Round Robin #5 Authors: Gina* Shirley * Elsa Rose * Lizzy * Mel * Mouse * Lela Rose * Teag

Justin tugged his jean jacket tighter around himself as the night air grew colder. He hitched up his bulging messenger bag. He had tried to stuff as much of his belongings as he could in it. The wind ruffled his long blonde hair. If only he hadn't gotten caught 
kissing one of the neighbor boys he'd be safe and warm in his own bed right now. Instead he was trudging the deserted streets with no clue where to go next. His father had made it abundantly clear he was no longer welcome at home. He could still taste the blood in his 
mouth from his split lip. His left eye throbbed and more than likely was a nice shade of purple by now.

The rain started to come down misting gently at first then graduated to pelting rain drops.

"Fuck!" 

Justin murmured under his breath. He tucked his hands up into the sleeves of his jacket and hugged himself to keep warm. The thought of hitch hiking had just crossed his mind when he saw a pair of head lights coming up the street. He knew he had to be careful or he could end up a lot worse off. Before the car could pass him he made a snap decision and flagged down the car. The black jeep stopped next to him.

Justin opened the door and tentatively looked in. His breath caught 
in his throat. The driver was the most gorgeous guy he had ever 
seen. 

"Well do you want a ride or not? It's raining in on my leather 
seats."

Justin went on his instincts that this man wouldn't hurt him. He got 
in the Jeep and put his bag between his legs. His fingers were numb 
from the cold which made buckling his seat belt difficult. Justin 
nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the man lean over and 
hook his belt for him.

"Thanks" he whispered shyly.

Justin figured he'd better keep the fact that he was gay to himself. 
One ass kicking per day was quite enough for him. He needed the ride 
and the warmth for as long as he could.

Brian couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful blonde. He was glad 
he picked him up. He was just a kid, anything could have happened to 
him. His heart clenched when he noticed the bruise and split lip. 
Brian saw that the kid was trembling and turned on the heat to warm 
him up. The kid smiled a devastatingly beautiful smile at him in 
thanks.

"So where ya headed?"

Justin stared into the mesmerizing hazel eyes. "I don't care as long 
as it's far from here."

"I can do that." Brian put the Jeep in gear and drove off into the 
night.

Brian drove toward his loft on Tremont Street. He was actually on 
his way to meet his friends for a drink, but of course now plans have 
changed. Justin sat quietly in the passenger seat he didn't know 
what to say to this gorgeous man sitting next to him. He started to 
feel a little self-conscious about how he must look at the moment.

Justin reached his hand up to his bruised lip, when Brian's voice 
startled him.

"So who won?"

"What." Justin was confused by the question.

"The fight you were apparently in. Who won, because if you did, I'd hate to see the other person?"

Justin let out a humorless chuckle "No one won this fight, especially not me." 

"I see." Brian pulled up in front of the loft. He opened the driver's door and began to climb out. He noticed Justin had not made a move. Brian turned to face him. He saw the unsure look in Justin's eyes. "Listen I'm not a mass murderer or serial rapist. I live here and I figure you could use some dry clothes and a little medical attention before you continue your journey. It's totally up to you." When Justin still didn't move Brian closed the drivers side door and restarted the engine. "There is a Grey Hound terminal not far from here; I can drop there if you like.

Justin wasn't sure of what to do, he made a big step getting in to 
the jeep with this totally stranger. Why be afraid now, he didn't 
seem like he wanted to hurt him. When Brian was about to pull away 
from the curb, Justin spoke up. "I'll come in with you. I can use some dry clothes if you are still offering."

"Yeah I'm still offering" Brian said as he turned off the jeep and 
opened the car door again. He opened the downstairs door to his building and held it open for Justin to pass through. "Just head up the stairs, I'm on the top." 

Justin did as he instructed. Once upstairs Brian slid open the loft 
door and toed off his wet shoes and walked barefoot towards his 
bedroom. He grabbed a couple of towels for him and Justin to dry off 
with and he went through his drawers and located a pair of sweats 
and a t-shirt he thought would fit Justin. Brian stripped off his 
wet jacket and shirt and tossed then in a corner of the bathroom. He 
walked back into the living room with his wet jeans still on, the 
top button unsnapped.

Justin was still standing by the open loft door. When Justin noticed 
Brian state of undress he couldn't help but stare at his beautiful 
naked torso 
"Here you go." Brian handed Justin one of the towels. He walked 
behind him and slid the loft door closed. "You can go in the 
bathroom and change out of your wet clothes.

"Uh…thanks…which way to the bathroom?"

"Straight through the bedroom on your left."

Justin took off his wet sneakers by the front door. His socks were 
just as wet as the sneakers, so he still left footprints as he made 
his way towards the bathroom. Justin looked in the mirror once he was in the bathroom. He was not happy with what he saw. His eye was turning colors, his lip was puffy and it had traces of dried blood. On top of it his hair was soaked and matted to his head. Justin stripped off his wet clothes and piled them in the corner with Brian's. He dried off as best he could and pulled on the sweatpants and t-shirt. When he opened the bathroom door Brian was in the bedroom drying his hair with the 
towel. He changed his jeans to a dry pair.

