How To: Hitch a Breeder - Step 14/15 (COUNTDOWN!!!)
A/N: OMG, we're really approaching the finish line here. *wibbles* FYI, I split the last chapter, Step 15, into two parts, so there's two more updates to come after this one here. I'm such a mess right now. I feel completely yayish about having accomplished this, but also like I wanna cry into something plush because it's ending. *pets self* P.S. I'm still a hoe for comments!
[ previous chapters ]
Step 14: Be There / Different [adjective; differing from all others; unusual]
Cheese and cucumber sandwiches was what he missed the most. He didn’t eat them anymore because they belonged in a different time. They belonged back then, when he still belonged.
They used to go fishing, dad and him. It was silly really, and Justin always sucked at it, but it’s those kinds of things you can’t help but keep replaying in your head later. Just like you mythologize cheese and cucumber sandwiches into gourmet food.
As Justin grew older, their fishing trips thinned out. Mom noticed too, but she never said anything. Justin didn’t miss the fishing so much and with his naivety still fully intact, he figured that they’d always have their sandwich bond.
But dad grew distant.
Justin wanted to draw, to paint, loved watching old Cary Grant movies with mom.
Dad didn’t understand. “You’re just… different,” he’d said one day, long after he’d stopped making sandwiches with Justin. He closed his eyes at Justin and turned back to the football game on TV.
None of his dictionaries or encyclopedias listed different as meaning something bad. But even at twelve Justin knew it did all the same.
+
Justin woke up with a dry mouth. He took a second to survey his surroundings, then got up and headed for the kitchen. Only when he opened the bottle of water did he become aware of his nudity. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept naked.
Slowly, he padded back up into the bedroom. Brian had moved a bit and was now lying on his back, one arm stretched out across the bed, the duvet covering him from the hips down.
Justin took a deep breath and gave himself a minute to just stare.
He carefully slid back into the bed and studied Brian’s body some more. The slight frown he wore, the tiny cracks in his lips, dried out from hours of disuse, the long arms and beautiful hands and fingers. Just a few stray hairs adorned his chest - they had tickled. Justin’s eyes fixed onto the defined line of loin running downwards, the one that soon disappeared beneath the blanket. Justin bit his lip and leaned forward, tugging on the duvet. The muscled line finished in Brian’s crotch, in the full patch of hair. One more tug and Justin revealed Brian’s half hard cock resting against his thigh. Justin was transfixed with how it lay there, still and gorgeous, lightly curved but perfect.
He bent down and took a sniff. He found he liked Brian’s smell.
Carefully he lay down between Brian’s legs. He started at the patch of skin he’d come to love - the stretch from belly button to where pubic hair began that was divided by a thin trail of hair. He kissed the skin and inhaled deeply, feeling his own cock twitch.
Without much thinking, he moved down and pressed his lips to Brian’s dick. His tongue poked out and trailed up the shaft slowly, then around the head. He felt the change of texture against his lips as Brian filled out.
Justin still wanted more. He heard Brian groan, probably awake now, and lowered his mouth around him. As he moved up again, his tongue apparently found a good spot on the underside and Brian started panting. With a timid pop he released the now slick dick from his mouth.
“Fuck, Justin.”
Justin blinked. Hearing his name made it all real again. He needed something to hold on to, something to secure him, something-
But then Brian’s fingers were there, threading through his against his heaving chest, and it was alright again.
Justin pressed another kiss to Brian’s dick and then moved down, remembering how good it had been when Brian licked his balls. The rough texture was a bit strange against his tongue at first, but when he sucked the skin, wetting it, it felt absolutely right. Brian’s moans and gasps turned him on so much.
“Justin, I’m… Shit, I’m gonna come.”
Deciding quickly, Justin took Brian’s cock in his mouth and sucked greedily. The first spurt surprised him and he moved back up a little. He saw Brian’s abdominal muscles ripple and stroked his palm over the twitching skin. Brian glistened and moved like the god that he was and Justin drank of him, of his invincibility.
