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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Eight
“Do you know what the problem is with these little tiny bottles?” Brian asked
“That they’re too small”
“That is exactly right sonny boy, they are too fucking small, and so you have to drink many many many of them to be as drunk as if you just had one big bottle”
Justin nodded at Brian, humoring him, he’d been drinking little tiny bottles of Jim beam for about a half hour, and the plane was landing in just 15 minutes, Brian was very drunk.
“Well” Justin said, “it’s a good thing they provided you with so many bottles then, because you got to drink many many many of them”
“That’s because I hate flying.”
“You do?”
”Of course I do, we’re up in the air, we could crash and die and I don’t think I’d be as pretty if I were all broken into a hundred pieces and on fire”
“You’d be on fire too?”
”Well sure, that’s why it’s called crash and burn”
“Aaaah, I see, so you’d be in a hundred flaming pieces, and you think this will make you less attractive to people”
“Yes, yes I do. Would you still love me if I were in a hundred pieces and on fire?”
”Brian, don’t even talk like that, the plane isn’t going to crash, we’re almost in New York”
“I know, and we’re going to have a wonderful time, as long as I’m not in a hundred pieces of fire.”
“Brian?”
”Yes Justin?”
”Did you take something before we got on the plane and drank those many many many small bottles?”
“Just a small amount of something so that I wouldn’t have to think about hundreds of pieces of me being on fire”
“What did you take Brian?”
“It had letters in it”
“A lot of letters or a few letters?”
Justin was trying to narrow it down, He wasn’t particularly worried, but he also wasn’t in his element not knowing where they were going once in the city, or what Brian had planned, but it was kind of nice to know that even the indomitable spirit of Brian Kinney could be endangered at the mere thought of flying. He wondered idly if Brian’s fear of flying had anything to do with him never coming to see him in L.A.
“It had some letters” Brian finally replied
Okay, they’d ruled out E, and K, so the odds were either GHB or an actual drug with an actual name.
“Did the letters spell anything Brian?”
“They spelled something long, but it’s okay, because I didn’t need to say it too many times in order to get it”
Justin heard the captain come over the intercom and announce that they would be descending in five minutes and be at La Guardia in 15 Minutes. He sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose in a very Brian like manner, Brian was tweaked out, and he had no idea where they were headed other than Barney’s and he wasn’t taking Brian to Barney’s or anywhere else in this condition.
“Shit, pull it together Kinney.”
Great, now Brian was talking to himself, but it seemed to work. He sat up a little straighter, and held Justin's hand. Justin was pretty sure it was going to be okay until Brian lifted Justin's hand to his lips and lightly kissed it
“Fuck” Justin thought, he’s really wasted.
It took some maneuvering, Brian leaning a little heavier on Justin than he would have liked, but they made it off the plane.
“Thank you for not crashing and turning me into a hundred pieces of flaming me.” Brian said to the flight attendant as they disembarked, Justin shook his head and gave her an apologetic glance. She smiled.
Once they got to exit Justin pulled Brian's phone out of his pocket, not as easy as it sounded as Brian kept swiveling around so that Justin was fishing for more than just a phone.
He got the phone out but Brian saw something that appealed to him, grabbed Justin by the shirt and pulled him towards it.
Justin had their travel bag over his shoulder and was just trying to keep up when he saw where Brian was headed.
“Brian, this is a bad idea”
Brian said nothing, he was walking resolutely Justin's shirt twisted around his hand, forcing him to follow.
He continued pulling him until they were safely ensconced in a bathroom stall in the men’s room.
Brian was pushing him against the wall, kissing him hard his tongue searching for something. Justin gave up, and kissed Brian back.
As soon as Justin responded Brian turned him around, pulling Justin's pants down, kissing his neck, holding the blonde boys hands above his head with one hand. He pulled a condom out of his pocket with the other.
The moves were practiced and automatic, and still made Justin so hot, even if Brian was probably unaware of WHO he was fucking at this very moment, he never lost consciousness of HOW he was fucking, and his technique was impeccable, moving slowly at first, and then faster and harder, his hand jerking Justin off as he fucked him. All too soon, Justin shot against the stall wall and Brian feeling Justin's ass squeezing around him, came quickly after. He then stood up straight, and turned Justin around, straightening his shirt and pants. Kissing him hard, and ushering him quickly out of the stall.
“I’ll be right there” he said, “I just need to throw up.”
“How very romantic” Justin replied, as he continued straightened his clothing.
When Brian finished, Justin handed him a bottle of water he’d taken from the plane. Brian drank some, swished some in his mouth and spit it out, and then leaned over and kissed Justin.
