JUSTIN’S POV

“C’mon, Sunshine,” Debbie says, shoving a bunch of flyers into my hands as she positions me at the bottom of the steps at Woody’s. “Just use your charm, and give ‘em out.” She smiles and cracks her gum at me, heading down the street to pick out a location of her own.

I shuffle my feet and stare at the folded pieces of paper clutched in-between my gloved fingers.

This is fucking stupid.

And hopeless. Just... hopeless.

A bunch of printed words on some cheap paper isn’t going to do anything. We need Rage with his mind control powers to come here and change everyone’s mind.

Fuck. And I need to get a serious grip on reality.

There is no Rage. There is no fairness. And there is nothing that we can do. I tried what I could and got suspended. And faced with the threat of permanent expulsion if they saw one more of my posters hit the streets.

And there’s nothing that Brian can do. No matter how much faith I have in him... there’s nothing he could possibly do to stop this. It’s completely, and totally, out of our control.

We just have to hope that people will see past the lies and fakery and see what’s really going on. But with glossy, high-tech ads running in their faces every ten minutes, announcing how wonderful, how fair, how right fucking Jim Stockwell is for mayor... well, I don’t know how much hope there really is.

And pamphlets just aren’t going to cut it.

I humour Deb anyway, and start handing out the flyers to people as they walk past me, but I watch as one after another... they just take one look at the boring printed words, then the paper flutters to the ground as it’s dropped and left. Stepped on. Ignored.

Nobody seems to understand.

Can’t change anyone’s mind with a speech or a scream. No one wants to listen, anyway.

Fuck it. It’s cold and my feet hurt and my nose is running and I’m done. I head inside and grab a beer at the bar, then flop down on a stool, dropping the stack of papers in front of me. Stare at it for a minute, then pick one up and fold it into a paper airplane, shooting it across the bar.

Hey, at least someone picks it up and reads it this time.

Deb comes up and harasses me, but I’m too tired to argue with her. I mean, I admire her enthusiasm but you gotta know when to just give up.

I concentrate on folding another one, when I feel a tap on my arm, and Brian’s there, yelling at the bartender to turn on the TV.

The bar goes quiet suddenly as Jason Kemp’s picture fills the screen... ominous music and a voiceover... and then there’s the story. The fucking story about Jason Kemp and Keith Rikart and Jim Stockwell... the story that only Brian knows and I know... and...

Fuck.

Rage... came through.

I watch as the announcement plays. And it’s good. So good. The script is perfect and has Brian’s voice all over it. I glance over at him and he’s not watching the screen, just scanning over the faces in the bar. Seeing people take in the ad, seeing as the message gets hit home a thousand times harder than any piece of paper could ever do.

They see it. They hear it. They know it now.

And Brian did it.

Don’t know how... don’t know who he’s working with or how he possibly convinced someone to back him with however much money it must cost to buy airtime.

But he did something.

I just look at him out of the corner of my eye, listening. A hush falls over Woody’s as the ad comes to a close, then the murmur of discussion begins. People talking. The message spreading. Maybe... just maybe... the scale tipping in the right direction.

Brian’s got this little self-satisfied grin on his face that he quickly wipes away. Looks around, then his eyes fall on mine.

“Meet you at Babylon tonight?” he says calmly, eyebrows raised, as though he didn’t just come running in here like a maniac.

I feel the corner of my mouth creep up in a half smile. “Sure,” I say slowly.

He leans in and gives me a kiss. “Later,” he says, walking away.

And then he’s gone.

And he seriously asks me where I learned it from.

Clever devil.

We hook up at Babylon later. Share shots at the bar and dance for a couple songs, but Brian’s totally distracted. He looks closed off, and I mean in a different way than normal. He just looks... I don’t know how to explain it. It was like when he and Mikey were fighting or when his dad died... he’s just holding something inside.

We move together on the dance floor and his fingers wrap around the back of my neck and he pulls me close, pressing our foreheads together. I hang my arms loosely around his waist and match his back and forth sway... letting him lead me... close my eyes... his thumb strokes my neck... and we dance to our own beat...

