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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Justin was getting better at handling drunk “I don’t want to fly” Brian. First he made sure Cynthia faxed over a detailed itinerary, with flight numbers, hotel reservation codes, and anything else he might need should Brian be unable to remember the particulars. Then he prepared himself for the shameless flirtation with the flight attendants, be they male or female.
And he was never opposed to the way Brian proved he was still alive after such a harrowing ordeal as a 50 minute flight from Pittsburgh to New York.
Justin was straightening his clothes, and wiping at his mouth when Brian emerged from the stall in a similar state of dishevel. He handed him a bottle of water, and wrapped his arm around his waist, heading for the cabstand. Flying with Brian wasn’t so bad.
It was the same hotel, same room, and Justin was relieved to see that. It somehow made him more comfortable. He wondered if Brian told Cynthia to do that, or if she just knew, or maybe this was where Brian always stayed when he had business in New York. He actually did have business this trip.
He had three meetings set up for tomorrow, which was fine with Justin who was planning on spending the day at the Ranston Gallery going over placement of pieces for the show and seeing what else was being shown with his stuff.
They had left Pittsburgh at 11:30 am, it was only a little before two by the time they were checked in. They had an entire day ahead of them and no plans.
“We should go sight seeing.”
Brian glared.
“To see what? Tall buildings, green French women with torches, ground zero?”
Justin shrugged, “I’ve visited New York, I technically lived here, and I’ve seen very little of it.”
“Well, then we should see the important parts.” Brian said, “Christopher Street, Soho, The Village.”
Justin laughed, “You want to go gawk and the New York gay scene?”
“We could do more than gawk.”
Justin smiled, he had an idea what Brian had in mind, but wasn’t sure. He shrugged, “Let me take a shower and we’ll head out.”
Brian joined him in the shower, and later on the floor of the bathroom, and then across the bed, and it was well past five before the two of them locked the hotel room door behind them and made their way to an area more conducive to a friendly drink.
They walked down the street arm in arm until they found a likely looking establishment. Well it wasn’t the looks that drew them it was the sound. The beat could be felt in the pavement. Justin grabbed Brian's hand and opened the door.
They made their way to the bar surveying the patrons as they went. “This’ll do” Brian said, smiling. Justin's smile just got wider as he ordered them a couple of double beams and turned around back and elbows against the bar surveying the dance floor.
Brian downed his drink and pulled Justin forward until they were forehead to forehead on the floor, moving to the music.
They danced for a while, losing themselves in the beat. Justin knew what Brian wanted, and he wanted it too, it had been a while, but he also knew that Brian was somehow different this time around, that he’d have to make the first move. He pulled the taller man up a set of steps to better scope out the candidates.
“Him?”
Brian shot Justin a glance and once again marveled at the boy’s ability to know him so well. He shook his head “Bad chin.”
“Him” Brian pointed. Justin wrinkled his nose, “Too young.” Brian's eyebrows shot up but he continued to scan the floor.
“Him.” Brian followed Justin's gaze to the tall blonde with close-cropped hair and a great ass. “Him.” Brian agreed as the two made their way towards their prey.
The three of them were in a cab when the trick offered up his name, neither was paying attention. He was sitting between the two of them and they leaned over and kissed each other, their hands roaming along the mans thighs as their tongues dueled.
When they were finally in the hotel room, Justin stood behind the man and Brian in front of him, and their hands worked together to remove his clothing. Their mouths and hands showing their interest in him, while their eyes remained on each other.
Brian established the rules quickly as he turned the man around so that Justin had an opportunity to work his magical tongue against the tricks nipples. “We top, no kissing, and anything else we’ll let you know.”
The guy nodded in agreement as Brian rolled a condom onto Justin. “I want to watch you fuck him.” he whispered into Justin's ear, and Justin's dick jumped at the sound.
“Suck him off.” Justin instructed the trick as Brian sat up against the headboard. The guy eagerly crawled forward, taking Brian into his mouth. Justin ran his hands along the guys back, scratching lightly and he moaned into Brian who threw his head back a little.
He didn’t take his eyes off his beautiful blondes face as he entered this random stranger with a power and command Brian had forgotten Justin possessed. He started slowly, stroking in and out in long easy movements. The guy was loving it, using his tongue well, and taking all of Brian into the back of his throat.
