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Schoolboy Crush ~ Chapter Two ~ What a Difference a Day Makes…
Title: Schoolboy Crush…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3272
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Anti-Michael, Passion and Lust…
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bigj52Summary: As fate would have it, my world has changed forever...
Chapter Summary: Brian and Justin are more than just smitten with each other, while Michael’s jealousy of Justin simmers just below the surface…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Schoolboy Crush
Chapter Two ~ What a Difference a Day Makes…
Justin doodles on the borders of the page of his history book, a very naked and sleeping Brian taking shape before his eyes. His mind is drifting back to last night, everything is now in terms of BBK or ABK… Before Brian Kinney and After Brian Kinney, either way it’s all he can think about. So he’s surprised when he finds his teacher standing next to him, clearing his throat.
“And here I thought you’d be using your time to review the material on the test, not drawing mystery men?”
Justin blushes, thankful his teacher didn’t say naked men. Because he certainly noticed his sketch, as he glared down at him with raised eyebrows. Justin closes his history book as the test is passed out, quickly answering the questions. He’s always been good at school and history is no different.
As the other students tap their pencils and look around the room, he looks out the window and daydreams. He can almost feel the touch of Brian’s hands running across his skin, and that tingly feeling that he knows will trigger his orgasm. He blushes as if everyone in the room can read his mind. His pants are tight through the crotch and he’s embarrassed by his arousal that he’s not able to control.
Brian’s just as distracted, remembering all the little sounds and expressions emanating from his not-so-shy blond. He keeps checking his watch, but it’s only 9 am. At this rate it’s going to be a long day. He’s thankful when Ryder gets a call and dismisses the staff meeting early. He’d get more coffee, but he’s already on his third cup in the last hour, so he powers up his computer and starts researching his prospective new client.
He’ll be traveling to Milwaukee on Monday to tour the Pabst brewery. Are they still in business? No wonder they need a new advertising campaign, Mabel, black label… Whoever though of that slogan was a moron. Then he chuckles to himself, remembering that Jack purchased Pabst by the case. His mother was so worried about the neighbors seeing her returning all those beer bottles for the deposit, that they’d stack up in the basement. He and Mikey would take them back for the pocket change as kids, so he guessed that they were still piling up in the basement, just like old times.
He still couldn’t concentrate with images of his sweet blond filling his head. God, he had it bad. No one’s ever affected him like this. Cynthia stands in the doorway. “It’s Michael, for the fifth time this morning. Do you want to take this call?”
“Mikey, what’s up? It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you.”
“Shut up, asshole!”
“Now, now… Rough day at the Big Q?”
“You could say that. I was late because you refused to give me a ride this morning.”
“I thought you were saving up to buy a used car. Wasn’t it a rusty old 1993 Taurus?”
“I couldn’t afford it. I ended up finding an old bat-mobile on ebay. It was a steal, and I just couldn’t resist.”
“Maybe you could drive that to work?”
“Ha, ha… Very funny, Brian.”
“I’m just saying, maybe if you stopped buying toys you could afford to buy a used car.”
“I don’t really need it anymore, thanks to you.”
“Moi?”
“I lost my job…”
“Because you were late? I thought you were on the fast track to assistant manager?”
“Yeah, well… The district manager waited around until I showed up. I was ninety minutes late. Apparently the Big Q’s profits are down and they’ve decided to now stay open 24/7. The promotion was for the night assistant manager. I would have had the 10 pm to 6 am shift.”
“Well, at least it would have been a promotion, and you’d make more money.”
“Yeah, right, and never be able to go to Babylon again. So I declined it.”
“You turned down a promotion? Mikey, there’s a recession going on right now, in case you didn’t notice.”
“I’m not giving up my freedom for some midnight shift, so I quit. Who needs that stupid job anyways?”
“You’re really unemployed?”
“Yeah, but at least I’ll get unemployment.”
“Michael, you can’t collect unemployment when you quit. It was your choice, not theirs.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes…”
“I don’t believe you. You’re just saying that.”
“Listen, I have to go. We’ll talk later.”
“Wait. Meet me for lunch at the diner at noon.”
“I’ll see.”
Brian rubs the bridge of his nose. How could Michael be so stupid? But like a good friend he goes to meet him for lunch. Ted ends up confirming what Brian already knew; you have to be laid off to collect unemployment. Deb overheard them talking and totally went off on Michael, insisting he go and ask for his job back. But it was too late, they already gave the promotion to Tracey. Michael’s fuming because she’s only been at the Big Q a little over a year, and now she’s the assistant manager on the night shift.
Justin and Daphne are slowly making their way towards the parking lot, bitching about the surprise chemistry quiz, having also had a history test today. They’re both honor roll students so it really wasn’t a problem, but they’re teenagers and bitching just comes naturally. Glancing up, Daphne notices a very handsome man leaning against a jeep, watching them.
