Round Robin #4 – Brian was driving his rental car through the pouring rain as he cursed his travel agent for the millionth time. "Two weeks of bright sun and blue skies," Brian said, mocking the travel agent's high-pitched voice. It was the first vacation he'd taken in years – in fact it was the first real vacation he'd ever taken. He decided on sun drenched tropical beaches, even if it was a little cliché. He loved the warm weather and had been looking forward to the swimming, but the never-ending string of tropical storms creating twelve to eighteen foot high waves quickly dashed those hopes. The rain began coming down even harder forcing Brian to increase the tempo of the windshield wipers, but even they couldn't keep up with the downpour. Noting that there were few cars on the road, Brian decided to skip the day's activities and just head back to the hotel. Maybe he could catch up on a few of the novels he'd brought with him. Brian found a place to turnaround and did so, maneuvering his rental car back towards the beachfront hotel in which he was staying. Deciding that the rain pattering on the windshield was beginning to sound like voices laughing at his misfortune, Brian reached down to click on the radio. He scanned the channels until he found a station that suited him. Enjoying the song that came through the car's speakers, Brian readjusted himself in the seat to try to make the most of the drive back to his hotel. Brian made a right hand signal and began to turn onto the beachfront avenue for the final leg of his trip when a flash of movement darted out from the side of the road and into his path. Brian slammed his foot onto the break pedal and swerved into the oncoming lane, luckily there was no traffic occupying it. Feeling a light thud, Brian pulled the car over as far as he could, shut the car off and got out into the wet tropical weather. He moved towards the rear of the car and stood, looking around. He was positive that something ran in front of him and he was almost certain that he had nudged it at the very least but Brian wasn't able to see any immediate signs of person or animal in distress. Brian looked down at his clothing, he was soaked and none to pleased, "Fuck." Just as he was about to get back into the protected confines of the car, he saw movement from a small lump on the opposite side of the road. Brian quickly closed the distance until the lump was recognizable. It was a person. Brian crouched down and firmly rolled the body over to see if they were hurt. Lying on the cold wet ground was a gorgeous soaked young man. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a black T-shirt underneath. And black jeans that fit firmly to his thighs and legs. Black Doc Martens on his feet. But it was his face that brought Brian in to a trance. He thought he had never seen such a beautiful angelic face before. The young guy was pale with a perfect pug nose and the blondest hair he had ever seen. He let his eyes travel down the angel's body and stopped at the nice package he had in the front of his jeans. "See something you like?" The young man asked Brian softly. Brian jumped back after the man startled him and raised his eyes to the wet young man and he couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath when he took in the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The man's eyes were soft and had a humorous glint to them but only briefly as his body winced and his eyes turned to a cold stare. Then man stood up slowly and looked around abet before he turned his eyes back to Brian and he looked him up and down with a hard gaze that made Brian shudder a bit. "Who are you? Where are you from? Who do you work for?" Brian stood there with his eyebrows raised at the young man rapid questioning. "Are you hurt?" Brian asked the man. "Answer my questions!" Growled the angry man though clenched teeth. "Fuck you! I'm not answering shit!" Brian yelled back at the man and as he turned to go back to his car he heard a click behind him. And something told him that he was in deep shit. He knew that click; he had seen enough police shows to know the man had just cocked back the hammer to a handgun. He turned around and watched as the man raised the gun to his eye level. "Listen asshole you are taking me back to town and dropping me off where I tell you to ok! So walk slowly and go over to the passenger side of the car. Now open the door and slide over." Brian tried to stop his hands from shaking but he was so terrified that he felt like he couldn't get his hands to work as he tried to get his keys out of his pocket and put them in the ignition. He kept looking over to the blond as he started the car and brought the car back on to the road. He turned the heat on hoping that would stop his shaking and warm his body up. He felt so cold. The blonde's body was shaking so hard that he could hear his teeth rattle from where he was sitting. Good, he thought, I hope he falls over with hypothermia. "Do you have a cell phone on you?" The young blond asked. "No" Brian told the man not wanting to help the man out. "Give me your fucking cell phone!" "How do you know I have a cell phone?" Brian asked as he reached into his inside pocket of his black leather jacket. "Oh please! I'm thinking businessman, around 29 to 30 years of age and gay! And no gay man goes anywhere with out a cell phone. Now I would have mine but right now the fishes are using up all my minutes to call all their fish friends." The young man looking very smirk as he started to dial the phone. "Now mister, reach into your right inside pocket of your Hugo Boss leather jacket and hand me your wallet." The young man asked as he held out his hand for the wallet. "Come on mister I don't have all night I have people to see and places to be; now out with it. I'm not going to take your money I just want to see your driver's license." Brian handed over his wallet to the man knowing he really didn't have much of a choice not when the man had a gun lying in his lap. He drove very carefully in the hard pouring rain as he listened to the man's phone conversation. "Rollins please. Tell him it's Taylor…………..Rollins!.............he got away……..My cover has been blown and the target got away with the money and the merchandise……..how do I know my cover has been blown…… well he was shooting at me yelling you filthy fucking pig as I dove off his boat in to the water leaving behind 2 million dollars and a boat full of automatic guns to start a small war……ya I would say my cover has been blown and he still has the money and guns………..ya well I'm coming in and I kind of have a situation……….ya……well he's a civilian…..here is his name and license number…..check him out and I will be right there……….oh ya have a doc on hand………ya whoever………its small……..just a clean enter and exit gun shot wound to the side………..well fuck ya it hurts…………stop laughing Rollins…….well the next time you get shot………I `ll be laughing hysterically because it will be from my own gun asshole…. He's clean…….ya….later" "You are a cop?" Brian asked the young blond " Agent Justin Taylor of U.S Customs………..and its nice to meet you Brian Kinney of Pittsburgh……..you came back clean…….oh and you should have those parking tickets taken care of." Justin said as he gave Brian his biggest sunshine smile. "So your cover was blown…….so are we in danger." "Technically it was blown but I didn't cover my tracks really well because we wanted them to know I was an agent because now they will panic and try to dump the good as fast as they can to the next highest bidder while the heat is on and we will get them then but hopefully not before he calls his boss and tells him that he ran in to a slight problem. I was able to bug his boat, his phone, boat, car and his house when I was under cover. It's all part of a big plan to catch the big fish……..So you are from Pittsburgh? Me too!" "Listen why don't I just drop you off at the nearest gas station and you can call a cab. We can forget we ever saw each other." Brian asked Justin wanting out of the bad situation. "Nope; sorry Adonis you are stuck with me until we get back to head quarters. It's not safe for me to be seen out right now and thank you very much I really don't want to die tonight. Besides, I want the chance to take you to dinner to show my appreciation for not killing me with your car when you ran me down and being so kind to give me a ride." Justin put his gun back in his holster and leaned back in the seat. "Does your side hurt where you got shot?" "Ya it burns a little but it's a small hole………sorry if I get blood on your seats." Justin reaches down and puts his hand on the small hole and brings his hand up to see the fresh blood on his hand. Brian reaches behind him to the extra shirt he had thrown back there the night before and hands it to Justin to press against the wound. "There that should help stop the bleeding." "Thank you Brian" Justin whispered as he held Brian's gaze, then smiling softly when he felt his dick jump. Maybe this night will turn out to be OK after all. Justin leaned his head back against the headrest. He was tired. The swim a shore and the gunshot wound were taking their toll. He looked over at the gorgeous man driving. His clothes were clinging to his skin. He had a long muscular body. Justin quickly imagined him naked, wet his long hard body gliding against his. He shook the image from his head. He didn't have time for erotic fantasies, or to be thinking with his dick. He needed to get to headquarters and get patched up. He wanted to close his eyes but he didn't know what to expect from Brian. People acted differently under stress and unknown situations. He knew this was both to Brian. Brian looked at the young man sitting next to him. The last thing he'd expect was for him to be a cop…customs agent…or whatever the fuck he said he was. Suffice