CHAPTER THREE

Brian felt the bed move and instantly woke up. Although it was still late in the night, the moon offered some light and he saw Justin sitting on the edge of the bed pushing the duvet off his body.

“Where are you going?” Brian asked sleepily.

Justin nearly jumped out of his skin. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said softly, getting off the bed and walking towards his adjoining bath. “Go back to sleep,” he called over his shoulder.

It was a wonder he could even move. Brian hadn’t given him a moment of peace ­ if the man wasn’t sucking on some part of the blond’s body, he was fucking it.

Yawning loudly, Justin drained his bladder. Washing his hands in the sink, he stared at himself in the mirror and wondered if he really looked as tired as the image staring back at him.

Fuck.

The sound of something scraping outside drew Justin’s attention away from the mirror and towards his bathroom window. Looking out, he realized it was the tree from his neighbour’s yard. Just as he was about to go back into the bedroom, his eyes landed on a car parked on the side of the road.

If Justin hadn’t known any better, he could have sworn he saw something move… someone. Why was someone parked outside at this hour? Was it a couple fucking? Justin was tempted to go downstairs and tell them… whoever the fuck they were ­ that they couldn’t just fuck wherever the hell the mood struck them. They needed to get a fucking room!

“What the fuck’s taking you so long?” he heard Brian call out from the bedroom.

Justin smiled and blocked out all thoughts of the people downstairs. He crawled back into bed and Brian’s open arms.

“Is everything ok?” Brian asked, his fingers running along Justin’s smooth arm.

Justin nodded. Stifling a yawn, Justin felt a hand over his mouth.

“Cover your mouth,” Brian chided.

Justin grinned. “You cover it.”

Eyes twinkling teasingly, Brian leaned down to cover Justin’s mouth with his own. The kiss was supposed to be short and sweet, but neither man could control their reaction.

Digging his fingers into Brian’s hair, Justin deepened the kiss. He could never seem to get enough of Brian ­ the taste of the brunet was addictive.

Rolling the blond onto his back, Brian quickly took control of the situation. Pulling away from the demanding lips of his lover, Brian trailed wet, hot kisses down the pale body, stopping to bite and lick at the cute, pink nubs. Moving upwards again, his lips formed a path towards one of Justin’s hot-spots, his ear lobe. Brian tugged on a lobe between his teeth, allowing his tongue to moisten the soft bit of flesh. Hearing Justin’s whimper immediately affected his dick and he felt himself begin to spill over.

Justin’s hand found its way to Brian’s hard dick, the fingers stroking and caressing causing pre-cum to moisten his hand. He pressed a finger against the slit of Brian’s cock and heard the other man stiffen then groan.

“I want to suck you off,” Justin murmured.

Brian shook his head, his forehead pressing against Justin’s neck. “I need to fuck you.”

Justin tried to move from under the brunet, his arms gently pushing at Brian’s chest, but Brian pulled the boy’s hands up and over his head, trapping them there with a firm grip. With as much skill as he could muster one handed, Brian rolled a condom onto his dick.

Leaning down to lick at the swollen pink lips pouting at him, Brian tugged on Justin’s thigh until it was wrapped around his waist. Their eyes never left each other’s as Brian sank into the tight hole. Justin gasped against the invasion, the pain mixed in with pleasure always felt so good.

Brian stared in wonderment at the varying emotions crossing Justin’s face. He watched as the boy bit down on his bottom lip as he withdrew to enter him again.

“Fuck!” Justin moaned.

Brian was deliberately being as slow as he could be, knowing it would drive Justin crazy.

The boy struggled to be set free and Brian relented. Justin’s hand immediately went to Brian's face, holding the man’s chin harshly between his fingers. Brian stopped all movement and stared into the glistening globes.

He was so beautiful. And he belonged to him.

Their thoughts were the same.

Justin pulled his lover’s face forward and attacked the sexy mouth with his own, smashing his lips against Brian’s.

Brian groaned inwardly and slowly began finding his rhythm again.

Wrapping both legs around Brian’s waist, Justin tossed his head back and let Brian take him to heaven.

Their moans echoed each other’s. Brian dropped his head against Justin’s neck as he slammed into the blond over and over again.