Justin wrapped a hand around the tricks cock, holding it steady, “Don’t come 'til I tell you to.” The trick, bob, bill, brad, something like that moaned his understanding around Brian's shaft.
Justin forgot what it was like, to fuck someone else, to feel the heat around him and still watch Brian's eyes, watch his face in those agonizingly beautiful moments of pleasure. Forgot how good it felt to bring a stranger into the mix and still feel like they were the only two people in the room.
When Brian started to come, Justin increased his momentum, moving faster, pushing harder, but not letting the trick go yet, holding him off until his own orgasm was imminent. When he came inside him, Justin let out a moan, leaning forward to kiss Brian, their mouths meeting with intensity, their hands on each other, the man they were both inside all but forgotten.
As Brian lay back and Justin pulled out, bob, bill…whatever rolled over, and began to jerk himself off. Brian grabbed his wrist to stop him. “We’re not done yet.” The new stud whimpered but allowed Brian to reposition him on his back. This time Brian slid on a condom, pushing into the guy hard. Justin was on his knees, turning the tricks head to the side, so that that he could push himself into the willing mouth. He began sucking in earnest. And Brian and Justin's hands roamed his body while their mouths met again and again, stopping only when they felt they might pass out from lack of air.
When Justin came, bobuckbuddy licked lightly, cleaning Justin's dick completely, using his hands to pull Justin closer too him, and as Brian leaned into him full force, pushing against the mans prostate until he was moaning and pleading for release Brian stroked his cock a few times lightly, and the trick came. Justin smiled down at him as Brian threw his head backwards and felt his balls draw up. He came after a few more pounding strokes. And lay back on the bed.
“You done with him?” Brian asked Justin.
Justin nodded “You?”
The two were sitting next to each other on the bed Justin leaning his head against Brian's shoulder their hands intertwined. Brian kissed Justin again, “Oh yeah.”
Brian turned his attention to the sated and sticky man on the bed. “You can go.”
He looked confused, but he began to quickly pull his clothes on. “Hey you guys were great if you’re ever in the city again.”
Justin’s eyes met his and he just shook his head. “Repeats aren’t our thing.”
Brian laughed out loud as the guy, in shoes and pants, still shirtless walked out, closing the door behind him.
“Fuck I love you” Justin said, rolling on top of Brian, and kissing him again, down his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Stopping to pay special attention to his nipples. He moved all the way down until he was staring directly at Brian's once again eager dick. He leaned in to lick it, taking it down his throat, bobbing his head over it until Brian pulled him off. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Justin moaned, as Brian slipped a condom on. He lay Justin on his side, and slid into him, moving slowly at first but soon Justin was desperate, begging to be fucked harder, faster, more.
“Christ you’re a bossy bottom tonight.” Brian said, pulling himself out of Justin to reposition him onto his back. “You want it hard?”
”Oh yeah.” Justin said. The wanton look and his body’s reaction to every touch made Brian’s need even more intense as he slammed into him.
He fucked Justin hard, at times he would stop, holding off his own climax, making it last longer, and each time he did Justin whimpered and begged and eventually Growled. “FUCK ME!” And Brian did, hard and fast, brutal and bruising, and Justin moaned with pleasure.
Brian held his hand at Justin's throat, feeling his pulse, and squeezed. At first Justin’s eyes shot open with fright, but in a moment Brian let go, and when Justin felt the rush of air back into his body, he understood. He threw his head back, exposing his neck, giving Brian silent permission to take it further and Brian did. They’d done this before, once or twice, but not in a while, and Brian was careful, measuring Justin's pulse, watching his breathing, holding off the inflow of air just long enough to give Justin that little high. Then he’d let go, and as Justin gasped for air, he’d pound into him harder.
He watched Justin's body, and felt his own orgasm pushing him to the brink, he squeezed again, and Justin saw stars, his head thrown back, mouth open but unable to take in any air, and as Brian felt himself about to come he fisted Justin's cock a few times, and then he let go.
Justin inhaled deeply and came harder than he ever had before. Gasping and moaning. Brian came just a moment after that, feeling Justin's body convulsing around him, milking him with each spasm. Brian collapsed on top of him, his chin against Justin's shoulder, their bodies tangled together, their sweat and come and breath combined.
