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Brother's Keeper
by Vamphile
Four
Justin woke up and heard the familiar noises of the loft. The traffic on Tremont Street, the soft half wheeze of Brian still sleeping, the odd hiss the hot water heater sometimes made. He smiled and pulled the duvet around him a little more tightly.
New York was hectic, and invigorating and exciting. The loft was home. He was just closing his eyes again when he heard someone rummaging around in the kitchen. Brian's arm was now draped over his waist and his chest was pressed against Justin's back. His breathing was still even and shallow. Who the fuck was in the kitchen?
Then it all came back. The last few days, his little half-breed brother. He sat up and Brian rolled onto his stomach, his arm now flung across Justin’s thighs, his face nuzzling into Justin’s hip. He was still asleep.
Justin wanted to call out to Aaron. Ask him what the fuck he was doing but he didn’t want to wake Brian so he just sat and watched as Aaron made more of a mess than one would think possible while just getting cereal. He shook his head and gently removed Brian's arm.
He found a pair of sweatpants next to the bed and walked quietly towards the kitchen. Aaron’s back was to him, and his full focus seemed to be on his breakfast.
“It’s polite to ask.”
“Fuck off. I was hungry.”
Justin shrugged. “At least you found a use for the milk.”
Aaron gave him a confused look and then turned his attention back to his raisin bran.
“Finish up. I have to get you back to your mom.”
“I thought I didn’t have to be back 'til noon.”
“You have to be back BY noon. And I have other plans for the day.”
Aaron smirked and glanced towards the bed. “I’m sure you do.”
Justin walked away, heading towards the shower.
He got the water to the temperature he liked when he felt more than heard Brian step up behind him.
“You’re wearing my pants.”
“Did you want me to walk around half naked in front of my half-breed?”
“You probably shouldn’t call him that?”
“Why not.”
Justin turned around now, kicking the bathroom door closed and wrapping his arms around Brian. “I don’t fucking feel like being polite to the twat.”
“Your country club manners are slipping.”
“Like that kid would recognize manners.”
Brian backed Justin into the shower.
“Brian, I need to take my pants off.”
“They’re my pants, and I know. I was giving you some incentive.”
Brian ratcheted the hot water up a couple of notches and Justin yelped. “Fuck.”
“Okay.”
“Brian, you know I can’t stand the water this hot.”
Brian moved so that the spray was directly on him, shielding Justin from it. “Better?”
“No. You used to be a lot more considerate about it.”
“Yeah well I’ve gotten used to living alone again.”
Justin wanted to say something glib. He couldn’t think of anything.
Brian realized too late that Justin wasn’t in a joking mood. He put his finger under his chin and lifted it 'til their eyes met. “Kidding Justin. I’m not gonna get used to you being gone any time soon.”
“Fuck, that wasn’t any better. Now he was about to cry.”
“Justin, stop.”
“Brian this is a mess.”
“Well, we’re in the shower. It’s as good a place as any to clean up.”
“Not us. We’re… okay right?”
“More than okay.”
“But this thing with Aaron. What the fuck?”
“I know.”
“He has to go back to his mother.”
“No shit.”
“But she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s not gonna be able to handle my dad.”
“You don’t know that. I mean what do you really know about her and your dad other than the fact that they fucked about seventeen years ago.”
“It’s not about her. She may even be almost okay. My dad on the other hand.”
“Fuck your dad, he’s not worth worrying about. I thought we finished this argument years ago.”
“Brian, do you have any idea how far he’ll go to stop Aaron from being gay?”
“You can’t stop someone from being gay.”
“I know that, and you know that. Do you think my dad knows that?”
“Justin.”
“Brian. What if he does try to ‘cure’ him? Do you have any idea what that entails?”
“A little. I did some research.”
“When?”
“After you called me, before you got here.”
“You did?”
“Wanted to see what we were up against.”
“You and your fucking homework.”