Justin had lost all coherent thought. He squeezed his eyes shut and chanted in his head for release. All he wanted was to cum.

Spent, Brian collapsed against Justin and tried to compose himself. Fucking this kid just got better and better.

Justin gently stroked Brian’s ass, slapping it lightly before the brunet rolled over onto his side of the bed.

His side of the bed.

Did Brian already have a side of the bed?

Justin swallowed, deciding there was no time like the present to talk about what the fuck they were doing.

“Brian?”

Brian made a sexy sound from the back of his throat.

Propping up on an elbow, Justin smiled at his beautiful lover. “Wearing you out, am I?”

Brian snorted. If the kid only knew… Pulling down the blond head down with his hand, Brian brushed his lips against Justin’s.

“Can I ask you something?” Justin questioned cautiously.

Brian sighed. “No, you cannot suck my cock... not yet.”

Justin laughed.

Brian tried to pull the blond into his arms, but Justin stopped him.

“What?” Brian asked, annoyed at not being able to hold his lover.

“What…” Justin swallowed. “What happens tomorrow?”

Brian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

Justin sighed. “I mean, do we go back to the way we were? You - treating me like a fucking employee and me - regarding you as my boss?”

“First of all, I AM your boss and you ARE my fucking employee,” Brian reminded him gently.

Justin licked his lips. “You know what I mean.”

Brian sighed.

“If you just want to fuck, that’s ok. You can tell me.” Justin tried to sound casual, but it was hard for him, especially considering his feelings were anything, BUT casual.

“Justin.” Brian sounded annoyed. “It’s late. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

And just like that, Justin’s concerns had been dismissed.

Huffing slightly, Justin pounded on his pillow and turned his back to Brian.

He wanted to bawl his eyes out. For the second time in a row, Brian had made him feel like shit after they’d spent the night together making love. Love… that’s what it was to Justin, but maybe it was just a fuck for Brian. Justin couldn’t blame him ­ with Brian’s looks, he could get any guy he wanted. Why the fuck would he want a spoilt kid who seemed to irritate him more than anything else?

Justin sighed inwardly and tried to ignore the trembling effect he was beginning to experience. Pulling the duvet up over him, Justin hoped it would help take away the coldness he was feeling inside.

How the brunet could be so cold and heartless, Justin had no idea.

His heart felt as though it were breaking.

Just when he thought he was going to cave and give in, he felt an arm being slipped around his waist.

Brian realized he was being… unfair to the boy. Justin was young and needed the extra attention. Allowing someone in was just a lot harder for Brian… especially since… NO… he would not think about HIM… not while he was in bed with Justin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Brian heard himself saying.

Justin shrugged the hand off his body.

“Justin.” Brian sighed. “It’s not that I… don’t care about you.” He sounded awkward.

Justin didn’t respond.

Brian pressed his lips against the smooth back. “Look at me,” Brian pleaded.

Justin relented and turned slightly, so his eyes could meet Brian’s.

“I... I want us to try…” Brian said. “But, I can’t make any promises, Justin.”

Justin exhaled forcefully. “I’m not asking you to!”

“Then what is it that you want?”

Justin shrugged.

Brian sighed. This was what he was afraid of. Justin was so young, he didn’t even know what the fuck he wanted.

“If you don’t want me to see other men, Brian, you must want…” Justin said softly, nervously. He kept his gaze lowered and his voice shook when he added, “You must want something… with me.”

Brian fingered the hair on the blond's forehead. His lover was so beautiful; he felt breathless as he stared at Justin’s face. Brian couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

“I want…” Leaning close, he whispered. “I just want… you.”

They must be getting hot and heavy. Another night spent in each other’s arms. I’ll let them enjoy their time together now. But soon…

He will be back in my arms...

Where he belongs.

“Hey, Mister!”

Justin turned around, his hands buried into the pockets of his coat. A young blond boy stood in front of him, his eyes wide.

