nothing_rhymes_with_ianto | Boys Keep Swinging Chapter 15

After three and a half years, Justin comes home from New York for good.
Chapter Summary/Teaser: Brian gives Justin the promised fuck. Michael calls Brian and tries again to apologize. Daphne and Justin go out to a celebratory dinner, which ends in disaster.

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Brian tantalized Justin the entire car ride back to the hotel, holding Justin's hands secure in his lap as he lapped and nipped at Justin's neck, kissing behind his ear the way he knew would make Justin moan. Justin tipped his head to the side to give Brian better access. Brian licked a stripe up Justin's neck and sighed into his ear, making Justin bite back a loud groan.

Brian spent the elevator ride in the hotel nipping at Justin's neck and slowly rubbing circles on his cock through the fabric. By the time they got into the hotel room, Justin was flushed and panting. He practically slammed the door off its hinges before crashing into Brian and crushing their mouths together. Brian chuckled into the kiss, and Justin slapped his ass.

"Fuck you. Now fuck me."

"Yes, dear." Brian tossed him gently onto the bed and went about the task of untying Justin's shoes while uncaringly tossing off his own. "But not for a while."

Brian undressed Justin slowly, kissing and caressing every patch of skin that appeared until Justin was writhing and moaning under him. He pulled off his own clothes quickly and straddled Justin's thighs, rubbing his hands gently over the pale chest, tweaking Justin's nipples and making him jump.

"Brian," Justin moaned. Brian covered Justin's body with his own, laving at his earlobe for moment.

"Justin, I know this was your big night, but, now it's mine. Don't come until I tell you to."

"Why do you always do this to me?" Justin asked breathlessly.

"Because you love it. You know you do." He punctuated his statement by grinding his cock in slow circles against Justin's and Justin let out a groan. Brian laughed at the proof of his statement and pulled back.

He leaned over Justin's body, breathing hot into his mouth, then pushed gently against his side, urging him to roll over. Justin did so, and Brian ran his hands down Justin's back, stopping at his ass and kneading the globes with his fingers. Justin moaned. Brian kissed the back of his neck, open and wet, trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his back to his ass, before pointing his tongue and sliding it down his crack. He shuddered as Brian breathed hotly on his hole, clawing at the sheets. He moaned and felt Brian's chuckle, then a hot wet tongue was sliding inside him, and he bucked upward, straining against Brian's hands at his hips.

"Easy, Sunshine." Brian murmured against his skin, rubbing his thumbs in circles in the dip of his back. His tongue felt so fucking good, Justin moaned and tried again to press back as Brian rimmed him like he wanted to bury himself inside Justin. Brian pressed his fingers against Justin's side again, rolling him over. Justin brought his head up to look at him, but Brian was staring down at his body, flushed and sweaty, his legs already bent and spread, his arms out from his sides and eyes glazed over, fingers clenching the sheets like a debauched crucifix. Brian's pupils were blown wide, the ring of color thin and barely there. His hands ran up Justin's thighs, past his engorged cock, pausing to tweak his nipples, making him arch upward, onward to tangle in his hair. Brian leaned down and kissed him, hard and claiming.

"You're fucking hot." He breathed against Justin's lips, before sitting up and running his hands back down his body. He took Justin's cock in his fist, but when Justin bucked his hips up into his hand, Brian pressed him back into the mattress. He stroked Justin slowly, too slowly, too light. Justin twitched, spreading his legs further, wanting to thrust into Brian's hand, wanting Brian's cock up his ass, wanting to come. But Brian just continued to stroke him lightly, tantalizing, torturing.

"Shit." Brian groaned. Justin chanced a look at Brian's face. His eyes were dark with lust, flushed patches high on his cheeks. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip and Justin groaned. Brian's gaze was hazy with need. "Jesus Christ, Justin. Look at yourself."