“Yeah, it’s what keeps me on top.”
“I thought that was just cause I let you stay on top.”
“Like you have a choice.”
Justin was nuzzling Brian's neck now. “I have a choice. I choose for you to be on top.”
“Well, glad you made your decision. You’ll let me know if you change your mind?”
“Don’t I always?”
Brian's hands were moving down Justin's back, ostensibly to run the soap across his skin. Arguments could be made that this was NOT Brian’s primary purpose. “You do. Eloquently.”
I’ll drive him back, and be back in the loft by noon. I swear.”
“Better idea. I’ll drive him back, and be back in you by noon.”
Justin grunted as Brian drove into him hard and deep. “Okay” was the last actual discernable word Justin said for some time.
When they both came out of the bathroom. Justin grabbing the sheets to throw in the laundry with the soaking wet sweat pants he’d retrieved from the corner of the shower Aaron was smirking.
It’s not like they could pretend they had been doing something other than fucking. Brian’s hair was wet and spiky. He was wearing nothing but a towel. Justin was wrapped in the robe he still kept at the loft. He looked nothing if not freshly fucked. And the dark red mark at his throat, which even the robe didn’t cover, was another clear indication.
Brian pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt; amused that Aaron couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of him.
Justin noticed Aaron's gawking. He was less amused. Brian leaned in to kiss Justin before putting on his jacket. “Back by noon I swear.”
“Pick something up for lunch. I don’t wanna go out, and I damn sure don’t feel like cooking.”
Brian kissed him again. “Don’t spend the entire time making the bed. We’re just gonna unmake it as soon as I get back.”
“No shit.”
Justin smiled and Brian took Aaron by the arm. “Let’s go.”
Aaron tried to protest but Brian was no longer paying attention to him. He simply dragged him along like an aggravating accessory.
Justin did make the bed, but mostly because he liked to. Not in his apartment, there he couldn’t understand the need to carefully make a bed only to unmake it just to go back to sleep.
This bed was different. He loved the way the sheets smelled. (Like fabric softener and Brian.) He loved the way the bed looked so perfect and pristine when it was done right. And liked to keep that image in his head when he would get up to survey the rumpled hard used look it would have later.
His plane didn’t leave until one am. He and Brian could still salvage part of the weekend.
Once the bed was made and the laundry thrown into the dryer he paced for a few moments, and then gave in and called his mother.
“Hi mom.”
“Hey sweetie.”
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Justin remained silent waiting for his mother to drop the façade. Eventually he heard her sigh. “That’s what I thought.”
“I’m just trying to process this.”
“Did you know? I mean at all. I mean, about Alicia, not Aaron.”
“I knew. Not about Alicia but about other women. I didn’t know about anything LIKE Alicia.”
“He’s a bastard mom.”
“Your father or Aaron?”
“Craig. Aaron’s a bastard by circumstance. Dad’s a bastard by choice.”
“I know that. It doesn’t make it easier for me right now though.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You know that none of this is your fault.”
“Aaron seems to think a lot of it is.”
“Aaron’s a child. You thought you were responsible for your father and I getting a divorce.”
Justin had no response to that. Rationally, of course it was their decision. More likely his mom’s decision but having your father tell you point blank that the marriage ended when you came out. It’s not something you can rationalize away.
“Justin none of this is your fault.”
“I know. It’s not your fault either mom.”
“No, some of this is my fault. Your father wasn’t the only one in that marriage.”
“Apparently you guys weren’t the only two in the mix.”
“Justin.”
“Mom. This is insane. How the fuck did we get involved.”
“Your heart is too big.”
“Yeah and I’m sure you kicked Alicia to the curb the minute she brought you her sob story about her poor little lost boy.”
“So we’re both too nice for our own good.”
“I found him last night.”
“Found him?’
“Long story, he was getting cruised by some guy at a club.”
“Did you take him home?”
“He slept at the loft.”