A few songs pass, then he slips his hand down my back, and motions with his head towards the bar. I follow and stand beside him, knocking back the glass of JB the bartender puts in front of me, then pushing my empty glass back at him for another one. Know I can’t afford it... know I really shouldn’t... know that Brian will pay anyway, when he can’t and shouldn’t and I really, really, have to stop letting him do that...

But...

I don’t.

Just right now... I’d like to pretend for a little that our lives are like they used to be. Before Stockwell, before Ethan, before I got bashed... when all I knew and I all cared about was going home with Brian that night and getting the shit fucked outta me. When I thought the biggest crisis in the world was that my mom suspected I was gay.

Fuck all I knew then.

I fill my mouth with the shot of JB and swallow it down, the familiar burn and warmth settling through me, the sharp taste of alcohol drying on my tongue and reminding me of a thousand of Brian’s kisses.

Glance over at him... he leans against the bar, staring out at the crowd, just watching, watching, watching. Scanning across the faces and listening to every word he can. Guys slide beside us and order drinks... talk to the bartender... talk to each other... talk to us...

“Can you believe that happened?”

“I’m not voting for that fucker anymore.”

People talking, talking, talking... the ad is even on rotation on one of the screens at Babylon, the message silently playing out under the beat of electronica.

Just hope it’s not too late.

Brian leans into me suddenly, and his words spread hotly into my ear...

“I want you to suck my cock,” he whispers, fingers sliding across my crotch. Makes me horny just to hear him say the words. A warm zing through my belly that makes my dick hard.

Fingers grip mine, his palm cool and clammy even though it’s hot in the club. He pulls me through the maze of thumping bodies, leading me to the bathroom — the only place left to fuck now that the backroom’s permanently closed. He pushes aside others ahead of us in line, slamming open a cubicle door, and pulling me inside.

He locks the door behind him, giving me a look, then presses me against the cool metal wall. Quickly puts his mouth on mine, kissing me... eyes closed, breathing hard. His fingers slide up under my shirt and they’re icy cold.

I shiver beneath his touch, the coolness sending goosebumps to my skin. Press my hands to his back, opening my mouth to let his tongue inside.

Lips stuck together in hard kisses, he guides me around, turning so his back is to the wall. I fumble with his belt buckle, then finally unclasp it, sliding my hand into the front of his pants, and pressing my palm to his dick. He’s not quite hard, but I squeeze him lightly, kneading his cock with my warm hand.

His eyes stay closed and our kiss is broken as he parts his lips to inhale deeply, letting a soft moan escaping his throat.

I kiss him on the chin and pull down his pants as I crouch down on the ground at his feet, bracing myself against his legs, so my knees don’t touch the wet floors. Pull his cock from his pants, stroking him... he’s hard now and I kiss his mushroom head, flicking my tongue across his piss-slit. He sucks in a breath and slides down the wall a few inches...

Guide his cock into my mouth, then grasp onto the backs of his thighs and slide my lips down his cock, filling my mouth with him, then slide back up... then down... then back up... then down... hold him inside me and feel his cock twitch against my tongue... milk him with my mouth... softly sucking him with my cheeks...

He grips my hair hard then lets go a little, then hard again, tilting his hips up into my mouth. I taste salty pre-cum on my tongue and it feels slick inside my cheeks.

Mmmm... Justin... he whispers my name and he goes to that place in his head where it doesn’t matter where we really are — the loft or the car or the bathroom at Babylon... that place where he zones and lets himself get lost in the pleasure...

I let him guide me with his hands, holding my head steady as he fucks my mouth deeply. I open my throat and let him slide down inside me. He’s the only person I could ever trust to do that. Anyone else I feel panicked and like I’ll choke, but his cock slips in and out of my throat easily. I tighten my lips with each stroke, pushing forward a little to take him even more... stretching my lips and wanting him so deep inside my mouth, inching forward slowly till I feel his pubes on my upper lip, his balls dancing against my chin...

