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Brother's Keeper
by Vamphile
Eleven
Craig took in the domestic scene and felt sick to his stomach. Fucking Kinney and his fucking snake oil charm. And Alicia sitting there smiling at the two of them together. And exposing Aaron to this crap. He was livid.
Brian responded to him first and stood up. “I can call the cops or you can leave.”
“I’m not leaving.”
He pulled out his phone.
“What are you gonna do, have me arrested for standing here? This isn’t your home. You can’t do a damn thing.”
“I can dad.”
Craig stared at Justin, saw the bruise on his jaw and felt some sort of pride in it, until he remembered his own eye. “You gonna hit me again?”
He saw Justin’s unconcerned look. “There’s a restraining order. You’re breaking it.”
“Bullshit.”
“Believe what you want.”
Brian was holding the phone still not dialing anything. Craig knew he was bluffing.
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Brian moved, putting his body between Craig and Justin. “Get the fuck out.”
“Fuck off Kinney this is between my self and my sons.”
“No right now I’m between you and your sons.”
Craig tried to shoulder past him and Brian pushed back a little.
“Brian.” Justin’s tone was warning.
“Seems he doesn’t want you taking out your aggressions on his old man.”
Brian grabbed Craig's arm then. “Outside.”
“Fuck you I’m not…” Brian’s arm was like steel. He looked skinny, didn’t seem so tough. Fuck he was just some faggot but Craig was being pulled forcefully. He caught himself before he stumbled and followed Brian out the door.
Justin was following… Alicia was holding Aaron back. “Mom, I want to see this.”
“I don’t think this is about you anymore.”
“Duh, but c’mon Brian’s gonna kill him.”
Alicia shook her head slowly… he might but I’d prefer you not see that either.
Aaron turned to go back to his video game when Alicia asked him to give her a hand cleaning up. He turned to complain but saw the look on his mothers face, noticed the slight shaking in her hands as she smoothed down her ponytail. He nodded and took the plates from the table to the sink.
Craig and Brian were standing glaring, each sizing the other up. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t think of a damn thing that would stop this. He tried anyway.
“Brian. I’ll call the cops. Let it go.”
“Fuck that.”
Craig laughed. You think you’re gonna take me Kinney. You think you’re gonna show what a big man you are? You’re just a faggot. I know it. You know it. Justin sure as hell knows it.
Justin was shaking his head. He wanted to call the police. He also kind of wanted to see Brian prove his father so very very wrong.
Brian’s hands were balled into fists and Craig was laughing. “You’re both such fucking useless goddamned queers. Won’t make a move, won’t call the cops. Jesus.”
Justin heard Brian say something under his breath. It sounded like an apology. And then he moved. Fast, graceful, forceful and deadly.
Justin’s baby tiger metaphor was accurate except for one thing. When it came to protecting those he loved. He was more like a full grown wild animal. Craig was on the ground and Brian’s fist made solid contact with his jaw. Twice.
Justin heard the sickening thud and crunch of skin against skin, muscle pounding into bone. Bone shattering. Brian had probably just broken a knuckle or two on Craig's jaw.
Justin was far more concerned about Brian’s knuckles right now. Craig's jaw…and the rest of him could go to hell.
“Brian!” Justin yelled before he took another swing.
Brian stopped mid punch to look up. “Stop okay. Just…. stop.”
Brian stood up. And Craig struggled to his feet as well. “I ought to call the cops on you.”
“Good plan Craig. You’re still in violation of the restraining order… don’t think you’re gonna win that one.”
“You fucking little fa…”
Justin stood between the two and too late realized that this particular tactic only worked when both parties were willing to avoid hurting the person in the middle. Craig didn’t qualify. Brian realized it too because he pulled Justin behind him quickly before Craig could contemplate hurting him again. “We’ll see you in court, Mr. Taylor.” Brian smiled.
Craig stormed off, blood from his split lip dripping down his shirt and an ache in his jaw. He moved his tongue to a particularly painful spot and realized the fucker had cracked one of his teeth. “I’ll be sending you the dental bill Kinney.”
Brian laughed and Craig considered turning around and finishing what he’d started. It would be hours before he was thinking clearly and realized that Kinney had both started and finished the entire interaction.
This morning he didn’t think it was possible to resent Kinney more. He was wrong.
When Alicia heard a car door slam and a motor start she peeked out the window to see Brian and Justin standing together. They were obviously deep in conversation. She let them be.
“That was stupid.”
“No it wasn’t” Brian outlined Justin's bruise with a gentle finger.
“He’s just getting angrier.”
“But he didn’t touch you… or Aaron. Or Alicia.”
“But he’s not done.”
“Probably not. But he’s not getting near you again.”