Ten minutes passed, and then twenty. Finally Justin pushed at Brian's shoulder and he rolled over. “Now do I make the top ten?”
Brian laughed, “I think you may have broken the top three this time.”
And they fell asleep, sticky and sated.
The next morning they both hurried to be ready for their meetings on time, but hot showers, and wet naked Brian had a tendency to make Justin forget all about time and contractual obligations. Which in all fairness, Brian didn’t seem too concerned about until he couldn’t find his black shoe.
“I’ll bet that fucker stole it.”
”Brian why would a nameless trick steal a single black Prada shoe?”
Brian didn’t have an answer for that, but he continued to bitch about it until Justin pulled it from under the bed.
“How the fuck did it get there?”
”It’s a mystery, how the fuck did I get come in my ear last night?”
Brian smiled his tongue pushing out his cheek “It’s a mystery.”
They kissed quickly (for them) and left for their respective appointments.
“I’ve got my phone with me, call if you need anything.”
“I will, you’ll be at the show tonight, 8:30?”
“Have I missed one yet?”
“Later.”
”Later.”
And they walked in separate directions hailing separate cabs.
Brian’s first meeting went well, the client was impressed with his ideas and the deal was inked.
Justin’s day was not going quite as well. “I don’t want to show those tonight, I wanted those to be part of the December show.” He told Ranston.
“They’re a large set, I’m concerned that if we don’t show them together, and without as many distractions from your other work we won’t get a reasonable asking price.”
Justin sighed, he hated the part of his art that was about money, especially these, the five pieces he’d practically killed himself over. “Pick any six other pieces you want. But those are NOT to be unveiled until December.”
Ranston sighed, he hated the part of business that required dealing with artists, but he eventually acquiesced.
They spent the next several hours debating which six pieces would be shown this evening. Justin wanted one of the newer ones, which had been shipped separately from the original set he’d sent but Ranston seemed reluctant.
“What’s wrong with the new stuff?”
”It seems to be….”
“What?”
”Well, less, intense somehow.”
Justin pushed his hand through his hair and stood back to stare at the pieces that were lined up against the wall. He bit at the side of his right thumb, deliberating. He knew Ranston was right, that the pieced he’d done once he started following all those fucking rules were less intense, less angry, less…well just less, but what the fuck could he do?
He pulled out a landscape he’d completed only weeks ago, “It looks like a starving artist show at the Marriott” he thought to himself. He pulled out a few others. They weren’t all that bad, and in all fairness, it was based on a sketch he’d done for Gus.
Eventually, after several hours he and Ranston came to an agreement on what would be up for the night, and Justin put a tiny yellow sticker on the back of each piece. “The sticker goes on the bottom, make sure they don’t hang them upside down this time.”
Ranston smiled, and shook his hand as the young artist left. It was after five and he apparently had dinner plans before the show this evening.
Brian's next meeting was a little more amusing. It was with Corthometics, a large and well funded but still relatively obscure Cosmetics Company that was looking to market themselves in a more upscale manner. Brian met with Pamela; the director of marketing, and her assistant, turns out his name was Bob. Brian smiled at him, his face showing no recognition; Bob wasn’t as skilled at hiding his surprise. But in the end, Brian had a good feeling about his chances with this account.
His third meeting was a waste of time, some asshole with a bad idea for an online service looking to market it as something other than a useless waste of bandwidth. Brian did his best to convince the client that there were a few interesting ways to market a product but the Mr. Tanner fancied himself a creative type and wanted something that wouldn’t work. Brian wasn’t worried. The entire company would be out of business in months if not weeks. He checked his watch, it was well after seven. Hailing a cab he decided to go directly to the gallery.
As Justin was leaving the gallery, heading back towards the hotel he felt an arm on his shoulder and heard his name. “Fuck.”
“Justin.”
Justin spun around “Ethan.”
“I was hoping I’d find you here.”
Justin looked pointedly toward the window of the gallery where a sign with his name prominently displayed stared out at both of them. He was tired, and just wanted to go home, maybe shower, change, and grab some food before he had to be back.
“I was hoping we could talk.”
“About what?”
“Well, just, I mean, we haven’t really spoken since…”
“Since you cheated on me, lied to me, fucked with me?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t still be bitter.”
“I’m not bitter Ethan, I’m tired.”