Mister? He didn’t look THAT old, did he? Justin thought. In order to keep his appearance more or less hidden (he didn’t want anyone to get too good a look at him, especially considering he was frequenting the least appealing parts of Church Street these past few days), Justin had bought himself a hat very much like the one Sherlock Holmes chose to wear AND a matching coat. He couldn’t help but appraise himself in the mirror before he had left home today. Maybe he was pushing it with the hat… if a kid could call him MISTER when he was only a few years older… well, that was just wrong.

“I heard… I heard you were looking for someone,” the boy said, trying to act casual, but it was obvious the question was loaded.

Justin took in the disheveled look the boy was sporting, his young boyish face, hard and tired. Justin’s heart went out to the kid. Living on the street… making a dollar by getting his cock sucked. The thought alone was traumatizing.

Pulling out the photo from his coat pocket, Justin lifted it before the boy’s face.

He saw the shock register in the grey eyes, quickly hidden under a façade.

“What…” He cleared his throat nervously. “What has he done?”

“Do you know who he is?” Justin asked anxiously. “Please, if you do - ”

“No!” the boy replied hurriedly. “I don’t know him.”

He started to walk away, but Justin pulled him back.

“Listen to me kid,” he angrily said, gripping the boy’s arm tightly. “If you know who he is you’d better fucking tell me!”

“Let go of me or I’ll call the fucking cops!”

“And what are they gonna do? Come down to here to save a fucking faggot?” Justin spat. “I think not.”

The boy stopped struggling.

“Please don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.

“I don’t plan to,” Justin said softly. “I just want your help.”

The boy nodded.

“Did you know him?”

He nodded again. “His name is Jason. Jason Kemp.”

Dumpster boy now had a name.

“We used to hang out a lot,” he said. “But I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks, I swear.”

Justin sighed. “I believe you.”

“So what’s he done?”

Justin contemplated whether to tell him and realized if he was in the same situation, he’d want to know.

“I’m sorry,” Justin said softly. “But your friend… Jason… well, he’s dead.”

The grey eyes widened in shock. “NO!” he screamed. “You’re lying!”

He pulled away from Justin and started running.

“Wait!” Justin called, but he was gone.

Justin sighed. He wished he could have helped the kid… bought him a meal at least. Replacing the photo in his pocket, Justin walked towards his car. He would start searching for Jason Kemp’s address tomorrow… if the boy even had a fucking home.

Should he tell Ted? Yes, the detective had a right to know what Justin had learnt. It would, after all, only help in the investigation. Speed things up, even.

Justin walked into the office with two plastic bags in his hands ­ his and Brian’s lunch.

“Did you get the Szechwan beef?” Brian asked, getting out from behind his desk to take one of the bags from Justin’s hands. He was already digging through the box, his stomach growling.

Justin laughed. “Yes, I got the beef,” he said. “And your noodles.”

Brian nodded and started searching the bags for chopsticks.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” he complained. “What took you so long anyway?”

Justin snorted. “First, there was traffic. Then there was a huge line-up. Then, ­”

“Ok, I get the point,” Brian cut across.

Justin pushed the offered chopsticks away and grabbed himself a fork. Brian dug into his, chewing on a few mouthfuls before asking, “So what did you get?”

“Beef in black bean sauce with oriental noodles,” Justin told him with a grin. “Wanna taste?”

Brian opened his mouth and accepted the forkful of food. Swallowing, he said, “Yum.”

Justin tried to get a taste of Brian’s, but the other man was not keen on sharing, pushing Justin’s hand away.

“Brian!” Justin chuckled. “You can’t eat all of that!”

“Watch me.”

Justin gave his best pretend glare. Sighing, Brian said, “Open up” and fed the blond some of his lunch.

“I like mine better,” Justin said smugly.

“Sure you do.”

Justin stuck his tongue out at the brunet.

“Mature, Justin, real mature,” Brian teased.

Justin didn’t get a chance to respond as his cell phone rang. Checking the caller ID, he saw it was his mother.

“Hey, Mom,” he said before taking a bite of beef.

“Honey,” Jenn greeted. “I haven’t spoken to you in forever. How have you been?”

“Good, really, good.”

“How’s the new job?”

“Um, it’s um… fine.” Justin immediately felt guilty. He hadn’t been completely honest with his parents about his new job. In fact, he hadn’t been honest at all. They thought he worked in an up and coming art gallery in the city. It was the only plausible lie Justin could think of.

