The More Things Change: Chapter Four
The More Things Change
Rated: nc-17
Chapter 4/4
Chapter one can be found here.
Chapter two can be found here.
Chapter three can be found here.
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Justin's POV
"Hey Boy Wonder."
Michael insists on calling me that. I decided a long time ago that the best way to handle it was to pretend I really don't care. And in a way I don't anymore, because I think he's let go of the feelings behind it. A little bit when we started to get to know each other and a little more when he met Ben.
Ben has turned out to be more then just an unbelievably hot body, and I'm happy for Michael.
"So, I have a business proposition for you."
"You have a business proposition for me?"
"I've seen you sketching, even when you're just fucking around you're pretty good."
"You do realize I'm an art student at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts, right?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying, you're good. I've been wanting to write my own comic, only I can't draw for shit. I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in working on it with me."
"Michael, I don't know anything about comics."
"But I do. I'll come up with the stories, and you can draw them."
"I guess that could work."
"Why don't I bring some beers over to Brian's and we'll just see what we come up with."
Brian's POV
I come home to a fucking mess of take out boxes, beer bottles, balled up pieces of paper and the smell of pot. My pot. Probably my beer too. Assholes.
The angrier I get the more they fucking giggle.
From the bedroom I hear them plotting.
"Pissed Off Man."
"Rage."
"Rage could work."
When I come out a half hour later they're hard at work and I leave without saying anything.
***
I stumble back home much later to a loft that is miraculously cleaner than it was when I left and Justin asleep in my bed.
I strip down and fall into bed. His eyes open and he rolls towards me.
"Who said you could spend the night?"
"I can leave if you like... but I thought you might be interested in this."
He thrusts his erection against my leg. I should be fucked out, but he feels good pressed up against me.
He's sobered up and he takes control. He lays me back on the bed and straddles me. He faces away so I can watch while he prepares himself and then turns around and watches my face as he pushes my cock inside him. He rides me for a long time, like he was just lying here waiting for me to come home so he could do this.
He doesn't touch his dick and I don't either. But he pushes against me so I touch him inside right where he wants me. It’s dark and I'm high and he's beautiful.
And I don't care about the mess of beer bottles.
I don't care about the two of them giggling for hours.
***
I leaf through the stack of sketches on the counter. They're almost all of me. I look hot.
He stumbles down from the bedroom. Naked.
"I look hot."
"Don't let it go to your head."
I look pointedly at my crotch.
"I think it's too late for that."
I hold up the sketch on the top of the pile... the one of him on his knees sucking my cock.
"I thought you might like that one. Not sure Michael will feel the same way; I drew it after he left last night."
He takes the sketch from me and sets it on the counter.
"I think a little research might help me perfect the drawing."
I don't tell him that it already looks pretty perfect to me.
I love looking at his lips wrapped tightly around my cock. Somehow he always manages to throw himself completely into pleasing me and make it look easy at the same time. I can't believe how deep he's taking me and then he just stops and looks up at me. With his mouth full of my cock, it's his eyes on me that make me come.
And then he stands up and uses his tongue to feed me my come. His dick is hard and insistent against my thigh and I know we're not done yet.
"Am I really the hero of your comic?"
"Looks that way. You already have a God complex; I figure a little hero worship can hardly make your ego worse."
Justin's POV
"You know, my birthday is coming up."
"Mmmm, let me guess, you want your very own butt plug."
His fingers find my hole. He's the master of distraction.
"That does sound good, but I was hoping you would come with me to my mom's for dinner."
"I hope you're fucking kidding."
"Why? We're together all the time. I spend more nights here than I spend at home. She wants to get to know you. And I want her to get to know you."
I know he's tried to give me some of the things that I want, but this is a lot bigger than spending a night in bed with me instead of at the baths. I also know it's not too much to ask for.
"It’s bad enough that Mikey's guilted me into showing up for his surprise party for the professor, there's no way I'm going to dinner with Mommy."
Brian's POV
I try not to think about why I'm doing this. Try not to think about the look on his face when I told him I wouldn't.