“I could buy you a cup of coffee.”
“I can buy my own coffee.” Justin started to walk away.
“Justin.” He turned again, his eyes narrowed.
“Go away.”
“Just a cup of coffee.”
Justin sighed, and nodded, and the two walked silently the couple of blocks to a Starbucks. Justin sat down at a table, not sure why he was even there. Ethan went to the counter and was back several minutes later with two large latte’s.
“Extra foam and cinnamon, the way you like it.”
Justin nodded and took the cup from him, waiting for Ethan to start.
“I’m sorry.”
Justin wondered how long you had to be in or out of a relationship before you were allowed to ban words, and if his statute of limitations was up on this one.
“Sorry’s bullshit.”
“I was wrong.”
Justin snorted derisively, “About what exactly?”
”I was wrong to hurt you, wrong to take you for granted, wrong to ask you to put up with that stupid contract.”
“No, you were wrong to fuck someone else when you said you wouldn’t.”
“I was wrong about that too.”
“Okay, so you’re sorry, and you were wrong and it was over three years ago, so…”
“So I was wondering if there was a chance that we could…start over. I miss you.”
“What exactly about me do you miss? You never even fucking knew me.”
“I knew you, I knew what a talented and smart man you are and I knew I loved you.”
Justin wanted to scream, to cry, to walk away. These were the pretty words he’d left Brian for?
“So is there any hope that we could be…friends?”
”No.”
“Justin, I’m asking you for your forgiveness.”
“And you have it okay, I forgive you for being a self absorbed asshole who couldn’t go an entire day without getting laid but we’ll never be friends, because as a rule I am not friends with people who lie to me.”
“Brian lied to you all the time.”
Justin pushed his hands in the pocket of his jacket to keep from pouring his coffee over Ethan’s head. “Brian had nothing to do with why we broke up, and he never lied to me, you still don’t get it do you?”
”I guess not, so why don’t you explain it to me.”
“I don’t have to. I don’t owe you anything anymore.”
“We were lovers, we were partners we were…”
Justin cut him off. “We were a lot of things, but now you’re an old bad stupid mistake, a memory, and ex and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go home and change, I have a show in less than two hours.”
“Home, you live in New York now?”
Justin saw the hope in Ethan’s eyes and he wanted to tell him that he’d found that lovely country home they used to talk about, and he lived in it, with a beautiful studio and a beautiful man, but it was none of Ethan’s business. “No, back to my hotel, I still live in Pittsburgh.”
Justin grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and hailed a cab.
He took a hot shower, but not hot enough to burn away the aggravation the day had left him with. Brian hadn’t come back to the room, and as he dressed he called his voicemail. There were two messages, one from Daphne wishing him luck, and one from Brian saying he was running to late to come back and change but he’d be at the gallery.
Justin put on his shoes and jacket and headed back to the gallery, hoping tonight went quickly.
The gallery was already half full by the time he arrived. He checked his coat and his eyes scanned the room. Brian was in front of him with a glass of champagne before he really had a chance to look for him. He kissed Brian and sighed “I’ve missed you today.”
He saw the smile reach all the way to his hazel eyes. “It’s only been a couple of hours.”
“They were very long hours, promise me we’re going straight back to the hotel after the schmoozefest.”
“I promise.” Brian nodded solemnly, the smirk never leaving his lips and the humor never leaving his eyes.
Justin leaned against Brian for a moment as though borrowing strength and then stood back, straightened his shoulders, plastered a smile on his face and began to circulate.
Brian watched Justin carefully from afar for most of the evening. Ranston had a tendency to usher Brian away each time he headed towards the increasingly popular artist. Apparently it was better to leave him ambiguously gay and somewhat available. Brian understood the sales technique and thus simply stood around looking bored, he fit right in with the rest of the pretentious clientele.
He had already scoped out the pieces Justin was showing before his arrival. A large angry canvass of color and action, a smaller piece that looked suspiciously like something Gus might have made, until you looked closer, and saw that each stroke and each detail told a story, tiny pictures and symbols buried in the seemingly simplistic design. A landscape of their house, including a small orange blur that Brian knew to be Justin's ugly car, and a couple of other works that Brian had seen before.
