Boys Keep Swinging Chapter 12
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nothing_rhymes_with_iantoChapter Summary/Teaser: Brian and Justin make up. Lindsay and Gus talk about moving back. Justin tells Brian about Mel and Linds. Brian has a revelation.
Brian grinned. "Okay, enough with the sentimentality. Can I fuck your brains out now?"
Justin laughed. God, Brian had missed that sound. "Yes. Here or at the loft?"
"How about both?"
"Mmmm." Justin reached up and pulled Brian's face to him, kissing him hard on the lips. Brian opened his mouth to him, wide, wanting, and Justin slipped his tongue inside, lapping at the roof of his mouth, savoring the jolt of electricity that always shot between them whenever they kissed.
Brian walked forward as they kissed, pressing Justin backward. They walked together until Justin felt the arm of the couch press against the back of his knees, and he let himself fall onto the cushions, pulling Brian down on top of him. Unbuttoning Brian's shirt, he kissed his lover's neck as Brian gripped the hem of Justin's shirt to tug it over his head. Once they were freed from the confines of their clothes, they pounced on each other.
Justin nipped at Brian's throat, scraping his teeth against his adam's apple, which elicited a moan. Sliding a hand in Justin's hair, Brian licked a line from Justin's pelvis to his chin, kissing his lips before slipping his tongue between them. Justin groaned and thrust up into him, so Brian ground down in retaliation. Soon they were both hard and panting.
Justin tangled his fingers in the short hair at the back of Brian's neck and tugged. "Fuck me, Brian. Please."
Brian groaned at the shuddering breath Justin blew past his ear and grabbed a condom and lube from under the couch cushion.
"I forgot that we put those there." Justin ground out between breaths. Brian just smiled, rolling the condom on. He pressed into Justin, who clutched at his shoulders and basked in the joyous burn and stretch, and paused, just staying there, still inside his lover, until Justin pushed back on him and muttered "Move!" between clenched teeth.
Brian moved, sliding slowly out until just the tip was inside Justin, before thrusting back in equally slowly. He kept up this maddeningly gently pace, slow and languid, with Justin squirming and moaning beneath him, a breathless stream of "Brian Brian Brian" pouring out of his mouth. He watched a bead of sweat roll down Justin's face and bent to lick it off, smirking at the grunt his lover made when the change in positions gave him greater pleasure. He watched his lover thrash beneath him at the torturous pleasure of his ministrations. Brian breathed in Justin's ear, sucking and tugging at the lobe. "Come for me," He whispered, voice rough.
"Fuck, Brian!" Justin groaned, thick white spurting between them. Brian felt Justin's walls clamp down on him, pulsing and twitching and grunted loudly, filling the condom as Justin's ass milked him dry. He flopped down on top of Justin and they just lay there, breathing, stuck together with Justin's come between them.
"Christ, Justin." Justin smiled and pulled him close, kissing him gently. Brian smiled and carded his fingers through the blonde hair he loved so much. They regarded each other contentedly for a few long moments, bodies heavy and sated.
"I should probably call Daphne." Justin said. "Tell her I'm not going back to her apartment tonight."
"Yeah, you probably should." Brian pushed himself up on his arms, allowing Justin to slide out from beneath him and cross the room to get his cell phone, which had been flung out of his pocket as his pants were flung to the other wall.
Justin dialed the familiar number and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" Daphne answer. He could hear the anticipation in her voice.
"Hey, Daph. I'm not coming home tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." He couldn't stop grinning.
"You're telling me all about it over lunch tomorrow. Have fun!" And she hung up. Justin smiled, put his phone back in the pocket of his jeans, and walked back to Brian, who was standing and pulling on his shorts. He put his arms around Brian's neck.
"Let's go home." Brian gave him a predatory grin, but Justin could see the affection swimming in his eyes.
Inside her own apartment, Daphne grinned, sitting down on her couch and putting Breakfast At Tiffany's in her DVD player.
"Hey, Mommy, when we go back to Pittsburgh, are we gonna have the same home we had before?" Gus stood beside Lindsay, who was cutting up carrots for dinner.