The last bit of come caught on his cheek when Brian’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Justin was too mesmerized to care.
When Brian settled down again, groaning for one final time, Justin snapped out of his trance as well. Suddenly aware of his state, he felt embarrassment flush his skin. He moved to wipe his cheek clean.
“Stop.” Brian grabbed Justin’s hand.
Justin waited and let himself be pulled up to face level.
“Don’t.”
Embarrassment and confusion battling in his head now, Justin didn’t know what Brian wanted him to do. So he waited. Waited as Brian’s fingers tickled up the small of his back. Was waiting still when Brian lifted his head and licked the come from Justin’s cheek.
Justin was shocked, but felt Brian’s tongue wash the guilt away.
Brian pressed another little kiss to the area before giving him a quick smile. When he moved in again to kiss him on the lips, Justin noticed a peculiar flutter in his chest.
It felt good.
+
“Brian, I have Mr. Denning on hold for you.”
Brian groaned. “What does he want now?”
“He wouldn’t say.”
“Great. Put him through.” Brian rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath before he picked up. “Mr. Denning, what can I do for you?”
The guy rattled down a monologue on his newest philosophical business outlook and Brian listened, said “Interesting” at the right moments and bided his time.
When the conversation veered towards Denning’s various country estates, Brian took care to mention how very busy they were. The bad feeling didn’t go away, however, and soon enough, Brian had to console the man with, “I’m afraid I’m busy that weekend.”
It was true. He just had to get himself some plans. If Justin would want to do something? Brian didn’t even care what that something might be. Sure, his dick in Justin’s perfect ass would be pretty great. Or maybe even Justin’s sleep drool on his shoulder.
Shit, Denning was still talking. Brian quickly stitched the pieces of information together and was soon sure to have figured out where this was going. Just like expected, Denning made the quick transformation into a douche.
Brian cleared his throat. “What do you mean, you’re not sure? Till three minutes ago you were perfectly sure that Kinnetik is the right choice for you.” Brian bit his lip and waited for the blood to draw up while he listened to Denning.
Did he really need that client? Not really. Did he really want him? Not really. Integrity was the word that washed up in his mind.
“Mr. Denning, I’m going to be blunt with you. I think that your business could profit significantly from your involvement with Kinnetik and I think you know it, too. So, if you’re still going to make our working together dependent on whether or not I choose to play golf with you and your swarm of spineless drones, it will be your loss, not Kinnetik’s. Let me know how you decide. Have a good day.”
Brian half-flung then nudged the receiver into its cradle and eyed it wearily. Did he really just do that?
Yes he did. And he had to admit, he felt fucking fabulous.
+
Justin didn’t expect it to hurt this much. Not after everything that they’d been through already.
He was still shaking by the time Jerry loaded him into the car and drove him home.
“You’re going to take a couple of days off.”
“I… I have to… that thing for…”
“That was not a question, Justin.”
The weight of something indescribably heavy and dark threw Justin off balance as he toddled up the staircase. He barely registered his friend walking behind him or noticed the steadying touch on his back and was a bit startled by the sound of Jerry’s voice as they entered the apartment.
Daphne’s hug right inside the door shredded him to pieces. It made the whole thing come full circle.
Jerry made tea that they didn’t drink, Daphne put out some double choc cookies that no one touched, and together the three of them sat and stared at the snacks.
There really wasn’t anything to be said.
How could it have come to this? How did this happen? How had his world been alright, better than alright, just this morning? How was he supposed to live with the history made today, with the guilt weighing him down? How could anything ever be good again?
Justin hated not having any answers. He risked a look at both Daphne and Jerry and wondered if they were drowning in questions too as they sat by his side silently.
When the ticking noise of the little clock on the wall became almost unbearable, Daphne finally found some words. “I know this might sound insensitive and everything, but….”
Justin turned to look at her. Her eyes were big and shiny.
“Justin, you’re free.”
He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jerry. He saw surprise in his eyes. And then, yeah, agreement.
