Gift # 10 -3 of 5

[mander3-swish.livejournal.com]

TO: urugwaj
FROM: predec2
TITLE: What Follows Next

I stared into his eyes. "It’ll be my pleasure to show you the ropes," I whispered. I groaned inwardly then as the vision of Brian all tied up and at my mercy came to mind, making my cock grow even harder. I gasped as Brian grinded his cock against mine as I stared down at him in shock, my mind instantly springing back to the present.

Brian nodded, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Show me, then," he told me simply. "I want to give you as much pleasure as you’re giving me."

My face grew hot at the thought. "You already are," I told him. But I knew I wanted so much more. Swallowing hard, I sat up to kneel between his long legs, reaching over beside the bed to pull open the narrow top drawer of my nightstand to grab the box of condoms and a small tube of lube that I kept there. His eyes never left mine as I placed the box down beside him on the bed, pulling out one of the condoms and opening the top of the package with shaky fingers. Placing the latex disc down, I picked up the lube, using my thumb to flick open the top. Noticing the look of apprehension on Brian’s face and feeling I needed to reassure him, I stopped what I was doing, bracing myself with one hand on his thigh as I leaned down to kiss him softly. I could feel the muscles of his leg moving as we kissed, his cock hot against my skin signaling his rising arousal, as I pulled back to look down at his kiss-swollen lips and his beautiful face. I couldn’t help licking my lips in anticipation as I leaned down again, my voice shaky with emotion as I instructed him, "Bend your legs, and place your feet down on the mattress."

He eyed me nervously, but nodded as he did as I asked. I reached over to snag a spare pillow from beside his head. "Lift yourself off the bed, Brian." He raised his pelvis enough for me to slide the pillow underneath to give me better access and make him more comfortable. As his hole was exposed to my appreciation, I couldn’t help fantasizing about touching that pucker with my tongue and my lips, and wondering how he would react to the wet, hot invasion. The idea made me extremely turned on, but I decided that the wonder of rimming would have to wait until another day.

He continued to watch me intently as I squirted some of the lube into the palm of my hand, grateful that I used a type that warmed to the touch. My fingers now coated with the gel, I paused to explain, "This is going to help open you up so you can take me in." I felt him shiver as I took a moment to spread some of the lube around his hole to help facilitate what I was about to do, smiling at his reaction. "I know…it’s a little cold. It’s self-warming, though; it’ll only feel that way for a moment or so."

He nodded back at me in understanding as I squirted some more lube onto my fingers, my own cock lying heavy and hot between us, as I reached down with my slickened middle finger to locate his puckered hole, my eyes locked onto his as he held his breath. Hovering there to allow him some time, I waited a few seconds before tentatively, slowly pushing slightly inside and then a little deeper, sucking in my breath as I felt how constrictive, how wonderfully tight his hole was when it greedily wrapped itself around my finger.

I moaned at the feeling rushing through me, hearing him hiss at the intrusion. I immediately stilled my hand as he shook his head. "No…it’s okay. Keep going," he told me, his voice hoarse.

I studied his face as he nodded at me before I pressed in even further. "Try to relax," I whispered, lightly caressing his taut stomach in reassuring strokes with my other hand.

He barked out a short, nervous laugh. "Easier said than done with someone’s got their finger up your ass," he grunted, breathing heavily.

"Brian…" I began to pull out slowly – only to have him reach up and grab my other wrist.

"No…I want this, Justin. Keep going. Do it."

I swallowed, nodding. "Okay." I held my finger inside as I slowly, methodically pushed another one slightly in, feeling him bucking against me as he fought not to rebel against the intrusion. "Breathe," I reminded him as I continued to caress his warm skin. I almost decided to stop as I noticed Brian’s eyes clenched tightly shut, the pain and discomfort clearly broadcast on his face.

"Don’t stop," he commanded as I briefly hesitated, both fingers embedded in him. If it hurt this much already, could he even tolerate a third one? But I knew in the long run it would be better for him. "Brian…I told you…"

He groaned. "And I told YOU…do it! I…I can take it."

