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Brother's Keeper
by Vamphile
Two
Justin woke up at around three thirsty. He headed towards the kitchen area for a bottle of water and cursed when he banged his shin on the futon. He cursed louder when he realized it was empty.
First he checked the bathroom but the door was unlocked the small room was empty. He sighed and grabbed a pair of jeans. Threw his feet into a pair of sneakers and pulled a sweatshirt over his head. Keys in hand he slammed the door shut and strode down the hallway, with no idea where he was headed.
He didn’t have to wonder for long. He found his newest relative pressed against the wall seemingly by some guy’s lips. Aaron's hands were moving seductively along the man…Justin looked closely… twinks chest. He was pushing off his shirt when Justin’s patience ran out.
“Break it up.”
Aaron didn’t have the decency to even look embarrassed. “What the fuck are you doing out here?”
Justin grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back towards his apartment. “That’s my line.”
He pushed the kid back onto the futon and locked the door, taking the key out of the deadbolt this time and shoving it into his pocket.
Justin was crawling back into bed, draining the beer he’d switched out his water for when Aaron appeared, leaning against the doorframe. “What the fuck was that about?”
Justin shook his head and gave an aggravated look. “Did you even know that guy?”
Aaron shrugged. “No, but we were getting to know each other.” Justin saw Aaron grin and wondered for a second if maybe this was Brian’s little brother and not his.
“Aaron, you can’t just go out in New York in the middle of the night and pick up some strange guy.”
“Um, not to argue the point, but I just did.”
“Okay, you can’t go out in New York in the middle of the night and pick up some strange guy while you’re staying with me.”
“Didn’t I just prove…”
“Aaron. No. Alright? I’m responsible for you until I get you back to Pittsburgh tomorrow and you can go without getting your di… without tric… without it for one night.”
“You have some aversion to the term tricking?”
“Not particularly, it just seemed creepy to talk about it with you. Besides, what about Joe?”
“Who?”
“The kid you were messing around with… The swimmer.”
“We were just messing around, we’re not like a couple.” Aaron rolled his eyes at his obvious disdain for the concept.
“So you don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Had one, but that gets messy and aggravating. I’d rather just find a decent guy, get laid, move on.”
“And you’ve never met Brian Kinney.”
“Who the fuck is this Brian guy you and your dad are so obsessed with?”
Justin chuckled. I’m not obsessed with him…neither is my dad.”
“But he’s your boyfriend, or was.”
“No, he’s um… he’s Brian.”
“Will I get to meet him?”
“No, now go to bed, it’s four am.”
“Yeah but I’m still wired.”
“Where did you go anyway?”
“Some after hours place I found listed online.”
Justin’s anger was building again. “You just went to some random club you found listed online?”
“Yeah.”
“Christ you have a fake ID?”
“Don’t need one. Once I’m in mostly guys buy me drinks.”
Justin scrubbed at his forehead with his palm. He was debating how many questions he wanted to ask. How much he wanted to actually know. “How do you get in though?”
Aaron smiled at him and he knew the answer. Fucking bouncers and their blowjob is just as good as an ID policy. “Aaron, you’re gonna end up hurt.”
“I didn’t come here to get lectured.”
“No, you came here ‘cause you had no where else to go.”
The smug look on Aaron's face disappeared for a moment, but he recovered quickly. “You gonna tell me you’ve never…”
“I’m not gonna tell you anything. Go to bed. I’ve got shit to do tomorrow before we head to the airport and you are not helping.”
“I thought you were supposed to be helping me.”
“I’m gonna help you out the window in a minute.”
Aaron sighed. “Fine, but you know, I thought you’d be fun.”
“Yeah well I’m not.”
Justin flopped his head back on his pillow and pulled the duvet over himself trying to ignore everything he’d learned about Aaron in the last half hour.
Eventually he heard Aaron settle down and if not sleep, at least keep still. He left his bedroom door open the rest of the night.
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Justin was still grumpy when he crawled out of bed at ten the next morning. He was relieved to see Aaron still in bed. He looked so fucking innocent when he was asleep…but then again, Brian looked peaceful calm and beautiful when he slept. Justin knew that looks could be extraordinarily deceiving. Hell, he’d gotten by a lot on his “angelic” look… and fuck if he didn’t hate most people most of the time.
He was finishing his cereal when Aaron started to stir. It was already noon. He’d called and reamed out the gallery for giving out his home address, he’d packed a bag for the weekend, and was about to start stretching a canvas when he realized that there was little room to do that with the futon open…he’d probably end up banging Aaron in the head. Not that the little shit didn’t deserve it.