But Justin didn’t feel free. Not free at all.
+
24 hours later, he was resting his forehead against the cool metal door and couldn’t remember whether he’d knocked or not.
Thankfully, the door was opened, so he figured he had.
“Shit, what happened to you?”
Justin didn’t understand why the door frame had to wobble now. “I… I had a drink.” The warm hand on his back anchored him and the hallway finally stopped moving.
“Just one, huh?”
“Yeah. Just one.” Justin stumbled into the loft. “And then another one. And one more. And so on. But just one.”
He felt some pressure on his shoulders and promptly landed on the sofa.
“What the fuck is going on, Justin?”
He didn’t know. Except that he did. It just was hard to grasp. He stared straight ahead at the wall, feeling his eyes go dry from not blinking. “My… my mom died.” Justin blinked, finally, and turned back to Brian. “My mom died,” he said again because it was true. “Sh- she killed herself. With the… with the linen… the ceiling, she-” Justin wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry. You were probably busy and all, and…” He struggled to get up, but was pulled down again.
“Come here.”
Justin followed the tug and ended up on his side, Brian pressed against his back, arms around him. And then he just cried. Cried into Brian’s white upholstery, thick, silent tears. Cried until he didn’t have anything left.
“I know it’s stupid,” he started after a while. “But I keep thinking that everything is partly my fault,” he said into the silence. “That… that if my father hadn’t left, it never would’ve gotten so far. And that my father wouldn’t have left if I- …”
“What?”
“If… If I hadn’t been so… different.”
“That’s total bullshit and you know it.”
Justin bit his lip. He did know, in theory.
Brian kissed Justin’s neck and his words didn’t feel so harsh anymore.
“Yeah, you’re different.” Justin felt Brian mumble the words into his neck and wondered if he just imagined the hitch in his breathing. “You’re fucking special, alright?”
Justin pressed his eyes closed and wished that it was true.
When Brian went into him later, slow and amazing, Justin felt something pretty special.
And after, when he asked Brian, “Stay with me”, Brian pressed even closer, and did.
That night, Justin Taylor, who sucked at fishing and didn’t like football, learned that different might not be the worst thing, after all.
[ Step 15a ]
[ previous chapters ]
Step 14: Be There / Different [adjective; differing from all others; unusual]
Cheese and cucumber sandwiches was what he missed the most. He didn’t eat them anymore because they belonged in a different time. They belonged back then, when he still belonged.
They used to go fishing, dad and him. It was silly really, and Justin always sucked at it, but it’s those kinds of things you can’t help but keep replaying in your head later. Just like you mythologize cheese and cucumber sandwiches into gourmet food.
As Justin grew older, their fishing trips thinned out. Mom noticed too, but she never said anything. Justin didn’t miss the fishing so much and with his naivety still fully intact, he figured that they’d always have their sandwich bond.
But dad grew distant.
Justin wanted to draw, to paint, loved watching old Cary Grant movies with mom.
Dad didn’t understand. “You’re just… different,” he’d said one day, long after he’d stopped making sandwiches with Justin. He closed his eyes at Justin and turned back to the football game on TV.
None of his dictionaries or encyclopedias listed different as meaning something bad. But even at twelve Justin knew it did all the same.
+
Justin woke up with a dry mouth. He took a second to survey his surroundings, then got up and headed for the kitchen. Only when he opened the bottle of water did he become aware of his nudity. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept naked.
Slowly, he padded back up into the bedroom. Brian had moved a bit and was now lying on his back, one arm stretched out across the bed, the duvet covering him from the hips down.
Justin took a deep breath and gave himself a minute to just stare.
He carefully slid back into the bed and studied Brian’s body some more. The slight frown he wore, the tiny cracks in his lips, dried out from hours of disuse, the long arms and beautiful hands and fingers. Just a few stray hairs adorned his chest - they had tickled. Justin’s eyes fixed onto the defined line of loin running downwards, the one that soon disappeared beneath the blanket. Justin bit his lip and leaned forward, tugging on the duvet. The muscled line finished in Brian’s crotch, in the full patch of hair. One more tug and Justin revealed Brian’s half hard cock resting against his thigh. Justin was transfixed with how it lay there, still and gorgeous, lightly curved but perfect.
