NO EXCUSES, NO APOLOGIES, NO REGRETS
Part 5 - Let's Play A Game

JUSTIN

I wait in line for over 30 minutes for help at the bank. I'm already stressed out from my European Art of the 19th Century class – having to deal with these long lines and rude people just doesn't help my mood.

The woman at the counter smiles and asks how she can help. I give her my account number and explain to her about the $5000 deposit into it. She spends a few minutes typing on the computer in front of her before telling me: “There's no mistake, Sir. This money is yours.”

I laugh and she offers a slight smile.

“How…?”

“It was deposited here a few days ago,” she says and begins typing again. “Um…from another account. The name says Felix-“

“Fuck!” I blurt out.

Why the hell didn't I realize? Felix and his allowance! I'm grinning like a mad man - I can't believe it. With all this money coming in, I won't have to work and can pay off Brian and… FUCK! Brian! He'll never let me keep the money. I know I shouldn't keep the money either cuz it wouldn't be right, but…dammit.

“Sir?” she brings me out of my thoughts.

I smile and thank her for all her help before leaving.

As soon as I'm out the door, I dial Felix's flat. He doesn't answer so I leave a message on his voice mail for him to call me as soon as possible.

I've got to get him to stop sending me money. I don't even know WHY he still is. It's not like we're still together and even when we were I worked. I never took any money from him…well, not really.

Brian's going to have a shitfit. He barely tolerates my weekly calls from Felix, knowing that my ex is sending me money will definitely make him burst a blood vessel.

I get home and change my clothes before checking my email. There's one from Felix:

From: kiss_my_fab_ass@webbedup.net
To: taylor_maid_ass@pitts.net
Subject: I'm going out of my fucking mind!

I would call instead of opting for EEErotic-mail but my new flatmate has run up a 1000 quid bill that I refuse to pay! That's right, the bloody sod Hugo has moved his ass into my place indefinitely! He's like a leech, sucking my energy (and food supply) dry. I'm going to kill him, I swear. My stash of fags has gone missing and the tequila I bought at the airport is down to its last drop! If I end up in prison for murdering the ungrateful cow, I'm leaving it all to you. Promise.

I'm going to France this weekend, minus the idiot – wish me luck that I'll meet some charming fag who'll entertain me morning, noon and night. I'm bored to tears. Why don't you come visit? The big man won't mind – and if he does, fuck him!

Fuck! Gotta run! I think the kitchen is exploding!

Save a fuck for me,
F

I laugh and close the box. Poor Felix…I know what a pain in the ass Hugo is firsthand.

I'll be talking to him later so I don't waste time replying. There's another from Daphne telling me she'll be home in a few weeks and can't wait to see me.

I start on dinner – roasted potatoes and lamb – and I'm mostly finished when Brian gets home. He kisses me hello and changes quickly before joining me in the kitchen.

I'm not going to bring up the bank statement if he doesn't. I'll talk to Felix about it first and MAYBE then, if Brian's still interested, I'll explain.

We're sitting at the table eating when the phone rings. Normally, we'd ignore it but Brian's got it near him, having just gotten off the phone with Linds. She still can't stop thanking him for agreeing to have another kid. He's already done his part – loaded up a cup with his finest runners. I shudder everytime I think about it - Brian's sperm being injected into Lindsay's twat. Ugh! I think I just lost my appetite. Then again...

“He's having dinner,” I hear Brian tell the person on the other line and cringe. Shit! It must be Felix.

I quickly stand up and reach for the phone.

Brian watches me coldly. “Keep it brief,” he tells Felix.

I give him a look before snatching the phone out of his hand.

“Hey,” I tell Felix.

“I see the big man's in a fabulous mood,” Felix jokes. “What'd you do? Tell him no dessert tonight?”

I'm aware Brian's watching my every move so I don't laugh. I walk over to the bedroom for more privacy.

“I can't talk right now,” I tell him, knowing Brian's in the other room. “We really are eating dinner.”

“No problem,” he says. “I'm bumming a call off a friend. I can only check messages so do me a favour and call my mobile if you need to get me.”

“That's fine.”

“So what's going on? I got your message.”

I watch Brian as I talk. “I got something in the mail today.”

“What?”

“A bank statement.”

“And?”

“And you can't give me money, Felix.”

“Why the fuck not? It's my money and I can do whatever I please with it.”

