“There is definitely something wrong if you think I look like Daphne!” Brian said sarcastically and then added, “After all, I just got my hair cut.” Justin looked completely shell shocked. He felt the towel fall from his hands as he continued to stare into Brian’s eyes. His initial response was to run right over to him and devour him, but this was not a planned visit and Justin wasn’t sure why Brian was here. “What are you doing here?” Justin stammered. “I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m thrilled you are here, but why are you here?” “Our last conversation was not quite what I had expected and I thought maybe it would be better if I just came up here so we could straighten things out.” “That figures.” Justin whispered to himself. “What figures?” Brian asked. He was starting to feel anger building but was squelching it just as fast. Justin decided not to hold back his thoughts any longer – it didn’t do either of them any good. “It just figures,” Justin began, “because I happened to like how our last conversation ended; so of course you are going to leave work and fly up here to fix that right away. You don’t dare let me think you really do miss me as much as I miss you. You can't do that – no way – that would be like a puppy exposing its soft underbelly and then asking someone to step on him.” Justin decided that if this was the best “queening” he could do, he was way out of practice. He walked up to Brian until their chests were touching and grabbed his hands. “When are you going to realize that when I see a puppy, all I want to do is pet it and love it and take care of it? I would never step on you for showing me your vulnerable side.” Brian raised an eyebrow at Justin and smirked before asking, “Does that mean you are going to buy me a leash and try to paper train me?” Justin knew then that things were going to be OK. He leaned closer to Brian and kissed him softly; pulling away as he ended the kiss – causing Brian to lean forward. This had become Justin’s trademark that he used when he knew he was going to win an argument and wanted to leave Brian wanting more. “There will be no paper training because I would be the one to clean it up anyway. As for the leash,” Justin said with an evil grin, “that will depend on how well you behave.” They both laughed and Brian pulled Justin back to him and into a deeper kiss. Grabbing a handful of Justin’s hair, Brian smashed their lips together harder. His other hand barely moved but as soon as it did, Justin felt the towel around his waist fall to the floor. Brian held him tight and stood up straight, raising Justin off the floor a few inches. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to lift Justin onto the kitchen counter. He ran his right hand up the side of Justin’s face and then did the same on the left before pulling Justin’s face to his once again. Driving his tongue deep into Justin’s mouth, Brian was so swept up in the moment he barely realized it was him moaning. Justin’s hands were flying through the buttons on Brian’s shirt. When he finally had it open, he kept running his hands up and down Brian’s chest. He had missed the touch of Brian’s skin so much. He started thrusting his already stiff cock against whatever bare skin he could find on Brian’s body. There were so many ways Justin could think to describe what he was feeling, but the strongest was one simple form – right. Brian pulled away again to undo the buttons on the wrists of his shirt so he could finish taking it off. As he tossed it to the floor he began kissing Justin’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Where is the bedroom again?” Justin stifled a laugh. “You must be losing your edge old man. I can't count how many times you have fucked me right on the kitchen counter in the loft.” Justin said as he started nipping lightly at Brian’s neck. Brian smirked back at Justin and replied, “I’d love to fuck you right here – if I wasn’t so worried about getting scratched by this chipped imitation Formica counter top.” Justin rolled his eyes playfully and slowly slipped off the counter top; smiling to himself as his pre-come leaked onto Brian’s abdomen on the way down. “Well, we can't have that now can we?” Justin asked as he nuzzled into Brian’s neck. He reached down and grabbed his towel and Brian’s shirt. When he stood back up, he grabbed Brian by the hand and walked toward the bedroom. After walking through the doorway, Brian turned and closed the door. When he turned back around, he saw Justin on his knees in front of him. If it had been possible for Brian’s cock to get any harder, it would have right then. He walked up close to Justin and brushed his hand against his face and smiled. It was one of his true smiles; one very few people saw and one most others did not even think Brian was capable of producing. Seeing that smile made Justin smile even bigger as he started to pull Brian’s pants down. When they were pooling at his feet, Brian toed off his shoes and stepped out of the pants; amused by the look on Justin's face. It drove Justin wild when Brian went “commando”. He had admitted to Brian once that just thinking about it got him hard. Justin ran his hands up Brian’s leg, his eyes taking in every inch of his older lover. Justin was missing him so much. He missed watching him sleep. He missed cuddling with him (of course they never called it cuddling – lesbians and breeders cuddled – not fags). He missed the taste and smell of Brian’s skin most of all. With that thought, Justin leaned over and started kissing one of Brian’s ankles; working his way north. At one point he snaked around and flicked his tongue along the back of Brian’s knees. He felt them give just a little and smiled