I bit my lip and nodded, pushing my index finger further inside until it was fully embedded with the other one. I stopped then to allow him more time to adjust, hearing his heavy, pained breath under my touch as I laid my free hand on his belly and then slid it up toward his sweaty chest. My eyes locked on his; I could see the discomfort, but also determination etched on his face.

"Fuck," he breathed out as I remained immobile. "It never hurt this much with a woman. Is it always this bad?"

I shook my head, trying to reassure him. "No," I told him quietly. "But the first time is a bitch, I won’t lie." He nodded at me as I felt his hole widening just a bit, signaling that he was ready for the next step. I spread my fingers slightly, his eyes never leaving mine as I did so, until I curved them just right, and his eyes flew open in surprise as he bucked beneath me. I grinned. "Of course, there ARE some good things about it, too."

"Holy shit," he murmured in awe, breathing hard. "Do that again."

I laughed, repeating my movement as he arched off the bed; I felt heady with power as I got to work stretching him some more, hearing him grunt in reaction. Finally, I slowly pulled my fingers out and grabbed the condom, my hands shaking as I pulled it down over my steel-hard cock. "Ready?" I whispered breathlessly, sensing this would be the moment where neither of us could turn back.

He inhaled a deep breath before letting it back out, nodding after a few moments. "Yes…show me, Justin."

"Put your legs around my waist," I told him, my pulse racing in anticipation as he lifted his long legs and linked them behind my back. I never thought this would be happening tonight, but now that it was, I could barely control myself. I nodded back at him, wetting my lips that had suddenly become parched, before I grasped the base of my cock with one hand and teased his opening with the tip while my other hand gripped his left thigh. His eyes never leaving mine, I raised up and then pushed slightly inside. I saw him wince and grunt in pain as I did so, causing me to stroke his thigh reassuringly with my fingers. It was all I could do not to ram my entire cock inside that tight, pulsating hole; I had never felt anything so incredible in my life.

I felt Brian’s hand on my chest as I peered into his eyes, wondering, worried that he was going to back out. But then I heard him urge me with a simple word: "Go," as I thrust in a little further, feeling the heat of that constrictive, heavenly space. I could feel the beads of sweat sprouting on my forehead as we remained linked together as one, my body stilled as I gave him time to get used to me.

"Press back against me," I instructed him. "Don’t forget to breathe," I added as he nodded. Gripping his biceps tightly, I pushed in more…and then even more until – at last – I was fully imbedded inside. The only sound in the room were our two rapid pants of breathing as I whispered, "Here we go."

I pulled back out almost all the way…and then pushed forcefully back in as he continued to fist the sheets beside him. His rapid breathing told me he was still uncomfortable somewhat as I held still again; balls deep against his ass.

He breathed out slowly, pushing up to take me in even deeper. "Do it, Justin. Teach me."

I nodded, my own heart threatening to burst out of my chest, as I began a slow, steady, in-and-out rhythm, almost withdrawing all the way before I fluidly thrust back in. I could see a sea change look of astonishment come over his face finally as his eyes grew impossibly darker, and he moaned, this time in pleasure. "Oh, God," he breathed out in amazement. "I…I…Fuck me," he commanded, reaching up to grip my upper arms as he pulled me even closer to him, his own hips snapping in time with my thrusts.

I was lost in a haze of burning desire as our two bodies melded into one; at that moment no one else and nothing else existed except the two of us. I had never felt anything so exquisite before; so tight; so…it was indescribable, I decided, as we both quickly headed toward our climaxes. I felt my body drawing tight, and knew I was about to come, but not before I made sure that Brian experienced the same degree of pleasure that I was feeling. Reaching down to stroke his full, heavy cock with my hand, I watched as his face contorted with uncontrollable emotion before his body shuddered, and with a cry of my name on his lips he exploded between us, my own climax following a few seconds later.

