Intrepid Traveler - Part 18 

The moment he walked out of the front door, Brian was already busy untangling his tie from around his neck.  Wearing a tie was one thing he did not look forward to when he thought about working for the agency.  But it was a small price to pay for his future career, doing what he always wanted to do. 

Stopping in front of the entrance, Brian looked around, squinting at the bright light that enveloped the city.  It was surprisingly warm for the end of November, and Brian was planning on enjoying the nice weather and his amazingly great mood with Taylor. 

He spotted the blond leaning against the car as soon as he stepped out on the sidewalk.  Smiling at his lover, Brian removed the restricting tie and stuffed it in his pocket before making his way over to where he had parked the car earlier.

“Not that I need to ask, but how did it go?” Taylor asked, smiling widely at him. 

Brian shrugged.  “I guess I’ll know when they call me.  Or not.”

Taylor studied his face for a little while, his mouth spreading into a thin line once again.  “You nailed it,” Taylor slapped his arm playfully.

Grinning, Brian nodded.  “I nailed it.”

Taylor moved toward him, but paused quickly.  And as much as he hated the fact that he couldn’t do what he wanted more than anything at that moment, which was to hug his boyfriend, Brian knew that Taylor was right in stopping himself.  This wasn’t Liberty.

“We have to celebrate,” Brian said instead.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Kinney?” Taylor asked, opening the passenger side door.

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

Even though the quickie in the gas station bathroom and a trip to his best friend’s house was not the celebration Brian had in mind, he had to settle for it for now.  He had to patch things up with Michael before leaving for college again and there was no time like the present. 

So, parking his Grand Prix in front of the Novotny’s house, Brian, with Taylor in tow, walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

He waited until the curtain opened to reveal his best friend’s mother.  Smiling at him, Debbie opened the door.  “Hey there, kiddo,” she greeted him as she held the door wider for him to walk through.

“Hi, Deb,” Brian replied, the warm air and smell of garlic hitting him the moment he was inside.  He would never admit it, but he loved being in Debbie’s house, especially when she was cooking.  His own house never felt this warm and inviting as Michael’s did, although he suspected it had less to do with the stove being constantly on and more with the kind of mother Debbie was.

“And you brought Sunshine too,” he heard Debbie exclaim. 

Turning around, Brian snickered as Taylor smiled at him shyly.  Sunshine.  Yeah, he could definitely see that.  He always told the blond that one day his smile would blind him.  And less than twenty minutes of knowing him and Debbie had come to the same conclusion. 

“You boys hungry?” the woman asked.

“No, thanks,” Brian replied quickly.

He saw Taylor open his mouth, but before the teen could say anything, Debbie was already making her way into the kitchen.  “Don’t listen to him.  He always says he’s not hungry.  Which is why he looks like a walking skeleton.”

“Gee, thanks, Deb,” Brian replied sarcastically, “You’re so kind.”

“I’m not trying to be kind,” she replied, “I’m being honest.  Growing boys like you and Sunshine here need food to grow.”

“And flourish like a beautiful flower garden,” Brian added, waving his hands dramatically.

He and Taylor both laughed, but the woman just gave them the look of dissatisfaction before placing huge pieces of lasagna on two plates and carrying them over to the table.  “Now, sit,” she commanded. 

Brian knew better than to argue. 

“Eat,” Debbie gave another order when Brian settled down next to Taylor at the table.  “And I’ll let Michael know you’re here.”

Brian nodded and brought the fork dripping with pasta and red sauce to his mouth.

“Michael!” he heard her shout, laughing when he saw Taylor jump in the chair next to him.  “You get used to it after a while,” he informed his lover. 

They heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and then a ‘what?’ coming from the other end of the room.

Turning around, Brian locked eyes with his friend.  He saw Michael’s face light up and immediately darken once again after seeing Taylor at the table, Brian guessed.  Brian cocked an eyebrow at the other teen, waiting to see what Michael would do.

Michael puffed and ran back up the stairs, ignoring his mother calling his name.

“I got it, Deb,” Brian said, rising from his chair.  Giving her a pointed look, Brian climbed the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

He found Michael in his room, sitting on the bed, pretending to be reading a comic book.  Brian walked in and leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for his friend to aknowledge his presence.

But Michael seemed to insist on blowing this way out of proportion.  So, Brian had to take matters into his own hands.  “What’s that?” he asked, making a few steps toward the bed.

“New issue of Captain Astro,” Michael mumbled in response without looking at him.

“How is the good old Captain doing?  Still saving the world and giving millions of little queer boys hard-ons?”  Brian sat down on the edge of the bed.