“Brian. I’m old enough to fight my own battles.”
“I know that, but seriously Justin. Putting yourself between us. He wouldn’t have thought twice about flattening you to get to me.”
“Yeah, that was stupid.”
“You gotta stop this bullshit.”
“I know.”
“So you’re done thinking that all he needs is some education love and understanding?”
“I think so.”
“You’re done letting yourself be alone in a room with him?”
“Yeah. Wasn’t big on that anyway. Really only one guy I like to be alone in a room with.”
“Yeah, who’s that?”
“Oh some sugardaddyclubfreakchildmolester I met when I was like twelve.”
“He sounds hot.”
“He is.”
“Go say goodbye to Aaron and Alicia. And remind Aaron that we’re taking him out tomorrow.”
“You’re going with us?”
“You think I’m letting you get hit on by guys who still think you’re some dumb blonde twink?”
“Yeah, you are. Then you can just watch them drool when you take me home.”
“Go be polite. I’ll be in the car.”
Justin smiled and said his goodbyes quickly, reminding Aaron about their overnight visit the next day. Aaron's face broke into a broad grin and Justin worried just a little more about what he’d gotten himself into.
Brian was already halfway through is cigarette when Justin climbed in.
He was driving quickly.
“Have I said thank you?”
“For what?”
“Tonight.”
“I don’t know. Have I mentioned I really hate Craig?”
“I’m pretty sure. How’s your hand?”
“Fine.”
“Let me see.”
Brian threw the last of the cigarette out the window and held the steering wheel with one hand letting Justin turn on the interior light and inspect the other.
Justin wiggled one of his fingers from the first knuckle and he winced. “Let’s go get this x-rayed.”
“Yeah, cause that’s what you did. Went straight to the hospital.”
“Brian I think you broke your hand.”
“Your dad’s hard headed.”
“Brian.”
“If it still hurts tomorrow I’ll look into it.”
Justin opened his mouth to say something and Brian leaned over to kiss him. “Shut up and don’t be more of a hypocrite.”
“But…”
“I said shut up.”
Justin didn’t say another word about his hand. He didn’t say another word for most of the ride home.
It was all such a fucking mess. This time last week he’d be looking forward to seeing Brian, get a little lost weekend time in and then going back to New York to work. Now he was bruised and sore. Brian’s hand was getting more swollen by the second, he had a court date in a month and on top of all that, he had a little slut half-breed who seemed intent on driving him and his father insane.
Brian watched Justin brood. He wasn’t very good at it. No matter how hard he tried to be expressionless, he just never seemed able to pull it off. His face broadcast his thoughts clearly.
“Aaron’s gonna be fine. You will get back to New York. Your dad’s not coming near you. And the court date will probably get pushed back a couple times. It’s not as bad as you think.”
Justin looked up surprised. “I need to learn to brood better.”
“No, I like it this way.”
“Why?”
“Saves me having to nag you into telling me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m that transparent?”
“Only to me. Well, and your mother. And Emmett, and Debbie, and Michael and Ben, and anyone who knows you.”
“Great. I need a whole new set of friends.”
“What about what’s his name, the kid you were hanging out with in New York?”
“Kid? Brian he’s older than I am.”
“By a year, which still makes him a kid.”
“What does that make me?”
“Jailbait?”
“Fuck you.”
“Later. I’m driving. But what about, um… Max?”
Justin laughed “Matt. You know you’re not bad at names why do you do that?”
“I’m terrible with names. I can only remember yours about half the time.”
“Well, as long as it’s the important half.”
“There’s an important half?”
“Yeah, when I’m not around. Then you better not fucking forget my name. When I’m here, you can just call me princess, sunshine or twat…that’s what you do anyway.”
“Like you let me forget you when you’re not here.”
“I’m not the one who calls three times a day.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Brian. I’d call, but every time I think, hmmm, I’ll call Brian… the phone rings and guess what…it’s you.”
“Sometimes I need to tell you stuff.”
“Sometimes you need to hear my voice.”
“Only so I can tell you stuff.”
“Like what?”
Brian pulled the car into a parking space. “Why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll show you.”
“After we put ice on your hand.”
“Kinky.”
“Brian it’s already swollen. You can’t walk around and meet with clients looking like you just finished a bar fight.”
“Says the battered wife.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, I’m just adjusting to your pretty new bruise.”
“It’s a day old, you should be used to it by now.”
Brian pulled open the loft door, shut it and set the alarm. “Not something I want to get used to.”
“Yeah me either.” Justin was opening the pill bottle in his bag. “Want one?”
“I’ve got my own brand of pain management.”
Justin shrugged and moved towards the kitchen to get himself some water and an icepack for Brian.