I thrust a couple more times before – completely exhausted – I fell heavily onto his warm, sticky, sweaty body, my chest threatening to explode from the exertion. Brian’s legs fell away from my waist to drop heavily onto the mattress as his hands held onto my back. I could feel his breath on my neck as I lay there on top of him, my body wound tighter than a coil as I struggled to regain my breath. I could feel Brian’s heart beating impossibly fast under me as he, too, tried fervently to slow his breathing down, and I felt his hands slowly travel up and down my slickened back as if he were memorizing every plane and curve. It made me feel like nothing I had felt before, and I marveled at how this first time with a man who was so inexperienced in the joys of gay sex had brought me to this moment.

Finally, with great reluctance, I carefully pulled away from him, hearing him moan in reaction, as I grabbed the condom and rolled onto my back, tying it off and disposing of it in the trash can next to the bed. Both of us lay there on our backs side-by-side before I turned my head to peer over at his face, unsure what emotions were playing through his mind. I tried to recall how I had felt that first time, although I suspected it would be different with Brian for a lot of reasons. Not only was this the first time he had experienced sex with a man, he also was having to come to terms with being attracted to men in the first place. "Brian?" I whispered. "Are you okay?"

He turned his head to peer over at me, beads of sweat making his damp, thoroughly tousled hair stick to his forehead. I thought he looked sexy as hell. I watched him lick his lips as his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly – God, he was so gorgeous looking, even more so in his after-sex state! Finally, he found his voice to answer me.

"I…Wow," he whispered, his voice thick and raspy with emotion. "I had no idea…" He struggled to speak, sounding winded, as he peered intently into my eyes, almost making me feel like he could see right through me. "That made me feel…" He shook his head. "I don’t know how I feel right now. So many things…" As if sensing my need to be reassured, he added, "But it was fucking amazing."

I smiled in relief then, having been afraid for one, brief moment that he would say he regretted it. I shouldn’t have worried, though, because I could tell just by the look on his face, and the tone of his voice, that he had enjoyed it as much as I had. I nodded at him. "Yes, it was." I saw a look of hesitation on his face as I asked, "What? Tell me." It was important to me that I know what he was thinking, and how he felt.

He actually appeared embarrassed, a slight tinge of pink sprouting on his face. "It’s nothing, really," he mumbled," with a shake of his head. I lifted my eyebrows and stared back at him expectantly until he sighed. "Okay…I was just thinking how it would feel…" He inhaled a deep breath and let it out, his breathing finally becoming more regular. He shook his head again. "It’s nothing."

"Brian…" I could tell I would have to pull it out of him…and I think I knew what he was trying to say. At least I was fervently hoping. "Okay…maybe I can help. You want to know what it would feel like yourself…to be inside me." God, just the thought make my entire body thrum with anticipation. Brian’s majestic, long cock…deep inside me, sliding in and out. My heart began to pound anew at the thought as I admitted, "I want to know that, too."

His eyes grew wide as he replied, "You do?"

I smiled with a nod. "Hell, yes, I do," I confirmed as he smiled at me in relief. My smile faded slightly as I grew more serious. "But, Brian…" I watched in dismay as his fell face before I hastily added, "I’m ready whenever you are," I assured him. "But I don’t want you to do something that you’re not ready to do. If you want to wait until another time…" I so hoped there would BE another time, too; now that I knew what it felt like to be with this man in every sense of the word, I couldn’t wait to do it again and again. Brian was such a fascinating package – intellectually as well as physically. And his vulnerability and yes, even his innocence in a way, made it even more enthralling.

I held my breath as I watched him consider what I had just said before he whispered, "No. I’m ready, Justin. Now. Tonight. I don’t want to wait."

I smiled. "I was hoping you would say that."



Same Time – Brian’s Point of View

Had I just told Justin that I wanted to be inside him? To feel what he must have felt as we had sex? The thought both excited me and also petrified me. What we had just shared had been nothing like I had imagined it would be. No, it had been better…ten times better. No, make that a hundred. Holy shit. No wonder I had never really derived much pleasure from being with a woman! I thought I knew what having sex felt like, but now I knew how wrong I had been. Justin had to have been made just for me. Our bodies fit perfectly together, and it was all I could do to hold onto dear life as he fucked the shit out of me.
And his touches, his stroking of my body, his smell, and the way he kisses; it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and left me yearning for more. It left me wanting to take him, to be inside him, to own him. Impatience was so overrated.

