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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Fourteen
Brian drove home from the office wondering which Justin he’d find when he got there. He had three basic options.
Hermit Justin, a knock on the studio door, an “I’ll be out when I’m done” reply and then the possibility of seeing him in the morning.
Stoned/Drunk Justin, a happy playful, horny Justin that barely let him get his jacket off before Brian found himself pushed down to the couch, floor, chair, bed, or whatever was handy.
Housewife Justin, which meant dinner, would be ready, and Justin would be oddly quiet but extraordinarily careful to cater to Brian's needs.
In the past couple of weeks Brian had tried to find a pattern and the best he could figure out was that Justin worked obsessively and did the hermit thing, then felt guilty, and became housewife Justin, actually felt like he’d accomplished something, which got him stoned/drunk Justin.
The kid had been locked in the studio for the last three days, almost without stop. He had stopped after the first twenty hours when Brian announced through the door that he was going to have it removed if Justin didn’t eat something and get some sleep. He watched a grumpy Justin do as asked, and figured he’s have to accept the four hours of sleep the artist allowed himself before returning to the studio.
After the next 24 hours Brian had knocked on the door, and a drunken and morose Justin emerged, literally couldn’t keep his eyes open over the take out Chinese Brian had brought home, and then fell asleep on the sofa in the den, refusing to come upstairs. Brian had covered him up and gone to bed alone.
He tried to push his concern to the back of his head, but lately it wouldn’t seem to stay there. He was on the phone with Emmet, planning; he’d leave the house only to meet Emmet at Deb's to finalize plans, and then come home and barricade himself in the studio again.
Justin was feeling great, he’d been doing much better about taking care of himself, he’d eaten when Brian forced him to, slept at least three, sometimes even four hours a night most nights, and he had learned to simply medicate his panic attacks with scotch and disco-pharmaceuticals. The pain management helped in two ways, it got his mind off of the pain in his hand, and the pressure he was starting to feel about the house warming, which was just over a week away now, and the show, which he felt was bearing down on him like a freight train.
The only thing that completely cleared his mind was Brian, sex with Brian, hot fucking and sucking with Brian, and he knew that while Brian would never complain it was pretty unfair to just use him as a release valve, which is why after a night of debauchery he always swore to himself he was going to be the Justin that Brian wanted. He actually kept track of time, did some grocery shopping, cooked, cleaned, whatever, on those days. Trying to make up for hid past days behavior.
The Justin that Brian wanted was a happy Justin, at least that’s what Brian kept telling him when he promised to do better, apologized profusely for the slightest things, or beat himself up for mistakes.
Justin stood back and surveyed the fifth large canvas. The set was done. Finished. Completed. He was relieved. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to finish the last one, and had almost scrapped the entire thing in frustration but he had finished it and, he realized as he glanced at the clock, in time to shower and have something for dinner together before Brian got home.
It was Thursday, ten days from the House warming, and he had 25 completed pieces for the show, and about a dozen sketches and a million more ideas. For the first time in a while he actually felt optimistic. He smiled and hummed to himself as he scrubbed the paint off of his skin.
Brian wouldn’t be home for another hour, Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays he went to the gym after work. Justin went upstairs in his robe, throwing his paint covered clothes into the washer and changed into “real clothes” jeans and a t-shirt that had never seen the studio.
He started chopping vegetables for dinner. He was surprised to hear someone come in.
“You’re home early.”
“Got to the gym early today.”
Brian leaned in to kiss Justin, and tasted no scotch on his breath, “hmmm, domestic Justin, okay, good to know.” he thought to himself.
Justin stopped chopping and turned around, attaching himself to Brian's lips, suddenly feeling the need he’d been putting aside.
The thing about channeling all of his energy into his work was that there was just nothing left for anyone or anything else. But he was dedicated, now that the fifth canvas was complete; to getting the party plans perfect, and being everything Brian wanted.
