Fic: Unleashed part 6
I really haven't forgotten about MM, i'm just battling HUGE writers block right now:( the next chapter just wasn't flowing so i've scrapped it and started again, with a fresh idea, i'm hoping the muse finds it a better place to lounge now:)
SIX
Justin practically flew through his shift at the diner, unable to hide his grin, and he had an extra swagger to his walk. He couldn’t stop thinking about Brian and couldn’t contain his excitement when the other man had phoned the diner asking to speak to him.
He was off out to Babylon that night, and Brian was going to give him another lesson in dirty dancing, whatever that meant. He practically ran out of the diner when his shift ended, jogging back to Debbie’s to shower and get changed.
He had a limited number of clothes that his new friends had given him and a few things he’d picked up with his first pay check. He’d never had his own money before and he’d loved picking out his own clothes.
Slipping into a new pair of black jeans and simple light blue V-neck tee-shirt, he then spent most of his time brushing out his hair, and for the first time thought about having it cut, becoming a new person and being in control of every aspect of his life.
“You off out?” Vic asked as Justin sat down in the living room, waiting for Brian to pick him up.
He nodded, “yeah, Brian is taking me to Babylon.”
“You know, the others didn’t mean to hurt your feelings yesterday, don’t you? They just worry about you.”
“They don’t have to worry when I’m with Brian.” Justin didn’t understand why they were being so negative, if they were friends, they should be happy for them both.
“Brian didn’t have a good time growing up, he’s not the best when it comes to his feelings or admitting he likes someone.”
“Well, we should be fine together, then, shouldn’t we?” It was the closest he’d come to admitting to Vic he’d had an abusive childhood, and he wasn’t going to explain further.
He heard a horn honk and grinned. “That’s Brian. Catch you later, Vic.”
“Bye, Justin,” he called after him.
Justin jumped into Brian’s jeep and grinned, feeling very desirable when Brian looked him up and down appreciatively, taking in his tight jeans and soft tee-shirt. “You look hot,” was his opening greeting.
“So do you.” And he did, he looked dangerous dressed all in black, only his slightly tanned skin giving him any colour. Justin felt his cock rise and almost wished they were just going back to Brian’s to fuck. He wasn’t sure his ass could take it though, he could still feel the other man inside him, the burn that he’d hated so much at first, now driving him crazy for more.
Brian parked up and they bypassed the long line to Babylon, getting in straight away. The music washed over them and Brian grabbed Justin’s arm as he zigzagged through the crowd, towards the bar.
“I thought you two love birds would still be at Brian’s, fucking,” Emmett said as he made his way over to them. “I heard all about dinner at Deb’s, boy, do I wish I hadn’t had a party to plan that day!”
“Did you want to tell me what a bad idea it was too?” Justin asked dryly as Brian ignored them, ordering their drinks.
“Oh, honey, who am I to disagree with you? My philosophy is, grab pleasure while you can, you don’t know when it’ll run out.” He pressed a kiss to Justin’s cheek and squeezed Brian’s shoulder as he walked by. “Now I’m off to grab my own piece of pleasure, lure him back to my place, and let him fuck me senseless.”
Justin laughed as he took the beer Brian offered him. “I like him.”
“He’s alright.”
“So, are you going to teach me this dirty dancing?”
Brian grinned suggestively and placed his mostly full bottle on the bar, dragging Justin to the heaving dance floor and pulling him close.
They were pleasantly buzzing when they exited the club, both horny and wanting nothing more than to go back to Brian’s and fuck. Brian kissed the blond as they stumbled towards the car, uncaring as they bumped into someone.
“Hey, man!” the person protested.
Justin pulled away to apologise, but lost his voice as he saw who it was. He clutched at Brian so tightly the other man looked up from nuzzling his neck. “What’s wrong?”
Justin still couldn’t say anything.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I was right about the boss’ dog wasn’t I?”
“Fuck off.” Brian said, pulling Justin away.
The other man’s hand shot out and held onto Justin’s hand tightly. “I don’t think so. Your uncle has been very worried about you.”
“You know this guy?” Brian asked Justin, but he didn’t answer, he’d gone pale, and his eyes were resting with wariness on the newcomer.
“Of course he knows who I am, I look after him, precious nephew to Mayor Stockwell.”
Brian let go of Justin as if he’d been burned, his hazel eyes burning into Justin’s, pleading for him to protest, to say he was wrong, but he knew, from his awkward quietness that the stranger was telling the truth.
“Fuck, why the hell didn’t you tell us?” He stepped back, looking at Justin as if he didn’t know him, truly seeing him for the first time.
“I didn’t know…”
Brian laughed bitterly, he was such a fool. “Didn’t know you were nephew to that piece of scum?”
