I’ll Always Be There… Chapter 5
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Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2281
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion and Lust…
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Chapter 5
He stands there until Brian’s plane is in the air, wiping away his tears that he can’t hold back any longer. It tears him apart watching him leave, but he also wants every last minute he can have with his Prince Charming. Yeah, that how he’s been acting - charming… Who would have thought that Brian Kinney would be labeled as that?
But then again they don’t know him the way I do and I can see that this is killing him too. It seems that once he’s here and we finally get used to that it’s almost time for him to leave. My emotions are on a rollercoaster and I can’t help thinking we should be on our honeymoon. I have no idea where Brian was planning on taking us; it was to be a surprise. But instead we were both surprised when we ditched our plans to marry. I wish I knew what I wanted; I seem to want it all… a house, a husband and a fabulous career with galleries begging to show my art work.
Earth to Justin. In reality what do I have? A tiny apartment that I share with three other guys, no job, no money, no friends in a big city where I can barely even afford the admission to the museum or to eat at the world-famous restaurants. I read the classifieds, looking for a job and circle about a dozen that are looking for wait staff at some fancy restaurants; they all say ‘experience required’ and I have to wonder if working at the diner counts or do they just see it as the dive that it truly is.
I make my way back to the apartment and my roommates are there - Matthew, James and Luke. Pizza has just arrived and they offer me some along with a Molson beer which I kindly accept. Luke asks me if I want to go and hear his band practice after dinner; his brother in-law lets him practice in the basement of his store a few blocks away. At first I was hesitant but then I decided that it was a great way to meet new people and maybe get stoned.
The band was alright, a little cheesy. They played the top hits of the late eighties and nineties, mostly cover songs from Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, U2 and the Foo Fighters… Tony, the lead guitarist is gorgeous with straight coal-black hair and an olive completion. Of all the guys I’ve met so far he makes my gaydar pings off the charts, although I have a feeling he might be bi-sexual, considering all the groupies around him.
I’m having fun hanging out with their friends and the local kids, smoking joints and dancing to the music. The evening seems to float by and for the first time I don’t dwell on missing Brian so much. We all make it back to the apartment a little after midnight, just in time to answer Brian’s nightly phone call. It’s so great hearing his voice, it’s almost like he’s in the same room with me; I just wish I could touch him.
I tell him all about Luke’s band and how much fun I had dancing; I’m getting to know my roommates better and they seem really nice and accepting that I’m gay. I mention that I think Tony’s gay and how good looking he is, which was a mistake because I can hear it in Brian’s voice that he’s a little jealous of him. Who would have thought that Brian Kinney would do jealousy? I think it’s kind of cute…
We chit chat about nothing important; he gives me an update on the gang and how the girls are doing. Gus is adjusting well in his new school and seems to be making friends easily; Lindsay, on the other hand, is having a hard time finding work and Mel has applied to take the Bar in Toronto and has accepted a job as a paralegal in the mean time, but money is tight. Of course Brian offered to send them a monthly check to help them get by until they’re settled.
We get to the part of the conversation where we both know that we’ve both been missing each other beyond comprehension. My voice cracks a little as I ask how he’s been and if he misses me as much as I miss him. I just need to hear those ridiculously romantic words. Brian may still struggle with the words but his feelings are rushing through him as he realizes that he’s been holding his breath, listening to me.
“I got your letter when I got home. I was totally surprised and happy beyond belief. You have no idea how much I look forward to getting them; I must have re-read it ten times. I even sat down and wrote you back, but you won’t get it for a few days.”
“Really? That is so romantic…”
“If you tell anyone I’ll have your balls.”
“I promise, although I thought they already belonged to you…”
“Just make sure you remember that!”
“I’ll never forget.”
“Justin, do you want to go away for the holidays?”
“Go away? You mean, like on a vacation?”
“Yeah, like on a vacation?”
Justin’s beaming and bouncing on the other end of the phone.
“Justin? Are you still there? It was just a thought…”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Sorry. I was so excited I was bouncing on one of those exercise trampolines… We’re really going on vacation?”
Brian’s grinning, pulling his lips into his mouth, wishing he was there to see his expression.