Instead he pulled out his sketchbook and started to outline something he’d been thinking about.
By the time Aaron had showered and poured himself a bowl of cereal as if he had lived there for years it was after one.
“Hurry up, we’ve got to leave in half an hour to get to the airport.”
“Why so early, couldn’t we stay in town this weekend. I’ll go back Monday I swear.”
“No.”
“But…”
“No. After that stunt you pulled last night, I’m not even sure it’s safe to take you out of the apartment.”
“I went out, no biggie.”
“You went out tricking…you’re sixteen. You’re in New York City. You don’t know anyone and you came home wasted. Biggie.”
Aaron pouted and Justin wondered if his pout was just better or if he was simply immune to the tactic because all it made him want to do was smack the kid upside the head.
“Christ, I’m turning into Debbie.”
“Who’s Debbie?”
“If you don’t play your cards right she’s gonna be your second mother. Now get your shit together, we’ve gotta go.”
They were both carrying their bags and Justin checked once again to make sure he had his flight info, his cell phone, his wallet, and that he’d locked the door. Aaron was obviously getting impatient. When they made it to the street he started to hail a cab.
Justin put a hand on his arm “what the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting a cab.”
“To the airport? That’s like a hundred bucks. We’re taking the subway.”
Aaron made a face and Justin ignored it and dragged the kid with him. Aaron pouted the entire trip, which included three train changes a bus and then a shuttle to the actual gate. He was even more aggravated when he found out that Justin had a first class seat and he was back in coach.
“That’s not fair.”
“Yeah well, sugardaddyclubfreakchildmolesters have their uses.”
Once he was sure Aaron was safely on the plane and not getting off he settled back in his seat and just relaxed. Two hours from now Aaron would be handed off to Alicia or Michael and Ben, or whoeverthefuck and he’d be at the loft, naked, with Brian.
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The plane landed and Justin got off first, he didn’t want to risk Aaron making a run for it. He was relieved to see his mother, and a dark haired woman he assumed to be Alicia at the gate. He had his hand around Aaron's wrist to ensure his presence at the happy little reunion.
He hugged his mother and formal introductions were made. Aaron and Alicia moved off to the side, obviously in heated debate about something. Justin looked at his mother questioningly. “She still want to deprogram him?”
Jennifer let out a long breath. “She thinks it’s the influence of some kid in school.”
“Joey.”
“Yes.”
“Well, we know it isn’t.”
“No.”
“So?”
“So what Justin. I’m supposed to help with your fathers bastard child?”
“Mom.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just… having some issues processing this.”
“You and me both. He’s a terror.”
“And you were such a good kid.”
“Mom.”
“Justin, we can’t fix this, if his mother thinks this is right, she has to try.”
“Mom I can’t believe you’re saying this. Do you know what happens at those places.”
“She’s his mother Justin. We can’t override what she wants to do.”
Justin felt very familiar very good arms slide around his waist from behind. “Listen to your mother Justin. She’s a smart woman.”
A chill went down his spine from the soft sound of Brian's words and the warm breath on his ear. He turned around and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Brian was smiling too and Jennifer stepped away, giving them the illusion of privacy. They didn’t care about privacy. Brian's mouth was covering his and Jennifer chuckled a little and shook her head. Yeah, she’d gotten used to Brian.
Alicia and Aaron on the other hand seemed to be frozen in place. Neither could stop staring at the rather heated reunion kiss.
“Hi” Brian repeated.
Justin laughed and leaned his head against Brian's chest for a second. “I’ve gotta finish this and then we’ll go okay?”
Brian pushed him away gently. “Do it fast.”
“Trust me, I want out of here as badly as you do.”
Brian cocked an eyebrow and said nothing as Justin walked towards the slowly recovering pair.
“Is that Brian?” Aaron asked.
Justin smiled “yeah, that’s the sugardaddyclubfreak… gross old man.”
“He’s hot.”
“Yeah. So Aaron what’s the deal?”
Aaron frowned. “The deal?”
“Where do you want to stay, with your mom or Ben and Michael?”
“He can’t stay with me. And he’s not going with two…”
“Gay men?” Justin finished for her.
Alicia crossed her arms across her chest. “He’s going away for a little bit.”
“Mom, there’s no way I’m going to that place, it’s probably full of old guys who just say they can change you so they can get their disgusting hands on little boys.”