"Feel better "

"A little"

"By the way my name is Brian"

"I'm Justin…. Thank you Brian…for being so nice.”

Brian laughed. 

"What so funny" Justin said feeling even more self conscious.

"I don't think anyone has ever thanked me for being nice before, at 
least not in a non sarcastic way."

Well I'm not being sarcastic, I mean it. I don't know what I would 
have done."

"I guess going home was not an option."

"No, it's not an option anymore." Justin said his voice heavy with 
sadness.

"Want to talk about it."

"Let's just say me and my father do not agree on the direction my 
life is going."

"Hmm I understand. I have a father and it's a fate worse than birth. 
I have some antiseptic for that lip. We'll take care of your bruises 
and then we will find something to eat." Brian headed towards the 
bathroom to see what was in the medicine cabinet. His mind quickly 
flashed back to his own father and the physical fights they used to 
have. The worst fight and the last one was after he found out Brian 
was gay.




Brian found some antiseptic and cotton balls. He pointed to the sofa. “Sit down. Let me see how bad these bruises are?”

Justin hesitated for a moment before following Brian’s orders. Brian lifted Justin’s chin on his finger and inspected the bruises. Brian was pissed that Justin’s father could raise a hand to hurt his son. After the physically, mentally and emotionally abusive home he’d come from he’d promised himself he’d never raise his hand to hurt a child.

Justin wasn’t used to being this close to such a beautiful man. He was the most beautiful man Justin had ever seen. It was his imperfections of beauty that made him so beautiful. He had dark chestnut hair tinted with red highlights, expressive eyebrows, slim nose, luscious lips and his chin…Justin loved the little dip in his chin. He had the sexiest crooked smile. It was so alluring. And his body was a work of art. It was just so long and lean. Brian had pulled on a wife beater that emphasized his shoulders, well defined muscular chest and arms. His jeans molded to his slim waist, and firm defined ass and his legs seemed to go on forever. He exudes confidence and sex appeal. Justin was almost hyperventilating from his closeness. 

Brian lifted an eyebrow. He knew when he was being cruised and the kid was certainly cruising him plus the kid was practically panting from his nearness. Brian’s Gaydar had gone off the moment he picked up the kid. If he had any doubts the kid’s reaction to his closeness just squashed them. Brian dabbed the antiseptic on the few bruises and the cut on Justin’s lips. Justin hissed.

“I know that stings but you don’t want it to get infected.”

“Thanks,” Justin mumbled.

He couldn’t stop looking into Brian’s eyes. He loved Brian’s eyes. He still couldn’t figure out their color. They seemed to be a mixture of green, gold maybe even brown. Justin wasn’t sure but they were mesmerizing. Justin wondered how they looked when Brian was fucking. His thoughts made a blush creep up his cheeks.

Brian noticed the blush creep up the kid’s cheeks and wondered what had caused it. He decided to table it for later. Right now he needed to feed the kid and maybe they could talk about where he was going.

Brian put away the first aid supplies and walked in the kitchen to pull out the take out menus. He was lucky and the all night Chinese restaurant down the street delivered until 3:00 a.m. Brian gave Justin the menu.

“Why don’t you place the order for the food and I’ll go start a fire.”

Justin smiled. Brian considered Justin’s smile to be a lethal weapon. It lit up his face and the entire room. Brian admired…lusted after Justin’s as he walked to the telephone. The words delicious blonde boy ass entered Brian’s mind as he watched Justin’s hips sway back and forth. Brian knew he wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that. He shook the thoughts from his head as started the fireplace.

They were sitting on the fur rug soaking up the warmth from the fireplace eating their dinner. Brian couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had a picnic in front of the fireplace. It was a little to romantic, lezzy and hetero for his taste. When the food was delivered Justin had been sitting in front of the fireplace warming up and Brian didn’t want him to move. It was just practical to eat there.

Brian had learned two very important things about Justin. One, when it came to food he was a bottomless pit. Justin had eaten the food he ordered for himself and what Brian didn’t finish of his own food.

Two, once he started talking there was no stopping him. He told Brian he had a best friend named Daphne who he called before the food was delivered just to tell her he was okay. Brian knew Justin had attended St. James Academy. He knew Justin wanted to be an artist. He’d scored 1500 on his SAT. He’d been accepted to Dartmouth but he really wanted to go to Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts. He became a little sad and withdrawn after mentioning PIFA. Brian decided to question him about it.

“So, are you going to PIFA?”

“Not unless I can make a shit load of money in the next few months.”

“Is there any chance your parents will help pay your tuition?”