Jennifer laughed.
“What?”
“Poor Brian.”
“Poor Brian? I have to drag the little half breed out of a club I normally wouldn’t be caught dead in, and put him up for the night and all you can think is ‘poor Brian?’”
“Well, at least there was a, um… there were…benefits to taking you in. I don’t think he really has it in him to handle another teenage Taylor drama queen.”
“Mom I can not believe you just said that.”
“Well, it’s true.”
“He slept on the couch. And he’s never coming back here again.”
“Justin, he knows were Brian lives. He’s met Brian. He’ll be back.”
“Not if Brian wants any of those… what did you call them, ‘benefits’ again.”
‘Justin, do you want him to kick him out? Leave him on the street?’
“Sure, why not? Aaron swears he can handle himself.”
“Justin.”
“I’ll talk to Debbie. Maybe she’ll be willing to put him up IF he shows up at the loft. He’s not staying here.”
Jenn was laughing loudly now. “You’re not really threatened are you?”
“Fuck no. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let him fuck with Brian’s head. You know how fucking protective he can get. Aaron will milk that for all it’s worth.”
“Like you did?”
“I did not!”
“Okay.”
“You know what mom? I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll talk to you later.”
Jenn hung up, still laughing and somehow realizing that while this sucked for her, it might be fun to watch. And although Justin wasn’t seeing it yet, the humor was definitely there.
Justin wasn’t seeing it yet.
Justin was fuming when Brian returned.
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Brian was putting food from the diner in the ‘fridge and hoping that Justin would calm down before he actually had to say something. He was not in the mood to deal with this family bullshit anymore this weekend.
He pulled out a bottle of water and casually brushed by Justin on the way to the sofa, bumping his shoulder against him. It didn’t work. Justin’s face remained grim. His body language stiff and Brian sighed inwardly. He wasn’t getting laid for a while.
“You made the bed.”
“Nothing else to do.”
Brian left the water on the table and poured himself a scotch instead.
“Great, get drunk. That’ll help.”
“Didn’t realize I was supposed to be helping.”
“My mom says he’s gonna come back here.”
Brian downed the drink in one gulp and poured himself another. “I can see why she might think that. I’m apparently some sort of magnet for wayward youth.”
“Fuck you.”
“That was the general plan, but you don’t seem to be in the mood.”
“Brian if he comes back here you has to send him away.”
“Okay.”
“You’d just send him out on the streets. What is wrong with you?”
Brian poured himself a third and sat down crossing his feet on the coffee table. “You told me to send him away. I was agreeing with you.”
“Brian do you know what can happen to a kid his age out there alone?”
“Yeah, we went over this last night.”
“Brian. You have to take him to Deb’s if he shows up here again.”
“Have you checked with Deb about that?”
“I will.”
“And what about the lack of security.”
“We could install an alarm at Deb’s house.”
“We? You mean I could. And then what? Deb and Carl live in a state of minimum lockdown because you have a half-breed who may or may not show up here?”
Justin flopped down next to Brian and took his drink from his hand, downing it quickly.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do.”
“Here’s a novel idea. Don’t do anything. He’s not your problem.”
“I know.”
“Then why the drama?”
“I’m making sure I don’t get out of practice?”
Brian chuckled at that and leaned over to kiss Justin’s temple. “I really don’t think we need to worry about that.”
“See, but if I don’t worry then no drama. No drama and I get rusty.”
“Yeah, I’d hate to see you lose your ability to queen out over nothing.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Brian refilled his glass for Justin. “Just relax. He’s got a mommy to look out for him. He’s got Deb to kick his ass. And he’s got a brother who’ll show him everything he’ll ever need to know about being a drama queen. The kid’ll be fine.”
“Brian?”
“Mmmmmm?”
“Can we stop talking about him? My brain is spinning.”
“I’ll bet I can make it stop.”