Brian was standing next to Justin again. “Problem Sunshine?”
“Alicia still wants him deprogrammed.”
“It’s not deprogramming. It’s showing him the way of the lord. He’s lost his way.” She held out the brochure to Justin. Brian read it over his shoulder.
“The artworks for shit, did bob and Brad do this?”
Brian laughed. “No but Christ do they need a new marketing team.”
“So we take him to Michael and Ben’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Aaron, we’re gonna take you to a friends house, just for the weekend. Alicia, you can call the police if you want. I recommend calling detective Horvath. he’s a good friend of ours. Or you might want to call Mayor Deacons, he’s a good friend of Brian's as well isn’t he?” Justin looked up at Brian.
“Well, as one of the influential board members of Concerned Citizens for the Truth…yeah, I’ve got his ear.”
Alicia opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. “He’ll be safe Alicia.” Jennifer cut in.
And you can see him; we’ll all have lunch tomorrow. Just give it some time.
Alicia wanted to say more but she knew when she’d been out maneuvered and overmatched. She simply said, “I want to meet this Michael and Ben.”
Jennifer nodded. “We’ll all go.”
“Actually Brian and I were…”
Jennifer cut him short with a look. “We’ll all go.”
Brian and Justin looked at each other, back at Jennifer and then back at one another. Eventually they nodded their agreement.
“I’m going with them.” Aaron said as they all headed to the parking garage.
“You’re coming with me.” Alicia said.
“Actually Alicia, why don’t we let the boys take him. Then you and I can talk.”
“Can’t take him Jennifer. No back seat.”
Jennifer sighed but realized Brian was right. “We’ll see you two there…I’ll follow you.”
Justin and Brian both sighed. Jennifer knew them too well.
Once in the car they kissed again, a little more hungrily. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“This shouldn’t take long.”
“This shouldn’t take any time at all.”
“Brian, we can’t send him to that place.”
“We’re not his mother is. And you know Carl can’t do shit if we actually kidnap your little half brother.”
“I know, but Alicia doesn’t know that.”
“Mayor Deacons isn’t exactly my best friend.”
“Again, does Alicia know that?”
“So you’re just playing her?”
“I learned from the master.”
“Brian grunted. “You know, you’re going to pay for this.”
“Promises promises.”
“And I’m not going to lunch tomorrow.”
“Yes you are.”
Brian sighed and lit two cigarettes, handing one to Justin. “Think your mom would notice if we just pulled over at that lovely rest stop and…”
“Yes.”
“Think your mom is watching to make sure your head stays above the headrest?”
“Yes.” Justin laughed. “Brian I swear to you, you will get to fuck me before today is over.”
“You know, it’s five o’clock. We’re already running a half hour behind.”
“I know. You think this is what I had planned for our lost weekend?”
“What did you have planned?”
“If I tell you now we’ll never make it to Michael’s.”
“That good huh?”
Brian's hand had moved to Justin's thigh and was stroking him slowly and teasingly.
Justin shifted in the seat. “My mother, my half brother, and his mother are in the car directly behind us.”
“Your point?”
“Nothing, I’m just saying it out loud so I don’t grab the steering wheel and pull the car over myself.”
Brian laughed. “So what do you know about your half brother?”
“He’s a slut.”
Brian lifted his eyebrow at that. “A Taylor twink slut…does Craig know that’s what he’s passed on to his boys?”
“Well, it makes sense. Apparently Craig can’t keep his dick in his pants either. Christ, this is probably killing my mother.”
“She seems okay with it.”
“Yeah, she’s a good WASP that way.”
“You think there are any more?”
“More?”
Brian shrugged. “Who knows how many half siblings you have running around? Apparently daddy was a traveling man.”
“Brian, do you want to fuck me?”
“Do I need to answer that?”
“Then shut up about a) my father having sex with anyone and b) the possibility that there are more demon spawn running around Pittsburgh.”
“Demon spawn… is Andy really that bad?”
“It’s Aaron and yes.”
Justin then launched into a monologue outlining the events of the last evening. His face was red, his hands gesturing wildly.
Brian laughed. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with getting your needs met.”
“He’s sixteen Brian. He snuck out to some club and blew the fucking bouncer to get in. He let guys buy him drinks and dragged some poor little Twinkie trick back to my place.”
“So far I like him.”
“Brian.”
“What, he’s gay, he’s figured out how to work the system. Are you just jealous that he did it faster than you?”
“Pfft, like I ever had to blow a bouncer.”
