Intrepid Traveler - Part 8

“You know, when you said that there would be payment involved, you didn’t mention cruel and unusual punishment,” Brian whined as he squirmed on the narrow, uncomfortable bed.

“Don’t move,” Justin said for what seemed like a hundredth time in the last hour as he looked up from the sketch he was working on and gave his lover a stern look.  Of course, somewhere between the white pages of the sketchbook and the stunning sight before him, the look lost all the harshness. Which Justin suspected had a lot to do with the fact that his lover was currently naked, sprawled on top of the bed cover, one hand thrown over his head as the other rested on his lower abdomen. 

“How long does it fucking take to draw one goddamn picture?”

Justin’s response was a pointed stare. 

Brian sighed dramatically as he returned his head to the way Justin had positioned him earlier.  “You know, just because I got an ‘A’ on that project doesn’t mean you get the right to torture me like this.  It’s fucking cold.”

“Would you stop talking?  I can’t get your mouth right,” Justin used his finger to smudge a line. 

“That’s never been a problem before.”

The artist rolled his eyes, focusing once again on the drawing.  “Besides, I helped you with your project.  Now, you’re helping me with mine.  It’s only fair.”

“So, what is it, like a barter system?”

Justin sighed, realizing that with Brian’s mouth pouting and his body moving and his cock standing up ready for action he wouldn’t be able to get any work done.  Putting the sketchbook down by his side, he stared at the beautiful sight before him. 

“Shouldn’t you be drawing?  I mean, I don’t know how much longer I can…” 

Brian’s words were interrupted by the blonde launching himself on top of the long, slender form and attacking his mouth. 

“Is that a part of the creation process?” Brian scoffed when Justin pulled away, both of them breathless.

“Like you said, it’s a barter system.  I owed you.  Working you so hard and all,” Justin’s mouth spread into a lopsided grin. 

“Yes.  Especially my poor dick.”

Justin grinned slyly before pushing himself up and moving down Brian’s body, stopping when his mouth was positioned directly above the aforementioned dick.  Lowering his head down, Justin placed a gentle kiss on the top of the mushroom head. 

“Is that better?” he asked, glancing up at Brian.

The brunette licked his lips, nodding slightly.  “Much,” he murmured before closing his eyes.

Justin took it as his cue to proceed and lowered his head once again, this time taking Brian’s cock in his mouth.

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

Brian cried out, his body shuddering as the waves of orgasm washed over him.  It still amazed him that being with the same person more than once was not only hot, but also full of surprises.  Of course, it might have had a lot to do with the fact that Taylor was probably the best fuck he’d ever had.  The artist not only knew how to please him better than anybody, but he also took pleasure and his sweet time in order to bring Brian the most amount of pleasure he had ever experienced. 

Except, tonight it didn’t take long for Brian to come.  The time he spent naked, watching the young artist’s eyes study every single line, every shadow, every feature of his own body – it was the hottest foreplay Brian had ever participated in.  His cock was already leaking with precum by the time the blonde finally took pity on him.

Brian opened his eyes when he felt Taylor move, positioning himself on the edge of the bed.  He stared down at the young man’s bright smile directed at him for a moment, before rolling on his side.  The narrow beds in the dorms were not meant for fucking, that was certain and one had to be careful while moving around on the bed in order not to fall off it.  Somehow, Brian managed to roll their bodies, so that now he was on top, smiling down at Justin.  “Now it’s your turn,” he mumbled before moving down the pale body underneath him.

Taylor grinned.  “I love the barter system.”

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

“I gotta go,” Justin managed to mumble in between having his lover’s tongue down his throat.

“Mmmm…I know,” Brian replied, pressing their bodies ever so closer together, something that Justin did not object too strongly to.  Brian’s arms were the only place he ever wanted to be and the last couple of weeks, ever since Brian had brought his peace offering, as Justin liked to refer to the box of make-you-feel-good goodies, the two of them spent all their free time together.  And they still couldn’t get enough.

Unfortunately, when you were a sophomore in college in honor’s program, free time was hard to come by.  And they both had classes and projects to work on. 

Justin finally pulled away and took a few steps back to put some distance between them for safety purposes, grinning and almost moving back into his lover’s arms when he caught a pout on the teen’s beautiful face.  Almost. 

