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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Four
The bed now had seven pillows. In a classic Kinney act of over indulgence, once the found the down pillows he was looking for, they bought six. And then there was the one pillow that had been there previously. Brian couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well, and he was genuinely amused to find that all of that pillow testing, and all of the ways they’d used them last night to prop up their bodies, for better angles and better lines of vision at what one was doing to the other, the one thing that hadn’t changed was where Justin chose to lay his head. The kid was drooling on his shoulder again, and he was actually pleased. “I really have changed” he though to himself as he lay his head back on his pillows and once again lit a cigarette one handed.
Justin awoke to the smell of cigarette smoke, and the feeling of being well rested, it was something he hadn’t felt in a while, lumpy couches in loud dorm like settings were great, if you were into that, but laying here, resting your head on the shoulder of the man you loved that was…
Suddenly he became aware that he’d done it again, and pulled himself off of Brian embarrassed.
Brian put his cigarette out quickly and leaned over to kiss his boy wonder. “If you’re gonna get upset every time you wake up your head on my shoulder we’re going to have a lot of difficult mornings” he continued to hold his body over the younger mans and leaned in to kiss him. Justin knew it had to be love, because the taste of Brian’s kiss was wonderful, and morning breath, mixed with scotch, cigarettes and a faint taste of himself, why was that so erotic? The answer was simple, because it was the taste of Brian.
Brian felt Justin responding to the kiss and pulled back just a bit to give him that obnoxious and knowing smile that only he could pull off without seeming like the worlds biggest asshole.
“You can drool on my shoulder anytime Sunshine.” And he watched the boy blush. Brian secretly hoped that Justin would never stop being embarrassed about something so stupid. Being able to make him blush like this was something Brian truly enjoyed.
Justin covered his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment. They slowly moved up to his hair as he arched his back and responded to Brian's hands which somehow seemed to be everywhere on his body at once.
Justin then wrapped his arms around Brian and rolled him over, staring into his hazel eyes he shook his head slowly back and forth and smiled “my turn” he began to kiss down Brian's neck, stopping once in a while to thoroughly hit a particular spot. He moved further down his chest, his hands blazing the trail his mouth would soon follow. He stopped at Brian's nipples and licked, and sucked, and then bit, pulling the nipple with his teeth until Brian's back arched following Justin's mouth. When he let go Brian whimpered, and Justin smiled. He was planning on taking his time.
Each movement was slow, and deliberate. He kept his mind focused because if he thought too much about what he was doing, he would be sucking Brian off in a matter of minutes.
He continued his slow decent, kissing along the line of Brian's abdomen, stopping with his mouth directly over Brian's hard cock. He breathed open mouthed, his hot breath making Brian twitch, and smiled, and then with a single lick, moved lower to Brian's thighs. Brian groaned. He knew exactly what the kid was doing; he was torturing him, not entirely unfairly, as Brian had taught him this technique through his own usage of excitement/denial pairing.
Justin was an excellent pupil, he had learned well. He was licking and sucking the inside of Brian's thighs, his hands stretching up to pinch a nipple or rub against his chest.
After what seemed like an eternity Justin moved his head up to lick lightly at Brian's balls, which only made him buck harder, but Justin put his hands on Brian's hips and held him down against the bed as he concentrated all of his energies on prolonging this moment.
Brian tried not to move, but his head was thrown back, and his mouth open, taking deep raspy breaths. “Justin, just fucking suck me off,” he panted. Justin stopped completely. He crawled back up the bed until he was face to face with Brian. “No talking. Now I have to start all over again” and to Brian's amazement he did, starting again at the neck, when he moved down to his nipple again, completely ignoring his cock Brian couldn’t help himself “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Justin moved his head back up to kiss Brian, not at all, and see, now I’ve got to start AGAIN.” he smiled evilly and began again on the taller mans neck. Brian finally got the message, but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out if Justin was serious. But he was, and it was quite some time later, and at least two other restarts before Brian and Justin both got what they wanted.
Justin crawled back up to lay next to Brian, the taste of him in his mouth, his own come all over Brian's chest. He considered licking it off of him but honestly, he tongue was tired; Brian had taken longer than he expected to learn the lesson, and thus, they really should get a move on if they were going to shower.