“Only if I go to Dartmouth and give up what my Dad calls my disgusting lifestyle. Tonight my Dad called me disgusting and threw me out the house. My Mom stood by and watched.”

Brian had a good idea what the *disgusting lifestyle* was that Justin’s Dad wanted him to give up. Brian sipped his beer and leaned back to study Justin. The skin around his eye had turned a startling shade of blue. He had a bruise on his cheek and his bottom lip was swollen. It still didn’t distract from his beauty. His hair had dried and was a deep honey blonde, his skin reminded Brian of porcelain, he had full luscious lips and Brian could close his eyes and imagine those pouty lips wrapped around his dick. His eyes were a clear sky blue. They looked so innocent and lost. Brian didn’t understand why but he wanted to take that sad lost look away.

“Why did he call you disgusting?”

Here it is, Justin thought. Time to tell him the truth and see the disgust come over his face. Justin had decided when he left his home he would never hide who he was again. Never. Justin was tired of hiding. He prepared himself mentally. He knew as soon as he revealed the reason his father threw him out the house Brian would probably do the same. He took the plunge.

“He caught me kissing our neighbor…another boy.” Justin waited for the look of disgust and explosion. Brian’s eyes never left his. 

Brian ran a finger down Justin’s cheek as he leaned close to him. So close Justin could see the gold flecks in his eyes. Smell the beer on his breath.

“I wonder what you father would call you if he knew you’d been kissed by…a man.” With those words Brian’s lips met Justin’s.

This kiss was hesitant, each feeling their way through it. Justin’s tongue peeked out of his mouth and ran it across the crevice of Brian’s lips. Brian took that as an invitation and slid his tongue into the young mans mouth. Tongue dueling for dominance, hands roaming for knowledge, breathing labored as they tried to breath through their noses, the men devoured each other’s mouth, deepening the kiss, wanting and needing more. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist and pulled him onto his lap; Justin straddled Brian’s legs and wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck allowing his hands to trail through the soft locks. Justin pulled back and stared into the beautiful green eyes with golden flecks. Brian caressed the side of Justin’s face and Justin leaned into the touch, closing his eyes at the gently caress. 
“Have you…ahhh…have you had sex?” Brian whispered wrapping his hand around Justin’s nape and pulling back towards his lips. Brian placed soft kisses along Justin’s jaw before sucking on his ear lobe then neck. Justin moaned at the contact thrusting his hips forward, their hard cocks causing a delicious friction. 
“I’ve…fooled around…mmm…blowjobs, hand jobs….ohhh God…fingering…uhhh…but no…ahhhh…penetration.” Justin panted out during Brian assault to his neck; sucking, licking, nipping, mmm the wonderful things a mouth can do. 
Brian moved his hands in between their bodies and started stroking Justin’s hard cock through the fabric of the sweats.
“Mmm…did you like it when you stuck a finger in your ass? Did it turn you on; making you ache for more?” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear, his tongue sliding against the shell.
Justin bucked his hips at Brian’s words grinding his hips against Brian’s hand. He moved his hand to the button’s on Brian’s jeans and deftly undid them sliding his hand in between the fabric, grasping the hard cock in his strong nimble fingers. 
“Yea…a long…” Justin leaned down and licked Brian’s neck from his ear to his adams apple, “…thick…” sucked on the skin, lightly nipping at it, “…hard…” Justin moved to the other side of Brian’s neck sucking on the sensitive skin behind his ear, “…cock.” Justin stated punctuating each word with a squeeze to Brian’s cock. Brian threw his head back and moaned at the feelings coursing through his body. The blond boy may be a virgin but is no means shy or unfamiliar to a man’s body. Brian slipped his hands into the waist band of Justin’s sweats, cupping and stroking the massive package of the petite blond. 

“Oh yea…” Justin moaned tipping his head back, exposing his swan neck. Brian swooped forward and sucked on the delectable skin, one hand remaining on Justin’s aching member while the other one slipped around his slips waist to cup the bountiful bottom. 
“You want me stick my hard cock in your tight ass?” Brian whispered against Justin’s throat. Justin moaned at the whispered words, stoking faster using the precum to ease the friction. Brian slipped his fingers between the firm globes, his finger tracing the crack before rubbing the tight muscle. 
“Oh God…more…mmm…” Justin begged, thrusting his hips backwards to capture Brian’s fingers. 
“Yea, that’s what you want…mmm…to feel your tight hole wrapped around my long, thick cock, pumping in and out of you…ahhh…” Brian thrust a finger into the tightly clenched hole, feeling it spasm around the solitary digit, trying to push it out as he forced it in. 
Justin leaned his head against Brian’s chest, stroking faster, harder on Brian’s slick shaft, moaning inaudible words. 
“Close.” Justin whispered as Brian stroked his cock and fingered his ass. Brian sped up his ministrations, wanting to make Justin cum. He felt Justin’s body tense; Justin arched his back his eyes closed, as the hot spunk spewed from his piss hole, his ass tightening around Brian’s fingers. The effect of Justin’s orgasm started off Brian’s, the fire starting in his balls and rushing up his shaft, the hot cum spraying across Justin’s chest, neck, and face. 
Justin swiped is fingers across his chin, gathering some of the cum on his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. Brian watched through lidded eyes, Brian pulled his hand from Justin’s soft cock and licked his palm gathering the cream on his tongue before pulling Justin down to meet his lips. They sucked on each other’s tongue, their essence mingling together creating a tasteful aphrodisiac. Justin pulled back and looked into Brian’s eyes, before blushing and lowering his eyes. 
Brian lifted Justin’s chin and looked into the deep blue eyes.