Instead he turned around and picked up his shirt Brian had so unceremoniously tossed on the floor twice this morning, and put it on.  He heard a loud sigh behind him, taking it as the sign that the dark-haired teenager was doing the same – finally getting dressed, instead of undressed, which was what they had been doing since before they even opened their eyes this morning.

“What are you doing today?” Brian asked from the other side of the room.

Justin zipped up his khakis and turned around, feeling his cock stirring inside the light-colored pants at the sight before him – Brian in black jeans and a simple black sweater.  There was nobody who wore black better than Brian.  There was nobody who wore clothes better than Brian.  In fact, there was nobody who looked hotter than Brian – be it fully clothed or stark naked. 

“Uhm…” Justin forced himself to look at the man’s face.  “I got my Life class and then Nick and I are gonna work on the midterm project.”

“Nick?” Brian stopped pulling on his boots and stared back at him.  “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time together lately.”

Justin’s mouth spread into a grin once again and he crossed the room, winding his arms around Brian’s slender torso.  “I love it when you get jealous?”

Brian scowled and untangled himself from Justin.  “I’m not jealous.”

Justin snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes at the other teen.  Some things would never change, that was for certain.  “Is your face turning green?” he teased, earning a glare from the brunette.  Justin quickly wiped the smirk off his face.  “Nick’s just a friend.  Besides, this project is worth thirty percent of the final grade.  We’re just helping each other.  It’s no big deal.”

Brian shrugged, the nonchalant mask firmly in place.  “Whatever.”

Justin bit his lower lip, stifling a chuckle.  “Right.” 

“What?” Brian snapped.

Justin shook his head, both lips now pulled in between his teeth.  “Nothing.  What about you?”

Brian’s features softened.  “Got that fucking ridiculous group meeting and then work.”

“Got any plans for tonight?”

Brian’s eyebrow went up, turning into a very adorable arch.  “What do you have in mind, Mr. Weiss?”

Justin grinned.  Walking over to where Brian stood, he wrapped his arms around him once more.  “Meet me here, seven o’clock and you’ll find out.”  His hand on the back of Brian’s head, Justin drew his face down for one more kiss.

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

“Alright, if you’re going to just sit there and grin like an idiot, tell me now,” Nick’s voice broke through Justin’s happy daydream.

The blonde shifted his gaze over to where his friend was currently pouting.  “Sorry.” 

“We gotta get this done by the end of the week.”

“I know,” Justin sat up, pushing the images of Brian’s large, beautiful cock out of his mind.  “Ok, I’m ready to work now.”

Nick eyed him suspiciously, but satisfied with what he saw on the young artist’s face, he smiled.  “So, I take it things are good with you two.”

Justin couldn’t help but grin at that.  Things were definitely good.  Better than good.  For the most part.  That was how things were always between him and Brian – high one day, low, very low the next.  It felt like he was on a fucking rollercoaster most of the time – the make your heart pound like crazy, turn your stomach into one big knot, make your nose bleed, and your head scream rollercoaster.  And every time they were at their high point, he couldn’t help but wonder when they’d experience their low again.  But now, he didn’t want to think about it.  In fact, for the first time in a long time Justin did not have one worrisome thought in his head.  He felt like jumping up and down, screaming until his throat was sore about how happy he was.  But for now, only his smile got wider as he stared back at his friend.  “Yeah.  Things are good.”

“The asshole Brian not making any appearances lately?”

A shadow of a frown washed over the artist’s face, but stayed there only for a brief moment, a wind of silly happiness whooshing it away.

“No.  I think he’s taken a vacation.”

“Hopefully to the moon,” Nick added.

Justin looked away, the high feeling he experienced just moments before disintegrating in the mix of the cold harsh reality Nick was dumping on him.  He wasn’t naïve to believe that Brian fully accepted the fact that they were together now.  He knew the man too well and wasn’t stupid enough to believe that.  Hope?  Yes.  But truly believe it? 

“Well, as long as he doesn’t show up tonight, why don’t you two come?”

The artist’s gaze shifted back to Nick’s face, staring at him in puzzlement.  “What’s tonight?”

“A party on my floor.”

