Fic: Unleashed part 4
FOUR
Justin wasn’t quite sure why he ended up at Brian’s after work, his feet seemed to take him there of their own volition. He pressed the buzzer he was sure was connected to Brian’s apartment and waited.
“Who is it?”
Justin leant forward and spoke into the small contraption, not sure if he was doing it entirely right. “It’s Justin.”
He must have done something right because the door unlocked and he made his way upstairs. Brian opened the door to him and held a peaceful Gus in his arms.
“The munchers wanted a couple of hours to munch, so I got left to baby sit.”
“He’s your son isn’t he?” Brian nodded. “Then it can’t be called baby sitting. You can’t baby sit your own child.”
“You have a strange outlook on life.” Gus started to stir, his little body tensing and his face screwing up as he started to cry. “Fuck, he wants his bottle. Can you…” Brian held out the baby to Justin.
Justin stepped back quickly, panic set in, but he was unsure why. He put his arms behind his back and shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can, just while I heat up his milk.”
“I might drop him.” He saw a tiny blond baby in his mind, heard her crying, saw her in his arms, so still, wrapped in a little blanket that he used to carry everywhere with him. He tried to explore the memory, but couldn’t remember any more, he didn’t know what it meant, only that it was bad, he’d been bad. “Please, don’t make me hold him.”
Justin had gone a sickly pale and Brian backed off, placing Gus back in his carrier. “No worries, I remember being nervous holding him for the first time too.”
“Can I sketch you?” Justin asked, distracting Brian and himself of the reasons he wouldn’t hold Gus.
Brian raised an eyebrow as he tested the bottle.
“I tried to sketch you last night, but I couldn’t get it right.”
“Do you want my clothes on, or off?” He rolled his tongue into the side of his mouth, gave Justin his all famous smirk, which was only slightly blighted by the very domestic scene he presented.
“I don’t think you need to take your clothes off for me to sketch you.”
Brian sighed, the boy was definitely naïve, and should definitely be off the market, but he was so different to the men he usually fucked, he was even different to the people he was friends with. Unique wasn’t the word.
He found himself wanting to know more about him, wondered about his past and what had happened to make him like his was…so innocent, and yet so-tired.
Gus grumbled from his car seat and Brian picked him up, went to sit in the living room and started to feed him. It was strange, how much he loved him, he didn’t think he would, not until he was born anyway.
Justin was right about one thing though, it wasn’t baby sitting.
Justin sat opposite him, the sketchbook Lindsey had given him resting on his knees, and soon a look of pure concentration passed over his face. It was definitely much easier to draw Brian while he was sat in front of him.
He quickly broke up Brian’s body shape into circles and sausages, drawing in layers as the books had told him. Slowly he built up the picture, adding sure lines and shading.
For some reason he loved to draw Brian, couldn’t get enough of looking at the man, committing his face to memory and then to paper. He had never noticed anyone the way he noticed Brian.
Justin carried on sketching as Lindsey entered, barely hearing her voice. He only broke his concentration when Brian stood up. He blinked, his large blue eyes eventually focusing on Lindsey. “Hey, Lindz.”
“Hi sweetie, you seemed engrossed there. Can I see?”
He nodded and handed the pad over to her. “This is brilliant, Justin, are you sure you’ve had no formal training?”
“No, I never went to school.”
“Well, I think you should, you’re good now, but with training I think you’d be amazing. You could take some art classes at college.”
Justin bit his lip, shredding the skin with his teeth. “I don’t know…don’t you need qualifications for college?”
“Yes, but I thought you were home schooled, you should have qualifications, or be close to completing, right?”
Justin shrugged, and pulled his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t think it was that kind of schooling.”
“Fuck, Lindz, stop badgering the kid, and take your own kid home.” He put the baby in her arms and she rolled her eyes at him.
“I was only asking.”
“Well, stop asking.”
“Fine, fine. I’m taking Gus home. Take care, Brian, see you tomorrow.” She stood on tip toes and gave him an affectionate kiss on the lips, then leant down to Justin, pressing her mouth to his cheek.