“I didn’t know who he was.” Justin wrapped his arms around himself, shocked at how such a wonderful evening could go down hill so quickly, scared at how Brian could turn on him in the space of a heartbeat.
“Were you just having a laugh at our expense? You came to Lindsey, let her care for you, and all this time you were Stockwell’s nephew.”
He couldn’t really think that, not after everything they’d been through, not after Brian had made love to him, been so gentle, kinder than anyone in his whole life had been. “I told you what happened, I told you about my uncle.” Justin reached for him, not only with words, but with his mind, body and soul, but Brian stepped out of his reach, leaving him alone.
“You didn’t tell me his name, did you leave it out on purpose? Is what you told me even true?”
“I doubt that,” the other man put in, “he’s a regular little liar, he is. He’s disturbed in the head, killed his sister when he was a kid, Jim took him in, looked after him when his own parents disowned him.”
Justin wanted to protest, to say it wasn’t true, but he couldn’t remember what had happened ten years ago and he wasn’t sure Brian would believe him even if he did know. He looked up from under his long lashes, quickly lowering his eyes again when Brian shot him a look that could make most quake in fear.
“Well, you can go back to your wonderful uncle now. Do me a favour, stay out of our lives.” Brian went to walk away and Justin ran after him, he had to make him understand. He grabbed hold of his arm, gripping on tightly. Surely the older man wouldn’t leave him with Chris, not after what he’d told him. They would work it out and he’d explain everything to Brian, and then everything would be alright.
“Please, don’t leave me with him.” Brian shrugged him off and carried on walking. “Don’t leave me with Chris!” Brian kept walking and didn’t look back.
Justin had never felt so alone as he watched the man he loved walk away from him. He’d never admitted it before, but he loved him. Justin felt tears spill out of his eyes as he watched Brian go, but managed to drag his eyes to Chris as the other man clutched his shoulder. “I’d do what he says, puppy. Unless you want Uncle Jim to hurt them.”
Justin stilled, fought the urge to call Brian again and again, until he came back and took him in his arms and kept him safe. He didn’t deserve the safeness of his arms; he’d taken enough from Brian and his family already.
“You can come back home with me.” He felt Justin’s bare neck. “I see you took the collar off, it’s OK, we have another one.” He steered Justin towards his car. Justin lowered his head, his eyes glazed over as he left his shattered heart on the sidewalk outside of Babylon.
Brian drove home like a maniac, the events sobering him up more than he would like. He reached his loft and the first thing he saw was the sketchbook Justin had left there.
He wanted to throw it against the wall, was going to, but couldn’t stop himself looking through it first, saw the first attempts at drawings and the wonderful sketch he’d done of him holding Gus.
Brian’s lip curled in distaste and he ripped the image from the pad, scrunching it up into a tight ball and throwing it at the wall, watching it bounces uselessly to the floor.
He paced for a while, trying to take everything in, make sense of it, before he sat at his computer and brought up all the files he could find on Stockwell and his family.
He ignored the worried feeling he felt for Justin, who was probably an accomplished liar and just annoyed he’d been found out so soon.
It looked like Justin was locked up in an institution after smothering his baby sister to death when he was seven years old. It didn’t take into account the reason he was out of the home though, Brian sighed, maybe he had been on a home visit and ran away.
He couldn’t believe all this time they had been looking after Stockwell’s nephew, he wasn’t sure if he should mention it to the others. After all, it looked like there was someone else being trained to take over when Stockwell retired.
He remembered Hunter’s comments about a ninja and shook his head, it was all gossip told to one hustler from another, there was no way…
Pushing himself away from the computer in disgust he picked up a full bottle of Beam and took it to bed with him, intending to get well and thoroughly drunk.
He woke up the next morning with Debbie shaking him. He groaned, swallowing down the vomit that hit the back of his throat. “Where the hell is Sunshine?” She demanded.
Brian wetted his lips. “He went home.”
“I’ve been up all night, he’s not there.”
“To his real home, we found a friend of his last night.” He pushed the niggling feeling at the back of his brain that protested in calling Chris a friend.
“And you let him go? You know what they did to him, Brian, they abused the kid, look at the scars on him!”
Brian rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “You know what I think? That he’s as psychotic as his uncle. That he had us all fooled and he’s probably having a good laugh right now.”
“What, the hell, makes you say that?”
“His uncle is none other than Jim Stockwell, Mayor of Pittsburgh.”
Debbie’s mouth dropped open and she fell to the sofa, the sofa he’d first touched Justin on, and leant her elbows on her knees. “It can’t be true.”
“I’m afraid it is.” He handed her the print outs he’d got from the computer and saw her face become pale as she read.
“Jesus Christ…killed his sister? We had him around Gus.”
“I know. But he’s gone now, so we can forget he ever existed. I need to shower, you can let yourself out.”