“Hey, isn’t that your future waiting for you over there?”
“Huh?”
“You know, ‘I just met the face of God’? What did you say his name was? Brian Kinney?”
Justin comes to a screeching halt, looking up. Slowly his sunshine smile covers his face.
His voice practically squeals. “I got to go, Daph.”
She can’t help laughing at him as he runs to Brian’s jeep; she has to admit the man is gorgeous. She just hopes he doesn’t get his heart broken into a million pieces.
“Oh my God, what do you have on?”
“You think I look dorky? I can take it off if you want. It’s just my stupid school uniform”
“Hmmm… Why don’t I help you take it off?”
Once inside the jeep, Brian pulls Justin towards him by the front of his jacket and kisses him passionately. Justin’s more than a little happy, Brian’s all he’s thought about since they parted this morning. Breaking for air, Brian pulls back and examines Justin’s appearance again. Justin’s a little flushed with rosy red cheeks, and swollen lips that are practically begging to be kissed again and again.
“Let’s get you back to the loft and out of that uniform.”
“You really hate it, don’t you?”
“Au contraire. I think you look absolutely irresistible. I can’t wait to slowly peel it off you.”
Looking at him, it’s all Brian can do not to pull the jeep over. He’s not sure he can wait until they get home to pounce on him. To distract himself he quizzes Justin on his day.
“So, how was school today?”
Justin thinks back to all the things he told Daphne: ‘Face of God,’ ‘Broomsticks,’ and ‘Yeah, I love him.’ He loves Brian and now he’s more than sure he will live with him someday. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, still a little sore from last night’s romp.
“It was boring and seemed to drag on forever. That is until this gorgeous prince showed up and whisked me away in his carriage.”
“Is that right?”
Justin beams his sunshine smile at him again, and Brian’s resolve weakens a little bit more. Christ! Does this kid have any idea what he’s doing to him?
“Did you miss me?”
“Christ, Justin! It’s only been a few hours!”
But there was just something about the way Brian said it…
“You did! You missed me! Brian Kinney missed me!”
“Shut up, you little twat, or I might have to spank you.”
“Promise?”
Driving a little too fast, Brian’s tires squeal as turns into the parking garage at the loft. After kissing Justin one last time, he pulls him into the lift and pushes him up against the wall, grinding into him. Both of them are in a state of intoxicated euphoria. They stumble out of the elevator, with their lips still locked together. Once inside, they fall onto the sofa, breathing erratically.
Brian’s not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen, or something much more powerful that’s making his heart race. He’s never felt this way before, he just knows he can’t seem to get enough. Remembering Justin in his schoolboy uniform, he leans back, examining him. Brian reaches down and takes his hand, helping him stand, his mind imagining Justin’s beautiful lithe body that will soon be exposed.
Brian instructs him to go slow, watching his every move. He’s becoming more and more excited with each passing moment. Brian unconsciously strips off his own clothes, letting them fall in a heap on the hardwood floor. Forgetting his narcissistic fashion sense, he’s not the least bit worried about ruining his designer suit.
Justin grins, as he realizes just what it is that Brian wants from him. He slowly turns away, looking over his shoulder at Brian. He hugs his body, crossing his arms over his chest, so only his hands are visible as he grips his biceps. Brian’s already entranced, as he watches Justin run his hands down his arms very slowly, lifting the edge of his suit coat, revealing his very round bottom.
Letting his hands skim along the bottom edge of his jacket, he slowly turns towards Brian. He skims his fingers down the jacket lapels, as he undoes the gold buttons. He turns away as the jacket slowly slips off one shoulder. He flutters his eyelashes, smiling as his other shoulder is exposed and then his suit coat falls to the floor. His hands travel back down his arms until they reach his waistband, he slips his fingers underneath. He runs his fingers around his waist as he turns towards Brian. Noticing Brian watching him, he slides his fingers towards his belt buckle.
Brian licks his lips, as he takes his cock in his hand, feeling it grow harder with each of Justin’s movements. A sudden flick of the wrist and Justin pulls his belt through the loops; it recoils from around his waist like a snake. Brian feels pre-cum bubbling from his slit, thinking this is so much better than he imagined it might be. He’s not sure he has the patience to watch the whole show, before he ravages his blond. He tightly squeezes his cock to prevent himself from shooting like an adolescent boy.
Brian decides to grab a joint from his silver cigarette box on the coffee table. Lighting it, he abandons his dick momentarily. Justin grins, realizing the state Brian is now in. He smirks to himself, knowing that all those dance lessons at the country club have paid off. He wiggles his bubble butt, letting his trousers fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he bends over, giving Brian a beautiful view of his assets. Hearing Brian moan, he knows his technique is working. Turning once again to face Brian, he grasps his hands around his ankles. He slides them up the inside of his legs, standing up to cup his hand around his cock.