"Brian?" I turned my head at the sound of Justin’s voice, realizing I had briefly zoned out. Now was the time if I was going to back out, but as much as it made me nervous, I was more excited than anxious. "Second thoughts?" he asked me as I shook my head, taking a moment to sweep my eyes down his slender, pale, flawless body. I could feel my cock stirring at the thought of what I was soon about to do as Justin silently reached next to him and retrieved another condom. He wordlessly handed it to me as I watched him take the lube and squirt some onto his fingers before he pressed them inside himself and moaned in reaction. Or was it me? I didn’t know. My God. All I knew was that I found it incredibly erotic watching him, and all I could think about was having my dick there instead. I couldn’t help my breath catching as he continued to work them inside his hole as I realized he was doing it for me.

Justin smiled at me. "You like that? You like watching me?"

I swallowed hard as my face grew warm, feeling like some guilty kid who had been caught sneaking a cookie before dinner. But I couldn’t look away; just knowing that my cock was about to replace those fingers made adrenalin rush through me. I finally nodded, unable to speak. I watched Justin slowly pull his fingers out before he reached for the lube and handed it to me. He glanced down, noticing I was already getting hard again.

Taking that as a cue to proceed, I twisted my body so that I was draped on top of him, taking advantage of our positions to steal a deep kiss from his warm, soft lips. I stared into his deep blue eyes, finding myself concerned that somehow I would disappoint him. What did I know about pleasuring another man, especially one that I cared about as deeply as I cared for him? But I knew I wanted to try; I had to try. I could almost taste it.

"Brian," he whispered to me as I refocused on his face. "I want you. Don’t worry."

I nodded, biting my lower lip as I rose up onto my knees and reached for the condom, tearing the top off with shaky hands and pulling it out as I moved to place it on my cock, only to have Justin grab my wrist. He shook his head as he whispered, "No…let me." His face reddened as I nodded, my cock hardening even more as he reached up and deftly slid it down my shaft, my body shuddering as his fingertips brushed against my skin. I moaned as he took the lube and slickened his fingers before stroking them up and down my cock, and I imagined plunging into his body. "Justin, stop," I pleaded, fearing I would totally embarrass myself by coming before I could even fuck him. Thankfully, he seemed to understand, offering me a slightly sheepish smile and a nod as I grasped his legs to raise them over my shoulders, leaning in to steal another kiss from him before lining myself up with his body. Holding on tightly to his thighs, I felt this emotional weight threatening to crush me as I stared into his face; a face that broadcast trust and encouragement.

"Brian, please," he whispered to me. "Move." It was a simple command, but enough for me to position myself and finally press just an inch or so into the narrow opening. And so narrow it was. I wasn’t sure what exactly I had been expecting, but I knew from how it had felt to me that the initial thrust would be uncomfortable. I heard Justin suck in a breath and gasp as I stopped. "No," he murmured quickly, his eyes darkening with lust. "I’m okay; keep going."

I took a deep breath and pushed in further, astounded by how incredibly tight he was, how his body surrounded my cock s greedily, how hot his skin felt against mine. "Ahhhh…Justin….God…" I moaned loudly, unable to stop the sound from escaping my lips. As he commanded me to move once more, I decided no words in the English language could exist for what I was feeling. But mind-numbing and explosive came to mind as, at last, I found myself fully embedded in that wondrous place known as Justin’s ass. We remained motionless for a few moments, our eyes locked on each other, as if both of us were in disbelief. I wasn’t sure if he was more astounded that I had actually gone through with fucking him, or – like me – if he was merely speechless over how it felt to be skin-to-skin with him. Somehow I knew that I would never feel this way with anyone else…and that the feelings that were rushing through my body at that moment threatened to overwhelm me. It was almost too much to handle as I gripped his legs tightly; so tightly that I knew in the morning his pale skin would show the evidence of it.