Justin arched his neck upwards and looked down at himself. He was spread, wanton, flushed all over. His cock was encased in Brian's fist, the head just peeking out, precum sliding down and pooling around Brian's fingers. His breath hitched and he blushed farther, imagining what he looked like to Brian. He dropped his head back on the pillow before it became too much.

"Brian, please…" He felt Brian's breath across his cock, expected it, but he still jumped when Brian's tongue lapped up the precum spilling out of him, making noises of appreciation. He tongue-fucked the slit, and Justin thrashed beneath him, incoherent pleas falling from his lips. Then he heard the tear of a condom wrapper and suddenly Brian was pushing into him, the tight stretch and burn from very little preparation making Justin gasp in surprise and then pleasure. He hadn't expected this to be gentle, and it wasn't what he wanted. He bucked up against Brian, causing him to slide further inside. Brian gasped in surprise as he slid almost all the way inside. Justin clenched his ass and released, clenched and released as he pressed back against his lover.

"Fuck, Justin." Brian choked out. Justin tangled his fingers in Brian's hair, pulling him down for a kiss. His right hand slid down and clenched tight on the back of Brian's thigh, urging him on, digging his nails in. Brian growled, feral and aroused, and began to thrust hard against him, nipping and sucking at Justin's lips.

Justin clawed at Brian's back, searching for a grip, meeting him thrust for thrust. He felt the heat coiling in his belly, and Brian seemed to know this, because suddenly he was thrusting again and again hard against Justin's prostate, and then Justin was clamping down on Brian's cock and coming hot and hard between them, Brian groaning loudly and filling the condom, then they collapsed together in a heap.

They both groaned as Brian pulled out. It was one of the disadvantages of safe sex. Justin knew that he would prefer to have Brian inside him all the time, would prefer the comfortable, warm, loved feeling of falling asleep with Brian still inside him. They lay together, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow, until Brian rolled to one side and fumbled through his pants pockets for a cigarette and lighter. He took a drag and let it out in a long stream. Then he looked over at Justin.

"So, are you going to really forgive her? Just let everything go?"

Justin rolled onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. He sighed, tracing meaningless designs on Brian's chest with the fingers of his left hand. "I don't know, Brian. After all the things she—they did to you, before they moved away, and after. I just… I don't know if I can trust her anymore, you know."

Brian nodded. "I know." He shook his head and leaned it back against the headboard. "Christ, all our friends are such assholes."

Justin sighed again. "Yeah, well… Let's at least enjoy this night alone before we have to back to Pittsburgh and face the firing squad."

"At least you have Daphne."

"You have Daphne, too, Brian. She loves you, you know. She always has."

Brian knew. He remembered her kindness and helpfulness after the bashing, during the Ethan fiasco, the support she gave to both him and Justin, her stubborn need to keep him safe during his stupid vigilante phase. "I know."

He stubbed out his finished cigarette in the ashtray and looped his arms around Justin as the blonde nuzzled his throat and let out a long breath.

"Damn, I think I just realized how tired I am."

Brian smiled. "Go to sleep, Sunshine. Our flight's in the afternoon tomorrow."

"Thanks." Brian reached down and pulled the covers over them both, waiting until Justin had turned around, snuggling his back up against Brian's chest before kissing the back of his neck and draping his arm protectively around the blonde. His last thought as he drifted to sleep was how fucking proud he was of his Sunshine.

"Jesus Christ, you think Debbie could have left any more messages?" Brian pressed delete on the last message on the machine. When they got back from New York, there had been forty seven. Twenty-nine of them were from Debbie, and every message on the machine was congratulating Justin on his solo show.

Justin chuckled and wrapped his arms around Brian, handing him a glass of Beam from behind. "I suppose we have to actually go and see them so they can congratulate me in person."

"Do we have to?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Or else Debbie will have both our balls." Justin stroked a hand down Brian's bare back, then turned and headed to the refrigerator, rummaging around. "You know, Daphne's taking me out dinner on Thursday."

"That means we have two days to fuck and relax and smoke weed."