He moans louder, grunting, pulling at my hair... shuddering breaths and I know he’s going to cum. I slide him out of my throat and suck on the head of his cock, humming around him in my mouth, jerking him off with my fingers slipping up and down his wet shaft...

Then... ah... body tenses and he lets out a gasp, then a sigh, and I taste his cum... just a few drops at first, then more, more, more, filling my mouth with his seed... shooting, shooting till he’s done.

I let his cock rest in my mouth and float in the sea of cum I hold inside. Swallow a little, feel cum slide down my throat as he strokes my hair softly, his hands warm and damp on my head.

Slowly slide his cock from between my lips, and he shudders a little at the sensation. I leave some cum on his shaft and swallow the rest... then lick the remnants from his dick so he can watch... kissing his mushroom head again...

I catch my breath... feel so fucking wound up and horny and I press my face to his pubes. Just wanna breathe for a second... take in the smell of his cock...

Then his palms are on my cheeks and he tips my eyes to his, and I look up at him... the harsh light of the bathroom glowing behind his head. I can barely see his face with the light behind him, but it makes him look ethereal and beautiful...

He pulls me to my feet and holds his hands to my face, warm palms pressed against my flushed cheeks. He grins and looks relaxed now and it makes me feel good to know that I did that...

Pulls my lips to his and kisses me softly, then deeply... brushing his thumbs across my cheekbones... licking inside my mouth... covering my lips with his... feels so intense... feels... great... I forget where we are and get lost in his mouth... his hands on my face... and... I feel like I’m his...

Justin... he sighs after a moment... breath catching in our throats from suffocating kisses...

A smile breaks across my face...

Brian... I sigh back. It’s all about now... together... when the world stops and there’s nothing else that matters...

He slowly drops his hands to his sides and my skin feels hot where his palms pressed against me. He looks at me grinning and kisses me on the nose.

“Christ, you give good head,” he chuckles out, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks.

“It’s a gift,” I laugh back at him, and carefully zip up his pants as he watches. “And you can share your gift with me later, at the loft.” I stick my tongue between my teeth and leer at him, brushing my ass against his hip. I crave his cock in my hole *right now* but I’ll wait and get the fucking of my life later on.

He unlocks the door, smacking me on the ass and pushing me gently out. “Now... which gift of mine would you like? There are so many to choose from,” he’s rubbing his chin and raising his eyebrows at me.

“Hmmm. Maybe your talent for writing excellent ad copy? Or your incredible story boarding skills?” I dangle that out there, grinning at him as he heads to the urinal to take a piss. I stand beside him and go too, and he just looks over at me and shrugs. Tries to bite his lip, but a smile sneaks out.

“C’mon Brian. I know you helped make that ad,” I say to him but he just raises his eyebrows at me, and keeps his lips tightly shut.

We wash our hands and I stare at him. “The ‘Concerned Citizens for the Truth’? Who the fuck are they?”

He just shrugs again. I bring up the money, and even though he’s trying to play dumb, he gives away too much. He knows how much the ads cost and how often they’re going to be playing.

Someone must’ve hired him. Maybe Deekins, maybe someone else... it had to be someone. But who the fuck would have that kind of money?

I give up trying to get the information out of him. It’ll come out eventually - it’s only another day till the election and I’m sure Brian will tell me then.

I can wait.

I knew it would take Justin about five seconds to figure out I had a hand in this. But I didn’t want to tell him the truth just yet. Not until it was too late to really do anything about it. Not until it was too late for him to try and get me to change my mind. Not that I think he would... but I’m kind of enjoying my anonymity right now.

Besides, he’ll find out soon enough. The auction company comes at 2:00 tomorrow. He’ll find out after everything’s been cleaned out. After all the furniture’s gone.

I squeeze my eyes shut then open them again. Don’t think about it.

I twine my fingers in-between Justin’s and he squeezes my hand. I glance over at him, and he shakes his head at me, smiling. And it’s enough. More than enough to let me know that it’ll all be worth it.