Brian was surprised, drunk and horny Justin was the one who made the first move, domestic Justin waited for him. Granted, he made the first move almost as quickly and dinner was eaten cold or reheated as often as not on those days, but this was new, domestic horny Justin.
Brian's hands grabbed the boy’s slight hips and pulled him closer. Justin moved his head down, nuzzling Brian's neck, mumbling into it. Brian could barely understand him as he breathed the words into his shoulder, but he caught the gist. He’d finished that fucking fifth canvas. Brian smiled
“We should celebrate.”
“I thought we were.”
“We should celebrate properly.”
“I don’t want to go out.”
“Who said anything about going out?” Brian raised an eyebrow.
“If I recall, the guest rooms have been completed for almost,” he looked at his watch” six hours now, and we have yet to christen them.”
Justin smiled “Race ya”
They both bounded upstairs. It was true; Gregory had arranged for the delivery and been there to oversee the placement of everything in the two upstairs rooms reserved for overnight guests just this afternoon.
The rooms were sumptuous and elegant, better than most fine hotels, beautiful canopy beds and warm colors in rich fabrics.
Brian's longer legs got him to the room first, but Justin was right on his heels. With a hand to his chest, Brian pushed him back onto the bed. Justin looked up at him, his desire clear.
They were both still clothed, and their arousal was evident as Brian leaned over Justin and then dipped his head towards Justin's lips and kissed him thoroughly. They divested themselves of clothes piece by piece, tossing them this way and that, until they were both naked. Justin rolled them over, lying on top of Brian, pressing his body against the taller mans until no part of them wasn’t touching. He moved, just a little creating a delicious friction. Brian rolled him over again and shook his head. “You’ve been working too hard. Just lay back and relax. The words were sweet but the tone was clear, this was not a request, it was a command.
Justin let his arms flop out to on either side of him, showing his capitulation.
Brian smiled and kissed him again, entwining their hands out to the sides, making the two of them look, for all the world, like the sexiest crucifix ever.
Brian started slowly but his needs overtook his patience and soon Justin was practically folded in half, moaning Brian's name as Brian pounded into him, hard and steady. He watched Justin's face, knowing that his own need was overpowering at the moment but not wanting to hurt him but it seemed the rougher he got, the rougher Justin wanted it. He pulled out of Justin fully and pushed himself back in, watching Justin's eyes open in surprise and darken with need. Just when he thought he’d figured the kid out, he would find something new. Justin started moaning, “Hurt me, fuck me, do it.”
Brian threw his head back with abandon and gave the kid what he asked for, again and again. When he felt Justin was on the edge, thrust into him one last time, leaning in to kiss him as they both came together, breathing in each others oxygen, reveling in the feel of their bodies convulsing in unison with pleasure.
They were both laying across the bed, sweaty and smiling, and it was several minutes before either one of them spoke.
“You may be the hottest fuck I’ve ever brought home.”
“May be?” Justin good-naturedly pushed at his shoulder.
“Are. I’d have to say you are the hottest trick I’ve ever taken home.” “Well, that’s cause this old guy picked me up when I was just a kid, and taught me everything I know.”
“Sounds like a dirty old man.”
“Oh he was. And a total bastard too, never thought of anyone but himself.”
“Well, you should have just walked the fuck away, a guy as hot as you could have anybody he wants.”
“Yeah, but I wanted him.”
“So what’d you do?”
”I fucked it up.”
Brian looked at him “No, you didn’t.” They’d never really talked about the fiddler again, not after their reunion in his office.
“Oh I totally did, but then he was smart enough to take me back, after I was such an asshole he should have never spoken to me again.”
“Guess he couldn’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah, something like that, he always liked to fuck me.”
“Sounds like he cared about more than fucking.”
Justin shrugged, “I loved him, didn’t matter to me if he loved me back by then.”
“He probably did though.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I think he’s probably loved you for longer than he’s willing to admit.”