Justin froze, then relaxed, he still wasn’t used to the open affection everyone showed each other here.
With Lindsey gone, Brian glanced over at Justin’s sketch, trying to look as casual as he could. “That is pretty good, but how could it not be with me as the subject?”
Justin laughed and relaxed his form, lounging back on the sofa. “You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”
Brian flopped down next to him, banging his shoulder as he did so. “Well, someone has to.” He turned sideways and smirked.
“I think highly of you.” He traced a finger along Brian’s lips, shocked at how bold he was been. He couldn’t seem to help himself, it was such a good feeling to be a part of something, to have people talk to him, touch him and hug him, make him feel good.
“Would you kiss me?”
Brian groaned as the words spoke right to his cock. No one asked to be kissed anymore, it was another reason why he shouldn’t. The reasons kept mounting up, and yet he couldn’t stop his lips descending on Justin’s, couldn’t stop his hands tangling in the long silken strands of his hair and couldn’t stop the moan ripping from his throat as Justin’s hands tentatively touched his jaw line.
Justin turned in Brian’s arms, never breaking their kiss, he climbed into the older man’s lap and felt the bulge in Brian’s pants, which matched his own. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one it happened to.
He was shocked when Brian brushed his palm over his cotton covered cock and stilled against Brian’s lips. He pulled back and looked into Brian’s dilated eyes, the older man cupped Justin’s erection in his hand, fingers massaging his balls as best he could through the fabric.
Justin groaned and pressed himself closer. He hadn’t felt this way when Chris touched him. With him he had felt a sickening kind of pleasure, a kind of good tainted by something, he wasn’t quite sure what, he only knew he never wanted to feel it again.
Brian’s touch was different; there was no sickness there, just something exciting boiling in the bit of his stomach, sending electric currents to his dick whenever Brian moved his hand.
“This is meant to feel good, right?” Justin panted.
Brian smirked and undid the zipper to Justin’s cargo pants. “Oh yeah, it’s meant to feel good.”
He slipped his hand inside Justin’s boxers and grasped his naked cock, watching Justin’s face intently, he stroked him. His eyes turned a deep sky blue with passion and his pupils dilated with each touch, he licked his lips with his tongue and Brian’s own erection hardened.
“Oh, fuck…” Justin bit his lip hard, trying to ride out the pleasure, sure he’d never felt anything so intense in his whole life.
He felt a tingling sensation start deep down in his feet and as Brian brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He came in long, enthusiastic spurts, covering Brian’s hands and staining his pants.
“Wow.”
Brian laughed and kissed him again, pulling back and leaning his forehead against Justin’s. “Yeah, wow.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Do you want to?” Brian held his breath, hoping it was a yes, his erection was still throbbing painfully between them.
“Yes. I’ve never touched any body else before.”
Brian undid his pants, trying to ignore the warm feeling that last comment gave him. Justin stared at his straining cock with a look of awe and fear. He wrapped his hands around Justin’s gentle fingers and guided him to his cock.
Getting over his fear, Justin explored Brian’s cock with his fingers, trailing them up the length, swirling them around the tip and dipping them into the moisture beading there.
He couldn’t get enough of him, scooting back on Brian’s lap gave him a better view, he added his other hand, pulling his fingers through the coarse hair at the base, liking how they tickled his palm. He remembered some of the things Brian had done to him and copied his actions, grinning at Brian tipped his head back and moaned.
He grasped the shaft in one hand, adding slight pressure as he pumped, and with his other hand he felt below, feeling Brian’s sacs and exploring them. He’d never done this before; he wanted to touch everything, to feel every part of Brian.
Brian felt like an inexperienced school boy when he came, but luckily for him, Justin didn’t have anyone to compare him to.
He knew Justin wasn’t ready for sex, probably didn’t even know what gay fucking involved, but he had to have a taster, had to see the younger man without his clothes on, see his skin glistening in sweat and taste it on his tongue.
He pulled Justin’s tee-shirt over his head and stood him up long enough to push his pants down his legs. Brian felt himself get hard again. His skin was pale, and only a light green splattering was left of the bruising he had when Brian first met him.