to say he carried a gun, perused criminals and got shot at and shot. Brian snuck quick glances at him as he drove through the rain soaked streets. Justin had a strained expression on his face. His mouth was drawn in a tight line and he was pale. Brian wondered if he was close to passing out. Justin checked his wound. The bleeding had stopped but the wound was throbbing viciously. This wasn't the first time he'd been shot and he seriously doubted it would be the last unless he got into another profession. Justin had been giving some serious thought to retiring. After this assignment was completed he was going to give some serious consideration to turning in his badge…well may not his gun. He's become to accustomed to carrying it. Justin let out a long weary sigh. He didn't realize he'd let it out loud until Brian spoke. "You're getting tired. You need to give me directions now just in case you pass out." Justin turned and studied him before answering him, "Just keep straight until you see the sign that says Golden Private Resort, turn right at the sign and take that road straight down. I'll get us through the gate. I assure you I'm not about to pass out." As Justin said that a wave of nausea hit him. He hoped he stayed conscious at least until they were safely at headquarters. Brian gave him a look that said he doubted but remained silent as he followed the blonde's directions. Someone shaking his shoulder jarred Justin awake. He immediately went on alert wincing as he reached out grabbing Brian by the throat. "I just can't get past the gate." Brian choked out amazed by Justin's instinctive behavior and kungfu grip. Justin continued to hold the man until the fog in his brain finally lifted. He released Brian grunting softly as he fell back against the seat. "I guess I fell asleep." Justin forced out through gritted teeth the pain intensifying. "Passed out." Brian argued rubbing his throat. "Sleep." Justin returned. "Whatever the fuck. How the hell do I get you through this gate so I can get my happy ass out of here and back on vacation." Brian asked angrily. Justin closed is eyes then gave a random series of numbers. Brian quickly entered them into the touch pad and the heavy automated gate swung back. He drove through glancing over at the blond who was struggling to remain conscious. "So where now?" He asked. "You'll see." Justin stated weakly. "Its straight ahead." He moaned slightly as he shifted in the seat. Brian threw a hand out and touched his forehead. "You're burning up." Brian volunteered. "You a doctor?" Justin asked defensively. "No, but I've fuck enough to know when someone has a fever." Brian quipped. "So you're saying I'm hot?" Justin asked opening one eye. Brian smiled as he drove. He glanced over tongue and cheek and shook his head. "I prefer my men with fewer holes." "I've never had any complaints about my holes before." Justin murmured weakly as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the seat. Brian allowed his gaze to linger over the other man and decided the blond was no doubt telling the truth. "I'm sure you haven't Sunshine." He replied. "Sunshine." Justin murmured. "That's a new one." With that he went out again. Brian noticed that the shirt he had loaned Justin for a bandage was covered in blood. Stepping on the gas he flew down the road to wherever it led hoping that once he reached the end he'd find the help that they needed. Justin came around as Brian was speeding around a curve. He looked over at Brian. "Trying to kill us?" He asked wryly. "No trying keep you from bleeding to death." Brian noticed Justin's face was pinched, sweat beaded on his upper lip, but his eyes were sharp and clear. "Slow down we need to talk." Brian looked over at him and brought the car to a complete stop, "About what?" "Don't leave my side," Justin ordered. Brian turned to him, "Hell, I just want to drop you off and leave." Justin's eyes bored into his, "That's not going to be an option for a little while." "What the fuck do you mean a little while? I have people that will miss me if I don't check in," Brian informed him. Justin knew he didn't have time to explain everything thoroughly to Brian so he cut to the chase, "Look someone waiting at headquarters set me up. When I stepped on that yacht my cover was blown. I don't know who I can trust at this house and as you can see I keep falling asleep," "Passing out," Brian corrected. Justin wearily relented, "Ok passing out." He needed Brian's help. He was feeling light-headed, the loss of blood and the pain were taking their toll. "I need you to watch my back and I'll watch yours." "Meaning," Brian pressed. "Meaning while I'm being patched up stay with me." He passed Brian the gun. He watched as Brian handled it like it would bite. Justin was weak and was beginning to feel a little disoriented but he had to stay conscious long enough to make sure Brian had a chance. He'd gotten Brian into this shit. It was going to be up to him to make sure Brian survived it. This weakness had hit him quickly and unexpectedly. He'd been playing, flirting and exchanging sexual innuendos with Brian 15 – 20 minutes ago but now he was realizing the flesh wound had bled profusely and zapping his strength. He was going to need Brian's help. His voice was getting weaker, "I understand this is all unexpected but you need to remain cool and calm. Stay by my side. I'll make sure the doc knows I want you with me. Who ever the traitor is he won't bring attention to himself by trying to kill while you are here. He can't risk being discovered. But just in case he's stupid and your life is threatened just point the gun. Where ever the laser light lands is where the bullet will hit. Got it?" "Yeah, I got it. Now, I know how I can help you. How can you help me?" "I'm going to keep you alive because whoever set me up is not going to let you drive away from here alive. As long as you are with me you are safe. I trust Dr. Bridges. If I fall asleep," he looked at the smirk on Brian's face and revised his statement, "If I pass out don't let anyone but Dr. Bridges and his assistant near me." "How will I know Doctor Bridges?" Justin was impressed that Brian asked that question. His respect for him went up another notch, "He's short, heavy jowls, over-weight. He has watery brown eyes, a receding gray hair, and mustache." Brian committed the description to memory. Justin continued his instruction. His voice was becoming slurred and weak, "Rollins is on his way. He will probably arrive between tonight or tomorrow night. Until then you are stuck here. No matter what happens, you don't leave my side or give up that gun. Do-You-understand?" Brian pursued his lips in annoyance, "I understand. You don't have to talk to me like I'm Gus." Justin wanted to ask him who was this Gus, but the conversation had taken everything out of him. He looked at the bloody shirt. His body felt chilled, feverish and he was coming down off the adrenalin that had gotten him off the boat on shore and this far. His voice was hoarse and weak when he spoke, "Okay, Brian let's move." Brian could tell from his paleness Justin was close to passing out again. He turned his attention back to driving and sped back down the road. The house came into view as Brian rounded another curve. It was a large three-story Plantation home. Men were waiting for him as he pulled in front of the house. He followed closely as Justin was carried in the house to a room that was set up like a doctor's office. Justin was placed on the examining table and his clothes were removed. Brian only saw a flash of toned muscled skin before light covering was thrown over Justin. "Who are you?" Brian asked the elderly man that approached the examining table. "I'm Doc Bridges." He resembled the description that Justin gave him so he allowed him to examine Justin. Brian really didn't have much of a choice. Justin needed medical attention. Brian did exactly as he promised Justin he'd do. He stayed by his side while Dr. Bridges treated him. Justin regained consciousness on and off for a few minutes at a time. Brian figured it took an hour for the doctor to clean Justin's wound, stitch it together and treat the other bruises and abrasions on his body. Justin regained consciousness about a half hour after the doctor had finished. He looked around until his eyes landed on Brian. Satisfied that everything was alright Justin ordered Dr. Bridges to have him taken to his room. "Doc you know my regular room. I want to be taken there to rest." The doctor did as Justin order. Brian followed behind two men as they assisted them to a bedroom on the third floor. After laying Justin on the bed the men left. Brian locked the door behind them. Used a chair under the knob for extra security. Brian pulled off his damp clothing. He laid the clothing across the chair to dry. Justin had been changed into a pair of loose fitting scrubs after the doctor had tended his wound. It had taken several stitches to close it. Brian could tell it was going to make and ugly scar but Justin had another scar from a bullet wound on his shoulder. Brian couldn't help but wonder how many times Justin found himself in a life or death situation. He shook the thoughts off. Now was not the time to dwell on them. Brian laid the gun on the nightstand, but within reach Brian lay beside his Justin. He was tired and it had been a long day and it looked like it was going to be an even longer evening. Justin woke several times during the night. His fever had not broken and Brian was unsure of what to do. He rose from the bed to go get the doctor, but the vise like grip Justin had on his arm prevented him. "Don't leave" Justin voice was a whisper. He was looking directly at Brian, but Brian wasn't too sure of what he was seeing. Justin blue eyes were glazed with fever and fear. "Shh, its okay, let me just go get