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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Twenty-One
Justin moved slowly, as he headed towards the bathroom. His body felt as if he’d just run a marathon, or been in a fight, and he grimaced as he realized that maybe he’d just done both. His feet still hurt especially against the cold tile floor and he realized that a bath was probably a safer option than a shower.
Brian appeared in the doorway just as the water filled the tub. He dropped his jeans and lowered himself in, pulling Justin in with him. They both laughed.
Justin leaned against Brian's chest and felt the older man’s arousal as he pulled his body to him. Brian picked up the bar of soap. “Shhhh” he whispered in Justin's ear, although he hadn’t made a sound. “Let me take care of you.” And he began moving the soap across Justin's chest, making lazy circles of suds. His hand moved lower and Justin let out a little moan.
Justin turned his body, wrapping his legs around Brian's waist and grinding their matching hard-ons against each other. Brian gently pushed Justin back until he was nestled into the nook in the tub, designed for just such a position.
Justin’s hand dropped into the water and he winced, as the wound got wet. Brian lifted his arms, and put them on either side of the tub. “I’ll handle this.” And he hit the button that started the jets. Justin moaned again as the pressure of the water hit his back, and ran across his belly teasingly. He writhed a little under Brian's gentle ministrations. He was desperate for release but Brian put it off for a while as he continued to move the soap, hitting every spot on Justin's body, gently washing his knees, which were bruised and scabbed. Paying specific and careful attention to those areas that showed the damage from the previous day.
Eventually Brian lifted himself out of the tub and picked up Justin, who was now limp. “Putty in my hands.” Brian whispered into his ear, and carried him back to the bed, where he laid him down almost reverently, and watched as the sheets beneath him became a little darker with the dampness from his body. He then crawled across Justin carefully.
Brian surveyed the almost entirely limp boy, and was gratified that there was one part of him that couldn’t be described as anything other that rock hard. He kissed Justin gently but passionately and then his mouth began to move lower, nuzzling at his neck, finding the spot on his right ear that with a simple tongue swirl could make Justin whimper. “Brian.” It came from the back of Justin's throat and Brian smiled and moved lower, focusing on Justin's nipples. “Mmmmmm, you know, I kind of miss you’re nipple ring.”
“I’ll get it pierced again if you want.” Justin said, his voice shaking with desire.
“I think you’ve done enough damage to your body at the moment.” Brian said, licking again at the ever-hardening nub. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, swirling and sucking but never biting. Justin's back arched, as his chest rose to meet Brian's mouth.
Brian moved slowly, savoring the clean and yet increasingly musky taste of Justin's skin. Kissing down his chest until he reached his navel. Brian slowly circled it with his tongue, sucking at it, and then plunging his tongue in the way he’d eventually plunge himself into Justin. Justin’s response was immediate and wanton, his head thrown back; he gripped the sheets beneath him, and cried out.
Brian moved lower, licking just the tip of Justin's cock, watching a small bead of precum emerge, and then licking it again. He took the whole of it in his mouth, down to the base, and then slid his lips back up, releasing it.
“Brian!” this time it was pleading, almost a wail.
Brian moved back up to Justin's mouth, kissing him, and then whispering, his hot breath against Justin's ear. “Shhhh, now I have to start all over.”
Justin's eyes flew open, and he remembered their first morning back together. He moaned.
Brian smiled, and began again at Justin's neck, moving slowly back to his nipples and Justin's body seemed to melt into the mattress, his hands raised above his head gripping the pillow with a death grip, trying not to spontaneously come as he watched Brian's head move slowly down his body.
Brian had no plans to do anything quickly. His movements were languid. It took all of his control not to simply plow into this beautiful blonde, whose very taste was more addictive than anything his disco-pharmacologist could provide, but he also knew that Justin was sore, that it would be a while before Justin was back on his feet, literally, and almost as long before he was back on his knees. This left Brian in control, a place that he was perfectly happy to be. He continued his torturously slow ministrations as Justin's body wriggled beneath his mouth and ever wandering hands.
He positioned himself between Justin's legs, licking at Justin's thighs, his hands stroking the back of Justin's legs and rubbing his ass until he pulled his perfect thighs over his shoulders and he ran his tongue along Justin's crack. Justin pushed his body forward, and made a soft keening noise. Brian used his hands to open Justin just a little bit, letting his tongue flit over his puckered hole. Justin tried to buck, to impale himself of Brian's tongue, but Brian's soft hands were denying him such freedom of movement.