"Oh…Brian," he whispered my name almost reverently, breathless, his eyes deep and wide as they stared at me, the color of a dark blue sky. "Oh, God, you’re so…" He couldn’t get the words out, but instead apparently decided he preferred the direct approach. "Fuck me, Brian!" he demanded. He moaned as I slowly withdrew, and I found myself mesmerized by the look on his face. It was so intense, so focused…he was in full arousal mode as I pulled back a little more…only to ram my cock back inside with one fell swoop, making him gasp in reaction and flooding me with a sense of power as intense pleasure dominated me.

I slid back out and then back in, over and over again, as Justin’s hips snapped in time with my thrusts, much like mine had done with his earlier. I let out a grunt on each down thrust as he moaned, making my head swim. The sounds he was making were amazing – whimpers, gasps, and pants as our pace quickened. Our hands stroked everywhere we could reach, my grip on his legs starting to slip with our sweat-soaked bodies. I could feel my balls tightening, and my body crying out for release; anything to relieve the rush coursing through me, until finally I felt Justin clenching his muscles around my cock as his come spurted all over our bodies. The extra pressure on my cock and Justin’s cry of pleasure were enough to send me over the edge, also, as I erupted with a loud gasp into the condom, my entire body shuddering from my orgasmic high.

Justin’s legs fell away from my shoulders and dropped heavily down onto the mattress as I collapsed on top of him, his legs bent at the knees on either side of my body. I felt his hands lazily stroking my back as we lay there together, our bodies sticky and sweaty. It felt like fucking heaven. Finally, I slowly pulled out as I heard a soft hiss escape Justin’s lips and tied the condom off to join its mate in the trash. I flopped over onto my back, my lips slightly parted as I struggled to slow my breathing back down to a normal rhythm. I was presently too winded to even speak, and even if I could, I wasn’t sure just what I would say. Holy Shit. Justin and I just had sex; gay sex. Was this what I had expected would happen when he invited me here to dinner? Was this what I was hoping would happen? At that moment, I honestly didn’t know. This feeling – this intense emotion flooding through me – was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and for all my business acumen and intelligence when it came to advertising, this feeling – and this man – frankly scared the shit out of me. I had always been used to being in control; to knowing exactly what my goals were, and how to get there. I had acquired a fortune by doing that. But that had been business. That was something with measurable goals. This…this whatever it was with Justin; I felt like I was in freefall, and I couldn’t decide whether to cry out with joy, or run as far away as I possibly could.

I felt Justin reach over then and grasp my hand, linking our fingers together as I turned my head to peer over at him. His face was flushed, his lips were swollen from our deep kissing, and his hair was askew. His chest was still rising heavily up and down as he stared into my eyes. I felt even more undressed at that moment than I ever had before; it was almost as if he could see right through me. But I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful he was as he tentatively smiled at me. "You okay?" he whispered. "How do you feel?"

I felt my throat tighten over his concern. Just how did I feel? Physically, I felt like I had just walked through a bed of prickly pine; my ass was sore as hell, and my legs were aching from having been in such an awkward position while Justin had been fucking me. Mentally, that was much harder to analyze. But as he stared over at me with those luminous blue eyes, I felt my anxiety temporarily fade away as I replied, "I feel fine. Sore as hell…but fine."

He looked at me warily. "Just fine?"

I smiled sheepishly at him. "Okay…it was more than fine."

He blushed with a nod. "I’m glad," he whispered. I watched him rise from the bed, my eyes honing in on his amazing ass, as he walked into the bathroom and came out a couple minutes later with a wet, warm hand towel. Sitting down beside me on the bed, he proceeded to gently wash me off before doing the same to his own body, my eyes traveling everywhere his hands went. If I hadn’t felt so utterly drained of energy at the moment from what we had just done, I would have entertained the thought of the two of us experiencing our first shower together. For now, however, I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as he walked back to the bathroom to emerge a minute later. Walking over to the other side of his bed, he pulled the covers back and slid in beside me, turning on his side and bracing himself on his elbow to peer over at me. "You look tired," he commented with a slight grin. "Did I wear you out?"

I huffed, trying to sound indignant, but finding it difficult to deny. "I guess you did," I finally murmured. "I guess we both did," I couldn’t help pointing out, trying to keep the pride out of my voice. I saw his face redden in response, validating my impression. I could tell I wasn’t the only one who was tired.