"And see the family." Brian groaned. "It's gotta be done. Sorry."

"At least let's spend tonight on our own. I hope no one comes banging on our doors."

"It's only six, and you know Debbie is out and about checking up on her boys until way past midnight." Justin took a bite out of the apple he'd found, wiping the juice from his lips. Brian stared at the glistening sweet.

"Well, then, let's turn off all the lights so she thinks no one's home and then we can fuck in peace."

"Sounds good."

When they finally made it downstairs and outside to join the living, the reaction was as expected. Debbie hugged Justin so tight to her chest he thought he might just pass out this time, screaming "I'm so proud of you, Sunshine!" the whole time. Melanie and Lindsay both kissed him on the cheek, giving him quiet but extremely sincere praise. Gus leapt into his arms, showering him with wet kisses and yelling "Congratulations, Justin!" at the top of his lungs. Emmett gave him the usual "I'm so proud of you, Baby!' gush, but later, pulled him aside, glancing at Brian, and whispered "You two are lucky to have each other. He's too proud for words."

Justin couldn't seem to stop grinning, even when his mother pulled him into a hug that nearly rivaled Debbie's, covering him with lipsticks kisses the same as Debbie, tears welling in her eyes. Ben came into the diner for a moment to grab lunch to-go, and gave Justin a pat on the shoulder and a proud smile, congratulating him. Finally, Brian had to actually go in to work, so he kissed Justin deeply, slapped his ass, and left him at the diner with Debbie.

Michael sat at the counter in Red Cape Comics, thinking about his predicament. He loved Brian, he really did, and he wanted the best for his best friend. He just…he didn't understand why Brian thought that Justin was the best. It confused him. Justin had already left him three—no, four—times. Brian deserved someone who would be loyal to him, who would stay. Someone who would let him trick and party and run free the way he always had, the way he always would. He didn't understand why Brian even needed to be around Justin, but maybe he could force himself to get over it, if only to get his friendship back. He missed Brian more than he thought he would. Because nothing could replace twenty-four years together, nothing could replace twenty-four years of memories and supporting each other and all they'd gone through. Michael sighed. Maybe he'd try again, see if Brian was in a better mood, see if he would maybe talk for a little while. He picked up the phone and dialed.

"Kinney." Brian's voice was clipped, efficient. He was at work. Michael gulped. But, he sounded a lot more relaxed than the last time they talked.

"Brian?"

"Who else, Michael? What do you want?"

"Brian, I just…I just want to apologize for all the things I said. Everything I said about you and about Justin. I wish we could be friends again. I want us to be friends again."

"Michael," Michael heard the sigh of frustration through the line. Then silence that seemed hard and powerful. When Brian spoke his voice was angry steel. "Listen, Michael. Are you listening? I'm only going to say this once."

"I'm listening."

"Good." The voice was harsh and cold, Michael could barely recognize his best friend behind it. "At first I wished we could be friends again. But you know what, Michael? We have absolutely nothing in common."

"But we've been friends since—"

"We were fourteen." Brian finished for him in the same hard voice. "I know. But that was years ago. I'm not fourteen any more, Michael. I'm not even twenty any more. And neither are you. So I think it's time we just let go, okay? We have nothing in common any more, and don't think we'll have anything in common in the future."

Michael felt a sting behind his eyes, at the back of his throat. He had the childish urge to slam the phone down on its receiver and pout. Instead, he took a breath and let it slowly out. He wanted so badly to protest, to argue, but he knew Brian, and he knew Brian would win every time. So he blew out a long breath. "Okay. Okay, Brian, I understand." He stopped, feeling incredibly awkward. "Well, I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, I guess." Michael couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or sadness that permeated the steely voice. "Good bye, Michael." Michael sucked in a breath, realizing that this was the first time it had ever been 'Good bye,' and not 'Later.'

"'Bye, Brian." He didn't hang up until he heard the click on the other end and the dial tone rang in his ear for long moments.