to himself. “Just like riding a bike,” he thought to himself. He moved so that he was behind Brian now and slowly ran his tongue up the back of his legs until he ran into Brian’s beautiful ass. Brian felt his knees buckle a little when Justin ran his tongue over the back of them. “Fucking Twink!” he thought with a look on his face one could only describe as part amusement – part lust. He ran his hand across his chest and was flicking his own nipple when he felt Justin’s hot breath on his balls. Justin was flicking his tongue along the back of Brian’s balls slowly, as if he had planned every thing out and there was an order to it. Brian’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Justin moving toward his ass. Justin ran his finger up and down between Brian’s ass cheeks slowly and then pulled them apart carefully and let out a breath right across Brian’s hole. He smiled to himself when he saw the hole tighten automatically. He leaned in less than an inch from his version of heaven and let out a soft sigh. “Brian, have I ever told you…” he paused as he leaned in to kiss and flick his tongue along the inside of Brian’s left ass cheek. “…how much…” he paused again to repeat the same action on the inside of Brian’s right ass cheek. “…I love your ass?” Justin finished the question with a slow ghosting lick starting from the base of Brian’s balls all the way to his tight hole. Brian let loose of a deep moan followed closely by “FUCK Justin!” Some where in the deep recesses of his psyche, Brian knew that no matter how many men he fucked in his life; no one would ever be able to make him feel quite as good as Justin did. Keeping his eyes closed and a firm grip on his nipple, Brian could picture what they looked like right now: Justin on his knees with his face buried in Brian’s ass. It was almost too much for Brian to think about. He had several things he had wanted to discuss while here, but he’d be damned if he could remember what any of them were at the moment. All he could think about right then was Justin’s tongue and the things it was doing to him. Brian was about to suggest they move to the bed when Justin pulled away and motioned in that direction. He was licking his lips like a starving child who had been given a nibble of something and couldn’t wait for more. Brian got on the bed on his hands and knees and was resting his head on the pillows as he felt Justin’s tongue attacking his hole again. Brian felt his eyes roll back in his head as he started to give his body over to the sensations. “Christ, if he keeps this up, I’ll come before he even touches my cock!” Brian thought to himself. As much as he wanted to see what that was like, he knew that it was comparable to handing over the control of their relationship to Justin and that was definitely NOT what this weekend was about. Reluctantly Brian pulled away from Justin’s tongue bath; just barely, but enough to get Justin's attention. Justin gave him a questioning look as Brian motioned for him to crawl onto the bed with him. As Justin brought his face up to meet Brian’s their cocks briefly rubbed against each other. Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no fucking way he was going to let himself come from those brief seconds when their cocks had rubbed together. Justin looked concerned. Brian had never stopped him in the middle of a rim job before. Now he had his eyes clamped shut and was clenching his fist and taking deep breaths. It was almost as if he was in pain and not wanting to show it. “Brian?” Justin asked so softly it was a whisper. He ran his hand down Brian’s arm as he whispered again. “Are you ok? You look like you’re in pain. Did I hurt you somehow?” Justin kept staring at Brian’s closed eyes trying to will them to open. Brian chuckled. “Yea – you’re hurting me. It’s not normal to hold back an orgasm. It takes a lot of concentration and will power. Things that seem to be in short supply whenever you are around.” Brian thought to himself. “No, Justin, you didn’t hurt me.” Brian scrambled to find an acceptable explanation. “I just didn’t think it was fair that you have all the fun.” He finished with his typical smirk back in place. In mere seconds Brian had grabbed Justin and flipped him onto his back and was straddling his waist. Brian had Justin pinned to the bed with his hands, his legs and his mouth. Brian had never been big on leaving any marks on his tricks. Bite marks and such could be there for days and Brian preferred that all traces of him be gone by the time the trick stepped out of his next shower. But Justin had never been like any other trick and Brian couldn’t resist the desire to sink his teeth into Justin’s soft skin. He left little bite marks all over Justin’s neck and worked his way down to one of Justin’s nipples. Brian flicked his tongue over Justin’s right nipple teasingly until it was standing erect, then he grabbed it between his teeth and lightly bit down while moving his teeth back and forth. At that point, any sounds coming from Justin were just that – sounds. If he was attempting to actually say words, he was failing completely. He pushed his head down hard against the pillows beneath him and arched his chest into Brian as far as it would go. As much as he loved eating Brian’s ass, there was definitely something to be said for being on this end of things as well. Justin was running his hands through Brian’s hair when the delicious torture on his nipples stopped. It was only seconds before it started up again and Justin never had time to really question it. Another couple of seconds later and he didn’t need to wonder any longer. Justin bit down on his lower lip as he felt Brian’s finger pressing against his tight hole. Brian’s