Justin looked at his friend incredulously.  “Another one?”  Not having lived on campus at PIFA, Justin had no idea just how many parties happened in the dorms.  “What’s the occasion now?”

“Pre-midterm, hope-we-all-survive party.”

“Ahhh,” Justin chuckled.  “What about the one last week?”

“That was the pre-pre-midterm party.  Hope-we-all-make-it-to-the-midterms,” Nick explained, both of the teens laughing openly.  “So, what do you say?”

“Uhm…we kinda had plans,” Justin replied, his face turning serious once again.

“You can fuck any time you want,” Nick said.  “And you do, I’m sure.”  He smiled when Justin blushed.  “Come on, free chips and booze.  What more could you want?”

Justin took in a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment.  He had his heart set on a quiet evening in Brian’s room.  But the last couple of weeks had been very busy for both of them and unwinding for one night definitely sounded like a good idea. 

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

“What happened to ‘meet me here at seven and you’ll see’ plan?” Brian asked as the two of them climbed the stairs of the apartment building, the loud music already drowning most of their conversation.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Taylor responded, briefly glancing at him over his shoulder before continuing up the stairs. 

“I don’t,” Brian lied.  He wasn’t about to admit to the fact that he actually looked forward to spending the evening in bed with Taylor when the artist stopped by the admissions office to inform him that they’d be attending yet another campus party.  A part of him found the fact that he was actually willing to pass it up unsettling.  But as he watched the bubble butt of his lover sway from side to side two steps above him, he found the explanation.  Being with Taylor was like a drug.  The more he had him, the more he wanted.  Just for brief second Brian wondered if too big of a Taylor-dose could kill him.  But if he had to choose what type of death he’d have, fucking Taylor to death would be number one on his list.

“We don’t have to stay too long if you don’t want.”

“I said it was fine,” Brian replied, a little too harshly.  For which he made up with a half smile directed at the other man when Taylor eyed him wearily.  

The loud thumping and a horde of bodies they had to push past indicated that they got to the right floor, so Brian stopped and scanned the place.  Glancing down at Taylor, though, he realized that the other man interpreted the gesture as something else – Brian looking for a fuck, which certainly sounded like him.  But surprisingly enough, he wasn’t interested.  Not tonight, anyway. 

And who could blame him.  Just looking at Taylor gave him a hard on – khakis that hugged the round cheeks of the artist’s bottom in all the right places and a navy blue sweater that made the blonde’s eyes look even bluer than they already were, if that was possible. 

“Do you see a punch bowl anywhere?” Brian asked, making sure his companion was aware that he had no intention of leaving the party without him tonight.

And from the look on the other teen’s face, the message was received.  Taylor looked around the room as well, pointing to one corner where two big tables were pushed together, a big bowl resting in the middle of it.  “I think they got beer there as well,” Taylor added.

Brian nodded.  “I’ll go get us drinks.”

“I’ll go find Nick,” Taylor said, before starting to move away from him.

Brian reached out and grabbed the blonde’s hand, pulling him in the opposite direction.  Taylor’s eyes settled on him, a puzzled look on his face. “I’m sure he’ll find you.  He always does.” 

He realized that the last remark made him appear jealous.  And he might have been.  That was if he was somebody else.  But Brian Kinney did not get jealous, he decided.  Especially of somebody who obviously didn’t have enough balls to go after the man he wanted and had to settle for doing it underhandedly by being friends. 

Taylor nodded and the two of them began moving through the crowd toward the table on the opposite side of the room.

Getting a couple of beers, the two settled in a corner, watching the students let loose in the middle of the room, dancing, or rather humping each other. 

“You want do dance?”

Brian looked over to the right, meeting Taylor’s eyes.  “Here?”

The blonde smirked.  “No, in history class tomorrow.  Yes, here.  It is a party after all.”

Brian stared at his lover for a few moments, trying to see if he was actually serious about this.  Apparently, he was.  “Do you see this?”  Brian pointed to what was passing for a dance floor.  “Them?”

Taylor nodded.

“What do you see?”

“People dancing.”

“Straight people dancing,” Brian corrected him. 

“So what?  We’re not allowed to?” Taylor’s intense gaze bore into him.