He took the glass from Justin's hand and put it on the table in front of them and then turned his full focus to the man beside him. Pushing him back against the sofa. “I’m glad you didn’t bother to get dressed.”
“Didn’t see the point.”
Brian was slowly untying the belt to Justin’s robe. Sliding the soft fabric strip out of the loops and letting the garment fall open. Justin’s eyes turned the exact shade of blue Brian was hoping for. His little half-breed was the last thing Justin was thinking about.
He lay his body over Justin's, pushing the boys arms up over his head. He was licking at Justin's neck now. Nipping at the sensitive area just behind his ear. Moving his mouth lower to the spot where his jaw line curved so perfectly.
Justin was moaning softly and didn’t realize for a moment that Brian had bound his wrists. He didn’t even bother to struggle. If Brian wanted to run this show…he’d let him. He was perfectly happy to relinquish control for a little while.
He started to think again about his brother and his father, and how his mother was really handling this.
“Justin.”
He looked at Brian who was saying his name in a demanding tone of voice. “Stop. Thinking.”
“I can’t there’s too much to…”
“Stop it.”
“Brian I…”
Brian swallowed Justin's words. Pushing his tongue into that hot wet sweet mouth that still tasted a little like toothpaste and a lot like scotch. “You’re thinking too loudly.”
“Brian.”
“No. Just stop.”
Justin tried but his head really was spinning. Aggravating thoughts and images popped unbidden behind his eyes. Aaron showing up at the loft, drunk, high, upset, or in any other condition that would cause Brian to resist pushing him back out the door.”
“Justin!”
“What?”
“Open your eyes.”
Brian could feel Justin slip away from him. He’d done it before. When he was over thinking an art project, or trying to make some decision that seemed life altering at the time. Brian knew what this was now. But he wanted the kid back. “Look at me.”
Their eyes met and Justin smiled. A genuine sunshine smile. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, I’m working here. Stay with me.”
Justin laughed at that. And Brian’s mouth began it’s torturous decent down Justin's body.
Justin didn’t close his eyes. Instead he relaxed against the bonds on his wrists. Let his body melt into the sofa, and into Brian’s touch. He loved this. Nothing else mattered right now.
Brian felt Justin let go. Felt his body relax. He didn’t stop. Didn’t change his pace. He simply smiled against Justin’s thighs as his tongue made small circles on the sensitive flesh. Justin was whimpering now. Moving his hips, trying to get Brian to pay more attention to his aching hard on. But Brian steadfastly refused to move any faster.
He left little nips along Justin's inner thighs, moving his tongue languidly down to tease the crack of his ass. Justin was moaning now and Brian lifted those pale thighs over his shoulders and parted his perfect cheeks.
“Brian.” It was a pleading sound.
Brian was not going to allow it to affect him. He continued to tell himself that as he felt his own hard cock tortured by the restriction of his jeans. But this wasn’t about him. Not yet anyway. This was about bringing Justin's head back to where it should be. On them. On sex. On being together for the next few hours. The next few hours were all they had for a while. And Brian resolutely pushed the thought of driving Justin back to the airport out of his head.
He took a wide swipe with his tongue along Justin's ass and heard him moan. “I love when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Moan like a whore. You’re so easy.”
“Brian…”
Brian smiled. Yeah, he’d pissed Justin off, and embarrassed him, but it didn’t stop him from moaning like that. And Brian would rather Justin be a little aggravated with him right now than thinking about anything else.
He worked his tongue into Justin's ass, fucking him with it and feeling Justin's body trying to buck into the thrusts. He held the boys thighs firmly, keeping himself in control of Justin’s body.
When he knew Justin was ready, more than ready… desperate even, he pulled away a bit.
He heard the whimper in the back of Justin's throat and watched as he bit his lip trying to be quiet. He leaned forward, unbuttoning his jeans, and freeing his own hard on. “Make all the noise you want. I love the way you sound when you want me.”
“Always want you” Justin panted.