finger was wet with what Justin knew was his own spit. Justin could only wish he’d had his eyes open when Brian had left his nipple long enough to suck on his own finger so that he wouldn’t hurt Justin when pressing it into Justin’s hole. As the pressure against his hole increased, Justin bit harder on his lip. He began to push against the pressure hoping to catch Brian off guard and pull his finger inside practically be sheer willpower. As he pushed a little harder, the pressure stopped and he opened his eyes in shock. He started to look down – expecting to see Brian’s face hovering over his chest. He was startled to see Brian’s face right above his own – looking a bit concerned. Brian brought his hand up to Justin’s face and ran his fingers along Justin’s bruised lower lip. Justin could smell himself on Brian’s fingers and that made his desire even stronger. He opened his mouth and tried to capture Brian’s fingers – wondering if he’d be able to taste himself as well; but Brian pulled his fingers away. Justin looked into Brian’s eyes, showing more confusion. “What’s wrong now?” he asked. He hoped his voice wasn’t coming across as pouting or demanding. Luckily his confusion was what came across the strongest. “You’re turning your lip into hamburger.” was Brian’s reply. Justin let his tongue run over his bottom lip. He could feel ridges where his teeth had started to really sink in hard. He shrugged and started to pull Brian back into a kiss. Before their lips met, Brian looked into Justin’s eyes and said, “Be more careful – I don’t want people thinking I flew up here and kicked your ass or something…” They both laughed slightly as they brought their lips together again. As the intensity of their kiss grew, Brian brought his hand up to their faces. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to bring his hand to Justin’s mouth. His fingers ghosted over Justin’s full red lips. Justin opened his mouth a little and Brian let his middle finger slide inside. Justin sucked on the finger as if it were a cock. Justin's own smell – even stronger than it had been a few seconds before – made his mind reel. He didn’t want to think about anything else at that moment – all that existed was Brian’s finger and his mouth. A moment later Brian pulled his finger away from Justin. He covered Justin’s mouth with his own while running his slick finger between Justin’s ass cheeks. Justin ran his fingers through Brian’s hair and held their faces together as he felt the pressure once again against his hole. Justin had pulled Brian’s tongue into his mouth and was sucking on it as Brian finally breached his entrance slowly. Justin let go of Brian’s tongue as he grunted and pushed against Brian’s finger. Brian moved his finger back and forth slowly until he found Justin’s prostate. “I’ll show him who is in control of this… fuck… this relationship.” Brian said to himself. With that, he added another finger and went back to work on Justin’s prostate. Justin was squirming beneath Brian; pulling him into a furious kiss one second and running his nails down Brian's chest the next. He could no longer think about anything but the sensations Brian was causing – he could barely remember his own name. Finally Justin was able to form a word… the look on Brian’s face was utter satisfaction as Justin screamed his name when he came. Brian was sitting there drawing designs across Justin’s chest with the come Justin had just shot all over the place. He was rather pleased with himself. Not only had he avoided losing control of the situation when Justin nearly made him come from a rim job, but he had completely turned the tides and made Justin come without even directly touching Justin’s cock. He took a deep breath and reveled in his own amusement. “Yes,” he thought to himself, “it’s good to be king.” Justin was shell shocked. He had never come that way before. He didn’t think Brian had laid even a finger on his cock. He didn’t know whether to be impressed or to feel cheated. He wanted Brian’s cock in his ass so bad he could barely think straight. His mind was so foggy; he wasn’t even sure what to say. In the end he didn’t have to say anything. His stomach growled and that caused them to both laugh. Brian looked down at Justin and smiled as their eyes locked. “It’s nice to know some things don’t change.” He said as he leaned in to kiss Justin again. A few minutes later they were in the kitchen scrounging for dinner. They settled for sandwiches and beer since neither was in the mood to really cook anything. They each sat on either end of the couch and ate quietly. It was a comfortable silence which, of course, made Brian a bit uncomfortable. Mainly because they still hadn’t talked about anything yet. Not that there was a huge amount of anything to really discuss. The part that unnerved Brian was that it seemed less and less important as the day played out. Brian found his mind starting to wander. There had always been something about Justin – even from the beginning. Brian had treated him just like all the others; but Justin kept coming back. Eventually Brian relented and started to get to know “the kid”; even started to like him. Then, the night of the prom – during their dance, “the kid” became “Justin”. Just as quickly, Justin was almost taken away. Brian used to think that night was when Justin broke down his walls, and there was some truth to that. The ultimate truth, however, was that Justin had been picking apart his walls ever since he allowed him to come back to his loft that second time. To this day, Brian couldn’t explain why he had done that. He *never* fucked the same trick twice. No matter what he told himself – Brian always seemed drawn to him in a way he