“I was thinking that we never got around to seeing Ibiza…”
“We’re going to Ibiza!!!”
Justin is doing a happy dance, and jumping from the tramp to the bed, back and forth. Luke and James come into his room just to make sure he’s not holding out on some really good pot. All Justin can do is beam at them. “I’m going to IBIZA with the man of my dreams!!!”
“Brian! I Love You! I Love You! I Love You! I Love You! Oh God, you’re the best…
Now the only thing that Brian regrets is not asking him in person; he should have known that he would be bouncing off the ceiling with excitement.
“I know you just moved there and you’re looking for a job but try not to take one until after we return or arrange it so you can take the holidays and the next couple weeks off.”
“Brian, a couple of weeks off?”
“We both need this, Sunshine, to get away - just the two of us…”
“So basically don’t get a job until the middle of January; you know that’s like two months from now. What am I supposed to be doing all that time?”
“I was thinking maybe you’d want to paint, explore the Big Apple and drag that portfolio around to all the famous galleries.”
“Brian, what about living expenses? It’s really expensive living here…”
I’ve already set up a joint checking account at Chase Manhattan Bank; you just need to go in and sign the forms. Your name’s already on the account. It’s time for you to find yourself and tap into all your creative juices, meet other artists and make business contacts.”
“Brian, I don’t feel like I should…”
“Why? We’re still together, right? When you lived here you never paid rent or expenses. I don’t see any difference except that you’re farther away… God, I miss you! Justin, please, for once, take this and don’t argue with me…
“Okay, I’ll try…”
“Maybe you shouldn’t even look for a job at all, just focus all your time on your creativity and being a great artist.”
“Thanks, no pressure on me now…”
“No pressure, you’re always great. Now tell me what you’re wearing?”
“Brian, I’m wearing a black t-shirt that’s a little short at the waist, and a pair of old faded blue jeans and black briefs.”
Brian lights a roach from the ashtray and says, “Close your eyes and lay down on your bed.”
“Alright”
“Lightly run your hand and fingertips up your arms and then down your chest, slowly caressing your nipples on the way down. Then run your fingertips around the waistband of your jeans but don’t touch your cock.”
Justin’s breath hitches, “Alright.”
“Are you hard for me, Justin?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”
“Good, now don’t touch yourself until I say so. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master…” Justin’s panting as he dreams about what Brian might ask of him and what he’s going to do to himself right now.
“Justin, imagine that I am stroking you through your pants as we sit in a fancy restaurant while no-one is any the wiser. You’re overcome with sensation. Tell me, are you leaking pre-cum through the denim of your jeans? Did the waiter just notice my hand jerking up and down in your lap? Are you blushing?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”
“Now run your hand down the inside of your waistband and stroke yourself.”
Justin’s breathing has become erratic as he lies on the bed, arching his back, dreaming about Brian jerking him off. He struggles as he wants more room, needs to unleash the beast and bring himself to fruition.
“Tell me what you need, what you want little boy… Do you miss your Master?”
“Yes, sir, I miss you so desperately, need you so badly, want you madly…”
Brian chuckles as he tells him to unzip his pants and stroke himself in earnest. Brian does the same as he reaches for the lube and glides some down his firm dick.
“Close your eyes again and pretend that we’re in the restroom of the restaurant in one of the stalls. Your pants slip down over your beautiful bubble butt and pool at your ankles as do mine. I slide into you in one fell swoop as you take all of me. I kiss and nip at your neck as we start a steady rhythm that we both enjoy.”
“We both feel heady as we reach closer to our climax then we hear other customers coming into the bathroom. It only takes another half a dozen hard and fast beats, slamming into your prostate to take you over the edge. I lose control as I feel you squeezing my cock, sending sheer pleasure through my limbs and behind my eyes, like a lightning storm through my body.”
“Oh God, Brian, that was amazing!”
“I know, I am… Even over the phone…”
“I love you, Brian, always have, always will…”
“I know, Sunshine, I love you too…”
“Brian, thanks for everything. I couldn’t do this without your support…”
“Sure you could, but this way it will be easier. We’ll talk more tomorrow night. Later…”
“Later.”