“Shit, then I should go find him.” Justin pretended to get out of bed. Brian grabbed his arm and pulled him back “No you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Really?” Justin said tauntingly
“Really, so you’re not getting out of this bed until I give you permission.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Of course I can.”
“What are you going to do if I leave?”
Brian seemed to consider this, “You won’t.”
“You seem pretty sure of yourself.”
“Have you looked at me lately, I’m fucking amazing, you’re not gonna get up and leave all this.” he said glancing seductively down at his own naked and prone form.
“Arrogant bastard aren’t you?”
Brian just smiled.
Justin made another move to sit up, and Brian pulled him back, sitting up and swiftly pulling the blonde across his lap.
“I told you I was going to do something if you tried to leave.”
Justin was half laughing, but his breathing was deeper now “You gonna spank me?”
“You’ve deserved this for years.” Brian said, watching Justin's perfect pale bubble butt squirm on his lap. He felt the younger man’s arousal and it matched his own.
He shifted his position a bit, moving his leg over Justin's thighs, trapping him there.
“Brian.” But it wasn’t a no, it was breathy, and a little hesitant.
Brian hadn’t planned, this, but he was now fully intrigued, he raised his hand and lowered it with a loud smack, leaving a red handprint on Justin's pale skin. Justin squirmed, but did not try to get away. He brought his hand down again and felt Justin move against him, and then he was slapping his ass in the same rhythm he had used earlier to fuck him, and Justin's response was astounding, he lifted his ass up, meeting Brian's hand with each blow, begging again “Oh god, hurt me.” Justin begged.
Brian stopped after a few minutes, not wanting to actually damage that perfect ass, but he gave Justin a gruff command and Justin followed his orders to the letter.
He kneeled on the floor in front of the blonde, now on all fours, slipped on a condom and fucked him, hard and fast, brutal and passionate. Justin pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Brian kneaded and stroked Brian's now bright red ass as he slammed into him again and again. Justin pushed his head into the thick carpet as he reached his hand down to touch himself, but Brian slapped his hand away.
Justin was moaning and begging. Brian pushed him into the floor, letting him feel the friction of the carpet against his straining cock. Finally Brian reached his hand down and grabbed him at the base of his cock, it took only a few jerks before Justin shot and as he did so, squeezed against the feel of Brian inside him, inciting Brian's orgasm.
When their breathing returned to normal and they were sitting up leaning against the bed Brian shook his head and laughed, “We have to have the carpet cleaned now.”
“Told you we should have had hardwood put down in here.”
“Yeah, cause it’s so good for the knees.”
Justin just laughed.
Brian looked at him seriously, “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.
“Sorry’s bullshit, I asked you to.”
“Doesn’t mean I should have.”
Justin shrugged, “Hurt in a good way, I swear.”
He leaned over to kiss Brian, turning his entire body until he was straddling the naked man, kissing him and moving Brian's hands down to his ass. “It feels good.”
Brian kissed him back, and before the evening was out, much of Gregory’s hard work was in need of a dry cleaning.
Justin met Emmett at Deb’s the next day for another planning session for the upcoming event.
“You know, I could figure all of this out a lot better if you’d let me see the venue. I won’t stay long, just a little peek.”
“Sorry, no can do. Brian says it’s off limits until next Saturday night.”
“But Mel and Lindz are gonna get to see it before that, they’re coming in on Thursday.”
“Yeah, but that’s the ONLY exception”
Okay, but Justin, with the special lighting and plans that you have, I’m going to NEED to be in there first thing Saturday morning.”
Justin frowned, I could probably hook up the lights, and…”
“Sweetie, you can’t do everything all by yourself, it’s going to take at least five guys to get the place together, plus the caterers, and the florist, and…”
“Emmett, it’s going to get done right? It has to be perfect.”
“It will be, have I ever done any event that was anything less that spectacular?”
”No, but this is different”
“Because it’s your event?”