His stomach was quivering and Brian placed his palm against it, ran his hand up his chest, over his nipples until they stood erect, then moved them upwards, to his neck, where the strange collar he wore still lay.
Justin lunged backwards when Brian touched it, stumbling slightly over his clothes. “Justin-.” Brian moved after him, holding his arm gently so he wouldn’t bolt.
“Just ignore it.” Justin didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to bring attention to it and what it was, what it made him do. He had a new life now, he just wanted to forget it all. His uncle, what he made him do and the strange visions that seemed to come and go, leaving him confused.
“Do you enjoy wearing it?” Brian fingered the cool metal again. Justin stepped back and shook his head. “Then why do you wear it?”
“Because I don’t like who I am when it’s taken off.”
“You don’t have to be that person anymore; you have a new life now.” And Brian wanted to see him completely naked, lying on his bed, silk sheets draped around him, legs open, waiting for him.
Justin clutched at Brian’s wrist, so tightly he was sure he would have red marks. “Promise?”
“Yeah, promise.”
Justin took in a deep breath and held it as Brian unclipped the collar and pulled it away, throwing it to the chair behind them. He let out the shaky breath when nothing bad seemed to happen, he just felt the gentle touch of Brian’s fingers as he touched the newly bared skin, scarred after so long behind the unfeeling collar.
Bending down, Brian pressed his lips to the scars, soothing them with his tongue, trying to take away all the bad experiences with pleasant ones. He may not know what happened to Justin, but he knew child abuse when he saw it, was subjected to it him self enough times.
He pressed his clothed body against Justin’s fully naked one, massaged his ass with one hand and ground his cock into Justin’s until he felt the younger man harden again. It took all of his self control to pull back, when all he wanted to do was turn Justin over and pound into him.
“Get dressed, I should take you home.”
Justin threw on his wrinkled t-shirt and stepped into his pants.
“You know, you could get GED, then go to art school…” Brian said as they made their way to his car.
The collar lay forgotten on the chair.
Justin wasn’t quite sure why he ended up at Brian’s after work, his feet seemed to take him there of their own volition. He pressed the buzzer he was sure was connected to Brian’s apartment and waited.
“Who is it?”
Justin leant forward and spoke into the small contraption, not sure if he was doing it entirely right. “It’s Justin.”
He must have done something right because the door unlocked and he made his way upstairs. Brian opened the door to him and held a peaceful Gus in his arms.
“The munchers wanted a couple of hours to munch, so I got left to baby sit.”
“He’s your son isn’t he?” Brian nodded. “Then it can’t be called baby sitting. You can’t baby sit your own child.”
“You have a strange outlook on life.” Gus started to stir, his little body tensing and his face screwing up as he started to cry. “Fuck, he wants his bottle. Can you…” Brian held out the baby to Justin.
Justin stepped back quickly, panic set in, but he was unsure why. He put his arms behind his back and shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can, just while I heat up his milk.”
“I might drop him.” He saw a tiny blond baby in his mind, heard her crying, saw her in his arms, so still, wrapped in a little blanket that he used to carry everywhere with him. He tried to explore the memory, but couldn’t remember any more, he didn’t know what it meant, only that it was bad, he’d been bad. “Please, don’t make me hold him.”
Justin had gone a sickly pale and Brian backed off, placing Gus back in his carrier. “No worries, I remember being nervous holding him for the first time too.”
“Can I sketch you?” Justin asked, distracting Brian and himself of the reasons he wouldn’t hold Gus.
Brian raised an eyebrow as he tested the bottle.
“I tried to sketch you last night, but I couldn’t get it right.”
“Do you want my clothes on, or off?” He rolled his tongue into the side of his mouth, gave Justin his all famous smirk, which was only slightly blighted by the very domestic scene he presented.
“I don’t think you need to take your clothes off for me to sketch you.”
Brian sighed, the boy was definitely naïve, and should definitely be off the market, but he was so different to the men he usually fucked, he was even different to the people he was friends with. Unique wasn’t the word.