“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful, you don’t have to hide.” Brian said caressing Justin’s face. Justin smiled at Brian, allowing his true beauty to shine through his smile. Justin pulled himself off of Brian’s lap and went and got a wash cloth to clean them up with. Brian couldn’t believe that he had just came like a teenager, but God the blond was so fucking hot. 
They settled back on the couch after cleaning up with a bottle of water, each unsure of where to go from here.

The two men sat on opposite ends of the couch, following their interrupted picnic, staring each other down. `Well I'm thinking he won't mind I'm gay. What the fuck am I supposed to say now? Why do I get into these situations? I'm supposed to be fucking running away not just fucking. What am I doing?' The thoughts just wouldn't stop bouncing along the walls of Justin's brain.

`He so fucking better be eighteen.' Ok well who didn't know Brian to be slightly one minded at times? He sighed finally smiling slightly.

"Y'alright?"

Justin's eyes widened as he nodded profusely. 

Brian couldn't help but laugh. "A nod like that you must be more than alright."

"That was . . . really good." Justin sighed. That defiantly didn't do it justice.

`Really good' he says.' Brian sighed, as if put out. "It was alright."

Justin looked down to his toes sitting up on Brian's disgustingly expensive couch. He needed a place to sleep. At least for a night. An idea flashed across his conscious. 

Brian watched the teen plot. He was so obvious. "Wipe the thought 
right out of your mind. You have a place to stay. If you want to 
fuck, fine, but you walk down that road and you can kiss any of 
those artist and college life dreams goodbye because you'll never 
get out of it."

Justin stiffened. "How do you know that's what I was thinking?" 

"Because you're a scared kid who just ran away from home who knows 
two things: He's broke and pretty."

"I'm an adult."
"Lemme guess freshly eighteen?"
"It's legal."
`Hah.' "Barely."

Justin refused to meet his eyes and started picking his sock 
again. "I just need to get out of here. I don't care how."

Brian softened. He knew what desperation felt like. Knew what it 
felt like when being homeless looked better than living at home. He 
made his way next to Justin picking at his sock as well with a small 
smile.

"'Don't care' can get you in trouble." He said when Justin met his 
eyes. A moment passed just staring at each other. "Tomorrow I'll 
help you figure it out."

He fought the urge to look around to see who had just said that. 
Ever since Gus was born his feelings had been popping up in weird 
places. It was getting annoying.
"You want to help me?"
Brian's eye brows crept up out of habit. "Apparently."

Again the two sat in silence. It should have been awkward, but 
seemed strangely comfortable.

"So . . . where do I sleep?" `This is it. He's the one.'
Brian leaned back slightly studying the young man. "Your call." He 
said finally.
Justin nodded biting his bottom lip. "I never slept very well on 
couches . . ."

"Better share the bed then." Brian's eyes gleamed as he stood and 
swaggered up to his room. Justin watched on with dozens of emotions 
spinning in his heart. Mostly lust, and want . . . with just a 
tinge of terror.

"Guess we better." He whispered getting up and following Brian's 
lead.
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"Oh, god, Brian!" Justin gasped as talented lips nipped at his 
sensitive flesh. He wiggled underneath the beautiful man trying, oh 
so hard, to get those beautiful lips laving his belly just to touch 
his painfully hard cock. He'd fooled around with idiot high school 
kids, and himself, and he'd never had to wait this long to come. As 
much as he wanted it to end, however, he wanted it to last that much 
more.

"Please. Please!" He moaned. It was loud in his ears. He didn't 
care.

Brian looked up, lips shiny and kiss swollen, looking fucking hot. 
A naughty grin played at the corners of his mouth. "What, Justin, 
what do you want?"

"God just suck me off! PLEASE!"

Brian held back a laugh. No cock loving queer ever refused to help another. Especially when it involved sex. But that wasn't quite his plan.

"Uh . . . no."

Justin's eyes shot open from his place panting in bed. "What!?" He squeaked.

Brian laughed no longer able to hold it back.

Justin's entire body flushed with embarrassment. "It's not funny! You can't just get me like that and not . . ."