Michael was silent for a moment.  Finally Brian saw his friend’s mouth twitch at the corners and soon enough the other man smiled, raising his gaze to meet Brian’s. 

Brian sighed.  “I’m not going to apologize for bringing Taylor here,” he said quietly.  Debbie was right.  Even though Michael was upset about the blond downstairs, Brian wasn’t stupid to think that this was about Taylor.  Or any other guy that Brian fucked or didn’t fuck.  This was about them.  About Michael and his feelings for Brian.  About Michael wanting more than Brian would ever give him. 

Putting away the comic book, Michael rose from the bed.  “But you said…you always told me that you would never be in a relationship.  Ever,” he told Brian.  “You said relationships were for dykes and fucking straight people.  Those were your exact words.  Was it all bullshit?” he asked passionately.

Brian looked away.  Funny how just a few months could change your outlook on life, the way you viewed things, the way you thought about things.  The truth was – he still believed in it.  Relationships weren’t for gays.  At least, they weren’t for him.  He could never see himself being with anybody else.  Not because he blindly believed that he and Taylor would be together for the rest of their lives.  No.  He just couldn’t see ever trusting himself to anybody else.  He never had before.  And he knew it would never happen again.  “No,” he finally looked up, meeting the brown eyes locked on him. 

“So, then why is he here?”

Brian gnawed his lower lip nervously.  That was a good question.  It was a crazy idea to bring Taylor here.  He knew that.  He knew it even before he asked the artist to come with him.  So, why did he then?  Why did he ask his lover to join him in this insanity?  “He’s here because I want him here.”

He saw Michael’s eyes widen and then the smaller man took a step back as if he was just slapped across the face.  “You love him.”  It was a statement, a realization on Michael’s part. 

Brian grimaced at the words.  Not because they weren’t necessarily true, but because he hated labels.  And the damn ‘l’ word was just another label.  Getting off the bed, Brian walked over to the window and stared outside. 

“More than you love me?”

He hated hearing the hurt in his friend’s voice.  Hated hurting Michael like that.  Brian turned around and shook his head.  “It’s different.”

“How?  You either love him or you don’t.”

“It’s not that simple, Michael,” Brian snapped.  Taking a deep breath, Brian crossed the room.  “What I…what happens between Taylor and me…it’s different from what we have.  You’re my friend.  My best friend.”  He knew Michael was waiting for more, hoping for more.  But that was all he had to offer.  “And it will always stay that way.”

He noticed Michael’s chin wobbling and he silently cursed Debbie for being so damn right all the time.  Michael looked deflated, completely crushed.  And Brian hoped that his friend understood.  Because having this type of conversation with the man again was not high on his things-to-do-for-fun list.

Finally, he saw Michael nod his head slightly. 

“Ok,” Brian simply said, turning to leave. 

“You know,” Michael called out when Brian was almost out the door.  “There’s this new Patrick Swayze movie that came out.  Ghost.  I was waiting for you so we could go see it together.”

Smiling, Brian nodded in response. 

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

Justin couldn’t hold back the smirk off his face, no matter how hard he tried.  He often teased Brian about his childhood obsession with Patrick Swayze and each and every time Brian threatened him with prolonged torture and painful death if Justin told anybody, even Michael, about Brian buying ‘Dirty Dancing’ on DVD.  But seeing Brian go to the movies to see some chick flick only because dear old Patrick was in it was worth so much more than the knowledge about the DVD. 

“What are you grinning about?”

Justin looked up only to find his lover standing next to him.  “Nothing,” he shook his head.  “You got popcorn?”

“Mikey’s putting butter on it,” Brian motioned at the brown-haired teen a little off to the side. 

“You’ll love the movie,” Justin said, trying his best to keep his face straight.  “There’s a scene where Patrick Swayze’s shirtless.”

“How do you know?” Michael, who just walked up to them, asked.

Brian smirked.  “Didn’t I tell you?  Taylor here can tell the future.”

“No,” Justin stuck his tongue out at his lover, “Somebody told me about it,” he added, deciding to keep the fact that Whoopi Goldberg was going to win the Oscar for the role to himself.  “We should get going.”

The three of them made their way into the theater and Justin followed Brian and Michael up to the balcony.  This was the movie theater Brian had told him about once.  He and Michael would come here to see movies and get stoned all during their high school days. 

Getting to their seats, Justin settled down next to Brian, leaving Michael to sit on the other side of his lover.  Even though Michael had been a little more pleasant to be around while the three of them drove to the movie theater, it was still obvious that Michael wished the earth would open up and swallow Justin whole.  It wasn’t anything new Justin had to get used to.  So, he just ignored the dark-haired man and enjoyed the trip down memory lane. 

