Brian was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Though in the guise, flimsy though it might be, of Barney Inkin, Brian had just admitted things to Justin that he was barely able to admit to himself. In fact, he’d gotten a little carried away, confessing things to Justin that he’d worked very hard not to admit to himself, namely his fear that Justin wouldn’t fuck him now that he’d received an email from Joe and his desire for more from Justin than a one-time fuck.

Brian had barely allowed himself to acknowledge that he wanted Justin, chubby or no, that he liked Justin any way he came and perhaps more than he would’ve if Justin had been thinner. Justin was fucking adorable when he was cooking: While he’d been making the pancakes the other night, he’d danced around a little bit to the radio, shaking that perfect ass, and he’d smiled so brightly and laughed so happily. Brian wouldn’t unwrite that part of Justin for anything. Brian had also begrudgingly acknowledged that he wanted only Justin, no one else. That was a particularly bitter pill to swallow. But what could Brian do? It was impossible to ignore the fact that he hadn’t tricked in a week. That he had no urge to trick. That, in fact, the very idea of tricking was unpleasant (mostly..that army guy had been incredibly tempting). The last thing Brian needed was to see Justin’s beautiful blue eyes on the face of every blond he “encountered.” Brian refused to ask himself why (when he was still tricking) he’d started to choose only blonds.  

Brian decided to change the subject. He’d already revealed too much.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Do you want to meet sometime?

JT_loves_to_69: What?

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: (chuckling) Is that a particularly hard question?

JT_loves_to_69: I…

Justin was suddenly scared. Maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe Barney wasn’t Brian. But how could that be? Everything in Barney’s profile had screamed Brian…and Barney had an ‘imperfect’ friend who, he was discovering, he wanted despite his imperfections. A friend who supposedly had a thing for someone else. And Barney and his friend had fooled around, but hadn’t yet fucked. Sure it was possible that Barney and his friend had had the same experiences as Brian and Justin, but how likely was it? Plus, Barney had quoted parts of Joe’s email in the About Me section. It had to be Brian. It just had to be.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches:  You…

JT_loves_to_69: I thought you had a thing for your friend…

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Whether I do or not is irrelevant; he likes someone else.

JT_loves_to_69: You don’t know that for sure. He might’ve said that before, and it might even have been true, but feelings change.

Brian thought, a little bitterly, “Don’t I know it.” He tried to change the subject again.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: So…is that a no?

JT_loves_to_69: Uh…I don’t know whether meeting is a good idea.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Why?

JT_loves_to_69: Well…first off, I’d feel bad. If you like someone and he likes you, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that. Second…I have feelings for someone, too.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Who? The guy whose attention you were trying to get by posting your profile on dating Web sites?

JT_loves_to_69: Technically, no.

Assuming Barney was Brian, Justin had to answer no. Justin might have been trying to get Brian’s attention through this ‘plan,’ but Brian had assumed that he was trying to pique the interest of ‘Joe.’

Did Justin like him, and not Joe? Brian’s heart actually stopped beating for a second. Brian needed, like he’d never needed anything before, to touch Justin, to kiss him, to make him cum. He had a sudden brainstorm.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Fuck feelings and words and other people. Let’s just fuck.

JT_loves_to_69: What?

Justin couldn’t breathe. Brian wanted to fuck him. Tonight.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Let’s just fuck.

Justin’s entire body flushed with pleasure, and he smiled; despite the strangeness of the situation, perhaps, in part, because of it, Justin’s pulse quickened. Brian was clearly not ready to tell Justin how he felt…to show him. But if the Barney persona allowed Brian to do that, Justin wasn’t going to argue.

JT_loves_to_69: Umm…okay.

Barney_Inkin’s_9_Inches: Meet me at 189 Belmont at midnight.

JT_loves_to_69: Okay.

