"Dog Days" 12 - Finale
Back at the loft.
By Gaedhal
http://www.fortruthis.net/gaelmcgear/angelstreampage.html
Pittsburgh, August 2005
Brian was sitting at his computer when Justin came bursting into the loft.
"Jesus!" Brian laughed. "Who's chasing you?"
But he stopped laughing when he saw the look on Justin's face. Brian stood up and walked over to him, putting his arms around Justin's neck. And Justin hugged Brian back. Hugged him hard.
"I'm okay." Justin took a deep breath. He needed to steady himself. Act normal, he told himself. Don't let Brian know you're scared. "Really."
But Brian frowned. "You don't look okay. Did you have a problem with the Jeep?"
Justin shook his head. "No. It's fine. Everything's fine." But he didn't relinquish his hold on his lover. "I brought home lemon squares. From the diner."
"Where are they?" Brian asked. Justin didn't have anything in his hands.
"I...." Justin was at a loss. "I guess I left them in the Jeep. Sorry. I'll go back down and get them."
"Forget it," said Brian. "We can get them later."
He led Justin over to the sofa and sat him down on it, easing himself next to him. Then Brian waited. But Justin didn't say a word.
"Was it busy tonight?" Brian asked. He could feel Justin trembling slightly.
"Yes," said Justin. His heart was still pounding. "I was running all evening. It was crazy."
"Maybe it would be better for you to go back on the lunch shift," Brian said carefully. He knew that Justin was proud of the money he was making at the restaurant -- and of the contribution he was making toward their expenses.
"I can't," Justin said firmly. "My two classes at CMU are both during the day. I can't work and go to class at the same time. Besides, I'm making more on the dinner shift."
"I'll be going back to work soon," said Brian. "Sooner -- if Gardner comes to his senses."
"Is that why you're on the internet, checking out ad agencies in other cities?" Justin asked.
Brian bit at his lower lip. "I want to know all of my options. Just in case."
"Will we have to leave Pittsburgh?" There, thought Justin. I've finally said it out loud.
Brian couldn't lie to Justin. Not about this. "Maybe." He paused. Truth was the best way to go. "Probably."
"I don't care," Justin maintained. "If we have to go, it's all right."
"What about your mom?" said Brian. "And your classes?"
"I haven't even started my art classes!" said Justin. "And Mom... she'll have to deal with it. After all, I was at Dartmouth for four years. People leave home all the time. They go to school, or get jobs, and they move away. But it would be sad to be far away from Gus."
"I know," Brian whispered. "But we could come back to see him. And he could visit us. Wherever we end up."
It was hot in the loft -- Brian had the windows wide open and the white gauze curtains swayed in the faint breeze -- but Justin shivered. If they left Pittsburgh it really would be just the two of them. But that didn't matter. Not as long as they were together.
"Brian?" Justin murmured.
"What?" Brian knew that something had spooked Justin. He wanted to force it out of him, but he couldn't. He wasn't Justin's fucking father. He wasn't his keeper. Justin was a grown man. "You can tell me. What happened tonight?"
Justin hesitated. He didn't want to make more of his encounter with the cops than it was. But he also didn't want to pretend it never happened.
"It was nothing. I got stopped on Liberty Avenue. Two cops asked to see my ID."
Brian tensed. The fucking cops! Stockwell's Stormtroopers! It was one thing to arrest him -- he'd been breaking the law, after all -- but another thing to harass Justin, who had only been walking down a public street. Picking up fucking lemon squares at a diner!
"Is that all?" Brian demanded. "Nothing more?"
"No," said Justin slowly. "Nothing more."
"I'd like to kill those fuckers," Brian breathed. "The self-righteous bastards!"
"Nothing happened!" Justin insisted. "I'm okay. They only stopped me. That's all." Justin got up from the sofa. "I better go down and get the lemon squares. And I also left my gym bag in the Jeep. I need to wash my shirt. I spilled sauce all over it."
"You can get them tomorrow," said Brian, standing and stretching. "It's late."
He took Justin by the hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Up the steps. Over to the bed.
"I should take a shower," Justin whispered. "I'm all sweaty. And I smell like grease and tomato sauce."