Brian stood behind him and also got the gray goose out of the freezer. Justin watched as he swallowed something with the vodka. “You probably shouldn’t be mixing that with alcohol.”
“Like you taking those things with Beam?” Brian motioned towards the bottle Justin had left on the counter.
“We’re both fucking hypocrites.”
Brian was trying to roll a joint. “Fuck, my hand’s not up for this.”
“Here, put ice on it, I’ll roll.”
“You can’t roll for shit.”
“I’ve learned a thing or two since I’ve been gone.”
Brian watched fascinated. “You did get better at that.”
“Well, duh, I couldn’t just keep buying screens.”
Justin lit and took the first papery inhale. He took a second hit and then passed it to Brian who took it with his left hand, his right wrapped in a towel covering the ice pack.
“We’re quite the pair huh?”
“Your dad really needs to be killed.”
Justin growled. “Can we have one conversation that doesn’t go in circles?”
“Apparently not.”
Justin lay himself across the sofa. “Yes, he needs to die. No, I’m not giving you permission to kill him. Yes, that included hiring someone else to do the work. No, I don’t care if the guy is an old trick just doing you a favor. No. I won’t go near him again. Yes I’m sure I’m fine.
Did I miss anything?”
Brian was getting drunk, the meds were kicking in and the pot was pretty strong. He laughed. “I think you covered all your bases there Sunshine.”
“What’s my name?”
Brian gave him an odd look “Justin.”
Okay, just making sure you remembered it. You can call me Sunshine again.
Brian stubbed out the last of the joint and took a final large swallow of his vodka, putting the bottle back in the freezer.
He moved his hand with the ice behind him. “Think I can fuck you with one hand tied behind my back?”
“I’ve got a better idea.”
Justin walked towards the bedroom and Brian followed…intrigued.
He lay down on the bed and Justin climbed on top of him, fitting his legs neatly between Brian's. “Don’t move. I’m gonna kiss you all better.”
“Justin, I hurt my hand. That’s not really what I want you to kiss.”
“Better idea. Don’t move and don’t talk.”
Brian closed his eyes and let the hazy feeling of good weed; strong meds and vodka wash over him. He could feel Justin unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and he was fine with that.
He felt Justin's mouth kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh and forgot about the throbbing in his hand.
He kept his eyes closed when Justin pulled away from him completely. The kid needed to take his clothes off too, and he had faith that Justin would be back.
He faith wasn’t tested for long. He kept his eyes closed as Justin's mouth started at his shoulder and moved down his arm, kissing and nipping until he was sucking at the pulse point on his wrist.
He bit back a moan.
He felt something soft around his wrist and opened his eyes.
“Justin.” His tone was less than amused but more than a little bit husky from passion and his dick was already throbbing.
Justin shot him one of his most innocent looks. “I just want to make sure you don’t hurt your hand.” He smiled as he lifted Brian's other arm and restrained it in a similar manner. He attached the restraints to the hook in the wall and smiled. “There, now you’re nice and safe.”
“You may not be.” Brian said, squirming, but dammit…the restraints were pretty strong and the hook was buried into the masonry above the headboard. He gave Justin a warning glance and realized he needed to practice those or something because the kid didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in and kissed Brian. “Shhhh… just relax.”
Right, relax, his arms tied above his head and the kinkiest and bravest fucker he knew climbing his naked little twink body over his for some other surprise. Relax. Whatever. He tensed all his muscles and pulled himself backwards a little by gripping the restraint tethers.
Justin shook his head. “Do I have to tie your legs down too?”
“Fucking try it.”
Oh shit. He’d just challenged the kid, on a bad day to fucking challenge him. And that smile. He might die from that smile. Slow, determined, smug. Well, he had to let him go sometime. Once Justin was done. He’d kill him. He promised himself that as he felt his ankle being restrained to the bed. Then the other one. He was hard and leaking, and wished for a second that he was at least on his stomach so it wasn’t so obvious.
But then Justin's mouth was on him, licking the precum from the head of his cock and was very glad he was not on his stomach.
He tried to grit out a command but his voice was a little slurred. He meant to say, Justin, you fucker.” It came out “Justin fuck me.”
His eyes were closed now, and Justin's body was on top of his, their cocks gliding against one another as he moved slowly, kissing each spot that he fucking knew would make Brian moan.
Soon there was no sound but Brian’s grunting and moaning. He didn’t whimper. He didn’t keen…so whatever those soft high-pitched sounds were must be something else entirely.
Justin's hands were stroking the inside of his thighs, gently caressing him, and he bit back any more sounds.
