Intrepid Traveler - Part 5

Justin concentrated on the rhythm their bodies created…the silent beat of the synchronous movements of the hips…as Brian plunged inside him, Justin arched his back and pushed his hips up, needing…wanting Brian deeper and deeper inside him…Brian’s cock hitting his prostate, driving the blonde to the point of insanity. 

He hadn’t been with Brian in months.  Hadn’t felt him inside for what seemed like forever.  And now that he was here…with Brian…once again, he couldn’t remember any of the reasons for letting him go.  Letting THIS go.  This feeling.  Like no other.  When Brian was inside of him.  Both of them near orgasm.  Everything forgotten – the rest of the world.  Everything.  When it was just the two of them.  With no walls, no barriers.  When everything was painfully, ecstatically real.  And the only things between them were the moans and the knowledge that it was he who put the look of ecstasy on his lover’s face.

Justin gasped as the cock of the other man plunged into him again, even harder this time, hitting Justin’s sensitive spots in all the right way, bringing the young artist to a point where he couldn’t hold it in any longer.  Justin let the waves of orgasm wash over his body.  Soon after he felt his lover’s body convulse violently, the brunette finding his release inside Justin as well. 

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

It didn’t feel strange waking up next to somebody else.  In fact, Justin was used to it.  Feeling somebody else’s body stretched out next to his, warming him, embracing him, giving him a sense of security and safety.  For a long time it was Brian’s body he woke up to every morning.  Then it was Ethan.  It amazed Justin just how different waking up in Ethan’s bed felt.  It wasn’t better or worse.  It was just different.

But now he was back in Brian’s bed.  And even though the young man lying next to him wasn’t the same man he’d lived with for months, it still felt the same – waking up next to him.  It felt like home.  Felt…right.

Feeling the other man stir behind him, Justin maneuvered his body on the narrow bed, careful not to fall off, so that he could see his lover’s face. 

“Hey,” he smiled. 

“Hey,” the brunette replied, focusing his eyes on Justin’s.

They laid like that for a while – silent, neither sure of what to say. Justin had done the morning after only twice – once with Brian and once with Ethan.  The rest of the men he’d fucked were never around the next morning. 

With Brian he was still too naïve to know how to act.  He was just himself – bratty and…happy.  Extremely happy.  With Ethan it was more like a few hours after rather than the next morning, because he had to be home by three.  And he was so filled with guilt and regret and…anger – at himself and Brian – that he practically bolted out of the small apartment. 

And now, here he was, staring at Brian, hoping the other man would be the first to speak.  But it seemed that Brian, just like him, was lost for words.

“Last night was…” Justin started, “…great.”

Brian’s mouth spread into a grin.  “Yeah,” he agreed.  “That thing you did with your tongue…where’d you learn how to do that?”

Justin’s lips curved at the corners, his mind traveling back…or rather forward…in time to that night.  He hadn’t thought about it, but he could probably recall every “lesson” Brian had taught him.  “I had an experienced lover,” he said wistfully.

“Experienced?”

Justin smiled, looking away.  “Older.”

“How much older?”

“Twelve years.”  His eyes shifted back to Brian’s face to see the man’s reaction.  As he expected, Brian’s features displayed shock and amusement.

“That would make him…thirty-one?” Brian snickered.  “Fuck.  That’s old.”

Stifling a chuckle, Justin sat up, moving away from the long, slim, warm form of his lover.  “Not really.”  He remembered Brian’s thirtieth birthday.  He found it amusing then how terrified the ad exec was of getting older.  He even had Brian’s thirty-first birthday all planned out; opting to give the older man something other than a death-day cake and a coffin, wanting to show his lover that birthdays could actually be fun. 

But it didn’t happen.  May rolled around and with that Brian’s birthday and…  He was already with Ethan by then, trying not to think about what Brian was doing on his birthday or the day after.  Trying to survive it on his own.

“Is he still fuckable?”  Brian’s voice brought him back to the present.

Justin snickered.  “Extremely.”  That was the one constant in his life – no matter how much Brian hurt him, or pissed him off, or made him want to throw him out of the big window of the loft, he still wanted Brian.

“How long were you with him?”

“About two years.  On and off.”

Brian nodded, rolling on his side and propping himself on his elbow.  “Then what happened?”

Justin’s head shot up, the question taking him by surprise.  “What?”

“Between you and that guy.”

Justin reached for his jeans that were lying in the same spot he tossed them the night before; or rather Brian tossed as they helped each other undress.  Rising from the bed, he pulled the jeans on, avoiding the two hazel eyes following his every move.

“Taylor?”

The blonde took in a deep breath.  “It’s complicated,” he finally said.