Justin stepped into the loft, humming some radio tune under his breath and kicking off his shoes. He had to get dressed and ready for Daphne to take him to dinner. It was just going to be the two of them, because she wanted all the juicy details about his art and the patrons, and Brian's reactions to everything,

He glanced toward the couch and stopped. Brian was sitting very still on the cushions, a bottle of Beam in one hand and a glass in the other, wearing his blue silk robe. Justin approached him slowly, as one would approach a wild animal.

"Brian?"

Brian's voice was soft and weary and hurting. He sighed quietly as Justin rubbed his shoulders. "Michael called today. Asked if we could still be friends. I told him no."

Justin continued his massage, nuzzling the back of Brian's head. "Do you want me to stay in with you tonight?"

"No, fuck that, Justin. Daphne wants to see you. Go spend some time with your…best…friend." His words seem to catch up to him late, and he took a large swallow of the bottle in his fist. It was already mostly empty, so Justin decided it was okay to let him finish it. He gave Brian one last squeeze and moved away, pulling the rest of the liquor from the shelf and moving it away from Brian. Then he went to the bedroom and changed. When he came back down, Brian was lying stretched out on the couch on his back, a throw pillow covering his face. Justin picked up the pillow, gave Brian an upside-down kiss goodbye, and replaced the pillow. He whispered "Later," into Brian's ear and left.

Melanie and Emmett sat at a booth in the diner. Jenny was squawking and laughing, scribbling lines on a piece of notepad paper Emmett had put in front of her. Melanie picked at her fruit salad as she watched Emmett check off items on his list for whatever party he was planning now. She sighed and rummaged around in her bag for Jenny's juice. Emmett stopped writing and looked up, taking a bite from his sandwich and watching her as she handed Jenny the plastic bottle of OJ.

"You and Lindsay seem to be getting along. Much better than…before."

Melanie remembered for a moment the shambles her marriage had been in after the move to Canada. She nodded. "We've been going to couples counseling. We started right before we moved back."

"That's good. For you and the kids."

"Yeah, it really is. We're communicating better and for once, I think we're actually pretty happy."

"Good for you, Sweetie. When do you start back at your old firm?"

"In a couple days. Which is nice, but in the meantime I have to find daycare for Gus and Jenny so that Linds doesn't have to stay home with the kids. She wants to go back to work for Sidney Bloom, if he'll have her. She's having dinner with him right now, actually. I guess she wanted to talk to him and catch up."

"I'm so glad you're back here and doing well so fast."

"Yeah. Michael seems overjoyed that he doesn't have to fly out to see Jenny."

Emmett nodded. He had the sense not to mention Brian, and how happy he must be to see Gus. He continued with his list, and Melanie went back to her fruit salad.

"And he was just gushing praise. He kept saying how I was 'so brave to put such strong emotions on canvas this way,' and 'it's amazing how someone so young could have so much experience and wisdom.' It was such bullshit."

"He's right, you know." Daphne speared a piece of asparagus and popped it in her mouth. "You have experienced more bad things than most people. I mean, you're in love with Brian! That's enough experience for a lifetime."

"Very funny, Daphne." She grinned at Justin and he rolled his eyes. He shook his head, sawing his meat into edible-sized pieces. "Still…fucking art critics."

"Okay, so you told me about all the amazing people who came to see your show and what all the 'fucking art critics' said about your work. What about Brian? What did he think?"

"Well, he was proud of me. He didn't say as much, but I could tell. He thought it was funny that I put the drawing from the GLC art show in."

"Yeah, but what about the paintings? He didn't see any of them beforehand, did he?"

"No. Nobody did, except for my manager. He…well, they really affected him. You saw the photos, right?"

"Duh! I bought the magazine as soon as it came out."

"He was really affected by them. Especially the one of him."

"Yeah, well, what did you expect? But seriously, they're fucking unbelievable. You're amazing."