a cool cloth from the bathroom." Brian pried Justin's fingers from his wrist. "I'll be right over there, it will only take a moment." Brian freed himself and went in to the bathroom. He ran cold water on a washcloth and came and press it against Justin forehead. Justin flinched from the cold shock. "It's cold." "I know, but you need it you're burning up. You may need Tylenol or something to help with the fever." "Can't, allergic." "You need something." "I'll be okay, just need to sleep." Justin closed his eyes. Brian got up several times and re-wet the cloth. He wiped down Justin's face and chest with the cold water. After a while Brian noticed Justin had begun to sweat heavily, and knew from when Gus was sick that it was sign that the fever was breaking. The morning light was streaming through the small window in the bedroom. Justin awoke feeling groggy and a little discombobulated, but a thousand times better than when he first arrived. He shifted his body and felt pressure on his side and looked over to see Brian lying next to him in just his bikini briefs, and his arm was thrown across Justin chest. The light fell across Brian's face, Justin could not believe how beautiful he was. It was just his luck to have a gorgeous half naked man laying next him and he in no condition to do anything about it. Justin tried to remove Brian's arm without waking him up, he really need to relieve himself right now. Justin tried to move, and felt a sharp pain. It caught him off guard that he screamed out in agony. He did not remember it hurting this badly before. Brian woke up from Justin's scream. "What happened, are you okay?" "No I'm not okay, somebody shot me. And I have to go to bathroom, but it hurts to move." "I see you are not a morning person. There was bedpan in the bathroom, I'll go get." Brian got up to head towards the bathroom when Justin stopped him. "No, I can walk. Just come over her so I can lean on you." Justin tried again to sit up on his own. The pain was unbearable; he broke out in a sweat trying to hold in his screams. "Listen macho man, you are hurt. You can't get up right now, I'll get the bedpan and when you’re strong enough we'll pretend this never happened." "No, you will come over here and help me to the bathroom." Justin force himself to sit up on the bed. He was leaning on his elbows, they were a little wobbly. They were about to give out when Brian rushed over to his side and helped him to sit on the edge of the bed. Justin's face was a mask of pain; he took a deep breath and forced himself into a standing position. Brian half walked and half carried him to the bathroom. When Brian returned Justin to the bed, he let out the huge breath he was holding in. "Whew, who would have thought taking a piss could be so much of an effort." "Well you've been through a lot. Next time use the bed pan." "I don't think so." Brian checked Justin stitches to make sure they were still intact before he covered him up. "Good, it looks like you didn't burst anything." Brian said as he walked to the chair where he left his clothes to dry. He started to get dress. "What are you doing?" "Getting dressed." "Why?" "I'm on vacation, and this was not on the itinerary." "You can't leave." Watch me." "Please don't go." It killed Justin to say it but he did. "I need you." Brian snorted and put his hands on his hips. "If you think that is going to make me stay think again. The Dr. can take care of you. As delightful as it sounds I don't want to spend my entire vacation playing nurse maid to you." Justin's eyes turned steely. "You walk out that door they will kill you. We have to stick together if we have any hope of making it out alive. I can get you out but you have to give me time." Brian smirked "Uh huh you're going to protect me? You can't even piss with out screaming your head off." Justin blushed and looked down at the bedding. "Be nice I've had a hard night." Brian wasn't willing to gamble with his life. He needed to keep alive for Gus' sake. Like it or not he trusted the blonde. If he said they were in danger then they were. He unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and sat in the chair next to the bed resigning himself to a long stay. Justin felt relief wash over him when he saw Brian sit in the chair. He would feel horrible if he got the handsome man shot. Justin patted the bed next to him. "You can come back to bed. I'm too weak to bite." Brian slumped back in the chair and stretched his legs out to rest on the foot of the bed. "No thanks I'm comfortable right here. Besides I'm not buying the sweet helpless routine. I've known you for less than a day and you've held a gun on me, strangled me and gripped my wrist so hard it left bruises… you fucker." Brian smirked a little to take the sting out of his words. He would rather be held at gun point then admit he liked and admired the spunky little blonde boy… no man. Justin smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Well if you won't sit next to me talk to me." "About?" "Anything, your life pick something." Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed it was too early in the morning for this shit. "Fine but you have to play along too." "Deal" Justin agreed. "Well let's see back home I work, I go clubbing and I fuck… a lot." Justin bit his lips to keep from laughing. He put a hand to his side. "Please don't make me laugh it hurts to much." Brian looked irritated. "It wasn't supposed to be funny." Justin stifled a chuckle. "I know. I guess it's my turn now. What would you like to know?" "How did you get into this secret agent man shit?" A sad look crossed his face. "Ah well my dad said if he was going to have a fag for a son I'd better at least have a manly profession. He was actually proud of me the first time I got shot." "Jesus our fathers would get along great." "What do you do for a living?" "I'm in advertising a partner in the firm." "Wow partner, aren't you kinda young?" Brian gave him a sexy grin. "Stop trying to sweet talk me. Ya know I just realized I don't even know your name." "It's Justin Taylor." Justin held out his hand. Brian took the smaller hand in his. "Well I'd say it's nice to meet you but that would be a big lie." Brian felt like shit when he saw the hurt look cross Justin's face. "Maybe under different circumstances it would be good to meet you." Justin nodded "I hear ya. So who's Gus? Brian's head snapped up. "Gus is off limits. I'm not talking about that." Justin noticed Brian's fierce protectiveness. He wondered if Gus was a lover or a family member. Obviously he cared deeply about him. He was a bit jealous it would be nice just once for someone to protect him and love him for a change. "Sorry I remember you mentioned him in the car." "I did?" "Yeah." Brian noticed Justin's eyes starting to flutter shut. "Why don't you get some more rest? You need it." "Good idea." Justin closed his eyes and let his body relax. Brian murmured "Next time I'm going to make you use that bed pan." "I heard that!" Justin growled. When Brian was sure Justin was asleep he brushed a pale lock of hair off his forehead. His long fingers gently brushed the porcelain cheek. Brian ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He had to stop this. He couldn't have feeling for Justin. He should get as far away from the delectable blonde as he could. Justin's profession was way too dangerous. As the thoughts went through his mind Brian also knew at the moment he wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't leave Justin helpless and defenseless. Justin had told him he needed him…asked him to stay. Something told him it as probably rare that the blond asked for help. Brian pulled his cellular telephone out of his jacket pocket. He had retrieved it from Justin before he was lifted from the car. It had been yesterday since anyone had heard from him. The others probably wouldn't worry, but he knew one person would be ready to send out a search party soon. He made one call. "What's up, Mikey?" "Finally asshole. I've been trying to call you all night." He said irritably. "I was beginning to worry about you." Brian laughed nothing like hearing Mikey's whiny voice in the morning, "I ran into a little trouble." Brian said glancing at the Justin. "Oh, yeah," Mikey said snidely. "Let me guess 6'0 tall, dark hair and eyes, great ass and a big cock." Brian laughed. "Wrong. Try 5'7 or 5'8", blonde hair, blues but you got the ass and cock part right." He could hear Mikey's sigh of exasperation. "You're on vacation a day and you are tricking." "That's what you do on vacations," Brian informed sarcastically. "I just wanted to let everyone know I was okay. I'm going to be occupied for a little while today so I'll call back this evening." "Haven't fucked him enough yet? Mikey asked. "Mikey, there is no such thing as enough." "And you should know. I hope your dick holds up." "It's never failed me before," Brian boasted. "Arrogant Prick," Mikey griped. Brian chuckled, "That's me. Tell everyone I'm having a great time and I'll try to think about them as I bask in this glorious sunshine watching half naked, beautiful men oil themselves and then fuck said men. Later." "Later asshole," Mikey said. Brian ended the call. He stretched. He was tired. He could no longer avoid it. He took a piss and laid down making sure not to disturb Justin. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. Justin woke late morning. He realized he was being held securely against a warm solid chest. He smiled. He liked being in Brian's arms. Justin mentally checked himself. He was sore. The gunshot worn hurt like hell but the pain had abated. It wasn't as bad as it was earlier. He had a few other lesser aches but they were barely noticeable. Justin gritted his teeth, moved out of the circle or Brian's arms and gingerly sat up. He panted through the pain. He'd had worst pain and survived he wasn't about to let a small wound keep him down. Besides Brian had upheld his part of the deal now it was time for him to uphold his. He had to get Brian out of here alive. Justin walked to the bathroom took a piss and inspected himself in the mirror. He had a few bruises, along his body but nothing major other than the gunshot wound. He was pale and his faced looked pinched. That could be expected. He brushed his teeth, washed the sweat from his body making sure to keep the wound dry. Finished he returned to room. Justin looked down at the beautiful man on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hands gently over his face. He wanted to make sure that Brian got out of alive. He wished he'd met Brian under different circumstances. Maybe at a club. He doubted if it would work though. He and Brian were both tops. He doubted very seriously if Brian allowed anyone to fuck him. Justin was the same way. He couldn't help but wonder about the ad man who fucked a lot. He knew fucking should be the last thing on his mind but looking at Brian it was all he could think about. Brian was sex on legs. Two very long legs. Justin admired how his jeans clung to his narrow waist, slim hips and long muscular thighs. Justin pictured Brian naked. His long muscular form moving in the throes of passion. He wondered if Brian shouted when he came of if he was one of those guys that panted through his orgasm. Justin traced a finger around Brian's nipples making them stand to attention before trailing his finger down the flat muscled stomach. His finger was circling Brian's navel when Brian's hand clasped his wrist tightly. Justin looked up into Brian's lust filled hazel eyes. "Careful little boy, you might not be ready to play with the big boys yet." Brian teased. "Who are you calling little?" Justin teased back. Brian lowered his eyes to the scrubs giving Justin a mischievous smile. Justin felt his gut tighten as the lust filled gaze once more took possession of the deep hazel eyes. Brian sat up. Justin tried to scoot back to accommodate the man's movement. Brian noticed the grimace and laughed. "What's so fucking funny?" Justin grumbled irritably. "Just the entire idea of something happening here when you can barely move." Brian gently maneuvered around the smaller man and then eased Justin back onto his back. "I have to get us out of here." Justin protested. "You will." Brian replied, "But first I want to see how little you are." He kept his eyes locked on Justin has his hand slipped beneath Justin's waistband. He had to know. He'd gotten a glimpse on the operating table, and also when he'd helped Justin piss. He'd liked what he had seen but needed to be sure. Brian smiled as Justin's half-mast hardened fully at Brian's touch. Justin tried to keep his face unreadable but after a few strokes a soft moan slipped between his lips. "I can't get us out of here while you're jerking me off." He complained. His protest was weak, but Brian decided he should test his resolve. "You're right. I should stop." Brian released Justin's cock and started to pull his hand out of the man's pants when he felt Justin's hand lock onto his wrist holding it in place. "I suppose a few more minutes wouldn't make that much difference." The blond smirked finding his own need ridiculous as well as unprofessional not to mention completely out of his control. He wasn't sure why the brunet affected him like this. He'd been with lots of men but never had he felt so drawn to or turn on by the sight, smell and feel of one before. "You know, there's nothing wrong with my hand." Justin offered around another moan. Brian smirked but at the same time felt his cock jump at the opportunity. "I haven't done a mutual hand job since high school." Brian observed with unveiled amusement even as he used his other hand to unfasten his jeans. "Really?" Justin arched slightly in response to Brian's added pressure around the base of his cock. He hissed from the pain in his side. "Shit." Brian removed his hand. "Maybe we shouldn't do this." He backed off the bed as if it were on fire. Justin sighed in frustration getting his focus back. He knew the man was right but damn it had felt so fucking good. Brian had gotten him close with only a few strokes. It had been a long time since Justin had trusted someone else to get close to him. Ever since Ian had betrayed him, he hadn't let anyone in his heart or his bed. He rubbed his shoulder absently, the memory of the betrayal more painful than the actual scar. "I know better than this." Justin admonished himself. He slowly sat then stared around the room. "Where's my gun?" He asked. Brian smirked once more. "Why you about to shoot?" Brian replied. Justin gave him a weary look in response to the lame joke. Brian wasn't sure if it was the look or just his own apprehension over what was about to happen, but he actually laughed out loud. Brian got off the bed and retrieved he blonde's gun. "Now what?" He asked as the blond reached for him. "We're leaving." Justin announced. "And then I'm getting you on a plane and getting you the hell out of here." "I'm on vacation." Brian complained. He knew that wasn't the only reason he felt disappointed. If he left, he'd never see Justin again and as much as he hated to admit it, the blood was under his skin. "Well take another one in a few weeks." Justin stated his cool professional demeanor back in place. "No matter what happens, follow my lead. Don't leave my side and for fuck sake, don't give anyone your name." Justin instructed. Brian felt afraid for the first time. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked nervously. "I mean is this one of those things I'll have to be looking over my shoulder for the next twenty years wondering if I'm about to be popped?" "No," Justin replied coolly. "Shit." He hissed suddenly bringing them to a full stop. "What is it?" Brian asked concerned that the man had re-injured himself. "With your rental car down there, they already know who you are. You'll just have to stick with me until I can track down the mole and dispose of him." Justin sounded confident. Brian hoped it wasn't just an act. "Dispose?" Brian asked eyeing the gun in Justin's hand. "You mean, you're going to kill someone." Justin gave Brian a look as if the man was an idiot. "Have you killed people before?" Brian demanded his voice rising. "Yes." Justin replied using Brian to help him reach the door. "How many?" Brian demanded not moving one more step until he knew. "Several." Justin muttered. "Let's go." "No, I want to know how many." He couldn't imagine Justin killing another person. He was tough but he just didn't seem the type. He seemed too reasonable, too rational, too sensitive. The blond sighed. He knew he didn't have the time or enough energy to play this game. "Five." He stated softly. "Five." Brian repeated. "Yeah, five. I remember their names, their faces, and the fact that the only reason I killed them before they killed me, was because I pulled the trigger a fraction of a second faster. Now please, I can't stay upright that much longer." Brian conceded remembering the wound in Justin's shoulder. It was close to his heart. He wondered if that wound had come from one of the five. He'd have to find out later. As they entered the hall, Brian noticed two armed men at the top of the stairs. "Fuck." Justin muttered as he pressed into Brian's side. "Showtime." “Brian, whatever happens follow my lead.” Justin said before turning and making his way down the hallway, his gun pushed down against his thigh. Brian walked behind Justin, not sure of what was going to happen, just hoping that he would survive to see his son. Justin quickly turns into an open door pulling Brian behind him and slamming him against the wall. Brian looked at Justin in surprise but doesn’t say anything when Justin tells him to be quiet with a finger to his lip. Brian is standing behind the door with Justin in front of him. The door is only slightly ajar when one of the guards come rushing into the room, gun drawn. Justin pushes the door out of his way and then grabs the guard in a sleepers hold, taking the guard quickly to the ground. Justin relieves him of his gun and hands it to Brian. Using the guard’s own cuffs, Justin brings the guys arms behind his back and securing the handcuffs to his wrists. Justin straightens up and moves to the now partially closed door. “Fuller, everything ok in there?” Justin hears the other guard ask. He bolts back to behind the door as it is pushed all the way open and the guard comes charging in. Brian and Justin hear the safety on the gun being released as the guard takes in the scene before him. Justin moves in behind the guard knocking him to the ground with a left kick to the guard’s knee. The guard attempts to gain his composure but is knocked out when the butt of a gun is slammed into his skull. “Fuck Justin.” Brian breathed, realizing the shit he got himself into. “Come on Brian, we have to move.” Justin said peering out the door and then quickly exiting the room, dragging Brian behind him. He looked around the corner; not seeing anyone Brian and Justin passed the second floor, before they reached the turn to their final decent Justin stopped and released the safety on his gun and had Brian do the same. “Watch my back, the doors is only about 200 feet when we hit the foyer. There are open rooms on both sides of the foyer and there is an entry way behind the stairs. Stick close by and use the gun if you have to.” Justin motioned to the gun in Brian’s hand. Brian nodded his head and quickly removed the gun from safety. Justin turned back and peered around the corner he noticed two guards, one on each side of the stairwell. ‘Shit,’ Justin thought. “Lock and load.” Justin whispered before turning the corner and heading down the stairwell. “Agent Taylor, good to see you up so soon, but shouldn’t you be resting?” one of the guard’s asked. Justin quickly stashed his gun behind his back and nodded his head in understanding. “You know me; I can never stay down for long.” Justin replied continuing down the stairs. “Where are you off to?” The other guard asked placing his hand on his gun. This action did not go unnoticed by Justin. “We are going for a walk.” Justin replied finishing the decent down the stairwell. “I’m sorry sir but neither of you are allowed to leave headquarters.” The guard replied un-holstering his gun. Justin quickly pulled his gun from his back and held it to the guard’s head; the other guards starting pulling his gun but quickly stopped when Brian repeated the same action. Justin made eye contact with the other guard and then with Brian, he gave a slight nod of his head and then put his full attention in the other man. “How man men are out there?” Justin asked; when the guard said nothing, Justin cocked the gun pressing it firmly against the guy’s head. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The guard stammered. “I’m asking you how many men are trying to keep me here. Now answer the fucking question.” Justin replied punching the guard with the gun. The guard doubled over from the impact of the punch but Justin kept a tight grip on him not allowing him to slide to the floor. “About 10.” The other guard answered. Justin nodded his head in understanding then hit the guard again rendering him unconscious. Justin turned towards the other guard and motioned for him to walk out in front of him. “You’re coming with us.” Justin remarked alleviating the man of his weapon and then firmly pressing his gun against the guard’s back. The three men slowly made their way into the grand foyer. Justin quickly surveyed the area and noticed that the area had about five more guards in it. Justin pulled the man around so that he was standing in front of him and continued to walk backwards. “Brain get the fuck out of here now.” Justin said in a calm voice when he was anything but. Brian quickly moved behind Justin and towards the solid wood door. “STOP!” someone yelled bringing attention to Justin and Brian. Brian quickly opened the door and moved out, seeing that his car was still in the driveway he sprinted down the stairs and across the driveway. All of a sudden all hell broke loose and gun fire was heard inside and out of the mansion. Justin pushed the guard from him and starting firing his weapon while he continued to walk backwards to the exit. When he felt the threshold below his feet he turned abruptly and followed the path that Brian had just taken. Brian had barley made it to the safety of the car as he felt a bullet graze his shoulder. “Fuck!” He screamed out as the pain coursed through his body. He jumped in the car; started it and put it into gear. He could hear the bullets hitting the metal of the car and prayed that they would make it out of this alive. Justin felt a bullet fly by his head and turned in the direction of the fire and unloaded his clip as he fired in rapid succession moving faster towards the car. He threw the weapon down and pulled the one that he had in the back of his pants that he removed from the guard and continued to fire the weapon as he got in the car. “DRIVE!” Justin yelled over the excitement going on around them. Brian slammed the gas pedal to the floor and the car peeled out of the driveway with a squeal of the tires. Justin busted out the window and hoisted himself out the window and continued to fire the gun to keep the enemies at bay. When they got a little ways down the drive way and the gun fire had stopped Justin pulled himself into the car and settled back into the seat trying to catch his breath. “You ok?” Justin asked Brian. Brian not trusting his voice simply nodded his head; mentally checking for any pain or blood. Brian continued to drive taking the turns with speed causing the car to speed out of control for a second before Brian could compensate and continue speeding away from the mansion. “They probably didn’t think that we would make it out of the mansion but there are probably still guards stationed at the gate. When we get there, it should automatically open, if it doesn’t slam through the damn thing.” Justin ordered, trying to think if this car could go through the metal gate. They could hear the roar of engines approaching behind them and Brian slammed the pedal to the ground trying to gain as much speed as possible. As they came around the final corner, they noticed that the gate was unattended and had already started opening. Brian started to slow down so that the car could pass through the gate without damaging the engine. As they cleared the gate Brian slammed on the gas pedal again moving them away from headquarters as quickly as possible. The gunfire died down as they neared the state road. Justin turned and looked out the broken rear window and saw that no one was currently following them. Brian spared Justin a quick glance to make sure he wasn't hurt. He kept his speed up but not to high to attract attention. "What now?" Brian asked tensely. "We need to get lost lay low for a while, and we need to ditch this car as soon as we can." Justin ran a hand through his wind blown locks. "How far is your hotel? I assume you booked a room." "Fifteen twenty minutes tops." "Ok here's what were going to do. You drive to the hotel and pray we aren't followed till we get there. I'll ditch the car while you get us a room. Not the one you booked and for fucks sake don't use your real name got it?" "Yeah I got it" Brian growled. "Good now if you don't mind I think I have to pass out now." Justin's voice slurred as he fought consciousness. "Keep your eye on the mirrors if you think someone is following loose'em." Justin slumped down in his seat and his eyes fluttered shut. He expended all his energy getting them out of there. His body needed time to recuperate. Brian checked Justin's pulse and found it normal. Justin had been so still he had him worried there for a minute. Not that he would ever admit that to himself. He drove to the hotel as quickly as he could. As best as he could tell they weren't being followed. Brian parked the car across the street from the hotel. He shook Justin awake. "Huh?" "We're here; you're up time to stash the car." Justin blinked the fogginess from his brain as he came to. He noticed what hotel they would be staying at. He snorted, "Why am I not surprised it would be someplace ritzy?" "Just get rid of the car. Do you want me to wait for you?" "No get the room, don't mention me. We shouldn't be seen together incase someone checks. Just sit in the lobby till I come in then go to the bathroom. You can tell me the room number there and I'll meet you in the room." Brian rolled his eyes and sighed. "This secret agent shit is gonna get old fast." "Hey I've kept you alive this long, Later." "Later." Justin drove off to dispose of the car when that was done he took a cab back to the hotel. Everything went according to plan. When he found out the room number he waited twenty minutes then found the room. He knocked and Brian let him in. Justin looked around the room. "Not bad, what name did you use?" "Aiden O'Connor." Justin smiled "it suits you, an Irishman to heart. We should be ok here for a couple days." Justin noticed the dried blood on Brian's shirt. "You're hurt, take off your shirt." Brian held his arm protectively. "It's just a scratch." Justin gave him an icy look. With Justin's help he got his shirt off revealing a three-inch gash on his bicep. Justin went into the bathroom and found some antiseptic and bandages. He kept his touch gentle as he cleaned Brian's wound. As Justin bandaged Brian's arm he got lost in those deep hazel eyes. Justin leaned in and captured Brian's lips in a hungry kiss. When they came up for air Justin backed away. "Sorry I don't know what got into me" Justin said with a small laugh. Brian arched his brow; he couldn't help but be amused. Brian wrapped his hand around Justin’s neck and pulled him forward. “Why did you stop?” Justin’s eyes were transfixed on Brian’s sweet lips. “I don’t know,” he whispered. Brian lips curved up in a smirk. “I’m a firm believer that you should always finish what you start,” Brian said as his lips slowly lowered to Justin. He gave Justin enough time to pull back. Instead of pulling back Justin moved forward pressing his body against Brian’s as his mouth opened to greedily suck on the tongue he was offered. The kiss was carnal and hungry. It was filled with all the adrenaline that was slowly slipping from both of them. Their tongues battled in a sensual dance of lust. Their hands urgently gripped each other. Justin broke the kiss. He was a little light headed and needed the oxygen. Not to mention he was still a little weak, although he would never openly admit it. Brian searched Justin’s eyes as he broke off the kiss. Brian could see the strain and fatigue in Justin’s eyes. He hadn’t known the young man long but Brian realized that Justin would never admit to being in pain. Brian trailed a finger down Justin’s cheek to his jaw and cupped his chin. “Why don’t we clean up?” Brian sniffed himself and wrinkled his nose. “It’s been a long 24 hours.” Justin smiled, “You’re right. It has.” Brian dropped his hand from Justin’s chin. “Can you shower with that bandage?” Justin let out bark of laughter, “Believe me wet bandages have been the least of my worries in the past and now. I’ll change when I get out. Do you have something I can change into after I get out of the shower.” Brian walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair jogging pants. “This should fit. The pants may be a little long but you can roll them up.” Brian handed the items to Justin. “You can use my soap, conditioner and shampoo. It’s probably better than what the hotel