He heard Brian snort a laugh.  Finally, his gaze drifted back to Brian’s face, meeting the other man’s eyes.

“It’s always complicated,” Brian said.  “Which is exactly why I’d never do it.”

“Do what?”

“Relationships.”

Justin exhaled sharply, shaking his head in disbelief that he had to travel thirteen years back to the past to have the same conversation with Brian yet again.  Instead of saying anything he was bound to regret later, he picked up the shirt he wore the night before off the floor and pulled it on.

“We’re queer.  By definition different from fucking straight people.  Why would we live by straight people’s standards?” Brian went on – playing the variation on the lecture Justin knew by heart by now.

And he was really tired of hearing the same old song.  “What’s so wrong with being in a relationship?” he snapped.

Brian shrugged.  “Nothing.  It’s just not me.”

“No, of course not.  You’d rather fuck countless nameless guys that don’t give a shit about you.  Getting absolutely no satisfaction or fulfillment from it.”

“I get plenty of fulfillment from it,” Brian joked, but Justin didn’t find it amusing.

“Why are you so damn scared of it?”

“I’m not scared,” Brian growled.  “I just…”

“Yeah, I know,” Justin cut him off.  “You don’t believe in relationships.  You don’t believe in love.”

Brian stared at Justin in confusion.  “I never said I…”

“No, not yet.  But you will.  One day you’ll have this whole list of rules.  Things you do and don’t believe in.”

Brian shifted into a sitting position.  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Justin took a deep breath in, realizing that he had said a little too much.  “I know men like you.  Who think they got it all figured out.  That if they tell themselves enough times that love doesn’t exist, it will be true and they will turn out to be right and the rest of the world will be wrong.  And you try to prove to yourself that you’re right at any cost.  No matter what.  No matter how much it hurts you or anybody else.”

“Taylor…”

“But see, the problem is, Brian, that the rest of the world isn’t crazy, isn’t delusional, or stupid.  And no matter how hard you try to deny it, LOVE IS REAL.  Everybody feels it, whether they admit it to themselves or not.  Even you.  You’re just too fucking scared to let yourself be happy for one goddamn minute.”

He knew he definitely had said too much now.  But he’d been holding all of this in for so damn long; he had to let it all out.  Hoping that maybe at least some of it would get through Brian’s walls.  And here – with this Brian – he had a chance.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” Brian said, his voice and face void of any emotion.

Justin sighed.  It was obvious that everything he had said was said in vain.  “You’re right.  It is.”

With one last glance at the other teen, who refused to even look at him, Justin made his way out of the small room.

Slamming the door shut, Justin headed toward the staircase.  Since the last thing he wanted at the moment was to be in the claustrophobic confines of his dorm room, passing the door leading to the third floor, Justin continued down the stairs and out the building.

“Well, that was quite a show.”

Not in the least surprised to find Nathan waiting for him, Justin continued walking; only briefly glancing at the timekeeper.  “You know, one of these days I’ll have performance anxiety because of you,” he threw over his shoulder.

Nathan snickered as he followed closely behind.  “Doubt it.”

Justin rolled his eyes as he finally stopped and turned to face the other man.  “You got a cigarette?”

The angel shook his head.  “I told you I was quitting.”

Justin cocked his head to the side, staring expectantly at the short man.  After a few seconds of the stare-off contest Nathan relented.  Sighing in defeat, he pulled out a pack and handed it to Justin, glaring when the blonde flashed him a self-satisfied grin.

After taking a cigarette out, Justin handed the pack back to the man.  Then lit the cigarette, breathing in and filling his lungs with smoke.  For a moment it felt like time stopped, and he was in this suspended moment…out of place…out of reality…detached from the rest of the world. 

“Why do people smoke after sex?”

The man’s voice brought him back to the present, the question taking him by surprise.  Justin glanced at the timekeeper and it took every ounce in him not to burst out laughing.  “It’s…” he paused, his mouth twitching at the corners.  “You wouldn’t understand.”

Nathan scowled.  “Rub it in, why don’t you?”

Justin snickered, as he headed toward the wooden table he spotted a few feet away.  “Oh, don’t pout.  We got sex.  You got immortality.”

Reaching the table, Justin lowered himself down on the bench, not taking nearly as much pleasure from the sulk on the angel’s face as he would have liked, considering how big of a pain in the ass the man was.

“What are you doing here, Nathan?” he asked instead.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Wonderful.  Can’t you tell?” Justin sneered.

“Justin,” Nathan reached out, squeezing Justin’s shoulder sympathetically.

But sympathy and pity was the last thing Justin needed at the moment.  “Don’t,” he shrugged off the man’s hand.  “Just go.”