A little girl who looks frighteningly like Justin answers the door.
I feel like a deer in the headlights. But the way first Daphne and then Justin smiles, lets me breathe again. Apparently I'm just in time for birthday cake.
I field a barrage of questions that feel like a cross between a job interview and a police interrogation. I should tell Jennifer to fuck off, but Justin's fingers play along my thigh under the table and I can see him smiling at me out of the corner of my eye.
He nearly swoons when I kiss him goodnight at the door a half hour later.
"Later."
"Later."
***
My good deed pays off, because "later" I'm treated to happy, horny, blond boy ass.
"I thought you might like your present now."
"You got me a present for your birthday?"
"Mmmhmm."
He walks towards the bedroom, pulling his shirt off on the way. I don't even pretend not to follow him. He turns around and I see it immediately.
"Does it hurt?"
He nods slowly, biting his bottom lip.
"Daph came with me to get it this morning. It's been throbbing ever since. I've been hard all day."
"That seems like a present for you."
"It is. But I thought you might enjoy it too."
He puts his hand on my crotch and gives me a knowing look. So I give it a little tweak. The way he hisses just makes me harder.
"But don't worry, that's just the first part of your gift."
"There's more?"
"I think you might like the second part even better."
He slides his pants off and crawls onto the bed. Ass in the air, filled with bright blue silicone.
"My very own butt plug."
"This is a good birthday."
I run my hand down his back until it rests on the base of the plug. I push on it and he convulses.
"Fuck, Brian. I'm really close."
"So come. It's your birthday; I'm going to make you come all night long."
I grip the base and pull the plug partway out before thrusting it back in. Two thrusts more are all it takes. I hold my hand firmly against the base while he comes.
I roll him over and he groans. His prostate is way past over stimulated. The walk here alone probably saw to that.
But my mouth on his newly pierced nipple is all the distraction he needs. I'm gentle and teasing on the already sore skin. He responds enthusiastically.
I lean back and take him in. He smiles at me. The smile that reminds me why Debbie calls him Sunshine.
"I think it’s time for your birthday spankings."
He laughs, and we wrestle around a bit. I let him pin me to the bed.
"You have far too many clothes on."
Justin's POV
Brian's really stressed out at work. He won't talk to me other than to say if he doesn't come up with something genius his new boss will have his ass. I want to shake him or at the very least force him to sit down and talk to me, but forcing Brian to talk is nearly impossible.
And for selfish reasons, it couldn't have come at a worse time. I'm on spring break and I finally have a little free time. I was hoping to spend most of it in bed with him.
I try not to complain too much because I know it is just pissing him off and he's been pretty great lately.
At the last minute he has to fly off for a business trip and I spend the first full day I've had off in months watching movies with Daphne. Of course, we do it at his places and smoke all his pot while we're at it. That's what he gets for leaving with almost no explanation.
Brian's POV
Ryder fucked me. But I'll be damned if I let myself get fucked again, especially by my overweight, bald, breeder, prick of a new boss. No, if anyone is going to be doing any fucking, it's going to be me.
I'd planned on taking some time off this week to relax with Justin, when I thought my position as partner was a done deal, but now I have to focus on pulling a fucking miracle out of my ass.
Justin's POV
I have no idea when he'll be home. But after a long day at the diner, the last thing I want to do is face my mom and sister. If he was home I'd go to his place, so I figure fuck it.
I pick up a pizza on the way to the loft and promise myself I'll figure out a way to get my own place soon.
I'm halfway through my second slice when the door slides open.
He breezes over to the couch, pulling off his tie and jacket on the way, plops down next to me and grabs a slice.
"Your partner just made partner."
He takes a huge bite of pizza and then swipes a sip of my beer, which admittedly is his beer.
I know he's just being the dork that Brian can sometimes be... but the word partner means something to me. And he knows that. He might have been being silly or clever, but we both know the word means something.
I stare at him. But I don't see any humor in his smile. He doesn't backtrack or make light of the words. He just looks happy.
So I climb into his lap and give him proper congratulations.
Looks like I just made partner too.