“No!” I shout. Brian has stopped eating and is watching me. I lower my voice and say, “I can't take your money.”

“When I bought that loft, I told you it was ours. The money in your account is just most of the rent. I make enough quid so…It's all pretty reasonable to me.”

“It's not!” I mutter. “Stop being stupid and…stop putting the money in my account!”

He laughs. “I wish I could, but it's your name on the lease. If you want, I could fly over and change it all? Of course, I'll need a place to stay. Do you think Brian would mind if I…”

“Felix!” I grumble. “Tell me you're joking.”

“I'm dead serious.”

Shit. Now what? How could be put the loft in MY name? I actually own something? Shit. This means there's always going to be money in my account. What am I supposed to do? How am I going to explain this to Brian?

I talk to Felix for a few more minutes before hanging up and returning to the table. Brian stares at me coldly but I ignore him and focus on my food. The silence is really uncomfortable and I'm the only one eating. Brian refuses to stop staring at me. I keep my gaze lowered until my plate is clean and get up to clear the table. As I attempt to take his plate, he grabs my wrist.

I try to pull away but he won't let go. I have no choice but to look into his eyes. He's angry, that's for sure – his hazel eyes cold and piercing.

“I thought you were done,” I say.

“What the fuck's going on?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“No lies, Justin.”

BRIAN

The minute I mention the word ‘lie' he stiffens up and tries to pull away from me. I can't believe he's pulling this shit again. He's obviously keeping something from me and I want to know what the fuck it is. I refuse to be lied to again.

My grip on his wrist is tight. I want it to hurt enough for him to realize I'm not joking about this conversation. I want to know exactly what he and his pretty boy talked about. Why'd he have to run and hide in the bedroom, whispering like a little girl on the phone?

I knew I should have put a stop to those phonecalls. Knowing he loved that prick was bad enough. Paying hundred dollar phonebills is even worse. I knew Justin didn't have the cash to pay for them so I let him get away with it, thinking it was harmless. Obviously, I was mistaken.

“I'm not lying, Brian!” he shouts as he struggles to get his arm free. He sets his plate on the table.

“What did Felix want?” I pull his other hand into a tight grip and keep my eyes fixed on his. I know he can't lie to me. He never could. He tries, but I can see right through him.

“Just to t…ttalk,” he stammers.

I let him go and get up. I won't get any answers this way – but I'm devious enough to think of another ploy. And I know JUST the method to use on young Sunshine.

I hear him loading the dishwasher as I undress in the bedroom. I pull the tie from my robe out and twirl it around between my fingers.

“Oh, Justin?” I call sweetly.

“What?”

“Come here.”

He takes his time and stands at the foot of the bed, watching my naked form. His eyes focus on my hands and he swallows.

“Brian-“

“What are you doing all the way over there?” I motion him over. “Come here.”

I hear his deep sigh before he walks around and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Brian, let me-“

“Take off your clothes,” I tell him seductively. “I think it's going to get hot in here.”

Justin bites his bottom lip nervously before following my instructions.

“Let's play a game,” I say.

He nods. Once naked, I whip the belt around his neck and push him onto the bed so he's flat on his back. Running my hands up his pale chest, I straddle him bringing our dicks together.

I don't give him a chance to say anything as my mouth takes control of his quickly. I have a plan of action and need to stay in control.

As my tongue explores the roof of his mouth, I clasp both of his hands in one of my own and lift them over his head. I keep them pinned there firmly.

“Brian…” he moans softly.

Using the tie from my robe, I double wrap his wrists and tie him to the bed - tight. I feel him stiffen slightly before he relaxes. He doesn't really mind – it's a game we've played before and enjoyed. We've tied tricks to our bed and tortured them with our tongues, never letting them find release until the very last moment, when their sanity was threatened.

I suck on his bottom lip and hear his whimper. Trailing a hot, wet path, I circle his nipples with my tongue.

“Oh God…” Justin arches his back, begging me to speed things up.

I graze my teeth against the pink nub and see it harden. Applying more pressure with my teeth, I tease the nipple.

“Owww!” he screams from the pain of the bite. “That fucking hurt!”

I lick the sting away and focus on the other. I'm taking my time as I explore the body I know every inch of.

The skin below his navel is slightly thicker and thus harder to suck on. It reddens quickly and I know he'll have my mark tomorrow.

“Brian…” he pleads. “I want you inside me.”