could not explain. The perfect example of this is when Justin took off with his credit card and ran to New York. Instead of grabbing him by the hair and dragging him back to Pittsburgh the minute he found him; Brian allowed the kid to practically seduce him. Granted, it was some of the hottest sex they’d had to date; but Brian still couldn’t believe it happened the way it had. Justin had caused him to do all kinds of things he swore he’d never do – luckily Justin wasn’t aware of all of them. He cringed to think what Justin (or the rest of the group for that matter) would say if they knew he had actually paid for sex shortly after Justin had left him for the asshole fiddler. Michael’s reaction alone would have made life unbearable. Just as he imagined that, he closed his eyes and contorted his face in pain. “You know – you really shouldn’t be thinking about Michael right now.” Justin said as he scooted up next to Brian. “How on earth does he do that?” Brian thought to himself. “Well my mind tends to wander when there is nothing holding my attention.” Brian retorted. Justin leaned over and cupped Brian’s cock through his jeans; feeling it spring to life. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can hold your attention.” Justin said with a smirk. Brian chuckled and then replied with a smirk of his own. “I realize it’s been a while since you’ve attended an Anatomy class, but that’s not my attention you’re holding right now.” “Oh, but I disagree. Everyone knows you think with your dick…” Justin’s voice trailed away as he rubbed his hand harder against Brian. “You little smartass!” Brian said and then jumped at Justin and started tickling him. Justin tried desperately to get away and when he finally managed it, he ran straight for the bedroom. Brian followed Justin and in no time had him pinned to the back of the bedroom door. Their hands all over each other and their lips pressed together in a passionate frenzy. Just a minute later they were pulling at each other’s clothes. Brian had pulled Justin’s shirt over his head then twisted it to keep Justin’s hands tied up for a bit. He held the shirt above Justin’s head while he continued to devour his lover’s lips and throat. When he realized he was missing the feeling of Justin’s hands on his body, he finally untangled him and pulled Justin’s shirt off the rest of the way. A few minutes later he bent Justin over the fold out chair Justin had gotten out earlier that day. Brian smiled as he heard Justin’s moaning while he slowly licked from the back of Justin’s balls up to his tight hole just like Justin had done to him earlier. Brian wrapped his finger around Justin’s cock and started pumping him while he concentrated the rest of his efforts on eating Justin’s ass. Between Justin’s moans and the fact that the bedroom door was closed, neither of them heard anything when Daphne and Keith walked through the front door. The more she thought about it, Daphne decided not to tell Keith about Brian’s unexpected arrival. Justin had said that they had been arguing lately and Brian himself had said this was not a planned visit. Because of those details, Daphne was not sure what to expect when they got back to the apartment. They walked into the kitchen and grabbed something to drink before heading back into the living room to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie. The sounds of the movie blocked the moaning and groaning that had started in Justin’s bedroom when Brian had finally thrust into Justin’s ass. Justin was still bent over the chair and Brian was pumping into his ass so hard, his balls were smacking against Justin’s with each thrust. “Where’s Justin? Did he tell you he was going out before you left? He usually tells us if he won't be here so you don’t turn all motherly on him.” Keith explained as he laughed at her reaction to the last comment. “I don’t know,” she replied after deciding to ignore the comment – especially since it was true. “I’m sure he’ll call if he is going to be too much longer.” She said. She was starting to worry a bit. Keith jumped up to go to the bathroom. He gave Daphne a quick kiss and said, “Be back in a flush.” Before winking and walking down the hall. Daphne just rolled her eyes at him and went back to watching the movie. Justin was almost there. He had a death grip on the chair beneath him and one of his feet up on the seat so Brian could plunge his cock as deep as possible into Justin’s tight ass. His eyes rolled back in his head and he lost all conscious thoughts except one… “Fuck me Brian! Come on! Yea – that’s it… fuck me harder!” Justin yelled through clenched teeth. As Keith walked back from the bathroom he heard a mumbled voice in Justin’s room. “Hey Daphne, I think Justin is home after all – I hear someone in his room…” he said as he grabbed the door handle and opened it just slightly. The view Keith saw would be forever etched into his brain: just as Justin came he arched his back towards Brian and turned toward him. Brian had leaned down and met Justin’s lips with his own for a brief second before pulling away and thrusting full force a couple more times before he finally came. Keith quickly and quietly shut the door and walked in silence over to the living room. He sat down next to Daphne who had – by now – guessed what was going on in Justin’s room. She laughed at the look of awe on Keith’s face. Keith was at a loss for words. He just sat there staring into space. He had just seen about three seconds of the hottest sex between two men ever. He finally chuckled nervously and looked at Daphne. All he could say was “Oh my God…” Daphne laughed at his reaction, patted him on the back and then replied… “No dear… not God… that is Brian Kinney…”