catch me

“You don’t have to go, Molly,” Justin comments while drawing in his sketchbook. Molly looks up from her magazine, “What do you mean?” “You’re going to be bored. We won’t be there that long for you and your friends to do the whole tourist-thing. It’s okay if you want to stay here instead. I’m sure Sofie’s parents wouldn’t mind letting you stay at their house for a few days.” Molly laughs, “Justin, I’m not going to miss my big brother’s exhibition! Besides, I’ll be with Abigail and Adriaan, so it’s not like I’m going to be bored.” Justin swallows hard and nods his head before returning to his sketchbook. He was sure that he wouldn’t be this nervous if Molly wasn’t going to be in D.C. with him and Brian. “Besides,” she continues, “Brian says that Adriaan, Abigail and I can stay at the hotel’s pool and game room while you are mingling at the museum.” “He did?” Justin asks, surprised and relieved. “Um… are you going to do that? I mean, it might be really boring for you guys to stand around at Hirshhorn….” She shrugs, “I dunno. I think we might be fashionably late to your show. Is that okay?” He nods quickly, “Yeah, I mean… yes, I think that’s a good idea. Um… just call me or Brian so one of us can come get you…” “We can call a cab.” “No, Molly. I’m not having you three hailing a cab in a city you don’t even know.” Justin deadpans. Smiling, she shrugs, “Whatever, Worrybird.” Justin smiles, remembering how their mom used to call him a worrybird when he was concerned about something. She would always say, ’There’s no need to be a worrybird, Justin. The phone rings and Molly hurries to get it, immediately twirling her fingers around a strand of her hair when she realizes it’s for him. Grinning at Justin, she takes the phone to her room and closes the door. Sighing, Justin leans back against the sofa and closes his eyes. He couldn’t believe it was happening. Frowning, he knows that he and his sister would’ve been safe in Amsterdam, and probably could have returned to live in the states by Christmas as planned, if it wasn’t for Professor West. Scowling, Justin sits up. He was angry. Brian had risked his life and the life of two innocent people by making a deal with one of those men. That man kept his word. He had told his boss that Justin and Molly perished in the lake in England with their uncle. Sighing, he is pretty sure that the man Brian made the deal with was probably killed once Daniel told Eddie that he and Molly were still alive. Fuckin’ asshole. He wished he could tell Daniel exactly what he felt about him. He wished he could pick up the phone and start screaming at the idiot. Shaking his head, he gets up and walks over to the bedroom. Brian was downtown. He had ended up buying building space so that he could expand Kinnetik internationally. As proud of him as Justin was, it meant that his husband was rarely ever home anymore. Lying down, he closes his eyes. Exhausted, he wonders how he’ll be able to stay calm on the flight to Pennsylvania. “Justin?” Molly asks as she knocks the door. “Yeah?” “Are you going to sleep?” She asks as she walks into the bedroom. Shrugging, he keeps his arm over his eyes. “I haven’t given it much thought, Sis.” “Well, Casper is having everyone over at his house for dinner tonight. And since I’m leaving with Abigial and Adriaan tomorrow, I thought…” “Sure.” She grins. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” “I’ll pick you up at nine.” “Ten.” She corrects. “We have to leave early, Molly.” Justin replies. “Can Abigail and Adriaan sleep over?” “If their parents are okay with it.” “Cool,” she replies, turning back to the door. Turning back, she asks, “9:30?” “Fine.” “Awesome, Jus. See you at Casper’s!” Leaving the room, she grabs her bag and heads out the door to ride her bike to her friend’s house. Justin yawns, rolling over to his side. “Sleep… that’s not a bad idea,” Sighing, he wishes he could fall asleep, but his mind was on overdrive. Packing was complete. Everything was ready. Frustrated, he sits up, placing his feet on the floor. Staring down, he tries to focus on his breathing. In…out…in…out. Breathing. Breathing was simple. Simple. That was a funny word. Simple… simple. Why couldn’t life be simple? Standing up, he walks over to the bathroom and stares at his reflection. Straightening up, he hears the front door open and Molly’s voice greeting, “Hey, Brian. I’m going to Casper’s for dinner!” Brian’s voice echoes through-out the apartment, “Sounds fun. I’ll see you later tonight.” The door closes. Justin closes his eyes. He hadn’t expected Brian to be home so early. Listening, he can hear the soft footsteps of his husband enter the bedroom, stopping, to which Justin assumes is to see himself standing with his eyes closed in the bathroom. The steps continue, and Justin can sense his lover’s movements. The shoes being removed, the clothing being removed… and then silence for a moment. He can sense Brian walking towards him even though no sounds are being made. “I didn’t think you’d be home for dinner,” Justin announces softly, his own voice surprising him. Brian stands behind him, wrapping his bare arms around Justin’s torso. Justin sighs, feeling Brian’s lips gently press against the nape of his neck. Pressing his soft clothed ass against his husband’s naked cock, he smiles, feeling the heat moving past the fabric. Pushing his husband forward, Brian immediately slides down Justin’s lounge pants, stopping momentarily to watch as his lover’s inviting ass slowly comes into view before letting the pants slide down to the floor. Keeping his eyes closed, Justin purrs softly as his lover’s hands slowly rub circles across his ass before sliding his shirt up his back. Brian grazes his fingertips down his husband’s spine, leaning down to kiss each shoulder before continuing his journey down to his lover’s ass. Bringing his fingers away from Justin’s skin and towards his husband’s mouth, he slowly guides them past his lover’s lips, closing his own eyes once Justin’s hot tongue comes into contact with his digits. “Mmm,” Brian murmurs, smiling as he pulls his wet fingers out of Justin’s mouth and plunges them deep inside his lover’s ass. Opening his mouth, Justin silently groans, his head lolling back. Pushing back against his lover’s fingers, he shudders as Brian’s fingertip grazes his favorite spot. “Fuck…” Sliding his fingers out, Brian slowly pushes his condom-sheathed cock into Justin’s delicious ass. “Ooh… fuck, yeeessss…” he groans. He pauses, waiting for his husband to adjust and push back before driving deeper inside. A sigh escaping past Justin’s lips, he slowly slides his palms across the counter until his fingertips graze the mirror above the sink. Keeping his eyes closed, he feels Brian’s hand on his shoulder, the other holding onto his hip as his ass is slowly pumped by his husband’s long, hard cock. “God, yes….Brian…” he whispers softly. Brian groans, tilting his head back as he plows deeper into his husband’s ass. Pulling out slowly, he pushes back in, loving the hot, slow torture he was causing himself. As much as he wanted to fuck his husband hard and fast, he also wanted to savor this feeling. Looking down at his cock sliding in and out of Justin’s ass, he moans again, feeling the tightness in his balls and he knows he won’t be able to last too long. Justin opens his eyes, watching Brian’s reflection fuck him. Fuck, there wasn’t a hotter sight than that. Brian slides his hand away from Justin’s hip, taking hold of his husband’s dick. Jerking it in his hand, he shifts his gaze to the mirror, smirking slightly as he realizes that Justin has been watching him. Justin’s eyes twinkle for a moment, and then he’s lost in to the throes of his oragam, cumming hard into Brian’s hand. One, two, three more thrusts and Brian follows suit, cumming with a moan and he falls against his husband’s back. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he breathes out. Justin chuckles, “You’re not so bad yourself.”