Finally, the lights went out and the movie started.  Justin looked over to his side, his gaze lingering on his boyfriend’s face for a moment.  It was a moment too long, because Brian had caught him staring at him. 

“What?” Brian asked.

Justin shook his head.  “Nothing.”  He smiled.  This was the first time he had ever gone to the movies with Brian.  Any time he had asked Brian to go with him, he always got the same answer – “I’m busy.”  Whether Brian indeed was busy or just deathly afraid that the trip to the movies would look suspiciously like a date Justin didn’t know.  What he did know was that it felt incredible to do this with Brian now.  The whole thing – this trip – even though it still was a crazy idea – was incredible. 

Getting comfortable in his chair, Justin settled in to watch the movie.  It was somewhere between Whoopi Goldberg going to the bank with Patrick at her side and her having to donate the check to the nuns that Justin felt a hand slowly moving up his thigh toward his cock, which immediately got rock hard. 

Justin jumped and looked at Brian, only to receive a mischievous smirk in return.  Apparently, watching Patrick Swayze walk through walls and kick aluminum cans made Brian hard. 

Brian licked his lower lip as he squeezed Justin’s cock through the pants, rubbing it roughly, smiling when Justin gasped in surprise.  Before Justin could react, Brian was already unzipping Justin’s pants and snaking his hand down the artist’s underwear, his warm fingers closing around the hot, throbbing flesh of Justin’s cock.

Justin bit his lower lip in order not to make a sound as Brian’s hand started pumping his cock, slowly at first, then faster, pulling harder and harder on it – making the whole world, the theater and the huge-size Patrick Swayze get all blurry in front of him.

“I’m going to get more popcorn,” Justin heard somewhere next to him.  “Oh, Christ, Brian!”  Opening his eyes, Justin focused on the shocked and disgusted look on Michael’s face.  His gaze was locked on Brian’s hand down Justin’s pants. 

The blond began to pull away, but Brian didn’t even skip a beat.  He simply turned to Michael and nodded.  “Get me a Coke, would you?”  He then turned back to Justin, the same sly smile still on his face.  “You want something?”

“Nnn…no,” Justin was able to utter, gripping the handles of the chair, his balls tightening under Brian’s attack.  And Justin didn’t care anymore – not about the movie playing on the big screen in front of him, not about the people sitting below them, not even about the brunet stomping off mad.  The world was swirling around him, around them – he and Brian were all that was left.

He sucked in his breath as the waves of orgasm washed over him.  Before he even opened his eyes, Brian’s tongue was attacking his mouth, not even letting him catch his breath. 

Finally, Brian pulled away.

“That was…” Justin tried to find the right words.  “That was the best fucking trip to the movies I’ve ever had.”

Brian laughed softly.  “Who knew a movie about a dead guy could be such a turn on?”  He leaned over and kissed Justin once more, gentler this time. 

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

The rest of the day was spent at the diner and then at Debbie’s house, the three teens just hanging out.  Despite the obvious pout on Michael’s face, Justin and Brian had a good time, feeling completely relaxed and laid back.

The mood changed though when it was time to go home.  The moment they left Michael’s and got in the car, Brian became completely different and one didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that Brian’s sudden change of mood had everything to do with the fact that he had to go and face his parents once again. 

Having left really early for Brian’s interview, Justin only exchanged brief good mornings with Joannie and Jack, who even in those brief minutes managed to make Justin’s skin crawl.  But they stayed away long enough.  And now it was time to face the music.

“You’re alright?” Justin asked as Brian pulled into the driveway of his house.

Brian turned his head to him and nodded.  Without another word Brian climbed out of the car and Justin did the same.

Walking inside, they were immediately assaulted by Brian’s mother demanding to know where he was all day long.  There was no ‘how did your interview go?’ or ‘hope you get the job’.  Just the demands to know why he dared to be out for so long while she was slaving away for the family. 

Justin was still standing in the doorway, watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes, his heart breaking for Brian.  His lover stood with his head hung low, just taking in everything his mother had to say. 

A moment later his eyes finally met with Brian’s.  “Go upstairs,” Brian said quietly.  Justin was about to argue, not wanting to leave Brian alone in this situation, but the pleading look in the hazel eyes was all that he needed to know - Brian did not want him to witness this.  Nodding his head, Justin slowly made his way up the stairs, stopping only when he reached Brian’s room.  Leaning against the doorframe, he listened, wincing at the mean words the woman who called herself a mother was spewing at Brian.