We see Emmett hanging around the bar and Justin leads me over. Emmett looks like shit, standing there, fucking depressed over that useless piece of shit he still pines for. I used to think Ted was okay — I mean, I tolerated him, absolutely. And fuck, if I really think about it, I even tried to help him a time or two.

But he’s useless now. Worthless. He’s fucking wasting his life and trying to bring everyone down with him. Lindsay told me about the money he took from them and it made me sick. She had to hold me back from calling Ted that night. I haven’t talked to him since. Can’t think of what else to say except accuse him of stealing money from a child. Fucker.

The only way I’d ever talk to him again is if he finally gets himself into re-hab. But I think he’s going to kill himself first. He’s weak. So fucking weak. And spineless. Self-loathing, pathetic, shit. He’ll never have the motivation to get himself into re-hab. He has too much self-hatred to ever think he’s good enough to save.

And that leaves Emmett. Alone.

Makes me dislike Ted even more.

Emmett is far, far too good to go down with him.

Not that he’s my best fucking friend or anything... but ever since Mikey met him when he moved into that apartment building... Emmett’s just been around. Just been there. 

I’ve never had issue with him. Never. He’s got my respect. Because he has pride, he has confidence... a sense of self-worth. And honestly, he’s one of the best people I know. He truly is. He’s just been unfortunate to have shit pile after shit pile dumped on him.

He deserves better than this.

He sees us and I try to joke with him, throwing one of my famous Kinney-ism’s at him, but he just looks at me like he wants to take me down, and I stop. Justin offers to buy him a drink and heads off to the bar.

Fuck. Emmett really, really deserves better than this.

I slip my arm around him and take his hand in mine. “C’mon,” I say, and pull him to the dance floor.

He stops and looks at me like I’m fucking nuts. Maybe I am, but... I’m in a giving mood. I’ve started doing the right thing, and godammit, if I can’t stop.

EMMETT’S POV

Well if this isn’t the first sign of the apocalypse.

Brian Kinney is being civil to me. Never thought I’d see the day.

I was just standing there at the bar, thinking to myself that I didn’t even know why I came to Babylon tonight. Looking for punishment, wanting to wallow in self-pity, wanting to get fucked and hoping that would make me feel better...

Knowing it wouldn’t.

I saw Brian and Justin coming towards me through the crowd and half of me wanted to run away and hide, the other half wanted a shoulder to cry on... but all of me just stayed there and took Brian’s usual bullshit until I asked him to stop.

Which he did.

Then he pulled me onto the dance floor, his hands warm and strong. I realized he’d never touched me like that before and it made ridiculous little feelings of a crush that started so long ago come back to life.

We danced and I asked him why... why he was doing this...

Egotistical bastard. He said he thought I’d enjoy being the center of attention. Said I’d get it with him.

Damn if he isn’t right. I see the way eyes follow him across the dance floor. I see the way boys look at him. I’ve seen it ever since I first met him. I’ve looked at him that way myself. I still look at him that way... sometimes...

Wonder what taking a few missed opportunities might’ve brought...

But one night of fucking wasn’t worth losing Michael over. Knew he’d never speak to me again if we did that. Knew he’d hate me. Blame me.

Because with Michael... Brian is always forgiven. Brian is never blamed. Brian... is...

Holding my hand... I smile for a moment, scan the faces, see them watching us.

He’s right... we’re both tall...

And then...

Christ.

Teddy. I see him. And that asshole is with him.

My heart stops. My breath catches in my throat. My steps slow.

Brian catches my gaze, knows who I’m looking at.

“You need to move on,” he says. I see where this is going. See behind the simple gesture he tried to put out there. Brian can’t just do anything nice, can he? Has to have some motivation behind it.

He starts to say these things.. telling me I need to forget Ted. Telling me that he’s dead, for Christ’s sakes... and it’s so close to the truth, and so hard to hear... my heart breaks. I feel tears come to my eyes and I swallow hard, because I don’t want it to be true. I can’t believe he’d say these things. I can’t believe someone could say these things...

