Midnight Whispers
QAF Brian and Justin Fanfiction

Myles' POV

The plane touched down as I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. I was tense, even though I was looking forward to seeing my mother and sister; it had been nearly 4 weeks since I had seen them last. Both of them had thankfully come to terms with my 'lifestyle,' although I still suspect my sister already knew about it before she heard the truth from me.

To this day, though, still claims it was a 'shock' to her, with a grin on her face. I believe she just didn't want to alienate our parents, because if they knew she suspected and didn't say anything, it would have added another notch to their list of disappointments. It wasn't the thought of being reunited with them that made me tense.

I looked over at Julian, who seemed a bit overwhelmed at the star treatment. After all, I thought with a smirk, who wouldn't be? My family never did do anything half ass. It was all or nothing! I had been willing to fly commercial, but Mother would have had none of it and sent the private jet, one of three, unbeknownst to Julian. Three, I thought disgustedly. Who owns that many jets? Most people don't even own more than one car! But, here I was, pleasing my family... even though at times, I had to admit to myself as I thought about the comfortable luxury it provided, it wasn't all bad.

The plane's door opened for us to exit, and Julian followed closely behind me. Just before we reached the doorway, I felt his hand on my shoulder. It startled me as I realized I had been holding my breath and it came out in a rush. I noticed the limo just then, which meant one thing to me. Between the warm hand on me and the realization I came to, all the tension left me. I turned to look at Julian and when I saw the smile of appreciation reach his eyes, I couldn't help but smile back in acknowledgment.

We descended the steps from the gangway onto the tarmac, and were walking so close to each other
towards the car, that our hands brushed together and our fingers caught. A jolt of electricity shot through me instantly at the contact, and I couldn't help but smile at the wonderful tingling sensation. His fingers were so warm, and felt so good. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I did not want to break the connection. I didn't dare look at him, finding myself suddenly feeling shy. Jeez, I scolded myself. What was I – a 17-year-old again? I sure felt like it today. I'm sure if I could have seen my heated face at the moment in a mirror, I would have readily noticed the deep burgundy hue it would have been displaying over what just his simple touch was doing to me.

We reached the car and I was immediately embraced in a bear hug!

"Franklin, my man, it's so good to see you, how are you and how's that beautiful family of yours?" I asked. Franklin was in his middle 50's and had been my father's personal driver since I was 10. Where Father went, so usually did Franklin, unless...

"Good. Good, Myles, so good to see you, too," the driver said, as we broke from our embrace, smiling at me. "The family is always growing by leaps and bounds, and is doing very well", he told me.

Deciding to cut to the punch, I inquired, "So, where is he this time?"

"He's in Germany."

Franklin only drove for him if he was in the United States, so when I saw the limo, Father's limo, I knew immediately he was abroad. Which was why the tension left me the moment I saw the limo. I was happy to not have to deal with Father this weekend on top of everything else.

"You could have brought the car, instead, it's much easier in the city," I pointed out.

"Nothing but the best for you, my boy, nothing but the best," Franklin replied, his voice reflecting his genuine fondness for me.

My polished manners took over as I turned to my guest. "Franklin, I'd like you to meet Professor Parish, a colleague of mine."

"Please, call me Julian, it's very nice to meet you," Julian responded as they shook hands.

"A pleasure, Sir," Franklin responded politely. I couldn't help noticing, however, the knowing grin that he was giving me out of the corner of his mouth.

Of course I returned it with a 'don't you even dare say anything look.' I immediately gathered that Franklin approved of Julian. After all the years that Franklin had been in our family's employ, I'd seen that same type of look before through the years when I'd done well on a school test, or made the

basketball team.

I couldn't help but blush again as I thought about how transparent I must be around this dangerously attractive man... This has got to stop, I inwardly groaned to myself, before I reveal too much…

Deliberately trying to change the subject, I asked, "Where are we off to, Franklin?" as soon as I saw our luggage had been stowed in the car by the airport attendant.

"Well, your mother and sister are still in Boston and said they would meet you at the Majestic shortly before the play is to start. Shall I take you to the penthouse to freshen up from your flight?"

Already, in the space of a few hours, Mother had changed our plans, I thought with little surprise. After all, just like my father, my mother had no compunction about getting whatever she wanted.

I looked at Julian and he nodded his approval at Franklin's suggestion. I could have sworn he had a twinkle in his eye, but maybe it was just the sun's reflection as I felt another tingle rush through my body at the thought of the two of us alone in my penthouse.