“Your dad and I will have to come down and see some of your work sometime,” she said.

Justin swallowed. “Not now, Mom. It’s too busy and… um… I’ll let you know… When’s a good time, that is.”

“Sure,” she said sweetly.

Justin pushed Brian’s hand away as the other man tried to steal another piece of his beef.

“Well, I won’t keep you,” she said. “But I just wanted to let you know your friend dropped by here the other day.”

“Who?” Justin asked, not really paying attention, his gaze focused on the brunet who was staring back at him teasingly.

“Ethan.”

Everything stopped moving for Justin. He blinked a couple of times as he tried to come to terms with the name he’d just heard… a name he’d tried to forget in the past couple of months.

“Are you sure, Mom?” Justin asked slowly. He dropped his fork back into the box and stood up. He couldn’t sit still anymore… and he’d suddenly lost his appetite ­ a rare thing for the blond.

“Of course I’m sure!” she said laughing. “Apparently things didn’t work out in Europe and he’s back. He stopped by to see you, but I told him you had moved into your own place.”

Oh, God.

“Did you tell him where, Mom?” Justin asked, trying to keep his voice calm. He was feeling anything, but calm right now though. He was slowly beginning to panic.

“I honestly couldn’t remember,” she replied. “I haven’t even been to your new place, how am I supposed to direct anyone?”

Justin closed his eyes and sighed in relief. Leaning against the blinds on the window, Justin felt himself tremble. He had no reason to panic… to fear.

“What…” His throat felt dry. “What happened then?”

She shrugged. “He left right after.”

“Ok.”

“Is everything ok, honey?”

“Fine, Mom. Everything’s just fine.”

He was about to end the conversation when she added, “Oh, wait, he left his phone number and address. I didn’t want to give him yours because… well, I know you told me things hadn’t worked out. You didn’t really tell me what happened, but the fact that you didn’t want to talk about it with me… well… Anyway, I took his for you, in case you wanted to give him a call. Do you have a pen and paper?”

Justin moved over to the desk quickly and started scribbling down the digits and address.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Talk to you soon, honey.”

The minute he hung up, Brian was on him.

“What was that about?”

Justin chewed on his bottom lip. Fuck. He had completely forgotten that Brian had been in the room with him. How was he going to explain this?

“Nothing,” Justin said lamely. When he saw Brian’s look of disbelief, he added, “Really, Brian, it’s nothing.”

Brian knew he was lying and was disappointed. Didn’t Justin know he could trust him?

It concerned Brian, the fact that Justin had gotten paler than he’d ever seen him, during his brief conversation with his mother. Justin looked downright terrified. What had she said to upset him? Scare him? He had to know… but he wasn’t going to push or rush the kid. When Justin was ready, he would talk to him.

“Do you mind if I go out for a little while?” Justin asked, not waiting for a response as he slid into his coat. “I need some air.”

Brian got off his chair and started moving towards the blond. “Don’t you want to finish your lunch first?”

Justin shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”

Cocking a brow, Brian smirked. “Miracles do exist.”

Justin forced a smile. “I’ll be back soon.”

Brian watched him leave, forcing himself to stay put and not follow him, although as always his eyes seemed to follow the movement of that ass of their own accord. As soon as the door shut behind the bountiful bottom, Brian returned to his desk. Packing away the lunch containers to toss them into the trash, his eyes landed on the notepad Justin had been scribbling on. The page was now torn off, but the imprints remained.

He knew he shouldn’t, but his instincts told him he should…

Brian’s training had thought him how to legibly read the indented words and in minutes, he had a phone number and address down. The apartment wasn’t in the best part of town and Brian doubted Justin was heading out there. The boy knew they had stuff to work on.

Moving to sit behind his desk again, Brian sat and waited.

I watch him as he smokes a cigarette. He looks troubled. I wonder why…

Did he and his new lover have a fight?

Adjusting my binoculars so I can get a clearer picture of his face, I’m surprised to see tears in his eyes.

No one should be bringing tears to those beautiful blue eyes. No one. No one, but me…

July 2003 ... 9th

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