Justin smiled “yes, and because it’s for Brian”
Deb was trying not to interrupt, the last time she’d offered advice or opinion on anything concerning the party she’d been kicked out of her own house by Emmet, but this time she couldn’t hold her tongue
“Sunshine, you should get to enjoy this too, don’t make yourself sick.”
“Deb, I just want it to be…’
“Perfect, we’ve all heard you, a thousand times. You want everything perfect, for Brian, well, what about for you, what would be perfect for you?”
”Everything is already perfect for me”
Deb looked skeptical “that why you look like shit?”
“Deb” Emmet admonished, “he’s an artiste, he has a right to look…rumpled”
“Hey!”
“Well, honey, you are looking just a wee bit peaked these days, and while I’m all about looking young and beautiful, you’re looking a little, well… “
“A little what?” Justin asked, swallowing the feeling that somehow they both knew.
“Skinny as a fucking beanpole” Deb responded
“Seriously sunshine, isn’t that asshole feeding you?”
“Deb, why are you always so hard on him? It’s not Brian’s job to feed me.”
“The hell it isn’t. You say he loves you, and I believe that, hell I’ve known that longer than he has, but love means taking care of one another. You took care of him so many times, and now you’re wasting away to practically nothing and he can’t be bothered to order you a goddamned pizza?”
“Deb, you’re being ridiculous” Justin's heart was beating fast in his chest. He had convinced himself that he was doing better. He was sure that he seemed fine, he worked so hard to seem fine, and now Deb is telling him that he’s been kidding himself, they all knew. He threw her a big sunshine 1000-watt smile, and hoped that would throw her off the trail for a while.
“So” he turned his attention back to Emmet, “You need to be there with the crew Saturday morning?”
“I’ll come help.”
“Thanks Deb but no, even Emmet can’t come, it’ll just be the crew.”
Emmet rolled his eyes ”if you want it done right, you want it done by moi.”
“Be that as it may, you’re going to have to wait.”
Justin packed his notebook, sketches, and other planning materials into his bag and handed Emmet a check, this should cover most of it, let me know if you need more.
Justin wandered around the house idly straightening a pillow or a floral arrangement. Brian was on his way back from the airport with Lindsay Mel, Gus and JR. He was excited to have their first houseguests, and nervous as well. After all the time and energy they’d put into each decision he felt as if it were an unveiling of artwork. He knew it was silly to feel this way, especially considering that Mel and Lindz wouldn’t care what their place looked like, but he was still proud of it.
Brian drove Justin's car, wondering if the kid was a midget, he felt too tall in it, no matter how he adjusted the seat. It was the obvious choice, as his car didn’t even have a back seat, let alone seatbelts and room for luggage and the myriad of accoutrements that came with a week long stay with an 18 month old. There was an odd tension coming of Lindsay and Mel, but he figured he’d have a chance to talk to Lindsay about it later.
“We’re almost there,” he told them as he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Gus was asleep. “What’d you do, dope him up?”
Lindsay smiled but her smile was strained. “I think the excitement of the airport and the flight just wore him out”
“Well, his room is ready for him, and same for JR, so he’ll be able to sleep in peace.”
They pulled into the long driveway, and Brian stopped the car in front of the house. Melanie let out a long whistle “pretty swanky.”
“It’s Justin's country manor.”
He opened the back to pick up Gus, and Melanie unhooked JR from the baby seat, and carried her into the house. Lindsay grabbed a couple of bags, and followed.
They walked into the foyer and Lindsay was amazed, “Brian, this place is beautiful” Justin bounded down the few steps from the great room into the two story foyer, “isn’t it great, I’m so glad you guys get to be the first to see it. Lets put the kids down and then you can have the grand tour.”
Brian tried to repress a smile but was unable; he flattened his face into an almost disinterested look. “I’ll be in the den when you ladies are done.” Justin stuck his tongue out and took Gus from Brian, he was still sound asleep. They went to Gus’s room first. Lindsay was genuinely touched by the amount of time and effort that they had put into the boys room. And as Justin took off Gus’s shoes and tucked him into his racecar bed she wondered for a brief minute if Toronto had been a hasty decision, but put the thought out of her head as she looked over at Mel, and placed a light kiss on her cheek.
