turned to face him he had to smile. His eyes barely opened, peered out at him from under long lashes. Even half asleep it seemed Brian would still stare him down, scanning his naked body with a lazy half satisfied smile, which turned into a frown when his gaze ended up on his feet. Justin put his sketchpad down and shifted his body until he knelt by Brian’s side. He placed his hand at the base of Brian’s neck and stroked down the dark length of his back, over the swell of his ass and then up again. He admired the firm definition of each muscle and wondered what miracle would have to occur to get Brian to pose for him at his every whim. Brian sighed and turned on to his back, Justin’s hand never left his skin and ended up on his abdomen. His fingers tracing from his navel and along his pleasure trail. Brian curled his fingers round the slender wrist that had begun to torment him and tugged until Justin moved up and sprawled out on top of him. He placed one hand on the back of his blond head so that he could play with the strands of his hair and the other cupped Justin’s firm ass so that his fingers could dip in and tease apart the cheeks which guarded his hole. Justin shuffled his hips from side to side to make space for them between Brian’s legs, stimulating Brian’s morning erection in the process and grinning stupidly at his success. Brian rolled his eyes and continued to stroke the parts of the boy, which he favoured. “Tender?” he asked. His voice sounded husky from the hours of disuse. Justin bent his arms, resting his elbows on Brian’s chest and his chin in his palms so that he could stare down at him. Brian felt him clench and release his butt cheeks repeatedly as if to measure the extent of any damage. The tightening of the firm muscles around his fingers making his body heat up. Justin nose wrinkled in deliberation and Brian felt an urge to kiss him but reined it in. “I think you ask me that less for my benefit… more to make sure that the stamp of last night’s activities have not left me. You like to think that you have marked me in some permanent way. That randomly through out my day I'll make a sudden move, feel the sting and just have to think of you.” Justin finished with a dramatic sigh and smiled impishly. “I must not give you enough to do to occupy your day, Just as it seems to me you have much too much time with which to come up with ridiculous theories such as the one you just put forth.” “I am right aren’t I?” Justin asked rhetorically and sat up, legs straddling Brian’s waist. “You like to go about your day knowing that I can still feel you inside of me hours after you were last there.” Justin’s voice took on a seductive, dream-like quality. Brian’s hands moved until they curved round, clutching Justin’s pale hips. His blue eyes suddenly flashed open and he started to inch backwards slowly so that his ass could rub over Brian’s sex, teasingly. When Justin made Brian’s breath hitch and his fingers tighten their hold on his hips, he laughed joyfully, eyes glowing blissfully with the elation of initiating their play. Suddenly he knelt up and his head turned to look down over his shoulder. He turned back to face Brian quickly and then moved his hips around whilst lost in thought. The smile that curled his lips told Brian where this was going. Justin shifted his hip experimentally, wondering whether Brian could enter him in this particular position. He couldn’t imagine anything from a logistical point of view that should prevent it. He must only find something that would make Brian slick. He thought about last night and wondered how they had managed it then. His brow furrowed as he stared at Brian’s hard sex. Suddenly Brian felt Justin’s whole body tense and Justin’s attention swiftly snapped towards him. Then he stilled and Brian watched his face as he lost himself in thought. A blush began to tinge his cheeks and he bit his lip as he blinked slowly and hesitantly met his gaze. Brian raised a brow in question. There were a few seconds of expectant silence before Justin shook his in denial and looked away. Brian was vaguely surprised at Justin’s strange antics but he shrugged it off. Justin’s obvious discomfort, palpable and Brian decided to do his best to distract him. He began to stroke down the thighs, which pinned him down, straddling either side of his waist. His thumbs ran along the sensitive flesh between his knees and his crotch. Suddenly all the hairs on Justin’s legs stood up, responding to the stimulus and Brian watched as Justin’s sex began to fill out. Justin gave him a shy smile and settled down again. Brian moved his hand towards his pink cock and stroked it to full hardness. Justin’s eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back while his pelvis tilted up into Brian’s grip. When Brian stopped Justin never moved so quickly in his life to glare at