“That was so fucking HOT” Brian said
Justin just smiled, and rolled over to get a better look at Brian, who was as beautiful to him in full lust as he was in sated exhaustion.
“Well, I learned from the best.”
Brian laughed, and now, I teach you the art of the deal, C’mon kiddo, we’ve got a car to buy.
Justin groaned. “Today? Couldn’t today be a ‘stay in bed, read the paper, kind of day’?
“When did you start reading the paper?”
“Do you even get the paper delivered?”
‘No, so if you want to read the paper, you have to get up”
Justin pouted
“Yeah, that pout has always worked with me” Brian threw over his shoulder sarcastically.
Justin heard the siren call of the shower and padded across the hall to join him.
“So” he said while washing Justin's hair “what kind of car do you want sonny-boy?”
Justin’s knees almost buckled, he had missed being called that. He took a deep breath and laughed.
“I don’t know, something practical, that will fit paint and large canvases”
“A mini van?” Brian had that half smile he used when he was trying not to seem mocking, yet needed to make it clear that he was TOTALLY mocking someone.
“No, don’t be stupid, I’m not a soccer, mom, I’m an artist. I was thinking a regular van, or a pickup truck, with a cap.”
“So you’re not a soccer mom but you’re willing to be a lesbian?”
Justin laughed, “don’t be gross”
“They finished their shower and moved on to more interesting things to do with soap and naked bodies, and hot water.
When the hot water ran out, Justin kissed Brian and shaking his head of excess water said, “we need a bigger hot water heater”
“No shit”
“Well, just make sure we tell the contractor”
“Absolutely” Brian said while he towel dried the blonde’s hair. It was easy, and comfortable this morning routine, they’d fallen back in the rhythm quickly.
In the kitchen Brian mentioned again that Justin needed clothes that were paint free, and Justin just stuck his tongue out at him and opened the fridge. He took out carton of juice and the eggs, and then stopped dead.
“What?” Brian said, immediately worried, Justin looked upset,
“Oh shit, I wanted to make you breakfast” there was a tear coming down Justin's cheek, he wiped it, but not quickly enough, Brian saw it
“Did something happen” he asked quietly, “Are you okay? You can make me breakfast if you want.”
“We didn’t buy any pots or pans or glasses, or bowls, or silverware, or …”
Brian didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying, he pulled him close and held the kid who honestly seemed about to cry. As for himself, Brian was trying not to laugh.
“There will be plenty of time to make me breakfast.”
“But I wanted this morning to be perfect.”
“Yeah well, nothings perfect, haven’t you learned that by now”
“Jesus Brian, do you always have to be such a shit, I was trying to do something nice for you.”
“And you did, several times already this morning.” He took the carton of eggs from Justin's hand “eggs are not the definition of perfect, in my book”
Justin leaned back from him, looking into his eyes “you don’t like my eggs?”
Brian wasn’t sure if he was going to laugh or…no he was going to laugh.
“I love your eggs, I just don’t NEED you to make me eggs in the morning for it to be a perfectly perfect morning, but the more I think about it, a double headed steam shower with mega capacity hot water heater might do the trick” he kissed the boy, pulling their bodies together. Now, lets go find a bagel or something and buy you a car”
Justin followed him out the door, “okay, but we have to buy pots and pans and stuff today too.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked up and smiled “if that’s what makes it perfect for you” and with that, they were off.
Once at the auto mall they drove past a couple of dealerships. Trying to decide what they wanted to look at first.
“I should get something used” Justin said
“You’re not getting a fucking used car.”
“Why not, it’s practical, and it can still be reliable, and the inside is just going to get covered with paint anyway, everything I own ends of covered in paint these days.”
“I noticed, but I don’t want a car someone’s already had sex in. This is our car to christen”
“I thought it was MY car”
“It is, but were you planning of christening it with someone else?”
“No” Justin laughed, I’m just saying, we have like a gazillion rooms in the house, why is it important that the car be.” Brian cut him off
“Cause you deserve a new car, so we’re getting you a new car, end of this conversation.”
