Intrepid Traveler - Part 10

“Thank God, midterms are over!” Nick exclaimed as he and Justin walked out of the classroom together.

Justin gave him a nervous smile.  “How do you think you did?”  They had just submitted their midterm projects and Justin was less than confident about his.

Nick shrugged.  “Who gives a shit?  It’s over.  Done with.  Nothing I can do about it now.  So, why worry?”

Justin snickered.  “You sound like somebody I know.”

“That’ll be the day, me sounding like Brian,” Nick rolled his eyes.

“What a surprise! Being the topic of your conversation,” Justin heard behind them.  Before he could even turn around, a strong arm sprawled on top of his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. 

The blond looked up, flashing his lover a smile.  “Hey.”

Brian’s eyes traveled down Justin’s face, lingering on his lips before rising back up to his eyes.  “Hey,” the brunet replied softly.  He then turned to Nick, a fake smile plastered on his face.  “How are things in the art world?”

“Great.  Midterms are officially over,” Nick responded as three of them continued their way down the hall.

While Brian and Nick actually carried on a conversation, or at least tried to, Justin studied his lover’s face carefully.  The man appeared to be different from when he last saw him the night before. Cheerful.  Even…happy.

“You’re in a good mood,” Justin commented.

Brian stopped walking and stared at Justin, a lopsided grin on his face.  “That is because in this hand,” he raised his right hand holding a piece of paper.  “I hold my entire future.  And it looks bright and shiny.”  His smile widened.  “Just as you predicted.”

“What is it?”

Lips rolled into his mouth, Brian moved a step forward, making a show out of opening the piece of paper and holding it in front of Justin’s face.  The artist read quickly, his grin widening with every word.  It was a recommendation letter for the internship Brian was applying for.  “He wrote it.”  The comment was unnecessary, since it was obvious that Brian’s professor wrote the letter, which Justin knew he would.  But nevertheless, Justin couldn’t not be happy for his lover.

“Apparently, I dazzled him with my talent and knowledge on the midterm,” Brian added, “That proved to him that I am ready for such an opportunity.”

“So, he pretty much admitted that he’s a dick,” Justin translated.

Brian nodded.  “Pretty much.”

“So, now you can get a job where you’ll be convincing people that they need to buy products that they have no use for while making loads of money,” Nick said.

Brian smirked at the other man.  “Pretty much.”

Justin laughed softly.  “Come on, we’ll be late for class,” he waved to Nick before pulling Brian into the classroom.

The two of them made their way over to their usual seats, saying hello to Lindsay in the process.

Justin’s gaze drifted over to Brian, the brunet appearing to be completely at ease, relaxed – not an emotion he was used to when describing Brian. 

“What?” Brian asked when he caught Justin staring at him.

Knowing there was no point in looking away, Justin shook his head.  “Nothing.”

Brian’s response was a half-smile.  “What do you say we celebrate night?”

The blond’s mouth twitched at the corners while he imagined all the different ways they could celebrate.

“I think you might have to put that on the backburner.”

The two men turned to the young woman sitting next to Justin.

“Why’s that?” Justin asked.

“I hear we’re getting a huge research project,” Lindsay explained.

“But we just got done with midterms,” Justin argued, although logically he realized that Lindsay wasn’t the one who decided to torture his students with more homework.