someone. Brian grabbed on to Justin’s hand and folded down his thumb and pinkie before tugging it up and sticking the remaining three fingers into his mouth and slicking them down with his saliva. For a reason completely unknown to Brian, Justin blushed and averted his eyes. It didn’t stop Brian from removing the fingers and leading them back to press against Justin’s hole. Justin started to pant and the shade of blue of his eyes darkened considerably as he started to finger himself. He lost himself in the pleasure. Eyes closing as he lent forward to give himself better access, bracing himself with his other hand flat on Brian’s chest. Justin’s sweet pink tongue poked out from between his lips in his efforts and Brian sat up so that he could suck it into his mouth. Justin curled his other arm round Brian’s neck and moaned into his mouth. He forced a third finger inside of himself and started panting. He was ready. Removing his fingers and pushing Brian back on to the bed he turned and started to stroke Brian’s hard length so that he could slick it down with the liquid that leaked from the slit in its head. Justin turned back to him, “What… what do I do?” Brian put his hands on Justin’s hips and shoved him back gently, holding his cock up he pushed Justin down in its general direction. He was a little mindless from the anticipation. Understanding, Justin shifted his body until he could feel the wet head of Brian’s sex press against him. He gasped as it breeched him and Brian’s hand came up to stroke soothing circles on his belly. He took him in deeper, slowly bending his legs until he was seated on Brian’s lap with his cock fully imbedded inside of him. His eyes and mouth were wide as he panted, open-mouthed and Brian groaned at the sight of him. It took all of his restraint not to thrust up into that willing body. Justin couldn’t breathe. Brian was so far up him he was compressing his lungs. His legs were shaky and he could think of nothing but the stretching fullness of it all. He shook his head… no this was it… this was all he could do. He squeezed his eyes tight and tried to remember how to breathe. Justin was tight around him, so very, very tight and so very, very still. Brian stared up at him intently hoping that somehow that would encourage Justin to start working himself up and down his length but it didn’t seem to work. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, there chests heaving steadily in and out in time with their breathing. Brian was going slowly crazy, as Justin remained motionless above him. He had just about convinced himself that he needed to flip the boy on to his back so that he would be able to thrust into him when suddenly it seemed that Justin relaxed and started to calm down. His dark blue eyes opened slowly and stared down at him. “Okay. It's all right… I'm alright.” He sighed and began to move his body. Experimenting with what felt good he began to raise and lower himself and Brian nearly cried with relief and bent his knees up to give Justin more support. Justin’s eyes flew open when he managed to lean back and manoeuvre himself so that Brian hit his prostate on every thrust, crying out his pleasure and speeding up. Brian grabbed onto his forearms and pulled him down so that the length of his chest pressed down against his own and he could kiss him. Justin clutched at his shoulders desperately his fingers digging onto his skin and hips still propelling themselves frantically down onto Brian’s brutally hard member while Brian did his best to tilt his pelvis up and meet his every frantic thrust. Their mouths tore at each other hungrily. Biting and sucking until even their spare energy had to be taken up on the movement of the lower halves of their bodies and they just breathed into each mouth’s melded together, neither of them willing to sever the connection. And Justin began to beg. Oblivious to the fact that he had the control, he begged. Pleaded brokenly, sobbing beautifully until Brian took pity on him and he forced his hand between their bellies and curled his fingers round his painfully hard prick. Justin moaned and pushed back slightly to rest his forehead against Brian’s breast. Brian could feel Justin’s ass swallow his cock repeatedly. The hot tight walls of his passage clenching him fiercely, which made more of his seed leak out and eased each of his thrusts, lubricating his channel. When Justin reached his climax he was glorious in his intensity. His back arched, taught as a bow, head thrown back, neck exposed. His internal muscles rippled over him contracting, trying to expel him from his body. Gibberish spilled from him lips as he cried out and his dark red cock jerked and let loose across his torso. Justin fell forward gasping and shuddering. Brian tried to even his breaths and wrapped his arms loosely around the inert body on top of him. He