“Oh, we’re allowed to.  We can have the North campus, gay clubs, student associations, and all that other shit.  As long as they don’t have to see it.”

“And you’re ok with that?”

Brian shrugged.  “That’s the way it is.”

“That’s fucked,” Taylor insisted.

Brian just took another sip of his beer, fixing his eyes on the horde of nameless bodies moving on the dance floor, enjoying something that he – they – were not allowed to.

“You’re telling me you’ve never danced with another guy in front of straight people?”

Brian looked back at Taylor, surprised by the question at first.  “No,” he shook his head.  “Have you?”

Taylor nodded, a ghost of a smile flashing across his face.  “Yeah.  Once.”

The young artist did not say any more and Brian didn’t prod.  Because even in those two words it was obvious that it was something special, something important to the teen.  What surprised Brian, though, was the fact that he found himself incredibly impressed and proud of the young man’s courage.  Not only was he out to his family and friends, he obviously had enough balls to be out to the rest of the world as well.

“There you are.”

Even without turning around Brian knew whom the voice belonged to.  Rolling his eyes, he turned around to see Nick rush toward them.  And if that wasn’t bad enough, he already spotted Lindsay heading their way as well. 

Once again wondering why he agreed to come here in the first place, Brian turned his attention to the two men standing next to him.

“How do you like the party?” Nick asked, a wide grin on his face.

“It’s great,” Taylor replied.

“You really haven’t been to too many parties, have you?” Brian scoffed, directing his sardonic sneer at Taylor’s friend.

He saw Taylor open his mouth to respond, but just then, having finally reached them, Lindsay jumped into conversation as well.  “This is great!  Come on, Brian, let’s dance.”  She took Brian’s hand in hers and started to lead him toward the dance floor. 

The brunette, however, was having none of that.  “In case you haven’t noticed, I actually have a dick.”

“Oh, she noticed, alright,” Brian heard behind him.  Quickly turning around, he glared at Taylor, who flashed him his innocent grin. 

“Just one dance,” Lindsay pleaded.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Brian inquired, trying his best to pull his hand out of her fingers. 

“Studying.  She’s got a midterm tomorrow.”

“Well, why don’t you go and provide emotional support?” Finally having gotten out of her death grip, Brian took a step back and away from the woman.

“I’ve been studying all week.  I need a break.  I need to dance,” Lindsay whined, directing the puppy dog look she had perfected since he had first met her.

“I’ll go.”

Brian’s eyes shifted to the right, surprised and at the same time extremely relieved to see Taylor move to stand next to Lindsay.  The young woman practically squealed in excitement before the two blondes disappeared into the horde of bodies.

Exhaling sharply, Brian took another sip of his beer; his eyes fixed on his lover’s body in the middle of the dance floor while trying to ignore the intense look directed at him.  Finally, he turned around and locked gazes with two grey eyes.  “What?”

Nick eyed him cautiously for a moment before opening his mouth.  “You better not fuck up.”

Brian sneered.  “Is this the part where you tell me that if I make just one tiny little mistake, you’ll be there?”

The other man moved forward, their faces only inches apart.  “I’m already there.”

Brian smirked.  “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s here with me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Nick shook his head.

“Really.”

“Taylor’s my friend.  I want what’s best for him.”

Brian put the beer down on the table and leaned against the wall.  And even though to an outsider he would appear to be having a casual conversation with a friend, inside he was reeling.  “And what is best for him?”

“Not you.”

Brian pressed his lips together, studying his opponent.  “You don’t think I know what you’re doing?  With the whole ‘You can trust me with everything because I care about you and only you, so I’ll be here for you when your boyfriend fucks up’ bullshit’?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Right,” Brian scoffed.  “You’re telling me, you don’t want him?”  He pointed to the dance floor where Taylor was dancing carelessly with his friend.

Nick followed his gaze, then looked back up at him.  “No.  I do want him.”

A victorious sneer spread across Brian’s features. 

“But for some fucked up reason that only he can explain, he wants you.”

Brian’s expression turned grave, his eyes finding the blonde twink in the middle of the dance floor once more. 

“I don’t know what he sees in you, but he obviously does something.  I just hope for his sake, he’s right.”  With that Nick moved away, leaving Brian alone in corner, pondering the man’s words.

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