Justin lays on his bed daydreaming about tonight’s phone call. Finally he takes out a piece of paper and starts writing…
~~~~
Dear Brian,
Have I ever told you how just hearing your voice sends shivers down my spine and I get so excited? When you asked me to go to Ibiza I thought I was going to pass out; I never expected you to say that. I think you’re right, we really do need this time to ourselves; everything has changed so much in the past few weeks.
Are the girls coming home for the holidays? l know how much you’ll want to see Gus. Or maybe we could go up there for Christmas and then leave for Ibiza? I can’t believe we’re going to Ibiza… You really are the best!
I’m trying to wrap my brain around your offer to help support me and I don’t know how I feel about it. I want to have some independence, yet I know I won’t survive without help, at least in the beginning. I don’t know about not getting a job, but maybe I could get the right job in the art world instead of working in a restaurant.
I did apply for a job at that art supply store I took you to; I would mostly be ordering and stocking supplies, helping at the register if it gets busy and helping customers select the right supplies for their projects. I’m keeping my fingers crossed; I sure would like to not work around so much grease…
I’ve been having a blast hanging out with the band. They actually got a gig playing the Saturday night after Thanksgiving; maybe you could come here that weekend and you could get to know my roommates better. Tony has even offered to teach me how to play guitar. He’s showed me how to play a couple of songs and says I’m a natural.
Don’t worry, I think he has a girlfriend, and a boyfriend, so I think he has his hands full. He’s really fun and smart; he asked me to design the poster to advertise their gig at Dominick’s. It’s just a small venue but they have live music every night and it’s walking distance from the apartment; besides I really miss dancing with you and wish you were here.
I had such a great time during your visit last weekend. Thank you for letting me drag you around to all the galleries, and taking me to all those fancy restaurants. I think I’ve gained ten pounds. Although I would have been just as happy to spend the whole weekend in the hotel room; God, that room was so romantic…
Please hurry back soon. I miss you desperately…
Later, Justin
Justin folds the letter and addresses the envelope so it’s ready to mail in the morning…
TBC…
He stands there until Brian’s plane is in the air, wiping away his tears that he can’t hold back any longer. It tears him apart watching him leave, but he also wants every last minute he can have with his Prince Charming. Yeah, that how he’s been acting - charming… Who would have thought that Brian Kinney would be labeled as that?
But then again they don’t know him the way I do and I can see that this is killing him too. It seems that once he’s here and we finally get used to that it’s almost time for him to leave. My emotions are on a rollercoaster and I can’t help thinking we should be on our honeymoon. I have no idea where Brian was planning on taking us; it was to be a surprise. But instead we were both surprised when we ditched our plans to marry. I wish I knew what I wanted; I seem to want it all… a house, a husband and a fabulous career with galleries begging to show my art work.
Earth to Justin. In reality what do I have? A tiny apartment that I share with three other guys, no job, no money, no friends in a big city where I can barely even afford the admission to the museum or to eat at the world-famous restaurants. I read the classifieds, looking for a job and circle about a dozen that are looking for wait staff at some fancy restaurants; they all say ‘experience required’ and I have to wonder if working at the diner counts or do they just see it as the dive that it truly is.
I make my way back to the apartment and my roommates are there - Matthew, James and Luke. Pizza has just arrived and they offer me some along with a Molson beer which I kindly accept. Luke asks me if I want to go and hear his band practice after dinner; his brother in-law lets him practice in the basement of his store a few blocks away. At first I was hesitant but then I decided that it was a great way to meet new people and maybe get stoned.
The band was alright, a little cheesy. They played the top hits of the late eighties and nineties, mostly cover songs from Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, U2 and the Foo Fighters… Tony, the lead guitarist is gorgeous with straight coal-black hair and an olive completion. Of all the guys I’ve met so far he makes my gaydar pings off the charts, although I have a feeling he might be bi-sexual, considering all the groupies around him.