Brian wanted to wash the feel of Justin off his body, hoping against all hope that he could flush him out of his mind, and that unused place in his chest that had started to ache the moment he walked away.
SIX
Justin practically flew through his shift at the diner, unable to hide his grin, and he had an extra swagger to his walk. He couldn’t stop thinking about Brian and couldn’t contain his excitement when the other man had phoned the diner asking to speak to him.
He was off out to Babylon that night, and Brian was going to give him another lesson in dirty dancing, whatever that meant. He practically ran out of the diner when his shift ended, jogging back to Debbie’s to shower and get changed.
He had a limited number of clothes that his new friends had given him and a few things he’d picked up with his first pay check. He’d never had his own money before and he’d loved picking out his own clothes.
Slipping into a new pair of black jeans and simple light blue V-neck tee-shirt, he then spent most of his time brushing out his hair, and for the first time thought about having it cut, becoming a new person and being in control of every aspect of his life.
“You off out?” Vic asked as Justin sat down in the living room, waiting for Brian to pick him up.
He nodded, “yeah, Brian is taking me to Babylon.”
“You know, the others didn’t mean to hurt your feelings yesterday, don’t you? They just worry about you.”
“They don’t have to worry when I’m with Brian.” Justin didn’t understand why they were being so negative, if they were friends, they should be happy for them both.
“Brian didn’t have a good time growing up, he’s not the best when it comes to his feelings or admitting he likes someone.”
“Well, we should be fine together, then, shouldn’t we?” It was the closest he’d come to admitting to Vic he’d had an abusive childhood, and he wasn’t going to explain further.
He heard a horn honk and grinned. “That’s Brian. Catch you later, Vic.”
“Bye, Justin,” he called after him.
Justin jumped into Brian’s jeep and grinned, feeling very desirable when Brian looked him up and down appreciatively, taking in his tight jeans and soft tee-shirt. “You look hot,” was his opening greeting.
“So do you.” And he did, he looked dangerous dressed all in black, only his slightly tanned skin giving him any colour. Justin felt his cock rise and almost wished they were just going back to Brian’s to fuck. He wasn’t sure his ass could take it though, he could still feel the other man inside him, the burn that he’d hated so much at first, now driving him crazy for more.
Brian parked up and they bypassed the long line to Babylon, getting in straight away. The music washed over them and Brian grabbed Justin’s arm as he zigzagged through the crowd, towards the bar.
“I thought you two love birds would still be at Brian’s, fucking,” Emmett said as he made his way over to them. “I heard all about dinner at Deb’s, boy, do I wish I hadn’t had a party to plan that day!”
“Did you want to tell me what a bad idea it was too?” Justin asked dryly as Brian ignored them, ordering their drinks.
“Oh, honey, who am I to disagree with you? My philosophy is, grab pleasure while you can, you don’t know when it’ll run out.” He pressed a kiss to Justin’s cheek and squeezed Brian’s shoulder as he walked by. “Now I’m off to grab my own piece of pleasure, lure him back to my place, and let him fuck me senseless.”
Justin laughed as he took the beer Brian offered him. “I like him.”
“He’s alright.”
“So, are you going to teach me this dirty dancing?”
Brian grinned suggestively and placed his mostly full bottle on the bar, dragging Justin to the heaving dance floor and pulling him close.
They were pleasantly buzzing when they exited the club, both horny and wanting nothing more than to go back to Brian’s and fuck. Brian kissed the blond as they stumbled towards the car, uncaring as they bumped into someone.
“Hey, man!” the person protested.
Justin pulled away to apologise, but lost his voice as he saw who it was. He clutched at Brian so tightly the other man looked up from nuzzling his neck. “What’s wrong?”
Justin still couldn’t say anything.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I was right about the boss’ dog wasn’t I?”
“Fuck off.” Brian said, pulling Justin away.
The other man’s hand shot out and held onto Justin’s hand tightly. “I don’t think so. Your uncle has been very worried about you.”
“You know this guy?” Brian asked Justin, but he didn’t answer, he’d gone pale, and his eyes were resting with wariness on the newcomer.
“Of course he knows who I am, I look after him, precious nephew to Mayor Stockwell.”
Brian let go of Justin as if he’d been burned, his hazel eyes burning into Justin’s, pleading for him to protest, to say he was wrong, but he knew, from his awkward quietness that the stranger was telling the truth.
“Fuck, why the hell didn’t you tell us?” He stepped back, looking at Justin as if he didn’t know him, truly seeing him for the first time.
“I didn’t know…”
Brian laughed bitterly, he was such a fool. “Didn’t know you were nephew to that piece of scum?”
“I didn’t know who he was.” Justin wrapped his arms around himself, shocked at how such a wonderful evening could go down hill so quickly, scared at how Brian could turn on him in the space of a heartbeat.