“You back with me?” Justin asked
“Of course sonny boy, I just hate flying”
“Is this what you do every time you get off a plane?”
Brian thought about it for a minute, “pretty much, yeah” he smiled
Justin shook his head, “Whatever it takes. So where are we going?”
“You have my phone.”
“What does that have to do with where we’re going?”
“Cynthia left a message with all the information, I don’t know where we’re going unless I have my phone…hey, Why do you have my phone?”
Justin looked sheepish, “because I was going to call Cynthia and ask HER where we were going since you didn’t seem able to tell me.”
Brian laughed, “See, I’m perfectly able to tell you, as long as I have my phone.”
Brian took his phone from Justin and they headed towards the cab line. Brian was still a little unsteady on his feet, but had come down for the most part. He hailed a cab and rattled off and address.
“Is that where Barney’s is?” Justin asked
“No, it’s where the hotel is” Brian responded as he leaned over and began to kiss Justin's ear and neck. Justin leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation until he suddenly fully processed the information.
“HOTEL?”
”Did you think I was going to make you sleep on the streets of this big cold city?”
“I thought you were going to make me buy some clothes and then take me home.” Justin was trying to calm down, not to be too upset but he wasn’t ready for a night away from the house, he wanted to be back in the studio, working, not wasting time in New York, he’d wasted enough time in New York in his life.
“Justin relax, you’ve been obsessing over your work for weeks, you deserve a couple days R & R”
“Brian, I don’t WANT to rest, or relax, I want to finish…”
“That fucking canvass, I know, it’s all you ever say these days, well guess what, for two days…”
Justin's eyes got wider and he opened his mouth to say something but Brian interrupted him.
“For two days, you will do nothing but relax in a great big bed, in a great big hotel, with your great big…Brian.”
Brian looked into his eyes, it wasn’t anger, he was seeing there, it was fear, why was Justin afraid to be away for two days, in a hotel, with him. Which part of that made him scared, or was it all of it? Brian was determined however to pamper Justin for a couple of days, weather he liked it or not. Justin would laze about in bed, eating, and sleeping, and fucking and NOT driving himself to the point of exhaustion working on a painting of that fucking scarf.
Justin smiled, although Brian noticed that it wasn’t his normal 1000 megawatt version, but it would do for now.
Justin tried to smile, tried to seem okay with it, he should be thrilled, he knew he should be thrilled, New York WITH Brian, which was the way he’d always wanted to be in New York. Being swept off on a romantic weekend was the kind of stuff that he used to dream about doing with Brian, and now that he was here, his ass still sore and mouth still bruised from the airport men’s room, Brian sitting next to him all he could think about was their bed at home, the studio, the paintings he had yet to finish. He was anxious, scared, nervous, fucking terrified, and he had no idea why.
He breathed deep the way they’d tried to teach him when he was first recovering from the bashing and would wake up with nightmares, or have sudden panic attacks, but those made sense. This one didn’t. He leaned his head on Brian’s shoulder. Brian threw his arm around Justin and pulled him close and Justin thought to himself “maybe it will be okay”
Brian paid the cab driver, and dealt with the hotel check in, all the while Justin simply clung to Brian's hand and tried to remember to breathe.
Brian kept glancing over at Justin; the kid had a death grip on his hand, and seemed to be physically attached to his arm. He hadn’t seen him act like this since those first few weeks after he’d gotten out of the hospital, when just walking down the street was an exercise in bravery. Brian was confused, had something happened in New York that Justin hadn’t told him about.
He felt the bile rising and tried to get the thought out of his head. “If something had happened, if someone had hurt him, he’d have told me” Brian told himself. We’ve been honest with each other since we got back.
He looked at Justin. “Do you want me to find a different hotel?”
Justin looked at him blankly “what? No. Why?”
“Never mind” Brian said and took the two key cards from the guy at the front desk.
“Top floor” Justin said, “swanky”
“Only the best”
“Of course”
Brian opened the door to the room, Justin seemed a little more relaxed, and even more so once he’d shut the door behind them.
Suddenly Justin was all over him. “Brian, thank you, this place is beautiful.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I’d do anything for you?”
Justin wrinkled his nose and looked at him thoughtfully, “at least a half a dozen more”
Brian laughed and backed the playful blonde onto the bed; leaning over him he started kissing his neck.
It was several hours later before either one of them was able to concentrate on anything but bare flesh and extraordinary sensations
. They were in their favorite post coital position Brian on his back; Justin curled against him, head on his chest. It calmed Justin to hear Brian's steady heartbeat in his ear; it was one of the things he missed most when Brian wasn’t around.