offers. There’s a guest basket on the vanity with toothbrush, toothpaste and mouth wash. If you need anything else let me know.” “Thanks. While I’m in the shower can you order room service? I’m starved.” Brian picked up a menu off the table. “What do you want?” Justin looked over the menu. “I’ll have a cheeseburger, all the way, heavy mayo, French fries, teriyaki wings, milkshake, chocolate cake, Key Lime pie and order a few bottles of water. I feel dehydrated.” Brian looked at Justin astounded at the amount of food he’d ordered. He arched an eyebrow. “Is that all?” He teased. Justin laughed. “It feels like I haven’t eaten in days.” “Well, you are certainly making up for it,” Brian assured him. Justin laughed again, “Those are my intentions.” “There should be water at the bar.” Brian gave Justin a bottle of water from the bar. Brian’s fingers brushed against Justin’s as he gave him the water. They both looked down at their hands touching and back at each other. Justin was the first to pull away from the sexually charged moment. “Thanks,” Justin muttered as he took the water, stepped away from Brian and headed for the bathroom. “Justin,” Brian called out as Justin reached the door. Justin turned inquisitive eyes on Brian. Brian gave him a mischievous sexy smile, “If you need someone to wash your back, it would be my pleasure.” Justin returned the smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.” -------------- Justin had to admit Brian had been right. A long hot shower had certainly helped to work the kinks out. He felt better after a shower. He looked over at Brian. He’d shaved and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He’d changed into a wife beater, black jeans and ditched his shoes. It looked absolutely fucking sexy and fuckable. They sat at the dining table. Brian kept stealing glances at Justin. He looked so young and vulnerable. He looked like he should be in college not involved in chasing down criminals, espionage and political intrigue. In Pittsburgh Brian was the one always standing up for and protecting his friends. Not in this instance. Brian almost laughed at the absurdity of it. He was much larger than Justin. He should be Justin’s protector but the truth was he was way out of his league on this. Guns, karate and this cloak and dagger shit wasn’t his thing. It rankled a little having the slim, lithe youth protect him. Under the circumstance he had to accept that Justin was protecting him…keeping him safe...keeping him alive. If the situation they were in wasn’t so dangerous it would be funny. Brian shook off his thoughts. Justin shook his head in disbelief at the miniscule amount of food Brian had ordered for himself. A grilled chicken salad with red wine vinegar dressings. A bowl of berries and melon and bottled water. Justin couldn’t understand how anyone could live off so little. Justin pointed his fork at Brian’s plate, “I hope that is an appetizer and not your entire meal?” Brian looked at the food he’d ordered, “Actually this is my entire meal.” Justin smiled indulgently, “Now I know how you keep your lean, sleek physique. Although, Brian if you ate more you would still maintain your gorgeous body. “You want me don’t you?” Brian teased. “I thought we’d already established that.” Justin said softly. He held Brian’s eyes for a few seconds before returning to his meal. Brian watched amazed as Justin had demolished his meal. Brian briefly wondered how someone so slim could consume so much food. He finally had to ask, “Do you always eat like this?” Justin finished chewing his French fry before answering, “Pretty much. Running, and shooting guns takes a lot of energy,” he said playfully. Brian sipped his water, “I expend a lot of energy shooting too, but not with a gun.” Justin smiled at the sexual innuendo. “Maybe you’d like to show me how you shoot.” Brian pushed his chair back from the table, stood and walked to Justin. He reached and pulled the younger man in his arms, “I thought you’d never ask?” Brain's arms snaked around Justin's slim waist. He smiled seductively leaning in to taste Justin's lips with his tongue. Brian scooped Justin up into his arms. Justin let out a little girly squeal like the teenager he looked to be. Brian tossed him lightly onto the bed. He skimmed off his wife beater then crawled up onto the bed like a panther stalking its prey. He crawled up between Justin's legs distributing his weight carefully so he didn't hurt Justin. Justin looked like a kid in his sweat pants, it was giving him a serious hard on. Brian captured Justin's lips once more. He couldn't get enough of Justin's kisses. Maybe it was the chocolate cake that Justin had. His fingers brushed across Justin's flat tummy. They burrowed under the waistband. Justin moaned into his mouth when Brian's warm fingers curled around his stiff dick and started to slowly jack him off. Brian sighed in relief when he felt Justin undoing the buttons on his jeans. His rock hard cock sprang from his jeans like a heat seeking missile. Brian's hand became slick with Justin's pre cum. When he had Justin's attention he made a big show of licking his fingers clean. Justin pounced on Brian kissing him roughly to taste himself on Brian's lips. Justin panted "we still haven't settled who tops who." Brain flopped down on his side. "You're still going on about that? Well what do you suggest we draw straws?" Justin's eyes widened a little surprised that Brian was willing to consider being toped. "Do you have a quarter? We'll flip for it." Brian snorted a laugh and gave Justin the eye but reached into his tight jeans fishing for a quarter. He found one and handed it to Justin. "Ohh, it's the new Texas quarter! I've been looking for this one." Brian rolled his eyes. "You can keep the fucking thing just fucking flip it already!" "Geese you're testy when you're horny." Justin flipped the quarter and covered it with his hand. "Heads" Brian called with a smirk. Justin slowly lifted his hand and Brian closed his eyes in defeat as the shining state of Texas was revealed. "Look" Justin said softly. "You don't have to if you don't want to." "A deal's a deal Sonny boy now get to it. The supplies are in the small black pouch in my suitcase." Brian didn't want to admit it but he couldn't wait to be fucked by Justin. He definitely wouldn't over analyze that too much. Justin had a great cock, nearly as long as his own and thicker too." Brian squirmed on the bed in anticipation his jeans quickly discarded. Justin dropped the supplies on a corner of the bed. He jumped onto the bed naked and hard. "Bring it on little boy." "You won't think I'm so little with my cock shoved up your ass." Justin nipped at Brian's neck. He laved Brian's cinnamon colored nipples till they shone with spit. Justin greedily kissed his way down Brian's chest. He nuzzled his face into Brian's balls kissing them tenderly and giving them little licks of affection. Brian's dick was standing proud and dripping with approval of Justin's ministrations. "Roll over big guy." Brian looked deeply into Justin's sapphire eyes. He parted his lips to speak but didn't say anything. "I'll be gentle" Justin murmured. Brian nodded silently and rolled over propping his hips up on a pillow. Justin placed light kisses on Brian's neck while he kneaded his firm ass cheeks. He nipped and licked his way down Brian's back. His long hair was like soft feathers that made Brian shudder and sigh. He licked along Brian's crack all the way down to his nuts. Justin spread Brian open licking lightly around Brian's twitching hole. Brian tasted like cinnamon and almonds with a hint of vanilla, a unique blend that had Justin's mouth watering. Justin licked Brian's tight pucker. He felt Brian shift underneath him so he knew he was getting to Brian. His tongue made lazy circles around his hole. Every few passes his tongue would tap Brian's hole causing it to clench and twitch. Justin could sense Brian's restlessness so he moved things along. Justin squirted a good amount of lube on his fingers. He warmed the cool gel for Brian. He positioned his finger against Brian's hole and gently massaged the tight pucker till Brian began to relax and his finger slid in easily. When Brian adjusted to one he added a second finger. He grazed Brian's sweet spot. Brian's moan was deep and muffled in the hotel's pillows. It went straight to Justin's cock causing it to leak even more. He needed to be buried in Brian's warmth soon. Justin scissored his fingers and added a third finger. Brian arched his back and bucked on Justin's fingers fucking himself. Justin swallowed hard and grabbed up a condom ripping it open eagerly with is teeth. Brian growled low in his throat when his fingers left him. Justin quickly stroked on the condom. He had to press against his balls to keep from shooting. The sight of Brian's slick wet gaping hole was almost his undoing. Brian got up on his knees and clenched his pillow for dear life. Justin petted his back as he entered him and got past the first ring of muscle. "Oh fuck! You're tight. Mmmm, so good ahhhh! You ok?" "Peachy" Brian gritted out. "Want me to stop?" "Fuck no keep going. I want a nice long fuck." Justin thrust shallowly till all eight and a half inches were buried in Brian's tight hot tunnel. As if they had been lovers forever their hands met and twined together as Justin began to thrust. He had to concentrate on the pattern of the wallpaper to keep from cuming to soon. Brian's anal muscles had a death grip on his cock and Brian's moans would be his down fall. Justin angled his hips so Brian received the maximum amount of pleasure and picked up his pace. "Harder!" Brian growled. Justin's hips thrust faster pounding into Brian's tight sheath. When Justin slammed into Brian's prostate he had to bite his lip to keep from cuming. He reached around and began to jack Brian off. They were