Without another word Nathan disappeared into the cold, thin air of the September morning. 

Finally alone, Justin took another drag, hoping that the smoke and nicotine would cloud up his mind as well as his lungs, so that, at least, for a little while he could forget the fact that he traveled thirteen years back in time for the man he wasn’t even sure wanted to be with him.

“Hey there.”

Justin’s head snapped up at the sound of a stranger’s voice.

The other guy seemed to sense Justin’s confusion because he smiled, holding out his hand.  “I’m Nick.  We’re in the Life class together.”

Still confused as to why this man was talking to him or who he even was, Justin nevertheless shook the brunette’s hand, managing to return Nick’s smile as well.

“So, you live in Atherton?” Nick asked, sitting down across the table from Justin.

The blonde nodded.  “Yeah.  You?”

“Oh, no.  I’m in the apartments,” Nick smiled again.

“Lucky.”

“Yeah.  It’s much better than the dorms.  Bigger.  And we can pretty much do whatever we want.  Got some great parties, too.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah.  Which is actually why I wanted to talk to you.  There’s this party tomorrow night.  I was wondering if you’d like to come.”

Justin understood now.  And the fact that somebody was interested in him surprised him.  This wasn’t, of course, the first time he’d been hit on.  In fact, it was an everyday occurrence in his life.  But he didn’t even think about it here…with his brain and every other organ in his body focusing on Brian, he hadn’t paid any attention to other men.  “Oh, I’m…not…I…” he stammered, trying to find some excuse.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

Nick’s face fell.  “Ok.  Well, if you change your mind,” he took out an orange piece of paper which appeared to be a flyer and handed it to Justin.  “Here.  The address is on there.”

Justin squeezed out a half-smile. 

He sighed loudly when the other man walked away, wanting nothing more than to find the furthest corner of the universe and crawl into it.  But it looked like he couldn’t even be alone in this place.  “You’re still here, aren’t you?” he asked, rolling his eyes when Nathan materialized in front of him.

“Interesting fellow,” the angel said, motioning at Nick’s retreating form.  “He’s cute,” he concluded, turning his attention back to Justin.

The artist, however, wasn’t amused.  He narrowed his eyes, studying the timekeeper’s face carefully, finding there what he had suspected.  “You sent him here, didn’t you?  Does he like work for you or something?”

Nathan tried to deny it, pretending that he had no idea what Justin was talking about, but the blonde saw through his innocent act. 

“No.  I just made sure he was at the right place at the right time,” Nathan finally admitted.

Justin groaned.  “I don’t need any further complications, Nathan.  My life is complicated enough.”

Nathan just shook his head, completely ignoring the look of exasperation on the young artist’s face.  “You’re looking at it all wrong.”

“I am, am I?” Justin’s voice dripped with sarcasm and annoyance.

But it didn’t deter Nathan from making a point.  “Yes.  It’s an opportunity.”

“Opportunity?”

“To get Brian back.”

He knew he should have just left when this conversation began, but the glutton for punishment in him chose to stay, chose to actually listen to what this obviously deranged timekeeper had to say.  “And how does Nick help me get Brian back?”

“A wise man once said, ‘the secret to getting someone to want something is convincing them someone else wants it more’.”

There was no need to ask who the “wise man” was.  The phrase was pure Brian.  And Justin understood perfectly well what Nathan was suggesting.  “You want me to make Brian jealous?” he asked, incredulously.

“Why not?  Not like you haven’t done it before.”

It took him a moment to realize what Nathan was referring to, since he hadn’t thought about it for so long.  In fact, up until now he chose to forget it completely.  Finally, throwing the cigarette away, Justin looked up at the man.  “That was different.”

“How?”

“It was…” the blue eyes darted all over the place, avoiding the brown eyes of the timekeeper.  “It just was,” he snapped.

“Oh, well, if you put it that way,” Nathan snickered, getting a scowl from the blonde.  “Look, it’s a man’s nature.  Plain and simple.  It’s the whole pissing contest thing.”

“Pissing contest?”

“Whoever can pee the farthest gets the prize.  In this case, you.”

Justin took a deep breath in, held it, then blew it out slowly.  “But I don’t want Nick.”

Nathan smirked.  “But Brian doesn’t know that.”

“The pissing contest,” Justin repeated again, finding the fact that Nathan’s theory actually made sense a little unsettling.   

“What have you got to lose?”

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

A day later Brian’s mind was still focused on one thing, or rather, one person.  No matter what he tried, all the different distraction techniques, nothing seemed to work.  Nothing.  No matter where he was or what and who he was doing, his thoughts always returned to the same blonde with the most incredible blue eyes. 