Brian reached out to the folder on the nightstand “room service?
“Mmmmmm” Justin moaned, "food".
Brian let out a deep breath, he hadn’t heard Justin actually express an interest in food in so long, but he had been right, all he needed was some rest and a change of scenery.
They ordered and lay back down, both too exhausted to do much more than brush a hand idly through the others hair, or make lazy circles against the bare skin of the others shoulder. It was a companionable, comfortable silence, which lead to a companionable comfortable light doze.
They awoke when the food arrived, Brian signed for it, and they sat and ate in bed. Brian watched Justin, trying not to make an issue of it, but he was soon relieved. No food issues, the kid was back to eating everything in sight. He finished his steak, and fries, and then went to work on Brian's shrimp.
It was only five pm when they were finished dinner, and they discussed the concept of going out, and realized that the discussion was more effort than was ready to give let alone actually dressing and leaving. And so they lay back, all appetites sated, and the lazy doze became REM sleep for them both.
It was hours later that Justin awoke in a panic, sitting bolt upright, he thought he might be having a heart attack. He was sweating and couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He got up and made it to the bathroom just in time to revisit everything he’d eaten for dinner. He took a moment, splashing his face with cold water and then returned to bed, sliding in quietly.
Brian felt him leave the bed, and heard the sounds of him losing his dinner; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When Justin returned to bed, he pulled him close again, feeling the cold clamminess of his skin. Justin pulled away, “Brian, I’m not feeling to well, give me a minute okay?”
“Sure, you alright?”
“Yeah, just bad shrimp or something”
“I had the shrimp I’m fine”
“I’ll be okay”
Brian put his hand flat against Justin's back, the kid was breathing fast and his heart was racing, he pulled him back towards him again, wanting to hold him, to comfort him.
“Justin, you’re heart’s going faster than the back beat at Babylon, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just a little night terror, I guess, my body isn’t used to this much food and this much rest these days” Justin tried to smile, to make it sound light.
“Well, we’ll have to work on that, you should always be used to the good life”
“ Ugh,” Justin groaned, “that is so corny”
Brian smiled “you’re right, I’m sorry, we’ll continue the haunted starving artist routine for as long as you’d like, but once in a while, can we come back and visit the corny world with room service and great big soft beds?”
“Sure” Justin replied, glad this wasn’t going to become a big drama thing. “I’m just really tired, maybe I did work myself a little too hard”
“Shhhh, go to sleep sonny-boy” Brian soothed as he stroked Justin's hair.
Brian awoke to the sun and the unmistakable sound of New York coming up from 11 stories down. It’s odd how no amount of soundproofing can block that noise he thought randomly. He got up and glanced over at Justin, who was still sound asleep, he closed the blinds and returned to bed.
Justin made a soft groan in his sleep and rolled over, Brian had returned Just in time as the blond found his favorite spot to drool and planted his head, his arm casually thrown across Brian's chest, leg now entangled with Brian's. Brian lay back and closed his eyes, it was only six in the morning, they had plenty of time.
By ten Justin was awake, stretching and looking slightly apologetic for the drool on Brian's shoulder.
“Good morning”
“Is it morning?” Justin asked
“Yes it is, you slept for a long time”
“Christ I was exhausted”
“Which is what I was trying to tell you”
“Okay, you’re dying for it, so here it is. You, Brian Aiden Kinney, Were Right.”
Brian smiled, “if you would just accept that from the start, things would be much easier”
“You’re not always right you know” Justin said
“Don’t ruin this moment”
Justin just smiled, you know, there’s a Jacuzzi in there, his head nodding towards the bathroom.
“Really?” Brian's cocked and eyebrow
“Really” Justin said, nodding knowingly
“Well, we’ll just have to forgo our morning shower I suppose.
Justin pretended to pout
“Don’t worry sunshine, I’m sure we’ll find SOMETHING to do in that big ole’ tub”
Justin laughed, and they both headed into the bathroom, it was noon before they actually got out of the hotel.
They stopped and got a couple of bagels and Brian hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take them to Barney’s.
“So what’s so great about this place anyway?” Justin asked
“You’ll see”
Justin made a face; “you know I hate clothes shopping.”
Brian dropped his head in his hands in despair, “and you said you were working on being the best homosexual you could be.”
“I am, but I don’t see the point in spending so much time shopping, and thinking about shopping”
Brian just shook his head, “well, I’ll have to teach you, and here I thought I’d already taught you everything you needed to know”
Justin blushed and Brian bit his earlobe, and then whispered, “Besides, have you ever been blown in the leather department, everything smelling like fine leather and expensive shoes?”
