~*~ Brian was surprised by the large stretch of hallways, branching off in several directions. He’d heard about this place, but the sheer abnormity of it surprised him. When they stopped in front of a large door at the end of the corridor, the man ushered him inside, following him in. “Wait here, Mr. Kinney. Your personal concierge will join you in a moment.” Brian snorted. “Is that what they’re calling them nowadays?” “Your concierge, sir, will explain the rules of the house and answer any questions you may have.” He shrugged and feigned disinterest. “It’s fucking. What’s to explain?” With a look of distaste, the man moved to leave. “Enjoy your evening, sir.” Once he was alone, Brian began looking around. In actuality, the whole secret society feel of the place amused him. Maybe Tommy was onto something here. It was an average room, with a very subtle sinister appeal. He wasn’t sure how the black walls fit in, but it was enough to intrigue him. The large, red, satin-covered bed was a given, as was the table full of toys pushed discreetly into the corner. Maybe this place wasn’t quite as vanilla as he’d been assuming. He was about to explore the table when the door opened and another man stepped inside. “Good evening, sir,” he greeted, handing him a silk robe and towel. “This would be your first time with us?” Brian nodded. The pleasantries were becoming annoying. This whole setup reminded him of a snobbish knock-off of the Liberty Baths. “Our clients are expected to follow the rules of the establishment. Be kind, be considerate and be respectful. Simple, wouldn’t you say?” Brian stared with a look of disbelief. He was going to kill Tommy when he made it out of here. This wasn’t at all what he’d consider enjoyable. Where were all the men with the hard bodies and even harder cocks? “Each host has his own particular set of rules. In this case, there is only one. There is to be no anal penetration.” Brian’s eyes widened. “No fucking?” “I assure you, sir. You will be quite content.” Yep. Tommy was dead. He could be at Babylon or Woody’s or countless other places right now, where there were no ‘rules’ to abide by and men would just as soon pay him for a chance to say they’d been fucked by Brian Kinney. “The facilities are to your left, where you will find a shower stall for your convenience. The robe is for your comfort and your host asks that you wear this to experience the full effect of tonight’s entertainment.” Brian took the blindfold, fondling it with his fingers. Okay, maybe this could be interesting. ~*~ Justin stepped through the door and closed it behind him, immediately flipping the controls on the wall before turning around. The room was immediately bathed in soft, blue lighting, setting the mood for this evening’s first encounter. He pressed another button and adjusted the sound, filling the room with low, sultry music. This had always been one of his favorite rooms. He swore the blue lights had nothing to do with it, but also knew he was full of shit. As he turned around, he could barely make out the man lying on the bed. He squinted, trying to let his eyes adjust to the little light he had and realized the man was on his back, naked, one arm behind his head, smoking a cigarette… blindfolded. The man’s robe was lying casually draped across a chair in the corner. Justin smiled and approached the bed slowly, silently trying to decide how he was going to play tonight’s game. “It’s about fucking time. I was about to start without you.” Justin froze. And then panicked. It’d been two years, but there was absolutely no mistaking that voice. He debated turning around, bolting from the room. In fact, that’s exactly what his brain was telling him to do. Unfortunately, his feet had other ideas, bringing him closer to the bed until he was staring down at Brian’s beautiful naked body. He was sure he gasped, but Brian didn’t say anything. He continued puffing away on what Justin now realized was a joint and how he hadn’t smelled it when he walked in the room was beyond his comprehension right now. First order of business was to calm the fuck down. Brian didn’t know who he was. He couldn’t. Unless he had seen him, and that’s why he was here. Fuck. Why else would Brian come to a place like this? It wasn’t as if he needed to pay for sex! Justin decided the best thing he could do was approach this as any other anonymous client unless Brian said something to reveal he knew his identity, in which case, Justin would be royally fucked anyway. Brian arched his back, pushed his hips forward, and then relaxed again. Justin blinked. He could do this. Just another horny client here for his services. He moved his hand down, touching Brian’s fingers and stole the joint between his lips. Pulling it to his own mouth, he inhaled deep, coughing when the smoke hit his lungs. Shit, he’d forgotten how strong the good stuff was. “Careful with that! If you’re not used to it, it can really fuck you up.” Justin pushed his finger against Brian’s lips to quiet him, took another small hit and then decided he’d had enough. He had to stay in control but this would help calm him enough to handle being this close to Brian again. Fuck. How was he going to do this? “So is this some kinky sex game? You’re not going to talk to me?” Justin remained silent. He disposed of the roach and then sat down on the bed beside Brian. God, he hadn’t changed at all. He was still the most breathtaking man Justin had