“No, you used Vic’s members card until I bought you your very own fake ID.”
“But I never blew a bouncer.”
“Yes, you’re morally superior. I agree.”
“He thinks you’re old and gross.”
“He thinks I’m hot. He said so.”
“Well, yeah, but he thought you were old and gross before he met you.”
“He’s met me now, the old gross thought pattern is gone for good.”
“You know I’ll kill you if you fuck him.”
“What do I want with some stupid kid who doesn’t know shit?”
“Justin laughed. I never did figure out the answer to that one.”
“I’ve told you already, astounding blow jobs.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. I forget sometimes, you only keep me around for the sex.”
“Yeah, I keep you around… except I can’t help but notice that I dropped the ball somewhere on that one.”
“Stop it.”
“Things okay in New York?”
“Yeah, I told you they were.”
“You should have moved to a building with a doorman.”
“Because I can afford that.”
“I would have helped.”
“I thought we made an agreement about this weekend. No tired arguments, only new ones.”
“You broke the rules for this weekend. You told your mother you were coming.”
“What fucking choice did I have? Am I supposed to just let the kid live with me?”
“Hell no. Not if he’s gonna be blowing bouncers. That’s just not the kind of person I want you associating with.”
Justin smacked Brian's arm. “Fuck you.”
“Promises promises.”
“We’ll be at the loft by seven I swear.”
Justin kissed Brian rather chastely before they got out of the car and waited while Jenn, Alicia and Aaron joined them at the door. They were greeted by both Michael and Ben.
More introductions. Alicia's clear distaste for the situation and Aaron’s petulant attitude made the entire situation rather uncomfortable but eventually it was agreed that the inflatable mattress could go in JR’s room and Aaron could spend the weekend with them.
Hunter would be home in a couple hours and they hoped the boys would have something in common. No one held out much hope but Aaron grudgingly agreed to stay for a couple of days until his mother and Craig could come to some sort of rational decision.
Justin pulled Ben aside before they left. “He’s gonna try and sneak out. He did last night. Just… I don’t know… don’t let him leave.”
“Where’s he gonna go? He’s only sixteen.”
“Ben, he’s already made ‘friends’ with the bouncers at Popperz, and Boytoy, so god only knows where else he can get in. The kids stupid and… stupid.”
Ben laughed. “Justin, he’ll be fine.”
“And just, I don’t know…don’t let Craig near him.”
“Is that an issue?”
“I don’t think so but… just look out for him for a couple of days okay?”
“No problem.”
Justin doubted that. He kissed his mother goodbye, confirming lunch with the entire motley crew currently assembled. Brian tried to beg off but a quick glance from Justin, a pout from Michael and an unnervingly disapproving look from Jenn made him think twice about trying too hard. Finally Justin and Brian were back in the ‘vette and headed to the loft.
They talked about the new work Justin was starting and the new client Brian was wooing, and the things they were going to do to each other once they were in bed until they finally were.
Brian was flat on his back, still fully clothed and Justin was straddling him, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve missed you.”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Well, no one drinks the milk, and I keep forgetting not to buy it.”
“Great, it took me years to get you to remember to buy it and now you’re gonna forget again.”
“Mmmmmm” was all Brian said as Justin's mouth followed his fingers as they pushed Brian's shirt off of his chest.
“You’ve been working out more.”
“Kills time.”
“You taste good.”
“That’s that new soap.”
“No, it’s you.”
“I think you just forgot what a real man tastes like.”
Justin started laughing then and the mood was lost. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What?”
Justin was laughing too hard to even repeat it. Instead he rolled off of Brian and lay on his back, his arms out to his sides, laughing 'til tears came.
Brian was less than amused by this turn of events.
“Justin, pull yourself together.”
Justin tried but the only thing that eventually stopped the hysterical laughter that was a result of the ridiculous amount of bullshit he’d had to process in the last two days was the feel of Brian’s body, naked now, and pressed against his. Brian was laying over him, tugging at his shirt. Justin arched his back to assist in its removal.
Brian's fingers were on his jeans next, unbuttoning them. Unzipping them none too slowly, and when Justin raised his ass to allow them to slide over his hips to his ankles he heard Brian groan. His smile was no longer a precursor to hysterical laughter. He kicked his jeans off and felt wet heat of Brian’s cock through his cotton briefs.
“Why the fuck are you wearing underwear?”
Justin shivered at the vibrations of Brian's voice against his ear. “I was bringing my stupid little half-breed back to his mother.