"Justin." Brian interrupted gently. That was the problem with his new found niceness. It usually peeked out only after he was done being a jerk. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm just playing a little." He crawled up the beautiful blonde's body straddling his thighs 
leaning down to kiss his perfect pale chest. "Hey."

Justin met his eyes.
"You want more?"
"Yes." Justin whispered hoarsely.
"Want me to push inside you?"
Justin's head found the pillow again he could only nod.

"Pop your cherry?" Brian's deep voice rumbled in his chest as he rubbed himself against Justin. The younger man undulated beneath him mewling and gasping just at the words. Brian leaned over to his night stand digging through his condom/lube supply.

"Open those pretty blues, Sunshine, you should probably be awake for this." Brian teased gently.

Lust filled eyes locked with his. "Did you call me Sunshine?" Justin breathed.

Did he? Guess so. "Seems fitting." He became serious. "You sure 
you wanna do this?"

The first sign of hesitation since back in the jeep crossed Justin's 
face. "Yes." He was sure of that much. "Could you just . . ."

"I'll be careful." Brian promised. "Ready?"
Justin licked his lips and nodded. "Ready."

Brian sat between the young man's legs. "We're gonna do it facing 
each other. I want to see your face." Brian told. The boy was 
beautiful, but he also wanted to be able to detect pain even if 
Justin said it was ok. "Put your legs on my shoulders."

Justin followed instructions. The fact set in as he watched this 
beautiful older man. He was going to have sex. Now that he was 
there it was a lot scarier than he thought.

Brian leaned over close to Justin's face. "You're shaking."

Justin took a deep breath. "I'm just kinda nervous."

"You're ok." Brian breathed popping the top on the lube. Justin 
shot up as if he'd been shot. 

"We need to use a condom . . . I . . . in my health class we had 
this speech, and . . ."

Brian smiled holding up the unwrapped foil. Justin looked down to 
his latex clad cock, and smiled sheepishly. "Oh."

"That's ok. Always make sure." Brian soothed making a quick job of 
lubing himself. He used a little more than usual just to make 
things easier. "I'm using my fingers first to get you ready ok?"

Justin nodded just as the first finger slowly slid inside. He 
gasped slightly at the cool lube, and intruding finger loosening him 
up. Brian waited a moment before sliding in another. The second 
one always hurt Justin a little, but he liked the pain. He hissed 
and began to rock on the long digits pulling them deeper inside. 
Before he knew it they were gone. He whimpered at the loss.

"Don't worry I've got better." Brian whispered grinning re-
adjusting Justin's legs on his shoulders and positioning himself at 
Justin's opening. "Ready?"

Justin nodded holding his breath.

"Breath, Justin, relax." Brian soothed and watch as Justin blew out 
a cleansing breath. He took that as his cue beginning his push 
inside. 

Justin had no idea it would be so painful. No man's fingers could 
prepare for this. He cried out as he was stretched around Brian's 
thick member. Brian paused just inside. Justin felt amazing. He 
was so tight so warm. He leaned over bending Justin practically in 
half pressing their lips in a hot kiss. Justin took a moment to 
react, but seemed distracted from the pain momentarily.

"Now push down a little."
"But."
"It's alright."

Justin did as he was told and gasped as Brian slid slowly deeper and 
deeper inside him. The feeling was amazing despite the pain.

"Oh god!" 
"You alright?"
"Mmm Yes!"

Brian smiled as Justin began to realize the full pleasure of having 
a cock buried deep inside. 

Starting slowly Brian took extra care kissing and caressing Justin's 
beautiful skin. The slow pace did crazy things, and Justin's vice 
grip had him walking the edge the entire time. It didn't take long 
for Justin to beg for a faster pace. Before Brian knew it he felt 
his balls tighten telling him it was almost time.

"Ready to come Justin??"

"Yes! Please. Brian make me cum!"

Brian smiled. This kid was a sex fiend waiting to happen. He took 
Justin's rigid cock in his hand stroking in time with his perfectly 
placed thrusts grazing Justin's prostate sending him moaning 
completely uninhibited. Before either knew what was coming . . . 
they both were.

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`This is so dangerously close to snuggling.' Brian thought laying 
in his bed, blond twink draped on his chest legs tangled with his. 
Brian was about two ticks from sending the blond to sleep on the 
couch when a contented sigh brought him from his thoughts.

"Thank you, Brian. For everything. I don't know what wouldda 
happened if you hadn't picked me up." Justin paused. "And for 
tonight. Thanks, you know, for making it good."

Brian smiled despite himself. This boy was going kill him if he 
kept referring to his sexual performance as `good.' He was Brian 
Fucking Kinney! For some reason, though, it wasn't pissing him 
off. It was almost endearing. And when the fuck did Brian use the 
term endearing? He was a good fuck, and he had had one of the worst 
possible nights a person could have. So they'd share the bed. For 
the night. 

"Glad to be of assistance." Brian snarked smiling slightly, mussing 
Justin's hair.
The young man laughed a sunny laugh. "Night, Brian."
"Night, Justin."
And, for the record, when was the last time he'd known a tricks name?