drenched in sweat. All that could be heard in the room were the two men's moans and the slapping of nuts hitting ass. Justin felt a lightning bolt hit his spine. His hips were a blur of motion. "Brian now! Ahhhgrrraa uhhhh grhahhhh!" Justin's slit opened and the flood gates spilled forth his hot cum filling the condom. "Jus, Ahhhgrrraaa uhhhh grhahhhh ohhhhhh ahh!" Brian shot a massive load of creamy cum into the hotel sheets. Brian felt as if his nuts were being wrung out of every drop of cum he had. He'd never came this hard or this much in his life. His vision grew fuzzy as he slumped down onto the bed. His breath was squeezed out of his lungs as Justin landed heavily on top of him. When Justin got his breath back he pulled out and stripped off the condom. Brian rolled over and draped and arm over his eyes. His eyes were always sensitive to light after cuming. "God Brian that was…" "Ahhmazing." "Mmm, yeah. You ok?" Justin noticed how Brian had his eyes covered. He wondered if he had accidentally hurt the man. "Mmm, hmm I'm well and thoroughly fucked." "I didn't hurt you did I?" Brian chuckled "I can take anything you can dish out Sonny boy." Justin snagged Brian's pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit up. He took a deep drag on it then passed it over to Brian. He curled into Brian's side making a pillow of Brian's chest something he'd never done with a man before, cuddle. Their legs tangled together and for once Justin felt completely at peace. Justin must have dozed. He felt hands firmly pushing him on his back. His eyes quickly opened. He saw the beautiful face of Brian leaning over him. “It’s about time you woke up. You were snoring and drooling on my chest,” Brian said his eyes twinkling with humor. “I don’t snore or drool,” Justin said indignantly. “Yeah,” Brian smirked. “Believe what you want.” He leaned down and caught Justin’s lips in a searing kiss. He pulled away. He positioned his body between Justin’s legs. His eyes never left Justin’s. He wrapped Justin’s legs around his waist. “It’s your turn,” he told Justin. Justin gave him an encouraging smile. Justin couldn’t wait to have his hole filled with Brian’s perfect cock. Brian quickly prepared Justin with lube, sheath his dick in a condom. He lubed his fingers and gently stretched Justin’s tight pink hole. “You have a perfect ass. Inside and out.” Brian told him. Justin’s answer was a moan of pleasure as Brian’s finger’s worked their magic. Brian looked deeply in Justin’s eyes, “Slow and easy or fast and rough? Your call.” Brian waited patiently for Justin’s answer. “Fast and Rough,” Justin said huskily. “A man after my hard dick,” Brian said as he sunk his hard dick in the waiting quivering hole splayed out before him. --------- After the rough ride Brian had given him, they’d held each other and fell into a deep sleep. Justin woke first. He stared at Brian. Even with his hair in disarray Brian was a beautiful man. All 6’2” of lean muscles of him. Justin smiled thinking about the rough ride with Brian’s long thick cock up him. He loved the nice just fucked ache in his ass. Justin rolled away from Brian. He pulled the comforter over the sleeping man and walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. He grabbed one of Brian’s cigarettes and lit it. He walked over to the windows and looked out at the quiet night lost in thought. He was so lost in thought it was a few seconds before he heard the ringing of the telephone. He followed the tone until he located the cellular telephone on the dresser near Brian’s luggage. He checked the caller ID. It was an unknown caller. Justin had a sinking suspicion. He clicked on the telephone. “Taylor,” he said. “If you want to see Rollins alive you’ll me meet at the old abandoned dock on the other side of the island at 5:00 a.m. If you’re a minute late he dies.” “How do I know you even have him or that he’s still alive?” “Let me give you an added incentive. If you aren’t at the dock at 5:00 a.m. your fuck buddy sharing the room with you will have an untimely and violent death.” A cold shiver went down Justin’s spine. He’d gotten Brian involved in this mess and he was going to do whatever it took to keep him alive. Justin looked at the clock. He had a few hours. He had time to take care of some things. “I’m waiting for an answer asshole,” the voice on the telephone sneered. “You already know the answer,” Justin snapped. “I’ll be there.” “Taylor, I don’t need to warn you that if you bring anyone with you, Rollins dies.” “Save the threats. I know the deal.” Justin disconnected the call and tossed the telephone on the dresser. He looked over at the beautiful sleeping man. At least if he died he’d had this moment with a wonderful man. Justin held on to that thought. He had some things to take care of before the meeting. Justin sat at the computer and watched Brian sleep. He shook off the thoughts of impending violence and finished writing his letter. He was lucky and the suite Brian had requested came with a small office alcove complete with computer, printer and fax. Justin completed the letters and envelope he was typing and printed them out. He placed one in letter in the envelope the other he laid in plain view on the nightstand next to Brian. There was a soft knock on the door. Justin knew it would be the clothes he’d ordered and charged to the room. He opened the door, took some money from Brian’s wallet and tipped the waiter. Justin quickly dressed black jeans, t-shirt and the lace up boots. He checked the clip on his gun. He’d have to stop by his hiding place and grab another gun. Justin shrugged on the lightweight jacket and glanced at the beautiful sleeping man. He fought off the desire to go over to the bed and kiss Brian. He didn’t know if he’d ever see Brian again. He decided that he’d take the sight of the well-fucked man with him. He memorized every inch of Brian as he lay sleeping in bed. Looking at the clock Justin turned out the lights pitching the room in darkness. He walked out the door assuring that it locked securely behind him. Brian woke up and knew immediately he was in the room alone. He cut on the bedside light. Propped against the lamp were two letters. He grabbed the one that wasn’t in a envelope. He quickly read the letter. Brian, If I’m not back by 9:00 a.m. check out and get the hell off this island. You’ll be safe once you get back to America. You aren’t a threat to them. I charged some clothes to your room and took some money from your wallet to give the delivery guy a tip. I’ll pay you back. I want you to know that even under these circumstances I’m glad I got a chance to meet you. I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. Something tells me we could have bee really good together. I hope your ass is as pleasantly sore as mine is right now. In case you didn’t know I took the time to measure your cock while you slept. It’s 9 1/4 inches. Did I happen to mention I love a guy with a big cock that knows how to use it? You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met… inside and out. Thank you for staying with me when I needed you. Thank you for trusting me to keep you safe…to keep you alive. I promise I won’t let you down. I left a letter on the nightstand. If you don’t hear from me in a couple of weeks please make sure that the letter is delivered. Justin. Brian picked up the letter in the envelope. It as sealed tightly. It was a Pittsburgh address. Brian looked at the clock. It was 4:56 a.m. He read the letter again. He couldn’t believe it. He was confused. He thought about calling the police but what would he tell them. His lover a spy has gone somewhere to engage in a shoot out. They’d think he was just another crazy American. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid for Justin. He’d seen Justin in action. He knew he was good but he also knew Justin was hurt and may be not up to his usual performance. He knew he would never be able to go back to sleep. Brian got out of bed. He called down and ordered coffee. He knew he was in for a long morning. ------------------- Justin walked on to the dock. He knew that he was being watched. He stopped half way down the dock. He waited as the three men made there way toward him. They stopped a few feet from him. Justin accessed the men quickly. Rollins a medium sized middle-aged man had a few cuts and bruises but he seemed okay. His hands were tied behind his back and one of the men had a gun pointed to his temple. Justin flicked his eyes over the other man quickly. Well, he gotten a little thicker around the middle, but other than that he was still the same back stabbing, murderous, greedy, sniveling coward he’d always been. “Hello, Justin. I’m glad you could join us,” He said sarcastically. “Ethan,” Justin answered with a nod of his head. His voice didn’t betray any emotions. . “I’m glad you could pull yourself away from your newest fuck toy,” Ethan sneered. “You know me. I like my men sans the love handles.” Ethan’s face turned bright red at the insult. Justin smiled. “You once loved me. I was once all you ever wanted.” “I was once young, dumb and full of cum. Things have changed. I decided to stop being dumb.” Justin thought back to the days when he’d first started training. He and Ethan started together. They had been inseparable. His family had disowned him and he was looking for love and acceptance. Ethan had offered him that. They had been lovers and partners. They had to keep the lovers part secret. The Agency frowned on fraternizing with co-workers. For over a year they had been inseparable. Then they had been assigned to infiltrate a notorious jewelry gang. Ethan had become greedy. He’d sold them out. They were supposed to bust the group, get back the jewelry. They had walked into a trap. Justin had watched as his fellow agents had all fallen around him. It was then that he’d looked