Justin laughed out loud “oh my god, I never knew you and Emmett had so much in common”
“Take that back” Brian said, his eyes dark, but his smile gave him away
“No, I think this could work, you and Emmett will be a beautiful couple, you’re both so…tall”
Brian found the sweet spot on Justin's ribs, the spot that was so ticklish he avoided it on the occasions when girlish screams and giggles weren’t what he was going for. Today, he showed no mercy “Take it back.”
“Brian stop.” Justin squealed, giggling uncontrollably.
“Take it back.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, breathing hard and wiping the tears from his eyes “you and Emmett would not make a perfect couple… he’s far to butch for you.” And with that Brian attacked him fully, laying him out in the back of the cab and pressing his body against Justin's, tickling his ribs and feeling him writhe beneath him. He leaned down to kiss the boy and Justin leaned up to kiss him back, when Brian lifted his head he whispered “so who’s too butch for whom?”
Justin kissed him again, “you’re very butch, almost as butch as Melanie.”
Brian laughed, and sat up, just as the cab came to a halt in front of Barney’s.
They were greeted by Alfonse, a pretentious and tiny man, who while annoying and snobbish, also had impeccable taste and had been helping Brian for years, especially when new items came in that Brian wouldn’t have the time to get to see, he often trusted Alfonse just to ship him the cream of the new line. Alfonse was Brian’s secret weapon in his ability to always look amazing.
“Mr. Kinney, this is the friend you’re helping?”
“Yeah, this is Justin, he looks like shit, we need to fix that.” Although Alfonse always stayed formal and supercilious, Brian never understood the need as a customer to remain the same.
“Brian” Justin said, “I don’t look like shit”
“You look like a starving artist”
“I was”
“You were never starving”
“What are we arguing about”?
“I promise you I have no idea, we’re here to buy you clothes, so go over there… He pointed to the three way mirror in the private dressing room, and Alfonse and I will tell you what to wear.”
Justin pouted and dragged his feet to the dressing area, bored already.
Alfonse took Brian to a rack where he had set aside some items he thought might be appropriate for the boy. Brian pointed to a few, and showed an obvious dislike for some others.
When he brought the first outfit over, Justin looked at him with a pout too similar to Gus’s to be overlooked.
He leaned in and bit at Justin's pouting bottom lip. “You see” he began, “the key to dressing well, is planning and the key to shopping is to make the planning part interesting. For example, what do you think of these?”
Justin Shrugged “look like pants”
“Yes, but feel them”
Justin looked at him as though he might be a bit insane, but reached out to feel the pants. Justin shrugged again “they’re soft”
“Right, you see, now, imagine, if you will, that we’re at a dinner party at say, Michael and Ben’s, and you’re wearing these very soft pants, now imagine that you’re not wearing any underwear, and that my hand is marveling at the softness of said garment.” Brian was now suggestively rubbing the fly and crotch area of the pants, which were still on their hanger.
He glanced down and was amazed to find that Justin was actually responding to his sales pitch. He watched the boy shift in his chair and smiled. Now try them on, with this shirt, that, you may notice, has many tiny buttons which means that while it is a stylish and attractive garment, you will most likely have to remove it over your head in the bathroom so that I can get to your nipples more readily”
Justin grabbed the clothes from Brian, eager now to try them on. Brian smiled evilly; he hadn’t even introduced him to belts and ties yet.
The day went on like that, Alfonse showing Brian collections or pieces of them, Brian making lascivious comments to Justin about how and when and where he might remove said garments, and Justin looking amazing in almost everything, due to the fact that he was a well built young guy with amazing shoulders and a perfect ass.
It was well after five when they had finished with Alphonse. Justin thought he might pass out, Brian had been keeping him in a state of barely controlled arousal all day, and he had tried on what felt like half the store. A tailor came in to take Justin's measurements so that everything could be fitted to him, and Justin did everything in his power to talk himself down from the seemingly day long hard on he’d had. The tailor, ever the professional, ignored it, and made his notes quickly and efficiently.
The clothes would be delivered to the house in Pittsburgh next week, after the alterations had been done, but Brian still had a few things he felt Justin needed.
Before they left the store Justin had an entirely new casual wardrobe as well, jeans that fit, shirts that skimmed his waist and brought out the blue in his eyes, belts that didn’t “look like he cut them out of an old tire” as Brian so eloquently stated, and shoes, more shoes than he needed. He didn’t understand the shoes but he let Brian have his fun.