Brian's tongue continued to tease Justin, licking and flickering against him until finally he plunged his tongue into the puckered ring. Justin's moan was deep, primal and involuntary. His body bucked with pleasure and Brian continued to fuck Justin with his tongue, while Justin tried to formulate thoughts, and then gave up and simply grunted with unrestrained pleasure. Brian's hand snaked around Justin's thigh and he simply covered Justin's hard member with it, not moving it, just letting Justin feel the heat. Justin tried to move against it, to generate the friction he so desperately wanted, but Brian lifted his hand just a little. Justin understood all too well the rules of this game and stopped moving; when he was still again Brian put his hand back down. Justin fought the urge to grind against it, knowing it would be counterproductive to his goals at this point.
Brian's tongue continued it’s little dance for a while until he couldn’t torture the boy any further.
He moved slowly, taking Justin back into his mouth, sliding his lips all the way down the shaft and back up again, and then raised his body over Justin, offering Justin's mouth a finger. Justin took it and sucked it as if it were Brian's cock, and then Brian offered him a second, and Justin understood, he sucked on them until Brian slowly put a third finger into Justin's mouth and Justin tried to hold back as he considered what was to come.
Brian’s wet fingers moved down his side, and Justin lifted his hips and Brian moved them along his ass, and slowly he pushed one inside. Brian's mouth was back on the head of Justin's dick, sucking hard, but only at the head, his tongue running along the ridge, making painfully beautiful swirls on the sensitive flesh. Brian’s fingers were deep inside Justin now, and Justin's hips were riding them, as Brian's mouth opened and he let Justin thrust against the back of his throat, all the while fucking himself on Brian's fingers. Justin’s rhythm increased as his passion did until he couldn’t hold back any longer. When Brian felt the change in rhythm his free hand began to gently fondle Justin's balls, caressing them with deft fingers until Justin shot into his mouth, and he swallowed, continuing the movements of both hands, letting Justin come hard and long.
When he felt Justin's body relax, the entire body now looking like it was melting, he pulled off of him. Justin wanted to turn, to curl up against Brian but he wasn’t sure he could move, his legs were still shaking, his body so relaxed he felt boneless.
He turned his head and looked at Brian, who had a very satisfied grin on his face. Justin smiled back and Brian leaned in to kiss him.
As Brian moved to get closer to Justin, the blonde realized that Brian was still hard. He moved his body to get in better position to reciprocate the sensations Brian had just provided him, but Brian shook his head, moving his hand slowly down his own chest, Justin just watched with passion darkened eyes as Brian brought himself to orgasm, shooting against his own chest. “This one was all for you Justin.” He whispered and Justin knew that here, in this moment, he’d found perfection.
Lindsay was walking outside with Gus, listening to him ramble on about the exciting new adventures of Sam and Shelby when her phone rang. It was Melanie.
“Don’t hang up.”
Lindsay sighed, “What do you want?”
”I want to talk. Just to talk.”
“About what?”
”About us.”
“There is no us anymore Mel, there can’t be.”
Melanie’s heart constricted at the resigned tone in Lindsay's voice as much as at the words, “There will always be an us because we have a family.”
“Mel, I…”
“Lindsay I’m sorry, and I know that nothing I say will make what happened okay, but this can’t go on, we need to be able to talk, I miss you and I miss the kids.”
“You get them every other weekend.”
“That’s hardly the same.”
“Mel, what do you want me to say?”
”Nothing, I don’t want you to say anything, I just wanted to know if maybe we could…”
“Could what Mel?”
“Could be friends.”
Lindsay considered the words carefully. “I miss you Mel.”
”Can we meet, somewhere public, just you and me?”
“Not today, maybe later in the week.”
“Whenever you say, I just want to see you.”
Lindsay nodded, and then realized how silly it was to nod at a phone. “Do you want to talk to Gus?”
”Of course.”
“It’s momma.” Lindsay said as she handed the phone to Gus, who started the entire story about Shelby, the lizard, Sam and the ocean all over again.
They continued to walk across the grass, JR on Lindsay's hip, Gus chattering away to his momma and Lindsay deep in thought.