"Ah, no, Honey. Someone bought it when we moved here. But we'll be living in a house very close to it."
"Am I gonna hafta share a room with Jenny like here? 'Cause she's gettin' big."
"No, Gus, you won't. We can even paint your room whatever color you want. You can get Justin to help you paint. He helped Uncle Michael when he was painting his house."
"And Mommy, will I get to stay with Daddy and Justin sometimes?"
"If Daddy says it's okay, you will. I'm sure it will be fine with him. He misses you a whole bunch."
"I love you, Mommy. And Mama too. And Daddy, and Justin, and Jenny, and Uncle Michael, and Gramma Debbie, and-" Lindsay couldn't help but grin at the Justin-like rambling of her son.
"Yes, Gus, I know you do. Now why don't you go get your sister and then help Mama set the table."
"Okay."
Debbie's phone rang. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself away from the crime drama she was watching. Putting her Ben & Jerry's Phish Food container on the coffee table, she got up and answered.
"Novotny boarding house, bed and breakfast, and general hang out for lost and bored fags, how my I help you?"
"Hey, Debbie." Daphne's cheerful voice tripped down the line and Debbie grinned.
"Hey, Sugar! How's it going?" She snapped her gum and put a hand on her hip.
"Great! Deb, everything's going to be okay. Justin's not coming home to the apartment tonight. I could hear his smile through the phone." Debbie suppressed the urge to jump up and down.
"God, I hope they get it right this time."
"They will, Debbie. I'm pretty sure they will."
"Thanks, Hon, for telling me."
"No problem. See you later?"
"Sure. Bye now!" They hung up. Debbie sat back down on the couch and picked up her ice cream. She sighed happily as she thought about all the hardships those two had had to endure. She prayed silently that this one would be the last.
Justin waited until he was just inside the loft before turning and attacking Brian's mouth. Together they walked to the bed and collapsed down on it, peeling off each other's clothes, running hands and mouths and tongues on every patch of exposed skin. They groped and teasing and fingered until both were panting and moaning, on the verge of begging the other to stop teasing.
Brian tugged Justin to his knees and lapped at the back of his neck as he pushed inside. He fucked Justin hard, both of them grunting and holding on for dear life. Brian tangled his fingers in Justin's hair and tugged his head back, exposing his throat and attacking it, sucking and nipping and licking the white expanse of skin as Justin groaned and came. They fucked again, slower and more gentle, face to face, staring into each other's eyes. After a speedy nap and a shower that consisted of more making out than washing, they were on to another round. Justin lowered himself down onto Brian's cock, grimacing and panting with the effort to go slowly. He paused once Brian was all the way inside, and Brian sucked in a breath, trying not to buck up, to let Justin get used to the feeling.
"God, Brian." Justin choked out. "Fuck." He placed his hands on Brian's chest and pulled himself up and off before slamming back down. Brian groaned and snapped his hips up to meet Justin at the next downward thrust. He wrapped his fingers around Justin's cock, pumping him. He pressed hard against the tip, dipping a fingernail into the slit and Justin groaned loudly. Brian could feel the heat coiling in his belly, slowly moving toward his groan. He groaned, forcing "Sunshine" out in a gasp as he came, feeling hot drops of Justin's come on his chest.
They flopped down together in the bed. Brian disposed of the condom and opened his arms as Justin curled into him, resting his head on his neck. They sighed.
"That was fucking hot." Brian grinned, kissed Justin on the cheek. "Fantastic."
Justin smiled at him. "And it's good to fuck at home again."
"Mmm hmm."
Suddenly Justin shot up, smacking himself gently in the forehead with his palm. "Fuck!" Brian stared at him, eyebrows raised for clarification. "I forgot to tell you! Mel and Linds are moving back to the states. Isn't that awesome?"
"No shit." Brian couldn't suppress a smile at the idea of his son being around full-time. "I'll call the munchers tomorrow afternoon, see if they need help with anything."
Justin grinned and slung an arm over Brian's chest. "You're amazing."
"I know. I am."