He bent down and took a sniff. He found he liked Brian’s smell.
Carefully he lay down between Brian’s legs. He started at the patch of skin he’d come to love - the stretch from belly button to where pubic hair began that was divided by a thin trail of hair. He kissed the skin and inhaled deeply, feeling his own cock twitch.
Without much thinking, he moved down and pressed his lips to Brian’s dick. His tongue poked out and trailed up the shaft slowly, then around the head. He felt the change of texture against his lips as Brian filled out.
Justin still wanted more. He heard Brian groan, probably awake now, and lowered his mouth around him. As he moved up again, his tongue apparently found a good spot on the underside and Brian started panting. With a timid pop he released the now slick dick from his mouth.
“Fuck, Justin.”
Justin blinked. Hearing his name made it all real again. He needed something to hold on to, something to secure him, something-
But then Brian’s fingers were there, threading through his against his heaving chest, and it was alright again.
Justin pressed another kiss to Brian’s dick and then moved down, remembering how good it had been when Brian licked his balls. The rough texture was a bit strange against his tongue at first, but when he sucked the skin, wetting it, it felt absolutely right. Brian’s moans and gasps turned him on so much.
“Justin, I’m… Shit, I’m gonna come.”
Deciding quickly, Justin took Brian’s cock in his mouth and sucked greedily. The first spurt surprised him and he moved back up a little. He saw Brian’s abdominal muscles ripple and stroked his palm over the twitching skin. Brian glistened and moved like the god that he was and Justin drank of him, of his invincibility.
The last bit of come caught on his cheek when Brian’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Justin was too mesmerized to care.
When Brian settled down again, groaning for one final time, Justin snapped out of his trance as well. Suddenly aware of his state, he felt embarrassment flush his skin. He moved to wipe his cheek clean.
“Stop.” Brian grabbed Justin’s hand.
Justin waited and let himself be pulled up to face level.
“Don’t.”
Embarrassment and confusion battling in his head now, Justin didn’t know what Brian wanted him to do. So he waited. Waited as Brian’s fingers tickled up the small of his back. Was waiting still when Brian lifted his head and licked the come from Justin’s cheek.
Justin was shocked, but felt Brian’s tongue wash the guilt away.
Brian pressed another little kiss to the area before giving him a quick smile. When he moved in again to kiss him on the lips, Justin noticed a peculiar flutter in his chest.
It felt good.
+
“Brian, I have Mr. Denning on hold for you.”
Brian groaned. “What does he want now?”
“He wouldn’t say.”
“Great. Put him through.” Brian rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath before he picked up. “Mr. Denning, what can I do for you?”
The guy rattled down a monologue on his newest philosophical business outlook and Brian listened, said “Interesting” at the right moments and bided his time.
When the conversation veered towards Denning’s various country estates, Brian took care to mention how very busy they were. The bad feeling didn’t go away, however, and soon enough, Brian had to console the man with, “I’m afraid I’m busy that weekend.”
It was true. He just had to get himself some plans. If Justin would want to do something? Brian didn’t even care what that something might be. Sure, his dick in Justin’s perfect ass would be pretty great. Or maybe even Justin’s sleep drool on his shoulder.
Shit, Denning was still talking. Brian quickly stitched the pieces of information together and was soon sure to have figured out where this was going. Just like expected, Denning made the quick transformation into a douche.
Brian cleared his throat. “What do you mean, you’re not sure? Till three minutes ago you were perfectly sure that Kinnetik is the right choice for you.” Brian bit his lip and waited for the blood to draw up while he listened to Denning.
Did he really need that client? Not really. Did he really want him? Not really. Integrity was the word that washed up in his mind.