“I’m sorry,” Justin heard Brian say, his voice void of any emotion.

“You are just like your father,” Joannie spat out.  “You’re selfish, arrogant, and egotistic and you will end up just like him – never amount to anything.”

Justin couldn’t listen anymore.  Closing the door, he walked over to the window and looked out into the dark. 

A few minutes later he heard footsteps and then the door into the room opened and closed.  Turning, Justin’s eyes fell on his lover’s slender form.

Brian looked back at him briefly before walking over to the bed.  Kneeling down, Brian pulled out the sleeping bag that Justin spent the previous night on.

“Are you ok?” Justin asked, walking over to where Brian stood, his hands wrapped around the dark-green mattress. 

Brian handed Justin the sleeping bag.  “This is my life,” he simply said.  Turning away, he took his shoes off and flopped down on the bed, avoiding Justin’s intense gaze.

Not sure what else to do, Justin unrolled the sleeping bag and settled down on the floor, covering himself with a thin blue blanket.  For the next hour or so he tossed and turned and his being uncomfortable had nothing to do with the old, worn out sleeping bag. 

It shouldn’t have come as a big surprise how cold and uncaring Brian’s parents were.  Justin had heard enough stories about them.  He had even seen it first hand a few times.  But it still could not have prepared him for this.  He wondered for the hundredth time that day how Brian not only managed to survive his childhood but also grew up to be so damn successful.  Although, it did explain why Brian strived to be more and more successful, why he needed that, trying to prove to himself as well as all the naysayers that he could do it. 

He figured Brian was already sound asleep, so when he heard the bed squeak and suddenly found he had a companion on the floor, Justin was a little more than surprised.

Brian, however, wasn’t at all hesitant, his hand immediately going to work on Justin’s underwear.

“Brian, what are you doing?” Justin asked in a hushed voice, pushing Brian’s hand away.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Brian replied before trailing his tongue down Justin’s neck as his hand pushed past the barrier that was Justin’s own hands and slid under the soft cotton of Justin’s underwear.

Despite the throbbing in his cock, Justin knew that this would be a mistake.  “We can’t,” he said, pulling away from Brian and shifting into a sitting position, figuring he’d have more leverage that way.  “Your parents or sister could walk in any time.”

“So?” Brian asked, scooting himself closer.

“So,” Justin pulled away again, “There’s a reason why you still haven’t told them about yourself.”

Brian winced at the words, halting his assault on Justin’s t-shirt.  “I’m a fucking coward?”

“No,” Justin shook his head.  “They don’t deserve to know.  They don’t deserve to know you.”  He moved closer, running his fingers through Brian’s thick head of hair.  “They’re a sorry excuse for parents, Brian,” he said softly when his lover leaned into his touch, closing his eyes.  “They don’t deserve you.”

Pulling his hand away, Justin stood up.  At the questioning look directed at him, he walked over to the door and turned the lock.  This way nobody would walk in on them and Brian’s secret would remain as such.  Deep down Justin knew that this was a mistake – fucking in this house.  But Brian needed it.  Needed him.  Now. 

Returning back to where Brian sat still, waiting for him, Justin knelt in front of him, in one swift motion removing his shirt, then going to work on Brian’s.  Pushing Brian down on the floor, Justin unbuckled his belt and pulled the black pants off his lover’s long legs, tossing them to the side.  Brian’s underwear followed soon after, joined by Justin’s as well.

Finally, there were no more barriers between them as they lay together, skin on skin, every molecule in one’s body feeling as alive as in the other one’s.  For a brief moment, just a few seconds, Justin laid still on top of Brian, taking in the feel of his lover in his arms.  Slowly he began to rub his hard-on against Brian’s while his tongue trailed down the teen’s neck and chest, leaving a wet, sleek trail leading to Brian’s belly button. 

It wasn’t long before both of them needed more than just licking and sucking.  Justin rummaged in Brian’s pants, knowing that he’d find what they needed there. 

“We have to be quiet,” he breathed against Brian’s cheek before sinking into Brian’s tight hole, covering the brunet’s mouth with his own in order to suppress the moans that escaped from the bright pink lips.

It didn’t take long before both of them climaxed.  Brian was first to find release, his body shaking violently, which sent Justin over the edge as well as he came inside his lover. 

Pulling out of Brian, Justin collapsed next to him, breathing hard.  Busy with discarding of the condom, Justin was surprised to find that his boyfriend’s body was shaking.  Except, this time it wasn’t from the waves of pleasure washing over him, but from the pain buried deep inside.  Brian was crying.  And Justin could do nothing more than cradle his lover in his arms and let him cry.

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