I wonder why he hates me so much... to say these things...

He just looks at me with this smug grin on his face and tells me to keep dancing.

I stare him in open-mouthed shock. Holding my fragile heart together inside me, trying to put up some kind of shield... trying to protect myself from him in any way I can...

And he just looks at me...

I ask him how he can do it... be so heartless... and he tells me you get the knack of it... which he obviously has...

How someone can be loved by so many, yet have no heart of his own?

I start to walk away, but he’s still yelling at me over the pounding music, telling me that I’ll go down too. That Teddy’ll kill me too, and I don’t want him to be right... know that he can’t possibly be right...

... but then I remember what the last few weeks with Ted were like... being pushed and hit... being coerced and convinced to take that fucking drug... being pressured and begged to take it again... being fucked over and over again... painfully... needing it to stop, pleading for it to stop...

... remember worrying about him when he didn’t come home for three days and I was alone... totally alone...

... remember the cruel, cruel, things he said to me...

I know that it wasn’t really Ted saying those things. Doing those things. I know that it was that evil weeding itself inside him.

But he told me he loves the drug more than he loves me. Told me that the drug makes him feel better than I can.

I’m better than that.

And in that second I realize that Brian is so much more than I ever, ever gave him credit for. That in his fucked up, demented way, Brian is trying to help me.

That Brian cares more for me right now than Teddy does.

I stop walking away and turn back to stare at Brian.

He’s right. So right.

Of course he’s right.

He’s Brian Kinney.

And he’s not heartless.

I go back to him. Return to the spotlight. Return to Brian. Dance like nothing matters. Dance like I’m okay now. Dance like I’m moving on. He smiles at me, watching me. Brushes his cock against mine and it makes me shiver.

I know Ted is watching. I feel his eyes on me. I feel them burning into me. I feel the jealousy, feel the resentment, the spite, the...

... regret...

... maybe...

But I’m here. He knows what he has to do to come get me. He knows what I want from him. What I need from him.

And I won’t accept anything less.

I’m Emmett Honeycutt. And I’m better than this.

Brian showed me that.

I catch Ted in the corner of my eye, walking out the door. Our eyes meet...

But I don’t see Teddy any more. I don’t see the man I fell in love with. The best friend I shared everything with. He’s lost now. Gone.

Christ, I hope he finds himself again.

But Brian’s right. I can’t lose myself too.

I tear my eyes away from Ted’s and meet Brian’s. He’s looking at me and nodding his head and I know that he’s more man than I ever, ever imagined.

And I dance like the man I know I am. Caring, loving, passionate, full of self-respect and joy... and... proud.

I’ve got my pride back. And I won’t let anyone take it away from me again.

I catch Justin’s eye across the dance floor and he’s smiling at me with a what-the-fuck look plastered all over his face.

Yeah, Emmett was right. He and I never have done this before.

But I couldn’t just stand by and watch him die too. Not for that pathetic piece of shit. No way.

So I told Emmett what I thought. Spoke my mind, as I’ve been known to do on occasion. I think I got through... I honestly don’t care what he thinks of me...

Called me heartless...

Been called worse...

Justin comes up and dances with us and Emmett grabs someone else from the floor and dances with him... gives my hand a squeeze and they move away...

“Brian...?” Justin starts, looking at me as though he has no clue what to even ask me.

But I put my arm around Justin’s waist and pull him to me quickly, he laughs and falls into me, grabbing my shoulders for balance, pressing his cheek to my chest, the question forgotten.

I feel his dick brush against my leg and he’s hard, his skin is hot... his back rising quickly beneath my fingers...

He lifts his head, looking up at me and wraps his fingers around my neck and pulls me to him for a kiss... his lips leave mine and find my ear...

Take me home and fuck me...  he whispers loudly over the music, licking at my earlobe as the last words leave his lips.

I say nothing, just smile and sling my arm around his neck, leading him to the door.