Michael and Ben had to admit that they were impressed with what Ted and Blake had done with the place in such a short time. The floor plan was exactly the same as Deb’s but somehow they made it feel spacious and modern. The walls were all neutral shades of sand and beige, the kitchen had been completely redone in updated stainless steel appliances and Light marble countertops. They’d replaced all of the carpeting throughout the downstairs with a light hardwood that made the rooms flow together.
The furniture was contemporary but not obnoxiously so, (at least that’s how Ted put it).
The second bedroom had been converted into a study with cherry barrister bookcases and a large desk with state of the art computer equipment. Blake, it turns out was a bit of computer geek. There were actually two machines and two work areas because the least compatible thing about Blake and Ted were their computer preferences. Ted had always been a Mac user and Blake swore by his PC, and thus rather than try to compromise, after several heated debates, each had agreed to simply accept that the other was a freak, and created the two computer spaces.
The true owner of the house was Blue. The dog was protective of her house and owners and spoiled rotten. Michael and Ben found it cute, and obnoxious at the same time.
“So Justin just started breaking all the dishes for no reason?” Ted asked, “Wow, that must have pissed Brian off.”
“He didn’t look pissed.” Ben said, “He looked fucking terrified.”
“Brian, terrified? I don’t believe it.”
“Trust me Ted.” Michael interjected, “I’ve seen Brian angry, this wasn’t anger.”
“Well, Christ, is Justin okay?”
Ben shrugged. “I guess we would have heard if he wasn’t”
“Unless Brian is just pacing back and forth in a hospital refusing to call anyone”
“Michael, stop that, Brian would call if something were really wrong.”
”Would he?”
Ben and Ted both seemed to consider the question for a moment.
“He wasn’t scheduled to be in the office today, cause they would have just been coming back from New York last night, but he’s got a meeting with the Rapkins people tomorrow, I guess I can ask him if he’s okay then.”
“Ask him if he’s okay?” Blake said, “Would he give you an honest answer.”
They all looked at each other and in unison said “no.”
And then they laughed.
“Brian's been through worse than this with Justin, he’ll be okay.”
”Ben, you didn’t see him when Justin was hurt, and that was before he admitted he even liked the kid, he was a wreck. What’s he gonna do if Justin really isn’t okay, send the kid packing and then go back to slowly killing himself?”
“Michael, I don’t think he’d do that.”
“Ben, I know Brian, he’d do that.”
“I really don’t think so Michael, I mean Brian and Justin seem to be in a different place now.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“Michael, is there anything Brian and Justin could do that would make you happy?”
”Well, Justin left for New York, that was a good start.”
All three of them just stared at Michael. “Do you remember how Brian was while Justin was away?”
Michael pouted, “I just don’t see what he sees in the little twink.”
Ben laughed. “I think he’s gone beyond twink status at this point honey, they’ve been together for almost six years now, and Justin is an accomplished artist in his own right, did you see the article on him in the paper? He’s not in need of Brian's money, that’s for sure.”
Michael just grumbled. And Ben leaned in and pulled Michael forward for a kiss, “Why don’ t you let Brian and Justin worry about Brian and Justin and you and I can find something else to worry about, I’ll even let it be your choice.”
Michael gave a half smile, “I can pick anything I want to worry about?”
”Sure.”
“Well okay then.” And the subject moved off of Brian and Justin and on to far more interesting topics, like Ted and Blake’s consideration of showing Bluebonnet in the local dog show.
Justin woke up in a panic, but as he swung his legs to get out of bed he realized that there was nowhere to go. It still hurt to walk, some of the cuts on his feet had been pretty deep, and he was still pretty tired.
Brian walked into the room with a tray. “You’re up.”
Justin took a deep breath. “Woke up scared.”
“Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, I think, just thought I’d try this new honesty thing.”
“I like it.”
Justin shrugged. “Besides, I’m stuck in bed cause of my stupid feet.”
“It’s not your feet that are stupid.”
Brian had been up for about an hour, and had used his time productively. He’d picked up the prescriptions at the nearest pharmacy, and then swept up the mess in the kitchen. He’d even managed to get rid of most of the blood in the foyer before making a couple of sandwiches.
“Here” he said, motioning with the tray “I brought you breakfast in bed.”
“It’s 7:30 at night”
“So it’s a late breakfast.”
Brian put the tray down on the bed and sat on the other side of it.
Justin looked at the sandwiches dubiously “what are the odds I’m gonna be able to get out of eating this?”
”If you want something else I can order pizza or Chinese.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“The last thing I remember you eating was pizza, the night before last. So the odds of you not eating anything are nil.”