"Where were you?" The sound of a grating whine was as effective as 
an alarm clock in pulling Justin from his dreams. He winced as he 
licked his lip and remembered his run in with his father. 

"Something came up. I had a change in plans." Justin recognized 
that voice. It was Brian's. He shifted and felt an ache in his 
ass, but smiled in spite of it. It had happened. He'd finally had 
sex, real sex with a man. He laid back and let that knowledge flow 
over him. It had been amazing, painful, but amazing. 

"Well we waited for you for hours before heading to Babylon." The 
whine continued. "And you really missed out because there were so 
many hot guys there." 

"Michael, I've had all of them." Brian's voice sounded weary. 
Justin furrowed his brow as he sudden felt as though he was 
eavesdropping. He sat up and reached for the sweats that were 
laying on the floor. He moved slowly. It hurt to blink, to sit and 
move his lips. He hoped he looked better than he felt. He quietly 
headed into the bathroom where he inspected the damage. His lip 
wasn't as swollen. In fact the split was hardly noticeable. The 
bruise on his cheek was still blue as was his eye. It was then that 
he could see it and wondered if anyone else would notice. There was 
something different about his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was the 
fact that he was now an adult and on his own, really independent. Or 
maybe it was the loss of innocence that came from losing his 
virginity? 

"I'm just asking that if you say you are going to meet me, the least 
you can do is call and not be such an inconsiderate prick." The 
whine continued in the other room. 

Justin found his own clothes. They were still damp but had dried 
out enough for him to put them back on. He did so, neatly folding 
the ones Brian had loaned him and placing them on the bed. He took 
a deep breath and stepped down out of the bedroom. 

His eyes met Brian's first. Brian seemed warily for a moment then 
gave a small smirk. 

"Is THIS why you didn't show up?" Justin got a good look at the man 
attached to the whine and glanced at Brian. "Is this your change in 
plans? A trick? A fucking kid?" Michael demanded angrily. 

"Justin this is Mikey. Mikey this is Justin." Justin felt unsure 
so he just glanced back at the small brunet whiner. 

"I don't give a fuck who he is. Next time you say we're meeting and 
you get distracted just call." The smaller man threw Justin a glare 
as he grabbed his coat and stormed toward the door. 

"Nice to meet you." Justin couldn't' resist. Brian laughed softly 
as he sipped his coffee. Michael cast one last nasty look at Justin 
before leaving. 

"Nice guy. Is he always so sweet and understanding?" Justin asked 
rolling his eyes.

"That's just Mikey and we aren't going to discuss him. How are you 
feeling today?" Brian asked refusing to take Justin's bait. Justin 
continued down the steps and accepted a cup from Brian. The older 
man couldn't help but enjoy how carefully Justin was walking. He 
knew he'd made a big impression on the blonde last night.

"Enjoying yourself?" Justin asked sarcastically. 

"Not as much as I did last night." Brian's voice was hoarse and 
Justin felt his cheeks redden as he gave a nod of agreement.

The older man motioned to the coffee pot. "Help yourself." 

"I'd rather have juice." Justin admitted. Brian raised and eyebrow 
then shook his head. He opened the door and handed the blond a 
bottle of carrot juice Lindsay had brought over for Gus to have. 

"Thanks." Justin replied gratefully and drank half of it in one 
swallow. Brian watched as the younger man's throat worked, 
swallowing the juice. He forced his eyes away. He needed to stay 
focused on other things if he was going to help Justin find a way to 
piece his life back together and get the fuck out of his loft. It 
felt way too comfortable having him here. Brian didn't understand 
why and he had no intentions of keeping the man around long enough 
to find out. 
“Where are you headed today?”

Justin swallowed quickly. “I don’t know. I was thinking about going to New York.”

Brian cringed. He could only imagine what would happen to someone as young and naive as Justin. “What were you going to do in New York?”

“I don’t know. Maybe become a dancer or a waiter or something like that.” He shrugged. “Maybe I can even find a job in an art gallery or something like that.”

“Don’t you have family that could take you in?”

Justin walked over and gingerly sat on the cushioned stool next to Brian. “I’m sure they wouldn’t want me either. Not once my Dad tells them why he threw me out.”

Brian gently touched Justin’s bruised faced. He knew he should stay out of it. The kid was not his problem, but he also knew he couldn’t let the kid walk out that door and go to New York. He let out a sigh. “I tell you what kid. You can stay here for the weekend. We’ll figure out something permanent by Monday.”

Justin couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to stay here?” He had to make sure he’d heard Brian.

Brian snorted, “Just for the weekend,” he clarified. “I know someone that might be able to offer you a place to stay and a job.”

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Let’s just say I’ve been where you are before.”

“Thank You,” Justin said softly.