ever seen. And Justin was still pissed at hell for being left without so much as a phone call once Brian hit New York. But now wasn’t the time or place. His personal feelings were just that… personal. This was business. Justin’s finger reached out, tracing Brian’s lips, soft and wet and so very familiar. He continued downward, lightly running his fingernail down the veins in his neck, following his jugular before continuing down the middle of his chest. When he reached his naval and found the trail of hair beneath it, he leaned in, letting his lips close over Brian’s left nipple. They didn’t have a lot of time, only thirty minutes per session, so he figured he’d better make every moment count. Brian’s hand found his head and pulled him tighter against his skin. He’d always liked it when Justin sucked on his nipples. Almost as much as Justin liked doing it. “Do I have to keep this fucking thing on?” In regards to the blindfold, Justin nodded against Brian’s skin. “So I don’t get to see or hear you.” It was making him nervous. Was he just toying with him? Did he actually know? Justin shook his head this time, responding a no to Brian’s statement. He didn’t like the questions. It was time for distraction tactics. Using his hands, placing them on Brian’s hip, he motioned for him to roll over onto his stomach. ~*~ Justin’s discarded robe slipped to the floor and he acutely became aware of his own nakedness, straddling Brian’s legs, his cock resting against the cleft of Brian’s ass. He was horny from the weed and wondering if this was really such a good idea. Had he actually believed he could pull this off unscathed? It was all he could do not to give in, scream ‘it’s me’ and let Brian fuck him senseless. Instead, he took a deep, cleansing breath and went to work on Brian’s strong shoulders. Beginning at the base of his neck, he slid his hands outward, massaging the muscles beneath the flawless skin. Brian rose onto his elbows, ducked his head forward and then stretched his neck for Justin to knead. But instead of using his hands, Justin moved forward, laying his body on top of Brian’s, holding his weight up beside them on his hands. He touched the tip of his tongue to the nape of Brian’s neck. He couldn’t help it. He needed to taste him. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but the truth of it was that this wasn’t just another client. This was Brian for Christ sake! The man he once claimed to have wanted more than anything else in his life. The same man he’d spent the past two years trying to forget. But here, touching him, feeling his body flex beneath him, he couldn’t deny how much he’d missed this. How much his body still wanted him. Justin breathed in the scent of Brian’s skin and tongued his flesh, over his shoulder blades, between them, taking his time exploring and rediscovering Brian’s body. He worked down the curve of his back until he reached the dip where the arch met his ass. He felt the wetness where his dick had trailed against Brian’s body and he tasted it, the flavor mixing with the slight sheen of sweat created by the friction of their bodies rubbing together. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t know what he wanted. He thought maybe he wanted it all. Even in this place, this room filled with blue lights just like the loft had been, being with Brian felt right somehow. He couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt right. Brian arched beneath him, rubbing his hips against the bed, drawing Justin’s attention back to the task at hand. Brian wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t tell Justin what he wanted and Justin assumed he was now playing along with the game. The game that Justin now regretted. He wanted to hear him. Wanted to hear his voice saying all the things that only Brian could to make him hot, to make him wet and more than anything, desperate. He pulled on Brian’s hip gently, and moved out of his way, signaling him to roll back over onto his back. Justin let his eyes travel over his body, saving every ridge of muscle, every perfect curve to memory for later. He had to remember the subtle differences two years had made. It had been a running joke how often Justin had sketched his cock, but Brian had no idea how many sketches he’d actually done of his entire body. Justin ran his hands over Brian’s chest, along his ribs to his stomach, watching it flinch at his touch. He knew all the ticklish spots, what to do to make him laugh and what to do to make him moan. He chose the later and moved lower to curl his fingers in his pubes, lowering himself down to take in the heady scent. He buried his nose, pushing his cheek against Brian’s cock, rubbing it against his skin. First one side and then moving to the other, feeling the wetness seeping out, covering his face with it. He smiled when Brian’s hand came down to rest on his head, and then smiled even wider when Brian’s other hand gripped his cock and tried to guide it to where he assumed Justin’s mouth would be. He couldn’t help thinking a simple “suck my cock” would have sufficed, if either of them had been speaking to one another. He reminisced, remembering the first time he ever sucked Brian off. Actually, it was the first time he’d sucked anyone off. It was the morning after their first time together. The morning after Justin lost his virginity and he was so fucking desperate to please Brian any way he could. He thought if he