Love Secrets Chapter 5: Content(?) DIsclaimer: Fanfiction: Do you own Queer as Folk? Me: Yes. Actually didn't you know I own every single thing I write about on here. Fanfiction: Was that really necessary? Me: I thought a ridiculous question deserved a ridiculous response. Fanfiction: ... Me: I thought so. A/N: Just a small chapter to tide you over. Insanely busy schedule. Thanks especially to my amazing Beta blue_sunrises who has managed to help me through adjusting to my new program (no typing only talking!!!) and fix up my many mistakes :) Next one will be bigger and more plot filled promise!!!! Brian groaned into Justin's mouth when he felt his crotch pressed against his own. The two had fallen on top of Brian’s sofa. Well, Justin had attacked Brian onto the sofa after their dizzying kiss. Justin gasped as Brian’s hand found its way from his back to his ass after all of the fucking done before hand (and a few spanks from Brian as punishment for implying he was old), Justin’s ass was red, raw, and after some ass-grabbing, ready to be fucked by Brian's cock again. As Brian worked his way down Justin's body, he readily wondered how a man who lived on cum, cigarettes, beam, and sex had the energy for the latter. The thought was disregarded, however, when he felt something close around his dick. He groaned loudly and his hips lifted off the bed seeking out more of the warm mouth. “Now that I've got your attention,” Brian started. “Where were you?” “Huh?” came Justin's confused reply. “Just now. I could have been begging you to fuck and you wouldn't have noticed.” Justin smiled at Brian and rubbed his hand over the brunette's hair. “Nowhere, just thinking,” he said lazily. “That's dangerous; we better put a stop to that right now.” Then Brian quickly flipped Justin over and began to rim his ass. However, he soon began to notice that accompanying the whimpering and dick-hardening moaning coming from Justin irresistible lips, was an uncomfortable flinching every time his tongue pierced the boy's hole. Brian inwardly berated himself. He should have known the boy would be raw and sore, but he took advantage of the fact that Justin wouldn't say anything in lieu of getting fucked. Brian began kissing his way up the boy’s body and eventually laid beside him seemingly ready for sleep. “Oh hell no!” came Justin's voice. “You started this Brian Kinney and you better well finish it.” He was pointing at his now hard dick, which was ironically pointing back at him. Brian shook his head and said, “You are too raw, it'll be more painful than it's worth.” “I can live with it, but not being fucked by you after being rimmed into oblivion is a much harder feat.” Brian brushed Justin off when the blonde tried to kiss him, and pretended he was going to sleep. Still he hadn’t missed the look on the blonde’s face that screamed hurt he wouldn't verbalize about Brian turning down a fuck. Brian sighed and wondered when he had become such a lesbian as he rolled over and pulled the boy into his arms and explained, “I don't want you hurt, I need you safe. I want to keep you around for awhile, and I don't think I could live with myself if I was the one that hurt you.” He buried his face deeper into the mass of golden locks to avoid seeing the look on Justin's face. Justin could feel his eyes tearing up as well as Brian's obvious discomfort with the situation. “Of course you wouldn't. Where else would you find another art director as good as me?” - Brian strolled into the Liberty Diner looking, acting, and knowing that he was God’s (if there was one) gift to all of gay Pittsburgh. “Brian!” came the whining voice from his usual booth. He cringed and inwardly wondered when his best friend's voice had become so annoying. He draped himself into the chair and yelled out his order to Deb. The next few seconds Brian received a smack that had probably knocked out a few brain cells from the mother of Liberty Avenue herself. “Hey asshole! Where the fucking hell have you been? You can't just waltz in here and demand coffee after not showing up for an entire month! That's four missed family dinners!” “That is your business how?” “Briaaaannnnn!!! Where have you been? We haven’t been to Babylon in ages! You missed Studs n’ Suds night!” Whined Michael. “Shouldn’t you be spending the night with the hubby?” “We always go to Studs n’ Suds. Just because I’m with someone doesn’t mean we’re going to stop hanging out,” said Michael under the delusional impression that Brian was jealous. No matter how many guys Brian fucked or boyfriends Michael had, the two would end up together. It was just a matter of Brian realizing no one would ever love him like Michael. “You still haven't answered the question,” said Emmett from the other side of the booth. “We haven't had the pleasure of your company for 30 whole days.” “Well Honeycutt, not that it's any of your business, but I did work, not everyone has jobs that last only an hour a day and an entire bottle of lube.” Brian said, poking fun at Emmett’s career as Fetch Dickson. “I'll have you know my work lasts much longer than one hour. It’s a full-time thing; I have to pick the costumes, the themes, not to mention stay hard long enough to take 45 minutes of film.” Brian rolled his eyes, quickly bored with the conversation. It wasn't that he didn't like Emmett; in fact, he was quite fond of the Drama Queen, if only for the fact that he could be himself and not another hetero-wannabe-still-in-the-closet queer. In fact he'd put money on him being born out. It was just that, lately, he'd often found himself getting bored with everyday situations that didn't involve the blonde bombshell probably still recuperating in his bed at the moment. The only reason he wasn't joining him was an early flight to Boston in to meet with Brown Athletics. When his coffee finally arrived he picked it up and was on his way, leaving a sarcastic comment and promise to be at the next dinner to appease Debbie. He hurried into his car and got out his cell phone hoping to catch a little sunshine before he reached the rainy Boston. - Justin groaned as he was awakened by the chorus of “Let’s Hear It for the Boy” coming from his cell phone. Automatically knowing it was Brian he picked it up and said, “You’ve reached Taylor’s Playroom, press 1 if you're hot, hard, and horny and we’ll set you up with Twink right away.” He couldn't even control his laugh when he heard the beep over the telephone. “Talk dirty to me.”