"Will you stay?" he whispered to me then, a little bit of vulnerability present in his voice.

I hadn’t really thought that would be an option – I certainly didn’t pack some overnight bag in anticipation of it; why would I? But I could feel the weariness down to my bones, and Justin’s bed was so soft. And Justin was so soft – soft and warm, and his voice so captivating. I knew that Debbie – who had eventually taken a grudging liking to Mrs. Kinney and who was my dog sitter for the evening – would be bombarding me with some tough questions in the morning if I stayed. Some questions I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer. But all I had told her was that I was having dinner with a friend, and while it wouldn’t be the first time I had stayed out all night, this time it was totally different. Only she didn’t know that.

Finally, the desire to stay outweighed any awkwardness that might ensue the next morning as I nodded. "Yeah…I’ll stay." I saw his face break out into a pleased smile as he scooted over closer to me and laid his head on my chest, twisting his body so his legs tangled with mine as he placed his arm around my chest and snuggled up to me. I was astounded by how right it felt, and how the butterflies fluttered around inside my stomach, and how all these tender feelings rushed through me, as I slid my arm around his slender body and pulled him even closer. In no time at all – before I even knew it – both of us were fast asleep.


Next Morning – Dawn – Brian’s POV

I was the first one to awaken the next morning, my full bladder prompting me to half-alertness. The first thing I noticed were the unfamiliar surroundings as I peered around the room, followed quickly by the realization that a warm, soft body was plastered against me, followed by the soreness in my muscles and in my ass. It was then that what had happened last night came flooding back to me with startling clarity. I carefully disentangled myself from his embrace and slid out of bed, stopping to turn around and gaze at Justin. His paler skin practically glowed under the first rays of the sun shining through his bedroom window as he murmured something in his sleep before burrowing deeper into the mattress. I thought I heard a soft sigh escape his lips before I picked up my boxers to slide them and head into the attached bathroom. I splashed some water on my face before raising my head to stare into the mirror. My hair was sticking up in all directions, my lips were chapped, and my body was aching from head to toe like I had done several rounds with a prizefighter. I swallowed hard at the realization. My God. Had I done what I thought I had done? There really wasn’t any doubt, though. Yes. I had not only had a dinner date with another man, but we had kissed. And then he had fucked me. And I had fucked him. It scared me to death.

Groaning as I stretched backward to relieve some of the stiffness, I glanced back into the bedroom to confirm that Justin was still asleep before softly closing the door, deciding that a hot shower might make me feel better, and help me to clear my head. As the water sluiced down over my body a few minutes later, my doubts and insecurity began to rear their ugly head. Had I done the right thing last night? I could have just come over here for dinner like I had initially decided. That was all Justin had been anticipating when he had first brought it up – wasn’t it? Or had he been hoping there would be more that would come out of it? I know he wouldn’t be the type of man to push me into something if I wasn’t ready for it, and we had already bid each other good night at the door. I was the one who had refused to leave after he had shut the door. I was the one who had initiated the kiss, and who had virtually pushed my way back into his apartment. And I was the one who had pulled him into the bedroom. I had no doubt that Justin would have let me leave when I did without any pressure. No, it had all been me, and whatever consequences that resulted in it would be my doing.

Stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel to dry off, I rubbed my hand through my damp hair before pulling my briefs back on and quietly opening the door. Justin was still asleep; I could hear his soft, regular breathing, and see the slow rise and fall of his chest, easily discernible since the sheet was bunched up across his lower body. He was lying on his back now, one arm bent at the elbow and resting on the pillow above his head. His features were so relaxed in sleep, I noted, as I walked gingerly over closer to the bed and took a moment just to gaze down at him. God, he was so beautiful, and the feelings that washed over me simply as I looked at him made me breathless – and frightened – at the same time.