learned to blow him better than anyone else, Brian would never want to send him away. Brian was patient with him, guiding him through all the surefire techniques guaranteed to have your man clawing at the sheets in ten easy steps. He’d sounded like an after hours advertisement and Justin laughed and decided to try inventing his own form of expertise. Brian didn’t complain and kept inviting him back to the loft. Pulling away from the memory, he made sure to cover his teeth and let Brian’s cock slide between his lips. He added subtle pressure with a firm tongue and soft suction, taking him deep into his throat. Justin was good and he knew he was good. He’d had plenty of practice on Brian, and then after… Before long, he had Brian forgetting the game, groaning “fuck” over and over, his breath catching unevenly in small gasps. He almost thought Brian’s entire body would rise off the bed as much as he was arching and thrusting, his hands tangled in Justin’s hair, trying to pull his mouth down further onto his dick. He loved it when Brian got carried away and knew if he’d let him, he’d begin fucking his mouth the way he fucked his ass. Justin was proud he could take it deep and hard and fast. But he was in control here, not Brian. He let his tongue slide along the shaft as he mouthed him, making him wetter, slicker and the feel of his cock was so fucking good. He relaxed his throat and opened up to him again, wanting to taste him, wanting him to come inside his mouth, over his tongue… to be able to lick his lips for the next hour and remember that Brian had been there. On the other hand, Justin was so fucking hard from knowing he could still cause this kind of reaction, he needed to get off. More importantly, he wanted Brian to get him off. He didn’t always… when he was with a client. Most of the time he’d do his job, let them come and he’d be out the door before they realized he hadn’t come with them. But then, most of his clients weren’t there for Justin’s pleasure. But not this time. This was different in ways he didn’t want to think about. He pulled off Brian’s cock and laid his head down, rubbing his cheek along the inside of Brian’s thigh, nipping at the tender spot he knew drove Brian crazy. It was amazing how those small, miniscule things could mean so much. Or used to, anyway. He slid his fingers around Brian’s cock and stroked him a couple of times, letting him know he wasn’t finished. “That was fucking hot.” Justin grinned. Ahh… there was the voice he needed to hear. He closed his eyes and let it repeat in his mind a couple of times until Brian straightened his leg, pushing him off in the process. “Come up here.” When Brian reached for him, Justin went. Just like that, he could feel the power shifting and felt the control slipping away. He would do anything now. Anything Brian wanted. Justin rose up, climbing on top of him, his body lying between Brian’s legs, their chests pressed together. Justin slid his hands into Brian’s beside his head and pinned them down and then leaned down to meet Brian’s lips. The kiss was deep and overwhelming, the taste of weed and Beam and Brian’s cock mixing on his tongue. He could feel Brian’s breathing speed up, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more defined and he humped once, twice against him. Brian whispered against his lips, “I want to fuck you.” Yes. Yes. For the love of god yes, but in better judgment, he shook his head no against his cheek. He wouldn’t break his own rule. Not even for Brian. Brian’s hands pulled away from his and then Justin felt them on his ass, pulling at him, forcing their cocks together. Brian’s knees rose on either side of Justin, his hips rising off the bed, grinding upward. His hands moved closer together, pulling Justin’s ass cheeks apart, trying to reach his hole with his finger as he slid their cocks against each other. “Did it make you horny? Sucking my cock?” Justin nodded and let out a hot, loud breath against Brian’s neck. He thrust his hips forward, grinding against Brian’s dick, the build up of slippery wetness making the glide easier. “I bet you have a nice, tight ass.” Brian moaned against him. “As wet as I am, it’d be so easy to sink my cock inside of you right now.” Justin dropped his head, gripping the back of Brian’s shoulders and sped up, pumping, rubbing, trying to reach a climax. The sweat between them was hot and sticky and perfect. “Fuck, “ Brian moaned, gripping and flexing Justin’s ass, moving him to the rhythm they were creating. Justin felt one hand disappear from his ass, and then saw it reappear, pulling at the blindfold. “I want to see you. I’m taking this fucking thing off.” Justin panicked, grabbing at Brian’s fingers, pulling them away. There was no way in hell he was going to let that blindfold come off. His tongue flicked out, sliding down Brian’s middle finger and then he sucked it into his mouth. Another of Brian’s fetishes he was too familiar with. That’s all it took and the blindfold dilemma was avoided. Brian’s head tilted back, his body froze and Justin felt the pulsing, felt Brian’s cock spilling between their stomachs before he was bathed in the warmth of his own orgasm. They were both still for a moment, Justin’s full weight pressed against Brian’s body, listening to each other breathe. Justin eventually raised his head and reached for Brian’s lips again. One last soft kiss before he was up, grabbing his robe and running out the door.