stroked up and down the length of his back, feeling his way over each and every one of his vertebrae as if he were trying to memorise the feeling of them. They didn’t move for some time. “Justin, get off me.” Brian whispered and kissed the top of the blond head. He needed to dress and start the day but he wouldn’t be able to do so until the warm satiated body on top of him got off. “Hmmmm” Justin burrowed deeper into his chest and Brian sighed and rolled his eyes. He began the long process of manoeuvring Justin off and back on to the bed. Once he had accomplished that none too easy feat Justin settled for burrowing under the bed sheets. Brian ambled over towards his dresser then paused, eyeing it in confusion. He looked around him and remembered that they weren’t in his chambers. He shrugged and continued deciding that he could use Justin’s things even though he could hardly imagine when Justin would ever have a cause to use it. Brian had already started the process of shaving when Justin sat up as if he had only just noticed Brian’s absence, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Justin seemed content to watch him lost in thought. He tensed suddenly and gasped, “Last night you referred to me as Gus’s Godfather. I'd forgotten. Was… was that said in jest… or did you mean it?” Justin asked, his excitement evident until he suddenly stilled and tried to calm himself. Brian watched him in the mirror, as he spoke “Has he not been christened yet?” “I… well yes the night he was born there was a priest. There usually is just in case…” he drifted off leaving the ‘just in case’ thought unfinished. “…But the big christening that occurs when one… well when one can afford it really, that… No. Her Ladyship refused to arrange it until she knew you would be present.” He paused, “She loved you very much.” Justin ventured calmly looking at him apprehensively. Brian splashed water on his face and started to brush white foam along his neck and cheeks. When he had finished he picked up his razor, leant back and sat, naked on the edge of the vanity. “She loved the hero image she created of me. Not me but a reflection of who she thought I was.” he replied matter of factly and ran the razor up one side of his neck. “She spoke of you often.” Justin continued his unease still evident. “Did she?” Justin smiled softly and his face took on a dreamy quality while he lost himself in memories. “I was half in love with you myself from the way she described you.” Justin continued on totally oblivious to the sudden tension that had touched Brian’s every muscle when he spoke those words. “I thought you would be a God. Such beauty, such intellect, such perfection and I half believed her especially when she spoke of you and I held Gus in my arms. It is difficult to dispute the beauty of a man you have never seen when his little boy is perfection itself.” “And once you did meet me?” Justin started as if remembering that Brian was in the room with him. “You are… very much a man.” He returned suddenly breathless his eyes rising to meet the ones that stared at him so intently. “I don’t think a God could do the things you do to me.” and somehow from those words Brian knew that Justin did not mean to refer to the sin of it but the humanity of their shared passion. Not being a deity in this particular occasion was a good thing. A very good thing. Brian smirked and turned away from blue irises to look in the mirror, making sure he hadn’t missed any spots. Still facing away from the bed Brian finally answered the question that had begun this conversation, “When Gus is christened it would be… Gus’s pleasure to have you as his Godfather.” Brian spoke distractedly as if his words were of no importance. He saw Justin joy evident in his reflection in the mirror in front of him and was grateful that Justin did not begin to exuberantly express his eternal gratitude but stayed happy and silent. He bent forwards to wash away the remaining shaving foam, picked up a hand towel and dried his face before turning again. He cleared his throat, “As Gus’s Godfather I expect you to be able to defend him… so I shall arrange for you to meet a good fencing instructor at one of the fighting clubs. It is no use to wear that pretty decoration if you don’t know how to use it.” Justin’s expression changed as he stared at Brian with a raised brow and a half amused expression on his face. “To protect Gus? A child barely two years old?” he spoke doubtfully “Yes.” Brian replied trying to veil his discomfort. “What makes you think that I carry a sword for merely… decorative purposes?” Justin asked still vaguely amused. Brian stared at him pointedly as if to tell him that his pale delicate frame, loving nature and youthful looks did not a fighter make. “Well I shall do my best to… impress you when the time comes to… show off all my skills…” he left a long