Brian growled and bit at Justin's earlobe as his hands slid under the waistband and kneaded his ass. “They need to come off.”
Justin moved his hands to meet Brian's and they worked together to remove the offending garment. Once it was tossed aside Brian rolled Justin onto his stomach. His mouth was working down his back slowly. His tongue flicking, his teeth scratching at the sensitive skin.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
Justin couldn’t put two words together. He groaned instead and moved his knees higher, pushing his ass further in the air, giving Brian better access. He let his face fall into the pillow and his body relax into Brian's touch. He let his mind go blank to everything but this. Being back in their bed, being back in their rhythm. Being back.
Brian's mouth was doing amazing things to him but Justin’s patience was at an end.
“Brian, I need you inside me.”
“Patience.”
“Fuck patience, and fuck me!”
Brian let out a low chuckle and pushed inside Justin. He draped his body over Justin's smaller frame and began fucking him, hard and fast, and Justin met him stroke for stroke. There was no sound then, just their bodies moving together. Their breathing harsh and rapid.
Justin was lost to everything and he couldn’t be more sure he was right where he was supposed to be then when Brian lifted his body off of him and pulled out completely only to thrust in again to the hilt. Brian’s hands ran up his torso and stopped when he was holding his hair in his fist, riding him hard.
Justin moaned then, and felt the heat like a chemical reaction spreading through his veins. Better than pot, better than E better than anything was being completely and totally controlled by Brian's body, and the urgency of his desire.
He felt his orgasm start and wanted to scream NOT YET…he wanted more, wanted this to last longer. He needn’t have worried.
He came and Brian followed a few strokes later. And when they were both laying sweaty and smiling, sharing a cigarette he nuzzled into Brian's neck. “I really needed that.”
Brian chuckled and ran his free hand along his back and began a soft slow teasing caress of his ass.
The second fuck was always more gentle, slower. The urgency dissipated somewhat and left a languid but still palpable need.
He was still resting his head on Brian's shoulder when he felt him put out his cigarette and lean in towards his mouth, pulling his head back by his hair.
Justin kissed him then, slowly. His tongue sliding inside Brian's mouth and tasting that familiar minty flavor of his gum, tinged with fresh cigarette smoke and he sighed into him.
When he rolled onto his side and Brian pulled him closer, pushing his sheathed cock back into him Justin melted. He felt Brian pulling at his thigh, gently draping his leg backwards over Brian's and then his strong hand settle on his hip. Justin closed his eyes and felt as if the weight of the world had been brushed off of him by Brian's gentle touch.
The heat of Brian's breath on his ear combined with the heat of Brian's body against him, inside him, around him. He let himself float.
He knew he came, he remembered that…but not much else as he drifted off to sleep.
Almost an hour later he opened his eyes. Brian was sitting up in bed, cutting pieces of an apple. He offered one to him. Justin took it and chewed slowly.
“Where’d you go?”
“Me?”
“You kind of drifted off there at the end.”
Justin blushed. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Yeah what with tracking down your wayward sibling.” He offered another slice and Justin took it.
“We should do something about real food. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“Ten bucks says you want me to call in the order.”
“How do you know I don’t want to go out?”
Brian smirked. “I think the fact that you can’t find the energy to sit up and are dripping apple juice on the pillow makes that clear.”
Justin started to sit up but Brian put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. “You’re tired… rest. Mexican okay?”
Justin wrinkled his nose.
“Italian?”
“I want a tuna hoagie with extra sweet peppers, no oregano.”
Brian shrugged and made the call. He was standing in front of the ‘fridge now. “Beer water or milk?”
“Milk?”
“I told you, I keep forgetting not to buy it.”
“Beer.”
Brian joined Justin again on the bed, opening his beer and handing it to him. Then opened his own and put the bottle of water on the nightstand.
Justin was sitting up and leaning against Brian. “I’m really sorry.”
“About what?”
“Falling asleep.”
“You didn’t fall asleep, you passed out, I’m just that good.”
“You are that good.”
He leaned up and met Brian's lips for a long beer flavored kiss before he turned back to stare at the view he missed most in all of Pittsburgh. The view of the loft from the bed. “I forgot how nice this place is.”
“That’s what happens when you live in a slum.”
“Brian, it’s not a slum, it’s just not um…gentrified yet. But look, I’m a fag and I’m living there, so according to all real estate guides, it should be an up and coming area any day now.”
Brian clinked his bottle against Justin's. “To your up and coming-ness.”
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