At 12:01am, Justin walked into the empty warehouse at 189 Belmont. It was pitch black in there. Justin stiffened. His nervousness was quickly becoming fear. Cold, brain-numbing fear. What if Barney wasn’t Brian? What if he was a mass murderer? Justin was about to bolt when he caught sight of something glowing at the very back of the warehouse. A candle. As stupid as it probably was, Justin moved (slowly) toward the light. If Barney was Brian, this could be the most incredible experience he’d ever had. He couldn’t risk missing it.

When Justin finally made it to the light, he saw that the candle was sitting on a desk. And on the desk was a note.

Justin,

When you’re ready for me, blow out the candle. Don’t speak. Words are completely unnecessary here.

B  

Justin was nervous and scared and excited. He took a deep breath and blew out the candle. He was standing in complete darkness. He couldn’t even see the desk anymore, though he knew it was just a foot away. He shivered in anticipation.

Suddenly someone grabbed him from behind. Justin jumped a little, but quickly melted into the person’s embrace. He was nuzzling Justin’s neck and holding him tight around the waist. Justin smiled. It had to be Brian. This man smelled just like him (and seemed to be the same height). Then the man spun Justin around and crushed their lips together. He threaded his fingers through Justin’s hair and growled softly as he pulled Justin closer and plunged his tongue into Justin’s mouth. He kissed Justin senseless (until Justin’s cock was throbbing, leaking, and aching) and then started licking and sucking on Justin’s neck and earlobe. When Justin was panting and a little dizzy, he began laying open-mouthed kisses down his neck and (after he’d unbuttoned Justin’s shirt, a little frantically Justin thought) down his chest. When he reached Justin’s stomach, he ran his fingers all over it, gently. Justin clenched his fist to stop himself from running. He couldn’t help but be uncomfortable by all the attention his imperfection was receiving. But when the man started laying open-mouthed kisses all over it, Justin relaxed. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Then the man traced his belly button with his tongue, causing Justin to giggle, which, Justin thought, caused the man to smile.

Justin’s breath caught in his throat when the man unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his underwear down to his ankles. Another wave of dizziness washed over Justin when the man deepthroated his cock. The man sucked and swallowed his cock until Justin’s entire body was throbbing. Then, unexpectedly, he moved behind Justin, eliciting a whimper from Justin; he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, that is, until the man started running his hands all over his ass, so gently, almost reverently, and, finally, spread his ass cheeks and drew his tongue over Justin’s entrance. Justin couldn’t stifle a soft moan or, when the man pushed his tongue into Justin, a loud shout, “Ohhhh!” The man tongue fucked Justin until Justin was a little wobbly on his feet and then moved back in front of him. He took Justin’s cock back into his mouth just as he pushed a couple of fingers inside Justin. When the man swallowed around Justin’s cock just as his fingers reached Justin’s prostate, Justin actually mewled (and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders so that he would remain upright).

The next couple of minutes were a bit hazy. The man sucked and swallowed Justin’s cock almost desperately while fingering him, and Justin…Justin had something akin to an out of body experience. He felt melty and floaty, but not individual sensations (like the wet heat surrounding his cock or the firmness of the man’s shoulders beneath his fingers) and then he was exploding, his body returning to itself, catching fire, and burning, burning, burning. Justin was still slightly dazed when his orgasm ceased shuddering through him, but he thought he felt the man slip his hand in his, threading their fingers together and squeezing. Then the hand was gone; the man was gone. Justin was standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse alone, his pants and underwear around his ankles.  

Despite the chill creeping up his body (his ass and cock were still slicked with spit, and it was a cool night), despite the darkness, despite the late hour, despite the disarray he was in (his clothes half off, his lips still red and swollen from the man’s kiss, his hair still mussed from the man’s running his fingers through it), despite the fact that he was now alone, Justin had a silly grin on his face. The man had sucked Justin’s cock, without reciprocation, without fucking, and had even held his hand. He’d even treated his flaw with something very like reverence. That was love, wasn’t it?

Justin smiled, remembering what the note had said: “Words are completely unnecessary here.” With his actions, Brian had expressed everything in his heart, as clearly as if he had written the words in the sky.

Brian loved him.

TBC…