"Thanks, Daph." She smiled and waved him away. The conversation moved on to her homework for med school, and some guy in her class that was always flirting with her, who she thought was pretty cute.

"Want dessert?" Daphne asked as the waiter took their plates away.

"Do you even have to ask?" She smirked and took the dessert menu handed to her. They decided to share a big piece of chocolate cake.

"I should put a candle on it and make you blow it out."

"Why?"

"In honour of your big night, and your success. Well, I have a lighter, you can blow that out." She pulled her lighter out of her pocket and flicked the flame alight, holding it over the slice. Justin leaned in and blew it out with a smile. Daphne clapped her hands, then handed Justin a fork and they dug in.

Justin and Daphne stepped outside, laughing and joking.

"Did you take the bus here?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Jeez, you should really get a car."

"Ah, I don't need one. I can walk or take transit. It's all right."

"Okay, whatever you say. You want a ride back to the loft?"

Justin nodded. "Sure."

Daphne unlocked her Prius and they got in. She turned the radio on to some pop station, and as she made her way out of the parking lot, Justin turned it to an oldies station. They fought playfully over the radio as they made their way across town. When they were stopped at an intersection, they finally agreed on a mixed station that played whatever callers wanted.

"Uh, Daph? Light's green."

"Oh!" She looked away from the screen on the dashboard that told her what song was currently playing, and moved into the intersection. Justin glanced at her smiling face, about to say something, but movement in the window beside her caught his eye.

"Daphne! Look out!" She looked at him, frightened, and he had enough time to fling his arms up over his face before the oncoming car slammed into them.

The first thing Justin registered was the noise of a million car horns blaring. One in particular was a continuous, unbroken stream of sound. He uncovered his eyes and looked to his left. Daphne was slumped over the steering wheel, airbag deflated beneath her.

"Daphne? Fuck, Daphne!" he pushed at her shoulder. She coughed, took a shuddering breath, then opened her eyes and shifted to look at him.

"What happened?"

"Fuck! Daphne, I thought you were…" he pressed his fingers into his eyes. "Shit."

Daphne coughed again, wincing. "No, no, I'm okay. Fuck, my ribs!"

At the mention of ribs, Justin realized that his body was registering pain in his abdomen. His ribs were killing him. Again. His right ankle was throbbing and his palm was numb where he'd smacked the dashboard to keep from falling into it.

Someone knocked on his window. He looked up. A woman stood outside, cell phone to her ear. He fumbled for a moment and managed to get the door open. Daphne's door was ruined.

"Are you two all right?" The woman asked. "I'm calling the paramedics."

"We're okay, ma'am. Just a little banged up."

The woman nodded. "Well, the man on phone says to tell you to stay put so you don't aggravate any injuries you might have. I'm going to go check on the other driver."

The ambulance was fast, blaring into the intersection with an alarm that sounded too loud. The paramedics let them get out, checked them over. The other driver also had injured ribs, and they suspected head trauma, so they rushed him straight to the hospital. Even though Justin really didn't want to, both the paramedics and Daphne insisted on taking them both to the hospital.

"You need to let them look at your head. Just in case." Justin rolled his eyes, insisting that he was fine, but got into the ambulance anyway, Daphne sitting beside him.

The doc gave him a small bandage brace for his sprained ankle and some pain meds for his ribs. His head was fine. Daphne had a few broken fingers and a broken rib. Her other ribs were simply bruised. The doctor said she might have a black eye, and her jaw would be sore from the force of the airbag, but other than that, she was okay.

Justin sat in the waiting room when he was finished, and called Brian. Daphne was a few feet away, calling her mother.

"Come on, Brian, pick up." Justin murmured as the ringing continued.

"Yeah? Hello?"

"Brian?" The adrenaline was finally beginning to leave his system, and he couldn't stop his voice from shaking.

"Justin, are you alright? You sound strange. I thought you were with Daphne."

"I'm at the hospital."

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