Brian’s swift intake of air and his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips is a clear sign that he’s moving back into overdrive. Foregoing the buttons on his shirt, Justin holds onto the bottom edge, and simply pulls until the buttons are flying in every direction, revealing his slim waist. Looking down he realizes that Brian isn’t the only one sporting a woody, as his briefs show a distinct outline of his cock against the cotton fabric.
Brian’s senses are once again flooded with a deep desire for his young lover. Blushing as his eyes meet Brian’s, he turns and sprints towards the bedroom. Brian’s right on his tail, grabbing him and throwing him down in the middle of the bed. He pounces on him, smothering him with kisses as the two of them rut and make out, unable to hold back their desire.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful!”
Justin softly whispers, “Brian…”
This sends signals to Brian’s dick, not that he needed any. He sits up, taking hold of Justin’s underwear and pulls them off in one smooth movement. Gazing down at his young lover, he’s never been surer about what he’s feeling. It may be foreign, but he knows he never wants it to stop.
Grinning, he whispers. “Justin…”
The first round is fast and furious, almost animalistic. After they cum, laying in each other’s arms they notice the little fingernail scrapes, teeth marks, deep purple fingerprints and red spots also known as hickies covering Justin’s body. Brian frowns, apologizing for marking his beautiful porcelain skin. Blushing, Justin tells him that he loves that Brian has marked him, claiming him as his.
Leaning down he captures Justin’s lips, kissing him gently, then more fervently and finally with so much passion there can be no question what his heart is feeling. He flips Justin over and licks down his spine, stopping to kiss his rosebud before delving deep inside, tasting cherry lube. They picked it up at the sex shop, when replenishing Brian’s condom supply. Brian rolled his eyes when Justin insisted they buy the sample pack of flavored lube, but now he kind of likes it. Smirking, he thinks about popping Justin’s cherry last night.
He nudges Justin’s legs apart and pulls him up onto his knees. God, he’s so beautiful spread open for him. After rolling on another condom, he aligns himself and pushes into him. He loves how slippery he feels, gliding deep down to nail his prostate. Hearing Justin’s moans sets off another round of passionate sex, although this time he tries to slow it down, letting their need and desire build until they’re teetering on the edge. Several more long deep plunges and they both fall over the precipice into the abyss. Unlike last night when Brian whispered his declaration, this afternoon he says it loud and clear, leaving no doubt about what he’s said.
“I love you, Justin!”
Then he collapses, resting his head between his shoulders as he catches his breath. Moments later, they’re abruptly disturbed by pounding on the loft door, as Michael shouts Brian’s name. Annoyed, Brian stomps to the door, pulling it back only inches.
“What!”
“Brian, my code didn’t work. Something’s wrong.”
Ignoring Michael he snaps, “What do you want, Michael?”
“I called you and Cynthia said you left early. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“Aren’t you working late, doing inventory or something?”
“I quit! Remember, asshole!”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. So, why are you here?”
“I was worried about you. So what’s wrong? Why did you leave work early?”
“I had to pick something up.”
“Brian! Aren’t you going to let me in?”
“No!”
“Why? Are you fucking some guy?”
“Busy, busy, Mikey!”
“Oh, okay! You go, stud!”
~~~
Shortly after Michael leaves, Brian suggests they stop by the hospital to see Gus and Lindsay.”
“I don’t have anything clean to wear, just my clothes from last night.”
Brian pokes his head around in his closet, finally tossing a beige cashmere sweater at him.
“Here, this should fit.”
“Wow! This is really nice. Look, it’s Armani.”
“Yes, I know. I bought it.”
“It’s a little small for you.”
Yes! Thanks to Michael, who’s an idiot for washing it in a washing machine.”
“Oh, that is really stupid. You should never wash sweaters in a washing machine.”
“It looks good on you. You should keep it.”
“Thanks.”
Brian’s now trying on a fourth shirt, checking himself in the mirror.
“Brian, stop primping. You look great.”
Brian grins at him. “You think so?”
“Yeah! You look great!”
That was Justin’s first experience, watching Brian preening as he decided what to wear. Little did he know a man could be so obsessed with his looks, especially Brian.
~~~
Lindsay’s nursing Gus when they enter her hospital room. Justin takes the flowers from Brian, fills the vase with water and arranges them for Lindsay. Brian has a small white Steif teddy bear for Gus. Lindsay gushes over the teddy bear, bringing tears to her eyes. She blushes and tells him it’s just her hormones after giving birth; she’s been crying all day.
Lindsay’s glad to see Justin again, hoping Brian was serious last night when he called him his boyfriend, but with Brian he might have just been high. Brian mentions that Justin is an artist, and shows Lindsay a drawing Justin did of him, holding Gus last night. Both Lindsay and Brian tell him how talented he is. Now Justin blushes when Lindsay tells him he should apply to art school.