He was glancing over at some of the work by another featured artist, trying to decide if this one was right side up or upside down. Justin approached him, apparently Ranston was busy with a wealthy patron and thus Brian was now allowed within five feet of the “very talented young man.” The were discussing the possibility that this artists piece was in fact hung the wrong way when Ethan approached them.
Justin was standing so close to Brian that they were almost touching, and Brian was holding back the urge to sling his arm over his shoulders and pull him close.
The blonde felt Brian's body tense next to his before it registered. He looked up and Brian's eyes had lost all humor, they were dark.
“Justin, I wanted to stop by to tell you that your work is amazing.”
Justin simply nodded, willing the stupid fiddler away
”I’m sorry we couldn’t have talked longer this afternoon, I really wish you’d let me take you to dinner, we still have a lot to say to each other.”
Justin leaned in closely to Ethan, shaking his hand, and once their faces were mere inches apart, and Justin knew that Brian’s anger was peaking he spoke. “Fuck Off.”
Ethan looked up pretending to just notice Brian. “You two are back together?”
“He said Fuck Off.” Brian gritted through clenched teeth.
Ethan shrugged, wandering off, pretending not to be intimidated.
Justin held Brian's arm and pulled him around to a private corner. “I was going to tell you, I didn’t have time, I ran into him on my way back.”
‘What did he want?”
“Me.”
“Really?”
“He’s an asshole Brian, I told him that when I left him, I told him that when I saw him this afternoon, and I’ll tell him again if I have to. What the fuck did I ever see in him?”
Brian shrugged.
“Why didn’t you tell me I was being a stupid kid?”
”If I stopped to tell you that every time you were being a stupid kid, I’d never have a chance to say anything else.”
Justin scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue.
Brian slung his arm around Justin's shoulders, he walked him back out to the show, and then leaned in, claiming Justin's mouth with his own. Justin kissed him back, not giving a shit what Ranston thought. Brian's hands caressed Justin's back and eventually when they broke their kiss Justin leaned against the taller man as he slung his hands over Justin's shoulders. Their fingers intertwined and they surveyed the clientele.
Justin briefly wondered what was going through Ethan’s mind.
Brian had only one thought in his “Mine.”
Ethan had watched Justin rush Brian to a more private area and secretly hoped he’d caused a problem between the two, but when they emerged, and he saw them together, their easy grace, the way they fit, their obvious connection he simply left, he realized now that he’d never stood a chance.
After 11 Justin and Brian hailed a cab and discussed their plans for the next day. Technically they had the room until Monday but both realized what they really wanted was to go home.
It was Sunday morning when they pulled the car into the driveway, they were back earlier than expected, but the plans for dinner and a show before a late flight seemed less appealing than returning home before anyone knew they were there. Brian barely admitted it to himself but Justin’s seeming recovery was still too tenuous and they’d had too many scenes at that particular hotel, he was all too happy to leave, with a mental note to get Cynthia to find another Five Star place in New York and set up an account.
“What’s Michaels car doing in the driveway?”
Brian shrugged,” He’s probably at Lindsay’s to see JR”
Justin nodded. “No one knows we’re back?”
“Not a soul.”
He hit the code to unlock the door and Brian's mouth was on Justin's before he could say anything about grabbing their bags and unpacking.
Brian continued to kiss him, backing Justin slowly up the foyer steps, and through the great room. Their shirts were left where they were removed as they continued their long kiss, and grope session heading towards the bedroom.
“I’m going to fuck you until you see stars,” Brian whispered, his hands pushing at Justin's hips as he guided the blonde towards the bedroom.
They opened the door and Justin moaned into Brian's mouth when he heard a gasp, it was coming from the bed.
Justin turned around to see Hunter, Naked, laying on top of someone who’s only visible features were her bound arms and the legs she had wrapped around Hunters back. Whomever he was with was obviously there voluntarily.
“Should we have knocked?” Brian asked.
Justin was aggravated. “What the hell are you doing here?”
”What does it look like?”
“Who let you in?”
”Mikey has a key, Duh.”
Brian was amused, Justin less so. “Well get the fuck out of my bed.”
“Fine Christ,” Hunter muttered as he stood up. When Hunter stood Justin got a look at who it was laying beneath him. He turned his back quickly. “And fucking untie my sister!” Justin yelled as Brian became more amused and Justin's temper hit full throttle.
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