“Don’t get the wrong idea kid. I’m only doing this because I want to help you …that’s all.” Brain got up and walked toward the bedroom. He’d seen the look in Justin’s eyes. The last thing he needed was some starry-eyed schoolboy having a crush on him. He didn’t mind helping the kid. He knew what it was like coming from and abusive home. He just wanted to help the kid that was all.
Justin looked around the busy diner. Even with Brian’s hand on the small of his back he was nervous. Michael was glaring from a booth at the back of the room and the other two men sitting with him were obviously begging to be told why Brian had a kid with him.
Brian pushed Justin forward. “Come on Sunshine, they won’t bite. Not unless you want them too.”
“Brian… “ Justin began pushing back against the older man’s hand. Brian put more pressure on his hand and Justin’s feet took him closer to the booth.
“Hey Brian, who have you got with you?” Emmett asked.
“Some kid he tricked with last night.” Michael spat out.
“Actually boys, this is Justin Taylor, think of him as under my protection from everyone. That includes you Mikey, so cut him some slack.” Brian turned to a waitress who was passing by. “Hey Deb, I need to talk to you for a few minutes.”
“Sure Brian, my break is in about ten. Sit down and I’ll bring you some coffee and breakfast.”
“Bring Sunshine here the works, he’s a growing boy and needs his strength.”
Deb rolled her eyes. “Sunshine, you watch this guy, he’ll eat you up and spit you out.” She patted Brian’s cheek to show that she was joking, sort of, the pats were rather forceful.
“Ma, he’s a trick.” Michael began.
“I am not.” Justin glared at Michael. “I’m not a fucking trick.”
Brian put his arm around Justin’s shoulder and pulled him close. “Sit down with the nice men Sonny Boy and play nice.” He stared at each and every one that was at the table. “I’m going to say this one more time boys. “This is Justin Taylor, he’s under my protection. I like him. He is not a trick.” Brian sighed. “Now was that clear? Did I use words you could understand? Mikey, any big ones I need to explain?”
Justin sighed with pleasure at Brian’s words and leaned into the embrace. He sat down beside Michael. Brian pushed in beside him making Justin scoot over uncomfortably close to the smaller man who was glaring at him.
Melanie and Lindsay walked into the diner, pushing a stroller. “Hey guys, Brian.” Lindsay said. 
“This must be Justin.” Melanie smiled at the blond still under Brian’s arm. The women pulled up two chairs and sat down with them.
“Justin, I’m Melanie and this is my wife Lindsay.” Melanie introduced Justin to the blonde woman. “And this is our son Gus”
“He’s my son too.” Brian piped up.
Justin looked at him. Brian said. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later.”
“Justin, Brian called us and we think we have a solution to your present dilemma” Lindsay smiled at Justin. “We have an extra room that you’re welcome to use. If you babysit for us every now and then, that’s how you can pay us for the room.”
“And Lindsay is an art teacher; she has a studio in the attic.” Melanie said with pride in her voice. “Brian says that you are going to attend PIFA”
“Well I was.” Justin looked down. “My parents have other ideas. I was accepted at PIFA but I don’t know now if they’ll pay the tuition.”
“Well I have that covered if they won’t” Brian said with determination. “And don’t look like that. I have the money it’s no big deal.”
“It is a big deal. It’s a lot of money.” Justin said.
“You can pay me back when you’re rich and famous.”
“Tell you what,” it was the waitress. She had obviously been listening. “I’ll give you a job here that you can work around your school schedule and your babysitting duties. It should be enough to keep you in art supplies while you’re in school and if you’re tips are good and I think they will be, you can pay Brian something on the tuition loan each payday.”
“Why are you guys doing this?” Justin asked looking around him. “I don’t even know you.”
“It’s be kind to blond twinks week here on Liberty” Brian said tongue in cheek.
“You were the ten thousandth visitor to Brian’s apartment and won the prize.” Ted said from his corner.
“Just be happy, it was our darling Mr. Kinney with the heart of gold that found you honey.” Emmett said. 
“Who the fuck knows.” Michael mumbled.
“Justin, Brian asked Melanie and I if you could use the spare room. I really could use your help with Gus. We’d much rather he be left with someone he gets to know, then with strangers.” She smiled at Justin and Brian. “From the look in Brian’s eyes, Gus will be seeing a lot of you while he grows up.”
Justin looked at each of the faces currently staring back at him. 
Each was grinning and looking back at him expectantly. His vision 
got blurry with the tears that were threatening to spill. How was it 
that his parents could discard him, and these…these strangers were 
just taking him in, no questions asked?

"Oh, baby, don't cry!" Emmett said, reaching over and patting his 
hand.

"I'm not," he replied, shaking his head, "I have allergies…it's uh, 
smoke drifting from the smoking section," he finished lamely.

Nodding knowingly, Emmett let his hand linger and Justin's a moment 
too long for Brian's comfort. He plucked the flamboyant man's hand 
off Justin's and replaced it with his own. A move that did not go 
unnoticed by anyone at the table.