Just then their teacher waltzed in, immediately announcing the big project.

~~~***~~~***~~~

“Oh, yeah, I can see it now,” Nick’s voice came from Justin’s bed while the blond rummaged through his dresser for a different sweater.  “You and Brian.  Working together.”  The brunet snickered.  “You won’t get past the first page of the book.”

Justin looked up from the second drawer, rolling his eyes at his friend’s comment.  “You know, we are capable of doing something other than fucking.”

“Really?” Nick shot him an incredulous look.  “Like what?”

Justin straightened up, looking back at the other man.  “We talk.  And we did work on Brian’s project a couple of months ago.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Besides, we study together all the time.  And as you can see, neither one of us is being expelled.”

All Justin got in return was another ‘hmmm’.  Realizing that he wasn’t going to convince his friend that his relationship with Brian wasn’t all about sex or that he didn’t really care what Nick or anybody else thought about his relationship with Brian, Justin returned his attention to the second drawer of the dresser, trying to figure out which shirt to wear.

“Oh, Brian, oh, oh, fuck me harder.”

Justin’s eyebrows shot up as he fixed his eyes on the brunet currently sprawled on his bed.

“Oh, yes, Brian,” Nick mocked in a high-pitched voice.  “Oh, your cock is so big.  You can fill ten ass holes with it.”

He probably should have been pissed at being mocked in such a way by his best friend, but instead Justin found it amusing.  “More like fifteen,” he added, laughing softly.  “And I don’t sound like that.  It’s more like ‘Oh, Brian, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he shouted. 

He fell on the bed next to Nick, both of them laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. 

Their laugh-fest ended abruptly when the door swung wide open, revealing Justin’s roommate in less than cheery mood.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jim demanded, walking through the door.

“Nothing,” Justin replied, his smile long gone by now.  “Just hanging out.  You want some chips?”  He held out a bag of Lays, hearing Nick snicker behind him and stifling his own laughter in the process.

“No,” the other man grumbled, instead cautiously eyeing Justin’s companion as if afraid that the two of them would start getting it on right there in front of him.  “Who’s he?  Another fag?”  Jim motioned at Nick.

Justin frowned.  Dropping the bag of chips down on the bed, he shifted into a sitting position.  “He’s a friend.”  He hated that he even felt the urge to explain himself to this prick.

“I told you before, I don’t want any cock-sucking going on in my room.”

In one swift motion, Justin was on his feet, their faces only inches apart, his eyes on the same level as his roommate.  “It’s my room too, Jim,” he said in a calm and collected voice.  “And I’ll do whatever the fuck I please here.  Even if it’s fucking some guy.  But there is one thing you don’t have to worry about it.  It won’t be you.” 

Turning around, he silently dismissed anything else the other man had to say.  Instead, Justin walked back over to his dresser and pulled out the navy-blue shirt he had been looking for.

~~~***~~~***~~~

Justin moaned as his lover’s lips made a wet trail between his earlobe and his collarbone, lingering there for a moment, before making its way back up to Justin’s mouth. 

“We really should be working on the project,” Justin managed to utter in between kisses.

“Mmmm…yeah,” Brian mumbled before sticking his tongue in Justin’s mouth once again.

More than anything Justin wanted to just forget about homework, relax, and enjoy the feel of Brian’s tongue in his mouth and Brian’s fingers on his dick, but unfortunately, part of his deal of being here was taking classes, and doing his homework, and not getting either of them flunked out.  So, placing his palms against the other teen’s chest, Justin softly pushed the man away from him. 

“This project is worth twenty percent,” he reminded the brunet.

Brian huffed, not too happy at being interrupted, but nonetheless, he picked up his history book that was unceremoniously tossed to the side a few minutes before.  “Alright, French Revolution,” he read the title of the chapter.  “Why the fuck are we learning about some short French man whose balls were bigger than his head?”  He stared at Justin, expecting an answer.

The blond shrugged his shoulders.  “So that we pass the class?” he offered.

Brian rolled his eyes, returning his attention to his book, as did Justin. 

“In France Napoleon Bonaparte.  Thought beating Austria was very smart. But when he took on England too.  He was beaten up by Wellington at Waterloo,” Justin hummed under his breath.

“What the fuck are you singing?”

The blond looked up, startled at first.  His lips stretched into a thin line.  “Just this song from Pinky and the Brain.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh, uhm…” Justin tried to remember when the cartoon first came out.  “Just this cartoon.”

Brian shrugged.  “Never heard of it.”

“It’s really funny.  It’s about these two lab mice…” He didn’t get a chance to finish, because Brian’s tongue was once again shoved in his mouth.  Not that Justin was about to object.  Instead he wrapped his arms around his lover, pressing their bodies closer together.

 A few seconds later Brian pulled away just a bit, smirking.  “Sing it again.”

Justin smiled, and started again.  “In France Napoleon Bonaparte.  Thought beating Austria was very smart. But when he took on England too.  He was beaten up by Wellington at Waterloo.  And now he's just a pastry filled with creamy goo.”