”I’m really not hungry.”
“I understand that, but new rules say it doesn’t matter, you have to eat.”
Justin picked up the top piece of bread from the sandwich and inspected the contents.
“It’s turkey, just eat it.”
Justin ate the bread in his hand, and Brian decided that for now, that would do.
“I picked up those prescriptions the that Dr. McKenzie ordered.” Brian moved to the foot of the bed. “You’re supposed to put this on your feet knees and hand.”
Brian began applying the antibacterial stuff to Justin's feet, which made him giggle. “Brian! That tickles.”
“Sorry sunshine, doctor’s orders.”
He tried to be careful but Justin’s feet were extraordinarily ticklish and the blonde was giggling by the time he was applying the stuff to his knees.
“Christ, you really did a number on yourself.”
“Well, I guess I don’t do things half way.”
“Nope, that was a full-blown meltdown.”
“It was stupid.”
“Stupid happens.” Brian shrugged.
Justin was eating the sandwich in component pieces. He would nibble on a slice of tomato, and then move on to a slice of turkey. Brian didn’t care how he ate it, so long as he ate.
Once his knees were done Brian sat up on the bed and took a bite of the sandwich he’d made for himself. “Hey.”
Justin looked up questioningly.
“You gonna be able to keep this down?”
”I’ll try.”
“Do you realize that you’ve lost over 20 lbs in a little more than 3 months.”
“Some people would kill to be able to do that.”
”And some people can die from doing that.”
“Brian I’m not gonna die.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it, but I gotta ask you a question.”
Justin just looked at him.
“Was this ever on purpose, were you making yourself sick?”
”What?”
”The whole eating thing, was it a control thing or…”
“I am not anorexic if that’s what you’re asking.”
Brian just shrugged, he believed Justin, but so much of the research he’d done had pointed to the possibility he felt like he had to ask. “Are you lying to me?”
”Didn’t I promise not to lie anymore?”
”Yeah, but it’s such a longstanding habit with us.”
“You know, I’m beginning to not like this whole ‘new honesty’ thing.”
“You’d better get used to it, because I’m not letting anything like this happen again.”
“You do know that you’re probably blowing this whole thing out of proportion, I mean you could be accused of queening out over it.”
“Yeah well you weren’t there.”
Justin took a deep breath, “I guess maybe I wasn’t.”
Justin finished half of the sandwich and pushed the rest away, “Brian I really can’t…”
“Okay, half is fine for now, you’ll be back up to your insatiable appetite eventually”
Justin laughed, there are still some things I have an insatiable appetite for, and he leaned over Brian, as if to kiss him, but at the last minute grabbed his bottle of beer from the nightstand and downed most of the bottle in a single pull.
Brian laughed.
“C’mon, I’ll take you downstairs and we can watch a movie or something.”
“You can’t carry me around, it’s pathetic.”
“Well, you’re not walking on my hardwood floors with that goop all over your feet.”
“So get me a pair of socks.”
Brian handed him a pair of socks and a drawstring sweatpants to Justin. Justin pulled them on slowly, obviously still a little sore. Brian scooped him up and carried him to the den, while he protested, but not very adamantly.
They spent the rest of the eveneing arguing over weather Luke and Leia ever had sex with each other, Brian believed that they did before they knew they were brother and sister, but Justin found it too squicky to contemplate and thus disagreed.
It was well after midnight before Brian handed Justin an Ambien.
Justin wrinkled his nose at it. “I don’t want it.”
“I wasn’t asking if you did.”
“I’ll sleep fine.”
“I’m taking the word fine out of your vocabulary, you’re no longer allowed to use it.”
“You can’t just ban random words from my vocabulary.”
“Sure I can, here’s a few, Fine, Sorry and Perfect.” All three, gone.”
“Well, your Perfect cock is going to be sorry that it will never be granted entrance into my fine ass again if you’re going to be that way.”
Brian laughed, “You really want to play that game?”
”No. But I don’t want you to get to power hungry with this whole rules thing either.”
“Okay, very few more rules, but taking your prescribed medication is one of them.”
Brian put the pill on his tongue and wiggled it leaning in for a kiss.
Justin looked at him “that’s gross.”
Brian kissed him, passing the pill into Justin's mouth. “Gross?”
“It’s more fun with E”
“Well, we’ll try that on a day when standing isn’t more than you can handle.”