"You can take a shower in the morning." Brian pulled Justin's rugby shirt over his head. "I like the smell of grease and tomato sauce. And the taste of it." Brian trailed his tongue down the side of Justin's neck. "That's good. Basil, with a hint of oregano. And garlic. Plenty of garlic. The special tonight must have been Chicken Parmesan."
"Close," said Justin. "Chicken Cacciatore. With green beans and a side salad."
"Even better." Brian pushed Justin back on the bed and pulled down his jeans and briefs, tossing them on the floor. Then he went down on Justin's cock, sucking it deep into his soft mouth. Brian was an expert at sucking cock. He'd been doing it since he was 14 years old and he knew the power that he had over a man when he had total control over his dick.
But Brian also knew that his reputation on Liberty Avenue was as the ultimate top. He'd never once gone to his knees in the backroom at Babylon. And there was no one in Pittsburgh who could claim, "I topped Brian Kinney!" Yes, he sucked cock. Yes, he'd been fucked. But not in public. And not in the Pitts. With one important exception....
Justin wasn't very tall. And he had slender hips and not much of a chest. But he had the cock of a man twice his size. Brian had been surprised the first time he'd taken it out, that Christmas Eve not so very long ago. Surprised at the thickness of it. Surprised that this prime young dick had never been touched. Never been sucked. It excited him that he'd be the first. This was his -- and his alone. Brian had never felt that way before in his life. Sometimes he wondered what that meant.
"Brian!" Justin cried out. His fingers were entwined in Brian's dark hair. "I'm going to come!"
But Brian didn't pull back. He worked Justin's cock even harder, moving up and down faster. Come on. Come on.
Justin let out a strangled sigh as his cock jerked inside Brian's mouth, filling it with his warm come.
"That was good," Justin murmured. "So fucking good."
"Amazing," Brian smiled. He moved up next to Justin, their heads on the same large pillow.
"I love you," said Justin. Directly. Sincerely. What did he have to lose by telling his lover the truth? "I really do."
"Whatever happens, we're in this together. Right?" said Brian.
"Whatever happens," Justin repeated. "But nothing is going to happen. We're like Michael's superheroes. We're invincible! Aren't we, Brian? Aren't we?"
"Yes," said Brian, resting his head on Justin's chest. "Invincible. Forever."
And for that night, at least, it was true.
*FIN*
By Gaedhal
http://www.fortruthis.net/gaelmcgear/angelstreampage.html
Pittsburgh, August 2005
Brian was sitting at his computer when Justin came bursting into the loft.
"Jesus!" Brian laughed. "Who's chasing you?"
But he stopped laughing when he saw the look on Justin's face. Brian stood up and walked over to him, putting his arms around Justin's neck. And Justin hugged Brian back. Hugged him hard.
"I'm okay." Justin took a deep breath. He needed to steady himself. Act normal, he told himself. Don't let Brian know you're scared. "Really."
But Brian frowned. "You don't look okay. Did you have a problem with the Jeep?"
Justin shook his head. "No. It's fine. Everything's fine." But he didn't relinquish his hold on his lover. "I brought home lemon squares. From the diner."
"Where are they?" Brian asked. Justin didn't have anything in his hands.
"I...." Justin was at a loss. "I guess I left them in the Jeep. Sorry. I'll go back down and get them."
"Forget it," said Brian. "We can get them later."
He led Justin over to the sofa and sat him down on it, easing himself next to him. Then Brian waited. But Justin didn't say a word.
"Was it busy tonight?" Brian asked. He could feel Justin trembling slightly.
"Yes," said Justin. His heart was still pounding. "I was running all evening. It was crazy."
"Maybe it would be better for you to go back on the lunch shift," Brian said carefully. He knew that Justin was proud of the money he was making at the restaurant -- and of the contribution he was making toward their expenses.
"I can't," Justin said firmly. "My two classes at CMU are both during the day. I can't work and go to class at the same time. Besides, I'm making more on the dinner shift."
"I'll be going back to work soon," said Brian. "Sooner -- if Gardner comes to his senses."
"Is that why you're on the internet, checking out ad agencies in other cities?" Justin asked.
Brian bit at his lower lip. "I want to know all of my options. Just in case."
"Will we have to leave Pittsburgh?" There, thought Justin. I've finally said it out loud.
Brian couldn't lie to Justin. Not about this. "Maybe." He paused. Truth was the best way to go. "Probably."
"I don't care," Justin maintained. "If we have to go, it's all right."