We get home, not too drunk, not even a little high... just buzzy and horny and hot from dancing and I feel... exhausted from today. Emotional and kind of foolish, almost sentimental, knowing that tomorrow my life will change again.

I look around at the loft, knowing it will never look this way again.

Full of this furniture...

And I suddenly know what I want to do right now.

We peel off jackets and kick off shoes, Justin pulls my shirt over my head and I unbutton his pants, fingering his cock as I do... his eyes slip closed and a small smile crosses his lips.

I grab the band of his underwear and lead him to the couch... push down his pants and he steps out of them... turn him around, facing away from me... take his hands in mine and guide him... wrap his fingers around the back of the couch... he climbs up on the seat... kneeling on the cushions... knees wide apart...

Climb up behind him, slide my knees between his and press my body against his back. He straightens, his head coming up to rest in the crook of my neck and I run my fingers up his chest... push my cock between his ass cheeks... fingers slide up to wrap around his neck loosely... but holding him back against my chest... I can feel his heart beating in his jugular... so fast... fluttering...

His mouth drops open... and tiny gasps leave his throat... he scratches lightly with his stubby fingernails on the material...

Find a condom under the cushions... release Justin for a moment and his head falls forward... he bends over the couch and it opens his hole and I feel it on my cock, the spasms of his ass trying to pull me inside... waiting... needing...

I slide the condom on quickly then grab him again, wrapping my arm tightly around his chest, restraining him against me and his head comes up again to rest on my shoulder.

Put my cock at his hole... and sliiiiiiiiide into him... one swift movement and he moans loudly... hands scrabbling behind me to push me farther inside... wait for a second... breathing... then... slowly start to rock into him... hard fucks... pushing him into the back of the couch...

His fingers leave me to hold onto the couch for balance... he pushes back, taking me inside him... over and over again... have one hand wrapped loosely around his throat... the other covering his on the back of the couch... and...

I like fucking him on this couch... like... the way I can hold his body so close to mine... like the soft cushions beneath my knees... like this couch...

Like... like... ah... his tight little hole pulling me inside over and over again...God... he’s ready too soon... feel his body tense... panting breaths pulling in and out of his lungs... take his cock in my fingers and stroke him quickly... still fucking him hard... not stopping... till I feel him... tighter... tighter... tighter... ah. ah. ah... ride his orgasm, fucking him, fucking him, fucking him... harder, harder... then... oh... oh... bite his hair, catching it in my teeth... big mouthfuls of it... tasting shampoo and hair gel and just holding his body against mine... I cum... cum... cum... release everything into him...

Ohhh... I let his hair fall from my mouth and take my hand from his throat... he falls forward a little, taking a gulp of air... I caught his cum in my palm... and I smear it up his chest... rubbing it into his skin... across his taut belly... swirling it around his nipples... he hummms and sighs... at my touch...

Slowly, slowly... pull out of him... climbing off the couch, and stepping back onto the hardwood...

Yeah... liked fucking him on that couch...

He twists around and flops down on the cushions... looking at me with this big grin on his face... drying cum shining on his chest... hair all messed up and his cheeks flushed...

I crook my finger at him, motioning for him to follow me... I wander over to the chaise and lie back on the smooth leather... cool on my over-heated skin...

“Got any ice cream?” he jokes, climbing onto my lap, legs falling to either side of the chaise... his soft ass pressing against my thighs...

I just shake my head sadly, then pull him to my lips for a kiss... his hair falling onto my cheeks... our cocks press together... feel the heat from his pulsing into mine...

He takes both our dicks in his hand and starts stroking us lightly... his touch his light and his fingers damp and warm... and both our cocks are hard and hot again... he grabs a condom from the side table and rolls it on me... then stands up a little... taking my cock between his fingers... and positioning me at his hole... then sloooooowwwwwly sits down on my cock... ah... yeah... his fingers quiver as he holds my dick steady... I watch his face...

God... he’s beautiful... head rolls back on his shoulders... eyes... drifting closed... tongue... darting out to lick his lips... as his jaw drops open in a gasp...