“Brian.”
“Mmmmmm?”
“If I sleep tonight to I have to take one tomorrow too?”
”We’ll see.”
“Is that just what you’re saying so you don’t have to argue with me anymore?”
”We’ll see.”
”You’re enjoying this power thing way too much.”
“We’ll see” Brian raised his eyebrows suggestively. He stood up, and carried his sunshine to bed.
Brian went back downstairs to give himself a much-needed respite. He’d been on an emotional roller coaster for the last couple of days, and while he could keep a strong outward appearance most of the time, eventually he just needed some “Brian time”. He wasn’t at all sure he was up to the task he’d committed himself to, but he knew he wasn’t up to the task of losing Justin and so of the two, he picked the one that seemed easier. Didn’t make it actually easy though.
He lit a joint and sat in the dark, contemplating what to do next. It was a couple hours later that he finally slid into bed, Justin was sleeping hard, but not so hard that he didn’t curl up around Brian as soon as he was under the covers.
The next morning Brian had come to no conclusions except that he needed to take some time off. He called Cynthia. “Have the Rapkins people talk to Ted, and Bruce, he’s doing the buying for the TV spots anyway, and clear my calendar, I won’t be back 'til the 20th.”
“Brian that’s 10 days.”
“Wow, thanks, I was really having trouble with the math”
“Are you okay?”
”I’m fine.”
“Is Justin okay?”
“Justin will be okay, I just need some fucking time off, can you do that?”
”Fine.”
Cynthia hung up the phone and he thanked god that she was able to shrug off his moods after all these years, or he’d have spent a fucking fortune in flowers.
Justin had caught the last half of the call. “You’re taking ten days off, can you do that?”
”No, my boss will probably fire me.”
Justin hit Brian with a pillow.
He swatted it away. “It’s either that or I have to hire some big beefy nurse to carry you around the house…your choice.”
“Would he be hot?”
”No SHE wouldn’t”
”So, you or nurse Ratchet, hmmmm.”
Brian hit him with a pillow again, “Shut up and tell me what you want for breakfast.”
“I…”
Brian gave him a sharp look.
Justin sighed, “Cereal’s fine.”
Brian nodded and brought him a bowl of froot loops. Mocking him the entire time he ate them for both the name and the ridiculous colors that it turned the milk. “Only a fucking faggot would want pink milk for breakfast.”
“I didn’t want pink milk, I wasn’t hungry”
“For a guy who’s not hungry you sure are scarfing it down.”
“Well I wasn’t hungry, then the fruity goodness got to me.”
“You realize there’s no actual fruit or anything resembling fruit anywhere near that cereal right?”
”Mmmmmm hmmm, your point?”
Brian just rolled his eyes. “So, what do you want to do today?’
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not telling you.”
“Fine” Brian rolled his eyes, “I won’t get mad.”
“I want to go through the stuff in the boxes. And why do you get to use the word fine if I don’t?”
“Because I haven’t abused the privilege. And no, we’re not going through those boxes today. We will, but not today. What’s your issue with those fucking boxes?”
”What’s yours? I’d think you’d want to get your stuff put away.”
“It is, it’s put away neatly in all those boxes.”
This time it was Justin who rolled his eyes. “Can you at least promise we’ll do it before you go back to the office?’
“No.”
“We will.”
Brian just ignored him.
They invited Lindsay over for the day, explaining that with Justin laid up he could probably use the company.
Lindsay arrived a little after ten with JR. Gus wouldn’t be home from school until one, and then she promised to make them lunch, which was a great relief to Brian who had used up his entire cooking repertoire with the sandwiches and cereal.
Lindsay met Gus at the bus stop and brought him back to visit with his dad and Justin .
Gus made them watch the Empire Strikes Back again, and Lindsay agreed with Brian about Luke and Leia, which made Justin realize why it was the two had become such good friends in the first place. Once Gus fell asleep for his afternoon nap, which, he swore he was too old for until the moment his head hit the pillow, and JR was put down for a nap as well. Brian and Lindsay regaled Justin with stories of the insane people they’d roomed with in college.
Justin loved to hear about Brian when he was younger; it made him feel somehow closer to him to think that he had once been a stupid kid, almost as stupid as Justin had been when he first met Brian.
Eventually Lindsay took the kids home for dinner and baths and Brian and Justin entered into a marathon game of monopoly that ended with Justin owning everything and Brian naked.
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