“You like him, don’t you?”

Brian looked up from the book he was reading, or at least pretended to be reading, and stared at Lindsay.  “Who?”

“Taylor.”

Brian’s gaze drifted around the room, strategically avoiding everything to the left of him, especially his friend.  But he could still feel her eyes boring into him.  “I like a lot of people.”

Lindsay’s response was a loud snort.

He glared at her, but his features softened right away.  She was right.  “Ok, so I don’t like anybody.  So, what?”

“You like HIM,” she pointed out, and this time it wasn’t a question.

He exhaled sharply.  “Drop it, Linds,” he warned.  But she didn’t seem to get the message, because she continued staring at him, expecting him to…spill his guts…to tell her his innermost desires?  He wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, but Brian knew that she was not going to just let it go.  “It’s no big deal,” he relented. 

“If it wasn’t a big deal, you wouldn’t have told me to drop it.”

Brian cursed silently at how perceptive women were, or at least this one who just happened to be his closest friend here in college.  He sighed.  “It doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“Why’s that?”

He swallowed.  “It’s over.  I finished it.”

He tried to be happy about it, or at least, sound like he was, telling himself that this was what he wanted, that this was what he had been working for.  He had a plan and Taylor wasn’t a part of that plan.

“Wow.”

Brian raised his head at the sound of amusement in his friend’s voice.  “What?”

“You really like him,” Lindsay concluded, a smile spreading across her face.

Rolling his eyes, Brian picked up the book once again.  “Do you mind?  I’m trying to get some education here.”

He heard a snicker beside him, but decided to ignore it at the threat of being bombarded by further questions regarding the blonde artist and his feelings toward the aforementioned blonde artist.

“Are you coming to the party tonight?”

Thankful for the change in the subject, he looked up at his friend.  “Have you ever heard of any Irish passing up free booze?”

She smiled and Brian sighed in relief when finally the woman focused her attention where it belonged – on her history textbook.

“Maybe Taylor will be there,” she teased, earning a groan.

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

He noticed him…them…the minute he walked in.  Standing in the corner, talking. Apparently about something amusing, because even from where he was standing, Brian could still see the bright smile. 

Taylor. 

And some other guy.  Some guy that wasn’t him.

Brian felt a twinge in his stomach when he saw the guy move closer and whisper something into Taylor’s ear.  He felt a strong urge to dash across the room and break the brunette’s hands for even accidentally touching the pale, smooth skin.

Instead, Brian turned away, making his way toward the punch bowl.  Those kinds of feelings were alien to him.  Jealousy.  He didn’t know the meaning of it.  It wasn’t him.  Or so he kept telling himself as he waited for whatever was in the punch to work its way through his bloodstream.

There were so many people here, it being the first big party of the year.  People he knew.  And more importantly, people he didn’t know.  Lots of new possibilities.  Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus on Lindsay’s chatter or some guy’s miserable attempt at picking him up, Brian’s eyes were drawn to one corner of the room, where a certain blonde was apparently getting all chummy with some guy with grabby hands.

He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol finally reaching his brain or his dick practically burning a hole in the front of his jeans from noticing how perfectly the blue jeans hugged the artist’s perfect bubble butt, but suddenly Brian found himself moving through a horde of bodies, getting closer and closer to the couple.

“Hey,” he said as he walked up to the pair, not even paying attention to the stranger currently involved in the conversation with the man he wanted.  Brian didn’t know what to say, so he just stood still, his eyes locked on Taylor’s, feeling extremely nervous when after what seemed like minutes, the blonde still hadn’t said a word.

“You wanna get out of here?” Brian asked, doing his best to keep his voice steady while his heart seemed to have relocated to his head.

His gut reaction was to bolt out of the room.  To just cut his losses, turn around, and get the hell out of there.  But something in the ocean of the blue eyes staring back at him held him in place, like a magnet.

Finally, he saw the blonde head move in nodding motion.

Brian let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding as Justin moved past him, leading the way toward the exit.

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

He had been with a lot of men since his very first time, but nobody ever seemed to know him so well…sensing his mood, anticipating his every move, knowing which spots were sensitive, what moves drove him wild.  A week hadn’t passed yet since he knocked the young artist off his feet, literally.  Yet, somehow the man who had the most incredible blue eyes of anyone he had ever met, also possessed the ability to make him forget his own name with just his tongue.  And there was no telling what Taylor could do with his cock.  Taunting him one minute, plunging inside him full force the next, knowing when to thrust, when to hold back, to slow down just for a moment, prolonging the sweet torture.  Knowing when he couldn’t bear it any longer, bringing him to the most amazing fucking orgasm of his life.

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