Justin was touched, but also a bit confused, the old Brian, the Brian who had a tendency to react like an asshole based on emotions no one could possibly understand, sometimes not even Justin, was rearing it’s head. Justin shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Ooh, pull in there.
Brian looked at him as if he’d just asked for them to make a quick stop at the goodwill for furniture. “Here?”
“Yeah, Toyotas are reliable”
“And boring”
What, should I go buy a jeep like your old one?
“There was nothing wrong with my jeep”
“And there’s nothing wrong with the ‘vette, except it seems to be the least fuckable space you own”
“And a Toyota would be better?”
Justin leaned in and whispered in Brian's ear, “it’s not for you, it’s for me.”
Brian shrugged and pulled into the dealership.
After being schmoozed by a salesman who was trying desperately not to notice that he was selling a car to a couple of fags, they took one for a test drive.
“What do you think?” Justin asked of Brian
“I still think it’s boring, but now I can add ugly and uncomfortable too”
Justin took the first turn the salesman pointed out. “It’s got automatic seat warmers, you’re ass will never be cold”
“I’ve never been accused of having anything other than a hot ass” Brian replied
The salesman was turning fourteen shades of red and Brian leaned forward behind the drivers seat and whispered something into Justin's ear. Justin laughed out loud and smiled, they took the car back to the dealership and stared at it.
“It is really ugly”
“I already told you that”
“And expensive for something that ugly”
“So we move on?”
“We move on”
They got back in Brian's car and headed down the road a short ways when Justin saw it.
“THERE!” it’s perfect
Brian looked at him, hoping to go he was kidding “that is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen”
“I love it”
“You would’
They walked into the dealership and started playing with the inside features.
“Christ, it’s a fetish car, the entire inside is lined in rubber”
“That makes it perfect, it’ll be easy to get the paint off the floor and doors, and look, the doors open like it’s a barn door, that’s ideal”
“Ideally ugly”
“Brian, you said it was my car”
“I didn’t know you were going to pick the ugliest car ever produced”
“Well, we can’t all drive around in little green penises”
“Fuck you”
“Later, right now, I have to drive this car”
The salesman gave them the keys and they took off to test drive the Honda Element.
“The sound system rocks” Justin pointed out
“ The floor is made of rubber,” Brian countered
“The seats lay all the way back”
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that”
“It will serve my purposes perfectly”
‘Have I mentioned that this is the ugliest car I’ve ever seen”
“No it isn’t Brian said smiling, this is the blue one”
”what’s your point?”
“I’m getting the orange one” Justin smiled, it was his “I win” smile, he rarely got to use it on Brian, it was something he used more often with molly, but the look on Brian's face when he realized that this kid was going to buy and orange box as his new car… it was too much fun for Justin not to revel in it.
Brian made a few quick phone calls while they headed back to the dealership.
“What are you doing”?
“Making sure you’re insured so you can buy this fucking ugly piece of shit”
“Really, you’re gonna let me have it?”
“Is this the car you want?”
“It really is Brian”
“Then you can have it, but you have to park it in the garage. I can’t come home every night and have to look at that thing, I’ll be too nauseated to eat”
“Right Justin nodded, I’ll park it in the garage, which, ahem, means that you’ll be leaving the ‘vette, outside all winter long?”
Brain moaned, “anyone ever tell you how aggravating you are”
“Mostly just you, but I know you don’t mean it”
“No, I mean it”
The next couple of hours were the most boring Justin had ever spent, Brian seemed to be actually having a good time negotiating for the car, Justin just wanted it, but of course, Brian couldn’t just sign a paper, he had to do a bazillion other paperwork things first, and so when all was finally said and done, the car was insured, and paid for, and the title was transferred and the new tags put on, and they handed the keys to Brian, who handed them right over to Justin.
“It’s your car now” he leaned in and kissed the blonde boy who right now looked more like Gus’s age than his own.
“C’mon, lets go get some lunch” I’ll drive
Brian looked hesitant “you want me to drive around in that thing?”