I’m having fun hanging out with their friends and the local kids, smoking joints and dancing to the music. The evening seems to float by and for the first time I don’t dwell on missing Brian so much. We all make it back to the apartment a little after midnight, just in time to answer Brian’s nightly phone call. It’s so great hearing his voice, it’s almost like he’s in the same room with me; I just wish I could touch him.
I tell him all about Luke’s band and how much fun I had dancing; I’m getting to know my roommates better and they seem really nice and accepting that I’m gay. I mention that I think Tony’s gay and how good looking he is, which was a mistake because I can hear it in Brian’s voice that he’s a little jealous of him. Who would have thought that Brian Kinney would do jealousy? I think it’s kind of cute…
We chit chat about nothing important; he gives me an update on the gang and how the girls are doing. Gus is adjusting well in his new school and seems to be making friends easily; Lindsay, on the other hand, is having a hard time finding work and Mel has applied to take the Bar in Toronto and has accepted a job as a paralegal in the mean time, but money is tight. Of course Brian offered to send them a monthly check to help them get by until they’re settled.
We get to the part of the conversation where we both know that we’ve both been missing each other beyond comprehension. My voice cracks a little as I ask how he’s been and if he misses me as much as I miss him. I just need to hear those ridiculously romantic words. Brian may still struggle with the words but his feelings are rushing through him as he realizes that he’s been holding his breath, listening to me.
“I got your letter when I got home. I was totally surprised and happy beyond belief. You have no idea how much I look forward to getting them; I must have re-read it ten times. I even sat down and wrote you back, but you won’t get it for a few days.”
“Really? That is so romantic…”
“If you tell anyone I’ll have your balls.”
“I promise, although I thought they already belonged to you…”
“Just make sure you remember that!”
“I’ll never forget.”
“Justin, do you want to go away for the holidays?”
“Go away? You mean, like on a vacation?”
“Yeah, like on a vacation?”
Justin’s beaming and bouncing on the other end of the phone.
“Justin? Are you still there? It was just a thought…”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Sorry. I was so excited I was bouncing on one of those exercise trampolines… We’re really going on vacation?”
Brian’s grinning, pulling his lips into his mouth, wishing he was there to see his expression.
“I was thinking that we never got around to seeing Ibiza…”
“We’re going to Ibiza!!!”
Justin is doing a happy dance, and jumping from the tramp to the bed, back and forth. Luke and James come into his room just to make sure he’s not holding out on some really good pot. All Justin can do is beam at them. “I’m going to IBIZA with the man of my dreams!!!”
“Brian! I Love You! I Love You! I Love You! I Love You! Oh God, you’re the best…
Now the only thing that Brian regrets is not asking him in person; he should have known that he would be bouncing off the ceiling with excitement.
“I know you just moved there and you’re looking for a job but try not to take one until after we return or arrange it so you can take the holidays and the next couple weeks off.”
“Brian, a couple of weeks off?”
“We both need this, Sunshine, to get away - just the two of us…”
“So basically don’t get a job until the middle of January; you know that’s like two months from now. What am I supposed to be doing all that time?”
“I was thinking maybe you’d want to paint, explore the Big Apple and drag that portfolio around to all the famous galleries.”
“Brian, what about living expenses? It’s really expensive living here…”
I’ve already set up a joint checking account at Chase Manhattan Bank; you just need to go in and sign the forms. Your name’s already on the account. It’s time for you to find yourself and tap into all your creative juices, meet other artists and make business contacts.”
“Brian, I don’t feel like I should…”
“Why? We’re still together, right? When you lived here you never paid rent or expenses. I don’t see any difference except that you’re farther away… God, I miss you! Justin, please, for once, take this and don’t argue with me…
“Okay, I’ll try…”
“Maybe you shouldn’t even look for a job at all, just focus all your time on your creativity and being a great artist.”
“Thanks, no pressure on me now…”
“No pressure, you’re always great. Now tell me what you’re wearing?”
“Brian, I’m wearing a black t-shirt that’s a little short at the waist, and a pair of old faded blue jeans and black briefs.”
Brian lights a roach from the ashtray and says, “Close your eyes and lay down on your bed.”
“Alright”
“Lightly run your hand and fingertips up your arms and then down your chest, slowly caressing your nipples on the way down. Then run your fingertips around the waistband of your jeans but don’t touch your cock.”