Brian laughed softly, kissing him once more.  “Now, I’d like to fill you with creamy goo,” he murmured in Justin’s ear, both of them forgetting all about history, French revolution, and short French men.

~~~***~~~***~~~

Justin woke up to a quiet sound of scribbling and an empty bed.  The room was dark, the only source of light was the small lamp on Brian’s desk, and his missing lover was slouched over the desk, wearing a pair of jeans and a white wifebeater. 

“Brian?  What are you doing up so early?” Justin rolled over on the other side, rubbing his eyes.  The alarm clock next to the bed showed 3:34 am. 

Brian glanced over his shoulder; giving Justin a tiny, barely there smile.  “Nothing.  Go back to sleep,” he replied in a hushed voice, even though they were the only ones in the room.

Of course, Justin did the exact opposite, shifting into a sitting position while trying to figure out what it was that Brian had to do at three freaking thirty in the morning.  The first thing he noticed was the book.  Their history book.  Justin looked back at Brian, narrowing his eyes in confusion.  “Are you doing homework?”

“Uhm…” Brian glanced at the desk, then back at Justin.  “Couldn’t sleep, so I figured I might as well just work on this.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

Brian’s smile deepened.  “You need your beauty sleep.”

“And you don’t?”

“I’m naturally beautiful.  I don’t need to work for it,” the brunet teased.

There was no argument about that from Justin, who graced his lover with a sleepy smile as he wrapped the blanket around his chest and rose from the bed.  Walking over and standing next to the desk, Justin stared at his beautiful lover, frowning when he noticed how tired the man looked, a weird feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

He wasn’t sure what the feeling was about, or where it came from.  Couldn’t quite pinpoint whether it was the fact that Brian couldn’t sleep, or that he was studying this late at night, or the fact that the light-heartedness of Brian’s earlier mood was gone, replaced by just a mask of happiness. 

Dropping the blanket, Justin walked over and knelt on the floor between Brian’s long legs, his eyes fixed on the hazel sea staring back in wonder at him. 

“Something wrong?” Justin asked, trying to keep his voice soft and smooth as his hands made circular motions up and down the rough surface of the faded blue jeans.

Brian shook his head, his features softened by the yellow light in the corner of the desk.  Even as tired as he was, his eyes sparkled as he stared down at Justin, mesmerizing the young artist.  A huge part of Justin wanted to get his sketchbook out of his backpack and start drawing that very second, to immortalize the peace of art that was his lover down on paper.  The other part of him just willed him to stay still, to freeze-frame this moment, storing the way Brian’s hair shone under the low light of the lamp, how the half-smile that spread across his lips made him look even younger and ever more beautiful.

It wasn’t long, though, before Justin noticed the oh-so familiar look in the brunet’s eyes - the look of lust, want, need…for him.  Moving closer, Justin focused on unbuttoning Brian’s jeans, out of the corner of his eye noticing the teen dropping the pen that was in his hand down on the desk. 

Justin flashed Brian a victorious smile when the last button gave out.  He then rose to his knees, slowly running his hands up the taller man’s torso.  In one swift motion the white wifebeater was off and tossed to the side, Justin’s focus already back on kissing every inch of Brian’s chest and stomach, his tongue making its way toward the ultimate goal – Brian’s cock, still encased by the jeans.

Brian lifted his hips, allowing Justin to free the already leaking shaft.  Years of practice allowed Justin to remove the jeans with relative ease and toss them right next to the tank top before turning his attention back to the important things – his moaning lover.

His hands still drawing circles up and down Brian’s legs and thighs, Justin leaned forward, at first placing a gentle kiss on the mushroom-shaped head.  He felt Brian suck in his breath as his tongue began its trip down the shaft, burying his head in the dark coarse pubic hair for a moment, before making a return trip. 

Glancing up, Justin saw Brian’s head dropped back, his jaw slacked, his breathing jagged.  For a moment, the teen forgot what it was he was supposed to be doing, losing himself in the beauty that was his lover.  He was soon reminded, though, when Brian impatiently ground his dick against his lips. 

Grinning widely, Justin turned back to Brian’s other beautiful parts, or rather part, taking it in his mouth.

At the loud gasp flowing from the beautiful lips somewhere above him, Justin began to bob his head up and down, sucking on Brian’s cock.

Considering the hour of the night and the fact that Brian was extremely tired, even if he wouldn’t admit it, Justin wasn’t surprised that it didn’t take long for him to feel Brian’s balls tighten up before spilling the white substance as Brian’s whole body shuddered.

After taking his time wiping his mouth while letting the brunet get his breathing under control, Justin finally looked up at Brian, surprised to find the teen watching him with intensity.  Leaning forward, Brian dipped his fingers in the sea of Justin’s hair, pulling the blond closer to him, immediately covering his mouth. 

Pulling away just far enough to see each other’s eyes, Brian leaned his forehead against Justin’s.  “Thanks,” he whispered, placing another soft kiss on the artist’s lips.

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