"Let's do it," I replied to Franklin in agreement.

We got settled in the limo, which, all of a sudden was much too spacious for my taste. I'd have preferred the car, even though it wasn't all that much smaller than the limo. It would have enabled me to sit much closer to Julian, though. I found myself tense again, but this time it was the professor making me feel this way and not my family. We barely knew each other but, again, the man made me feel like an inexperienced 17-year-old. I couldn't even look at him all of a sudden. I was watching my hands, my fingers fiddling in my lap, anything to avoid looking at those mesmerizing, hazel eyes.

"Myles?"

Taking a breath to calm myself as I finally heard my first name being uttered from those sexy lips, I looked up slowly, meeting his intense eyes that were boring into mine.

"Just do it, Myles."

I blinked at the simple yet so provocative statement, wondering if I had heard him correctly or just dreamed it up. But as he continued to stare at me, somehow I knew he had actually said the words aloud.

So I did!

Julian

Having to let go of Myles' hand when he hugged his father's chauffeur left me somewhat empty handed both literally and figuratively. I noticed his slight hesitation asking where his father was, who obviously wasn´t in the car and Myles had checked the car immediately and noticed his absence. Nevertheless he turned happily around to me to present me to the chauffeur, whom I liked immediately. He appeared to be one of those people who committed their whole life to a family and who tended to become much more than just an employee.

I am sure Myles knew him since he was a little boy and I and I felt welcomed by him instantly; I got the distinct impression that he approved of his junior boss' guest, which pleased me for some reason.

Those detailed plans Myles had explained to me before were already shattered as as I heard Franklin tell him that the rest of his family had been held up in a meeting in Boston and would meet us at the musical theatre shortly before the show started.

That left us with an unexpected gap for the afternoon which I didn´t particularly since it would give me time to spend with Myles alone. I really enjoyed his was an honest person, well educated and raised but not snobby. Though I had heard the rumors that his parents had money, I didn´t expect them to be THAT rich.

One would have never guessed it, looking at Myles, yes, he was dressed in well tailored designer labels, but not matter what their background, he would treat each of his students seriously and as an equal.

While we stould by the vehicle talking to Franklin, our luggage had been stowed into the trunk of the limo and we made ourselves comfortable in the backseats. Franklin had shaded the dividing window to the drivers seat so that all of a sudden we found ourselves alone for the first time today, maybe even for the first time since our initial meeting.

When I looked at him fiddling with his fingers I remembered the day we first had met in the office only a few weeks ago. My gaydar had hit the top of the scale immediately during that initial encounter. I felt my heart skip a beat at the first time I looked in his endless blue eyes and recalled the jolt of energy that had shot through me at the first contact, as I was presented to him and shook his hand. It took a lot of effort to let his hand go again.

I knew that being openly gay in this part of the country wasn´t the best thing to show off and so my professional conscience took over and I left it at this. From time to time we met at the office, always in company and always busy with all that pro-bono work that had to be done. There were always students around who were eager to learn the intricacies of law and to make a good impression in an attempt to get good grades or curry favor from us for future employment.

So it seemed there was never really a good time to learn more about this intriguing man, or get to know him more intimately.

I noticed him staring at me sometimes as if he were daydreaming, but he always looked away as soon as I looked back at him and I couldn´t but notice some light color on his cheeks in this moments.
Now I suddenly felt the distance between us far to uncomfortable and I called him. We locked eyes with each other and I told him: "Just do it Myles, ... come over here..."

As if a feather had been loosened he jumped out of his seat to follow my invitation. Unfortunately in this moment the limo started to accelerate and this sudden moment of insecurity caused him to fall face down onto my chest. For a moment I was out of breath due to the sudden impact on my body, but to tell the truth, but to tell the truth, silently I was thanking fate, because this was what I had been waiting for quite some time, him in my arms, running my fingers through his beautiful dark hair...

Nevertheless I said "EasyPeasy Myles, no reason to jump at me that way..." with a big smile on my face which I think even reached my eyes.

He caught himself together and took a seat beside me on the comfortable luxurious seat of the limo.

I noticed that again he was refusing to look at me directly, apparently feeling even more embarrassed by what just had occurred. Deciding I rather liked his blue eyes peering into mine , I took his chin in my hand and made him look at me.

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