obvious pause, of which Brian seemed oblivious and then continued. “…The skills I shall learn at the feet of the master you pick out for me.” he nodded emphatically and did not know whether to hope Brian noticed the way his speech had been delivered… or to wait and surprise him when the time came. Brian nodded happy with the result of the conversation and stood. “Good, I'm glad that’s settled then.” Justin smiled and shook his head at a complete loss how such perceptive men could be so dense about certain things. He was making his way towards his own room when suddenly he remembered to recollect Justin’s discomfort from earlier. “What was it you wanted to ask me… before?” Justin frowned in confusion then tensed, blushed crimson and turned away. Brian smiled totally perplexed. “Justin?” “It matters not.” He mumbled and began to untangle himself from the bed sheets. Brian walked towards him, reaching him before he had completed the first few steps towards… somewhere else. Brian grabbed his wrist and pulled him back until he faced him. He waited silently until Justin finally opened his mouth and began to speak. “I was sitting on top of you planning to… do what I did and trying to think of some way to um… what I would use to… ease your passage...” he finally settled on his mortification staining his every pore. “Last night you…” he trailed off closed his eyes as if he hoped that when he opened them Brian would have disappeared, “When… before you um… entered me…” he stammered on, to Brian’s great amusement. “Before… um that! How… I could not recall what it was you used to… um…” he paused and Brian held him tighter. Finally Justin pressed his head into Brian’s shoulder and whispered in to his chest as if someone might overhear, “make me… wet.” Brian grinned widely over the blond head and pressed his body up against the slender frame almost as if to trap him there. “My tongue.” He said simply “Your… your tongue?” Justin repeated dumbly. “Hmmmm.” Brian affirmed as the flat of his hand began to stroke the swell of Justin’s ass. There was a long silence “Brian?” Justin began to struggle against his chest “What… what do you mean – your tongue?” he asked, scandalized. “My! Tongue!” Brian articulated slowly enjoying this game immensely. There was a pause and Brian held him closer and nuzzled his neck and then Justin gasped and stepped back. Eyes wide with numb shock. His mouth opened and shut a few times as if to say something. “Here I'll show you.” Brian concluded quite happily and began pulling him towards the bed. Justin’s eyes focused on him, wide-eyed and terrified. “You will do no such thing.” His mind finally began working and took a quick step back to distance himself from this new wicked act. Deciding on a more candid approach. “Why do you care? It is my tongue.” Brian caught up with him and started to steer him back towards the bed. When Justin fell back against the mattress he quickly scrambled away to perch on the opposite corner and stared back at him suspiciously. Brian began to circle to the other side and Justin could not prevent a small smile from escaping before once again avoiding Brian’s clutches. When Brian managed to finally hook an ankle and drag him back towards him and pin him down they were both half hard and panting. Brian climbed up on top of him. “Try it. If you don’t like it then you tell me to stop.” Brian stated simply. He waited for the slow hesitant nod before shifting to kneel between his legs. He placed his hand on the inside of his knee and pushed gently, spreading open Justin’s soft thighs. Justin was biting the nail of his thumb while watching his every move with wide eyes. “It's OK!” Brian reassured him and began to kiss down Justin’s front. From his collarbone, down the middle of his chest, his tongue dipped in then circled his navel. He could feel the muscles of Justin’s belly quivering as he followed his pleasure trail down and sucked the head of Justin’s cock until he was hard, dark red and leaking. Brian could still feel the tension in Justin’s body and decided that he needed to distract Justin from what he was about to do and force him to concentrate on the pure pleasure of it. Make him utterly incapable of thinking about anything but the pleasure. He bent low and sucked on each of Justin’s balls. Rolling them in his mouth and pulling back until they left his mouth with a pop making Justin gasp and his fists close around the bed sheets. He licked up the sensitive vein that went from the base of Justin’s cock to its head, and dipped his tongue into his slit, collecting the moisture that had gathered there. Justin thrust up into his mouth and Brian grinned and headed down again, over his balls and focused on his perineum. He licked up and down that line, getting slowly closer to his final destination, breaking up the licks with sloppy open mouthed kisses that seemed