“Were you just having a laugh at our expense? You came to Lindsey, let her care for you, and all this time you were Stockwell’s nephew.”
He couldn’t really think that, not after everything they’d been through, not after Brian had made love to him, been so gentle, kinder than anyone in his whole life had been. “I told you what happened, I told you about my uncle.” Justin reached for him, not only with words, but with his mind, body and soul, but Brian stepped out of his reach, leaving him alone.
“You didn’t tell me his name, did you leave it out on purpose? Is what you told me even true?”
“I doubt that,” the other man put in, “he’s a regular little liar, he is. He’s disturbed in the head, killed his sister when he was a kid, Jim took him in, looked after him when his own parents disowned him.”
Justin wanted to protest, to say it wasn’t true, but he couldn’t remember what had happened ten years ago and he wasn’t sure Brian would believe him even if he did know. He looked up from under his long lashes, quickly lowering his eyes again when Brian shot him a look that could make most quake in fear.
“Well, you can go back to your wonderful uncle now. Do me a favour, stay out of our lives.” Brian went to walk away and Justin ran after him, he had to make him understand. He grabbed hold of his arm, gripping on tightly. Surely the older man wouldn’t leave him with Chris, not after what he’d told him. They would work it out and he’d explain everything to Brian, and then everything would be alright.
“Please, don’t leave me with him.” Brian shrugged him off and carried on walking. “Don’t leave me with Chris!” Brian kept walking and didn’t look back.
Justin had never felt so alone as he watched the man he loved walk away from him. He’d never admitted it before, but he loved him. Justin felt tears spill out of his eyes as he watched Brian go, but managed to drag his eyes to Chris as the other man clutched his shoulder. “I’d do what he says, puppy. Unless you want Uncle Jim to hurt them.”
Justin stilled, fought the urge to call Brian again and again, until he came back and took him in his arms and kept him safe. He didn’t deserve the safeness of his arms; he’d taken enough from Brian and his family already.
“You can come back home with me.” He felt Justin’s bare neck. “I see you took the collar off, it’s OK, we have another one.” He steered Justin towards his car. Justin lowered his head, his eyes glazed over as he left his shattered heart on the sidewalk outside of Babylon.
Brian drove home like a maniac, the events sobering him up more than he would like. He reached his loft and the first thing he saw was the sketchbook Justin had left there.
He wanted to throw it against the wall, was going to, but couldn’t stop himself looking through it first, saw the first attempts at drawings and the wonderful sketch he’d done of him holding Gus.
Brian’s lip curled in distaste and he ripped the image from the pad, scrunching it up into a tight ball and throwing it at the wall, watching it bounces uselessly to the floor.
He paced for a while, trying to take everything in, make sense of it, before he sat at his computer and brought up all the files he could find on Stockwell and his family.
He ignored the worried feeling he felt for Justin, who was probably an accomplished liar and just annoyed he’d been found out so soon.
It looked like Justin was locked up in an institution after smothering his baby sister to death when he was seven years old. It didn’t take into account the reason he was out of the home though, Brian sighed, maybe he had been on a home visit and ran away.
He couldn’t believe all this time they had been looking after Stockwell’s nephew, he wasn’t sure if he should mention it to the others. After all, it looked like there was someone else being trained to take over when Stockwell retired.
He remembered Hunter’s comments about a ninja and shook his head, it was all gossip told to one hustler from another, there was no way…
Pushing himself away from the computer in disgust he picked up a full bottle of Beam and took it to bed with him, intending to get well and thoroughly drunk.
He woke up the next morning with Debbie shaking him. He groaned, swallowing down the vomit that hit the back of his throat. “Where the hell is Sunshine?” She demanded.
Brian wetted his lips. “He went home.”
“I’ve been up all night, he’s not there.”
“To his real home, we found a friend of his last night.” He pushed the niggling feeling at the back of his brain that protested in calling Chris a friend.
“And you let him go? You know what they did to him, Brian, they abused the kid, look at the scars on him!”
Brian rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “You know what I think? That he’s as psychotic as his uncle. That he had us all fooled and he’s probably having a good laugh right now.”
“What, the hell, makes you say that?”
“His uncle is none other than Jim Stockwell, Mayor of Pittsburgh.”
Debbie’s mouth dropped open and she fell to the sofa, the sofa he’d first touched Justin on, and leant her elbows on her knees. “It can’t be true.”
“I’m afraid it is.” He handed her the print outs he’d got from the computer and saw her face become pale as she read.
“Jesus Christ…killed his sister? We had him around Gus.”
“I know. But he’s gone now, so we can forget he ever existed. I need to shower, you can let yourself out.”
Brian wanted to wash the feel of Justin off his body, hoping against all hope that he could flush him out of his mind, and that unused place in his chest that had started to ache the moment he walked away.