Boots, brown, black, lighter brown, loafers, lace ups, he wore sneakers, all the time, what the hell did he need seven pairs of shoes for? He figured he’d never actually have to wear them, and picked his battles.
Ties. He hated ties. He’d worn a tie every day for years at St. James Academy, and he’d vowed once he got into art school he’d never wear a tie again, and rarely did, but Brian insisted on ties. Justin got quiet while Brian was picking them out.
Finally, he just broke down, tired, and very much in need of a good blow job, he grabbed Brian at the tie stand and kissed him hard, then twisting Brian's shirt around his neck until he could feel it tighten he said “I wore a tie for years at that stupid school, I’m an artist, not a fucking MBA from Dartmouth, I’m not wearing a fucking tie”
Brian was surprised, not by the kiss, although Justin was sometimes hesitant about Public displays of affection away from Liberty Avenue, but when he felt him stretching and pulling at his shirt he started to get aggravated. When the shirt actually began choking him he got downright angry, and when he looked at the anger matching his in Justin's eyes, and heard him growl about not having gone to Dartmouth he understood, and dropped the tie issue.
The kid had given up a lot, granted he had given it up for the right reasons, but he was right, he didn’t have to wear a tie if he didn’t want to.
Brian pulled back away from him and straightened out his shirt.
“Fine, so no fucking ties. How do you feel about sweaters?
Justin laughed, “I have no dilemmas, moral or otherwise regarding sweaters, but I hate wool, it’s itchy.”
They moved on.
By the time they got back to the hotel, loaded down with shopping bags, and a brand new suitcase to get all the stuff home in, they were both hungry, horny and tired, they discussed in the cab which took precedence. And were happy to come to the same conclusion, horny first, then hungry, then tired.
And so once the bellman had delivered all of the new purchases into their room and been tipped well, they were both dying to take another swim in the Jacuzzi. Both had fingers resembling prunes by the time they re emerged, but they had crossed item number one off their list.
Brian ordered room service again, this time opting for lighter fare, hoping Justin could keep it down.
Justin sat down in front of the bed and turned on the TV, he was flipping through the channels when he landed on male figure skating championships.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Brian said
“I love this” Justin replied, “look at them, so graceful so strong”
“Such big baskets” Brian added
Justin looked at him, standing naked next to the bed. His blue eyes darkened and he crawled across the floor towards Brian, moving slowly but deliberately, never taking his eyes off of Brian's cock which, he noticed to his deep satisfaction began to twitch as he approached, before he even touched it.
He was holding on to the small of Brian's back now, taking small childlike licks at it, as if it were a melting ice cream cone, but there was nothing soft or melting about it now. Justin still refused to take it into his mouth for a few more moments, licking at it, and then moving away, kissing the soft hair above it, running his tongue quickly along Brian's balls, until he heard Brian groan. Success. Brian's head was back, his mouth open and Justin put two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them completely, and then took Brian's cock entirely into his mouth, at the same time his fingers found their way between Brian's ass cheeks and he heard Brian moan again. Justin began pumping, both at once, as his fingers went in his mouth pulled back.
Brian wasn’t surprised that Justin was ready for another go already, the kid was always up for it, well, unless he was working in the studio, but this was…and then he stopped thinking completely.
Each time Justin thrust his fingers into Brian's ass and pulled them out he wanted more, wanted to push back on them, but then he’d be removing his cock from that lovely hot and sweet mouth, he finally just gave in and surrendered control to Justin, who was astounding Brian again with his formidable talent. He groaned, and Justin groaned as well, sending the vibrations from the head of his cock to the base. When Justin felt him twitch again the kid actually started humming, just vibrating his throat, all the while pumping two fingers in and out of his ass until Brian could hold out no longer and he came down Justin’s throat, his knees almost giving out from the sensation.
Justin continued to pump his fingers into him while he came, making this climax last longer than he thought he could take. When it was finally over he realized that Justin had spontaneously come. He fell onto the bed, mind blown.
Justin returned to his spot at the end of the bed on the floor and watched the next competitor in the men’s long program, with a very satisfied smile on his face.
“So what time does the plane leave tomorrow?”
”Not ‘til around three in the afternoon” Brian croaked, his voice still raspy from the amount of gasping he’d just done.
Can we go to Renton’s gallery, I should probably check in.
“Yeah sure” Brian said unable to process any information at the moment.
Justin answered the door when the food came, and they ate in companionable silence, although Brian noticed that Justin wasn’t eating a whole lot, he was eating, and he seemed to be doing better.
They fell asleep with the TV on, and didn’t awake until ten the next morning.
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