Dusty and Marie come in carrying more flowers, and a plate of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. Lindsay and Justin are both making yummy noises as they eat them, thanking Dusty. Brian leans in and gives Gus back to Lindsay and kisses her on the cheek, telling her he’ll be back the next day.
Michael’s moping, whining as he waits for Brian to show up at the diner. Deb whacks him upside the head, for being so ignorant. He can’t help complaining, but now he’s getting worried because Brian hasn’t shown up yet, and it’s almost 7 pm. Of course, Ted and Emmett are there listening intently as Michael brags about Brian’s afternoon conquest.
When Brian and Justin enter the diner they ignore the boys, Brian steers Justin to an empty booth. Debbie’s right there to take their order, surprised, as it’s been a long time since she’s seen Brian smiling, looking so happy.
“Well, aren’t you adorable? Who’s your friend, Brian?”
“Deb, this is Justin.”
He beams his sunshine smile at her, and she christens him with the nickname “Sunshine.”
Justin blushes as he greets her.
“So, what will it be, boys?”
“I’ll have a Perrier water, a turkey sandwich on whole wheat, hold the mayo, and he’ll have a cheeseburger, fries and a coke.”
“Coming right up.”
“Brian! You’re here!”
“Mikey.”
“What the fuck is he doing here? I’ve been waiting for you for the last hour.”
Glaring at him, he ignores Michael’s outburst. “Eating. It’s a restaurant, right?”
“You know what I mean. I thought you got rid of him this morning.”
“Michael, you're being rude. Now apologize to Justin.”
“What? Why?”
“Why? Because I expect you to be more respectful to Justin.”
“But why?”
“Because I don’t like the way you’re treating my boyfriend.”
“Brian! You don’t do boyfriends!”
“Correction! I didn’t, but now I do.”
“What?”
“Am I not speaking slow enough or pronouncing my words clearly?”
“Brian, have you hit your head or something?”
“Yeah, something. I’m pretty sure it was my heart.”
“Huh?”
“Michael! Your dinner’s getting cold. Now leave Brian and Sunshine alone.”
“Ma, something’s very wrong with Brian.”
“No. I’m pretty sure something’s very right with him, and it’s about time.”
“But ma…”
“Shoo, Michael… Brian doesn’t need you butting in where you don’t belong.”
Michael glares at Justin like he wishes he was dead.
Later they’re all at Woody’s. It’s karaoke night and Emmett is on stage belting out Barbara’s ‘Memories’ from ‘The Way We Were.’ They’re all smirking, but honestly he’s not that bad, or should we say he’s not as bad as Michael when he’s on stage. Michael sings The Chiffons’ ‘Sweet Talkin’ Guy,’ glaring at Justin, wishing he’d get a clue that Brian belongs to him.
TBC…
Sweet Talkin’ Guy
Sweet talkin' guy
Talkin' sweet kinda lies
Don't you believe in him
If you do, he'll make you cry
He'll send you flowers
And paint the town with another girl
He's a sweet talkin' guy
But he's my kind of guy
Sweeter than sugar
Kisses like wine
Don't let him under your skin
'Cause you'll never win
Don't give him love today
Tomorrow he's on his way
But he's a sweet talkin' guy
But he's my kinda guy
Why do I love him like I do?
He's a sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' guy
Stay away from him
Stay away from him
Don't believe him he's lying
No, you'll never win
No, you'll never win
You'll just end up crying
Don't give him love today
Tomorrow he's on his way
He's a sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet talkin' guy
Talkin' sweet kinda lies
Don't you believe in him
If you do, he'll make you cry
He'll send you flowers
And paint the town with another girl
He's a sweet talkin' guy
But he's my kind of guy
Sweeter than sugar
Kisses like wine
Don't let him under your skin
'Cause you'll never win
Don't give him love today
Tomorrow he's on his way
But he's a sweet talkin' guy
But he's my kinda guy
Why do I love him like I do?
He's a sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' guy
Stay away from him
Stay away from him
Don't believe him he's lying
No, you'll never win
No, you'll never win
You'll just end up crying
Don't give him love today
Tomorrow he's on his way
He's a sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
Sweet, sweet, sweet talkin' guy
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More coming, I promise. ~ Kathleen
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Just click on the schoolboy crush link at the bottom of the post, Ch-1 is split into 2 parts, so page down to the 1st part, then up a little to the 2nd part...
Enjoy Darling ~ Kathlen
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Glad Deb is seeing how Brian is changing for the better, thanks to Justin. Mikey, well quieting his job and so ignorant on the codes and key not working to the loft.
Love this verse thanks for sharing, looking forward to next update.
oAnn
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Thanks, I'm so glad you're enjoying this one. Now that I'm back writing it, hopefully I'll update monthly...
Hugs Hon ~ Kathleen
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