to make Justin both throw his head back in want and laugh out loud at the joy of it. Justin was most definitely relaxed when Brian suddenly continued on further and circled his hole with his tongue. Justin froze and his eyes flew open. Then he felt the strangest sensation as Brian blew hot air over his entrance. It made him shiver and his ass clench. It made him want more and he nudged his hips down in, what he hoped was a subtle movement but which made Brian grab on to his thighs and spread him open wider for better access. His tongue swirled round lightly in an ever decreasing circle until it was running along the inside rim. He felt Justin’s hole clench and heard him gasp. He looked up and their eyes met. Justin’s gaze was dark with heat and need. Any reservations he may have had over this new sex act had long been abandoned. Brian smiled and turned his attention back to the task at hand. Stiffening his tongue he thrust in as deep as he could and felt Justin arch his back and whimper. Justin could not begin to deny the effect that these sensations were having on him. It was so wet and so soft as Brian moved his head between his legs. His fingers pulled at the bed covers and he whined deep in his throat as he felt Brian enter him and begin to lick at the walls of his channel. His mouth fell open and his eyelids fluttered leaving only the whites of his eyes visible. He tried to breath himself through the feelings that overwhelmed him but he could feel his sex harden painfully and leak and his heartbeat quicken. Justin shook his head while arching down to take more of Brian into him. He dropped his hand and threaded his fingers through Brian’s, which held his hip down. Brian ducked in closer and lifted both of Justin’s legs so that they hung over his shoulders, wrapped around his head. He hadn’t imagined that he would enjoy savouring his flavour this much, earthy and musky and all Justin. He kept his hand on Justin’s hip, their fingers tangled together and moved the other one to his balls, tugging and massaging them until he wrapped his fingers round his cock, his thumb pressing against the base while his finger swept over it's head. Justin moaned low in his throat and felt Brian pull his hand away. His fingers scrambled to hold on but when he felt a new pressure push into him along side Brian’s tongue his mind splintered and all thought leaked out of his brain. Brian had two fingers inside of Justin pressing and stroking his prostate as his hand gently jerked his hard hot prick. He felt Justin gather himself, every muscle tensing, his legs trembled and he cried out as Brian milked his cock and his seed gushed out of him in long jets that left him quivering and exhausted. Brian crawled up and let his body drop alongside Justin’s. He watched, stroking his chest, over his tight nipples while the boy recuperated. He admired his flushed chest and cheeks as the colour slowly began to fade. “That shouldn’t feel so good.” Justin panted lazily and hid his head under a pillow. Brian rolled his eyes and stole the pillow back from him. “Haven't you noticed that everything that shouldn’t feel good… usually does?” Justin opened his eyes and his mouth twisted into an amused smirk, “I get the impression that you are an expert on all things… that one shouldn’t do.” Brian grinned but remained silent. He lent down and hovered, his mouth an inch from Justin’s own. He let Justin make the decision to lean up and taste him. Savour this new flavour from Brian’s mouth in the same way Brian had enjoyed the flavour when he had tasted it from its original place inside Justin a scant few seconds earlier. Then he pulled back and got off the bed walking into his room leaving Justin behind, watching his every move. Justin sighed and tried to gather enough energy to sit up so he could wash and dress for the day. Brian rushed down the stairs, finally dressed, calling out for Jenkins who materialised somewhere to his left. He handed him his messages wordlessly and Brian turned into his study. He had left Justin in his rooms dressed, thankfully or he had a feeling he would have been tempted to stay in bed all day. He had looked in on him as he had passed the open doorway to see him hunched over Lizzie’s old writing desk concentrating fully on the pile of papers he had in front of him. It looked like he was drawing and Brian suspected that it would be some time before Justin emerged from his rooms. He began to read his messages. He had one from Clara, thanking him for escorting her to dinner the night before, which read more like a scolding for having abandoned her and left her at the mercy of the ton. Brian snorted amused for he couldn’t imagine a woman more capable of withstanding the worst of any situation. She could take on Napoleon himself leaving him barely standing without having ruffled a hair on her head. Some