Mel leaned her head away from Lindsay when she tried to kiss her. She knew what Lindsay was doing, she was trying to make it seem as if she weren’t so impressed with what Brian had done for their kids, but it wasn’t working. “Fucking Brian and his fucking money, and his fucking ability to wiggle his way into Lindsay’s heart.” It was just more than she felt like dealing with. She ignored the moist look in Lindsay’s eyes as she followed Justin into a room of pinks and silvers and lavender and tulle. Melanie bit back her anger. JR wasn’t even Brian's kid, where the fuck did he get off building her a princess suite. She put the baby into the crib, and leaned in to give her a light kiss, and Justin proudly showed them around the rest of the house.
He led them first to the guest room they would be using, all done in rich burgundy with antiqued gold trim and a huge four-poster bed in the center of it all. They put their bags down.
“You guys can take a nap if you’d like, I can give you the grand tour when you’re less tired”
Lindsay laughed, “uh uh, you’re not getting out of it that easily, I want to see everything.”
Justin's beamed, and bounced them down the hall, showing them the guest bathrooms, and then leading them to the master suite.
Justin admitted to having doubts about a metallic pewter wall tone, but the way it had been textured and done was so tasteful and actually made the room seem warm rather than cold. The entire room seemed to give off a soft glow, due in no small part to an incredibly expensive and intricate lighting scheme that made it seem as if all the light from the room actually radiated from the bed.
“Jesus Christ” Mel said, “You two don’t go in for subtle” Justin just laughed, and then shrugged.
“This was the only room Brian got complete free reign in, so, yeah, he might have gone a bit overboard, but…”
Lindsay kissed him on the cheek “don’t apologize for anything, it’s beautiful.”
Justin couldn’t stop smiling; he’d been working so long on all of this that actually showing it off felt like a dream.
They walked down the stairs to the great room, which was laid out with several cozy conversation areas but still maintained a spacious and grand feel. He then led them through the dining room, with the burled walnut and black oak table that sat 22 comfortably. The chairs were upholstered in the same sage velvet that accented the great room. “We never eat in here,” Justin said.
They walked through the wine storage and wet bar area that led to the kitchen, which finally had all of the appliances installed. The room was done in a deep mahogany finish and looked like a simple country kitchen with an antique looking stove and period recreated fixtures, but the subzero refrigerator, and the second deep freezer and state of the art dish washer were simply hiding behind mahogany panels, and the kitchen was actually top of the line.
“Would either of you like something to drink?”
”Got a beer?” Mel asked
Justin got three out of the fridge, when Lindsay declined; he simply carried it with him, leading them down the kitchen steps.
“There are still a few rooms we need to finish, the carriage house out back hasn’t been touched, and we haven’t done anything with the basement or the parlor, but the den is done.” He led them into the den and sat down next to Brian, handing him the other beer.
Brian took it and watched as Mel and Lindz sat on opposite sides of the room, Lindsay sitting on the other end of the couch from he and Justin and Melanie choosing a chair at the table.
“So what do you think?”
“Brian I think it’s amazing, I don’t know how you got it all done so fast”
“You’d be surprised what a lot of money can do”
Mel snorted and took another sip from her beer, “No I don’t really think I would.”
Justin waited but Brian seemed to bite back whatever he was going to say next.
“So Justin, I hear Brian created quite the space for your studio, I’d love to see it”
Brian looked over at Justin and saw him struggle.
“Lindz, all the work for the show is in there, hell, he won’t even let me in anymore.” This was not an exaggeration.
“I understand, and artists space is private.” Lindsay said.