I had to have some time to think, to consider what the ramifications would be of what we had done last night. Was he going to think I was his boyfriend or something now after this one night? Would everyone somehow know what he and I had done? I knew he wouldn’t go around telling everyone about it. Or would he? How well did I really know Justin? Up until last night, all I knew was whatever he and I had discussed on that park bench. Yes, we had discussed a lot more last night – and I already knew from what we had talked about before that he was quite well-read and intelligent – but what did I really know about him other than that, and that he was an artist? A quite amazing one, too, from some of the sketches he had taken to showing me as we sat on the park bench all those mornings. His eyes positively lit up as he described his latest inspiration for one of his works, and his voice became so animated; it was clear that art was his passion in life, and I had to admire him for that. It was much like how I felt toward writing, except that I hadn’t had nearly enough time to indulge that whim; at least not yet. Perhaps one day.

I felt a sense of panic well up inside of me as I thought about what would happen when he did wake up. How would I handle it? Would it be awkward, now that we had had sex? And just what did last night mean, anyway? Was I bi? Had I been gay all along, and had just been deceiving myself all this time? I squeezed my eyes shut briefly before opening them again. All I knew was that I had to get out of here. I had to leave until I could figure out what in the hell I was doing.

I sat down on a stuffed chair next to Justin’s bed and grabbed my clothes from off the floor to begin dressing. I had just slipped into my shoes and stood up when a pair of blue eyes fluttered open and blinked sleepily at me.

"Are you leaving?" he whispered, rising on his elbows to get a better look at me. The quickly rising sun cast shadows on his shoulders and face, creating an interesting canvas of the artist himself.

I swallowed, trying frantically to think of how I should respond. I had never had any experience with this sort of thing before. What could I say? What should I say? I finally nodded. "Yes," I told him softly. "I have to get back to the penthouse. Debbie will wonder what happened to me."

He seemed to think about that for a few moments before he nodded. "Okay. I understand."

Did he, though? I know I sure didn’t the hell understand. What should I say now? Somehow ‘thank you, I had a great time’ seemed pretty much like a bunch of tripe. ‘Thanks for the fuck?’ No, that seemed a little flippant, too. I finally settled on, "I’ll see you at the park tomorrow."

Justin gazed over at me for another pregnant moment before he nodded once more. It seemed like he was about to pull the sheet away from his lower body before I held my hand up.

"It’s all right," I told him with a slight smile. "I'll see myself out." I hesitated before walking closer to him, our eyes locking on each other’s face as I leaned down and quickly pressed my lips to his, memories of last night quickly coursing through me. "See you tomorrow," I assured him as he nodded.

Feeling like a complete idiot now, I turned and headed out of the bedroom before I made an even bigger fool of myself.

Comments

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Such an action packed chapter... and I love the alternating POV's
Beautiful chapter my friend. Thank you so much for sharing it here.

[predec2.livejournal.com]

Thank YOU for reading and for the comments.:) BTW, I have posted 3 chapters of your story over on MW; not sure if you knew that, b/c there are new comments on there (unanswered), so I thought I'd let you know. I'll continue to post a chapter each day until it is done. Congrats on the good response! Hope you will post more on there. *Hugs* ~Kim

[rulisteningbj.livejournal.com]

Oh poor confused Brian. Don't run away.

Dee Dee

[predec2.livejournal.com]

Hi, Dee Dee - sorry for responding to your comments out of order; I did not put a notification to be told when someone commented on all the chapters, but I truly appreciate that. You know by now that Brian - while the intensity of his feelings toward Justin frightens him - won't be able to resist that blond. Thanks again for all the support and encouragement. Can't wait to meet you in May for Randy's play, and then for the con! *hugs* ~Kim

[urugwaj.livejournal.com]

Oh, ohhh! This one was incredible! So hot action! Actions! And confused Brian... Fantastic mix! As a bonus - all of this sounds somehow like rps 8-) I'm in my own, Qaf's heaven!

[predec2.livejournal.com]

Aww....thank you, my friend! I wasn't sure if this was what you had in mind, but so happy that you have been enjoying it! Thanks for letting me know. *Hugs* ~Kim

[7wildwaysup.livejournal.com]

I love how aggressive and shy Brian is, it's no wonder he's confused... But I have no doubt that he'll find he'd rather accept who he really is, than t let Justin slip away...

Hugs Sweetheart ~ Kathleen