“Good.”
Brian turned him over and Justin scrambled to his knees on the sofa, arching his back and spreading his legs wide.
“Christ you’re hot.”
“Need you Brian.”
“So fucking hot.” He ran his hands down Justin's back. Feather light touches that made him arch further, trying for more contact.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“NOW!”
“Demanding aren’t we?”
“Brian.”
Brian was teasing him, with his voice and his fingers. It was working. Justin's body quivered each time Brian's hands made the slightest contact.
He rolled a condom on and pressed against Justin's ass. He felt him press back.
“My hands Brian. Untie my hands.”
“Nope.”
“Brian.”
Justin tried to push back again but Brian refused to allow anything but the slightest contact between the head of his cock and Justin's ass.
His hands continued to slide along Justin's body. Flicking at his nipples and lightly stroking his leaking cock. “So wet.”
“For you Brian.”
“All for me?”
“All for you Brian. Please.”
Brian splayed his hands across Justin's chest and pulled him up towards him. Pale back flush against olive skinned chest. He bit down on Justin's shoulder while he pushed into him to the hilt and Justin moaned so loudly that he thought the kid might have come that quickly.
He slid his hand down to Justin's still hard cock. Justin’s hands, still bound, were braced against the arm of the sofa while Brian held his body tight to him and began moving inside him.
“Harder Brian.”
“So bossy today.
“Please.”
Brian pushed him back a little and pulled out, only to thrust in again, angling himself to hit Justin's prostate. Justin was incoherent now. Grunting and moaning, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
Brian's own noises blended with Justin's as he brought the boy to the edge, and then stopped. He heard him whimper, and rubbed the smooth skin above Justin's cock, letting him calm down before he began again.
Justin’s head was thrown back. He was keening as Brian mercilessly prodded his prostate until he was sure he was going to black out from the feeling… and just as he felt his orgasm start Brian would stop. He’d pull out completely, stroking his back, his sides, his hips. Whispering soft words that Justin didn’t have the brainpower to process at the moment.
All he could do was respond to the soft rumble of noise, the hot breath on his ear, the vibrations of Brian’s chest against his back.
He had no idea what Brian was saying. He had no idea what he was saying in return, only that he was begging, and he would beg. He would do whatever it took if Brian would just let him come.
His body was on fire. He was gasping for air, and Brian would push into him and he was sure that suddenly Brian had grown. He was ten feet tall, and his dick was surely splitting him in two, but it felt so good. His entire body enveloped by the sound, scent, feel, and touch of the man he loved.
Brian was inside him, and around him and he just let himself go completely.
Brian felt it. The moment Justin gave in completely to the feelings. He stopped begging, he stopped asking, he stopped even trying to maneuver his body. He simply moaned unintelligible syllables and let himself be lost to the control of Brian's hands, and mouth. He stroked him then, fucking him harder, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other as he leaned over and sucked on Justin's neck. “Come for me.”
He would have bet money Justin didn’t even know he’d basically just come on command. That his brain didn’t consciously process the words. But he felt him shoot. Felt his body contract and then seemingly explode. Felt his tight channel ripple around his dick as though trying to expel him, but Brian pushed back and continued to prod him with the head of his cock, as he rode out the aftershocks and came himself.
Justin collapsed then, face down on the sofa. Brian rolled just a little to the side, to avoid crushing him. His softening cock still inside him. He reached up and untied Justin's wrists.
Justin’s hands immediately reached backwards to stroke Brian’s face. His head turned for an awkward kiss. And Brian wrapped an arm around Justin's waist and let him turn a little onto his side. They lay like that. Brian still inside him, their heart rates returning to normal.
Justin would sleep now. He usually did after coming that hard. After being denied that long. And Brian was perfectly happy to just hold him, wet, sticky and sated, against him.
He kissed the back of Justin's head and listened to him breathe. This was exactly what he’d had planned for the weekend.
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