Brian lit a cigarette. After a long discussion with Justin they had finally come to the agreement that the den and occasionally the bedroom were the only places smoking would be allowed in the house. The den had large sliding glass doors that led to a huge brick patio overlooking the pool and tennis courts, and the ample ventilation was one of the reasons Justin had given in, the other was because he wasn’t stupid, Brian was not going to go stand outside every time he wanted a cigarette and since he knew Justin smoked in the studio, that would lead to him having to share that space and that was something he just wasn’t willing to do.
Mel walked over to the coffee table, picked a cigarette out of Brian's pack, lit it with his lighter and picking up an ashtray walked back to the table.
“Oh and look”, Justin said, hitting a button on the wall, “We had an intercom installed so we can hear JR and Gus.”
Melanie let out a long exhale of her cigarette.
The evening wore on like that, Lindsay, Justin and Brian trying to keep the conversation light, and Melanie getting progressively quieter. Finally, at around 11 Melanie announced that she was heading up to bed.
“I’ll come up with you.”
“No, stay and catch up with Justin and Brian, I’m just tired” with that Mel pecked Lindsay on the cheek and headed up the stairs.
“She on a permanent PMS cycle or something?” Brian asked
“She got turned down for a job recently, apparently there’s a few more issues regarding her practicing law than she anticipated, she’s really disappointed.” Lindsay’s eyes seemed to look around the room to check for the mom police before she took the cigarette out of Brian's hand and took a long drag.
Brian leaned forward and lit himself another one, gesturing for her to keep it.
Justin leaned in and kissed Brian. “I’m gonna do a little touch up work in the studio. I’ll see you later.”
“Three.” Brian said
“Four at the latest.” Justin replied
”Three.” Brian repeated, you didn’t sleep at all last night
“Yes dad.”
Brian smacked his ass lightly, which only made Justin lean in and kiss his neck, and then pull away, “See you at three.”
Brian took out his stash and rolled a joint, sitting down next to Lindsay, he took a deep pull and handed it to her. Again she did the surreptitious glance before taking a drag herself. Brian poured himself a scotch, and offered her one. She made a gesture with her fingers indicating maybe a small one, and Brian poured her two fingers and sat back down next to her, putting the glasses and the bottle on the table.
It wasn’t long before they were both thoroughly buzzed and laughing hysterically over something.
“It was not Maria Cooper, it was Mary Cassidy who fucked me to get to you.” Lindsay said. “Maria Cooper was the one who kissed me and then thought she was going to burn in hell for eternity and eventually became a nun.”
“Mary Cassidy did not have a thing for me, she was in love with you she told me so freshman year.”
“She said that so you wouldn’t know she wanted YOU.”
“Like she had a chance in hell.”
“Well you have been known to sleep with women.”
“One, and I was very very drunk, and you were very very persistent.”
Lindsay laughed again, “Christ it’s hot in here” she said shrugging off her cardigan.
“Oh Christ you’re not gonna hit on me again are you, because I may be drunk but I have a hot blonde…”
Brian stopped mid sentence. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Lindsay followed his gaze and too late realized what she had done. She pulled her cardigan back on.
“Let me see that.”
“Brian.”
“Interesting pattern you got there” did you fall down the steps, or did Gus do that to you?
“It’s not what you think.”
“Okay, so Melanie didn’t get pissed off, grab your arms so hard she left marks and somehow managed to leave a lovely scratch across your collarbone.” good, cause I’d hate to have to go kill her in her sleep, what with all the new carpeting we just put down.
Mel didn’t do this Brian, “I was working at the gallery, and I almost dropped a painting, Joe grabbed me to steady me.”
“Good, I’m glad I was wrong.”
“Why would you think Mel would hurt me?”
“I’m drunk Lindsay, don’t pay attention to me.”
“I think it’s time I go to bed.”
Brian looked at his watch
“Fuck, it’s three thirty, I’ve got to go pry Justin out of the studio before he pulls another all nighter.”
Lindsay leaned over and kissed Brian “I’ll see you in the morning.”
He nodded “First thing after noon at the latest.” they smiled at each other and as he held her hand he noticed a healing bruise on her wrist. Brian said nothing.
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