Fuck... he takes me deep inside him... it’s warm and tight... and... Christ... so good... he slowly starts to fuck himself on my dick... muscles in his thighs tensing against my sides... as he pushes himself up... then... slides... back down... clenching his ass tightly around my cock...

I love fucking on the chaise... he can take me so deep... and he gets control... I love watching him fuck himself... the way his face changes... the way... he looks... love feeling his cum shoot out over me... the feel of my bare ass on the leather... love fucking on the chaise...

Suddenly he falls on top of me... kissing me hard on the lips... breath pushing out his nose to wash over my face... he takes my wrists in his hands and holds my arms over my head... capturing me... mouth taking over mine... fuck... hmmm... milking my cock with his ass as he bounces in my lap... oh... he’s... going faster and impossibly deeper each time... till... till... ah... I cum loudly... unexpectedly... moaning into his mouth... jerking beneath him... then... gasping for breath... squeezing my eyes shut...

He keeps me deep, deep inside him... and leans back... lifting his feet off the floor, he braces himself on the chair... and it’s even more... I’m buried inside him... my pubes plastered against his ass... sweat sticking us together... all his weight pushing me further inside him...

Oh God... I can’t breathe... it’s too much... he... wraps his hand around his cock... starts jacking himself to completion... I lay my fingers on the inside of his thighs... touching the soft skin there... feeling the downy hairs beneath my fingertips...

Watching... as his hand flies over his dick... dark red and dripping... I start to push up into him... tiny thrusts... and it’s enough to send him... over the edge... he starts to cry out... and then his cum spurts out over my chest... across my chin... dripping down my sides... his ass so tight on my dick I think he squeezes more out of me too...

“Oh... fuck... wow...” he sighs... then rubs his hand over his face... wiping sweat from his forehead... his hole clenches around my dick and I breathe in quickly... 

He slowly stands up... lifting himself off my cock... as he stands, his knees start shaking and he bends over, snickering at himself...

I smile at him lazily and pull the condom off, tossing it to the floor... running my fingers in his cum on my chest... it’s warm and slick on my skin... smells like sex with Justin, and I love that smell...

He pads over to the kitchen, wiping cum from his fingers on his leg absentmindedly... opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, drinking half of it in one gulp... then covering his mouth to hide a belch...

Turns to look at me, grinning broadly... I hold my hand out for the water, and he comes over, putting the cool bottle in my fingers... I drink back the rest of the bottle and let it fall to the floor...

“I’m beat,” he says, yawning widely, and rubbing his fingers over his eyes, slowly walking to the bedroom...

I slide my feet to the ground and push myself out of the chair quietly, then jump up behind him and grab him around the waist... his body is warm in my arms and he yelps out with laughter, his stomach muscles rippling beneath my fingers...

“One more,” I say into his ear... he falls back against my chest and twists his head around for a kiss...

“If you insist...” he says...

“I do...” I say back... turning him around in my arms and kissing him... our cocks brush together... hmm... I walk him backwards towards the dining table, till his thighs bump up against it...

“Oh God...” he says... looking up at me... his pupils suddenly dilating and making his eyes so dark... “On the table?”

I nod at him slowly, smirking... the last time I fucked him on the table he kept screaming he was going to die, it felt so good. There’s something about the angle... the height... rubs him inside just the right way to make him fucking crazy...

Wrap my arms around him... my palms cupping his ass... my chest still wet and sticky with his cum... brushing against him... kiss his neck... suck in his scent... plant my lips on his skin and nibble with my teeth... harder then softer...

His fingers sweep across my skin... trace down my spine... rest on the globes my of ass... hear him breathing deeply... little sighs leaving his lips...

Lift him up to sit on the edge of the table... he gasps loudly...

“It’s cold!” he laughs... then stops... giving me a look... then laughs louder...

I know what he’s remembering... remembering... a time he said that before.

I capture his lips with mine to stop the giggles... I can’t be reminiscent now... don’t want to dwell on old memories right now... I want to make new ones...