Then his mouth was on him, licking at his balls, dragging his tongue down below them, and soft fingers parting his ass cheeks as he tried not to spread his legs wider, to open himself up to this. But he did, his body didn’t care what kind of control his brain wanted. His body wanted Justin’s tongue inside him. And he felt the teasing nips, and Justin seemed to burrow into the mattress to crawl under him, licking at his asshole. Pushing his tongue in slowly and removing it too quickly.
Brian’s body pushed back trying to pull Justin into him. He was writhing, fucking writhing on the bed and he was gonna kill the kid.
Yes. He’d have to kill Justin. But first Justin had better fuck the shit out of him and fast. Then he’d get around to killing him. Priorities are important.
He felt a finger inside him and now he couldn’t hold back the sounds. He made a mental note in his head. Kill Justin before the kid comes out of his post orgasmic haze. Make sure he doesn’t remember me moaning and writing like a fucking whore on the bed.
Justin pulled all attention away from his ass and was licking at his neck now. “You’re not gonna kill me for this. Trust me, you’ll have fun; just let go, and stop fucking thinking. I like it when you want me.”
Brian gritted his teeth, and then did relax. That’s all this was. He wanted Justin. Six fucking years, he’d wanted Justin for six fucking years. He’d had him for most of that. Just relax. Relax and enjoy. Six fucking years… when did they get to a point where they could count their time together in years. When did he get to a point when he counted time like that?
Justin's hands had stopped again. “Stop thinking Brian. I’m not trying to marry you and have your babies, I’m trying to get laid.”
Brian did relax then. He let his mind go, and he focused on Justin’s voice which was now filling his senses with the filthiest hottest words he’d ever heard. He was describing in detail everything he was going to do and Brian was gasping at the concept.
He kept his focus on Justin's words. Kept his focus on the soft feel of his fingers probing into his ass. On the wet heat of his mouth sucking hard at the head of his cock. And then stopping to regale him with more details.
“I’m gonna suck you Brian. I’m gonna suck your hard cock deep into my throat while I fuck you with my fingers. Gonna make you come in my mouth and when you can’t stop yourself from it. When you can’t think of anything but how damn good my mouth and fingers are…”
Justin stopped for a moment and pushed a third finger inside Brian. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.”
Brian swallowed hard. He felt Justin begin to suck him again, pumping his fingers inside him and scraping his teeth ever so gently against the shaft before running his tongue entirely around the head of his cock.
He moaned and Justin took him in fully, sucking him hard. Pressing his lips against the base of his cock, burying his nose in his pubes and never stopping the soft stroking of his fingers from the inside.
His head angled to take Brian deeper and his chin rubbed gently against his balls and Brian couldn’t hold back any longer. He came, with a loud moan of Justin’s name. He was still coming, still shaking when Justin crawled up his body, and kissed him. He tasted himself on the boys tongue and sighed into his mouth.
Justin moved his head then and bit hard into Brian's neck as he pushed himself inside.
Brian’s body was still riding the post-orgasmic high and he wanted to scream. He wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure but his body jerked, his hands holding the tethers and trying to slide himself further down onto Justin’s wide cock.
He could barely move, he was pretty securely tethered and he wanted to. He wanted to spread his legs, and arch his back and take all of Justin into him. And he felt Justin slide further in as he arched as much as he could. And felt him pull out and push back in.
He was calling Justin’s name now. Moaning and twisting against Justin's body. And Justin was sucking hard on his nipples while he thrust into him over and over again. “Harder” Brian heard himself say and then pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. Justin’s fingers were speeding his ass wide and his fucking mouth was all over him, as he lay there almost immobile.
His cock was hard now and he arched as much as he could to rub it against Justin's soft body. He wanted to feel him. He needed the friction and Justin bore down on him, moving his hips and taking his hands off of his ass to stroke his dick until he finally came again.
He saw white light behind his eyelids, his head thrown back, his arms taut his hands grasping at anything and he felt Justin come just a few thrusts later. Moaning Brian's name.
Justin collapsed on top of him, still inside him. And he wanted his arms free so he could wrap them around the kid. He deserved a little affection right before he killed him.
A few minutes later. Justin untied his legs with shaky fingers. “If you kill me I can’t do this again.”
“That’s the whole point in killing you.”
Justin pretended to pout. “You didn’t like it?”
He ran a finger over the come that was still drying on Brian's stomach and looked at it questioningly. Then he sucked his own finger. Licking gently, his pink tongue flitting out and curling back in. “Hmmm, tastes like you.”
“Untie my hands.” Brian growled. And Justin lay his body on top of Brian’s wet sticky one and reached up to release his hands. “If you kill me I can’t ever blow you again.” he whispered while he undid the last restraint.
Brian pulled Justin closer, if that was possible. Laid one hard swat on his ass “twat.” And then wrapped his arms around him.
They fell asleep like that.
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