A cry from the stroller shifted everyone's attention to the youngest 
person present.

Brian let go of Justin's hand and he turned to focus on Gus. Justin 
felt exposed at the loss of contact. He felt good inside when Brian 
touched him. As soon as he saw Brian pick up Gus though, he 
grinned. The boy was an exact replica of the man.

"This is Gus," Brian said, introducing his son to Justin.

Gus giggled and playfully slapped Brian's cheeks with his hands. 
Brian leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on Gus' nose.

"He looks just like you!" Justin exclaimed, tickling the toddler 
under the chin.

Shrugging, pleased at the observation, Brian replied,

"Yeah, it could have been worse. He could've taken after Lindsay," 
he grinned to take the bite out of the comment. It earned him a 
glare from the woman.

Intrigued by the new man sitting next to his father, Gus leaned over 
to focus on Justin. When Justin smiled at him, Gus giggled again and 
placed a loud, wet kiss on Justin's face.

"See, he likes you. Will you accept?" Lindsay asked, leaning forward.

Looking at the faces again, Justin knew he was sunk. These were the 
nicest people he'd ever met. He'd gotten lucky. Why, if Brian 
hadn't pulled over, or if he had refused to go into the loft…

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, he was determined not to 
focus on the past or other what if's. He would live the now.

"Yeah. I'll do it. Hopefully I can save enough to pay off PIFA on 
my own, even if it is little by little. If not, I'll take your loan 
Brian, but that's exactly what it is…a loan! I won't take a hand-
out," Justin replied.

"Don't worry. We'll work out a payment plan…with interest. I accept 
check, cash…sexual favors," Brian answered, tongue-in-cheek, "some 
methods of payment are appreciated a little more than others, of 
course."

Debbie arrived with a tray piled with plates. Setting a loaded one 
down in front of Justin, she told him,

"You eat this up, Sunshine. Except for that cute little bubble butt 
I noticed when you came in, you're a bony little thing. Good thing 
about that bubble butt though, I`m sure Brian over here enjoyed it 
very much!" she finished, winking at Justin and Brian.

Blushing furiously, Justin nodded and mumbled incoherently as he 
looked down into the plate and began stuffing food into his mouth. 
Everyone else just laughed.

Deb left to go back to work. In between bites, Justin snuck looks at 
Brian, watching him as the group interacted. He was so at ease with 
these people, his group. Justin had never had a group. He had 
Daphne, but who knew when he would get to see her again now. His 
best friend was probably beside herself with worry. He would have to 
remember to call her again and let her know that the man who'd picked 
him up had indeed, not killed him.

"What, Sunshine?" Brian asked, startling him out of his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" he answered, feigning innocence.

"You keep looking at me…I know I'm irresistible, but still," Brian 
smiled smugly.

"It's just…I guess I'm waiting for you guys to pull out the camera 
and say `Just Joking!'"

"Well, it's not going to happen. Now eat up so we can head over to 
Lindsay and Mel's and you can check out the arrangements," Brian 
replied softly. Eyeing the man warily, Justin couldn't help but ask,

"Since I'm living with Melanie and Lindsay, I know I'll see you…but…
will I "see" you?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brian knew what Justin was asking. He looked into the bright blue eyes. The eyes that looked at him with love, adoration and trust. Brian knew he should tell Justin that he didn’t believe in love…he believed in fucking. As he looked into the beautiful face…into those trusting blue eyes his cold-hearted response died his throat.

Brian reached out his hand and wrapped it around the nape of Justin’s neck and pulled Justin to him. He leaned his forehead against Justin’s.

“Yeah, you’ll *see* me again…as much as you want.” That was a big step for Brain. He’d never fucked the same guy twice. He’d never cared about the men he’d fucked before…but there was just something about Justin. He wanted to guide him and protect him. He wanted Justin as a part of his life. He didn’t want to rationalize it. For once he just wanted to go with the flow. 

He repeated it, “Yeah, you’ll see me again…and again…and again.”

The smile that spread across Justin’s face was bright and happy. Brian realized he wanted to get lost in Justin’s smile. He wanted to get lost in Justin.

“Why don’t we go back to the Loft. I take you to the Muncher’s place later” he gave Justin a sexy smirk that made him blush. “Much later.”


Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and pulled him out of the booth.

“Hey, where are you going?” Lindsey asked.

Brian didn’t bother to turn around as he pulled Justin with him, “I’m taking Justin to pack. I’ll bring him over tomorrow afternoon.”

“When does it take all day to pack,” Mel had to yell because Brian was at the door.

Brian opened the door and pushed Justin ahead of him. He didn’t respond to Mel.

Justin realized that a stormy night when he though his world was falling apart had actually been the night that had opened a whole new world to him. He looked over at the man that had changed his life. He wrapped his hand around Brian’s waist and squeezed close to him. Life had never seemed so bright before.