“Mr. Denning, I’m going to be blunt with you. I think that your business could profit significantly from your involvement with Kinnetik and I think you know it, too. So, if you’re still going to make our working together dependent on whether or not I choose to play golf with you and your swarm of spineless drones, it will be your loss, not Kinnetik’s. Let me know how you decide. Have a good day.”
Brian half-flung then nudged the receiver into its cradle and eyed it wearily. Did he really just do that?
Yes he did. And he had to admit, he felt fucking fabulous.
+
Justin didn’t expect it to hurt this much. Not after everything that they’d been through already.
He was still shaking by the time Jerry loaded him into the car and drove him home.
“You’re going to take a couple of days off.”
“I… I have to… that thing for…”
“That was not a question, Justin.”
The weight of something indescribably heavy and dark threw Justin off balance as he toddled up the staircase. He barely registered his friend walking behind him or noticed the steadying touch on his back and was a bit startled by the sound of Jerry’s voice as they entered the apartment.
Daphne’s hug right inside the door shredded him to pieces. It made the whole thing come full circle.
Jerry made tea that they didn’t drink, Daphne put out some double choc cookies that no one touched, and together the three of them sat and stared at the snacks.
There really wasn’t anything to be said.
How could it have come to this? How did this happen? How had his world been alright, better than alright, just this morning? How was he supposed to live with the history made today, with the guilt weighing him down? How could anything ever be good again?
Justin hated not having any answers. He risked a look at both Daphne and Jerry and wondered if they were drowning in questions too as they sat by his side silently.
When the ticking noise of the little clock on the wall became almost unbearable, Daphne finally found some words. “I know this might sound insensitive and everything, but….”
Justin turned to look at her. Her eyes were big and shiny.
“Justin, you’re free.”
He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jerry. He saw surprise in his eyes. And then, yeah, agreement.
But Justin didn’t feel free. Not free at all.
+
24 hours later, he was resting his forehead against the cool metal door and couldn’t remember whether he’d knocked or not.
Thankfully, the door was opened, so he figured he had.
“Shit, what happened to you?”
Justin didn’t understand why the door frame had to wobble now. “I… I had a drink.” The warm hand on his back anchored him and the hallway finally stopped moving.
“Just one, huh?”
“Yeah. Just one.” Justin stumbled into the loft. “And then another one. And one more. And so on. But just one.”
He felt some pressure on his shoulders and promptly landed on the sofa.
“What the fuck is going on, Justin?”
He didn’t know. Except that he did. It just was hard to grasp. He stared straight ahead at the wall, feeling his eyes go dry from not blinking. “My… my mom died.” Justin blinked, finally, and turned back to Brian. “My mom died,” he said again because it was true. “Sh- she killed herself. With the… with the linen… the ceiling, she-” Justin wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry. You were probably busy and all, and…” He struggled to get up, but was pulled down again.
“Come here.”
Justin followed the tug and ended up on his side, Brian pressed against his back, arms around him. And then he just cried. Cried into Brian’s white upholstery, thick, silent tears. Cried until he didn’t have anything left.
“I know it’s stupid,” he started after a while. “But I keep thinking that everything is partly my fault,” he said into the silence. “That… that if my father hadn’t left, it never would’ve gotten so far. And that my father wouldn’t have left if I- …”
“What?”
“If… If I hadn’t been so… different.”
“That’s total bullshit and you know it.”
Justin bit his lip. He did know, in theory.
Brian kissed Justin’s neck and his words didn’t feel so harsh anymore.
“Yeah, you’re different.” Justin felt Brian mumble the words into his neck and wondered if he just imagined the hitch in his breathing. “You’re fucking special, alright?”
Justin pressed his eyes closed and wished that it was true.
When Brian went into him later, slow and amazing, Justin felt something pretty special.
And after, when he asked Brian, “Stay with me”, Brian pressed even closer, and did.
That night, Justin Taylor, who sucked at fishing and didn’t like football, learned that different might not be the worst thing, after all.
[ Step 15a ]