Justin’s breath hitches, “Alright.”
“Are you hard for me, Justin?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”
“Good, now don’t touch yourself until I say so. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master…” Justin’s panting as he dreams about what Brian might ask of him and what he’s going to do to himself right now.
“Justin, imagine that I am stroking you through your pants as we sit in a fancy restaurant while no-one is any the wiser. You’re overcome with sensation. Tell me, are you leaking pre-cum through the denim of your jeans? Did the waiter just notice my hand jerking up and down in your lap? Are you blushing?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”
“Now run your hand down the inside of your waistband and stroke yourself.”
Justin’s breathing has become erratic as he lies on the bed, arching his back, dreaming about Brian jerking him off. He struggles as he wants more room, needs to unleash the beast and bring himself to fruition.
“Tell me what you need, what you want little boy… Do you miss your Master?”
“Yes, sir, I miss you so desperately, need you so badly, want you madly…”
Brian chuckles as he tells him to unzip his pants and stroke himself in earnest. Brian does the same as he reaches for the lube and glides some down his firm dick.
“Close your eyes again and pretend that we’re in the restroom of the restaurant in one of the stalls. Your pants slip down over your beautiful bubble butt and pool at your ankles as do mine. I slide into you in one fell swoop as you take all of me. I kiss and nip at your neck as we start a steady rhythm that we both enjoy.”
“We both feel heady as we reach closer to our climax then we hear other customers coming into the bathroom. It only takes another half a dozen hard and fast beats, slamming into your prostate to take you over the edge. I lose control as I feel you squeezing my cock, sending sheer pleasure through my limbs and behind my eyes, like a lightning storm through my body.”
“Oh God, Brian, that was amazing!”
“I know, I am… Even over the phone…”
“I love you, Brian, always have, always will…”
“I know, Sunshine, I love you too…”
“Brian, thanks for everything. I couldn’t do this without your support…”
“Sure you could, but this way it will be easier. We’ll talk more tomorrow night. Later…”
“Later.”
Justin lays on his bed daydreaming about tonight’s phone call. Finally he takes out a piece of paper and starts writing…
~~~~
Dear Brian,
Have I ever told you how just hearing your voice sends shivers down my spine and I get so excited? When you asked me to go to Ibiza I thought I was going to pass out; I never expected you to say that. I think you’re right, we really do need this time to ourselves; everything has changed so much in the past few weeks.
Are the girls coming home for the holidays? l know how much you’ll want to see Gus. Or maybe we could go up there for Christmas and then leave for Ibiza? I can’t believe we’re going to Ibiza… You really are the best!
I’m trying to wrap my brain around your offer to help support me and I don’t know how I feel about it. I want to have some independence, yet I know I won’t survive without help, at least in the beginning. I don’t know about not getting a job, but maybe I could get the right job in the art world instead of working in a restaurant.
I did apply for a job at that art supply store I took you to; I would mostly be ordering and stocking supplies, helping at the register if it gets busy and helping customers select the right supplies for their projects. I’m keeping my fingers crossed; I sure would like to not work around so much grease…
I’ve been having a blast hanging out with the band. They actually got a gig playing the Saturday night after Thanksgiving; maybe you could come here that weekend and you could get to know my roommates better. Tony has even offered to teach me how to play guitar. He’s showed me how to play a couple of songs and says I’m a natural.
Don’t worry, I think he has a girlfriend, and a boyfriend, so I think he has his hands full. He’s really fun and smart; he asked me to design the poster to advertise their gig at Dominick’s. It’s just a small venue but they have live music every night and it’s walking distance from the apartment; besides I really miss dancing with you and wish you were here.
I had such a great time during your visit last weekend. Thank you for letting me drag you around to all the galleries, and taking me to all those fancy restaurants. I think I’ve gained ten pounds. Although I would have been just as happy to spend the whole weekend in the hotel room; God, that room was so romantic…
Please hurry back soon. I miss you desperately…
Later, Justin
Justin folds the letter and addresses the envelope so it’s ready to mail in the morning…
TBC…