up and saw that Ethan was shooting at the agents. He remember asking Ethan why. Ethan told him he couldn’t turn down the money. Then his lover, the man he though he loved had raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Justin still remembered the bullet slamming into him. He’d staggered and fell. Ethan had walked off with the Jewelry and the jewelry thieves and left him and their fellow agents dead or either dying. Justin had never loved another man before. He’d never trusted another man again…until Brian. As the thought crossed his mind Justin was more determine that ever to survive this day. He had three people waiting for him and he intended to see them. “I don’t have all day. I have a luscious, gorgeous man waiting for me. That’s something you can’t say. Well, unless of course, you pay for it.” “Fuck you,” Ethan hissed. “Wrong dough, boy. I fucked you,” Justin bit out. If Ethan was getting rattled he would start making mistakes. Justin knew all he needed was one chance and he’d take them both out. He hoped it was only Ethan and his flunky. Ethan’s eyes turned to small slits. “Enough! You are a hard man to kill, Justin.” “Let’s hope you aren’t,” Justin said. It happened quickly. Ethan pointed his gun. Justin lifted his hand he was holding his gun. The gunfire filled the early morning air. Two men dropped to the ground dead. Two men survived. ---------------- Brian looked at the address on the letter and at the small blue and white Cape Code house. It was a beautiful little house with a white fence, a cobblestone path to the door. It had been over a month since he’d left the island. A months since he’d woken up in a hotel room alone, the smell of Justin still clinging to his skin and the sheets. He hadn’t wanted to deliver this letter. He’d waited as long as he could. He finally accepted the fact that Justin wasn’t coming back. Even now Justin couldn’t put Justin and death in the same sentence. Brian took a deep breath. Clutching the letter he opened the car door and walked up the path to the door. Brian rung the doorbell and waited. He saw the woman looking through the frosted glass of the door. He hoped she could hear him. “Hi, I’m looking for Daphne Chanders. My name is Brian Kinney. I have a letter for Daphne Chanders from Justin Taylor. I met him a month ago and…and he told me to deliver this letter to her.” The door opened and Brian found himself looking at a petite fair skinned African American woman. She was beautiful. Her long curly reddish-brown hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, full luscious lips and a small pointed chin. She was also very pregnant. She looked like she was ready to deliver at any moment. “I’m Daphne. Please come in,” she said stepping aside to let him in and closing the door behind him. Brian followed her to a large homey eat-in kitchen. She offered him as seat at the small round table. He took it. She sat across from him. She carefully opened the letter read it. A single tear rolled down her eye as she read the letter. She carefully folded the letter placed it back in the envelope and laid it on the table. She took a deep breath to settle herself then looked at Brian. “It just states that I’m his beneficiary and tells me how to claim his life insurance, stocks, etc. He told me that he loves me. That I’m his best friend,” She blew out a shaky breath and continued. “He told me that I could trust you. That you saved his life. That you were there for him when he needed someone. I want you to know how much that meant to Justin…how much it means to me. Justin doesn’t trusts easily. Thank you for being there for him.” She paused for a few minutes. She stood up seeming to need something to do. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee? It’s decaf, but that’s all I can drink.” “Thank you. That would be great.” Brain watched as she moved around the kitchen pulling out coffee cups and pouring coffee. She came back to sit down across from him. She had cream and sugar to her coffee. Brian added a large amount of sugar. He was very curious about the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He decided to ask a few questions. “How do you know Justin?” She smiled. Brian thought she had an amazing smile. Almost as open and bright as Justin’s. “We met in pre-school. I spilled my juice and started to cry. He gave me his,” a smile played over her lips at the memory. “After that we were always together. From pre-school to high school.” “Do you know about…his occupation?” Brian tried to tread lightly. He didn’t know how much Daphne knew about Justin’s profession. A frown came over her face. “You mean do I know that he’s a spy. A Federal Agent. Yeah,” her voice dropped to a whisper. “I know. I thought he would go to PIFA. You know he’s a great artist, but his Dad found out he was Gay. Then Justin refused to go to Dartmouth and his father cut him off and disowned him. He was dating this guy named Ethan and Ethan told him about the Agency. The next thing I know he’s trekking across the world carrying guns and fighting terrorist.” She let out a sigh. “I asked him to quit. I asked him to stop. He wouldn’t. He said that he didn’t have a family and someone had to protect American citizens.” Brian looked at her stomach. “Did he know that you were having a baby?” She smiled, “I’d hope so. He’s the father.” Brian wasn’t shocked. He had provided the sperm for Lindsey’s birth. He could see Justin providing the sperm for his best friends baby.” “I wanted a child. I wanted to share a child with Justin and I wanted to give Justin a reason to quit the Agency. Give him something to live for. This was his last assignment. When he left he promised me he’d be back before the baby was born,” there was a catch in her voice. Brian watched the tears fill her eyes. “Now he’ll never know his child, but worst our son or daughter will never know what a wonderful man his or her father was.” Brian wasn’t used to comforting crying females but he went to Daphne. He kneeled in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. He tried to offer her comfort. The comfort he had needed for a month but had no one to give it to him. He held her until her cries became faint hiccups. His shoulder and neck were wet with her tears. He realized he too was crying.. Crying for the young man he didn’t get a chance to fully know. He was crying for the young man that would never know his child. “Oh, Damn,” Daphne screamed. Brian pulled back and looked at her, “What’s wrong?” “My water just broke.” ‘Oh damn’, Brian thought. --------- It had been 7 long hours. Brian had stayed with her. He thought it was ironic that he had been at the birth of Justin’s daughter when he had missed his son’s birth. He’d held Daphne’s hand through out the labor and had even gone in the delivery room with her. Justina Nyla Taylor, was born at 9:22 p.m. She was 18 inches long and weighed in at 8 lbs. 3 oz. She had dark blonde hair and grayish blue eyes. They were in a private room after the birth. Daphne was holding the baby and Brian was by her side. Daphne’s parents had been informed of the birth. They told her they would be on a plane to Pittsburgh the next day. Brian had stayed by Daphne’s side through the entire time. He didn’t know why he felt so attached to Daphne and Justina. He guessed it was all the unresolved emotions and feelings he was still carrying around for Justin. Daphne handed Justina to Brian, “Why don’t you hold her for awhile. I’m a little beat. Child birth is hard work.” Brian lifted Justina from Daphne’s arms. He thought she was the most beautiful little girl he ever seen. He decided to voice his thoughts, “She’s the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen.” “Of course, she is. She looks just like her Daddy.” Daphne and Brian both looked up at the beautiful blonde man holding open the door. Brian and Daphne were both in shock. Daphne choked out startled squeal. Brian couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful man walking in the room. Justin came to stand by Brian lifting his daughter out of Brian’s hands. “I thought you were dead,” Brian whispered unable to resist running his finger down Justin’s Jaw. Justin gave him a dazzling smile. Justin thought about Ethan’s last words and repeated them, “I’m a hard man to kill.” “I’m glad to hear it, “ Brian told him. He wanted to hug Justin but he was holding the Justina. Justin understood his dilemma, “Later,” Justin promised. Justin walked over and kissed Daphne on the cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for her birth.” “Is it over? Have you resigned?” Daphne asked. “Yes,” he answered squeezing Daphne’s hand in assurance. Justin’s eyes locked with Brian’s. “It’s over. From now on I’m going to spend my time with the three most important people in my life…and they are all in this room.” Brian leaned down his lips touching Justin, “I’m going to hold you to that,” he said as his lips captured Justin. Justin knew that he’d finally found where he belonged. He’d found his family. Uh actually make that four." Justin looked at Brian confused. "I have a son, his name is Gus he's about two years old. He lives with his mommies but he's a big part of my life." Justin smiled a brilliant smile. "So that's who Gus is." Brian smiled and looked to the floor. "At the time when I mentioned him I didn't know if I could trust you and I didn't want to place my son in danger." Justin lifted Brian's chin and looked into his hazel eyes. "It's all over now. I feel so blessed to have this whole new wonderful family. I can't wait to meet you're son." Justin captured Brian's lips in a deep penetrating kiss. Daphne smiled gleefully from her bed. "Ok you two get a room." Brian and Justin gazed into each others eyes and silently agreed that that was a good idea, it had been far too long. Justin gave Brian's quarter a squeeze in his pocket.