"What about your mom?" said Brian. "And your classes?"
"I haven't even started my art classes!" said Justin. "And Mom... she'll have to deal with it. After all, I was at Dartmouth for four years. People leave home all the time. They go to school, or get jobs, and they move away. But it would be sad to be far away from Gus."
"I know," Brian whispered. "But we could come back to see him. And he could visit us. Wherever we end up."
It was hot in the loft -- Brian had the windows wide open and the white gauze curtains swayed in the faint breeze -- but Justin shivered. If they left Pittsburgh it really would be just the two of them. But that didn't matter. Not as long as they were together.
"Brian?" Justin murmured.
"What?" Brian knew that something had spooked Justin. He wanted to force it out of him, but he couldn't. He wasn't Justin's fucking father. He wasn't his keeper. Justin was a grown man. "You can tell me. What happened tonight?"
Justin hesitated. He didn't want to make more of his encounter with the cops than it was. But he also didn't want to pretend it never happened.
"It was nothing. I got stopped on Liberty Avenue. Two cops asked to see my ID."
Brian tensed. The fucking cops! Stockwell's Stormtroopers! It was one thing to arrest him -- he'd been breaking the law, after all -- but another thing to harass Justin, who had only been walking down a public street. Picking up fucking lemon squares at a diner!
"Is that all?" Brian demanded. "Nothing more?"
"No," said Justin slowly. "Nothing more."
"I'd like to kill those fuckers," Brian breathed. "The self-righteous bastards!"
"Nothing happened!" Justin insisted. "I'm okay. They only stopped me. That's all." Justin got up from the sofa. "I better go down and get the lemon squares. And I also left my gym bag in the Jeep. I need to wash my shirt. I spilled sauce all over it."
"You can get them tomorrow," said Brian, standing and stretching. "It's late."
He took Justin by the hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Up the steps. Over to the bed.
"I should take a shower," Justin whispered. "I'm all sweaty. And I smell like grease and tomato sauce."
"You can take a shower in the morning." Brian pulled Justin's rugby shirt over his head. "I like the smell of grease and tomato sauce. And the taste of it." Brian trailed his tongue down the side of Justin's neck. "That's good. Basil, with a hint of oregano. And garlic. Plenty of garlic. The special tonight must have been Chicken Parmesan."
"Close," said Justin. "Chicken Cacciatore. With green beans and a side salad."
"Even better." Brian pushed Justin back on the bed and pulled down his jeans and briefs, tossing them on the floor. Then he went down on Justin's cock, sucking it deep into his soft mouth. Brian was an expert at sucking cock. He'd been doing it since he was 14 years old and he knew the power that he had over a man when he had total control over his dick.
But Brian also knew that his reputation on Liberty Avenue was as the ultimate top. He'd never once gone to his knees in the backroom at Babylon. And there was no one in Pittsburgh who could claim, "I topped Brian Kinney!" Yes, he sucked cock. Yes, he'd been fucked. But not in public. And not in the Pitts. With one important exception....
Justin wasn't very tall. And he had slender hips and not much of a chest. But he had the cock of a man twice his size. Brian had been surprised the first time he'd taken it out, that Christmas Eve not so very long ago. Surprised at the thickness of it. Surprised that this prime young dick had never been touched. Never been sucked. It excited him that he'd be the first. This was his -- and his alone. Brian had never felt that way before in his life. Sometimes he wondered what that meant.
"Brian!" Justin cried out. His fingers were entwined in Brian's dark hair. "I'm going to come!"
But Brian didn't pull back. He worked Justin's cock even harder, moving up and down faster. Come on. Come on.
Justin let out a strangled sigh as his cock jerked inside Brian's mouth, filling it with his warm come.
"That was good," Justin murmured. "So fucking good."
"Amazing," Brian smiled. He moved up next to Justin, their heads on the same large pillow.
"I love you," said Justin. Directly. Sincerely. What did he have to lose by telling his lover the truth? "I really do."
"Whatever happens, we're in this together. Right?" said Brian.
"Whatever happens," Justin repeated. "But nothing is going to happen. We're like Michael's superheroes. We're invincible! Aren't we, Brian? Aren't we?"
"Yes," said Brian, resting his head on Justin's chest. "Invincible. Forever."
And for that night, at least, it was true.
*FIN*