calling cards had been dropped off and he read off their names to see if there was anyone of interest and then dropped them into a draw in his desk where he kept the great pile of cards that had been left to him over the years. He was tidying the piles of papers on his desk when he froze and bent again to shuffle through his draw. He found one of the cards that he had discarded and stared at it. The Prince’s mistress, what was she doing sending him her calling card. He twirled the small card in his fingers and stared into the distance. Who was this woman? He was going to have to put one of his researchers onto her, find out where she’d come from. He propped the card up against his desk lamp to make sure that he wouldn’t forget and looked up as he heard a cough. Jenkins had appeared with his coat and to inform him that his carriage was waiting. He sighed wondering when the opportunity would come for him to ride. Wandering around town in his opulent carriage when he could be riding free was tiring him out. He put on his coat and left. He had to be off or Alasdair would needle him once again over his lack of dedication. ------- It was late evening when Brian began to make his way home. He had sent the carriage on ahead of him for it was a fresh night and the moon was full. He hoped that walking home would somehow calm the sense of restless anticipation that was tainting everything he did. The day had seemed too long and every instinct told that if something was to happen it would be doing so quite soon. The day had been spent catching up on inane errands, which had too long left undone. He’d even remembered to send off that letter of introduction to the fencing master on Justin’s behalf. That boy attracted danger like no other and he was damned if he would even attempt to teach him at least the basics in the fencing arts. It was like dancing so hopefully Justin would be proficient enough after a couple of months practice for the boy moved quite gracefully. He had also checked on his stallion. He kept Arion in the stables at the club for often he needed to make a quick discreet getaway and it was easier if he left from there. He was hoping that when this latest storm passed he would return with Justin to the country. He knew that Justin had good reason to stay in London for a few months. He doubted that a mother would deny her son the enjoyment of a few parties under the chaperone of an older gentleman whom she would soon be meeting and whose wife had been a good friend and neighbour. She was probably overjoyed that Justin had an opportunity to revel in his youth, to lift the mantle of heavy responsibility from his shoulders for a short while. Yes it would be a perfect opportunity. When he had settled Lizzie in that house he had barely had time to see it. He loved the country. The freedom of fresh air, the animals, the community who were just as nosey and prone to gossip but somehow when you were in the country it all seemed less vicious, less predatory. It had been a volatile moment in history. The war was coming to an end and Brian had so much to do routing out conspiracies and spies and making sure that the armies were kept informed of any vital enemy activities. He’s hardly had time to tuck her safely into the new house before rushing back to London. He’d not been willing to risk leaving her in London where an over zealous French frog could have used her as a means of revenge, in exchange for their defeat after his very successful intelligence campaign over on the other side of the channel. He had played a large part in ensuring the French defeat. Hopefully this time he’d have the chance to enjoy the time away. They’d be back in time for harvest, the summer and swimming in the river. Brian felt himself relax just thinking about it. Gus would probably enjoy the colour and vitality of the country more than that of the city. He was quite lost in his own mind when began to feel very uncomfortable. He tensed, his hackles rose but his step barely faltered. His awareness of his surrounding expanded but he did not stop, he knew that a moving target was harder to hit than a still one. He twitched his hand and a throwing knife fell into his palm. He continued to walk on hoping that it was men with swords or knives that would accost him for he knew he could best several of them even if they came at him more than one at a time. A pistol would be much harder to dodge especially if he didn’t know what direction the shot would be coming from. He was only five minutes away from his front door. His pulse was quick and his adrenaline rushed through his veins. If nothing happened Justin would have a difficult time helping him rid himself of all the excess energy he would arrive with. When he finally heard a shot he almost sighed with relief. For at least he knew that he wasn’t just getting paranoid in his old age.