His dick is hard and inches away from my mouth. I let my breath tickle him as I keep my gaze locked onto his eyes.

“You want me to suck you off right now?” I ask.

He nods quickly. “Please, Brian.”

“Then tell me what I need to know.”

He swallows and shuts his eyes tight. “Brian…”

I lick at the tip, the pre-cum spilling over. “I'm listening, Justin.”

But he doesn't open his mouth again. No problem…

I urge his legs upwards and spread them far apart so I can see his tiny pink hole. It's just begging to be fucked. I run my tongue against it slowly and feel Justin stiffen. I keep his legs firmly apart as I fuck his hole with my tongue. He arches his body as I graze my teeth over it. He's trying to push into my mouth, but I pull back just enough. This is MY game…MY rules.

I hear his whimpers. “Oh fuck! Brian…Brian…please.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask huskily.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

“What are you hiding from me?”

He shudders and starts to cry. Good. Let him fucking cry. His tears mean nothing to me right now – the lies are what I'm afraid of.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he cries. “Brian, please stop! Let me go!”

“No,” I flick my tongue at his balls. “Not until you tell me what I need to know.”

He starts tugging at his restraints, trying to get loose but I've tied him up good and tight. The more he struggles, the more it'll hurt. He realizes this and stops. But he doesn't stop crying.

Rolling a condom over my dick, I place my cock over the entrance of his hole.

“Come on, Sunshine,” I whisper as I lean over him. “All of this cock in your ass. Fucking you senseless. All you have to do is tell me.”

I enter slowly but then withdraw. I repeat the motion and each time his ass tries to follow me. Tries to recapture my dick. I know all about restraint though. I've been taught well and he still has a lot to learn.

And finally, he breaks down.

“You win you fucking bastard!” he screams at me. “All that money in my account is mine! From Felix! I own the fucking loft! Is that what you want to hear? That my ex is still taking care of me? Now either fuck me or fucking let me go!”

As soon as the words are out his mouth, I want to fucking kill him. He's got to be kidding me. WHY the fuck did that bastard buy Justin the loft? WHY the fuck is that asshole giving Justin money? Did Justin fucking tell Felix he needed money?

I prop his legs onto my shoulders and ram into him in one thrust, my balls flush against his pale ass cheeks. I meet his screams with my growls.

“You… fucking little… slut,” I groan as I thrust into him hard.

“Fuck… you, you… fucking…prick!” he shouts back.

It doesn't take long before we both cum. He bucks me off him and motions to his tied hands.

“Get this fucking thing off me!” he grumbles.

I loosen it and fall back onto the bed, exhausted. Justin massages his wrists and glares at me.

“That was unfair, Brian!” he shouts, seconds before he hits my chest. “You had no right to trick me like that!”

“You're a lying twat, Justin,” I remind him. “And I had every right! Don't forget whose bed you're in now; who takes care of you, feeds you, clothes you and most importantly, who makes sure you're not fucking up your entire future!”

He glares at me before getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes.

“Everything is always about YOU! Your loft, your bed, your fucking ass!” he screams at me. “Well I don't fucking belong to you, Brian, so FUCK OFF!”

What the fuck? That ticks me off. “That's right, tell me to fuck off. You ungrateful little shit!” I sit up and scream back. “Get the fuck out then! Go take care of yourself or better yet, let your blonde sugar daddy take care of you! He already is anyway!”

He huffs a little at that before muttering something incoherent under his breath. He walks out of the bedroom and is bent over the sofa looking for his jacket.

It's then I realize the little twat's serious about leaving.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask him as I climb out of bed. “This isn't over yet!”

“The fuck it isn't!” he says, turning back to glare at me. “I have nothing to say to you! I can't even stand being in the same room with you right now!”

“Fine!” I mutter, annoyed as I stand at the top of the steps. “Go call your loverboy and complain. Tell him again how much you love him and want him back.”

He lets out a little scream before throwing a pillow at my head. It misses by inches and by the time I look back at him, he's sliding the door open.

“Justin!” I shout. “Get your ass back in here!”

He sticks his middle finger up in the air before slamming the door shut.

Little asshole…

If he thinks I'm going to stay up and wait for him to come back home, he's got another thing coming. I climb back into bed, pull the covers up over me and close my eyes. I've got work tomorrow and refuse to lose sleep over him!

28/11/02

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