“Yeah, your car will be safe here for a few hours, and we have to get stuff, and there’s more room in here and a thousand logical reasons but mostly, I want to play with my new toy.”
Brian laughed, he was eventually going to have to stop indulging Justin's every whim, but that wasn’t gonna be today, so he climbed in the passenger seat, and as they took off he lit a joint.
He handed it over to Justin, who waved it away “Brian, I’m driving”
“I know, but we have to do boring shit, lets make it less boring”
Justin took a hit “fine, but I’m not getting totally stoned with you, we never get anything done when we’re totally stoned”
“Well, we do each other”
“That’s not what I meant” Justin took another short toke and Brian took the spliff back and inhaled deeply.
“Food”
Justin smiled, and pulled into the mall parking lot.
“There’s a food court”
“Is there food there?”
“Brian you’re totally stoned”
“I know, that’s why I need food, and why I’m letting you take me to a mall in the suburbs, and why I’m not spanking your for suggesting we eat at the food court”
“Brian I came here cause there’s a Williams Sonoma, so we can get kitchen stuff, or else all the food we bought yesterday is useless, we can’t even eat the ice cream, we don’t have spoons”
Brian started to laugh
“Christ you’re really stoned”
“I know, get stoned with me”
“If I get stoned with you…”
Brian cut him off with a kiss, that was actually a transfer of smoke from his lungs to Justin's.”
“Do it again”
Brian did
And soon they were both so stoned that the in fact did eat at the food court, from several different vendors. And then made their way up to Williams Sonoma, but on the way they passed the Godiva store.
“I fucking love this shit” Brian practically yelled
Justin was too busy laughing to even shush him.
A half hour and about $200.00 later, they left Godivas with a bag in hand, and chocolate on their tongues.
“You missed a spot,” Brian said, as he leaned in and licked a small amount of chocolate off of Justin's lips. Justin giggled.
When they finally got to Williams Sonoma they had decided that they needed to seem more normal, so they walked in, trying to look very serious. It lasted about five minutes and then Brian held up a Mexican hand painted dish with a large chicken on it
“Should we go for the big cock pattern?”
Justin couldn’t stop laughing, so they moved themselves to the back of the store.
“Brian, this is serious, we’re gonna have to look at these dishes all the time, we should totally pay attention and pick something that we like, and I can’t concentrate if you’re going to continue nibbling on my ear like that.” Brian stopped.
“Okay now I can’t concentrate because you’re not nibbling on my ear and I miss it.”
Brian rolled his eyes in mock martyrdom, “anything for my little sonny boy” and he pulled him against his chest, and rested his chin on Justin's shoulder and together they studied the place setting options.
Brian pointed to one
“You are obviously very stoned” Justin said, and pointed to a contrasting set in vibrant colors
“Yes, because I’ve always wanted dishes that looked like I bought them at wal-mart”
Justin sighed, how ‘bout these, they’re pretty classic? “They were white with an intricate but small blue pattern around the edge, the salad plates and coffee mugs that went with them were in that blue.
“They match your eyes, lets get them”
“We can’t buy plates because they match my eyes”
“Why not?”
“Um, because it’s ‘ridiculously romantic”
“No, it’s just easier, then when anything else has to match I don’t have to worry about it, cause I can always pick out the color of your eyes”
Justin looked at him, and realized that he was too stoned to know that what he’d just said was unbearably sweet, so he kissed him, hard.
“Mmmmm, you taste like chocolate”
They went on to choose silver ware, and glasses and a set of all-clad cook ware and bake ware, and a juicer, and well, every stupid device that makes people go “why would you need one of these” and then you either make up a reason, or say “maybe the person who buys those is high”
And so when everything was loaded into the back of the car, they were both mellow but no longer actively stoned, and were suddenly laughing because they had just purchased moose shaped pancake shapers, and seriously, how stoned do you have to be to think those are a good idea.
Justin was still happier than he’d ever been.
He dropped Brian off at his car, and headed back towards the house.
Brian got into his car, lit a cigarette and took a minute to smile before heading back to the house.
Each of them tried not to feel weird not being within arms reach of the other, but it was the first time in 48 hours that they had been apart, and it brought back memories for the both of them.
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