He found himself wanting to know more about him, wondered about his past and what had happened to make him like his was…so innocent, and yet so-tired.
Gus grumbled from his car seat and Brian picked him up, went to sit in the living room and started to feed him. It was strange, how much he loved him, he didn’t think he would, not until he was born anyway.
Justin was right about one thing though, it wasn’t baby sitting.
Justin sat opposite him, the sketchbook Lindsey had given him resting on his knees, and soon a look of pure concentration passed over his face. It was definitely much easier to draw Brian while he was sat in front of him.
He quickly broke up Brian’s body shape into circles and sausages, drawing in layers as the books had told him. Slowly he built up the picture, adding sure lines and shading.
For some reason he loved to draw Brian, couldn’t get enough of looking at the man, committing his face to memory and then to paper. He had never noticed anyone the way he noticed Brian.
Justin carried on sketching as Lindsey entered, barely hearing her voice. He only broke his concentration when Brian stood up. He blinked, his large blue eyes eventually focusing on Lindsey. “Hey, Lindz.”
“Hi sweetie, you seemed engrossed there. Can I see?”
He nodded and handed the pad over to her. “This is brilliant, Justin, are you sure you’ve had no formal training?”
“No, I never went to school.”
“Well, I think you should, you’re good now, but with training I think you’d be amazing. You could take some art classes at college.”
Justin bit his lip, shredding the skin with his teeth. “I don’t know…don’t you need qualifications for college?”
“Yes, but I thought you were home schooled, you should have qualifications, or be close to completing, right?”
Justin shrugged, and pulled his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t think it was that kind of schooling.”
“Fuck, Lindz, stop badgering the kid, and take your own kid home.” He put the baby in her arms and she rolled her eyes at him.
“I was only asking.”
“Well, stop asking.”
“Fine, fine. I’m taking Gus home. Take care, Brian, see you tomorrow.” She stood on tip toes and gave him an affectionate kiss on the lips, then leant down to Justin, pressing her mouth to his cheek.
Justin froze, then relaxed, he still wasn’t used to the open affection everyone showed each other here.
With Lindsey gone, Brian glanced over at Justin’s sketch, trying to look as casual as he could. “That is pretty good, but how could it not be with me as the subject?”
Justin laughed and relaxed his form, lounging back on the sofa. “You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”
Brian flopped down next to him, banging his shoulder as he did so. “Well, someone has to.” He turned sideways and smirked.
“I think highly of you.” He traced a finger along Brian’s lips, shocked at how bold he was been. He couldn’t seem to help himself, it was such a good feeling to be a part of something, to have people talk to him, touch him and hug him, make him feel good.
“Would you kiss me?”
Brian groaned as the words spoke right to his cock. No one asked to be kissed anymore, it was another reason why he shouldn’t. The reasons kept mounting up, and yet he couldn’t stop his lips descending on Justin’s, couldn’t stop his hands tangling in the long silken strands of his hair and couldn’t stop the moan ripping from his throat as Justin’s hands tentatively touched his jaw line.
Justin turned in Brian’s arms, never breaking their kiss, he climbed into the older man’s lap and felt the bulge in Brian’s pants, which matched his own. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one it happened to.
He was shocked when Brian brushed his palm over his cotton covered cock and stilled against Brian’s lips. He pulled back and looked into Brian’s dilated eyes, the older man cupped Justin’s erection in his hand, fingers massaging his balls as best he could through the fabric.
Justin groaned and pressed himself closer. He hadn’t felt this way when Chris touched him. With him he had felt a sickening kind of pleasure, a kind of good tainted by something, he wasn’t quite sure what, he only knew he never wanted to feel it again.
Brian’s touch was different; there was no sickness there, just something exciting boiling in the bit of his stomach, sending electric currents to his dick whenever Brian moved his hand.
“This is meant to feel good, right?” Justin panted.
Brian smirked and undid the zipper to Justin’s cargo pants. “Oh yeah, it’s meant to feel good.”