"And so humble, too."
"Shut up, Sunshine. Go to sleep." Justin burrowed into Brian's side and soon they were both asleep.
Justin awoke to an incredibly nice morning blow job from Brian, then followed his lover into the shower where he reciprocated. They spent of the rest of the morning teasing each other shamelessly and trying to make breakfast. They ended up fucking on the kitchen floor and forgetting about breakfast, moving away to fucking against the pillar, then once more in the bed. Then Justin realized he had to get to the diner because he promised Daphne he was going to have lunch with her.
"Going to regale her with tales of our hot, romantic, incredibly orgasm-worthy reunion?" Brian asked. Justin just smiled and stuck out his tongue, to which Brian responded by slapping his ass as he exited the loft. He met up with Daphne and they entered the diner, waving hello to a smiling Debbie as they sat down.
"So," Daphne asked excitedly. "What happened?"
"Well, I got to Kinnetic and he was all nervous, which was totally weird. And then he told me that Ethan came to the loft to tell him that I wasn't cheating."
"No way!" She took a sip of coffee.
"Yeah. And then he sort-of apologized in the Brian sort of way and he told me he loved me." Justin chomped into his burger, counted to three.
"He—wait what? He said he loved you? Like the actual words?"
"Yeah." He responded around a mouthful "It was great. I felt like I was in high school all over again." He shook his head. "Wrong choice of words, but you know what I mean. And then he told me that we could keep the house—Britin if I wanted. But I don't want it. I don't need a house to know he loves me."
"You two are so confusing."
"I know, Daph. We confuse me, too."
Lindsay picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, Linds."
"Brian!" her voice perked up.
"I heard you and the brood are moving back to the Pitts."
"Uh huh. Gus convinced us. He's so excited."
"When are you going to get here?" Brian silently hoped it would be soon.
"About two weeks. We gave ourselves a deadline. Well, we gave Gus a deadline. We already have a house picked out and bought and most things are packed. Gus has been bouncing off the walls in excitement. He cant wait to see his Daddy and Justin and Uncle Michael and everyone."
Brian rolled his eyes. "Not sure how well Uncle Michael will take to seeing my offspring. We've been deemed no longer friends. Permanently, this time."
"Oh, Brian, I'm so sorry."
"No, it's all right. It was for the best and he was being an asshole anyway. It was time." He could practically feel Lindsay's sympathetic but exasperated eye roll through the phone.
"Do you want to talk to your son?" Lindsay didn't wait for an answer, he heard her calling, "Gus, do you want to talk to Daddy?"
"Daddy!" Brian could hear Gus's joyous shout loudly through the phone. There were scuffing and shuffling sounds as the phone transferred hands. "Hi, Daddy!"
"Hey, Sonnyboy. How are you doing?" Brian lay back on his sofa and listened to Gus babble on about school and Mommy and Jenny and his new best friend. He felt warmth pool in his gut at the thought of having this ball of energy around.
"Oh, and Daddy! We're coming home, did you know?" Brian barely got his "Yes," in before Gus was talking a million miles a minute. "We're going back to live with you and Uncle Michael and Gramma Deb in a house in Pittsburgh. It's not our old house, but Mommy said it close by and she said I can have my own room and I can paint it whatever color I want. I can even make it a racecar room! Or a space room! Or anything. And she said Justin would help me. Will Justin help me, Daddy?"
"I'm sure he will, Sonnyboy."
"I cant wait to see you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy. And Justin too." Brian sighed, smiling.
"I love you, too, Gus. Can you put Mommy on the phone again? I have some questions for her."
"Uh huh. Here Mommy!" The phone changed hands again, and Brian asked all the questions and got all the answers he needed. He said goodbye to Gus, then to Lindsay and hung up. Brian pushed a hand through his hair. It was strange, this feeling. Even after Justin had come into his life, Brian had maintained the belief that he was unworthy of being loved, that love would simply hurt or damage him. But having Gus love him so unconditionally, and Justin love him so much, it felt incredible to know that he was worthy. He was worthy.
Chapter 13