His hands press on my ass... and I nudge closer to him... the edge of the table biting into my upper thighs... put my hand on the back of his neck and lower him slowly to the table... he scrunches up his face.

“Cold,” he says again, laughing... squirming against the cool table top.

“You’ll heat up,” I whisper into his face without thinking, and his expression softens... he nods just a little...

I roll on another condom, and grip his ankles, sliding them over my shoulders...

Put my cock at his hole... bend over him... and push in slowly, slowly, slowly... feeling his muscles quivering around me... warm and soft inside him... ah... so tight... feels so good... he welcomes me inside him... hole begging for me... pulling me deeper...

“God... God... God... ah!” he gasps suddenly, clutching at my hands, wrapped around his thighs... “Slow, Brian... slow...” he whispers... his head tipped back on the table... eyes scrunched up shut...

“Slow... like this?” I ask him... easing further inside... all the way... till I feel his ass on my thighs... start moving my hips in small, slow circles... rubbing him inside in all the right places...

He pants hard... “Fuck... yes... yes... oh God...”

His thighs start shaking and he bounces his head on the table... a quiet “ow” leaves his lips, then he’s lost again...

Draw my cock out... then... push back in... deliberately... slowly... watch his face as he feels the pleasure inside... mouth hanging open... he tips his hips up on the in stroke, trying to get me inside him more...

“Faster now?” I ask... pulling back out... then pushing in again...

He nods, licking at his lips... “Yeah... yeah... faster,” his tongue darts out and I bend over and kiss him... his ankles wrap around my neck... and hold me close...

Start a faster rhythm... grip his thighs tighter... push up on the in stroke... each time eliciting a sound from Justin’s lips... a moan... a laugh... a cry... a deep exhale... my muscles work overtime... feel sweat busting out on my forehead... a heavy bruise forming on my thighs from the edge of the table...

Justin’s squeezing my biceps and digging his nails into me... his face deep red and his hair plastered all over his forehead... mmmmmmph... taking me, taking me, taking me... fuck him harder till it’s all a blur of pleasure... just a constant high... running through my dick and coursing through my entire body...

 “Brian... Bri-oh God... I’m dying again... dying... ” he starts to say, then fades away into incoherency... I put my hands on his shoulders and pull him back onto my cock... still pushing, pushing, pushing... inside him... the hair on his legs brushing against my neck softly as he pulls me closer to him...

And then suddenly too fast too fast... oh GOD... yeah, yeah, yeah... time stops and all I feel is sticky warmth on my chest and tightness everywhere... everywhere... and... oh oh oh oh yeah... bite my lips and try to breathe and let go and it's good so good so good... and then it’s all over all over...

He’s looking up at me... chest heaving... face flushed... deep red bruise on his neck from my mouth... got that shaky and overwhelmed look all over him...

I think he’ll miss the table more than I will...

Let my dick slip from his hole... lower his legs from my shoulders... I lick at the cum on his chest... sliding my tongue up his skin... over his Adam’s apple... under his chin... and end up at his lips... little kisses...

“Fuckin’ hot,” I whisper into his mouth... lips pressed together... his fingers twisting into my hair... the smell of sex and sweat floating in the air...

He nods slowly and doesn’t let the satisfied smirk leave his face.

I follow him as he stumbles up into bed, throwing himself down on it... I take one last look behind me at the loft... at the view that I’ll never get again...

I remember buying every piece... remember... shopping and deciding and getting each one delivered... don’t exactly remember, but know I’ve fucked... hundreds of others... on each piece... but...

I know how I’ll remember everything now. Know we’ve made our mark on everything now.

Fuck it. It’s only furniture, just like it’s only money.

Years from now... I’ll bet I won’t even remember the furniture. I’ll only remember what purpose it served.

Fall into bed beside Justin and he curls his body close to mine... wrapping his arms and legs around me like he’s holding onto me... holding onto something...

I stare at the ceiling and run my fingers across his skin...

This won’t change. This will stay the same.

And that’s really what’s important right now.

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