He slipped his hand inside Justin’s boxers and grasped his naked cock, watching Justin’s face intently, he stroked him. His eyes turned a deep sky blue with passion and his pupils dilated with each touch, he licked his lips with his tongue and Brian’s own erection hardened.
“Oh, fuck…” Justin bit his lip hard, trying to ride out the pleasure, sure he’d never felt anything so intense in his whole life.
He felt a tingling sensation start deep down in his feet and as Brian brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He came in long, enthusiastic spurts, covering Brian’s hands and staining his pants.
“Wow.”
Brian laughed and kissed him again, pulling back and leaning his forehead against Justin’s. “Yeah, wow.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Do you want to?” Brian held his breath, hoping it was a yes, his erection was still throbbing painfully between them.
“Yes. I’ve never touched any body else before.”
Brian undid his pants, trying to ignore the warm feeling that last comment gave him. Justin stared at his straining cock with a look of awe and fear. He wrapped his hands around Justin’s gentle fingers and guided him to his cock.
Getting over his fear, Justin explored Brian’s cock with his fingers, trailing them up the length, swirling them around the tip and dipping them into the moisture beading there.
He couldn’t get enough of him, scooting back on Brian’s lap gave him a better view, he added his other hand, pulling his fingers through the coarse hair at the base, liking how they tickled his palm. He remembered some of the things Brian had done to him and copied his actions, grinning at Brian tipped his head back and moaned.
He grasped the shaft in one hand, adding slight pressure as he pumped, and with his other hand he felt below, feeling Brian’s sacs and exploring them. He’d never done this before; he wanted to touch everything, to feel every part of Brian.
Brian felt like an inexperienced school boy when he came, but luckily for him, Justin didn’t have anyone to compare him to.
He knew Justin wasn’t ready for sex, probably didn’t even know what gay fucking involved, but he had to have a taster, had to see the younger man without his clothes on, see his skin glistening in sweat and taste it on his tongue.
He pulled Justin’s tee-shirt over his head and stood him up long enough to push his pants down his legs. Brian felt himself get hard again. His skin was pale, and only a light green splattering was left of the bruising he had when Brian first met him.
His stomach was quivering and Brian placed his palm against it, ran his hand up his chest, over his nipples until they stood erect, then moved them upwards, to his neck, where the strange collar he wore still lay.
Justin lunged backwards when Brian touched it, stumbling slightly over his clothes. “Justin-.” Brian moved after him, holding his arm gently so he wouldn’t bolt.
“Just ignore it.” Justin didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to bring attention to it and what it was, what it made him do. He had a new life now, he just wanted to forget it all. His uncle, what he made him do and the strange visions that seemed to come and go, leaving him confused.
“Do you enjoy wearing it?” Brian fingered the cool metal again. Justin stepped back and shook his head. “Then why do you wear it?”
“Because I don’t like who I am when it’s taken off.”
“You don’t have to be that person anymore; you have a new life now.” And Brian wanted to see him completely naked, lying on his bed, silk sheets draped around him, legs open, waiting for him.
Justin clutched at Brian’s wrist, so tightly he was sure he would have red marks. “Promise?”
“Yeah, promise.”
Justin took in a deep breath and held it as Brian unclipped the collar and pulled it away, throwing it to the chair behind them. He let out the shaky breath when nothing bad seemed to happen, he just felt the gentle touch of Brian’s fingers as he touched the newly bared skin, scarred after so long behind the unfeeling collar.
Bending down, Brian pressed his lips to the scars, soothing them with his tongue, trying to take away all the bad experiences with pleasant ones. He may not know what happened to Justin, but he knew child abuse when he saw it, was subjected to it him self enough times.
He pressed his clothed body against Justin’s fully naked one, massaged his ass with one hand and ground his cock into Justin’s until he felt the younger man harden again. It took all of his self control to pull back, when all he wanted to do was turn Justin over and pound into him.
“Get dressed, I should take you home.”
Justin threw on his wrinkled t-shirt and stepped into his pants.
“You know, you could get GED, then go to art school…” Brian said as they made their way to his car.
The collar lay forgotten on the chair.